Quidditch Lessons

Going down to breakfast, Luna couldn't seem to get the dream out of her mind. She left like everyone was looking at her, like they knew what she was thinking about, what she had dreamed. She needed to calm down; no one was reading her mind.

She decide to take the long way down to breakfast, it would give her some time alone to gather her thoughts.

Just as she turned the corner she collided with one of the farthest people form her mind at the moment.

"Oh sorry.." Ron said, blushing a bit as he helped her pick up a few things she had dropped. "I wasn't really looking…" He seemed kind of off, even for him.

"Something wrong, Ronald?" she asked, looking at him with her misty, curious eyes. She always seemed to be looking through people and not at them.

"Oh nothing…" he said starting to head off before he stopped and looked back at her. "You look pretty today Luna," he said and left before she could say anything back,

She didn't know how long she stood there before she realized everyone was down at breakfast. She rushed to the Great Hall, feeling a lot better about her self.

When she entered the Great Hallm everyone was already be finishing up or half way done with their food. She had never come to breakfast so late before, it was a very odd feeling.

Glancing around the room as she made her way to the Ravenclaw table she could see that someone else had noticed her tardiness as well. Draco was giving her a look of slight interest before turning to Pansy and grinning at something she had said.

It was Sunday, which meant she had to go to the classroom to meet him before and after Quidditch training. She actually had quite a bit to talk to him about so many thoughts running though her head.

Picking out some oatmeal and honey, she ate it slowly, thinking if she took long enough she could just go straight to practice. As she ate, the dream started to come back to her. She just let herself enjoy the sexy thought of the man's hands on her legs, pushing her knees apart and using his tongue…

"Luna?" She blinked a few times and looked up to the person who was speaking to her. It was a tall 6th year boy who was a member of the DA, Anthony Goldstein.

"Anthony… Did you need something?" she asked. She had no idea why he would be talking to her and it confused her. He had dark hair and pretty eyes, a Ravenclaw like herself, but why was he talking to her?

"I was wondering… next weekend is a Hogsmead visit… You have any plans?" he asked a little more shyly then he usually acted.

She blinked at him a few times absolutely dumbfounded. Once her brain caught back up with her she instinctively looked to Draco. He was looking at Crabbe as the other boy spoke, but his eyes were on Luna.

"You know… I would love to… but I have to make sure the weezbats aren't in bloom.. Can I get back to you later on this week?" she asked, looking up at him as if she had been starring off into space.

Anthony took the answer as a good sign and grinned. "Well, I guess I will see you around."

Luna smiled at him until he was out of view and picked up her things to rush out and be in the classroom before Draco got there. She felt like she had wronged him by even speaking with Anthony about the weekend. Though they weren't dating, she was unsure of where those feelings came from.

She made sure she would beat Draco there, fixing herself into the perfect position with her back straight. She had a feeling she would be punished today and she was trying to avoid that.

When Draco walked in he acted as if he had seen nothing of the conversation between her and the other boy. "Today after practice I won't be here, I am sending Pansy to teach you how to fix your hair and makeup," he said sitting down on the desk. "Right now you will tell me what the Ravenclaw wanted."

"He wanted to know if I was doing anything next weekend."

"And you told him?"

"I told him that I needed to check if the weezbats are in bloom."

"What does that mean?"

"Nothing… I wanted to make sure you would be okay with it."

"I'm not. It gets in the way of our training, and he is not the one you want," he told her instantly. "Do you have your journal with you? I want to read it so far," he said moving on quickly.

She pulled the journal from her bag and handed it to him. Reading the only entry in it he seemed detached.

"It is a good start, but keep up with it, even if they are not thoughts about Ron. I wish to hear about all your sexual thoughts," he reminded her, handing back the journal. "So you will be here tonight for Pansy, and you will treat her as if she was me. Then I do not need to see you again until next Saturday, I want you here before breakfast. I have something special planned," he said, keeping eye contact with her, which always made her feel like she could not disobey him. "Get to practice…" he dismissed her.

She could feel he was holding something back, but she didn't think it was her place to ask, so she headed to practice.