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Title: Flashback
Pairing: Draco Malfoy / Astoria Greengrass
Word Count: 775
Disclaimer: In the majestic words of Tya, "Don't own them, blah blah blah. "

   It had been years since Draco had thought of Luna. Odd that she would cross his mind today.The day he was to ask Astoria’s hand in marriage.
    Luna Lovegood. Draco thought back to the hours they spent alone in that storage closet. She was not the kinky girl I had thought she would be. She was soft, and gentle. What did I ever see in her?
    Luna was nothing like Astoria at all. Astoria was a loud mouth with the palest blue eyes. Her short brown hair was pointing in every direction, not a single hair looking out a place. Astoria had been a Slytherin, just like Draco. She had fit in with all the other Slytherin girls, like Pansy Parkinson.
    Pansy Parkinson, Draco mused, was a very enthusiastic shag. She liked it rough, fast and hard. Although, and at this Draco laughed to himself, she always did seem eager to please me.
    Draco was still in awe that he could be thinking about tying the knot. Honestly! He was eighteen, and he supposed he was in love. He didn’t hate Astoria’s guts. And something about her was different. She wasn’t the brainless “damsel in distress” that guys apparently found endearing or whatnot.
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Title: Seven Minutes In The Loony Bin.
Pairing: Luna Lovegood / Draco Malfoy
Word Count: 1244
Disclaimer: In the majestic words of Tya, "Don't own them, blah blah blah. " 

        Draco knew he was not the most attractive male in school. He was not the smartest, or the wittiest or the most athletic, but he had this unbelievable aura that made it hard to believe he was not a god. His confidence was not to be shaken. Even Potter, his sworn enemy, slightly feared and awed him. Not that a Malfoy would have anything to do with a muggle empathizer.

          The hallways were clogged with pathetic excuses for wizards. Why did Hogwarts let this scum in? What was even the point of the entire Hufflepuff house? They weren’t brave, they weren’t smart, they certainly weren’t cunning. They were just “loyal”. The only thing “loyal” people were good for were servants. And they certainly did not need to learn past second maybe third year.

          “Oof!” Malfoy looked down. Luna Lovegood was a good head shorter than himself.

          “Excuse you.” Malfoy snarled.

          Luna swatted at Malfoy’s ear. “Wrackspurts! They’re in season, right now. You should watch out. My father tells me their bites can cause you to sprout the most horrible boils on the inside of your left nostril.”

          Luna Lovegood was such an oddity. The fact that she hadn’t been locked up in St. Mungo’s yet left Malfoy in disgust. She was not normal. She was, perhaps, the only one who seemed completely unaware of Malfoy’s superiority. It, frankly, left Malfoy flabbergasted and little self-conscious.
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Continues in Flashback.
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    The mind-shrivelling, uncomfortable, sticky, sticky heat of the sun glared down at her. Kyla stared up at with scorn, squinting at it’s blinding brightness. It had been muggy-hot all month. And it appeared that for the sun had showed up for her birthday. May 19th, a Monday. How disappointing.
    She sipped from her zero-calorie, zero-sugar drink. It was dry, just like her mouth, just like the grass, just like her life. Reminiscing on her weekend, she honestly couldn’t remember what she had done. Had she even left house? She didn’t think so.
    Kyla stretched and rolled her neck. It was so stiff. She must’ve slept funny, she thought. She got up to stretch her legs a bit too. They were stiff too, but that was just from sitting on her ass all day at home.


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Nicole Louise

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