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A/N: This will be a series of Draco/Luna drabble and ficlets that were written for the Draco/Luna Last Drabble Writer Standing community at LiveJournal. I may add more every now and then as the Muse inspires, but as it stands now, there are five total.


Title: Draco Malfoy and the Ridiculously Humiliating Romantic Gesture
Word Count: 300
Rating: T
Prompt: Your drabble must be inspired by the following quote: "All glory comes from daring to begin." - Eugene F. Ware It must contain a hijinks of some sort... And finally it must be 300 words. Exactly.
Comments: Draco goes to extremes to gain Luna's attention. Nothing ventured, nothing gained… right?


Draco Malfoy and the Ridiculously Humiliating Romantic Gesture

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Draco was one of only a handful of former Slytherins who had accepted the Headmistress' invitation to Alumni Day at Hogwarts. Not that he cared; he hadn't come for them.

He'd come for her.

Luna, however, took no notice of him from where she sat with her friends, her dreamy-eyed gaze occasionally wandering about the Quidditch pitch, but never in his direction.

Hidden below the stands, Draco stared longingly. She exuded serenity and kindness. After years spent in agonizing terror and then numbing regret, he needed that in his life. He needed her.

It was purely selfish on his part, but then he was an inherently selfish creature. He had nothing to offer her—the Malfoy name and prestige were extinct. But he could love her. Maybe she could love him, too.

If she ever got around to noticing him.

So if he had to lower himself to this sort of ridiculous gesture to garner her attention, then so be it. After all, nothing ventured, nothing gained.

Merlin, he hoped his father never caught wind of this.

He pulled his "secret weapon" from his pocket and returned it to normal size. Ignoring the stares and sniggers, he maneuvered through the crowd until he was standing beside Luna.

His jaw clenched as he fought back a blush whilst he awaited her reaction with bated breath.

Nothing.

Damn it all to—

A hand slipped into his.

"That's a lovely hat you have, Draco."

Her lilting voice was a balm to his battered soul. He glanced at her, smiling smugly as his gaze met hers.

And so they stood in the section meant for neither of their houses, a Gryffindor lion perched upon Luna's head… and a Hufflepuff badger curled atop Draco's.

Her hand in his was worth every moment of utter humiliation.