Druna

The future

Draco was confused. He loved Luna however he felt like he wasn't worthy of her. She was sweet, kind, innocent and beautiful and he was the son of Lucius Malfoy, trying to live up to his farthers expectations consequently turning him more and more evil every day. He was a Malfoy and that could never be changed.
Draco strode forcefully towards Astronamy, ashamed of his past decisions and hopeful of a future with him and Luna.
He could just imagine him and Luna together, in his common room, talking about there first kiss. How Draco couldn't help himself and just had to kiss her.
Luna would lay next to him on the sofa ,reading the Quibbler,and he would stroke her amazingly blonde locks. She would look up and smile her dreamy smile at him before nuzzling her head into his neck and returning to reading the Quibbler.
They would do everything together and it would kill them to be apart. Draco thought they where perfect for each other. That they matched each other like two jigsaw pieces. They where two peas in a pod, to him anyway.
The question was: did she feel the same?
Did she want a future with him?
He has to find out, and soon.