A/N: I don't own anything except my own brainychunks. So don't sue; I'm not making any money off of this. These are merely drabbles born of my geekiness. Enjoy, and please don't flame if the only reason is that you dislike the pairing. I may not even like all the pairings, but I write them anyway because they bubble up in my head.
Proposal
Oh, Christ. Oh, Merlin's beard, Neville thought as he wrung his hands. He chewed his lip, fingered the little box that was rather obvious in his trouser pockets, and did his best to keep from jumping out of his seat.
She was sitting right next to him. Luna. His Luna, even—he considered himself the luckiest man in the world for that fact. And it had been long enough, and he was entirely sure, in spite of his nervousness, that he wanted to marry her.
They sat on the stone retaining wall by one of the gardens. A favorite spot of theirs: Neville, for the interesting plants that grew just behind them; Luna, for the morlets she said lived there. She said they looked rather like small orange lizards with scaly vestigial wings. Though, according to her, they would not be out tonight, as the full moon was too bright for their sensitive little eyes.
The moon was no trouble for them, however. Luna stared up at her namesake with that expression Neville had come to love so dearly. To some, she may have looked vacant, but he knew that she was probably contemplating moon dragons or some other fantastic beasts. Her strange playground of a mind, while often confusing, was perhaps his favorite part of her.
He shook his head of the distractions—albeit very pleasant ones—that kept him from doing what he was quite determined to do. She must have seen the motion out of the corner of her eye, for she smiled vaguely, not turning her head.
"Nargles, eh?"
"Ah… yeah," he stammered, blushing a bit.
Again, he fiddled with the tiny box, swallowing his nervousness.
"Listen, Luna…" he began tremulously.
"Neville," she interrupted him, her voice calm and matter-of-fact, as if she were talking to him about an interesting plant. "I think we should get married."
His eyes widened for a moment, but then he smiled.
"Yeah."
It occurred to him that perhaps he should be insulted, that she could speak about this so plainly. But he dismissed that. This was just her way. As he liked her to be.