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Draco
Luna was waiting for him just outside the Great Hall's doors.
"I think that went very well, wouldn't you say?" She said brightly.
"They certainly seemed upset." Draco muttered.
"They were. What are you planning to do now you have their attention?"
There was a significant pause as Draco attempted to answer her question.
"I... suppose... I hadn't really thought that far ahead yet." He said carefully.
"Being Gryffindors, they're likely to try to confront you about it very soon." She suddenly looked quite serious. "As much as I've offered to help you, I won't let my friends be hurt, Draco."
He scoffed, "I don't want to maim Potter, I want to irritate him."
Luna smiled gently and nodded.
"In that case, perhaps we should simply carry on as if we're together. Harry won't attack you, so long as you don't hurt me. You're my friend too, after all. It's sure to get under his skin, thinking that you're manipulating and using me for your own gain."
Draco blinked at her.
"What do you mean 'thinking'? I am using you."
Luna smiled wider.
"If you say so."
Then she leaned up on her toes and kissed his cheek.
Draco, bewildered, put a hand up to his face and watched as she skipped away down the hall.
What just happened?
and, more importantly...
What on Earth was Luna Lovegood?