I want to apologise for taking so long to upload, I've been very busy.
I figure that some readers may think the story is moving slow, but those readers must remember that these two characters are alien to each other, it would be a little too unrealistic to think they would make out in the second or third chapter.
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**I know the chapters are not very long, but I rather make it short and sweet than long and wordy and...well, you know.
Viva La Vida
It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
windows and the sound of drums
People could't believe what I'd become
Swish and flick! It was simple enough according to their professors. Stand there, stand here, do this and do that, don't complain and listen up. Classes were a repetitive, and by nature, very dull activities at Hogwarts School. A student sat by himself in the library studying for Transfiguration. "Why in the hell would I care to learn how to turn a mouse into a pin?" he asked himself, aloud. "…I mean…" he went on. "If I was in such desperate needs for pins, I'd buy some!"
Meanwhile, in the Great Hall sat a younger girl. She was not alone, unlike the older boy. She sat with a friend. "…and what did you say?" asked one of the girls, as she stuffed some toast in her mouth before class started.
Her friends looked at her curiously, "nothing, what was I supposed to say?" asked Luna, she looked away and stared forward, examining the Slythering table. "Is it true?"
"What are you talking about?" asked a Gryffindor. She joined the group of girls and piled her plate with food.
Luna looked at Ginny, she didn't know if she should ask. She did anyway. "Is it true that all the girls like him?" questioned Luna. Her friends looked at her, puzzled. Luna was used to her friends looking puzzled, but this time there was a hint of bewilderment in their eyes.
"Well, he's not really my cup of tea," said Jane, after she swallowed a massive piece of toast. "He scares the crap out of me, to be quite honest."
One of the other girls snorted her milk; apparently, she was amused by Jane's comment. Lisa commented, "I bet you love him! I bet you're only saying that because you don't want us to think you like a Slythering!"
Jane scowled at her now-formal friend. "Oh yeah!" she said in a cynical and louder-than-necessary voice. "I'm totally attracted to guys who give me nightmares. I mean…just last night I had sex with the boogieman!"
The girls stared at Jane, obviously oblivious. "Who's the boogieman? He doesn't go to Hogwarts does he?" asked Luna.
Jane looked truly annoyed now. Her scowl deepened and she looked from one girl to the next. "You want to know the most frustrating thing about being muggleborn? You can never be witty with your comebacks!" said Jane, she got up and started to the entrance, while she talked to herself. "Who's the boogieman? Honestly…"
Later that day Luna had to endure History of Magic. Being the Ravenclaw she was, she had t pay attention. That was, of course, until she notice a certain blond looking at her. He looked away instantly, blushing slightly. He looked tired and worn out.
She kept looking at him, wondering why he was looking at her in the first place. She reluctantly looked away after giving up hope of ever figuring him out, or at least in the next thirty minutes.
"What do you want?" History of Magic had ended, thankfully, and Luna was on her way to the Great Hall. Draco had appeared out of a dark corner of the corridor.
"Considering you're the one approaching me…I guess I should be the one asking questions," answered Luna, as she turned to him. She smiled; she always smiles, thought Draco. "What do you want?"
He looked at her. He didn't look puzzled, he looked curious. "I guess I wanted to say…hi." he walked away. Luna was astonished, she didn't expect that. As he walked away she noticed how he walked. He seemed as if the world rested on his shoulders, he looked broken. He looked dead. He was changed, and that's when she thought, viva la vida for I have not yet lost my soul to my foes.
