That night, Draco went back to the seventh floor. He told himself it was because he wanted to be left alone, but truthfully, he knew it was because he wanted to be found. It was completely dark, he didn't dare bring a candle, and lumos was to bright and he didn't want Filtch to catch him or that ruddy cat of his. No, he only planned on one person finding him.

He had these castle trails memorized like the back of his hand, and unlike the way senor Malfoy never looked down at his hands, finding it a sign of nervousness, Draco found himself doing it quite frequently this year. Pausing before he turned into the final curve, he listened closely. The wind blew, but softly like a lullaby reminding him of a muggle song. Rock a bye baby, something that soothed children to sleep. It was the winds reassurance for him to come out, no ones here. His wand gripped in a tight hold, he turned. The wind had been lying. Someone was here.

Luckily, it was someone he was willing to see. He sighed with relief, and his shoulders relaxed from the stiffness they had been in the whole day. Luna was sitting on the window panel, both her legs were drawn beneath her. The window was slightly opened and the wind played with her hair. She didn't turn when he cleared his throat, only showing she heard him with the smile that began to grace her lips. He took that as a good sign and went to stand beside her. Awkwardly shifting feet ever so often, he cleared his throat again.

"Are you okay Draco? That sounds like a nasty cough you have there. I never heard of the Nargles bringing sickness before. I'll have to ask Daddy in my next letter. But that might be a while. You should go to Madam Pomfrey if you're not feeling so well. Writing Daddy and getting an antidote will take longer then going to the hospital wing. But if you do wait for an antidote you will be more healed then what Madam Pomfrey can do. She'll think you have a cold and give you something that can only help briefly. She doesn't that it's Nargles and they actually like that medicine she uses. It's like a bears hibernation. It may knock them out a while, but they do get up again, stronger and more restful then before." She turned to him finally. He didn't realize she was waiting for a response, does he want to go to the hospital wing or wait for her fathers antidote.

"I'm fine," he said indignantly, a bit insulted. "I don't need Madam Pomfery or your fathers creation of poisonous antidote."

"Now I really do know it's Nargles. They cause confusion and mess with your emotions. That's why you're acting like a prat now. But don't worry, I'll get my father to owl the antidote and it will get you fixed up in no time." Smiling she skipped away, her eyes unfocused and for a second Draco worried if she would trip down the stairs.

But she continued on skipping down the stairs. It surprised Draco. How is she skipping! Shouldn't she be falling on her face? But when he looked more carefully and his own eyes widened significantly. The Hogwarts stairs had shifted to accommodate her steps, flattening so they were still stairs, but so one step to another wasn't so steep.

He had never seen this down before he mused on his way back to his common room. But then he with a a sharp sense of recognition, he stopped. Maybe he had seen this done before. Every night when he goes to the seventh floor they shift for him. He just never saw it because it was dark. Draco was amazed by his stupidity. All this time he had thought himself extremely luck to not have tripped, or get tired of walking up and down the stairs. But in fact Hogwarts had helped didn't know whether he liked this or not. Hogwarts, the place he found his stage, a place he continually had to act so the other slytherin pureboods would would report well to his father. A place that contained his enemies and himself in the same area. Should he be grateful and except Hogwarts wasn't a hell hole, or keep resenting it.

The voice of his father whispered in his ear, "resent it." But right after the voice of the strange girl Luna also came to his mind. "Except". And for once, Draco listened to the voice that wasn't his father.

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