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It Just Had To Be You	By : Tregan2415 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 31064 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Silence. No one uttered a single word, no one even breathed. The sight of Blaise covered in Luna’s blood would be etched in the teen’s minds for the rest of their lives. Blaise’s hands were shaking terribly and the tears began welling up in his eyes, his damn emotions overtaking him. He didn’t know what to do, should he speak? No, he didn’t have the right words. Wash up? That might make him seem uncaring. Stay here, not moving? Everyone else seemed to be doing the same, perhaps it was best. However standing still wasn’t enough for him, every single cell in his body just wanted him to fall on his knees and scream at the top of his lungs, but he was never one for the dramatics. He had to do something.
            He turned his head towards Harry, “Potter...I....” Harry raised his hand to quiet him.
            “What happened?” he whispered, his voice quivering, out of sadness or anger, Blaise wasn’t sure.
            “She was attacked. I wasn’t there Potter, I’m not sure how it happened, but I was the one to find her, I did everything I could...”
            “Clearly not enough. Where were you? I’m aware she isn’t your mate, but does she not render your protection? She would have done it for you had you been in trouble” Harry hissed through his teeth, his eyes blazing at Blaise.
            “Harry!” Hermione exclaimed, shocked.
            “Harry mate, you’re bang out of order.” Ron said, placing his hand on Harry’s shoulder.
            Harry shrugged it off violently, “Am I? I could ask you the same question, you know. However I will ask a different one, how would you feel if it was Pansy, huh? You would be just as pissed off as I am, even more, given your history of tantrums.”
            “That’s enough Potter,” Draco wheezed, wincing as he stood up, with the help of Hermione. “This wasn’t Blaise’s fault, hell it’s no one’s fault. If anyone is to blame it would be that bastard Devin. We are never going to win if we are attacking one another.”
            “Draco’s right Harry,” Hermione agreed, helping Draco lean against the wall.
            “In your eyes Hermione, he usually is. My rose colored glasses however are removed and I’m finally seeing this group for what is it. Those that aren’t Veela are expendable. Forgive me if I don’t jump to agree with that sentiment. Where is she Zabini?”
                Blaise sighed, “Hospital wing, but I must warn you Potter...”
                “Save it, I’ve heard enough from you, from all of you.” Harry spun on his heel and hurried down the corridor towards the Hospital.
                “Now just wait one moment Potter,” Pansy exclaimed.
                “Save your breath Pans, when he’s this upset, there’s just no getting through to him. Best to just let this one ride out, he will come to his senses soon enough.” Ron said, shaking his head.
                “But, I had such a good rant saved up for a time like this.” Pansy let out a heavy sigh. “I suppose your right, we should probably head back and help out the others still on the grounds.” She looked around at everyone and began walking towards the front doors when everyone nodded.
                “You guys go, I have somewhere to be.” Blaise turned towards Ginny, “don’t worry, I will be fine. It won’t take long. I will meet you for dinner. Save me a plate.” He kissed Ginny quickly on the lips and rushed off.
                “Where do you suppose he’s off too?” Ginny asked, worried for her mate.
                Draco breathed a soft sigh, “If I think I know him half as well as I do, it’s best we leave him. He’s better at this then we are anyways. Let’s go, I heard food and my stomach won’t stop rumbling.”
                Ron frowned, “story of my life.”

                The group chuckled, and began making their way to the grounds.

                Harry sat beside the bedside of Luna, holding her delicate hand in his. She was black and blue all over, white as a ghost. He couldn’t stand to see another in this situation. First Lucius, then Hermione, and now Luna? This was too much.
                Harry spun around when he heard someone clear their throat behind him. He saw Blaise standing in the doorway, his eyes asking for entrance. He scoffed and turned back around, his hand caressing Luna’s face.
                “Potter, please.”
                “No Blaise, I said I didn’t want to hear what you had to say and I meant it. Now go away.”
                “’fraid I can’t do that mate. You are going to hear what I have to say whether you like or not. You don’t get to accuse a person of such things and storm off, especially me.” Blaise grabbed a chair, and carried it over to place it on the other side of Luna’s bed. He sat down, putting his hands in his lap, folding them together. “Now I have no idea where you got this ludacris idea that Luna is not one of us, but that ends now. She has been a part of this group since day one, and the fact that you have the audacity to accuse me of not caring about her is absurd. I care Potter, perhaps more than anyone in this group. Yes, I do love my mate and would protect her with my life, but the same goes for every single one of you. I am probably the most empathetic person here.”
                Harry took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing he said, “Blaise I know, okay? I know, and I’m sorry for what I said, now can we please stop, I don’t think this is the time or the place.” He gestured towards Luna, and turned his attention back to her.
                Blaise shook his head, “No Potter, this is as good a time as ever. You are so quick to throw blame around, but Potter, what about your blame?”
                “My what?”
                “Your blame. You pointed a finger at almost every single one of us about protecting Luna, but where were you Potter? Don’t you think the one person who should have been there for her was you, yet you weren’t.”
                “You can’t be serious Blaise, you know where I was. I was with Malfoy, saving his sorry arse.” Harry exclaimed, his eyes as big as saucers from disbelief.
                “I thought Snape saved the both of you?”
                “Well, yeah he did, in the end, but if I hadn’t stepped in when I did, Malfoy would have been dead.”
                Blaise quirked an eyebrow in question, “and it was your role to play protector because...?”
                “Who else would have?” Harry shouted angrily,
                “Well Hermione for one, she would have felt his pain, like she did, and raised the alarm. However, I seem to remember Dumbledore sending Draco down here by himself. Now the man might be getting old and senile, but I highly doubt he would have allowed Draco to walk right into his own death. However you want to try and twist it to benefit your story, you know full well this wasn’t your place to be Potter, you should have been out there with us on the grounds protecting the rest of the students.”
                Harry huffed and sat back down. Blaise was right, always having to be the savior. He had lived the role for so long, it was just habit now. This was something he would have to work on later, but now Luna deserved all his attention.
                “Your right Blaise, and I truly am sorry mate, I was out of line.” Harry held his hand out over Luna. Blaise reached across and shook it.
                “Remember Potter, I’m not the only one that apology should be used on,” Blaise suggested.
                “Your right Blaise, as soon as I’m done here, I will talk to the rest of the group.” Harry looked around, “where is Madame Pomfrey? She should have been back by now.”
                “Has there been any news on Luna? Is she going to be okay?”
                “She didn’t say anything. Waved her wand over Luna for a while, whispered some spells and took off quickly. Needless to say, I’m worried.”
                At that exact moment, the Hospital wing doors swung open and in rushed Madame Pomfrey. “Move, move, it’s a good thing she was brought to me right away, this is going to be a rough night for this little angel, but by tomorrow she should be fine.” She poured some silvery-purple substance down Luna’s throat, and smiled slightly. “That should just about do it. Now Potter, she is to take this once a month to stop the changing, however she may be a little more agitated than usual around that time, it’s all normal. Cravings are normal too, however if there is any pain, you come straight back to see me, do you understand?”
                “Not really, what’s happened to her?”
                Blaise chuckled slightly, “she’s saying our Luna here is now a werewolf, Potter.”
                “A WHAT?”
                “A werewolf, you know like Professor Lupin.”
                Harry made an unintelligent noise and waved his hand with his eyes squeezed shut, “I heard what you said Blaise, I’m not deaf.”
                Blaise snorted sarcastically.
                “What do you mean she’s a werewolf now?”
                Madame Pomfrey shook her head. “She was attacked by a werewolf Mr. Potter, and bitten. He passed on the gene to her. Most humans don’t survive the bite, but she’s a tough witch. She’s going to be just fine. Honestly Mr. Potter, how you passed your second year NEWTS is beyond me.” She rolled her eyes and continued on to the next student, who by the looks of it, was suffering from a horrible potions mix up.
                “Merlin, a werewolf, how terrible.” Harry exclaimed, as he sat back down his hand on his forehead.
                Blaise came over and placed his hand on Harry’s shoulder, “She’ll be alright Potter, and in fact she might actually enjoy it. She’s already curious about all mythical creatures, imagine how excited she’ll be knowing she’s one of them now.”
                Harry looked back up at Blaise and smiled.
                “Mr. Potter, Mr. Zabini, if you don’t mind, my patients need their sleep, unless you need me, I must ask you to leave immediately.” Madame Pomfrey ushered them outside and closed the Hospital doors behind her.
                “She’s right, let’s go meet up with everyone else, I can always see Luna later when she wakes up. I hear Bellatrix is trying to start a war out there,” Harry chuckled and began walking with Blaise to the Grand Entrance.
                Blaise slowed suddenly, thinking deeply, a weird look spreading across his face, “Quite right Potter, though I wouldn’t call it a war exactly.”
                Harry looked over at him as they started walking faster, “why is that?”
                “Cause that suggests that both sides stand an equal chance of winning,”
                Both boys bellowed loudly with laughter as they reached the doors, opened them, and walked out into the rain.
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                “She needs to be stopped. We have the sword, we know where the painting is, why aren’t we over there destroying it and saving my father?” Draco ranted, waving his hands wildly in the air, his hair wet and stuck to his forehead. He ran his fingers through it, spiking it up.
                “This isn’t something we should walk into lightly Malfoy, you know this. They have retreated for now, let’s just do the same and come up with a game plan,” Ron yelled, his voice lessened by the pounding of the rain.
                “What if it was your father Weasley? How would you feel?” Draco hollered, bunching his fists in rage.
                Hermione shook her head in disbelief. This wasn’t the time for arguing, they really needed a plan. The werewolves wouldn’t be pushed back for long. Coming up over the hill, she saw Blaise and Harry approaching. “Look, its Harry and Blaise,” she shouted.
                The two boys stopped fighting long enough to look over at the people coming towards them. Draco smiled at Blaise who shook his head in disbelief, hearing the disagreement between Draco and Weasley.
                “Harry, how’s Luna doing? Is she going to be okay?” Ginny asked Harry, whose eyes wouldn’t meet her own.
                “Um...yeah...yeah she’s going to be fine.” Harry waved off her questions, shifting nervously. “What’s happening here?”
                Draco turned his head towards Harry, he was dodging Ginny’s questions, but he choose to ignore it. Whatever was bothering Potter could wait.
                Pansy shook her head, “We aren’t exactly sure, they pulled back to the forest, waiting. For what, we don’t know.”
                “For the full moon.” Blaise answered.
                The group turned around and looked at him.
                “Come again mate?” Ron asked, his eyebrows quirked in confusion.
                “Werewolves are at their most powerful when the moon is full. Which is in three days’ time. We should retreat into the castle. We are going to catch a cold out here in this rain.” Hermione exclaimed, turning and running back towards the castle.
                The group followed her, Blaise and Draco bringing up the rear. Draco grabbed Blaise’s arm and held him back, not wanting the girls to hear, hopefully the rain would drown them out. He waited till all of them had entered the castle before dragging Blaise behind a castle wall.
                “Couldn’t we have done this inside Draco? I’m soaking wet here,” Blaise cried, shaking the water out of his hair, only to be drenched again.
                “Then I guess you can’t get any wetter huh? What’s going on with Lovegood? Is everything okay?” Draco asked, wiping the rain from his eyes.
                “Well, as good as can be, I suppose. She was bitten mate, she contracted the gene.”
                Draco moaned, “Oh no, a werewolf? Are you sure?”
                Blaise nodded, “Yeah, Madame Pomfrey confirmed it. She’s a wolf, but nothing we can’t handle. With yours and Hermione’s potion skills, she will have the best wolfsbane in the country. What’s all the worry for anyway?”
                Draco sighed, “Well she will make an interesting werewolf, that’s for sure. I’m worried about Potter though. Did he seem a little off to you?”
                “I talked to him Draco, he’s fine mate.”
                “You sure?”

                Blaise smiled, “positive, now let’s get inside, my skin is pruning.”

                The next morning, Hermione met Pansy outside of the hospital wing. They were planning on seeing Luna. Hermione had just returned from the kitchen’s, she brought with her chicken soup, knowing full well Luna would be amazed at the story of how Muggle’s think there’s healing powers in chicken broth. Besides, Hermione had spent a lot of time in this particular place in the school, second only to the library, with her own injuries along with Harry and Ron’s, she knew they didn’t serve the best food here. Hearing Pansy round the corner, she smiled when she saw her face.
                “It’s too early to be out of bed Granger, I highly doubt Lovegood is even awake either,” Pansy yawned, stretching her arms above her head.
                “Pansy, it’s eight in the morning,”
                “I stand by my statement.”
                Hermione pushed open the doors, chuckling at Pansy. She heard the uproar before she saw it. She came around the hanging white sheet where Luna’s bed was, to find Madame Pomfrey and Professor McGonagall standing before the empty bed.
                Pansy came rushing to the side at once, “what’s going on?” she asked, looking at Luna’s bed, “Where did she go?”
                “Precisely what I would like to know Ms. Parkinson, Ms. Granger. Would either of you know where Ms. Lovegood might have wandered off to?” McGonagall asked, her eyes squinting over the brim of her square glasses at the girls.
                “No Professor, we are just as shocked as you are. We were coming to visit her this morning.” Hermione replied, looking around the area.
                “She was here last night right before I closed up for the night Minerva, and when I came in this morning, she was gone. It was like she vanished.” Pomfrey exclaimed, she was bustling around, helping the other student’s while talking with McGonagall.
                McGonagall raised her hand in silence, “it’s all right Poppy, we will search the castle for her. She will be found.”
                “We should find Harry, he will want to know, and maybe he knows where she is.” Hermione whispered to Pansy. She nodded in agreement, and both girls began to slowly back away towards the doors.
                “Minerva, do you think it possible? I mean, it was a partial full moon last night..... You don’t think she..?” Madame Pomfrey trailed off, her voice quivering and low, trying not to be heard.
                The girls stopped dead in their tracks. Hermione stifled a cry and Pansy covered her mouth with her hand. She spun around, grabbed Granger around the shoulders and pushed her out the doors.
                “Come on Granger, we have to find the others. Think Granger, where would they be?”
                Hermione couldn’t think of anything else except what the medi-witch had said. Did Luna really transform last night? She could be anywhere right now, maybe lost in the Forbidden Forest, or laying somewhere, cold and alone.
                Pansy reached forward and slapped Hermione lightly across the face. “Hermione! Snap out of it, where would the boys be?”
                “Um... the pitch? Possibly the pitch, I...I...I’m not entirely sure”
                Pansy shrugged, “Better than nothing, let’s go.” The girls took off like a shot, sprinting all the way to the Quidditch pitch.
                Not everyone was there, only Blaise and Ginny were flying up high, tossing the quaffle together.
                “Blaise! Ginny! Come down here, we have an issue.” Pansy shouted, covering her eyes from the sun.
                “An issue eh? Must be Wednesday!” Blaise joked, flying down towards the girls. He landed gracefully, propping his broom up and leaning on the handle, his arms folded.
                “It’s Luna, we went to go visit her this morning, and she wasn’t there,” Pansy cried, her voice giving away her emotion.
                “She got released? Bit early, but I’m no medi-witch, so what do I know?” Blaise asked.
                “No you git, she left! They have no idea where she is, but there’s a possibility she changed last night, we heard them talking about it ourselves. We have to find her,” Pansy shuddered at Hermione’s words. She had learned about werewolves in third year, and apparently the changing was a horrid affair, extremely painful, which is why most usually opt out for the wolfsbane potion to stop the transformation.
                Ginny paled visibly, and Blaise shuddered. Where could she have gone?
                “Where’s Potter?” Blaise asked, picking up his broom and starting towards the castle.
                Hermione shrugged, “haven’t seen him since dinner last night. We need to check the castle first, I’m hoping she didn’t leave the grounds, we will never be able to find her then.”
                “Hermione, find Draco, we are going to need him as well if we are going to have any luck finding Luna. He knows the woods better than anyone.” Blaise exclaimed to which Hermione nodded.
                The four teens ran into the castle, each splitting up. Blaise and Ginny to change, Pansy to grab her wand, and Hermione to find Draco. She ran up to their common room, but he was nowhere to be found. She shot out and down to the Great Hall, it was still breakfast after all, but still nothing. She stumbled her way up towards their Headmaster’s office and knocked softly on his door.
                “Enter!” came the soft reply.
                Hermione shuffled in, looking up at Dumbledore, who sat behind his desk and Fawkes singing softly to his right. “Sorry to disturb you Headmaster, but I can’t seem to find Draco, I was wondering if you had seen him or knew where he was.”
                Dumbledore chuckled softly, “yes Ms. Granger, he has just left via floo to escort his mother back home for the day. Poor woman has spent most of her time in the hospital wing.”
                Hermione sighed deeply and Dumbledore leaned over his desk, peering at her through his half-moon spectacles, “is there something you wish to tell me Ms. Granger?”
                “No Headmaster, there isn’t. Thank you Headmaster, but I have to be going,”
                “By all means Ms. Granger.” He stood up and walked towards the large window. “Seems a good day for a stroll through the forest, don’t you agree?”
                Hermione didn’t need to be told twice. Without hesitation, she turned and bolted out the door, leaving Dumbledore softly chuckling to himself while stroking Fawkes for a song well sung.
                She ran full speed towards the front entrance and slammed into Harry, who was walking out of the Great Hall.
                “Ow Hermione, what’s the rush?”
                “Didn’t you hear? Luna is missing from the hospital wing, we have to go find her, come on!”
                Harry frowned, and ran after Hermione, who was speeding across the grounds. He wished she would slow down, not everyone had Veela speed. They made their way to the edge of the forest and slowed down, coming to a stop beside Blaise and Ginny.
                “Ready?” Hermione asked, looking at Blaise.
                He merely shook his head, “no need, she’s right there!”
                The group looked in awe as they watched Luna, her clothes ripped and dirty, stumble out of the forest, followed by an unknown male. He saw the group of teens and immediately turned around and ran into the forest. Hermione sniffed the air and knew at once he was a werewolf as well.
                “Luna, Merlin, we were so worried about you. What happened, where were you?” Ginny shouted and ran to engulf her friend in a hug. The rest of the group followed, yet Harry stayed back.
                Luna sighed deeply, clearly tired. “I heard the call of them last night. I had to go. I didn’t mean to frighten anyone, I was hoping to be back before dawn, but time slips away when you change I suppose,” she shrugged. She peered over at Harry, who was looking at the ground intently, kicking at the grass.
                “Hello Harry,” she whispered, her brows turned down with worry.
                Harry merely nodded in reply, his mouth in a tight line with anger.
                “What where you doing in there, and who was that guy that was with you?” Blaise asked, to which Harry’s head snapped up,
                “Yes Luna, who was that guy?” Harry repeated, his words hot with sarcasm and anger.
                “They called to me. I couldn’t deny it, I had to go. They wanted me to join them in the forest. I didn’t know what I was doing until it was too late, I swear. I made it halfway to the forest before I started changing. It was excruciating. It felt like I was tearing off my own skin when Mataeus found me. He gave me the wolfsbane potion which stopped the changing, and carried me into the woods to his pack. I woke a few minutes later, surrounded by strange people, but they didn’t feel like strangers, I felt I knew them somehow.”
                Harry snorted and Luna tried to hide the pang of hurt on her face as she continued, “He helped me up and walked me over to the pack and introduced me. We began talking, and he informed me Devin, their previous leader was dead. He told me they did not wish to attack the school any longer, they were only doing as they were commanded by their leader. I was grateful for the things he did for me, and told him they wouldn’t be attacked if they left the grounds and he offered me a place within his pack.”
                Hermione listened quietly, “what did you say?”
                “I told him he would have his answer by the full moon,” Luna answered, looking towards Harry, watching as his face reddened with white hot fury. Draco suddenly appeared, stopping beside Hermione, wrapping his arm around her waist. He sniffed the air, “Lovegood, why in the blazes do you smell like wet dog?” he asked, to which Hermione elbowed him in the ribs, shaking her head.
                “But that’s in two day’s time,” Ginny squeaked, not believing her friend might be leaving them soon.
                “I know, it’s not a long time, but after the full moon I may not see them again.” Luna answered, her eyes darting back and forth between the group and Harry, wishing he would say something. She should have wished for something else.
                “Bugger this!” Harry shouted, throwing his hands in the air. He turned on his heel and ran, his wand in the air as he called for his firebolt broom.
                “Potter wait, where are you going? What the hell did I miss?” Draco called out, his face screwed up in a dumbfounded look.
                “Piss off Malfoy!” Harry hollered loudly as he hopped on his broom and flew out of sight. Luna fell to the ground crying, Ginny ran over to her, cradling the little wolf in her arms.

                Draco huffed, “well, that was uncalled for!” He kept his Veela eyes trained on Potter as he zoomed through the skies towards Hogsmeade.

                They didn’t see Harry for the rest of the day, the teens were a bit worried but figured he just needed some time to digest everything that had happened. Evening had come to Hogwarts, and the teens tucked into the Great Hall for dinner, when finally Harry made an appearance, he sat by the edge of the table, not really wanting to be part of the group. Draco, however, had different plans for Harry.
                “No need to apologize Potter, for your hurtful words this morning, ours is a love that doesn’t need apologizes.” Draco joked, to which Blaise and Ron laughed, while the girls sighed and shook their heads. All but Luna and Harry found this funny.
                “Not in the mood Malfoy, leave me be.” Harry mumbled, cutting into his slice of roast and putting butter on his potatoes.
                “How are you Harry?” Hermione asked, her eyes filled with worry.
                Harry sighed deeply and loudly, “I wish people would stop asking me that,” he exclaimed.
                All the teens jumped in their seats as Luna slammed her fork down on the table and stood up,” And I wish you would ask me just once Harry Potter!” She screamed at him, her face turning a bright shade of red.
                “And just what do you mean by that?” Harry retorted, his own voice raising a few decibels.
                “I mean, what is your issue with me? You have kept quite the distance from me since my accident, have barely spoken two words to me unless you’re out for blood. You won’t even look my way unless you have to, now what is the problem?” Luna yelled, tears forming in her eyes, and the rest of the group tried to look anywhere but at the bickering couple.
                “You, Luna, that’s my problem. I don’t know if I can deal with you being a werewolf. It’s not normal.”
                Luna’s eyes widened in shock, like she had just been slapped in the face.
                “That’s what this is really about isn’t it? You can’t handle the fact that I’m stronger then you!”
                “It’s a hard pill to swallow, yeah, but that’s not it.”
                “Then what? What else do you want from me Harry? I’ve given you everything that I have, I’ve given you me heart, my body and soul.” Luna cried, tears falling freely now.
                “You say that, but I don’t feel it, I just don’t feel it.”
                “Well whose fault is that? Because I’m telling you, this is it. This is me, this is the package now, and if it’s so deficient that you can’t handle it, then we really, really have a problem.” Luna cried, as she wiped the back of her hand across her cheek.
                The table was silent, except for Ron, who was staring wide-eyed at the couple but still chewing on his food. Hermione’s mouth was wide open in disbelief, wasn’t Harry going to say something?
                “I’m leaving Harry,” Luna said flatly, to which Harry’s head snapped up, “I’m leaving to join the pack on the full moon,” and she stepped away from the table, she began walking up the aisle, but stopping to say quietly, “unless you give me a reason to stay, I’m leaving,” and she strode out of the Great Hall.
                No one moved, no one blinked, no one dared. Harry sat stock still, no emotion on his face. Hermione had had enough. She slapped Harry smartly on the shoulder.
                “Are you daft, go after her Harry, tell her to stay!”
                “Why should I? I’m done Hermione.”
                Ron scratched his head, “You don’t really mean that, do you mate?”
                “I said I was done, weren’t you listening? PAY ATTENTION!” Harry screamed, and left the Great Hall.
                “What the hell is his problem? I thought you said you had this under control Blaise?” Draco asked, glancing over at his best friend, whose eyes were low and sad.

                He looked up, his violet eyes shining bright with tears in them. “I honestly thought I had mate, I truly did,” he answered quietly.

                It was well after midnight when Draco strode into the library. He knew Potter would be here, it’s where he used to go to be alone before he had Hermione. He sniffed the air and wondered into the far back left corner to find Potter sitting in a chair, leaning back on two legs, his feet propped up against the edge of the table, looking out the window at the Great Lake.
                “Fancy meeting you here Potter,” Draco joked, but Harry ignored him, so he walked up even closer.
“Take this for example, you don’t want to deal so you’re hiding? Not very Savior like.”
“Go away Draco, you have no idea what’s going on”
“No? Good, so you and Luna aren’t imploding? Doesn’t take a genius, but what I don’t understand is how you didn’t see it coming.”
“What? Who told you?”
“No one told me, it was right in front my face. The girl would do anything for you.”
“The girl went and got herself bit by a werewolf. She lied to me, she ran around behind my back and could have gotten herself killed. And now she tells me she’s leaving, for some pack of mangy dogs unless I convince her not too. Now tell you understand, because I sure as hell don’t.”
“You gonna let her go?”
“It’s not my decision to make.”
“Of course it is Potter.”
“Well it’s not fair!”
“Who cares if it’s fair? In about twenty minutes, Luna is going to disappear, maybe forever, unless you do something to stop her.”
“What am I supposed to do? Beg her to stay?”
“Why wouldn’t you?”
“I don’t even know who she is anymore, I thought she was......dependable.”
“Dependable? What is she, an owl?”
“Ugh, you know what I mean.”
“Yeah, I think you mean convenient. I think you took it for granted that she was going to show up whenever you wanted her to and take off if you didn’t.”
“That’s rich, look who has Hermione following him around like a lovesick puppy.”
“Merlin, this isn’t the same thing and you know it Potter.”
“Is she more than a convenience? Because that would be a surprise.”
Draco sighed, “Look, if you don’t want to hear what I have to say, I’ll shut up right now and...”
Harry interrupted, “good cause I don’t.” Harry stood up and starting walking towards the front of the library.
Draco ran back in front of him, stopping him, “I lied. See what I think, you got burned with she-weasel, and Luna shows up.”
“I know the story Malfoy”
“But you missed the point. You shut down Potter, and you’ve been treating Lovegood like the rebound girl, when she’s the one that comes along once in a lifetime. She’s never held back with you, she’s risked everything, and you’re about to let her leave because you don’t like ultimatums? If she’s not the girl, if what she needs from you just isn’t there, let her go. Break her heart and make it a clean break. But if you really think you can love this girl, I’m talking scary, messy, no emotions barred need, if you’re ready for that, think about what you’re about to lose.
Draco could see tears welling up in Harry’s eyes, as he thought to himself. He could see the wheels turning, his eyes growing big suddenly when the realization hit him in the face. He looked up at Draco, worried, “Malfoy...”

“Run!”

                Harry shot across the grounds, looking everywhere for Luna, it was dark out and the tip of his wand wasn’t giving enough light.
                “LUNA!” he shouted, he hoped he reached her in time. He slowed down a bit and looked around, he caught her tiny silhouette on the border of the Forbidden Forest. He bolted towards her. He stopped in front of her, grabbing her roughly and pulling her into his arms, squeezing her tightly.
                “I’ve got to say something, because I don’t think I’ve made it clear. I’m in love with you, powerfully, painfully in love. The things you do, the way you think, the way you move. I get excited every time I’m about to see you. You make me feel like I’ve never felt before in my life, like a man. I just thought you might want to know.” Harry exclaimed, pushing her out, holding her at arm’s length, staring into her eyes.
                “Oh Harry,” she cried, tears escaping the corners of her eyes.
                “Don’t go Luna, it would kill me if you left.”
                “I won’t Harry, I will never leave you!” She sniffed and he bent over and brushed her lips with his.
                “I love you Luna Lovegood,” he whispered against her lips.

                “I love you Harry Potter,” she replied, wrapping her arms around his neck, bringing him in for a heart-pounding kiss.

                A low growl emitted from Mataeus’ chest as he watched the little wolf embrace the Chosen One. He supposed he got his answer, she wasn’t joining the pack anytime soon, and Mataeus sighed. Oh well, he would have to find others to build back up the pack that Devin had ruined. He began descending back into the woods. As he was nearing the clearing where his pack was, he heard the quiet pop of someone Apparating behind him. He turned around and growled low at the sight of the crazy witch who had begun this war.
                “Get away from me, we are done with you and your pathetic scheme’s to kill Harry Potter. We want no part of this insane plan. We are done, do you hear? With Devin’s death, the pact is over, and we are free to leave.” Mataeus said low and menacingly.
                Bellatrix laughed her high-pitch laugh, and twirled her wand in her hand. “That’s adorable. You actually think you have a choice in this matter.” Her laughter died down quickly, her eyes flashing with anger, “CRUCIO!” she screamed, Mataeus falling to the ground in pain, writhing under the curse. “You filthy half-breed, thinking you could give orders to your superiors.”
                She lifted the curse long enough to bend down and look at the wolf, her head tilted to the side. “You are through, when I say your through. You will leave the grounds for now, but I’m beginning to question your ability to lead this pack Mataeus.”
                Mataeus coughed, and tried to stand, his legs giving out from under him, “you will not harm my pack witch. They aren’t your toys to play with.”

                She cackled once again, “Aren’t they though? I think they deserve someone a little more qualified then you to be pack leader.” She sighed, her eyes dulling over, “I grow tired of this Mataeus, consider this your resignation....CRUCIO!
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