Draco couldn't help but feel pleased with himself. It had taken 15 years, but he had finally won a Quidditch match against Potter. At a pub afterwards as he was celebrating with his team mates, a pretty witch walked in by herself and sat down nearby. Apparently she was the only one in the building who hadn't heard the news, because she seemingly ignored their cheers. He strode up to her, as he did so she looked up at him. She looked familiar… "Congratulations, Draco. I always thought you should win at least one game against him…" she smiled at him, and excused herself to the ladies'. One of the beaters turned around on his stool and said "That Lovegood's become really fit. If she wasn't so nutters, I'd want to get to know her better." His teammate turned back around, and left him to his thoughts. Draco sat down at Luna's table and waited for her to return momentarily. He didn't think she was so nutters…