Sitting at the Slytherin table during dinner, Draco Malfoy was staring absentmindedly into space, thinking of bells and flowers, when a hearty laugh came from Blaise Zabini next to him.
"Isn't she just bloody barmy?" Blaise chuckled.
"What? Who?" Draco was pulled from his thoughts.
"The Ravenclaw girl, the nutter always going on about the Narples." He laughed again, this time much louder, drawing attention from the Slytherins around them. "Look, she's trying to eat soup with a fork!"
Draco, turned to face the boy next to him, drew his fist back as punched him square in the jaw. Blaise fell backwards off the bench and onto the floor.
"The hell was that for, mate?" he growled angrily, clutching at his jawbone.
"Something you said." the blonde replied casually. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go get married."
The Slytherins all gaped at him, along with some Hufflepuffs the next table over that were close enough to hear. Calmly, he walked over to the Ravenclaw table and held out a hand for his fiancé.
"Luna."
"Draco," she replied dreamily, accepting his extended hand and swinging her legs around to the other side of the bench so she could stand up. As soon as the had, he wrapped his arm around her waist. Her head fell to lean against his shoulder as they exited the Great Hall.
The gasps and cries of outrage that followed them meant absolutely nothing to the couple, because in an hour or two they would be surrounded in bells and flowers, happy.
A/N: An idea ran through my head today, and I got bored. This, of course, equals random drabble. Please review, I'm always on the lookout for praise and constructive criticism! ^^
~blood. is. pink (when you eat candy)