Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, it's world, or it's characters. All of those belong to the amazing J.K. Rowling, and anyone she had sold the rights to. That does not include me. I do not make any profit from this fanfiction, and no copyright infringement is intended. I only own this spin-off of her world, nothing else that is recognizable as the world or characters of Harry Potter.

"Expelliarmus!" He heard a shout interrupt his own. Draco was expecting it. Even Loony wouldn't just stand there and let her memories be erased. Not to mention she was a member of Dumbledore's Army—as much as he hated to admit it, that did say that she was prepared to fight. They hadn't been titled 'Army' for nothing.

"Protego!" Draco cast the shield charm which blocked her red spell and locked eyes with her. She suddenly looked different from how he had ever seen her before; normally, Luna Lovegood looked like she lived in a different world. She was spacey and absent, and only really seemed to care about creatures no one else knew existed and her father's newspaper.

Now, however, her eyes were bright and focused on Draco, determined. She seemed to have gone through an amazing transformation, and the normal whimsical air was gone to be replaced with someone very serious—someone who was ready to fight.

Draco liked it.

But he had no more time to think about it for soon Luna was shooting another spell from her wand. "Expecto Patronum!" She shouted, and Draco paused. What was she thinking? He wasn't a dementor! He almost smiled. Perhaps she was still crazy Luna after all.

Then again, maybe she wasn't. A silver rabbit materialized in front of her and Draco only took a moment to look at it before starting another hex. He needed to obliviate her and he wasn't about to play games.

He had underestimated her ingenuity. The rabbit came straight for him just as he shouted "Petrificus totalus!" and blocked his vision, papering his view with the shiny creature that ran back and forth right in front of his face. Draco stumbled back and his spell shot toward the opposite wall instead. A loud crashing noise came and Draco steadied himself on a small statue.

The patronus was gone… so was Luna. Draco's eyes narrowed and he backed up against a wall, scanning the room for long blonde hair. He held his wand out in front of him in a defensive pose and slowly walked to the corner of the room so she could only come at him from a few directions.

Bookcases, dressers, statues, paintings, and a million other things littered the floor and walls, making the perfect hiding place for the witch. She had the advantage now and Draco knew he had to find her before she through another hex at him.

"Revealio-"He started under his breath, but a red shot of sparks came shooting towards him from the right hand corner of the room. Draco smirked and dodged it with a seeker's agility, quickly changing the angle of his wand to point towards the origin of the spell.

"Stupify!" Draco shouted. His spell hit a wooden chest and the drawers flung open. Pieces of parchment rained down all around the room and Draco squinted, trying to focus. There! Luna ran across the room and Draco raised his wand, his lips already forming the next spell when—

"Expelliarmus!" shouted a voice far different from his own, and Draco's wand flew from his hand into Luna's. The papers settled on the floor with soft rustling sounds as Draco stood stock still, his eyes wide as he looked at the witch who had disarmed him.

Luna was pointing her own wand at him and Draco looked at her warily. She still had that same expression on her face, the one that Draco didn't know. The one that said she knew what she was doing and she wasn't afraid to attack. The countenance that told Draco she wasn't just the docile, airy girl people thought she was.

Draco was reminded forcefully that she was a Ravenclaw—she was intelligent and cunning, and she knew what to do to get things her way. Her reputation had made him think of her as just Harry Potter's friend, who he had taken to Slughorn's party, and now Draco understood why.

He slowly raised his hands in front of him in surrender, but his eyes were darting around the room for anything he could use to escape. Instantly Luna said something softly under her breath and everything near Draco was pushed several feet away, including the paper on the ground at his feet.

He had no means to escape, and that seemed much direr now than it had been five minutes earlier.

A/N:

Sorry this took so long! I was gone at my grandmother's house, taking care of her husband (he's bedridden) and her computer is dreadfully slow. I'm home now, though, and I expect to be updating much more frequently now.

By the way, I loved writing this chapter. Thanks to everyone who wrote reviews; they gave me the push I needed to write this!