Notes: Soon-to-be depressing story about Draco Malfoy and Luna Lovegood. It will most likely move pretty fast. I'm not that good at stretching stories out. Ignore any errors and enjoy!
Warning: Suicidal themes, self harm, cursing, the like
Summary: He was so far under, all he could see was her
Disclaimer: I don't own anything
Reminder: Please review!

Save me from the nothing I've become
-Evanescence, Bring Me to Life

If it hadn't been for Mitchell Ride, some stupid seventh year who thought he was all that, I wouldn't have met Draco Malfoy. Mitchell had supposedly taken my shoes and magically glued them to the side of the Astronomy Tower. It was only the first weekend of the year, and he had already taken a lot of my possessions. Everyone. It seemed, had hidden something of mine in the five years I've been here at Hogwarts.

I waited in my room until the other girls headed to dinner. I was embarrassed by the fact that I was shoeless. When I was certain everyone was in the Great Hall, I hurried to the Astronomy Tower. I was halfway up the tower when someone came rushing down the stairs and knocked into me.

"Watch it!"

It was Draco Malfoy.

"Loony Lovegood? What are you doing here?"

"Luna," I mumbled, not looking at him; a habit that I was trying to break.

"What?" he demanded, his voice sounding sharp.

"My name is Luna." I told him, looking up to his face. I almost took a step back. His face had changed from the last time I had seen it, though it was last year and from a distance. It was thinner and paler, with dark bags under his eyes. There was something else, I just couldn't put my finger on it.

He shrugged, obviously not caring. That was typical; I knew that. There was a pause. I realized he was waiting for an answer to the second part of his question.

"Mitchell Ride magically glued my shoes to the side of the tower. I wouldn't care normally, but it's only the second week of school. I kind of need them."

"They're there."

I was shocked. "What were you doing, trying to fly like a Curly Eared Harot? They aren't good fliers."

He gave me a dirty look. "It's none of your business."

I shrugged. "Fine." He was right, it wasn't my business.

He sneered and pushed around me. I listened as his footsteps faded. He must be going to dinner now. A breeze met me when I stepped outside. I closed my eyes briefly. It felt so much better than the stuffy castle.

Remembering why I was there, I went to the edge of the tower and leaned against the short wall, looking around. I didn't see them. Maybe I had been lied to. Maybe my shoes were up in the Owlery, like last year.

I leaned farther over the wall and squinted hard. I saw them, about halfway down the tower, a good 20 or 30 feet down. I slipped and almost fell, but luckily caught my balance.

Breathing hard from the almost accident that would have left me dead, I pulled back from the edge.

"Accio shoes." I said, waving my wand.

Nothing happened. I tried again, using more force behind my words. Still nothing happened. I tried being more specific with, "Accio Luna Lovegood's shoes!"

Thankfully they came up the tower. The right shoe had a small tear on the side. I held it closer to my face. It wasn't that bad. I dropped the left shoe.

"Reparo," I mumbled, frustrated, as I bent down to pick up the shoe and leaving the tower.

After that day, I saw Draco Malfoy everywhere. Every time I looked up, he would be there. Sometimes I would even get a strange urge to turn around. He was always there. It was like I was his stalker.

Like a true stalker, I noticed little things here and there whenever I saw him. Like how he wasn't sneering as much as I remembered (he was always sneering). Or like how he looked uncomfortable with his friends (did Draco Malfoy have friends, or were they just followers?). And even like how he ignored Harry Potter, his rival since anybody can remember (actually, it was their first year, first night, when Harry refused to be Draco's friend), even when Harry taunted him.

And the worst part was nobody else seemed to notice.

I didn't like the fact that I had such a lock on him, and I hated the fact my eyes would follow him while he walked past me. But I couldn't look away.

He met my gaze once, just after Potions. I was leaving the dungeon, finally, while he was entering it.

I saw the hint of something, the same something from yesterday, in his eyes. I had heard of people putting walls up to hide what they were feeling, but I hadn't experienced it in life. That is, until that moment.

I tried to figure out what he was hiding in that passing second. He just sneered at me as he went strutting into the Potions classroom.

Sometimes I couldn't help but wonder what it was that drew me to him. What was it about him that made me so desperate to figure out the mystery that was Draco Malfoy.

Maybe it was because…he was just like me.

Actually, he was nothing like me. We lived in two completely different worlds. The only reason our paths crossed was because we went to school together.

This was going to drive me crazy.