What Happens When Blue Meets Green

A/N: Hi guys, this is my first fanfiction so I'm not really that experienced in what most fanfiction readers enjoy. I tried to write in a style that would satisfy at least myself if I were to read it. It would be really helpful if you'd review it and give suggestions on how to improve! This may include some AU.

Chapter 1

Luna skipped onto the Hogwarts express, her long blonde hair flowing behind her like a strands of sunshine and her cerulean eyes twinkling with anticipation. The summer holiday had been packed with perpetual hunting for Crumple-Horned Snorkacks with her dad but she had missed her new found friends a lot. Friends! She thought to herself ecstatically. She'd never had friends before; she'd always been "Loony Lovegood" who only ever thought of Nargles and Blibbering Humdingers. Of course that wasn't true; although she was intensely interested in the prospect of becoming a naturalist and discovering all sorts of whimsical and ethereal animals, her mind was occupied with more sensible thoughts like other teenage witches and witches, such as learning magic which fascinated her beyond anything, and her friends, which she had longed to have for four years. The name Loony Lovegood had never really made her upset, why should she worry over the insipid opinions of close-minded teenagers after all?

As she stepped onto the train, Luna spotted a beacon of ginger hair owned by Ron Weasley, and heard the insistent voice of Hermione Granger in one of the carriages. This of course meant Harry would be there too! Luna couldn't thank Harry enough for all he'd done, ever since the Dumbledore's Army meetings last year he had made her feel welcome like no-one ever had before. At the end of the year she'd even fought alongside the famous trio at the Ministry of Magic, and helped them out by suggesting they rode the thestrals. Luna couldn't help but grin at that, to think she'd assisted Harry Potter and his friends! But unfortunately Harry's godfather Sirius had died there and that left all six of the teenagers who had fought at the ministry feeling morose and dejected. A lot of people at Hogwarts only really noticed Harry because he was famous, but Luna didn't care about things like that. What drew her to Harry was his kindness, bravery and acceptance, plus he was extremely talented in his magical ability which gained him a lot of respect from Luna.

Luna shook herself from her thoughts and skipped blissfully towards the carriage where her friends awaited. Suddenly a towering figure with slick blonde hair collided rather vigorously into her petite figure. She stumbled backwards and looked into the boy's stormy grey eyes. Her wand flew out from behind her ear where she kept it for safekeeping. "Watch where you're going Loony!" The boy spat. Draco Malfoy. She felt no sympathy for him after the horrible things he'd said to her friends in the past. He had called Hermione a mudblood for goodness sake! Luna picked up her wand sheepishly.

"I believe you are mistaken, it seemed you purposefully bumped into me. You may have wrackspurts floating around your head, you should check that out with Madame Pomfrey." Luna retorted serenely, not trying to be unkind but Draco still looked taken aback. He quickly painted a look of disgust onto his pale face.

"What the fuck are wrackspurts? I don't even know why I'm still talking to you Lovegood."

He began to walk away as Luna said, "There is no need or that kind of language. I'm sorry if I upset you, Draco." He spun around, anger setting alight the confusion that had settled in his eyes. "What did you just call me?!" He yelled at her.

"I-" Luna began, but was swiftly cut off.

"Nobody calls me Draco, but my friends. Which you most certainly are not." Draco growled, his face inches from hers. Luna's heart was beating faster than the wheels of the train that were just beginning to turn but she tried to keep her voice steady. She opened her mouth to say something, when the train lurched forward and she stumbled into Draco. He looked like he was about to hex her but seemed of think better of it, when a boy with bright green eyes and a lightning scar strode into the carriage. "Stay away from her, Malfoy." Harry snarled, gently taking Luna's arm and pulling her towards their seats. Draco turned away without another word and swaggered into his own compartment where his sneering Slytherin classmates awaited.

"Thank you Harry!" Luna said, a smile paralysed to her face as she recalled the joyful memories of the previous year at the sight of her first friend's face.

"No problem, I don't get what Malfoy's problem is! How was your summer anyway?" Harry grinned opening the door to the compartment where Hermione, Ron, Ginny and Neville were lounging around talking animatedly.
"We didn't manage to spot any crumple horned Snorkacks this year. It was still very pleasant though!" Luna beamed, and turned to the other four. "Hello!"

They all greeted each other and exchanged stories of their summers. Luna ordered some Pepper Imps (sweets that make you breathe fire) from the trolley, and delighted in the curls of orange flame that emanated from her mouth.

Draco threw himself onto the seat of the Hogwarts express with a sigh that was made from all the emotions that had been clogging up his arteries. Pansy Parkinson stroked his arm soothingly, "Don't worry, whatever the task the dark lord has set you will go just fine."

He rolled his eyes, Pansy didn't know anything; apart from she adored him so obviously she had some things right! She didn't understand the weight of the responsibility he held was. She thought he was just trying to prove himself to the Voldemort, when really he just wanted to help his family. And Loony Lovegood had just completely disconcerted him on his way to the sixth year Slytherin carriage. He had been fulfilling his duty as school bully, as much as the summer had changed him, he felt the need to keep up appearances, and decided to purposefully bump in to her. He had winced as she fell backwards but suddenly she had begun to talk back at him, it was only to be expected from a friend of bloody Saint Potter; but Luna had seemed more of the quiet type who never really talked to anyone or had any friends. And she had called him Draco. A friend of Potter's would never do anything like that. Only his friends and family called him Draco, even though it was his name! I guess people know they're not worthy of speaking my first name, Draco chuckled to himself, but immediately abandoned the thought. He needed to think better of Potter if he was truly going to be the one to assuage Voldemort. Draco thirsted for Voldemort to be gone so his family could be safe and he didn't have to fulfil the task that had been set him. He longed for the taste of freedom flowing past his parched lips.

Draco had found himself desperate for help. Desperate enough even for Harry Potter. He sighed wearily, remembering as a child being told by his father that he would be famous in Hogwarts for being from a rich, pureblood family. Yeah right, famous for being a bully maybe. Draco had believed that people would be begging for his friendship, but Harry Potter, the boy who lived and who he had believed had changed the world for the better had rejected him. And as he'd rescinded the offer he swore never to become friends with Harry Potter or any of his companions. First year Draco hadn't known that insulting a bloody Weasley would make everyone hate him, and then he was accepted only by morons such as Crabbe and Goyle and his life as the Hogwarts Bully began. Of course it had been his choices that made him who he was, if he'd apologised to Weasley and refrained from calling Granger a mudblood, and just been nicer to everyone he could have been friends with Potter, but he hadn't. Now, of course, he wouldn't want to be friends with Scarhead, favoured by that old fool Dumbledore. At the end of the year he always added as many points as he could onto Gryffindor to stop the Slytherins from winning, that was Draco's theory anyway. However, Draco still didn't want to do the task he had been set. He didn't want to kill Dumbledore. His stomach lurched at the thought. He remembered with horror Voldemort whispering in his ear, his own faked expression of delight, Bellatrix hooting fanatically and the look of disgust on his own mother's face.

Narcissa Malfoy had always been different, she didn't find it fun to torture mudbloods and she was never as fervid in Death Eater meetings. Draco found himself admiring his mother for that, but she seemed to never talk to him anymore ever since the task was set. She never really talked to anyone. She stayed locked up in her room, and when she came out Draco could see the tearstains on her pallid cheeks and the wrinkles that had formed around her eyes like tiny ripples of water in a vast ocean of despondent emotion. When he saw her looking so ill and weak it was like his organs were being twisted and pulverised inside of him.

"Draco, Draco are you okay?!" He heard a voice calling. Pansy. Draco shook himself from his thoughts that were licking afflictuously at the edges of his skull and looked at her. Her concerned gaze brushed over him like thick appeasing paint. "Are you okay, you look really ill." She asked him.

"Fine." Draco said, he wasn't sure if he could say any more than one word. Pansy nodded but still looked unsure, and routinely glanced over at him. "Are you sure you don't want to lie down or something?" She asked. Draco smiled; it was nice having someone caring about him for once, even if it could get annoying. He laid his head on her lap and could sense her grinning. The door opened and Blaise Zabini slipped in. Zabini seemed to be somewhat a rival to Draco, he wanted to be adored by his fellow Slytherins as Draco was, and was intensely jealous of him for his position in the Slytherin leadership ladder, the top. They still managed to maintain a kind of friendship that consisted mainly of obsequious conversation and nodding to each other in the corridor. Right now he seemed to be having some trouble with the door, Draco pushed down a laugh that was rising in his throat. Eventually Blaise fell back onto Goyle's lap, and at that Draco laughed aloud, as did all the others. Perhaps this year at Hogwarts wouldn't be so bad, at least he was laughing and smiling again. As Goyle and Zabini snarled at each other furiously, Draco was sure he saw a trainer floating through the air.

Eventually it was time to evacuate the train, and Draco walked out the door with his fellow Slytherins who seemed to be making a bestial game of pushing anxious looking first and second years out of the way. Draco's thoughts flitted back to the image of Luna stumbling backwards, looking contemptuously at him from her blue eyes so cool that it made him shiver. He shook the thought from his mind, had she put him under the imperius curse or something?! The thought was almost laughable if he hadn't remembered the thought of the death eaters shouting imperius at various members of the wizarding world and the blank stares it entailed.

Pansy reached for his hand but Draco had something else on his mind. The flash of white he was sure he's seen flying towards the luggage rack. "You go on." He said, and at that moment Luna Lovegood walked past and giggled slightly at the sight of Pansy's disappointed face. Draco stared at her and when she looked at him her expression of glee almost immediately turned to one of distaste. "What are you looking at Lovegood? I don't appreciate being stared at by unworthy blood traitors." Draco snarled, his annoyance growing by the second.

"I just find it strange that you go around bullying others when you don't have many real ones yourself." The girl said placidly, before bounding ridiculously cheerfully away.
"As if she's one to talk about the number of friends one has." He muttered, before turning to Pansy. "I want to check something." He called to Pansy, looking away quickly, and returned to the carriage.

Once in there Draco pointed his wand at the spot where he had seen the mysterious shoe retreat to. "Petrificus Totalus!" He shouted. And a few seconds later a cacophonous and ear splitting crash resounded at his feet. A blanket of some sort slid from the body and revealed none other than the stupid chosen one. Impulsively Draco began to speak, pure revulsion in his voice. "I thought so, I heard Goyle's trunk hit you. And I thought I saw something white flash through the air after Zabini came back." His eyes lingered on Harry's trainers. "That was you blocking the door when Zabini came back in I suppose? You didn't hear anything I care about Potter, but whilst I've got you here…"
Draco impetuously stamped down on Harry's face. A lurid cracking sound swan through the air and blood spurted from Harry's nose like crimson lava.

Draco cursed his stupidity immediately and abandoned the feeling ecstasy that had resided within him. How was Potter ever going to listen to him now? Draco threw the cloak over Harry, he couldn't afford to get into trouble for anything now, so maybe if Potter didn't end up at Hogwarts no-one would find out…
Hopefully by the time he got back, which Draco was sure he would find a way to do, he would be too ecstatic to be at Hogwarts to say anything.

He strode out of the room and accidentally trod on Harry's fingers. He was losing concentration, maybe Lovegood's craziness was contagious, turning him barmy. He traipsed off the train trying to tell himself not to think of Loony Lovegood which, of course, meant he was thinking about her the whole time.