Draco was sitting in Advance Potions, the new teacher, Professor Slughorn, was late, again. The students too advantage of the moment, and the class, once neat and orderly, was now in complete dis array. Everyone was loud, as if the person right next to them wouldn't hear them unless they screamed. Girls were huddled together, pointing at chosen boy Potter, the guys making loud obnoxious sounds to win their attention. It didn't work. The noise was driving him crazy. He had barely gotten any sleep during the night and if he did it was nightmares. A silencing charm was put around his bed each night. Malfoys don't have nightmares. His mother at taught him the charm before school started, predicting it would be helpful. And than Merlin she had. Each night was getting worse. He tossed and turned and groaned in his sleep. The Dark Lords laugh of merciless plagued his mind. He rubbed the palms of his hands against his eyes, trying to bloc his face, his laugh, the look of pure pleasure from his fathers tortured screams.

"Hello."

Draco jumped in his chair, having not heard it moved. He was surprised to see Luna there; her butterbeer necklace was on and her hair in a sloppy braid, she stared up at him her eyes wide like a wondering child.

"Luna!"

"Draco!" She mimicked while stile keeping a calm in her voice. He was about to reply when Hermione Grangers Shhing interrupted him. He huffed in annoyance and turned to glare at her. She had been doing that all during class. At first he was satisfied with her irradiation of not having something her way, but after five minutes of her spit flying everywhere, he just wanted she to shut up.

"Hermione must love to beat box,: Luna said, bringing his attention back to her. Beat BOx? Wasn't that some muggles activity? His eyes brightened at the prospect of having black mail against her and quickly asked why Luna thought so, the full story, that way he had more details to rub in her face in the future.

"Her shhing." Luna said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"She's trying to beat box, a poor attempt, but an attempt all the same."

Draco immediately deflated. Kindly, something he usually did not do, explained to Luna that Hermione was actually trying to get people to be quiet. Her eyes, if possible, widened in confusion.

"Well that makes no sense. She's the one making the noise. If she wanted quiet then she wouldn't be doing it. The way you tell people to be quiet is this," and she closed her mouth and put her index finger to her mouth so it was pointing up, and shook her head back and forth.

"When I shake my head I say no. When I put my finger to my lips it says one. And because its at my mouth it means talking. No one talking." She explained it slowly, not in a patronizing way, but in a way she looking like she thought he truly didn't understand the concept and needed help. He was about to reply when Slughorn, Fifteen minutes late, finally came in. The professor laughed merrily and apologized for his tardiness. He called roll and at every last name he recognized, he'd stop and chat about how that persons relative and hinted with not so subtly, to mention his name. Draco was disgusted at the mans behavior, but didn't make comment, he needed to befriend this slughorn character, he couldn't deny he had connections.

"Lovegood, Luna."

"Here," she replied dazily. Slughorn once more stopped and looked up from his list, with a smile.

"Yes, our only fifth year student here. Not surprising it's you . Your mother was quite the experimenter, potions included. Always stealing in my personal storage, could never get mad though, she always repaid me with her new is she these days?"

"She's no longer alive in this world. She passed on when I was young, working on one of her expirements."

Draco stared at her, mouth gaped open in shock. How did she state it so calmly? It could have been the weather she was talking about in that voice. Slughorn shifted uncomfortable at Luna's dazed stare. Clearing his throat awkwardly, hew went back to his roll.

Thee class went on by fast and Draco didn't get the chance to talk to Luna again. He found himself disappointed when he looked up and she was gone, already to her next class. But why was he disappointed? Why was he so eager to see her again? How did he get these strange feelings for the young girl? He wondered this throughout the rest of the day. What made this strange girl hold his complete attention? And why did he not mind?