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Draco hated himself. He hated himself for thinking about her so bloody often. It was like she was a wrack-whatever in his head and she just wouldn't get out. She picked at his brain and tried to get him to talk to her, but he wouldn't. He avoided her like the plague; which, to him, she almost was.

In the three days since the library incident she hadn't come up to him once. That was good. There was no marked difference in how she acted, either-what had he been expecting? Fervent glances shot at him from across the Great Hall? As if. He could only hope that she had understood his warning and decided to leave him be.

It was because of that he could walk to the Room of Requirement now, just after classes ended, and be completely relaxed.

Luna hadn't shown up in the room since that first night, and he had absolutely no expectations that she would again. Of course, he normally went there when he figured she would be busy in classes, or some other endeavor... though he wouldn't admit to anyone that he went to such great lengths to avoid one girl-that she had any effect on him at all.

Crabbe and Goyle had used the last of the Polyjuice potion the night before, and Draco was planning to get more from Snape's store cabinet, so he was alone this time. He walked past the corridor three times, and then heard footsteps coming from around the corner. He dived to the door and opened it, slipping his lean frame inside quickly before shutting it back behind him, breathing a sigh of relief.

"This must be Déjà Vu." A voice pealed from behind him, and Draco let out a deep breath, his hand clenching around the door knob until his knuckles turned white. Then he turned to face Loony Lovegood.

"I'm not even going to bother asking what that is." He said with a dark glare, walking towards the green and silver door with the knob of a metal snake while he spoke, and passing by the pale girl sitting in her favorite window seat.

"It's a muggle saying. Hermione told it to me; it's the experience of feeling like something has happened before." She said dreamily, and Draco scowled to himself. Even though she was a pureblood she polluted herself by associating with that muggle filth. He had to admit, though, that he had felt that sensation before... But he would never admit to it.

"That's because this /has/ happened before." He told her disparagingly. Then he paused and looked at her almost quizzically, his grow furrowed. Didn't she remember? And the night in the library? Or was it such an insignificant experience that she didn't bother remembering it? For some reason that made him highly annoyed. Perhaps it was just because he had spent so long thinking on it, but he felt foolish. Draco Malfoy was not accustomed to feeling foolish.

But Luna nodded with a small shrug, looking out her window. Draco noticed that it wasn't raining, but it was night in her dream world, with the moons silver light shining in and throwing it's rays on her pallid visage. She almost reminded him of... His mother Narcissa had the same pale features, and almost the same blonde hair. Except for his mother's was straight, like Draco's, and Luna's had a slight wave to it, the strands finer and longer...

"-true." Luna was saying, and Draco blinked a few times. She turned to look at him, and he realized she was waiting for a response. What had she said? Draco immediately cursed himself for his idiocy and fixed his expression. He scowled at her with the appropriate amount of distaste and turned the knob of the door.

"Yeah, whatever, Loony." Draco said. He opened the door to the room with the cabinet and disappeared inside, frowning to himself. He was confused, but there was one thing that he did know, and that knowledge disturbed him almost as much as anything else.

Luna Lovegood had caught his interest.