A/N: Yay! I am so happy you guys still like this. It's so much fun to write. Oh, and don't forget that tonight Sorcerer's Stone is on ABC Family.
The next morning, Draco hurried to get dressed and head down to the dining hall. For some unexplainable reason, he was actually excited about seeing Luna again. Wow, he wasn't quite used to referring to her as Luna yet. After last night, he promised himself that he would never call her Looney again. She didn't deserve that. No one did – well except for maybe that Weasley. Yeah, only Weasley could be treated that way. Not Luna – never Luna.
Just as Draco was about to leave the dormitory, Crabbe and Goyle stopped him looking particularly gargoylesome. Draco heaved a sigh of frustration – of course they wouldn't let him have this one satisfaction.
"Shove off," he hissed.
"Where you going in such a hurry, Malfoy?" Crabbe asked, "You know very well and good that Pansy is off with her grandmother for the holiday. So who are you so excited to meet?"
"I bet it's that Granger girl – the mudblood. She's been goggling at you lately," Goyle giggled and Draco thought for a second that he might throw up.
"That's vile! I wouldn't be caught dead with a mudblood," Draco cringed, "And I am not in any hurry to meet someone. I would just like to get breakfast done with so that I can pack sooner. Father is planning a huge trip for us and…"
"I thought your father had meetings to attend to."
Draco mentally cursed Crabbe for picking that particular moment to decide to be smart. "Are you going to let me go to breakfast or not?" Draco demanded, "If not, I am prepared to turn you both into rats to feed Artimis…"
"My snake. My aunt, Bella, got it for me. Now, step aside."
Crabbe and Goyle shrugged to the side, allowing Draco access to the door. He hurried down the stairs and towards the dining hall. The doors swung open and he was greeted with the aroma of biscuits, eggs, muffins, juice, and tarts. Suddenly a wave of nausea hit him like a shower of bricks; he couldn't possibly go in there – Luna would be in there. But then again, he was supposed to meet her here soon…
The thought of seeing her made him sick and he hated that. Draco Malfoy wasn't afraid of anything – he had been brought up to never fear – but now the little ninety pound girl who skipped and sang lullabies as she walked in a daze down the hallways was his single phobia.
He didn't want to face her. Last night he was sick, not feeling well, dizzy from the smell of mistletoe and insane from that kiss. He wasn't thinking straight and he should never have sent her that stupid note. Maybe she was just as dreading their meeting as he was – maybe she wouldn't show up.
But that would mean that Luna Lovegood had stood him up and Draco Malfoy never gets stood up, not unless he could help it. Draco began to pace back and forth and he could feel the nerves knotting inside him.
"Pantyhose on too tight, Malfoy?"
Draco turned to see the Golden Trio – Potty, Weasel, and Mudblood. Great, of all times to run into them, it had to be today, had to be now. Draco turned on his heel, sneering at the stupid little ginger that had been so bold to say such a thing.
"Excuse me, Weasel?" Draco spat, "Shove off, the three of you."
"Oh, meeting someone special, Malfoy?" Harry asked as if he actually cared. Draco hissed towards Harry.
"I don't believe that's any of your business."
"Come on you guys," Hermione urged, "Let's go eat."
"Yeah, listen to Granger," Draco nodded in her direction, feeling her blush.
"But this would be so much more fun," Ron pouted, "Look at you, Malfoy, standing here waiting for someone, letting her eat you up like this…"
"Her?" Draco charged towards Ron, "Her?"
"Well it must be a girl if you're acting like a bloody loon."
"Come on, Ronald," Hermione grabbed his arm and pulled him towards the dining hall, "Leave him be."
Ron followed Hermione reluctantly and Draco couldn't help but find it amusing how wrapped around her finger he was. Harry also followed. Draco figured he should feel better now that they were gone, but he didn't.
Draco didn't have time to be nervous anymore; Luna was standing right beside him, a shy smile upon her face.
"You wanted to see me?" She asked.
"Oh…um yeah," Draco nodded, not sure what to say now that he finally had her here, "I wanted to talk to you."
"Okay," Luna blinked up at him expectantly, her wide eyes wider than ever. Draco felt his knees melt underneath him in that shade of blue.
"Well I've been thinking a lot about that kiss…"
"Oh," Luna blushed, "That."
"Yeah, 'oh, that,'" Draco mimicked sweetly, "Look, Luna I…I think I am really starting to like you. I've always made fun of you and teased you and called you horrible names but I never knew you. After yesterday, I got to meet you for the first time and you know what, Lovegood? I liked you!"
"Like?" Luna titled her head to the side.
"Like," Draco corrected, "And I know you deserve to be treated better than I treated you but I do like you and I like you a lot. So what do you say?"
"Are you…asking me out?" Luna asked, stunned by his words.
"I guess so."
"Alright," Luna nodded, "I think we can do that."
"So do you want to go hunting for Nargels again after we eat?"
"Yeah," Draco pulled her into a hug, "I do."
"Because you want to spend time with me or because you actually care about Nargels or because of the mistletoe?"
"All three?" Draco shrugged.
Draco grabbed her hand in his and walked into the dining hall. Heads turned and people gasped – Malfoy with Looney? It wasn't possible but it was. There they stood, walking over to an empty space to eat alone. It was almost unreal.
"Well that was unexpected," Harry blinked in shock, almost dropping his fork.
"Look at how he looks at her," Hermione sighed, "He likes her."
"He does not," Ron scoffed, "Malfoy doesn't like anyone."
"Oh buzz off, Ronald," Hermione rolled her eyes, "You're just jealous because Draco actually has a girlfriend."
"And you're just jealous because you don't have someone that looks at you like he looks at her," Ron shot back.
Harry couldn't help but smile as they both huffed, crossed their arms over their chests, and turned away from each other, "Yes she does," Harry laughed but neither knew – or wanted to admit that they knew – what he was talking about.