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Back at the wedding party, I notice Neville doesn't walk back through the double doors and I smile to myself. I really did love the wanker too. I bend over in my seat gently and take another sip of a Lemon Sherbet. Laced with a bit of Fire Whiskey, it kicks me out of my rapour and causes me to shake my head,
trying to relieve my noses of familiar alcohol bubbles. Remus laughs roughly next to me.

"Why're you still here?" I ask rudely, a bit drunk. Just a bit though.

"Someone has to take care of you," he says with a smile "Tonks has gone, I don't know where. I suspect she's been beating Mr. Malfoy though."

"Oh, I must go see about that then," I get up blearily, wondering where Tonks could be.

"Woah woah woah, no, Luna I'm afraid you are in no condition to go see about anything right now," he says, pulling me back.

"But Professor," I say, using my whiniest voice "I do remember I promised Draco a dance, and if Tonks has smashed his legs in, well, he'd find it a bit difficult to dance, I believe."

Remus laughs again as I pout, "Well, you'd be right. I think they've gone outside, I'll accompany you." He offers his arm and I take it.

Outside the tent, I look around the courtyard, still grasping my Lemon Sherbet. I take a loud slurp of it and giggle.

"It slurped Remus."

"Yes, so I heard Luna," he smiles down at me "You are funny when you're drunk, you realize?"

"Oh no, I'm not drunk," I protest, slightly emotional, "The world is always spinning like this, correct?"

He barks out a laugh but holds it in and sighs, trying to repress the look of glee on his face.

"Excuse me Remus," I say and give him a good wallop in the stromach "It's not nice to laugh at people. Especially ones who have seen your eyes change."

"Well, that is true," he says morosely, watching as I wander through the garden, just to fling my drink down and lie on the grass.

"Looks like they're not here. Come watch the stars Remus," I call out and soon feel his body slip next to mine. I cradle my arms on my stomach and watch the stars above us. I look over at Remus at one point to see him glance away from me.

"Something wrong?" I say quite soberly.

"No, not at all," he explains "just thinking."

"Oh," I say quietly "they are amazing aren't they? Yes quite, I know you'll say. But have you ever...just watched forever?"

"Watched forever?"

"I know I'll sound ludicrous," I smile at the sky "and I swear this isn't just me being drunk talking, but I watch forever. I watch as people move through their lives, it's just like being a ghost. Then I think that must be what it's like being the stars. They just sit there, in infinite space, and watch us. No matter what we do, ruin, create, feel, experience, they just keep shining."

"Very thoughtful" he murmurs. I nod.

"Maybe it's the side effects of being Loony Lovegood, but I feel so small, not physically, I just feel small compared to the world," I sigh wistfully "I'm just this little speck in the whole history of the world, and no one's going to remember a simple girl who wrote and wore butterbeer caps. There are witches and wizards out there curing deadly diseases, why would anyone remember someone like me? I'm ordinary."

"I'm sure people don't think you're just ordinary Luna."

"Oh yes, I'm Loony," I sigh against my own will and tap one of my fingertails against my empty Sherbet glass "but hey, at least I'm going to go down with a reputation of being different, instead of just another case number. Cheers."

"Luna."

"Yes?" I ask and pull my eyes away from the stars to look at him.

"Could you..."

"Yes?"

"ever lo...stand correctly?" he says, averting from what he was originally going to say. I shrug it off, it was probably going to be about Neville. I sigh and get up.

"Seems like it," I whisper distractedly "Have you seen Tonks?"

"Someone ask for me?" I turn quickly on my heels, getting a woozy feeling, and spot Tonks.

"Yes, Tonks, would you mind telling me where Draco is?"

"Why do you want to see him?"

"The dance, I still promised him one."

"He's still in the tent, I think he's by the buffet."

"Oh all right, thanks a lot Tonks," I say and wander back to the doorway "Thanks for the help Remus. I'll see you sometime, hopefully."

As I enter, I see him step forward and raise his arm but put it back down. Still slightly loaded, I start towards the buffet.

"Hello Draco" I greet Draco cheerily as I spot him, pulled back from the crowds and holding a cup of some red liquid.

"Luna, are you all right?" he asks with a concerned look in those pale blue eyes. I grab the drink, set it down on the table and pull him towards the dance floor.

"I'm repaying you Draco, thank you so much for telling me about Neville."

He looks suspiciously at me as I pull off my gloves and toss them onto a nearby table. I wrap my arms around his neck again, like before, and begin to dance to an already begun song.

"Are you drunk Lovegood?" he asks incrediously, using my last name again. I giggle.

"Of course not."

"You're sure?"

"Proof positive," I put on a smile "Sherbet lemons are delicious."

"Was it laced?" he adds.

"A little" I wrinkle my nose and he smirks.

"Have you been having fun? Besides Longbottom, of course."

"Yes, I've been meaning to ask, how did you know about that?"

"Well you know Frederique Astaire in Granger's department? She's seen Granger leave with Longbottom, them snogging on the way out."

"And you know this Frederique?"

"Yes, she's a ministry official."

"Have you slept with her?"

"Excuse me?"

"Have you slept with her, you know, not sleeping but the other bedroom activity?"

"No...and how does this apply to you?"

"I was just wondering," I finish as the music dies down "I guess it's time to leave."

"Yes apparently" Draco says, staring at me abnormally.

"Shouldn't we see them off?" I grab his hand and pull him towards the front of the tent, to see Hermione and Ron leave on their honeymoon. They both rush out to hoots and hollaring, loud claps and magic bubbles floating around. I hear a loud pop before I can get a good view of how they leave.

"Oh hell" I say quietly.

"At least they're happy," Draco says with quite a look of disgust on his face.

"Why did they invite you again?"

"Destiny."

"Ah yes, because they surely would not make such a mistake out of free will."

"Exactly."

I giggle "you know, sometimes Draco, you aren't that bad."

Waking up hazily the next morning, I take a deep breath and cringe. My brain pounds against the inside of my skull threateningly, like it's about to exploud. This image causes me to groan and raise my hand to my forehead. Hangovers bad; best to just stay drunk.

Shifting over to a cooler section of pillow, I sigh and just decide on staying in bed. Inhaling deeply again, I try to will away the pain. My arms pull up the comforter to shield my eyes against the bright light of the window and I moan loudly underneath it.

"Oh would you try to keep it down," a voice from outside the blanket says "otherwise you'll have the whole place thinking you're dying!"

"I am dying" I respond unconciously.

"No you're not" the voice says getting closer.

"I am," I say, thinking it's probably someone from work come to check on me "I've had too much to drink, and my brain is pounding against my skull like it wants to get out or something."

The blanket is suddenly pulled back and my eyes squeeze shut against the sudden burst of light.

"Oh, do open your eyes," the voice says and this time I recognise it as male. As I open my eyes, the light filters my vision and I see the one and only Draco Malfoy.

"MALFOY?" I ask incrediously. I sit up quickly and cast my glance around the room. The blankets and sheets are white, and there are large bay windows around the room as sunlight beams through. The whole place is decorated in white, with a few green flowers to accent dressers and an elegant fireplace near the end of the bed.

"Yes?"

"WHY am I here?"

He chuckles "Luna, put it together, you're sober now."

Odd flashes race through my mind as I think back. Lemon Sherbet, Remus on the grass, dancing with Malfoy, Ron and Hermione leaving, leaving with Malfoy,
arriving at his house...

"I SLEPT WITH YOU?" I ask loudly. He laughs out loud this time.

"Not only slept," he says with a wide smirk set perfectly on his features "I never knew Ravenclaws were that flexible. I do believe I'll call you Pretzel from now on."

"AUGH!" I yell and quite literally jump out of bed "Where are my clothes?"

"Somewhere, I believe the servants took them for cleaning," he continues to smirk as I wrap a sheet around my naked body "Now now Luna, I'm sure you had just as much fun as I did last night."

I sigh desperatly and sink back onto the bed. What have I done? I've slept with Malfoy! Slytherin extraordinaire, enemy to every other house in Hogwarts! A pair of sturdy hands wrap themselves onto my shoulders and begin to massage gently. I moan lightly as he expertly works his slender hands up and down my frame, relaxing every muscle in my back and shoulders. But...it's Malfoy. Imagine all the torture he's done to other people...

"I never did touch you" he says smoothly, as if reading my mind, as another hand slips lower down my spine. I nod.

"I think you noticed that sometime," he continues as I don't bother to respond "you were kind of impossible to me. Though it would have been easy to find the insults, it was like an easy target, and in those days easy was something I took quickly, but some instinct told me you were different."

"Oh bloody hell Malfoy, you're not feeding me that you've loved me forever," I complain "it's practically a scene out of a romance novel."

"You don't think there was a reason I didn't disturb you and your crazed ways?"

"Everyone else made fun of me, you knew it wouldn't affect me."

"That wouldn't be it" he explains as I sigh. I dig myself into the covers again.

"Luna-kins" a voice spills into my ears "Wake-y, wake-y again!"

"Bloody hell Malfoy, leave me alone! I'm a waking disaster, bugger off!" I scream from under the covers and thrash a bit, trying to kick at whatever is pressing on the sheets.

"Woah! Luna, it's not Malfoy!"

"What?" I ask from under the sheets, not daring to move "Great, who've I slept with now?"

A pair of laughs come from outside my fabric fort.

"No one here, now would you just come out?"

"No," I refuse "I don't want to know what's going on about my head."

"You Ravenclaws sure do like to hide in things."

"Books, studies, blankets. My blankets to be exact," I hear as someone yanks the sheets back from my grasping hands. I squeal a bit and hide my eyes.

"Oi, get a grip! It's just us!"

"Is it death?"

"No" laughter erupts again.

"Then I don't want to know who us is."

A pair of hands grabs my arms away from my eyes and I see Fred and George Weasley peering down at me with grins on their faces.

"You two? I've slept with you TWO?"

"No-"

"Again, you haven't slept with us-"

"Though, we wouldn't mind-"

"That much, if you had," Fred grins. I slap him on the hip and smile.

"So it was just a drunken dream," I grin contentedly "I haven't slept with anyone, or Malfoy. Who's up for drinks?"

"Oh well yes, about that-"

"You did sleep with Malfoy."

"WHAT?"

"You slept with Malfoy" George says directly. I stare indescribably at him, left in my ruffled party dress and my hair in a mess.

"Er..how did I end up here?" I start to get up and search for my wand. Fred hands me it as George begins to wind the tale.

"Well, we saw you at the wedding dancing with Malfoy, wondering what the bloody hell was going on, and why you would ever fancy Malfoy."

"Then we saw you leaving with him and lost you, we knew you were going to the mansion."

"We couldn't apparate, so we had to use a few tricks to get in and by that time, he'd already had his way with you. So-"

"We flooed you here."

"I see...er, thanks?"

"No worries mate" George agrees.

"Any time" Fred continues. I nod thankfully and mutter a spell to fix my hair and conjure some of my clothes from home onto my body.

"What's for breakfast?"