Don't ask me what inspired this. I have no idea. Standard Disclaimer.

It happened in an alley, out of moonlight and out of magic. Knees bled onto gravel, and boots crunched that gravel into the wet ground, surrounded by dirty automobiles and Tijuana brick that oozed rainwater. Only a moldy street lamp shined on the face of the runaway, and only a single man was there to see it.

"Tell me, Potter, as you kneel here with my wand at your third eye, what are you thinking?"

"Honestly?" Harry replied. "That I should have kissed Luna Lovegood when I had her under the mistletoe in fifth year."

Draco laughed once, and struck.