"What?" Marietta said. Oh, I knew she wasn't going to believe this, I refused to believe it. But now that I think about it, maybe that's why I was so agitated about Pansy and Draco. No, NO. I couldn't like him, it's weird and unnatural, he's a Slytherin and I'm Ravenclaw, it just wasn't right. "Malfoy…look Marietta, I don't know, it just smelled like him" I said, she looked at me, very curiously, as if to ask if I was 100% sure. I was. I just didn't like it. She said "Luna….Malfoy's dating Pansy, you know that…right?" I looked down quickly, for some reason, tears flooded to my eyes, I thought "God Luna, what is wrong with you? It's Malfoy, MALFOY." "Yeah, of course I know that…" I said, I didn't dare look up or Marietta would see the tears forming, the unnecessary tears.
I think she knew I was really frustrated, she came closer and put her arm around me, she said "Luna, you know I won't judge you if you feel that way about him, in fact" she laughed " it's kind of cute." I looked up quickly "No, no. I don't feel that way. It's just a silly thing, what is a little potion going to tell me who I love?" I said, Marietta wasn't buying it, I just knew it, well that's what I thought by the look on her face, she started to walk off "Ok, whatever you say Luna" she stood by the entrance to the common rooms, "See you later!" , and I didn't know why, I still don't know why, but all I wanted to do at that moment was march upstairs to the dorms, lay down on my bed, and cry. And that's exactly what I did.
The next day I decided I would forget about what happened. This was the only way. I crossed Pansy in the halls later that day, much to each other's displeasure. The bitch couldn't pass up the opportunity to make me feel like crap, so I braced myself for the snarky comment she was to make, but she stopped me, like she actually had something to tell me. "What do you want Parkinson?" I said, she looked at me as if I were some squib "I heard Loony. I heard about your 'wants'" I looked at her, genuinely confused, "What the hell are you talking about Parkinson?" she looked furious and she stepped closer to me, as if she was trying to be intimidating, she looked into my eyes with daggers and said "I know you want my Dracey. He's mine, and besides I bet even if he did leave me, he would pick a Weasley over you. And that's saying something. So back off, and go stick to your retarded creatures." She walked off and I stood there, not sure whether to turn around and zap a stinging hex on her pugface…or be determined…To get Draco Malfoy.
And by God, I wanted to.
