The Druna Law

Chapter Five - Luna

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In the morning, we all get up early to get ready, because there are a lot of girls using the same bathroom.
I put on a simple shirt and jeans under my robes. I brush through my long blond hair and leave it hanging. Then I brave the crowd at the line of sinks.

The Great Hall at breakfast time is drowsy, but I'm always a morning person. Why shouldn't I be? The morning is a very good time be up.
I eat toast and eggs and drink apple juice. I shudder at the sight of orange juice. Ungodly beverage.
People whisper about the marriage law. Who will get who, what ships will sink, blah blah blah. If people stopped gossipping so much, they may actually learn the world does not revolve around a piece of information that may or may not be true.

After we eat, Harry, Hermione, Ron, Neville, Ginny and I go down to the Quidditch pitch. I watch while they play around, a smile on my face.
Hermione calls out and asks if I want to play. I shake my head. I'm to scared to go up that high with only a stick to keep me safe. A magical stick, but a stick nonetheless.

We spend the day doing things like visiting our old friends, searching the castle for passages, and generally making Mr. Filch mad.

Finally, it is time for dinner and all the eighth-year students are so nervous, we can't eat. We suffer through minute after agonizing minute, dreading our turn at the hat.

McGonagall dismisses the younger kids and brings out the Sorting Hat and stool. "We will do this by calling the girls' names in alphabetical order.

"Abbott, Hannah." Hannah walks up to the hat and sits on the stool. "Neville Longbottom," the hat calls. She smiles in his direction.

"Brown, Lavender." ........... "Ron Weasley."
Ron gives a look in Harry's direction, like, oh God, please no.
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."Granger, Hermione.".............. "Harry Potter."
Hr face is shocked, and she sends a look to Ginny that is full of the deepest remorse.

"Lovegood, Luna." I stand up and make my way to the stool, where McGonagall places it on my head, like she did eight years ago.

Oh, Luna. How you've grown in these years! A voice whispers in my ear. But who will love you, be your perfect match. A tough nut to crack, you are. Intelligent, kind, innocent beyond measures. Yes, I know just who you need. Let's go with....

"Draco Malfoy!"

My stomach churns as I walk back to my seat. I chance a look at Draco and see he has that trademark smirk that I want to slap so badly off his face.

We'll be married. We'll have kids. Draco Malfoy will be my husband until I die.

My friends give me simpathetic looks. Ginny goes when her name is called.

"Blaise Zabini!"

There are no more to be called. McGonagall steps in front of us. "Each pair will have their own quarters. You have a class that outlines marriage and parenthood and how to do things. I expect you all to respect the hat's decision. Do I make myself clear? She made the choice she foresaw as the best. Now follow me."

She leads us to our quarters and I search ours. In a surprised shriek, I yell, "Draco!"

He comes running from the living room. "What?"
When he sees what I'm pointing at, he blushed madly.

There is only one bed. One bathroom. Two closets, though. We decide to just share the bed. I'd feel bad to kick him to the couch. Or whatever.

We go to sleep on different sides of the bed. When I wake up, Draco has him arms wrapped around me, my back pressed up against him.

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