Draco marched into the potions classroom, slamming his books down on the desk Snape gestured towards and glaring straight at the wall in front of him. Luna was already sat looking worriedly around the room and Snape was looking as though he was enjoying their discomfort immensely.

Snape let the silence continue just long enough to make Luna feel extremely uncomfortable and, pulling his cloak around him in an almost snake-like motion, he fixed them both with his most piercing stare.

'I presume there is a most satisfactory explanation as to why the pair of you were running down the corridor at half five in the morning in... disarray.'

Luna opened her mouth to say something but gasped and choked on her words as she felt a sharp kick on her shin. One glare from the blonde slytherin and Luna completely forgot what she was about to say.

Snape cleared his throat impatiently, looking from one blonde to the other.

'Nothing?'

The tone of his voice told Draco that silence was exactly what Snape had been expecting which also meant he'd had time to plan his punishment. He glanced at Luna who was looking at her hands, her eyebrows burrowed together in an almost comical expression of worry and then back at Snape, challenging him to do his worst.

'I think lines are in order. You and miss Lovegood, mr Malfoy, will remain in here and copy this.'

With a quick tap of his wand, several neatly scrawled words appeared on the chalk board behind him. Draco read them and scowled.

'How many times, proffessor?'

'As long as it takes for the message to sink in. Begin.'

As the two blondes picked up their quills, Snape stood up and began to walk towards the door. With a final glare of apparent loathing, he swept out the room.

His footsteps had barely died away before Draco was out of his seat he was about to turn and leave but Luna's voice made him stop.

'You won't be able to leave. The room will be enchanted or something. Proffessor Snape wouldn't leave the room if we could just get up and leave.'

Draco comtemplated for a moment before regretfully coming to the conclusion that she was probably right and sitting back down again.

'This is all your fault, Lovegood.'

Luna shrugged, dipping her quill in ink and beginning to write.

'Actually, I think we're both equally to blame.'

Draco looked as though he had just swallowed a fly.

'I'm a Slytherin, we DON'T take the blame for anything.'

Luna just seemed to ignore his distaste, writing as though her life depended on it.

'I've noticed that.'

There was a long but not awkward silence as Luna scribbled away frantically whilst Draco forced himself to pluck up the motivation to write a word every few seconds. Draco had just filled a whole page with his neat, half-hearted writing when he felt Luna staring at him.

He opened his mouth to tell her to stop but she got there first.

'Draco, you won't tell anyone about...'

'I have a reputation, Lovegood. I would rather eat boggart vomit.'

A slight lobsided smile slid across Luna's face.

'Thank you.'

Draco put down his quill and turned to look at her smiling face, his eyes cold.

'I'm not doing it for you, Loony.'

'I know, but I'm grateful anyway.'

I know this is not a good chapter but I promise there will be another one coming very soon. I have quite a few already written, I just need to write the ones in between them. Sorry for the wait ^^