Dearest Sal,

If I ever tried to draw you, it wouldn't work

You'd come bursting off the page, frazzled and free.

You don't fit into a world with ink and quill.

You're larger than a page can possibly fill.

I'm no good for drawing either,

Who I am isn't who you see.

My feelings fade into the margins,

into the bindings of the book.

Neither of us quite fit the page proper.

Draco Malfoy was still incensed, and it was an odd thing to be so outraged at his good friend Blaise.

He wanted out, didn't want to be in Slytherin's gloomy dungeons - maybe find a place by the lake.

Draco was halfway out the front hall, before he felt the wisp of air. Turning, he followed it, not caring that he might look rather daft. After all, few would dare to question him.

"Luna!" he cried as he caught sight of her, stepping within the privacy charm.

"Draco." she responded calmly but gladly. "Has something happened?"

"I'm - " Draco looked at her with big gray eyes open wide, gathering what he'd say, "I'm going to be betrothed."

"Isn't that a natural thing for a Malfoy?" Luna said, "Do you want congratulations?"

"No!" Draco fumed, throwing up his hands. "I didn't - don't want to be engaged!"

Luna simply looked at him, her hands busy weaving a new necklace out of thestral hair (again) - which, invisible, made it seem like she was merely weaving her fingers together.

"At least, not to Pansy Parkinson." Draco said, stomping his feet in ire.

"Oh, well, that explains it." Luna said, "The nargles had started pouring out of your ears."

Draco sent her a look, and said, "I... I'm going to have to stop writing to Granger."

Luna nodded, looking sad. "Pansy would find out, wouldn't she?"

"Yes, that's why Blaise chose her!" Draco said, fuming.

Luna pursed her lips in thought, and then asked, "Aren't your parents supposed to choose? How did Blaise convince them?"

Draco's own brow furrowed, as he looked down. Suddenly, his grey eyes flashed like lightning, as his eyes lept to Luna's watery blues. "Snape!" Draco Malfoy growled.

"You know he wouldn't do something that he thought was bad for you." Luna said soothingly.

"He doesn't know me! He doesn't care what I want!" Draco said, and Luna considered that he sounded a great deal like Harry Potter - a fact that both would resent if she pointed it out.

"You could reason with him then? Give him new information?!" Luna asked, as Draco stood and started heading for the edge of the privacy spell.

Still walking, Draco turned around to Luna, and said, "I'll give him a piece of my mind alright!"

[a/n: Earth to Draco. This is a bad idea. You really ... too angry to listen. Fine.

Leave a review! Tis thursday, and Draco is still upset, naturally.]