Draco POV

She was a really good teacher. She explained everything clearly and patiently, only moving on to the next question when I had understood the previous one. Only when I was occupied then did she start daydreaming. I enjoyed watching her being in her own world. She seemed to block out the rest of the world while being in her dreamland. I wished I could do that. I envied that.

She made funny remarks once in a while. But she didn't find them funny. I did. She said them so matter-of-factly…like she was just passing an ordinary remark. I was suddenly jealous that Potter could be with her like this, laughing with her, just being with her. Did he like her? A ache in my chest started when I thought about that.

"Well, I think I'd better go now." She said it quietly. "I have some errands to run." She seemed disappointed though. Her eyes drooped a little, mouth slightly pouted. I felt warm at the thought that she didn't want to leave me. "It was fun teaching you, although you kept laughing things I said which I didn't even find funny."

I smiled at that. "Could I walk you back to the Ravenclaw tower?" I surprised myself with that remark. Eyeing me, she nodded and smiled.

A comfortable silence fell in between us. She skipped along the hallway. Smiling a little to myself, I strolled along beside her. There was almost nobody around. Then that idiot Potter appeared.

"Luna," he started. I didn't like the way he said her name. It was too sweet, too friendly. I watched as Luna skipped over to him, smiling. That did it.

Luna POV

I skipped over to Harry. He seemed pleased to see me. But his eyes hardened when he turned to Draco.

When I turned to look at Draco, he seemed a totally different person from before. His eyes were that steely cold grey. His body was stiff, and his mouth was turned down into a ugly sneer. This was the old Draco. Not my Draco. When he looked at Harry, all I saw was hatred. And maybe even jealousy.

Harry was no better. He had adopted a defensive pose, his arm curled around me, shielding me from Draco's icy gaze. This time, I tried to push his arm away more roughly, but he held his ground. His green eyes were unusually cold.

"I can get her to the tower. Who knows what you will do to her when there are so few people around." Harry spoke softly, but menacingly enough to make me shiver. I didn't recognize his voice.

Draco turned his gaze to me. His eyes softened a while before hardening again. His eyes pierced into mine. They were cruel. Flashing another glare at Harry, he strode off angrily, back the way we came, his robes flapping around his ankles.

Harry waited until he had gone. Only then did he relax. I glared at Harry. He seemed taken aback by my glare. "Luna, why are you glaring at me?"

"Why did you do that?" I almost shouted at him. My voice sounded a little too high, even to me. I cringed. A pain was starting in my stomach. I doubled over, clutching my middle. Harry quickly squatted down in front of me.

"Luna! Luna! Are you alright? I'm-I'm sorry, okay? Answer me!" His green eyes were frantic. I whimpered a little. Why did it hurt so much?

I remembered that cold glare from Draco. It wasn't meant for me, wasn't it?

Draco POV

I felt bitter inside. Slamming the door to my room, I was glad that Theodore and Blaise weren't there. Sitting on my bed, I angrily thought about Potter. Why could he be the one protecting her? Why did I turn away like that, just leaving Luna there with him? Then I remembered Luna's expression.

She seemed to be torn between me and Potter. That made me angry again. The only one she should be choosing was me. I wanted her. I wanted her to be mine. She seemed to be frightened of me then. When I stared at her, I felt myself melt. But then I was reminded of him there with us, and I felt the jealousy swell in my chest.

"Potter." I spat out the name.

"What's the matter with Potter?" Blaise came into the room. He slowly circled the room, resting against the wall near the window.

"Pah. Wouldn't you like to know." I sneered.

"Look, Draco…I was only asking you what was on your mind. You needn't be so uptight about it. Okay. I'm sorry I've been avoiding you since school started, but…" he trailed off.

"Save your breath." I snapped. I knew exactly what was going on in his mind. And I didn't trust him one bit. I suddenly wanted to talk to Theodore. Tell him everything, get his advice. Blaise stared at me, and stalked out of the room. I lay back on my bed, not bothering to undress. I had a massive headache.

When I woke up, Theodore was back, sorting out some things at his desk. Blaise wasn't there. Good. I felt sick of his stupid face, and his stupid brown hair. He was never a friend. We only stuck to each other for the comfort before. There wasn't even much of that. He stuck to me for my popularity too.

"Had a good nap, Draco?" Theodore turned around to look at me. "Merlin, you look awful."

I shook my head groggily. Then I remembered why I was so mad in the first place. The thought of Luna and Potter together made me see red again.

"Mind telling me what's wrong, mate?" Theodore's voice was surprisingly soft.

"It's…Potter…and…" I started. Then I put my head in my hands. I realized how stupid it was. Theodore smirked. "The two of you are always fighting about something. From your expression, I'm guessing it's a certain girl this time." I stared at him. How did he always know everything?

"Look, mate. If you really like her to that extent, why don't you just tell her?"

"I…can't." now I felt like a coward.

"Why not?" he put his quill down, and turned his chair to face me.

"I…I'm afraid that I'll hurt her. I don't know how to love, goddammit!" I turned away, frustrated.

"You could try." Theodore was gentle. "You could show her that you care instead of acting like a jerk. You don't want to go back to your old ways, don't you?"

He was right. I had to do something about it. But there was just one problem.

"I don't know if…she likes me."

Theodore was quiet. I looked up. He seemed to be plotting something. Then he noticed me and smirked. Turning away, he said, "Don't you worry about a thing, mate. I promise everything will run smoothly from tomorrow."

I just stared suspiciously at him. He didn't turn around again. I felt exhausted. Trying not to think of hexing Potter, I fell back on my bed and went to sleep.