"You know, Draco," Luna mused as they strolled through Diagon Alley, hand-in-hand, "I think we should look in at that jewellery place after lunch."
He shot her a look. "You hate jewellery shops."
"I know," she replied lightly.
"You think they're filled with tacky, expensive, and useless pieces of junk."
"You know me so well."
He couldn't quite tell whether she was mocking him, or was genuinely pleased, and decided to fall silent.
Lunch passed by in a blur of laughter that left Draco wondering once more at how perfect she was. He loved her—everything about her. He loved her smile and her eccentricities and her intuition and her kindness. He loved that she didn't care what others thought about her, that she was willing to stand up for what she believed in. He thought, often, that maybe, just maybe he'd like to propose. When he imagined it—what life would be like married to Luna—his heart would beat strangely in his chest, not faster or slower, just different. When he thought about it he pictured perpetual happiness; a beautiful house, travelling occasionally, settling down, children. He'd never wanted any of these things before, but with her, everything was different. And he loved it.
Luna led him into the jewellery shop, past several shelves and cases, to a small display at the very back. Here she stopped, looking at it contemplatively, her eyes scanning the selection of rings. Draco wasn't paying much attention, to be honest, and so when she happily pronounced, "I'd like that one," he was rather taken aback.
His eyes flitted to the display, and the protest of, "But you hate store-bought jewellery," died on his lips. Rings. Rings? His eyes darted back and forth between the ring she'd chosen, which was somehow so her, and her expectant eyes. "You mean..." he trailed off, unsure of what he was even trying to say.
She nodded nonetheless. "I think we should get married," she paused. Then, with feigned uncertainty, "You do want to marry me, don't you, Draco?"
He laughed softly. "Are you proposing to me, Miss Lovegood?"
"I am," she said certainly, a pleased smile on her face. "So good of you to catch on. You'll accept, of course?"
He met her lips in a passionate kiss. "I most definitely do."