A/N: I don't own HP, I'm not JKR, and I make no profit from this fic.

Please enjoy the last and final chapter to UFIO! If there is enough interest I may toy with the idea of a sequel. Maybe. We'll see eh? But until then please enjoy this!

Draco felt Luna stiffen underneath him and he felt an odd pull in his chest. Something confusing, that he couldn't quite figure out. He was glad that she was at last showing some sort of response to him and his actions but at the same time he wasn't used to this particular reaction. Witches usually responded to his kisses rather positively, in fact. All of the girls he had been with before would sigh, gasp, groan, or occasionally giggle. He never once had a bird he was kissing do this.

His pride persuaded him to increase his efforts, attempting to massage her mouth with his own. If he could only get her lips between his teeth or his tongue in her mouth… he knew he could make her melt in his hands and then this annoyance, this fire, this inexplicable fury would be slaked and he could move on with his plans to ruin Potter, knowing he had finally bested Loony Lovegood.

And then she was finally responding. She was kissing him back in a oddly curious fashion, he decided. Like she were exploring. Discovering.

Draco longed to sigh into her mouth but restrained himself, he didn't want her to know what he was thinking or feeling. He needed to maintain the integrity of the situation. He wanted to prove that he could manipulate her responses to him just like he could with anybody else at this bloody school. And to do that he needed to maintain control of himself.

As she began responding to his mouth, kissing him back and matching his actions, he allowed his hands to release her wrists and he instead brought them to her hair and around her small, willowy frame. He pressed himself harder against her, hoping to elicit a sigh or even a moan, if he could, from the insane girl in his arms. But she did neither of those things. He felt her mouth open slightly against his lips and he took the opportunity immediately. His tongue reached confidently past her lips to find her tongue. Draco felt a swell of pride and accomplishment in his chest as she sighed into his mouth.

He felt her smile under his mouth and again felt that strong sense of pride pump through his veins. Her arms trailed lightly up his sides, gently feeling their way, unhurried up and around his neck and Draco nearly pulled away to cheer in triumph. To gloat at his accomplishment.

Nearly.

But he was unable to hold back the guttural groan that he felt vibrate through his chest, up his throat and into her curious mouth as she gently twirled the hair at the base of his neck between those slim fingers he detested so much. Who could hardly believe that after everything he had been doing to make Luna's life miserable in the last year that this, snogging the living daylights out of the witch, was the way to achieve a response. He couldn't understand why this was what she responded to. Why this had her acknowledging him and in such a positive fashion. Shouldn't she be pushing him away? Shouldn't she be cursing him, his name, and his House for thinking he could touch and hold her like this?

He felt her starting to pull away in the small amount of space he had left for her and tightened his grip in her hair. He would not have her walking away from him now. Not when it was just getting good. He decided in that split second to do what he could to keep her from pushing away from him. He held her head where it was and allowed his mouth to flutter across the skin of her cheek, pressing quick and light kisses until he found her jaw to apply a similar experience. He nibbled and licked his way down to her neck and felt her squirm beneath him. From arousal or repulsion he wasn't entirely sure.

But he knew of a way to find out.

He applied more pressure with his kisses, harder nips with his teeth, and swifter swipes of his tongue and found himself rewarded with an answer to his question as he felt her hands drift from his neck to his shoulders, giving a light squeeze. He found himself running out of her sweet skin and in a split second decided to pull at and loosen her tie to gain further access to some of his favorite spots on any girl. As he felt his lips reach her collarbone he bit her hard, harder than he had been and in his enthusiasm for his win, harder than he really meant to. But as Luna Lovegood gasped, groaned, and relaxed into his arms, he realized he made the right choice. He kissed the spot he knew he must have injured and followed it up with a wide lap of his tongue. She tasted surprisingly sweet, nearly sickening, but Draco couldn't help but enjoy and desire more of it. More of the sugar that seemed to ooze from her, seemed to make up her being and essence.

And then she managed to work her lips to his own jaw and the things he felt with the contact of her soft, sweet lips made him tense. He wanted to groan. He wanted to sigh. He wanted to growl. But more than anything else he wanted not to feel as affected by her as he was. She was running her tongue along his neck and it was everything he could do to keep from responding to her.

Until she gently blew on the wet spot of his neck he had been doing alright. He had been maintaining his control but now he knew… he knew that it wasn't him. It was never him. She was the one who was allowing this to happen. She was the one who was exploring his response to her and not he to hers. Her resolve was stronger than his. She was using his frantic and desperate attempt at impacting her as an opportunity to explore him and learn about him instead of succumbing to his actions.

But then he heard it and he wasn't sure if he was annoyed to be interrupted or glad to be given an excuse to regain his composure. Hearing the unmistakable footfalls of his Housemates thundering down the hallway Draco sprang away from Luna quickly and just in time.

"What did I tell you, gentlemen?" Blaise Zabini said suddenly as he, Vincent Crabbe, and Gregory Goyle came around the corner. "Playing with Loony, again." The trio stopped in the hallway taking in the scene.

Draco watched as Luna, dazed, brought a hand to her slightly reddened, swollen mouth and he could only hope that he didn't look quite so thoroughly snogged as she did with her wide eyes, mussed hair, and heavy breathing.

"Still walking around barefoot?" Blaise snorted and shook his head. Draco allowed a breathe of relief at the fact that his daft, moronic Housemates seemed to have no clue about what had been happening between them. "I thought Ravenclaws were supposed to be clever." Blaise baited and Luna brought her bright, wide, blue eyed gaze back to him and away from himself, he realized with slight ire.

"I rather like going barefoot." She replied in her usual dreamy voice. "I fail to see what that has to do with the qualifications for my House." Draco could feel the lines in his forehead set as her usual dreamy voice returned. Her breathing was regulating and Draco felt himself feeling the loss of his effects on her person and her body.

"Come on, Malfoy. You can play with Loony, later. It's not like she'll find her shoes anytime soon. Snape asked for us to come to his office." Blaise was saying to him.

"I'll meet you lot down there. We have a conversation to finish. I'll only take a moment." Draco responded, keeping his eyes fixed on the Ravenclaw before him. As well and as thoroughly as their kisses and nibbles and licks had worked to sooth the burning annoyance he always felt, looking at her now he felt the longing to cause response in her tenfold. All he wanted was to pin her back against that wall and make her scream his name to the castle towers.

Blaise laughed with a nod while Vincent and Gregory chuckled thickly after him. "Very well. Don't get yourself in detention for making Ravenclaw's Nutcase crack down the middle. We'll see you later."

Draco could see in his peripheral vision that Blaise and his other idiot Housemates were leaving but he couldn't tear his eyes away from Lovegood. Her blue eyes followed the black swish of the capes around the corner and Draco took the opportunity of the distraction to take a few steps toward her, until her eyes flicked back toward him and he froze, mid step in the hallway.

"We were having a conversation?" She asked, finally pushing herself gently off the wall where she had been leaning up until this point. "How provocative." She turned from him with that and Draco felt his jaw relax, going slack. His father would have been appalled to see the look on his son's face as he watched Loony fucking Lovegood regain her smooth, unhurried gate like nothing had happened between them. Like he hadn't just had the snog of his life. Like she hadn't.

Draco's pride refused to acknowledge the idea that maybe it hadn't.

Draco just stared after her as she went, she didn't even turn over her shoulder to see how he, himself was fairing. She really didn't care. She really didn't.

Draco's eyebrows rose and his jaw locked, tense as he realized just how little an impact he had made. Despite her responses, despite his own, and despite the heat they had just shared she was able to walk away, just like that, leaving him stranded in the middle of the drafty hallway alone without so much as a "Gee wiz, what a kiss."

She just walked away.

Draco felt his fingers curl into fists and his shoulders tense as her robes dragged around the corner. He screamed and screamed and screamed as the fury, annoyance, and hatred of the daft, loony girl filled him to the brim and spilled over in his vocalization. His chest heaved, his eyes lit with a fire he had never known. Not even Harry Saint Potter made him feel this way. His hands flew to his hair, gripping his platinum locks at the roots, dropping to a sudden crouch. He took a suddering breath and shook his head gently.

This wasn't the end.

This could only be the beginning.