"Draco! You didn't have to be so mean to Pansy." Luna and Draco watched as the pug faced Slytherin followed Professor Snape outside, "Now she'll be punished."

Draco couldn't believe it. Luna actually felt bad for her?

"Luna, she was making fun of you."

"I'm used to that!" She argued, shaking her blonde head, "Poor Pansy!"

Draco's eyes widened, "You can't seriously feel bad for her, Luna?"

But when her mouth dropped into a frown and she crossed her arms, he was completely gobsmacked to find that Luna Lovegood, did indeed feel bad for Pansy Parkinson. His eyes widened.

"Come on Luna! That's ridiculous."

"But did you see her face as she left?" Luna's eyes searched Draco's own pupils, "She was so heart broken!"

"Pansy…heartbroken?" Draco scoffed, "She was just pissed off that I came here with you instead of her. Believe me, she'll get over it."

Luna shuffled around a little, "And what did she mean when she said the past six months meant nothing Draco?"

Draco stiffened. How was he to handle this situation…delicately?

He bit his bottom lip and sighed.

"I was fooling around with her for a while," He said, and watched as Luna's face dropped, "But I ended it weeks ago! It seems she's still holding on to it though."

"Well no wonder she was heart broken," Luna licked her lips, "You were probably her first!"

Draco snorted, "Oh come on Luna."

She blinked up at Draco innocently, her big blue eyes confused.

"You can't seriously believe I was her first?"

Luna nodded slowly, uncomprehending. She had never done anything like that with a boy, so why would Pansy?

"Luna!" He laughed in disbelief, "Believe me when I tell you I wasn't Pansy Parkinson's first anything."

Luna was taken aback. He had to be joking, right? Why, Pansy was only a year older than herself, how many boys had she slept with already?

And then a thought struck Luna. She took a deep breath and looked up into Draco's dark silver pools.

"Was she your first?"

Draco's eyes widened at the question, but he didn't falter. He shook his head, one, "No."

Luna nodded, understanding.

She didn't know why - and she didn't want to know why, either - but the revelation had left her feeling rather…strange. Almost regretful?

That was absurd really!

"Come on Luna," Draco grabbed her hand, "Let's not spend the entire night having an awful time!"

Despite the odd feeling nestled inside her chest Luna giggled and smiled, "Well alright. I suppose I'll have to force myself to have a good time."

Draco returned her grin and with one tug, pulled them both onto the dance floor. He rested his hands on her waist, and kept them at a respectable distance.

Luna's skin burned at Draco's contact; even through her clothes.

Really, she was acting absolutely insane!

"You're wearing the pin," Luna noted with content as she saw the crest glint from the shimmering lights overhead.

"Well of course," Draco nodded, "We are friends after all."

"Yes, yes, friends."

Draco noticed the uncertain gleam in her eye and inwardly smirked. He had her eating out of the palm of his hand.

It was time to up his game.

"So, Luna you really do look lovely tonight." He bit his bottom lip, "Your second name suits you perfectly."

She blushed wildly, "Thank you, Draco. You look very dashing yourself."

Luna couldn't help the way her hands were shaking and attempted to calm herself down by smoothing out the hair at the nape of Draco's neck.

The moment she touched his skin however, he growled.

"Don't do that that."

Luna looked up, wide-eyed, "I'm sorry I just-"

"Do you realise the effect that has on me?" His molten eyes flashed, "I can't possibly react to those feelings in front of all these people."

Luna's heart bumped carelessly against her chest.

Was Draco Mafloy…flirting with her? She didn't know. She was quite certain she'd never been flirted with before.

But she smiled anyhow, attempting to appear calm.

"Alright. I'm sorry Draco."

He grinned rakishly, "Apology accepted."

"Do you ever miss your parents?" Luna asked, suddenly drawn to the memory of her father.

"No," Draco scoffed, "Well…at least not my father."

"Do you hate him, Draco?" She questioned, "You always sound so bitter whenever you speak of him."

He considered the question. Did he hate his father?

To be perfectly honest, he wasn't sure anymore.

The only feelings Lucius ever stirred within Draco were negative ones. Did that mean he despised him?

"I hate what he's become," He shrugged slowly, "What he tries to make me become."

Luna sighed, "You hate that he's a death eater."

The words struck an unfamiliar chord of genuine feeling in Draco. He looked down at Luna, at her big blue eyes and her pale almost translucent skin and nodded.

"Yes." He whispered, "I hate that he's a death eater."

"It's alright," Luna tilted her head to one side, "I hate that Daddy always tries to make me into my mother."

Draco raised a brow, "I always envied your relationship with your father."

"Oh he's lovely," She nodded, "But he misses Mama so badly. He always makes me wear all her old dresses, and sing all her favourite songs. It's like he's trying to relive a dead memory. And every time he does, he starts crying."

Draco blinked down at her.

"When we're kids, our parents are our superheroes," Luna explained, laughing softly, "They can do no wrong. But as we grow up, we realise just how imperfect they are. Worse than us, sometimes." Her blue eyes raked over Draco's face meaningfully, and he knew what she was suggesting.

Draco wasn't Lucius; he wasn't his father.

"You know for somebody who's so loony," Draco teased, smirking, "You have a lot of smart things to say."

Luna smiled, "If people would only listen."

"I'm listening."

"Yes," Luna's smiled widened, "You are."

And then, the song ended and another more upbeat tempo filled the Grand Hall. Luna claimed that she was parched, and Draco offered to get her something to drink.

As he reached the bar and began to fill two cups of juice, he was joined by Blaise.

"I saw that back there," Zabini grinned wickedly, "She's wrapped around your little finger isn't she."

Draco looked over at Luna who was now sat down on a plush leather cushioned seat on the outskirts of the dance floor, smiling happily at everyone who passed. When his eyes latched onto her, she looked his way and gave him a little almost secretive smile. Something banged against Draco's chest.

Was that…guilt? Again?

He shook the feeling away and turned to his sort of friend.

"I've still got three weeks Zabini," He rolled his eyes, "I'm not going to rush her into things either."

Blaise raised a brow, "I hope your not growing attached to her, Draco."

"Me?" He scoffed, "God first Pansy and now you. I'm not attached to anyone, Blaise. Certainly not Luna Lovegood."

His dark skinned friend smiled, "Good. Better keep it that way." He winked and then dispersed back into the crowd, no doubt looking for new prey to lurk upon.

Draco's eyes snapped back to Luna, who was now fiddling with the ends of her impossibly long hair.

He smiled, despite himself.

Luna Lovegood really was something else.

….

"Do I make myself clear Miss Parkinson?"

Pansy rolled her eyes. They were standing outside the Grand Hall; Professor Snape had agreed to allow her back inside if she promised to stop any more emotional outbursts, and if she attended a month of detention.

"Yes sir."

"Good," He smirked a little, "Enjoy the rest of the party, Pansy." He slid back inside, almost like a ghost and Pansy found herself staring after his form.

She didn't want to go back inside.

The thought of seeing Draco wrapped up in that bitch's arms was enough to make her blood boil.

But she wasn't just about to stand up here and take it lying down. No, Pansy Parkinson was a fighter.

She straightened out her black, lacy knee-length gown and applied a fresh coat of Ruby Red lipstick. Then, with one last finger brush through her hair, she entered the Grand Hall and prepared herself for the worst…

Nobody even looked her way.

She breathed out a sigh of relief, and weaved her way through the crowd, trying to find her friends.

Well, friends would be too kind a word to use.

More like cronies. When she spotted Blaise Zabini, Crabbe and Goyle, she joined them.

"Glad to see you've returned to the land of the living," Blaise quipped, "What did the Snape give you?"

"A month detention."

"You got off easy then."

"Well really, what do you expect from Professor Snape?" Pansy rolled her eyes, "He loves us Slytherins."

"That he does."

Pansy's eyes scanned the crowd for Draco and she frowned and narrowed her eyes into slits when she found him, standing across the room with none other than Loony Lovegood.

"God," She scoffed, "Why the hell is he with that nut job?" She looked back at Blaise who shrugged.

"Who knows?" But something flashed passed his dark eyes and Pansy raised a brow.

"What aren't you saying, Blaise?" She pressed, grabbing his arm.

"What do you mean?"

"You know something," She pointed at the unlikely couple, "About Draco and Lovegood. What is it?"

He shrugged again, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Pansy's eyebrows knitted into a deep frown, "Yes you do Blaise. Now tell me!"

He shook his head, "Nope." He raised his hand up and crossed his fore and middle finger, "Slytherins Oath."

"Fuck the Slytherin's Oath," Pansy tried to keep the volume of her screech down, "Tell me what's going on between them!"

Blaise raised both eyebrows.

This could be interesting. Her desperation could be used to an advantage…

"If I give you what you want," His eyes raked over her body slowly, "You give me what I want."

Pansy's dark eyes widened and she almost fell back in surprise, "Are you trying to get me to SLEEP with you, Zabini?"

"Sure," He shrugged slowly, "Why not? Like I said - you scratch my back, I'll scratch yours."

Pansy considered the offer for a moment.

She'd been with uglier men…much, much uglier. The thought made her shiver a little.

She supposed it wouldn't be all that. And she'd get the information she wanted.

Oh what the hell. You're only young once right?

"Fine," She nodded, "I'll do it."

Blaise smirked.

"But under one condition."

"Anything, my love."

Pansy reached into her bag and brought out a small bottle, "We do it drunk."

….

"You really did that?" Draco sputtered, watching as an enthralled Luna gave him a enactment of the time she was eight and thought she was a bird.

"Ravenclaws Oath," Luna smiled, "I umped off the roof of our house and all! Daddy almost had a heart attack!"

"I bet he did," Draco didn't think he had laughed so hard in a long time, "I can imagine you, so little, with your wild blonde hair, convincing yourself that you could fly!"

Luna's whole face lit up, "Sometimes I wish I could go back to that time. When the worst thing in the world that could happen would be a scraped knee."

Draco ran a hand through his hair and sighed.

"Yeah, me too."

The sudden sombre atmosphere caused Luna to wiggled around a little.

"Sorry," She whispered, "I didn't mean to kill the mood."

"No it's okay," Draco smirked, "Besides, I didn't know there was a mood to kill?" He waggled his light eyebrows and Luna blushed.

"Oh you know that's not what I meant!" She took another sip from the orange juice Draco had poured her and giggled, "Look at Neville."

Draco turned his gaze on the awkward, gangly Gryffindor, who was currently trying to slow dance with Hannah Abbott. For some strange reason Draco did not understand, he hated the thought of Luna looking at any man except him. He didn't try to explain the jealousy, and instead grabbed Luna's hand and pulled her back onto the dance floor.

"Let's show them how it's done," He whispered against her ear, and Luna shivered.

This time Draco pulled her much, much closer until they were chest to chest. Draco's cheek rested on the top of Luna's head, and she blushed.

Aside from the time Draco had kissed her underneath the mistletoe, Luna hadn't been this close to a boy before.

"Do I make you nervous, Luna?"

She nodded slowly, "Yes. Very nervous."

"Why?" He breathed, hot air fanning across her neck.

"Y-you're so handsome," She stammered, "And…and you make me feel all weird inside."

Draco chuckled lowly and pulled away from her a little, staring down into a bright blue orbs.

"You're something else, Luna Lovegood," He smiled, "And that's certainly not a bad thing."

Luna tried to grin but found that she was too confused to do so. Her mouth had no idea what way to go, so instead she nodded.

"Thank you."

"Mmmm," He pulled her back in and brushed a ghost of a kiss against her forehead, "I like having you this close to me."

Luna's heart flipped over, "I like being this close to you, too."

"Good. Don't ever move again."

She giggled at his words, and a hot blush seemed to permanently stain her cheeks.

"Draco," She whispered, "I think everybody's staring again."

He shrugged, "Let them stare. They'll all know what a beautiful friend I have."

Luna was speechless. Nobody had ever spoken to her, or about her, like this before.

She didn't know what she was required to say, or to do.

So she did nothing at all and simply swayed unsteadily in his arms until the song ended and they twirled off of the dance floor.

As Draco slipped away to grab them another drink, Luna sat down shakily, watching Draco's retreating back.

And it was then she decided…she definitely fancied him.

Oh god!

Luna Lovegood fancied Draco Malfoy!

Maybe she really was insane.

….

Pansy and Blaise ripped each others clothes off drunkenly and furiously.

They were standing in Blaise's room having escaped the ball.

Pansy grunted, as he shoved her against the wall roughly, and she wrapped her legs around him.

She remembered foggily, how Draco had done this to her against the wall of the alcove outside the library quite recently.

"This," She said, pointing at his shirt, "Needs to come off, now."

The alcohol had infused her with a passion for the dark skinned Blaise, and now all she wanted was to feel his big hands all over her body.

She did, however, remember the reason why she was doing this in the first place.

As Blaise carried her to his bed and laid her down, she asked, "Why is Draco so interested in Lovegood?"

"A bet," He murmured as he bent down to hover over her and placed featherlight kisses across her neck, "Me and Malfoy made a bet."

Pansy felt his excitement against her thigh and groaned, "A bet? What kind of bet?" She panted, forcing herself to think clearly through the haze in her mind.

"Virginity." He pulled Pansy's lacy dress passed her thighs, "Malfoy to take Lovegood's virginity."

Pansy fumbled around as she pulled Blaise's trousers down, "Malfoy is going to try and take her virginity?"

He nodded against her thigh as he kissed his way up. She shivered when he used his teeth to lower her bright yellow knickers.

"It was my idea," He lifted himself and pressed his mouth to hers, "Wanted Malfoy to prove his manhood."

And then, Blaise slid himself into Pansy, and both teenagers lost all coherent thought for a moment.

"And he said yes?" Pansy breathed, as Blaise began to rock against her.

He tilted his head forward and buried his face into the crook of her neck, "Yes. He said yes."

"Oh," She murmured biting her bottom lip, "It all ah- makes sense now!"

"Now shut up," Blaise breathed against her skin, "And fuck me."

And really, what else was Pansy meant to do but follow his orders?

….

A/N: THANK YOU FOR ALL YOUR REVIEWS AND ALL YOUR FEEDBACK GUYS! I love every one of you :) This is my first Harry Potter fanfic, and my first Luna Draco story so I hope you guys are loving it! Anyway, naughty Pansy right? Let me know what y'all think! I LOVE to read your wonderful reviews! Peace out! :D