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Date: October 8, 1999
Setting: Mostly in Draco’s room.
Status: Private (Draco, Luna)
Summary: Draco invites Luna to have dinner with him.



Draco was seriously annoyed. It had been enough of a shock running into Potter in the bar. Although he had managed to make that situation work for him. However, it was hard to see how the appearance of Luna Lovegood could make his life anything but difficult. She had to be prevented from alerting anyone about Harry’s whereabouts. She also had to be stopped from letting Potter know who he really was. But how?

Come on Draco, this isn’t impossible, he said to himself. Just use the old Malfoy charm and wit. Talk things over with her, and see what comes to you. Smiling slightly, Draco sat down at his desk and started to pen a letter.

Dear Ms. Lovegood, he wrote.

It was quite a surprise to see another person from school here at the Manor. I would love to catch up with you. Would you be averse to dining with me at 8 o’clock this evening, in my room? I am by no means disparaging the skills of the Manor’s resident chef, but we would have more privacy here than in the bar, and I am also quite a capable cook. My room, located on the right hand corridor of the third floor, has been equipped with a small kitchen and a larder. It’s the door right next to the stairs. I do hope you will be able to make it. I am certain that we will have lots of things to talk about.

Hopefully,

Draco Malfoy

Draco’s eagle owl hopped up to the desk eagerly, since it hadn’t received any tasks in quite some time. Draco attached Luna’s letter to its leg, and watched as it flew out the window.

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Luna was in her room re-charting the possible alignments of Saturn and Halley's Comet when a large eagle owl flew in and landed on her desk. It stuck its leg out haughtily and waited for her to remove the letter attached there. She wondered who could be writing to her - no one she knew owned an eagle owl. Hastily detaching the letter she offered the owl some owl treats, but the owl took one glance at them and gave her such a look of disdain that if she had noticed she would probably be waiting on it hand and foot. Unfortunately for the owl, Luna didn't. The eagle owl shook its wings, as if it were eager to be off, but settled down to wait with what looked like a scowl on its face as Luna opened the letter curiously.


It was from Malfoy. Malfoy. And he was asking her to dinner.

Tonight.

Luna blinked as she read the letter for the third time. It seemed genuine enough, and unless it was Malfoy playing a trick on her*... On the other hand, he had seemed quite nice when she encountered him on Harry's 'bloog'-thing, and indeed he seemed to be quite genuinely concerned about Harry's well-being, so she supposed he might have changed from the time he was in school. She shrugged, and pushing aside her calculations and star-charts, scribbled on a fresh sheet of parchment -

Dear Malfoy,

Sure, why not?

Yours,

Luna Lovegood

Looking pensively at the small amount of space her reply took, she decided to add a few curlicues to her signature that spanned the entire sheet of parchment, and, satisfied, she tied it to the waiting owl's foot.

As she watched the bird fly off into the distance, a thought floated across her brain. Was Malfoy asking her on a date?



*She didn't really think it was Malfoy playing a trick on her - he didn't seem the type. Outright jinx someone, yes. But Malfoy did not play tricks. Now Fred and George on the other hand...

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To be honest, Draco was just slightly taken aback by the promptness of Luna's response. Not that he wasn't grateful to have Luna turn out to be such a cheap friend, but it was still surprising. After all, she had been friends with Potter at school. Oh well, she hadn't been brainwashed into living out some set of ideals like the Gryffindors. That was probably it. Still, better to keep talking as if it was all for Potter, just in case. Draco had been paranoid for most of his life. In some ways, growing up in the Malfoy Manor was like being in Hell, because they really were out to get you.

"Well, I'm helping Harry out right now, and I wouldn't mind helping you out as well." Helping. That was a good way to put it. "It really isn't a problem. You may have heard about some financial problems I've had in that rag, the Daily Prophet," that's right, slam her competitors, "But I've sill got quite a bit of excess cash, and I'm all too willing to donate to the worthy cause of any friend." Draco raised his own glass, and clinked it with Luna's.