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Chapter 10

"Draco," her voice was a little louder this time. He willed his eyes to open and gasped in surprise. She was standing outside his office door, dressed up in odd muggle pieces of clothing, with baggy pants and an overly large sweater. He looked down at himself, his feel of transforming still very real. He sighed in relief to find his human self intact. It was all a dream, just a dream, but it seemed so very real.

She was still smiling at him from the door.

"Are you going to stand there all day then?" he drawled, his voice a little edgy. He was still tensed from seeing her body covered in blood. His eyes took in her pale face, her blond hair was tied up in a ponytail. 'She was okay,' he thought trying to calm his nerves.

"I am sorry I am late, I had to feed the chikly puffs see. And then the guard told me the way to your office and," she stopped, seeing him come over and take her hand in his and putting the other hand over her mouth to shut her.

Her eyes widened in surprise, he had never voluntarily touched her before. He let go quickly and gave her a small smirk. " You made it and that's all it matters. At least you didn't knock me over," he said, remembering the incidents in his dream.

She chuckled at his words. "I did knock over the poor guard. He didn't know how I could come out of no where," she muttered looking down.

Draco tried to hide his smile. He could picture Mr. Wright being knocked over by Luna. Mr. Wright was a big burly man with a big moustache. He reminded Draco of the old games keeper at Hogwarts. The little tiny thing like Luna knocking him over was just too funny. He gave loud laugh.

"No, don't laugh, I feel so guilty knocking the poor man out," she said, though her own lips were twitching slightly.

"O go on laugh," Draco said, noticing the gesture. "I am quite sure he is alright. Seriously have you seen yourself compared to him," he finished.

Luna shook her head at him and giggled softly.

She had a very melodic laugh Draco thought. " So my lady, what would you like to see first? Being the Ravenclaw that you are I bet you want to see the library," he said in a sing song voice.

She laughed again, holding her hands to her mouth, her head leaning back. He made her laugh. " I would like to see the library, and the compotator room, but first I would like to see your classroom," she said, after her laughter died out.

It was funny how she said 'computator' exactly how she had said in his dream, he thought. No he didn't want to go over it again. He grabbed her hand and dragged her out of his office, pushing his way across the few students crowding the hall. They all sent him weird looks as he passed, not used to seeing him with anyone.

Her eyes kept wandering all over, as they passed down the hallway. He watched it dart to the still paintings that hung on the walls in the arts corridor that they had to pass in order to get to his classroom.

"O look, it's like magic," she said, stopping at one of the pieces.

It was a painting by Rene Magritte, a French surrealist artist. Muggles called his style, magic surrealism, as it really did seem to be an extraordinary piece of imagination. It was the picture with a man looking down from a bridge with wings behind his back, and a lion standing beside him. There were many interpretations of this painting but Draco agreed with the interpretation of feeling out of place in the world. The lion in a city, quite out of his own surroundings, and the man wanting to fly created a melancholy of longing in Draco's heart. It resonated with this piece.

He was shaken out of his reverie when he felt Luna still looking at him for an answer.

"It's a painting by Rene Magritte, a French painter," he told her, not going into details with the explanation.

She studied it carefully. "He is really good," she whispered softly, a strange expression filling her eyes.

He nodded, and then both started walking again.

"I teach Chemistry, which is the muggle equivalent for potions," he said, when he finally reached the door to his classroom.

"Definitely didn't see that coming," she said, her eyes twinkling again as she followed him inside the room. He rolled his eyes at her, but they both knew he didn't mind her teasing him about it.

"It definitely smells a lot like our potions classroom, though I must admit, the windows does help a lot," she said, looking around the classroom.

" Is it a lot different than potions?" she asked, curious about Draco's subject.

'She looked cute when she looked like that', he thought. Her clothes were really too baggy on her. At least in his dreams she had worn form fitted clothing. Get your mind out of the gutter Draconis Lucius Malfoy, his conscience berated him.

"Let's see, well apart from not using various ingredients like, our spit and frog's saliva, the procedures of making different reactions is pretty much the same. It takes patience and attention to detail," he said, getting back to his teacher mode for a second.

"Wow, you really are a Teacher. You have changed so much Draco Malfoy," she said, looking up at him in admiration.

Only Draco knew the levels of change he had gone through. "You will never know how much," he muttered to himself.

He was about to ask her about where she got her clothes when he was interrupted by a knock at his door. He looked up to see Miranda Summers, glaring at him.

"Yes?" he asked, icily. His anger returning in full force, looking at her face. He knew it was just a dream, but he couldn't forget how she had ran from the scene. He could bet she would run again if it actually happened. Luna must have sensed his discomfort as she touched his arm discreetly, trying to calm his nerves.

He shot a discreet smile at her before turning back to the door.

"Well, I don't have all day and I do need to show my guest around," he drawled.

" I was just heading over to the staff party and I was wondering if you had changed your mind," she said, looking at him with a fake sweet expression.

"I should have hoped that you would realize by now that I am not as fickle headed as you are Miss Summers. I do not change my mind in an hour," he drawled, rolling his eyes upward.

Luna watched the interaction, watching back and forth. Noticing Luna, watching her Miranda glared at her, as though it was her fault Malfoy wasn't coming.

"Fine!" she said, stomping out the classroom again.

"She really needs to grow past the stage of five," Draco muttered once she was gone.

Luna gave him a strange look.

"What?" he asked.

" You didn't cancel going to the staff party because I was coming did you? Cause I can definitely come later Draco," she said, looking at him.

Draco barked a harsh laugh. " Would you listen to yourself? Draco Malfoy doesn't do anything he doesn't want to. And Besides I have never attended the staff party on any year, and I have no intention of beginning now," he said, trying to forget of what happened in his dream.

" Are you sure? She seemed upset that you couldn't make it," she asked, her eyes were on her hands. She looked slightly uncomfortable.

" She is not my keeper. She reminds me of Pansy, seriously, she even wears that horrible smelling perfume she used to wear. I swear somebody is laughing at my luck right now. Besides, that frown doesn't suit your face Lovegood! So cheer up. Come I will take you to the rose garden. That will cheer you up," he said, grabbing her hand again. He was getting used to holding it.

She smiled at him this time. " Lead on, my fair knight," she said.

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