Luna narrowed her eyes at Draco.
"What did you say?"
Draco swallowed, hoping he could swallow back the words he had spoken.
"Draco Lucious Malfoy, did I really hear you say that?"
Why had he said that? It's like he opened his mouth and his father came out.
"Draco!" she snapped.
All he could do was open and close his mouth like a fish out of water.
Luna stood up, turning her back and beginning to march off, suddenly Draco came out of his stupor and stood to chase after her.
"Don't." She jerked her arm away when he grabbed it.
They had been enjoying such a beautiful day by the lake, why did he have to spoil it?
"Luna I didn't mean anything by it."
She continued on paying him no mind.
"I swear, you know I don't think that way now!"
He hated when he upset her, and he knew without a doubt he had upset her in a major way.
"Not anymore you mean?" she spun on him, causing him to run her over in his haste to keep up.
He jumped up and tried to help her but she shoved his hand away.
"I don't need your help." She grunted as she got to her own feet and started to turn again.
He grabbed her arm and did all he knew to do, he pulled her back against his chest and wrapped his arms around her torso trapping her.
"Let me go!" she huffed.
Any other time Luna would have swooned at being held like this by the young wizard she had grown so fond of, but not after what he had to say about her friend.
"I'm sorry!" He knew he had a short time to make her see reason before she figured a way out of his grasp again.
"I did think that way, before the war, Before you! Now I don't though. Grang- er.. Hermione isn't a mudblood, we aren't purebloods, no one is a blood traitor. We are all just people. I know that, you made me see that, you've given me so much Luna, don't take it away because I slipped up. I can't help that little pieces of the old me still come out now and then, I was that boy for seventeen years! I'm trying though, I'm trying to be a good man now!" He felt her slump into him as she stopped trying to pull away.
"I never wanted to change you Draco, I just wanted to be a lonely boys friend." She sounded sad.
He leaned his forehead against the back of her head, "I needed to change, it just took someone as good as you to make me see that. I'll never bring up your blood status again, nor your friends."
She turned now wrapping her arms around his waist and hugging him tight.
He breathed a sigh of relief and hugged her back tighter. It was strange having friends who didn't care about your heritage.
He never would have lost any of his old friends by calling Granger a mudblood, and certainly not because he called them a pureblood.
Luna however, didn't see what her pureblood status had to do with Hermione and herself being friends.
For once, Draco didn't either.
If Luna didn't like being called a pureblood then the word would not be uttered around her again.
All that mattered to Draco was that she stayed with him, remained his closest friend, helped him to stay whole.
The way he was only when she was with him.
