It's been a long time and I feel bad, since you guys are actually great reviewers! But don't think I've forgotten, because I've actually had Chapter 5 in the works for a couple weeks; I just don't have too much time to write anymore. Can you believe that I haven't read since, like, the middle of September? It's sad... Well, anyway, here you go. I like this chapter! It includes my first try at Luna POV... so tell me what you think!

Disclaimer: Don't own HP, don't own My Happy Ending by Avril Lavigne.

"Wow," Draco laughed as Luna entered the room. "That's great."

She smiled, fingering the black embroidery on the fringes of her deep purple robes. "You think I make a good Ruzzle Witch?" she asked. Draco stepped back, as though to assess her crazy purple pointed had and sparkling robes with large-stoned jewelry, and grinned.

"The costume's beautiful," he told her. "You're beautiful."

Luna's eyes brightened. "Thank you, Draco. That's a very nice thing to -" Suddenly, she cut off, clutching at her throat. Draco rushed forward, his eyes widening in fear.

"Luna! Luna! What's wrong?" he asked, allowing her to sink down into his arms with a gasp.

"I... I can't breathe," she whimpered, her eyes like fearful purple globes - she had turned them purple for her Ruzzle Witch costume, he realized with a lurch, as he propped Luna up on his shoulder and raced for the hospital wing.

"Sh," he whispered in her ear, his heart racing as he threw open the doors. Draco couldn't remember a time when he'd been this worried about a human being other than himself. That thought made him cringe, for watching Madame Pomfrey examine Luna somehow got through to him, making him realize how selfish he'd been. "Luna, I'm so sorry," he breathed to himself, not even knowing what he had to apologize to her for. But somehow he felt like this was all his fault.

"What's going on?" a loud voice questioned. Draco shook himself awake as it dawned on him that he'd been standing there, staring, for quite a while. Madame Pomfrey had disappeared into her office, probably to find some potion or something, and Potter and his pals had clearly heard the news, for Weasley had just voiced the obvious question.

"It's me. I'm going to be sick at the sight of you," Draco quipped snidely, surprising even himself.

"Really?" Granger interrupted. "Luna's seriously ill, and you immature twits are going to argue?" Weasley looked slightly abashed, while Draco's insides seemed to turn to acid. Granger was right. What was he doing, arguing like a child with a little child while Luna was so sick?

"Yeah..." Draco mumbled, and glanced at him, obviously surprised at the uncharacteristic remorse. "You're right, Granger." At this, he received numerous stunned glances, not least of all from Granger, but he ignored it, stepping forward towards Luna. "Will she be okay?" he asked Madame Pomfrey, who had just reappeared.

"Well, she is seriously ill," Madame Pomfrey responded. "She will recover, with this potion, but it is a little risky. This is a disease often contracted when traveling in Siberia, as the wizards there are not too appreciative of visitors." Luna's summer trip to search for the Crumple Horned Snorkack, Draco though bitterly. How could she be so foolish? How could she go and contract a disease and risk dying on him? Until that moment, Draco hadn't even realized how much he needed her. "...and the Siberian wizards like to make sure that there's always a fighting chance for their victims, but also the possibility of a long, painful death."

Draco went numb. What if the potion didn't work? Long ,painful death. Madame Pomfrey's words echoed around in his head. What had Luna done to deserve this? As he stared at her blonde locks, carelessly scattered on her pillow as she slept, like an angel's. Because she was an angel. What had this sweet, sweet creature done to deserve a long, painful death? Draco's breathing grew ragged as he collapsed onto his knees beside her, ignoring Weasley's snicker and the concerned looks from Potter and Granger. Why did he even care about what they thought? Why did they care what he did?

"Mr. Malfoy," Madame Pomfrey began gently. "Miss Lovegood probably shouldn't have visitors at this stage."

"Please, Madame Pomfrey," Draco begged, earning even more glances from the others. "Will you stop looking at me like that?" he snapped at them, so harshly that Granger jumped in fright. He sneered at her and turned back to Madame Pomfrey, who was gazing at him pityingly, and perhaps a little surprised, for in the past, he had treated her as nothing better than a slave.

"Alright," she agreed finally. "But, Mr. Malfoy, be quiet and respectful. This is a very complex potion and it likes its silence. We don't want it to go wrong."

He nodded and sat down in the chair, watching as Madame Pomfrey carefully administered the potion. He heard, but didn't really register, the trio leaving the hospital wing, as Luna gasped and sat up, sputtering. Draco rose to help her, but was pushed back down by Madame Pomfrey and forced to watch as Luna convulsed and fell back onto her pillow. Slowly and silently, the older witch got up and left, going into her office. Draco slipped one of her hands into his, gently caressing each of the small fingers. Luna, he thought, hoping he could communicate to her through his thoughts. I need you to know that I care about you. I think you're the first person I've ever really cared about, Luna. And I've been lying to myself about this for along while now, because I know my father would never forgive me for... for caring about someone on the other side. And I would never forgive myself...

Draco took a shaky breath, closing his eyes. I hope you can forgive me. I feel like this is somehow my fault. Like it's punishment for everything that I've done... All those horrible things... It's my fault, Luna, I know it. And so he went on, circling around and around with his thoughts until he came back to, It's my fault.

It's not your fault,Draco, Luna's voice told him. He jolted up, realizing he'd been asleep. Prying his eyes open, he saw that it hadn't really been Luna who had spoken. She was still fast asleep, her color dwindling even more. Draco's heart sank. He'd been so hopeful for a moment - filled with so much hope that she was back with him, ready to tell him about another one of her father's outrageous views, to comfort him about his own father...

Suddenly, Draco's eyes welled up with tears. For the two months he'd known her, really known her, he hadn't even realized how much he'd become dependent on Luna. Half of him wanted to argue and say, I'm not dependent on anyone, much less Loony Lovegood, but the other half knew that he was beginning to care for more deeply than he cared for even his mother. If she were gone, who would be there to make him laugh? Draco felt like he had laughed way more in the last month alone than he had laughed all his life. And who would be there to support him when he felt guilty about all of his sins? And who would be there, promising to take him hunting for Crumple Horned Snorkacks? And who would...

Draco realized he was crying in earnest now and wiped his eyes, taking deep breaths to calm himself. As he pulled back his sleeve, his Dark Mark flashed before his eyes. He hated that thing. He hated it. Because even though he was still helping out his father, he hated the reminder of those dark days, when he'd been forced to torture and kill. He still had nightmares about the Dark Lord... Draco choked up again. That was something only Luna knew. Luna... she knew so much about him, understood him so well. She couldn't die. She just couldn't.

She couldn't.

Luna's eyelids flickered slightly in the morning, but nobody was there to see. Slowly, she opened her eyes, allowing the sunlight to flood them as the dawn rays danced across the opposite wall. "Mmmm," she tried to speak, but couldn't. She couldn't move either. It was as if something very heavy was holding her down.

As her eyes adjusted to the sunlight, she noticed that there was something holding her down - a person, clinging to her so tightly that she could hardly breathe. When she saw the person's light hair, she immediately recognized him as Draco. "Draco," she whispered, smiling. "Draco."

He stirred slightly, then sat up abruptly. "Oh. Luna, you're awake!" he exclaimed, grinning so widely that she wouldn't have been surprised if he had caught the Wurples - a disease in which the patient can't do anything but smile.

"Yes, I am," she smiled back, leading into a long pause, during which Draco realized that he was sitting almost on top of Luna and got up awkwardly. Luna frowned as she watched him try to hide from his emotions, like he always did. "Draco..." she began, about to say that she understood how he was feeling completely, but he interrupted her.

"No, I'll... I'll get Madame Pomfrey," he said abruptly, leaving to fetch the witch. Luna sighed, letting her dreaminess fade for a moment. It was happening more and more often these days - whenever she was around Draco, she found herself wanting to hide, to be less honest, or for him to want her. She kept trying to be better, to be more fun... For some reason, she wanted Draco to want to be with her, always. And the strange thing was, not even Luna had a theory to explain this.

Except that maybe she was falling in love.

Okay! Did you guys like it? Please tell me you did... Like, actually tell me. And tell me if you like the Luna POV! If you did, I might include more!