Luna
On Harry's shoulders I was just tall enough to spy on Hermione and Draco. Professor Dumbledore's orders were specific. Until the last couple said those three fatal words we would be stuck here. Pansy was a liability, with her inability to accept her incompatibility with Draco she was unknowingly ruining our chances of escape. Hermione would never hurt anyone on purpose and so long as the persistent little pure blood followed Draco around like a lost puppy we were stuck. He obviously didn't like her. He looked at her how Harry looked at Hermione. She laughed at something he'd said, but didn't see him how we needed her to see him.
"Hermione will never love Draco, no matter how many snakes we conjure or lust bushes we plant. Lust and love are two totally different things, Luna. They may grow to be friends, but she can't love him and he can't respect her. Look at how he's leering at her!" Harry hissed, "That's not admiration. It's vile and I can't believe you expect me to watch her fall into this trap." I silenced him before his psychotic rants could get us caught. My hand trailed along his jawline. We'd been dating since the start of this year. He nodded as if to say he understood. I zapped the earth and a root grew, tripping Hermione up. She tumbled forward knocking Draco on his butt.
"But what if they don't fall in love?" He asked as we moved along the brush.
"They will. I saw it for myself. Draco and Hermione. Blaise and Ginny. You and me…" I griped his hand, "the only one that was fuzzy was Ron and Pansy. I can't guarantee that they'll find love in the other. They are both so in love with people who can't love them." I shook my head sadly. I couldn't say I didn't feel for Pansy and Ron. Both of them were exceptional people despite their immediate short comings. When I was sure Hermione and Draco were set I dragged Harry back to the camp. Blaise and Ginny were having a laugh over something or another. His dark skin was tinted red as he wiped a fallen tear from his cheek.
"And your mum cooked all of that single handedly? I'd have whooped your little arse Ginerva!"
"I hadn't meant it!" She exclaimed, "George and Fred were chasing me!" He tucked a lock of crimson hair behind her ear when she mentioned her dead brother.
"How is George holding up?" He asked her. She shrugged lamely.
"He's fine I guess. When we got home, mum started doing the dishes like all was well. She didn't acknowledge that Fred was gone until we saw the clock." At his confused expression she explained about their family clock, "his hand had simply fallen off. and that's when mum broke down. George offered the hand to her, but she recoiled like she'd been burned. He ended up keeping it. He wears it around his neck so he's always with Fred." He squeezed her hand.
"Do you want to hear something funny or do you want a hug?" He asked her.
"Both," She admitted. He held her gently, before recalling an over the top story from his childhood.
"I was a bit of a clutz in my day as well." He told her,"so whenever my mum bought something new she had a legion of house elves guarding it. So one day I ordered one of the newer elves to fetch me a snack and slipped in where he'd been. I swear i barely touched it and the bloody thing came crashing down. I swear my arse was sore for a week after that." She giggled at his story, revealing in the strength of his arms. If we could get Ron and Pansy like this it would push my plans along further. I snuck into my tent, Harry following close behind.
Professor Dumbledore,
We are in need of a magically altered telly and some of the most heartbreaking movies you can conjure up. Status report:
Blaise and Ginny are getting on splendidly. They shared a few stories and are currently embracing.
Ron and Pansy are having difficulties. They're both in love with Hermione and Draco (respectively.) They seem to like each other well enough, but Pansy's infatuation may end up ruining any chance for a Dramione romance.
As for Draco and Hermione they are getting along much better than you would have expected. They are definitely attracted to each other, but its mostly teenage hormones. They don't have any specific feelings toward the other although Draco is trying exceptionally well to befriend Hermione.
Harry and I are doing splendidly so theres no need to worry about us. He is worried about Hermione though. He doesn't believe Draco can ever respect her.
Other than that we're doing well.
Love,
Luna.
I sent the letter away in a puff of smoke, hoping for a quick response.
Naturally it would take him nearly three hours to reply and when he did he did it so conspicuously that I could hardly stand it. This was a secret operation for crying out loud. A legion of owls swooped down upon us delivering supplies of every kind along with what I requested. Draco picked through the new delivery, finding a parcel of letters from his mum.
I found my own parcel of exotic treats and newspapers. Harry stood by my side, used to not getting anything. Hermione plucked one of Draco's treats from his bundle and walked away to inspect Ron's bundle.
"Did she...you did not steal my chocolate!" He walked quickly around the little mountain and captured her around her waist.
"Are you daft? You will not escape with my favorite chocolate."
"But it has orange in it!" She insisted, "you can't have it! You can have the rest of your chocolate."
"You can't just steal my chocolate, from my mum, from my parcel! It isn't done in high society." He insisted. She flipped her hair and smiled at him. That leer disappeared and for a moment he looked astonished. She bit into the bar with a triumphant smile. He guided her arm upward and bit it where she had. They stared off and she shrugged taking another bite then offering it to him again. With a quick smile I got the telly set up inside one of the wizard tents they sent us.
Noted.
Was all the note on the TV said. Draco snorted at the idea of watching a movie.
"Why would I find interest in such a mediocre muggle past time?" He scoffed as Hermione dragged the reluctant boy into the sitting room.
We were seated in our respective pairs as the first seconds of Titanic began rolling. Near the middle I took a quick look around. Ron and Pansy were sharing a bag of licorice, sitting on the edges of their seats. Then Blaise and Ginny were laughing quietly about the insanity of the situation. In our world if a purebred girl ran off with a muggle like that she'd be shunned. There would be no thinly veiled conversations. Hermione was mouthing the words and Draco was clearly engrossed. When Jack froze I heard them unmistakable distress of one Ron Weasley.
"That bint said she wouldn't let go."
Tears ran along Hermione and Pansy's cheeks as they clung to the men beside them. Ginny shook her head.
"And they couldn't share the door because?"
"It was about the sacrifice!" Pansy said dramatically. She slung a twizzler at the crimson haired girl.
"Weasley is right. They could have taken turns on the door. That way they both could have lived." Draco commented. They had a point, but that didn't mean I wasn't a little misty eyed over the sacrifice.
We watched movies until we couldn't keep our eyes open. The girls (even Ginny) were tired out from crying over tear jerking classics like Marley and Me and newer tear killers like The Fault in our Stars. I for one was totally content to be held all night by Harry.
I woke before everyone else. Draco and Hermione were cuddled together, a plush dragon was forgotten on the floor beside them. I stuck in on Draco's free side before checking on Pansy and Ron. He was on the floor, but they held hands as they slept. I wasn't sure if I wanted to check on Blaise and Ginny, knowing them they booby trapped the door, but regardless I peeked in. Ginny's head rested easily on Blaise's toned chest and his dark arm wrapped along her ivory waist.
"Splendid," I murmured.
"Splendid indeed," I nearly jumped out of my skin as Draco's breath his my shoulder, "now tell Draco what you're up to."
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