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Draco could tell that winter was coming as he shivered beneath his cloak, the chills of October descending silently onto the grounds of Hogwarts and the village of Hogsmeade. It was the first weekend of October, and the first Hogsmeade weekend for the students. Unfortunately, everyone was forced to go to the village with their "reconciliation partner," so Draco was stuck with Luna. Although the last few weeks hadn't been too horrible, and he had managed to extract several valuable nuggets of information for his father, Luna's eccentricity was actually endearing to him, and that was what scared him most.

"Where do you want to go first?" she asked, rubbing her arms to warm them up. Draco slung an arm around her as a source of warmth - for them both, of course, - but quickly removed it when he realized what he was doing.

"Anywhere that isn't outside," Draco responded, pulling her into Honeydukes, the next storefront they passed.

"Oooo," Luna exclaimed. "I love this shop." Draco laughed and approached the counter, offering to buy her a few things. "Oh, Draco. I couldn't. I know that you don't have as much money as you used to since the war."

Her honesty startled him into reality. He kept forgetting about his newfound shortage of money. "Oh, yeah," he muttered awkwardly. "Then, er, I'll buy myself some candy and share it with you."

Luna nodded, her cloak's strings still up around her nose from the cold. "Cold fall, ain't it?" the shop-owner remarked as they went up to pay for their things.

"Yes, sir," Draco agreed respectfully, trying not to attract attention to the amount of time he was spending digging up the two galleons he needed to pay for the candy.

"Tell you what," the shop-owner said in a faux-whisper. "I'll give you something a little extra for your girlfriend."

"Oh! She's not... Luna's just my reconciliation partner. Not my girlfriend," Draco clarified hastily, his eyes bugging out.

"Oh. Sorry," the shop-owner responded, looking a little taken aback. "But I think you shouldn't be so quick to get rid of that possibility," he added, accepting the two galleons with a wink, and placing the little pink chocolate heart on top anyway.

Draco blushed and led Luna out of the shop, only to turn in at the next door, The Three Broomsticks. It was far too chilly to be outside. "Oh! Draco! Did you see that?" Luna exclaimed, staring out the window. A few heads turned in their direction, but Draco ignored it.

"What?" he asked, a little bored, as he recognized the symptoms of Luna seeing one of her fantastical creatures.

"A snow Leprechaun!" she answered, taking his hand and pointing it in the direction. Draco blinked a few times, and thought he might've seen something vaguely resembling a little man made of snow.

"Yeah, yeah," he agreed enthusiastically, instead of voicing his thoughts. His time spent with Luna had showed him that it was best to go along with what she said, and not laugh. Never laugh.

Luna smiled and ordered up to mugs of butterbeer, before taking his arm and drifting over to where Potter, Granger, and the two Weasleys were sitting. "Hello, Luna. Malfoy," Potter greeted them civilly. Draco noticed that all of their "reconciliation partners" had disappeared, and wondered why he hadn't been asked to join the aforementioned vanished partners. Maybe because they think I'll say no, Draco realized, his stomach turning cold. It was true that he had been spending a lot of time with Luna - much more than the others had with their partners. But it was because of his dad. Right?

"Potter," Draco responded, dipping his head and trying not to appear distracted.

"How come you aren't with your buddies?" Weasley asked, a bit more rudely than Potter.

"It's not because I want to hang out with you lot, believe me," Draco snorted, looking down his nose at Granger in particular. Filthy Mud - he began to think, then remembered he was supposed to be good. That's a laugh.

Granger looked up at his gaze and wrinkled her nose. "Ew, what are you doing here?" she wondered, then clapped her hand over her mouth. Weasley laughed obnoxiously at her comment.

Luna smiled. "Oh, come on, Draco. I can see we aren't wanted. There's a nice antique shop a few doors down; would you like to go there?"

Draco grinned back at her and responded, "Sure, Luna," ignoring the laughter of Potter and his mates. She took his hand and led him up to the antique shop, while Draco tried to ignore the tingling in his hand where she was touching him, or the way he kept thinking she was pretty with her windswept blond curls and large, clear eyes. What is wrong with me? Draco wondered, shaking his head. He'd been with plenty of girls, and he had never felt this way about any of them, including his long-time girlfriend, Pansy.

The antique shop that Luna had mentioned was small and crammed with various wizarding antiquities. Shelves of cauldrons and teapots lined the walls, while the floor was covered in silk rugs and garden statues. A small counter near the back was filled with jewelry, and that was where Luna headed. "Oh! Look at that," Luna exclaimed, pointing at a pot, for, being Luna, she had to get sidetracked along the way, Draco thought dryly.

Draco examined what had caught her attention; it was a large blue tureen engraved with strange runes. "What does it say?" he asked, interested despite himself.

Luna picked up the tureen and held it upside down, her eyes widening slowly as she spun it around. "Wow. This is the secret of the Crumple-Horned Snorkack's eating habits. This will help Daddy a lot," she exclaimed. "We're going on another vacation to find the Snorkacks this Christmas Break." Draco smiled at her somewhat condescendingly, finding her strangely cute with her weird obsession with strange animals. "I wonder who put this here..."

"Probably another lunatic like you," he muttered, but was still grinning. Luna may be a lunatic, but he loved her for it. Wait, what am I thinking? Draco realized in a panic. I don't love Luna! How could I think such a thing? Me, Draco Malfoy, and Loony Lovegood? It's completely ridiculous!

"Draco? Draco?" Luna prodded, waving her hand in front of his face. "Have you got a case of the Carmuffagles?"

"The Carmuffagles?" Draco queried, edging over to the jewelry counter.

"Oh, yes," Luna nodded. "The characteristic symptoms include mysteriously staring at one person for a long time. I've noticed you doing that a lot. You should get yourself checked." I've been staring at Luna a lot? Draco thought with a seizing of panic.

"Yeah, maybe I should," Draco told her, still staring at the jewelry.

"Oh, this is really pretty," Luna exclaimed. Draco hurried over to see what she was looking at, and he had to agree that it was kind of nice. It was a large faceted amethyst set into an elegant silver claw, hanging on a rather simple silver chain.

"Yeah," he agreed. Then, struck by a sudden burst of generosity, Draco extracted a small purse in one of his back pockets, with what his mother had said was his emergency money, and poured twenty-one galleons out onto the counter. The gnarled old witch that was taking care of the shop sprang forward immediately and shoveled the money over to herself with greedy fingers, then handed Luna the necklace.

"Thank you," she told the woman, then turned to Draco. "You shouldn't have done that, Draco."

"I wanted to," he responded with a smile.

Those last two lines are homage to One Tree Hill... which is what I was watching while I wrote this. Not that episode, but still. REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! At least so that I don't drive you crazy asking for reviews. Also, if you're a Marauders fan, please check out my other fanfiction (my other Harry Potter fanfiction, that is) Set Fire to the Rain.