Serpent and Raven
Draco awoke the first morning of sharing his manor with someone quite unsure of what to do. He wanted to go and see her, but assumed that she was still sleeping at 7 in the morning, as were most normal humans. He couldn't seem to stay asleep, however. He wanted to sneak into the east wing of the manor and watch her. It didn't matter what she was doing, he just wanted to see her. When he realized how insane the idea of sneaking around in his own home sounded, even to look upon a beautiful girl, he berated himself and settled for finding breakfast for himself.
A rattling in the kitchen put him on his guard, however, and he drew his wand, ready to attack whoever had decided to loot the Malfoy Manor. He barely stopped himself from cursing, Luna, however, he discovered upon entering the kitchen. She was searching through his cabinets and he caught sight of her long blonde hair and managed stopped himself just as he was about to flick his wand.
"What are you doing in here?" he demanded, sounding rather more harsh with her than he meant.
She turned around to look at him and beaming held up a frying pan. "Hello, Draco. I thought you might like some breakfast."
"Why on earth are you even awake?" he asked, dumbfounded as to the proper response to give someone who wanted to make his breakfast.
"Well it's hard for me to sleep sometimes," she said vaguely. He suspected it had something to do with her father's death when she immediately turned back to rattling pots and pans. She emerged from his cabinets with a few pans and spoons and a renewed smile. "What would you like?" she asked him brightly.
"You don't have to do that," he told her.
"Oh. Do you not like breakfast?" she asked. "I hope all those breakfasts we shared here weren't just for my benefit."
"No, no. It's just…eggs and kippers," he conceded. She beamed at him once more and went to the pantry for her supplies, leaving Draco standing open-mouthed in the doorway. Without having any idea about what the proper thing to do was, he exited the kitchen, in favor of sending an owl off to his shop to indicate that he would be in at noontime.
A while later, Luna interrupted Draco's morning reading of the Daily Prophet with the announcement that the food was prepared. He stood and followed her awkwardly into the dining room to find that she had made enough eggs and kippers for eight people. Coffee, Pumpkin Juice, and Butterbeer were all available and two places had been set at the large table. "It looks…lovely," he said, not exactly knowing what to tell her. They were never going to be able to eat all of the food that had been prepared, but he supposed that that particular fact wasn't relevant. "Thank you," he said, seating himself at one of the set places.
They ate together as per usual, quietly, but once they were finished, Draco started informing her of the addition of Neville Longbottom to the Hogwarts teaching staff. "I don't think he'll survive. The students will run right over him," Draco told her. "As rightly should be. He might be good at Herbology, but he's not exactly a hero, is he?"
"I think he'll do fine," Luna replied. "And he is a hero. He fought in the war."
"Yeah, Potter helped him out in that respect. He'd still be living with his grandmother if not for the war."
"I don't know why you hate him so much, Draco," Luna said as she began clearing the uneaten food from the table. "Neville is a good man."
"I don't think we'll ever agree on that point. Longbottom's about as qualified to be head of a House as I am to teach Muggle school children."
"It will be fine," Luna told him. Draco commenced to muttering about incompetence half-heartedly. He really saw no major problem with Neville teaching or being Head of Gryffindor House, but he couldn't let Luna think he had gone soft. It was true that Hermione had helped him during the war and Potter was less of a prat than he had expected, but some things could never change lest he lose all attachments to the past. He could never let Neville Longbottom or Ron Weasley gain anything without pointing out their flaws and predicting their imminent failure.
Draco went to his shop to check up on things at noon, as he had promised and Luna worked on a few articles for the Quibbler. He wondered how he had become so worried about Luna's reactions to things since she had moved in, but attributed it to the newness of the situation. Unbeknownst to him he was falling for her, something that before the war he would have laughed rudely and for a long time about with his cronies.