Luna stared out the dirt covered window on the bus, on her way to work. Every time which she would hear her phone ring or vibrate, Luna's heart would jump into her mouth but would suddenly fall again when realising it was not Draco who had texted her. Luna didn't know why she was craving such communication from him, all she knew that it was driving her mad.

"Beautiful day isn't it?" spoke an old frail lady with wispy hair. Luna shot her head up from the glass, blinking twice. "I'm sorry; did I disturb your thoughts?"

"Oh no," Luna smiled gently, "It is a beautiful day. I am quite afraid though that it will rain later."

"Really?" The old lady replied, raising an eyebrow, "I haven't heard that on the weather reports?"

"The nargles always appear during the morning of a storm," Luna blurted out. The old lady scrunched her face up in slight confusion and disgust before moving away quickly.

Smiling to herself from the look which Luna had just received, she couldn't help but remember the first look which Neville had ever given her when she had first spoken to him. He looked at her as if she was a raving lunatic, but then again, everyone else at Hogwarts did too. As Luna stepped off the bus she thanked the rather flushed bus driver who simply grunted at her and she began to walk to her work place.

"Morning Mrs Longbottom," smiled Linda, the company's receptionist. She was a fifty year old woman, with short brown hair with strands of grey within it. Linda was an extremely religious woman who was never short of an anecdote about Jesus if you were ever in need of advice. Sat next to Linda was Samantha, a pretty girl who was in her early twenties. She had long thick brown hair with dark almond shaped eyes. Everything about Samantha was beautiful; Luna had often heard many of the people around the office talk amongst one another about how she was having an affair with the boss. It wouldn't surprise Luna if this was true but she did not like to fall into the vicious trap of spreading rumours.

"Morning Linda," Luna smiled as she walked into her office. Luna's office wasn't even a office, it was more a cubicle with a door on it. In most people's offices, they would have a picture of their family, friends or pets. In Luna's office, she only had a picture of herself and Ginny in their school robes, when they went to Hogsmeade for a Christmas trip.

Luna glanced at the picture and smiled slightly to herself.

"Mrs Longbottom?" squeaked a brown haired, spotty boy.

"Yes James?" James was the company's delivery boy; he would deliver letters sent from the boss to pass onto employees.

"Letter from Mr Howard," James replied, handing a crumpled letter to Luna. She opened it quickly and gave a heavy sigh.

"Apparently my last Christmas card design was to Christmassy?" Luna stated in a disappointed tone.

"I really liked the last design, so did my mom," James smiled, slowly leaving the office. Luna glanced up at James and gave him a smile; there was just something about him which cheered Luna up even on her darkest day. James left the office, leaving Luna alone to her thoughts.

"How am I meant to make it less Christmassy?" she hissed at herself, "Merry Christmas, have a good un? Ugh."

As she stared out the window, Luna took notice on how rain had slowly started to fall. She smiled to herself, imaging how the old lady must be acting now.

"Tell Mr Howard, if he comes calling for me, that I have gone out for lunch," Luna announced to both receptionists as she walked out the building. Linda smiled sweetly while Samantha simply grunted.

Luna walked down the street, noticing how the clouds were turning blacker by the second. The rain poured, making Luna become soaked within the space of seconds from leaving the building. She didn't mind though, Luna loved the feeling of rain upon her skin, especially when she had a lot of thoughts on her mind. As she passed through the crowd of strangers, Luna's stomach roared louder and louder. She turned into a grungy little pub, for both warmth and food, as she looked around Luna suddenly realised that it was the Leaky Cauldron.

"Miss Lovegood!" Tom exclaimed from behind the bar, "My, how you have grown. Please take a seat; I'll make you your favourite."

"Pumpkin pasty?" Luna smiled.

"The very one," Tom replied, going out back.

Luna took a seat at a table in the corner, picking up the Daily Prophet which was resting on the table.

"Weasley Brother Proposing to Propose?" was the headline which was written across the front of the paper in bold letters. "An inside source has told me, Rita Skeeter, that the famous Ronald Weasley is planning to marry childhood sweetheart, Hermione Granger."

"Bless them," Luna whispered under her breath.

"Pumpkin pasty," Tom grinned, handing the food to Luna.

"Thank you very much Tom," Luna replied sweetly.

As Luna took the first bite of her food, it provided her with a blast from the past. It reminded her of the time at Hogwarts where Luna practically lived off Pumpkin pasties for a month.

"Luna?" a familiar deep voice spoke, Luna's head jolted up and her eyes instantly met those of Draco.

"Draco!" Luna smiled, a little bit more enthusiastically that she wasn't too. Draco smiled widely at her reaction and took a seat at her table.

"I'm sorry I haven't texted you, I haven't been able to get your number," he stated before Luna could ask.

"I thought you were going to get it off Harry?"

"So did myself. I phoned Harry up and he was a little, erm, caught up with Ginny to say the least, so I hung up," Draco smirked. Luna gave a little gasp, covering her hand with her mouth,

"You phoned up while they were-?" Draco nodded his head sheepishly, making Luna burst into laughter.

As she laughed, Draco took notice of the small diamond which sparkled on her finger. It was nothing special, just a typical wedding ring. Luna noticed Draco's praying eyes and have a small cough,

"It belonged to Neville's mom, it's really special to him," Luna stated, as if reading Draco's mind.

"Do you like it?" Draco asked, glancing from the ring to Luna's eyes, which were sparkling just as bright.

"Yes, I have to don't I? I don't really care for possessions anyway, I always seem to lose them," Luna replied, sliding her hand from the table.

Draco just shrugged his shoulders and picked up the Daily Prophet,

"Everybody seems to be getting married lately," he scoffed under his breath.

"Afraid of commitment are we, Malfoy?" Luna giggled. Draco raised an eyebrow and gave a disgusted look,

"Afraid of commitment? I am commitment, 100% commitment-"

"-Then why are you single?" Luna questioned, tilting her head.

"I'd rather not talk about it," Draco spat, hiding his face behind the paper. Luna could sense how Draco suddenly grew cold towards her and chose to move away from the current topic of discussion.

"This is my number," Luna smiled, handing Draco a piece of paper, "I expect a text as soon as I leave."

"You're leaving already?" Draco asked the tone of disappointment in his voice.

"Some of us have a job, Draco. While you're out capturing aurors, I'm here trying to make a Christmas card less Christmassy-"

"-Less Christmassy?"

"Please don't get me started," Luna sighed.

"At least let me walk you back to your office?" Draco suggested, rising from the table.

"That sounds nice," Luna smiled sweetly.

"So what are you doing at the moment for the ministry?" Luna asked. As Draco talked, she found herself becoming more lost within his eyes. There was something rather captivating about Draco which Luna couldn't put her finger on. She loved the little details about him, like the way his eyes would glisten when he laughed, or the way he'd run his hand through his hair or the way he'd say her-

"-We're here," Draco commented, interrupting Luna's thoughts. She glanced up at the building, disappointed that her time spent with Draco was now over.

"Thank you for keeping me company," Luna smiled sweetly as she walked up the steps towards the building.

"No problem," Draco called, "I'll be seeing you at the Leaky Cauldron tomorrow, same time?" Luna nodded her head before walking into the building.

Within the space of thirty seconds of being in the building her phone rang, Luna's heart, once again, but this time she was certain who it was texting her.

"Missing you already, Draco xox"

"You too xox" Luna replied back. She walked down the corridors in a dream like state, just like she used to back at Hogwarts.

As she sat in her office, Luna stared at her computer screen and guilt suddenly filled her body to the brim.

"What am I doing?" she muttered to herself, "This isn't right." Though Luna knew she should have deleted Draco's number there and then, she couldn't bring herself to do it.

"We're just old friends," she reassured herself, "Harry and Hermione were just friends, so why cant me and Draco be the same?"