Real or Fake?

Ginny is sitting with Luna in the library. A nervous looking Draco comes into view in the background.

He clears his throat.

"Hello ladies."

The two girls jump, and turn to face him.

"Draco, hello," Luna says in her dreamy voice.

"What do you want from us?" Ginny asks less… friendly-ly… than her girlfriend.

"I-uh…Neville arranged a meeting in the greenhouse between me and Harry."

Both girls perk up and grin when he says that.

"Go Neville!" Ginny exclaims.

"Yes, he's very impressive, isn't he," Draco agrees. "Um, I kinda wanted to impress Harry, do you know what he'd appreciate?"

Ginny frowns, thinking.

"Well, for starters, he has no observation skills, so it doesn't matter that much what you wear, but he likes Quidditch…" she trails off, still pondering the situation.

"Oh, he does love Quidditch… What if I wore…no, you hate me, it won't work."

"I do kinda hate you because, well, you know, but I really like Harry (platonically of course) and if he likes you–" she sighs dramatically, "Well I guess you can't be too bad. What was your idea?"

Draco looks touched.

"Aw, thanks! Um, you have Gryffindor Quidditch robes right?"

"Yes… Oh. Oh. NO."

Luna turns to the redhead, frowning slightly.

"What did you say 'no' to?"

"He wants to borrow my Quidditch robes," Ginny answers, being much nicer to the other girl than to Draco.

…Well, she hasn't hexed me yet, and she is dating her so I guess I shouldn't feel bad that she's nicer to Luna then to me.

"Oh." Luna smiles, and asks "Why won't you let him borrow the robes? His clothes are almost always kept immaculate, I don't think you have to worry about him doing anything to them."

Ginny mutters something that Luna doesn't seem to hear but that Draco most certainly catches.

It's not what he's doing, it's who he would be doing.

Trying to keep from laughing, to avoid having to tell Luna what they're talking about, Draco says, looking straight at Ginny;

"Do you really think I would let my clothes get…dirty?"

"You? Honestly no, you wouldn't. But you'll be with Harry Potter, aka the most fucking… accident prone person I've ever met. In a greenhouse…. In Quidditch robes," she says resignedly, though Draco is pretty sure that he caught a smile in there somewhere.

Luna smiles.

"So you'll let him have them?"

"I am rather good at getting stains of all kinds out of clothes," Draco adds.

"Well, I don't see any reason not to. Except, I don't know, oh, you kept my girlfriend in a fucking dungeon in your house. You need to be punished for that."

Draco sways slightly and turns green.

"Having to watch Volde- Vol- the Dark Lord murder a shit-ton of people in very violent and gory ways isn't enough?"

"And he was nice to me. He seemed scared though," Luna adds in

"Hmm. Most people would consider that punishment enough," Ginny says devilishly.

"But you don't?" Draco fills in with a groan.

"Nope," she says, grinning.

"...What do you want?"

She considers this, whilst Luna, unbeknownst to the other two had written down their conversation on the page in front of her, looks at Ginny's muttered comment and grins. 

Because do not underestimate Luna Lovegood.

"You…could…do me a favor," Ginny finally says.

"And if I complete this task, you'll lend me your robes?"

"Yes."

Draco looks a bit worried, but asks her what the favor is.

"Teach me some hexes," she says.

"Really?" Draco looks relieved. "You probably know more than I do by now!"

Ginny grins. 

"More, yes, but not the same ones!"

Luna smiles at Draco.

"Oh, I would love to learn some too!" she says happily.

Draco stares at her for a minute.

"You're scary, you know that?" he says with a laugh.

Both girls grin.

"So you'll do it?"

He sighs, and nods.

"All right, let's get started. Locomotor wibbly, turns the target's legs to jelly. Tarantallegra, forced dancing. Furnunculus, covers the target in boils. Densaugeo, makes the teeth grow quickly. Avis, makes a flock of birds shoot out of your wand. Piertotum Locomotor, animates statues. Meteolojinx, lets you control the weather in a specific place. Locomotor mortis,leg lock curse. Silencio or Langlock, makes the person unable to talk.

…

Harry gaped as Draco finished his recounting.

"Wow"

Draco nodded.

"She-she's going to be unstoppable."

"Which one?"

"Both separately, but they're dating so …stay out of Linny's way!" Harry exclaimed.

Draco looked puzzled, so Harry explained.

"Linny is their 'ship name'. It's a muggle concept 'Mione taught us. Basically the ship part refers to relationship, and Linny is an amalgamation of their names."

"Oh, so we'd be… Harco?"

"I think Hermione and Ron would call it Drarry actually," Harry said, trying not to seem too knowledgeable on the subject.

"Why not Harco?"

Harry shrugged. 

"Ask them?"

Draco pondered this, and started nodding.

"Ok, I will," he decided.

"In the morning maybe, you can't go up to the girls' dorm and Ron will be grumpy if we wake him up."

Draco tilted his head to the side in confusion.

"Why can't I go up to the girls' dorm?"

"The stairs turn into a slide."

"Oh, cool!"

Harry frowned.

"You don't have that in Slytherin ?"

The other man shook his head.

"It's a bit of a free-for-all in Slytherin."

"Huh."

Harry yawned.

"Should we maybe go get some sleep?" Draco suggested.

"Probably. Dean's bed should be free, if you want."

Draco seemed to hesitate.

"...Dare I ask why?"

"Seamus and Dean sleep together," Harry said, and, having gotten up and started towards the stairs, beckoned to Draco. "C'mon, the dorm's this way."

Draco followed him upstairs.

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