Pansy Parkinson was a woman on a mission.

She had spent the whole morning scouring out the Hogwarts looking for one loony Ravenclaw.

It had taken Pansy less than a week to realise that the thought of sharing her Drakey with anyone, even if it was for a bet, was too painful.

And Pansy wasn't daft, either. She had seen the way her Drakey had looked at Luna; the way he hung onto her every word.

Pansy would be a fool to think that Malfoy's hard shell wasn't beginning to crack under Lovegood's purity.

Pansy knew that Draco was falling for Luna. That she was beginning to worm her way into his heart like Pansy herself never had.

And that killed her inside. It ripped her heart into shreds.

After all these years of pining after Draco's heart, and of trying to make him fall in love with her, that stupid little bitch did it in WEEKS?

It was a bloody outrage!

Pansy knew that if Draco ever found out about what she was going to do, he would be fuming. But she was willing to take that chance.

She was going to make sure that Draco never touched Luna Lovegood again. Only Pansy got to be held by Malfoy. Not some stupid, moronic Ravenclaw who believed in wrackspurts and nargles.

Pansy was so deep in thought that she almost missed it; Luna Lovegood sitting on the bottom of a stone staircase all by herself, reading some book about mythical creatures Pansy was sure didn't exist.

Smirking evilly, Pansy approached the blonde with an almost sinister glint in her dark eyes.

"Lovegood."

Luna's head popped up, her signature dreamy smile painted onto her lips.

"Oh, hello Pansy." She nodded her head in greeting, "What brings you here?"

Pansy crossed her arms and quirked a perfectly plucked brow, "I was looking for you, actually."

"You were?" Luna set the book she had been reading to one side, "That's wonderful."

"Mmm." The Slytherin forced herself not to roll her eyes.

Luna stared up at her, her big blue eyes glassy and unblinking.

"I've realised that recently you and Draco have become friends," Pansy began slowly, "One would say more than friends, actually."

Luna said nothing. She watched as Pansy's dark eyes narrowed into slits.

"I want you to stay away from him." Pansy's tone dropped dramatically, "He is mine, Lovegood."

Luna's eyebrows bunched up into a frown, "But Draco told me you were just friends."

"Oh he did, did he?" Pansy laughed throatily, "Did he forget to mention that we've been having sex for the past six months?"

Luna nodded slowly, "He told me you had been fooling around but he ended it a while ago."

"He would say that," Pansy scoffed, "Come on Lovegood…don't be so naive. Like somebody of Draco's calibre would ever be attracted to you."

Luna's heart dropped at Pansy's words, "Why are you being so awful?"

"Because he's mine," Her voice dripped with venom, "He has always been mine, and he will always be mine. And I will not have a pathetic Ravenclaw get in the way of that."

"I haven't done anything to deserve this." Luna's voice shook, "You aren't being fair."

"Fair? FAIR? You know what's not fair," Pansy hissed, lowering her face so that it was level to Luna's, "The fact that I am in love with Draco, and all he can do is fall over his own stupid feet for a fucking Ravenclaw."

Luna was taken aback by Pansy's words. She cleared her throat uncertainly, watching as the brunette's eyes flickered hotly.

"I'm sorry you feel that way," She whispered quietly, "But you do not get to decide whether or not I spend my time with Draco."

Pansy rolled her eyes, "Are you really that dense, Lovegood?"

Luna blinked.

"What do you mean?"

"God. Can't you tell that Draco just wants to have the satisfaction of saying he fucked a Ravenclaw?"

"That's not true." Luna felt tears prick the sides of her eyes. She tried to keep calm; Pansy was just jealous.

"Oh come on," Pansy sneered, shaking her head, "Did you really think Draco Malfoy was falling for you?"

Luna was speechless.

"Are you quite done?" A cold voice ripped through the air, and Pansy whipped around to be greeted by a very pissed off Draco Malfoy.

"Draco I-"

"Save it." He growled his entire body radiating anger, "Luna, come."

Uncertainty filled Luna's watery blue eyes as she stood and walked over slowly towards Draco. He wrapped her tiny palm in his much larger one and turned on Pansy, his eyes dark and volatile.

"If you ever talk to Luna that way," He began, his voice cold, "I will kill you."

Pansy couldn't say a word. She watched hopelessly as Draco tugged a very confused Luna Lovegood away.

Sliding down the stone wall, she closed her eyes and sighed deeply.

When a tear slid down her cheek, Pansy didn't attempt to wipe it away.

She'd never been one to cry, but this occasion certainly called for tears.

Pansy Parkinson had just lost the love her of life to Loony Lovegood.

Something in the universe, was just not quite right.

….

They were standing in the middle of Draco's dormitory.

Luna hadn't looked up at Malfoy, not once since he had pulled her away from Pansy's intoxicating glare.

Were the Slytherin's words true?

Did Draco care about her, or was he just playing some sick and twisted game?

Luna wasn't sure.

And she didn't know if she was willing to find out, either.

"Luna."

Draco's voice shook Luna from her thoughts and she looked up into his stormy grey eyes.

"Luna please," He whispered, "You know what she was saying was a lie."

Draco's heart hammered against his chest. Why? Why did he care so much?

So what if Luna Lovegood walked away from him. Their relationship meant nothing to him anyway.

She would leave, Draco would lose the bet, and normality would be restored.

Right?

Luna bit her bottom lip slowly, anxiously, "I don't know what to think anymore."

Draco took a step towards her and she backed away from him almost nervously.

Shit. Shit, shit, shit.

He felt like screaming. He felt like ripping out Pansy Parkinson's throat and crushing it under his heel.

Fuck.

"Luna, please."

"She's right Draco. We're from two different worlds," Luna's eyes brimmed with tears, "This would never work."

"I like you Luna," Draco spoke firmly, "That should be enough."

Luna's heart flipped. She wanted to believe him so badly. She wanted to lean up and kiss him, to let him wash away all her worries and doubts.

She was insane…she wanted to trust Draco Malfoy!

It was absurd, really.

"I like you too."

"So what's the problem?" He stepped towards her again and this time she didn't move away.

"Pansy."

"Fuck Pansy," He growled, grabbing both of Luna's hands and tugging her into his chest.

Luna melted when she felt his hands grip her cheeks gently, and her eyes fluttered shut in anticipation for what was going to happen next.

With a featherlight touch that took Luna's breath away, Draco peppered kisses all over her face; the corner of her mouth, her cheeks, her eyelids, and finally her lips.

Luna's heart thundered wildly against her ribs.

"I want you to stop doubting this," Draco muttered against her skin as he began to trail kisses down her chin and across her collarbone, "I want you, Luna. Not Pansy, not anyone else. You."

His words sent a tremor of excitement shooting through Luna.

He wanted her. Out of all the gorgeous girls that pined after him, out of all the beautiful women that filled this school, the Slytherin sex god wanted her.

She couldn't believe it.

He continued to kiss her neck, and Luna gasped when she felt his tongue dart out and wet her already hot skin. A pool of warmth settled in her stomach, and a flash of something indescribable passed through her.

Draco smiled as he felt her shiver against his touch.

It was time, he knew.

She was vulnerable, like putty in his hands. And though somewhere far off in the deep crevice of his almost black heart, he could hear something telling him to stop, Draco continued his actions. His hands went to the small of Luna's back, lifting her shirt and running circles along the skin there lightly.

She shuddered and lifted her gaze to meet his.

"I've never…" Her voice trailed off, "You know."

"Mmm." Draco nodded, once, "I'll go slow. Promise."

He couldn't believe it. Couldn't believe that Luna was allowing him to do this so freely.

He realised in that one, blissful moment that he was going to win the bet.

But he realised another thing, too.

Against all odd, and reason, Luna Lovegood trusted him. And he was about to destroy her.

For a moment, Draco considered walking away. But when she tugged at the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head, he knew he had to go through with it.

"Bed," He growled against her skin, "Now."

Luna nodded feverishly, allowing Draco to steer her towards his bed and giggling when they both fell back.

"Ouch," She whispered, eyes wide, as Draco's lips claimed hers again.

Draco tried not to think about how good it felt to have her body melted against his.

Or the fact that she smelt of lemons and peppermint.

Or the way her rosebud mouth was split up into a smile as he kissed her.

When Draco began to lift her own shirt, Luna's cheeks flamed up. She had never been like this with any boy before.

"Don't worry," Draco murmured against her lips, "Trust me."

And Luna nodded, knowing that against everything she'd ever been told about him, she trusted Draco Malfoy.

….

"YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!"

Ginny Weasley pushed Blaise against a stone wall, pointing her wand at him furiously.

"Look Ginny I-"

"Don't even fucking try," She spat, glaring at him, "She's my friend, Blaise! How could you!"

"I didn't think Lovegood would actually fall for him!"

"She's never been paid attention to by boys," Ginny rolled her eyes angrily, "Of course she would fall for it!"

"I'm sorry."

"You will be." Her eyes flashed with fury, "I can't believe you would do this, Blaise."

"it was all just a bit of fun."

"Yes, yes," Reluctantly, Ginny lowered her wand, "At Luna's expense." She narrowed her eyes into slits, "He better not have touched her!"

Ginny Weasley couldn't remember a time that she was angrier than she felt at this very moment.

She was livid.

After cornering Blaise once more, and practically forcing the truth out of him, Ginny couldn't believe what she had been told.

That her friend, Luna Lovegood, was being taken advantage of.

That, just as she had suspected, Draco didn't give a flying fuck about Luna, and only wanted her to be another trophy.

Ginny felt sick.

"You're just as bad as him." She shook her head, "As all of them."

"Ginny-"

"Save it." She held a hand up, not wanting to hear anymore, "I'm done." Her eyes met his sadly, "We're, done, Blaise."

She picked up the wand she had so precariously thrown to the ground, and turned away from her now former friend.

He called after her, but Ginny ignored him. She couldn't look at his face anymore, without seeing Draco's evil smirk, or his stormy grey eyes.

Pushing aside her anger at Blaise, Ginny took a deep breath and tried to focus on the task at hand.

Realising how important it was, Ginny made up her mind quickly.

She had to find Luna,soon, before it was too late.

….

Luna Lovegood found that being naked, was not as awkward as she would have imagined.

Draco was hovering over her, showering her body with attention and touching her in places she would have never thought imaginable.

"Luna," He murmured against her hot skin, "Are you ready?" He pulled back a little, his indecipherable grey eyes locking onto her own powdery blue orbs.

"Yes." She hummed, smiling as she felt his hands lock behind her back.

"If it hurts," He whispered, "Tell me to stop."

She nodded, once, and braced herself for the pain she knew was going to come.

As Draco thrusted into her, Luna bit down the cry that was settling at the back of her throat. He paused a moment, pressing his forehead against hers.

"Open your eyes," He commanded gently.

She did as she was told and was taken aback by the dark pupils that now stared her down.

He feathered kisses across her mouth, his eyes never once straying from her own.

Luna felt a gasp catch at the back of her throat.

He was intoxicating.

"Move," She whispered against his lips. "You can move now."

He nodded, rocking his hips gently against her own. Luna's head leaned back against the headboard for a moment, and she felt Draco kiss the base of her neck.

She shivered.

His touch was so gentle, so careful.

She never thought anybody would ever treat her like this; almost as though she were made of glass.

"Are you okay?"

Luna stared up into his silver eyes and nodded slowly, "Yes."

"Good."

Draco's hips began to thrust a little faster, and Luna found the discomfort began to fade.

His head lolled against her neck, and she felt his breath fan against her collarbone.

And then, Luna began to feel an indescribable feeling come over. She was hot all over, and waves of pleasure began to roll across her slick body.

She felt her entire being tense up for a moment, until something washed over her again, and again.

She cried out weakly and felt Draco follow suit shortly after.

For a moment, both were completely still. And then, Draco rolled off of her, and pulled Luna against his chest, wrapping his arms around her.

"Sleep." He whispered, covering them both with his blankets, "Sleep, my love."

Luna buried her face into his smooth chest and smiled, content falling asleep not a moment later.

Draco didn't know why he was still with her.

Why it felt so good to have her in his arms.

Why he hadn't walked away after he had taken what he wanted from her.

And above all, why he was so worried about hurting her he had spent the entire time treating her like porcelain.

He sighed heavily.

Something was definitely wrong with him. And he wasn't sure if he was ready to find out what.

….