Disclaimer~same as the last one...
Fic Name~Realization
Paring~Draco / Luna
Rating~G
Author's Note~ okiee...
umm... i tried tried and tried but just cudnt bring draco and luna say the three magical words to each other cause well, i just dont think they have tht spark, u know.... so well i have just brought them a lil closer...
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"So, Lovegood," Michael Corner asks one morning, "what latest discovery will be featured in the next edition of The Quibbler?"
"My daddy says somebody spotted a Humped Crackle Cock not too long ago!" she announces proudly to the Ravenclaw table, only to be met by snickers and humorous looks.
It's to Luna whether they believe her or not, because she and her father believe enough for the world. And that's all that matters really. So whenever they laugh and call her nasty names, she ignores it and tells herself that when she proves them wrong, she will see to it who has the last laugh.
That day hasn't come though. Instead, the teasing continues and she merely turns the other cheek. But it's not always the Ravenclaw's, though. She can hear Hufflepuffs giggling at her latest brinjal shaped hair pins or her turquoise colored stockings or her newly discovered muggle can rings necklace. The Gryffindors treated her a lil better but the oggling was still there, as if she is some species from the other world.
The Slytherins are always bound to have some cruel remark ready up their stinking sleeves about her appearance, and she can ignore them like all the others. But there is one boy; a nasty boy, an older boy, a blond haired boy, a mean boy, a handsome boy, a ... wait a second did she just think Draco Malfoy was handsome?? NO! He was nothing but a self praising git who enjoyed every moment he got to insult the young Ravenclaw and who sneers at her as his companions snigger loudly.
"Tell me, Lovegood," he mutters, "does Daddy realize that he's a laughing stalk? That the Quibbler's going down the drain now that Pretty-Potty's given his due to it and nobody's interested anymore?"
Her eyes narrow and she shakes her head. "Daddy doesn't care for the opinions of nasty people, and neither do I."
"Nasty am I?" he smirks. Crabbe and Goyle are shaking with laughter.
"Yes," she states in a placid and forced voice. "You're very mean and nasty and I see now why you don't have any friends. I feel sorry for you."
"Ah, but I do have friends," he announces, gesturing towards Crabbe and Goyle.
"They're not friends," she murmurs, drifting back into her vague persona. "They're lackies. In fact, sometimes those two-" she pointed to the two lumbering oafs on either side of the young Slytherin, "- look like bodyguards."
She laughs softly, a small smile capturing her lips; causing Crabbe and Goyle to stare at her in confusion and a small crimson blush to spread across Draco's cheeks.
"Go," he tells them.
They stalk away.
"Do you think yourself smart, Lovegood?" he asks darkly, annoyed by the dreamy, distant look on her face.
"No," she says vaguely. "Many people assume we Ravenclaw's are smart and wise and whatnot, but it's not necessarily true."
"I wasn't talking about Ravenclaws," he announces through clenched teeth, obviously annoyed. "I was talking about you."
"Oh," she murmurs. "But I am a Ravenclaw."
"That's hardly the point," he announces, rolling his eyes and running a hand through his white-blonde hair, shifting his weight from foot to foot as he tried to find whatever sense there was in this girl.
"Is there anything you want, Malfoy?" she asks in an obscure voice, her eyes watching as his companions' backs disappear...
"What I want," he mutters loudly before pausing for a moment, running the scene through his head one more time; trying to register the exact reason why he'd pulled Luna aside. Meanwhile, she merely begins to hum softly, watching through the arched windows a rather beautiful scene as snowflakes gracefully drifted down, littering the ground in a blanket of fresh, white snow.
"You were saying?" Luna murmurs softly, not looking away from the scene outside. Caught between curiosity and annoyance, Draco followed her gaze until he caught sight of the falling snow outside.
"I was saying," he began curtly, his eyes traveling back to her carefree face, "that Crabbe and Goyle are my friends, and a person such as yourself would do well not to make such assumptions."
Luna blinks for a moment. The usual look of dottiness returned to her and she nods, answering, "Very well then, as long as you don't insult those who needn't be insulted."
Draco considered retorting some witty line, but surprisingly enough, none came. He shoved his hands deep in his pockets and frowned, leaning himself against the nearest wall in an uncommon air of laziness. It silence feels awkward to him as Luna gazed out the window once more.
"It's snowing," she whispers, her eyes lighting up like a christmas tree.
"I know."
"Do you like it when it snows?"
He shrugs, uncomfortable for a moment at the younger girl's behavior. Just a minute ago, hadn't she been laughing at him? As restless as he felt, there was something soothing about the way her grey eyes danced with joy at the sight of the winter wonderland being slowly lain outside.
"Sometimes I do," he answers.
"When is 'sometimes'? Goodness knows how often sometimes can be. Tomorrows, yesterdays, it's such an unplottable answer."
A confusing question, yes. One had hadn't expected at all. And grudgingly, he forces himself to remember ages ago, whenever children are supposed to remember playing in the snow with their friends and laughing jollily. However, no such thing exists in his mind. He remembers his fathers insistence that he study and his mother preparing him for the latest winter ball.
So he looks down at her; the little girl with dirty blonde hair and soft, relentlessly calm eyes as she observes him closely, cheerfully giggling at his lost expression. A small, genuine smile captures his lips.
"Now would definitely be a 'sometimes'."
***
not fluffy and not even distant... its neutral...😛
Edited by alia - 19 years ago
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