Y Chweched. The Sixth.

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Three days until break was over. Three days until he had a distraction from the constant thoughts in his head. Three days before he lost the chance to have a relatively private conversation with the subject of said thoughts.

It was this that had caused him to make a beeline for Luna when he saw her sitting in the Great Hall on her own, sketching some peculiar fruit-like object in front of her. It was also this that had made him give up completely and begin to explain his predicament to her, growing more red-faced with every sentence.

It took him a surprisingly long time to get it all out, he thought, considering the problem was one person. Then again, if Draco Malfoy were ever classified as simple, well…

Harry sighed in frustration, cutting himself off. Luna regarded him curiously as he ran his hands through his messy hair.

"I'm just being a coward, aren't I? I should just say something. But because it's Draco bloody Malfoy, and I'm Harry bloody Potter, it's– oh, Merlin, why now?" Luna followed his gaze towards the far end of the hall, where the very person in question had just appeared. And why, why was he walking over? Surely the Slytherin Prince had better things to do?

And now Luna was watching him with a vague interest that made Harry feel like she was evaluating something about him.

"Luna, just-" Harry cut himself off, unsure of how to say what he wanted without sounding like he didn't trust her. Luna turned to him, smiling.

"Oh, don't worry, Harry. I won't tell him a thing. Will you?"

The blond reached their table before Harry had a chance to reply, although a part of Harry was a little relieved by this.

"So this is who you spend your time with, Potter? Loony Lovegood?"

Luna looked over at the Slytherin; her head tilted to the side in a way that made her look even more mad than usual. "Why, hello, Draco," she said dreamily. He regarded her rather scornfully for a moment before turning his attention to Harry, clearly waiting for some sort of retort to the (somewhat minor) insult.

"Rwy'n dy garu di," he said, trying to inject some malice into his voice. It was somewhat difficult, however, given that he was actually saying 'I love you' to Draco's (because Malfoy really wouldn't do, now) face, and proving his placement in Gryffindor oh so correct. Hermione would be furious with him for using the phrase so casually.

Luna looked at him curiously, and Harry's stomach dropped. Tell me she doesn't know Welsh, he thought desperately. Because being Luna, she wouldn't hesitate to make some sort of comment that would make it clear it wasn't an insult, regardless of their agreement not to let Draco on to Harry's feelings. It wouldn't be on purpose. It was just who Luna was.

"Why, Harry, I didn't know you could speak Alaura." Mentally, Harry sighed in relief. Luna was being Luna. Just not in the uncomfortably truthful way that she sometimes was.

"What?" He arched a brow at Draco's question, but Luna turned to him, her already large eyes widening as she began to explain.

"Alaura. It's the ancient language of the Aures, a sub-race of the air elementals. They're invisible to the naked eye. Usually they choose a human that they like, and follow them around. They're attributed to lucky people quite often, especially those who are lucky in games, or anything that involves magic, really. It's because they can affect the air around them, you see." Luna turned to Harry again. "It's really quite amazing that you've learned to speak with yours. I'm not really that surprised you have one, though, considering who you are. It would explain how You-Know-Who's killing curse didn't affect you as a baby. And you're generally quite lucky, aren't you?" Harry opened his mouth, but really had no clue what to say. Not that that was uncommon with Luna. Fortunately, she continued before he could say anything. "Would you be willing to do another interview for the Quibbler? I'm sure Daddy would love to learn more about the Aures."

"Er…"

"I should go tell him about this! I'll tell you what he says later, all right?" without waiting for an answer, Luna smiled brightly and skipped off.

Harry watched Luna leave, feeling mildly uncomfortable at being alone with the Slytherin. He glanced at Draco, just about to leave, until-

"You know, Potter, there are quite a few tales – in the Wizarding and the muggle world, I'm sure – in which the hero's downfall comes from the unexpected knowledge of his enemy. And such information is frequently very easy to come across. It's merely the hero's blind march forwards that causes him to miss this." The blond sauntered forward, coming to a halt barely a foot from Harry.

Harry rolled his eyes. "Care to tell me about how the hero always fails, as well?"

"Well, they don't fail. Eventually they get there in the end. It's often wondered, though, if it isn't their enemy's choice, though. If the goal they reach isn't the enemy's as well."

"Is there a point to this, Malfoy?" Harry asked, torn between annoyed and intrigued. Draco wasn't one to waste words, regardless of how it seemed to others. And he certainly wouldn't be wasting them on him.

Draco raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth turning up slightly. "Your comments have been quite bold, you know. Especially just now. Anyone could have understood you." Harry didn't like the look in the Slytherin's eyes. And what did he mean by 'anyone'? He and Luna were the only one's who had heard him...

"And I suppose you're going to tell me you speak Welsh, now?" Harry asked, trying to mask his worry. There was no way...

The blond smirked. "Ydw, yr wyf yn ei wneud mewn gwirionedd. Ers i mi oedd dau, mewn gwirionedd. Dylech 'n sylweddol i weithio ar eich ynganiad, er. Nid ydych yn ymestyn eich llafariaid yn ddigon. Heblaw am hynny, yr ydych yn ei siarad yn eithaf da."

Harry's heart dropped; he might not have completely understood what Malfoy had said, but it was pretty obvious what the answer was.

"So you understood my insults. Big deal." Not that playing dumb would help, but he would rather have Draco thinking he had been trying for insults. Merlin knew what the Slytherin would do if he knew Harry had been honestly voicing his feelings.

Draco arched a brow, stepping forward. "I think we both know those weren't insults," he said silkily. Without really thinking, Harry let his Gryffindor genes take control, taking a step towards Draco and almost closing the small gap between them. No sense in backing out of his attempted bluff now.

"I don't know what you think you heard, Mal-" Harry was cut off as the Slytherin's lips crashed down on his, a hand tangling in his messy hair.

He stood shocked for a moment before throwing what he thought was likely his last remaining ounce of common sense out the window as he placed his hands on Draco's hips, pulling him closer.

Draco grinned, resting his forehead on Harry's. "Now, was that really that difficult?"

"Yes," Harry replied stubbornly, his heart still racing. He was having difficulty really processing what had just happened. Because after agonizing over all this, was it really this easy?

The Slytherin chuckled, brushing their lips together again.

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Translation:

Yes, I actually do. Since I was two, actually. You should really work on your pronunciation, though. You do not stretch your vowels sufficiently. Other than that, you speak it quite well.

A/N:

Sorry this has been such a while, darlings. Adding to my usual procrastination, my dad broke his ankle. So, that made getting time to write without interruption a bit more difficult. Not to mention the fact that this chapter made me want to punch something for the longest time. XP Anyway. Only one more chapter after this! Ahaha. I will have finally finished my first chaptered story. ^.^

AND. Much thanks to TheMozzyOne for the Welsh bit, there. ^.^ You are awesome. (Yes, I did use Google to get the English. XD I'm lazy.)

Yours 'till death,

Madisson