Luna waited by the lime tree, like always. Or rather, in it. She hitched up her robes in such a way that no Diddering Scumbug could look up and see her unmentionables. She sighed contentedly, sitting on one of the upper branches of the tree, resting her forehead against its cool trunk and smelling the fragrant blossoms, waiting for her lover to come.

And come he did. His furrowed brow, stormy gray eyes, and sleek white-blonde hair came thundering into the grove, all in a swirl of dashing black. "Luna." Her name issued from her lover's lips. She suppressed a giggle. "The narrow-minded leave no room to look up, I say!" she called.

Her darling lover then looked up. Naturally. His scowl softened slightly at the sight of her. Luna jumped down and landed on her bottom. "Oof!" Her lover pulled her up.

"Thank you," said Luna breathlessly, steadying herself by grasping his shoulders.

"Why were you up there?" Draco questioned.

Luna smiled serenely. "Climbing trees is rather fun, wouldn't you agree?"

"No," said Draco. "The last time I climbed one was when I was six. My father gave me a nosebleed and told me not to do it again."

Luna cocked her head, her eyes sympathetic. She leaned in for what Draco presumably was a kiss, and just as his mouth was about to close over hers she snapped her lips back at the speed of light and started shimmying up the tree like a very large, disproportioned monkey.

"What. Are. You. Doing?" Draco said through gritted teeth, annoyed at her for teasing him.

Luna did not reply until she was at the very top. "Come up here and get your prize!" she called down to him, laughing.

Draco's jaw was set, and for a fleeting moment Luna was afraid that he would just stalk away, ever the drip. But then Draco shrugged off his cloak and pulled off his gloves and started climbing. "You…are…going to…get it…when I get up there," he grunted.

"I'll believe it when I see it," returned Luna affably, enjoying watching him struggle as he huffed and puffed his way on up.

Just as he was reaching for a branch, Draco lost his grip and fell. He lay on the ground, stunned.

Luna laughed. Loudly. Then she shimmied down, ever the monkey, and helped her lover up. As he dusted off his robes, the scowl returning again, Luna kissed him soundly on the mouth.

Draco touched his lips gingerly. The scowl ebbed away. "What was that for?"

"For trying," Luna told him.