I hate the way you drive your car
"We're going to die." Draco pronounced, looking uncertainly at the little blue convertible.
"People drive every day. Very few of them die." Luna shrugged, opening the door.
"That was supposed to be reassuring?" Draco asked, but walked around and got in the passenger side.
"You're not going to die before it's your time." Luna told him. "And when it's your time, I don't think it matters what you're doing."
"What if it's your time?" he argued. "What if I just have the misfortune of being in close proximity?"
She smiled and started the engine.
"Maybe you should let me drive." he suggested.
"You don't know how to drive." she pointed out.
"Yes, but at least I would be trying to drive, and not looking for crumple horned snorckacks or blibbering humdingers and drive us off the road." he huffed.
"All right, I'll drive, and you keep on snorkack lookout." Luna smiled at him. "That's really very thoughtful of you, Draco."
They drove for nearly an hour out into the countryside, and Draco's white knuckled grip on the door handle eventually eased.
"Luna, you saw that little grove of trees we passed just before the curve?"
She glanced over at him for a moment, causing him to gasp and grip the door handle again.
"Yes, what about it?" she asked, turning her attention back to the road.
"Can we turn around and go back there? There's something I want to see."
She turned around and drove back to the spot he indicated, following his directions to pull the car down into the trees so it was barely visible from the road.
"What was it you wanted to see?" she turned to him curiously.
He grinned wickedly. "You naked." and pulled her into his lap.