Hey sorry for the short chapter and the long pause before it. Next chapter will be better and longer. I hope.

Draco ran. He ran as fast as his twelve, almost thirteen as he reminded Luna, year old legs would carry him. Carry him up and over the hill.

Some would say the hill was spattered with varying green, but Draco knew better. In this light, it was more one shade slight green, several blue, mostly a tinted yellow, with the small dying pink and white flowers that would disappear soon, as they often did this time of year.

So it would be wise to avoid steeping on them, so rare and all. Draco didn't care though.

As Draco ran, his dark coat, you know, the one with the green stitching that his mother had got when he returned, well- it flopped wildly near the end in the mild wind. His black child's (nearly thirteen years old) suit case, made from some animal no one could remember the name of, slapped against his leg as he ran up the slight green, tad blue, and mostly yellow hill.

Near the pond, near the tree, near the silly house, to Luna.

"Why did you run all the way up here?"

He looked utterly dejected at the girl who sat near the tree, near the pond, with a candle in her left hand and a lite Popsicle stick in her right.

She wore atomic tangerine, and periwinkle.

"I'm just kidding." Her face split into smile as she continued, "I missed you too Draco." She dropped her burning things and tackled him to the ground in hug.

He smiled and curled his arms around her, the suitcase stabbing into his back.

"What's that smell?" Then he sneered in that way that Luna found adorable.

"Probably grass on fire," she said with no more alarm then one would if it had started to drizzle.

Draco jumped up and stomped on the kindling of a would be forest fire. Once. Twice. Three times. Four. And a wiggle of a burnt shoe. He was still panting, whether it was from the run or the panic, he wasn't sure.

"You should be more careful."

"Why?"

Draco didn't know how to answer that question. He looked exasperated and ran his hands through his floppy blond hair; it had become unruly during his journey.

"Is something wrong? You never wrote me back after that letter, the one, about the thing and the warning and then he came back, you know who. Or that's what they say and I thought you'd left and the charm turned black-"

"My mother's crystal charm I gave you?"

"Yes."

"It turned black?"

"Yeah," Draco sat down next to Luna and pulled the once pastille pinkish-orange-slightly blue-green charm out of his coat pocket. His finger's pulled it out as gracefully as he could manage, but the cold had made his fingers clumpy and numb. He dropped the pendent into her waiting hands.

Luna held it above her eye and let the light shine thought, though not much could. The pendent was a deep black and clouded. The dark swirled around the crystal strands like a storm.

Luna then slipped the leather strap of the charm around her wrist. Once. Twice. Three times. Four. She slipped her hand and wrist into the pocket of her dress, the one with the funny buttons.

"Don't worry, it's supposed to do that," she said as she turned her attention to him again.

"I thought you said you didn't know what it did." He looked worry.

"Did I?"

"Yeah you did."

Luna hugged him into the ground again. She made sounds, Draco thought it sounded a bit like crying.

"Aren't you cold?"

"A little," She wrapped his arm around his middle and he wrapped her arms around her shoulders.

"You can have my coat."

"Thanks but I don't really want to get up," she muttered into the boy's chest. Draco looked down but all he saw was bright pale blonde strands above a black coat.

"My dad's probably in the kitchen crying."

"Does he do that a lot now days?"

"Yeah."

"I think my mom cries too," Draco didn't cry. His father told him it was a sign of weakness or something, Draco tended to fade in out when he talk, he tended to talk quite a bit, but never really with anyone; he just sort of talked at them.

Luna looked up at him and raised one hand to wipe away something wet from his cheek.

"I could be your dad." Luna said in a really soft voice.

"But you're a girl."

"So?" She smiled at him. He smiled at her.

"Okay, but only if I can be your mom," she looked away from him, with a smile on her face.

"I'd like that, but it's probably not a very good idea." The wind blew a bit colder, it was later and later still. Time was a funny thing.

"Yeah."

"How was Hogwarts?"

Draco had thought of all these things to tell her. On the train, in his house, on the way here. He thought of clever things and funny things and things to make her impressed. How he did and the way the light changed the colors on the paint of the walls and the Potter Pals. His classes and how he did so very well in potions. How she would love it and hate it, but it would be okay because they would be together and never cause trouble, because they would be sneaky.

When it went through his head again he got tired of his own voice. He didn't want to talk about it.

"Fine, it was fine. You'd like it."

"Would you like some tea? We brought back Darjeeling."

"Is it good?"

"Yeah I like mine white with two sugars, but that's probably too sweet for you."

"Maybe just a little, but I still want to try it," he closed his eyes, he hadn't realized how sleepy he still was, he was just too excited to have noticed before.

"You'd have to get up if you want some."

"You're the one lying on me you know?" He laughed a bit.

"Can I kiss you?"

"What?" He all but sputtered.

"I said I missed you."

"I missed you too."

Luna stood up and pulled him up with her.

"I can't use magic outside of school, but if I could I would make the tea magic."

She smiled that subdued, but brilliant smile and he all but melted.

"Yeah?"

"I'd make it change colours."

She hummed thoughtfully.

"Can I kiss you?" he said with one hand full of suitcase and the other hand in Luna's as she hurried them through the bushes, that probably scratched up her legs as they went through.

Luan stopped them in the middle of the bushes and spun on heel and toe to face him. He almost fell backwards.

Luna looked at him up and down.

"No," she smiled as he looked a strange mixture of surprise and hurt and something like forgetting it was Christmas.

He was about to say nothing when she tipped her toes up and gave him a soft, short, and innocent kiss on the lips.

"Let's get some tea."

"Okay," the words barely left his mouth.

"Oh by the way, what's in the suitcase?"

"I don't really remember."

"I guess it wasn't very important," she turned the door knob left, then right, then left again before the door opened.

"I guess not," and it wasn't.