Author's Note: A series of Draco/Luna flash fictions written for the HPFC OTP Boot Camp Challenge. Write stories for prompts about one pairing. Will be posted a few at a time. Subtitles are the prompt the flash fiction was written for. Enjoy, and please review!

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Draco is convinced that the History of Magic lesson can't get any worse when Luna Lovegood leans over his shoulder. "Ooh, is that a Thestral you're drawing? It's a pretty one, isn't it?" She's just quiet enough that Binns doesn't notice, with a mystical grin on her face.

"What do you care, Loony?" He moves so that his arm covers the artwork on the parchment that was supposed to be for notes. Draco looks back at her for a second, at the straggly blonde hair coming loose from a bun, straying on her pale cheeks. Then he turns away, shoves the parchment back into his bag. Wasn't like he was writing anything, anyways.

"Are you able to see Thestrals, or have you just looked at pictures?"

He ignores her, folds his arms on the table and lays his head down on them.

"Hmm, Draco?" She tries to touch his shoulder to get his attention as he jerks away.

"What is your problem?" he hisses, loud enough that someone nearby shushes him, and he shoots them a glare in return. He talks quieter. "And who says it's a Thebgral, anyway?"

"A Thebgral? I can't say I've heard of them…."

He hits his head against the table a few times and groans, checks the time. Twenty minutes left. He may just snap before then. Wait until he tells his father that Loony Lovegood is trying to distract him from his lessons; she'll be out of Hogwarts right away, and he'll never have to look at those creepy silver eyes from across the Great Hall again.

Though it's probably his fault he's staring in the first place.

playful

Luna walks by herself along the edges of the lake, and Draco can't help but notice, from where he leans against a tree trunk, that she's straying dangerously close to the Forbidden Forest. A warning keeps forming on his lips, but it never escapes.

Eventually he stands, and approaches her, trademark Malfoy smirk on his face. She's worse than a first year, sometimes. "Wouldn't go there if I were you, Loony," he calls.

She spins around, quick enough to tangle her hair and scarf together. Then she grins, and runs towards him, and for a second Draco's afraid that she's going to try and hug him or something, when she pokes his shoulder and says, "You're it!"

"What the bloody h—" He stops himself and gives in with a shake of his head, and runs after her as she squeals and runs around the tree trunk a few times. He's out of breath after a while; she's a faster runner than he would've expected, and he doesn't do much running at Quidditch practice for experience. "Come on, give me a break," he tries, just wanting to win somehow to prove a point.

She reverses directions, slower, and moves towards him. He taps her shoulder, and within a second taps him back.

"Oh, no fair. That's cheating."

"No, that's winning."

He has to give in to the cheery, childish look on her face, reluctantly.

enamoured

It's at breakfast one day that Draco begins to worry. Goyle's caught him watching her again, and he's starting to wonder why he always does that. What's so damn captivating about her? Stupid, naïve Loony Lovegood. The crazy girl. Even Potter can't deny that.

But….

She's different, and he likes that, because he's different, too. Just not in the same way. But she gets him, and what he needs, in a way that not a lot of other people can. He tells himself it's just because she's a Ravenclaw; they're supposed to be the smart-alecks, aren't they? The ones who know everything, even about him?

Granger pretends to know that, too, but she's in Gryffindor. Damn them, too.

"Dra-co!" someone sings behind him, a too familiar ring in his ears. He gets one second of preparation before she's wrapping her arms up around his neck, suffocating him, and the others are laughing wildly. He coughs, but it doesn't dissuade them.

"Wha-at?" he asks, mocking her tone.

"You left your book in Charms," she says, and lets go of him, pulls it out of her bag, in perfect condition, and hands it to him.

"Uh, thanks."

"Mmhmm." She ruffles his hair like he's a puppy and he scowls as she walks away. He goes to shove the book in his bag when a note falls out of it.

Love, oh love, and its pretty face; it hides in shadows, sometimes out of place.

Damn Lovegood and her little games.

into the fire

Luna wanders into Honeyduke's, aiming a princess-like wave at the cashier while her fluffy white skirt swirls around her legs. Draco turns at the sound of the door's bell from where he is in the corner and his eyes follow her movements. She spots him, waves at him too, then scurries over.

"Draco! Have you seen the new liquorice wand colors? They're just lovely."

There's a batch of snapdragon flowers on a barrette in hair that matches her skirt, which he examines. "Oh. No, I haven't," he answers finally.

"That's all right; I'll show you." She takes him by the hand and starts to drag him off while he splutters. Who gave her permission to touch him, let alone pull him around? Then again, he's not complaining much, not as much as he would with some others. Her hand is soft and warm in his, and she chatters as they walk across the store, and kisses him on the cheek once.

They get stares; he's not surprised, but still irritated. Yet he gives in to her.

At the liqourice wand display, she shows him all the new variations with too much fascination, and he lets go of her, takes a step away, and pretends to listen, smiles and nods like he does to his father's friends. But she's not just a friend of his fathers, and not just a friend of his, either, not exactly.

After a few seconds he gets the urge to hold her hand again, to return her kiss and actually talk. So he gives in to that, too.

generosity

"Happy Christmas, Draco!" He felt happy when he heard that Luna was staying for the holidays, and yet, now, he feels a bit overwhelmed. Although he's almost glad to feel like that. She hugs him tightly and presses a strangely-wrapped gift into his hands. The thought of rejecting it comes to his mind, but Draco never says no to presents.

"Thanks," he gets out, awkwardly, and pulls out a much more neatly-packaged box wrapped in shiny, Slytherin-colored paper. He had no idea what to get her, but he thinks that this should do the trick. Luna can be made happy with simple things. She thanks him, and they look at each other, but neither makes a move at unwrapping their gift.

Draco laughs somewhat uncomfortably, and then turns to look towards the Slytherin table. "Well, I should be… getting back…."

She nods vigorously and then half-skips away, curls bouncing around her shoulders. He watches her, then goes back to his friends. They tease him, What, is that from your little girlfriend or something? He scowls and puts her present in his bag for later. He probably doesn't want to open it here, anyways. Mostly he hopes it's not alive and it won't kill him.

Even if Luna Lovegood just might.