"Luna."

A cold voice shook Luna from her sleep. She blinked, once, opening her eyes slowly and being greeted by thick darkness.

Draco Malfoy hovered over her.

"Draco," She sat up, "What's wrong?"

"Get up." He was dressed in his school robes, a deep frown covering his features.

"Has something happened?" Luna scrambled out from beneath the covers, reaching for her robes and pulling them over her naked body. She blushed when she caught Draco's eyes on her chest.

"No." He answered, moving his gaze away from her eyes, "But it's almost time to go eat breakfast."

"Oh."

Luna nodded slowly, trying to ignore the way her heart hammered against her chest, painfully.

Why was Draco acting so cold and detached? Hadn't they just made love only last night?

Shouldn't the morning after be filled with light kisses and tender touches?

Luna blinked back the tears brimming on the corners of her eyes and breathed in deeply.

"Draco did I do something wrong?" She caught his arm and forced him to level her gaze.

For a moment, a softness glittered across his molten eyes. But that soon steeled over.

"Make no mistake Luna," His voice was quiet, but still held that signature Draco growl, "I may have fucked you last night, but that's all it was. A fuck. Do not mistake us for anything more."

Luna's heart dropped.

What?

She couldn't say a single word. She could barely breath. Her entire chest constricted tightly.

He couldn't mean it! He had to be joking.

No, no, no. Luna refused to believe it.

She had given him everything; her purity, her innocence…her virginity for christ's sake!

"Draco-"

He held a hand up to stop her from speaking, "Please. Don't make it harder for yourself, Lovegood." He tugged himself away from her pale hands, "I'll see you in the Grand Hall."

He swept away from her without a single word, and Luna swore she felt her entire world crash around her.

How could this have happened?

How could she have so stupidly trusted Draco?

How, how how? It made no sense.

He had been so gentle with her last night; so tender and loving. How could he take it all back now?

In the cold light of day, Draco Malfoy was just as heartless as everybody kept telling her.

Luna couldn't believe she had been so dumb. She felt the tears slide down her cheeks, but made no move to wipe them away.

She didn't want to pretend that her heart wasn't breaking.

Sluggishly, Luna moved through the hallways, tears dripping down her nose and plopping onto the stone floor below her.

People whispered as she passed by; people stared and commented on her disheveled appearance.

"I heard that Malfoy fucked her last night," One girl sneered. Luna squeezed her eyes shut and willed them all to disappear.

"LUNA!" Ginny Weasley was running towards her, her red hair flailing around her like a cape, "Oh my god Luna!"

Ginny's arms immediately came to wrap around the frail blonde's body, holding her to her chest almost like a mother.

"He lied to me," Luna sobbed into her friend's skin, "He lied, Ginny."

"I know." Ginny's hands stroked Luna's hair, "I'm so sorry Luna."

Luna allowed Ginny to hold her, to treat her like porcelain just as Draco had last night.

"I should have listened to you," She pulled away from Ginny's embrace, "I shouldn't have become his friend! I should have known."

"Luna how could you have known?" Ginny shook her head firmly, "I've always loved the fact that you have an innate ability to trust Luna, to see past people's flaws and look for the good in them." She ran a hand through her friend's silky blonde hair, "Don't let Draco Malfoy ruin that for you."

"We had sex, Ginny." Luna whispered, her eyes falling away from Ginny's gaze, "I can't believe I could be so stupid!"

"We all make mistakes Luna."

"None as bad as mine," She whispered hopelessly.

Ginny stared down at her friend with an aching sadness inside her.

Draco Malfoy was going to regret the day he fucked over her best friend.

Ginny was going to make sure of that.

….

"So you fucked her?" Blaise smirked as Draco sat down beside him slowly.

"Yes." He nodded curtly and tried not to think about the way Luna had stared up at him so hopelessly this morning.

Why was she having this effect on him?

He had shagged so many other girls, he had done the same to all of them.

But somewhere in the back of his mind, a voice told him that last night hadn't just been a shag. It had been much, much more.

It had been tender and intimate, and something Draco knew he'd never shared with anyone else.

God. He was being a pussy.

He shook his head and turned to Blaise, plastering on a cocky smirk.

"My prize, please?"

The dark haired Slytherin sighed and nodded in defeat, "Guess you deserve it." He slipped the ring off his finger and passed it on to Draco reluctantly.

Normally, Draco would gloat in his victory.

But he didn't. Instead he picked up the emblem, slid it onto his own digit and turned back to the plate of food in front of him.

"Draco." Blaise had a dark brow quirked, "Is something wrong?"

"No."

"Come on. Why aren't you showing off?"

"What's there to show off about?" He shrugged, "I knew I could get Luna to sleep with me."

Blaise wasn't convinced, "Really Draco, what's wrong?"

"Nothing." His voice was cold, his grey eyes almost black, "Drop it, Zabini."

An uncomfortable silence settled between them.

Draco almost felt bad for snapping at Blaise when really all he was trying to do was help.

But goddamn it, his words had made Draco think of Luna all over again.

He winced as he remembered the way she had blinked up at him, her big blue eyes glazed over with tears.

What was happening to him?

He was becoming weak, pathetic. A mere shadow of the once proud Slytherin.

For Christ's sake, he'd slept with thousands of girls before her, why did Luna Lovegood feel so different?

He banged his fist down on the table.

No. He was not going to allow himself to become crippled by Luna's kindness.

He was Draco Malfoy for Merlin's sake. He looked up caught gazes with Pansy Parkinson.

"Pansy." He shouted over the din, "Come here."

She seemed confused for a moment, her dark brows knitting together to form a frown.

Was he really calling her over?

But when Draco kept staring at her, his grey eyes cutting through her like glass, she knew he wanted her to sit beside him.

"Coming!" She shrieked, pure excitement coursing through her veins hotly.

"Sit." He commanded, when she stood beside him. She did as she was told, sliding in beside Draco and almost falling over in surprise when she felt his hand inch their way up her knee slowly.

"Don't move." He whispered, placing his hand on her inner thigh and squeezing the skin there lightly.

Pansy squirmed and bit back a moan. She didn't know why Draco was acting like this, but she didn't care.

She was going to take anything he gave her.

"Let's go." He muttered abruptly, standing up and pulling her with him, "Quickly."

They made their way towards the Grand Hall entrance, Pansy's stomach bouncing around excitedly, until Luna Lovegood and Ginny Weasley crossed their path.

Draco stood, frozen for a moment, his eyes connecting with Luna's.

Pansy saw the way he stared at her. She recognised the longing in his dark grey eyes.

And in that terrifying moment, Pansy realised that against all reason, Draco wanted Luna.

She whimpered and shook her head.

No, no, no. This wasn't the way things were supposed to work out!

Furious that Luna had stolen his heart, Pansy tugged Draco's hand roughly and pulled him out into the corridor.

She led him towards a dark alcove and pushed him up against a wall, wanting desperately to rid his mind of any Luna related thoughts.

She wanted him to think of her, and only her.

….

"Are you okay, Luna?"

Ginny looked down at her friend in concern.

"I will be." The blonde haired Ravenclaw shrugged, "Hopefully."

She screwed her eyes shut for a moment and tried to forget the fact that Draco had been leaving with Pansy Parkinson.

She knew what they were going to get up to.

God. The thought made her feel sick.

How could she have allowed Draco to touch her?

She felt like throwing something, or punching a wall.

Anything to stop memories from last night flooding her mind.

"Come, let's sit with the others." Ginny led Luna over to the Gryffindor table and placed her in between herself and Harry.

"Hey Luna," Hermione greeted from across the table, "I haven't seen you in a while."

Luna nodded slowly, "I've been busy."

Hermione noticed the dangerous glint in Luna's eyes, and the way her jaw kept trembling. She reached out a hand and enveloped Luna's palm with her own.

"Luna…are you okay?"

Luna bit her bottom lip to stop her from crying anymore and nodded.

An eerie silence had settled across the group of friends, and Luna hated that she had been the one to cause it.

"Luna," Harry spoke up, "Come on, we're your friends. You can talk to us, really."

Could she? Luna stared at Harry Potter and felt something tug at her heart.

"It's Draco," She whispered, her voice barely audible.

"Malfoy?" Ron sputtered, immediately being shut up by Hermione's elbow in the gut, "Sorry."

"Yes, Malfoy." Luna wiped at the tears now running freely down her cheeks, "He broke my heart."

"Oh." Hermione's brown eyes widened, "Oh my god Luna, I'm so sorry."

Nobody knew what to say. Luna suspected they hadn't known about her relationship with Draco.

How could they, after all?

Apart from to Ginny, Luna barely spoke any of her secrets aloud.

She shrugged slowly, "I suppose it's my own fault for trusting him in the first place."

"It's okay, Luna." Harry reached across the table, "We're here for you."

"Yeah." Ron grinned, albeit uncomfortably, "We are."

"Thank you." Their words were supposed to comfort her, but Luna still felt cold all over.

She wanted Draco's lingering touch so badly, and knew that she would probably never feel it again.

The thought exposed a fresh batch of tears.

"I need to uhm…be alone for a little while."

Luna stood up roughly, wanting to get as far away from their pitying stares and sympathetic smiles as possible.

She ignored Ginny's cries as she made her way out into the corridors briskly, ignoring the gust of bitter wind that greeted her. She walked down the hallway, fiddling with the ends of her hair and wiping at her cheeks every so often.

Would things ever get easier?

"Oh Draco!"

Her heart froze over.

"God," Luna would recognise that voice anywhere. Pansy Parkinson.

"Draco!"

"Shut the fuck up," Malfoy's voice growled, "Somebody will hear you Parkinson."

The slapping of skin could next be heard and Luna felt sick to her very core.

She followed the sounds despite herself and traced their hiding place to behind a thick velvet curtain.

Summoning up all the Gryffindor courage Luna never knew she had, she ripped the curtains apart and exposed a very compromising Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson.

"Luna," Draco's voice faltered as he let go of Pansy.

"I hate you," The words stung on the tip of Luna's tongue. "I hate you, Draco Malfoy. Never speak to me again."

She glared at the Slytherin prince harshly.

Draco could say nothing, he watched as Luna whipped away from him abruptly and stomped off.

He knew she had every reason to be mad.

And he knew that it was absurd to get upset over the fact that he had used the word 'hate' on him.

A word Luna had always proclaimed she would never succumb to.

Draco had no reason to apologise to Luna.

It wasn't his fault she had fallen for his charm.

But somewhere deep inside his darkness, Draco knew that Luna didn't deserve this.

And that maybe, just maybe, he wanted to apologise to her and make everything right again.

Oh god.

….

Blaise knew that something was wrong with Draco.

He had won the bet goddamn it, why wasn't he gloating?

"BLAISE!" Ginny Weasley stormed up to him, her eyes narrowed into slits.

"Ginny I-"

"Save it." She held her hand up angrily, "You'd better tell Malfoy that the next time I see him, I will be challenging him to a duel."

Blaise's dark eyes widened.

"What?"

"He slept with my best friend and then left her out to dry the next morning," Ginny shrieked, "He will pay for his mistakes."

"Luna could have said no!"

"No she couldn't have you prick," Ginny scoffed, rolling her eyes, "She's clearly fallen in love with him!"

Blaise froze. In love?

Luna was in love with Draco?

"Are you…sure?"

"Of course I'm bloody sure," She seethed, "Why else would she let Draco take her virginity?"

"I…I don't know." He answered weakly.

"Blaise you're an idiot." Ginny scoffed, "And I suppose Draco has spent all morning showing off about his win?"

"No actually, quite the opposite."

She quirked a brow, "Really?"

"He's been strangely…silent about the whole thing."

"He's probably waiting for the right moment," Ginny felt her anger boil hotly.

"I don't know, Ginny." Blaise answered honestly, shrugging slowly, "Something's wrong with him…maybe he feels guilty?"

"Guilty? Draco Malfoy? Ha! That's a laugh," Ginny snorted, shaking her head.

"You never know," He pressed, "Maybe Draco fell for her, too."

"Impossible. If he had, he would have never left her alone this morning," Ginny refused to believe Draco was capable of feeling anything remotely human towards her friend.

"He wouldn't know it if he liked her, Ginny." It was Blaise's turn to roll his eyes, "He's never fallen for a girl before."

"And Luna Lovegood is no different."

Draco's cold voice interrupted their conversation.

"DRACO!" Ginny spat, whipping out her wand, "I CHALLENGE YOU-"

"Save it." He walked by her briskly, "You know I'll thrash you in a heartbeat, Weaslette."

Ginny felt her cheeks flame, "Malfoy! I should hex you to the moon and back!"

"You should, perhaps. But you won't." His cool attitude only further stroked Ginny's fury.

"You're an asshole!" She screamed, not caring that the entire Grand Hall had fallen silent to listen to them.

"Maybe." He nodded, "But I really couldn't give a damn what you think about me."

"You broke Luna's heart," Ginny's voice dropped to a whisper, "I will make sure you pay."

"If she didn't want to risk the heartache," Draco sneered, "She shouldn't have thrown herself at me."

He turned away from them and stalked off, ignoring the way his heart was beating roughly against his chest.

He steeled himself against the judgemental stares and whispers.

Luna Lovegood was nothing more than another notch on his bedpost.

Oh, who the bloody hell was he trying to kid anyway?

Luna Lovegood was something special to him, and Draco had just royally fucked that up.

Great.

He really was an idiot sometimes.

….