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-FIRST DAY OF TERM (DRACO'S SIXTH YEAR)-

"Draco," Luna said sharply, shaking him awake rather roughly.

At once he jumped up right, his cheek marked lightly from the ink on the paper he had been lying on. "I know! I know! In a year! . . ." he paused when he saw Luna standing beside him her face livid. It was odd seeing her like that, it was so different from her dreamy resonance. "Oh . . . Hi Luna . . . What time is it?" he asked noticing the darkness beyond the library windows.

"Eight o'clock. Draco I need to talk to you about something."

"Okay, shoot." He said rubbing his tired eyes wearily.

"I heard about what you did to Harry on the train."

Draco stiffened. Great, he thought, I'm already doing something wrong.

"Why?" she interrogated before he could speak. He felt like cowering when he saw the hardness in her eyes for the third time since they had first met. He longed for the soft, dream-like eyes he had seen when they had kissed. "Why be cruel when I've seen such softness in you?" He immediately began to feel guilty when he heard the pain in her dreamy, furious voice.

"I guess I've forgotten how to be nice," he admitted bitterly, unsure as to why he was opening up to her. It was impossible not to though. "Never knew how . . ." he looked down ashamed and began collecting his parchments and books into his schoolbag.

"I can teach you . . ." she whispered in a dreamy whisper and for some unknown reason Draco found it extremely attractive.

With no sense of control he launched himself at her, showering her face and throat with thousands of kisses. When a sound like bells reached his years he moaned and raked his fingers through her beautiful moon dust hair. "I'll take that as a yes then?" she giggled.

Draco groaned in answer as he continued to pleasure her lips in the deserted library.

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The rest of the school year passed blissfully for Draco. He would spend hours on end with Luna in darkened corridors. Her voice affected him far more than when she had first spoke, it could send shivers through his spine make him forget everything terrible in the world and yet remind him of everything sad at the same time. She would talk about anything and nothing, quenching his thirst for her beautiful soprano voice in his ears. He would constantly find himself braiding strands of her smooth hair, thinking that it should be the core of a wand; it was so magical. And by the end of October he knew that he was in love with her. He had fallen so deep he knew he could never pull himself out even if he wanted to. Even if the Dark Lord forced him to. Draco would kill himself before ceasing to love his Luna. But this was a dangerous situation he was in he told himself constantly as he watched her in the Great Hall sitting with the Weasley girl, studying. It was dangerous because the moment she saw her innocent smile as she looked up at him he knew that she could break him as effortlessly as a toothpick. But it was he who would break her, and he knew it would happen, he just didn't know how to stop it.

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"Dammit!" Draco bellowed with anguish and frustration, throwing down his wand to the floor he kicked the Vanishing Cabinet with utter hatred. It was early April now and Draco's patience was wearing dangerously thin. The cursed necklace had failed as well as the poison that were meant to be delivered to Professor Dumbledore. But Voldemort's patience had worn thin by Christmas. Draco shuddered at the last letter that had been sent to him by Lord Voldemort under his mother's name:

Draco,

Surely you can do better than this.

It was so sickeningly encouraging that made him want to hurl. Constantly, every minute really, he imagined putting his arm on fire or taking a sharp knife to rip at the Dark Mark there, anything that would take it away from him. He did not want it. If he was going to die, he promised to himself, he would rather die without the cursed mark maiming him than anything else.

Once he watched from the Northern Astronomy tower as Luna and the Weasley girl walked onto the grounds arms around each other in perfect companionship. They were heading towards one of the tall trees that resided near the Black Lake. At the trunk of the tree Luna jumped high into the air and caught hold of a low hanging sturdy branch. After a moment she pulled herself up and began climbing steadily up the tree, with Weasley behind her. The soft breeze carried their thrilled laughter and Draco closed his eyes basking in the momentary fantasy that his life could be that easy.

"I envy you my Luna," he had whispered. I'm jealous of Potthead and the Weasley's. All of you live in such innocence that I may never experience again because of my cowardice to do something about it. Now I'm talking to myself. What has the world come to," he added as he unfolded the enchanted drawing of a dragon that Luna had drawn for him for Christmas. He would unfold this drawing every once and awhile and it was stained by tears of his desperation to once again become free.

That was really short huh? : ( well it was somewhat difficult to write but I hoped you liked it nonetheless. Please review and don't hesitate to point out if I'm making the characters steer to far left or right from their personalities it will be very appreciated don't worry about hurting my feelings!