Draco Malfoy X Reader

• Luna Lovegood •

Harry, Ron and Hermione sat in the common room. People chat, laugh and study in the background.

Hermione slams her book shut.

The next day, classes weren't on. Everyone hung out in their dorms.

I was planning to hang out with Amelia today, but I couldn't find her anywhere. It's like she was deliberately trying to avoid me. If I could just talk to her somehow, without any distractions.

Pushing those thoughts aside, I took a walk on the school grounds and wondered into the forest.

No particular destination in mind, just a stroll in the woods sort of deal. I spot a flash of blonde hair. I walk closer and see all the same creatures from the other night. The same ones that pull the carriages.

When I got closer I realised the person was the same girl I'd travelled here with. Luna Lovegood I believe her name was. I look down at her feet, she wasn't wearing any shoes.

"Are you not cold?" I asked, strolling over to her.

"A little. Unfortunately, all my shoes have mysteriously disappeared. I suspect nargles are behind it,"  she says, stroking the creature that huffs out.

"What are nargles?" I asked, genuinely curious.

"Nasty little things, nargles. They live in mistletoes," she explains. I nod my head, but deep down I'm sure it was just a delusion of hers. Or perhaps passed down from her father. He's known to be quite...imaginative.

I hear something crunch behind me and spot Harry walking over to us.

"Hello Harry potter," Luna greets without taking her eyes off the creatures.

Not creepy a tall

"Hi," Harry replies.

"Hey," I smile.

"Aren't your feet col-"

"-i already asked her that," I interrupt, looking at the creature in front of us.

"Oh,"

"No shoes, someone stole them," I summarise.

Harry looks out at all the creatures running around. A baby one attempts walking in the distance.

"People avoid them because they're a bit..." Luna doesn't finish her sentence but me and Harry had a rough idea what she was going to say.

"Different," we say.

"Why can't the others see them?" Harry asked.

"They can only be seen by people who have seen death," Luna explains.

"So you've known someone who's died then?" Harry asked.

Way to be blunt about it I thought.

"My mum. She was quite the extraordinary witch. She did like to experiment and one day one of her spells went badly wrong. I was nine," she says.

"I'm sorry," Harry frowns.

"Yes it was rather horrible. I do feel very sad about it sometimes but I've got dad," Luna says, reaching into her bag for something.

"We both believe you two by the way that he who must not be named is back and yous faught him and the ministry and the prophet are conspiring against you and Dumbledore,"

"Thanks," Harry says. Although she said she believed us both, I knew she was mostly speaking to Harry.

I know many people hate me, why was still a mystery but it was obvious from the way people would stare.