“Luna never took the taunting to heart, she didn't believe them when they called her mad. But maybe they were right, because how could anyone sane love a monster?”
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Three figures, shrouded in darkness, look down at the city below them. It’s a large drop from the roof they’re currently on; it would be foolish of them to leave the premise from way up here. The exit on the ground floor is ideal but currently unavailable. Seeing as there are aurors frantically looking for them within the building, the only way for them to escape capture would be to go up...and off of the building.
One of the figures, a strikingly handsome male with dark hair and eyes turns to the only other male of the group. "What’s our exit strategy, Draco?”
The one being addressed, a beautiful boy with platinum-blond hair and ice-blue eyes responds instantly. “Our what?”
“Merlin, we’re all going to die.”
The sole female of the group is amused by the dark-haired male’s theatrics, “don’t be so dramatic Thomas” she says. “Bertha and her friends are going to be here to help us, remember?”
Thomas turns to the girl and meets her silvery-blue eyes with bewilderment. “Who?”
Before Thomas could get his answer, Draco rushes past him and drags the fair-haired girl away. “Oh, thank Merlin! Let’s go Luna.”
“Wait! Who the hell is Bertha? and stop calling me Thomas; it’s Tom.”
“The thestral that Draco and I met at Hogwarts! I’ve told you this before, Thomas.” Luna replies exasperatedly while ignoring not-Thomas’ demand to be called Tom.
“You mean to tell me that we’re relying on one of your imag-” before the dark-haired boy could continue his rant, he’s cut himself off by running into an invisible figure and crumpling right next to it.
“He can’t see them yet, Luna.” Draco rolls his eyes as he says this.
“You know, Thomas, for someone who’s trying to become The Greatest Dark Wizard of all Time you’re surprisingly quite innocent.”
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She’s the most daft woman he’s ever met. He finds her blatant disregard for the hierarchy that comes with being a pureblood annoying. He despises the leniency of how she was raised as opposed to other children of their status. He finds her wardrobe gaudy and her disposition loony. Draco Malfoy does not like a lot of things about Luna Lovegood but he does not hate her.
Perhaps he’s always known why he could never hate her. Never mind the fact that she was always the best amusement during those boring parties they were dragged to when they were children. Never mind the fact that, when they were younger, she was always curious about Draco specifically and not the Malfoys. Never mind the fact that, when he’s stolen Fawkes from the deceased Dumbledore’s office and apparates to 12 Grimmauld Place, she was the first to welcome him in. None of these points were why he realized he could never hate her.
He could never hate Luna Lovegood because perhaps he was meant to love her. As loathed as he is to admit this, the red string that connects his hand to hers just proves this. However, in this moment, he isn’t ready to accept his fate. He didn’t want to be the one to snip the wings off of the girl that’s on the other end of this blasted string.
“What have you done?” Draco, seethes.
Luna doesn’t grace him with an answer and just stares at him with her wide, blue-grey eyes. She continues to look at him as if she didn’t just resigned her life to a stiff and soul-crushing lifestyle. This does nothing but irritate him. Red strings of fate are considered to be rubbish in pureblooded society. You marry whoever was best for political, social, or monetary gain.
Marriage is a business; it’s a partnership between two individuals that, at the very least, respect each other. Love would be ideal to have, but wholly unnecessary for the bigger picture of growing your family’s power, influence, and wealth. This string that connects him to her is rubbish. Soulmates are rubbish.
The longer the silence lasts the more his irritation grows. Draco is nearing his wits end and is close to outright demanding an answer from her. However, he notices that her eyes has strayed from his face and is now on his other hand.
He follows her gaze and nearly keels over at what he sees. Another red string, however, this doesn’t connect to the dreamy-eyed girl before him.
“Oh, how unusual.”
The soft voice captures Draco’s attention and he lifts his head to look at Luna once again. This time, she isn’t paying attention to him at all but at her other hand. This hand also has a red string.
This particular string of hers seems to mimic his other string as they are both leading out the same direction.
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