Disclaimer: And finally, I do not own Harry Potter.
Draco Malfoy, second year student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, slammed the door of the train compartment, separating himself from Hermione Granger and Weasley's little sister. How dare Granger have the gall to insult him! Who did she think she was, anyway? She was nothing more than a know-it-all mudblood. He was far superior to her. Oh, he seethed, storming down the aisle of the Hogwarts Express, one day, she'll get what she deserves. Then I'll be the one laughing!
Caught up in his mental tyraid, he didn't even notice a small blonde emerging from her own compartment, skipping down the hall toward him—till, of course, the moment she slammed right into him, apparently lost in her own world as well.
"What the—?" Draco scanned the girl disdainfully, taking in her outrageous appearance. She hadn't yet changed into her uniform, and instead wore a bright blue jumper with the most horrendous rainbow stripes he'd ever laid eyes on, as well as some fuzzy… thing sticking out of each shoulder. Half of her blonde hair was in a bun, while the other half was messily around her ear, behind which stuck out a wand. Her shoes were probably the least of the oddity, because she wasn't wearing any.
"Oh, hello!" she said brightly, flashing him the widest of smiles. Her voice was strange—a dreamy, slightly overexcited, sort of sound. Draco blinked at her, sort of at a loss for words, at least for the moment. He'd never seen anything like her.
"What's your name?" she asked him.
"Draco Malfoy," he answered quietly.
"Nice to meet you, Draco Malfoy! I'm Luna Lovegood." She stuck out her hand. When he didn't shake her hand like she was expecting, she slowly retraced her hand behind her back. "I'm a first year."
"Is it? I hadn't really thought about it." She put a finger to her chin, looking thoughtful. "I suppose it is a little fascinating. There's so much I'm about to discover, so much to learn. It's a bit overwhelming, really. Don't you agree?"
"… Sure," was his response, for he really didn't know what to make of the girl before him.
She smiled softly. "You don't really get it. But that's alright. Maybe one day, you will. Maybe discovering something new will wipe that sour look off of your face."
"I do not have a sour look!" Draco shouted, which caused his sour look to increase tenfold, and only caused Luna to giggle.
"You're very funny. I like you. I hope we'll be friends."
"I sincerely doubt it," Draco remarked, watching one of the fuzzy shoulder things sway back and forth.
She shrugged. "I suppose we'll just have to see, then. It was very nice meeting you, Draco Malfoy." She gave a little wave, and skipped onward down the aisle. He could hear her greeting the others she passed by, though she didn't converse with them for as long as she did with him.
They're the lucky ones, he thought. For a moment, he had to look back at her. He had to figure her out. What a nut. An oddball. A—
"Loony." And he walked away, shaking his head, feeling a little less furious than he had been before, and quite a bit more befuddled from the conversation he'd just had with one Luna Lovegood. He hoped, for his sanity's sake, he'd never have to have another one with her again.