"Wake up! We're going to be late for classes. And it's Transfiguration this morning. Double with Slytherin!" The voice moaned in despair and exited the girls' dormitory.
The sun was shining with a blinding intensity. As Luna awoke with someone shaking her, her heart beating faster than the wings of a Snitch.
Ugh, head rush. Damn Wrackspurts.
The memories of last night, well, technically this mornings', adventure with Draco felt surreal. Yet, the tenderness and slightly uncomfortable full feeling inside was evidence. She felt warm and glowing. Almost as if someone had slipped her a strong Love Potion. Not that she needed it…
Luna vacated her standard Ravenclaw dorm bed and got ready for the day. Grabbing all her books as well as her cape and hat of the day, she made her way down to the Transfiguration Hall.
Ginny had said it was doubles today, with Slytherin.
Anyone walking by the already odd girl would have perceived her random smiling a normalcy. Loony Lovegood.
A good while later she entered the room and took a seat, hesitating at the sight of Draco and his ever-present cronies. She hated, and understood the fact that their secret romance was to remain just that: secret.
Still, she wished he would look at her the same way he had done so when they were alone. After five long years, she wasn't sure that would ever happen.
Draco Malfoy had always been a prick. A sneer faced boy, prejudiced from birth. Death Eater material before he even set foot in Hogwarts Castle. But she'd had her eyes set on him since her classmates and herself made there first expedition up to the castle, in the boats. Whilst it had been severely stormy outside, the lightning flashes had brought her attention upon Draco's sleek white hair.
Her heart swelled when he insulted that know-it-all Granger girl. But she didn't see a concrete reason for him to be so nasty to Harry.
Luna had voiced her objections to Draco's whole-hearted rivalry with the legendary boy. Harry had always been decent to her, which she couldn't say about most of the other children. He always said the same thing:
"It wasn't me to decide, it was Potter. He's the one who picked the mud bloods."
Draco always seemed bitter, but Luna was the only one that knew his otherwise personality.
Reality snapped back into place as Professor McGonagall asked her a question.
"Miss Lovegood, I doubt that daydreaming about your fanciful creatures will turn yourself into a statue like assigned." The strict old bat was one of Luna's most favored teachers, her most favored was Professor Trelawney. McGonagall was obviously more talented.
Hermione Granger tutted and shoved her hand higher into the air. Without saying a thing, Luna removed her wand from behind her ear in a flourish and was suddenly a full-fledged statue.
"Well done."
Professor McGonagall left her alone, satisfied.
Luna looked to the back of the class at Draco and he was sniggering with his friends as he made a joke about something awful.
She wondered if he even noticed the small exploitation of her powers.