Luna sat in the Dinning Hall reading the storybook from her childhood. She normally sat at the Gryffindor table with her friend Ginny Weasley, but today Ginny had been late. She didn't mind, she had been content with reading the storybook again, as she done as many times as how many hairs there were on Dumbledore's beard.

An ancient land created by a magical lion named Aslan, that four children discover one day from the back of a wardrobe. The land was covered in winter as the White Witch ruled. But the four children, being Daughters of Eve and Sons of Adam, were able to save the land, and they were crowned Kings and Queens, of Narnia. The name sounded so imaginary, but then again so was the world.

"Hey Loony, whatcha reading?" A Skytherin boy passed her and picked her book out of her hands. She turned to watch him flip through it, mockingly.

"Look, Little Loony has a child's book." Another boy said laughing.

"Give that back." Luna said, standing up, and trying to reach for the book.

"Sure." The boy took out his wand and was about to cast a spell when a voice from the hall silence the three Slytherins.

"Give her the book back." Harry Potter was standing at the end of the table, with younger of the male Weasleys, and Hermione Granger at his sides, and the Golden Trio had the three Slytherins at wandpoint.

"You're lucky Saint Potter was here to save the day." One of the boys said, and dropped the book at her feet. The three left the Hall, and as the Golden Trio moved forward, Luna saw Ginny behind them.

She sat back in her seat, and Harry came up behind her placing his hand on her shoulder. "Are you okay, Luna?"

She turned to look up at him, and smiled. Luna studied the Chosen One's eyes, a beautiful mixture of emerald green with an outer ring of light blue. From their first encounter Luna had dubbed a bit of a hero crush on Harry, but she had easily observed that Ginny had feelings for him, and he clearly was dealing with his rising ones for her. The observation let Luna quickly conclude that it was just a hero crush.

Harry must of noticed her thoughts were traveling because he leaned closer to her face with somewhat of a concerned expression. "Luna, I asked if you were okay."

His voice brought her back to the present. "I'm always okay, Harry."

"Good." He nodded and sat down next to her. Hermione and the Weasley siblings sat across from them, while the Weasleys and Harry started a conversation up about Quidditch.

"What book are you reading, Luna?" Hermione asked her. The Gryffindor house, specifically Ron and his brothers, had always made it abundantly clear that the prefect had a knack for books.

"Oh a child's tale, my mother used to read to me." Luna said, flipping through the book once more. She stopped at a certain page, her favorite if you must, and she traced the letters of one of the characters' names.

"What's it about?" Hermione asked, trying to look over the tower of pumpkin pastries in front of them to get a nice look at the cover.

Luna didn't really feel up to answering, fearing more humiliation. She knew that the Trio among others meant well, but Luna could hear the things that the other students said about her. Luna rose from her seat, and smiled back to the four, before exiting the hall without a word.

"What was that about?" Harry asked, turning to Hermione.

Before she could answer, Ron laughed. "Who knows with Luna."

His sister gave him a firm elbow to the ribs causing him to spit up his breakfast. They watched as the blonde haired Ravenclaw skipped out of the Hall, as she usually did.

Luna was wandering the halls mindlessly in the late hours of the night. She was nearing the Gryffindor dormitory, Ginny had told her the password many times, so she whispered it to the Grey Lady, and she let the girl inside. Luna saw in the dim light a dark haired boy, but assumed it was Harry.

She was surprised to see when she sat down on the couch next to him, it was Neville. Or he was Neville. Neville looked over to her and smiled.

"Hello Nevile." She said, bringing her feet up to sit in a crisscross position, and looked to see that the fire that was normally roaring to life it had no spark what so ever.

"It's weird isn't it? Seeing it so-so-" Neville thought of a word for the silence of the fire.

"Lifeless." Luna provided. He looked to her with a raised eyebrow but then looked back towards the fire with a sullen face.

"Just like us." Neville whispered, and Luna shivered at the thought. The looming war over Hogwarts haunted each of them, especially Harry, and Luna didn't like to think about it.

"Are you cold?" Neville asked, and Luna didn't have the heart to tell the boy no, as he ripped his Gryffindor sweater off him, and held it out to her.

"Thank you, Neville." She smiled. He looked to her to take it, and she instead raised her arms high over her head. He smiled awkwardly, and then slid the large sweater over her small figure.

Luna folded out the creases, his sweater was probably three sizes larger. They sat in comfortable silence, but when it neared curfew time, she stood up and went to leave and Neville followed her.

"I'll walk you to your common room." He said stepping out of the portrait.

"I'm fine, thank you though." She smiled and started skipping down the hallway, she then realized she still had his sweater, she turned to yell for him but he was already inside the common room.

She shrugged and started toward her dormitory. The portrait said a silly stupid riddle, and she was about to answer it when she realized: she didn't know. Luna sighed and sat on the outside of the portrait. This had happened many times before, why had they even put her in Ravenclaw. She knew Filch would be around sometime to give her detention so she rose, and found herself again mindlessly walking down the hallways.

She realized she was nearing the room of and she smiled. She simply closed her eyes and then the door appeared. She slowly entered inside to realize that it was already in use. She noticed the familiar hair color one similar of her own.

"Draco." She whispered.

He turned around and she flinched, she had hoped he hadn't seen her. But when he had, she sighed. He hadn't the energy or patience to mock her.

"What are you doing here, Luna?" Draco asked, closing the cabinet door that he was previously looking into.

Luna had not off set that he had called her by her name, but she simply smiled, and walked slowly to stand next to him, the Slytherin eyed the Ravenclaw curiously. She was one of Potter's friends, but her odd nature had sparked curiosity in him none the less.

She had never paid any attention to anything he or his friends said, but she certainly was the first to defend Potter had they said something to him. If he had to think about it she would be fifth. Weasley, Granger, Weaslette, and that Longbottom ahead of her. Maybe she had bit of a crush, like the Weaslette.

The two stood in comfortable silence, looking anywhere but at each other, and he was about ready to leave when they heard voices. Draco's eyes widened and Luna seemed calm and collective, she took his hand and moved towards the back of the room where a large sheet covered something.

"That wasn't there before." Draco insisted.

Luna pulled back the curtain to reveal a wardrobe. He looked at her questioningly, and but she simply pulled the door open and stepped inside. Draco looked towards the entrance and then followed her with a sigh. She was sitting on the floor with her legs crossed, he sat down on the opposite side and brought his knees up to his chest.

She was watching him, over the year she had noticed Draco seemed almost ill. His skin was pale, he had large circles under his eyes from lack of sleep, and his eyes themselves seemed distant. She noticed he moved fragile now, his hands would shake when reaching for a book, and his fingers twitched when he gripped his wand to perform a spell.

He must of noticed her staring and he looked up at her. "You're staring is making me uncomfortable."

Draco obviously surprised himself at how kindly he was speaking to Luna, it may have been that outrageous mocking and fighting might alert whoever was roaming around, or that he just didn't have the energy to fight with the girl when she honestly wasn't doing anything wrong.

"You seem ill." She said, breaking the silence.

"Excuse me?" He asked.

"Sick-like. Is something stressing you Draco?" She said his name the way his mother used to. When his father addressed him it was always stern and forceful, but his mother was sweet and caring.

"I'm fine." He said standing quickly, but he bonked his head on the top of it. She stood up with him, as he was now hunched over to avoid smashing his head again.

"You'll have quite the bump." She said, running her fingers threw his hair, and over his scalp. He winced slightly as her finger graced the spot, and she smiled softly. She ran her finger along the circle of sensitive skin around it, and Draco felt himself tense at the touch.

He backed away, smiling softly, not trying to alarm the girl. But he found that he did not feel the back of the wardrobe, but that there was a slight breeze. He dismissed as Luna tried to get closer to him.

"Draco!" She called as she saw sunlight and grass behind him, however he did not pay attention to her, and he fell backwards onto the grass, and she reached out to stop him from falling but his force only pulled her down with him, and she fell on top of the Slytherin.

"Umph." Draco exclaimed, reaching for his head. Luna gripped at his sides, even though she knew they had hit the ground. She breathed in his scent, it was a mix of pine and wet grass.

Draco looked down at the Ravenclaw gripped at his school robes. He hated noticed til now that she was wearing a Gryffindor vest. Normally, he would have been appalled at this sight, but with her it was somewhat amusing.

"Luna." He said, suppressing his laughter with a few coughs.

"Yes?" She sprung up, her pale eyes filled with surprise, and her hair tussled because of the fall. She was staring at him with such wide eyes Draco couldn't help but let out a laugh.

She sighed. "It's not funny."

The two laughed for a minute, then Draco looked around. It was clear that they were not in Hogwarts anymore. He looked up to where the wardrobe was but it was a simple lamp post. She followed his eyes, searching anywhere for any sign where they set his head back on the grass in a mix of annoyance and exhaustion, giving up.