A/N: No Fluffy lovin yet but it is coming I promise, I own nothing
Blaise roamed the hallways of Hogwarts looking for Luna, after she had made her announcement at the end of November she had not made mention of whom she was going to marry. Coming to the decision that he had to find out Blaise had decided to invite Luna to his home for Christmas, as he knew her father was somewhere in Romania covering a story for the Quibbler.
Blaise strode through the stacks of the library, heading for a small corner the quartet had come to call their own, and throwing himself down in a chair he glumly studied his boots.
Ginny looked up from the essay she was trying to finish before she left for the Burrow on Saturday, "Still no sign of Luna?", Ginny looked back over her shoulder out the window over the grounds, "Have you tried that little copse of trees over by the small pond, Luna sometimes goes there."
With a smile of thanks Blaise sped out of the library, "He's got it bad, eh Red" Draco drawled as he came around from behind the library shelves.
Ginny snorted, "At least if Luna says yes they have a chance at happiness, me I don't know who I'll end up with. It will just be my luck; I'll end up with some old stinky fat man for a husband, aaarrrrrgh!" Ginny let her head fall forward onto the table in front of her, "Draco do you think your mum would mind if I hid out with her in China?"
She popped back up without waiting for Draco's answer, "That reminds me, you are way to calm about this marriage law. You could end up married to a muggle witch!" Ginny eyed the young man in front of her; he had done a lot of growing up over the past two years. "C'mon Draco tell me, or I'll" not sure what exactly to threaten him with, Ginny paused.
"Now Ginerva, if I told it wouldn't be a secret any more would it?" Draco calmly turned the page of the large book in front of him, he knew that curiosity was eating her up, not a day had gone by that she hadn't tried to weasel it out of him, Draco let out a soft chuckle at the unintended pun. Sighing he closed the book and looked up at Ginny, "Gin suffice it to say that I have a very ancient claim of marriage that I plan to invoke...I just need to be sure that I am doing the right thing."
Ginny tilted her head, "OK, I'll drop it, but only if you help me with this potions essay"
The two unlikely friends started collaboration on the potions essay, Ginny continued to mull over the idea of inviting Blaise, Luna and Draco to the Burrow for Christmas as none of their parents were there. She had owled her mum and dad asking permission but as of this morning Ginny had not received word back.
Trudging through the snow, Blaise cast a warming charm on his clothes and boots, the wind was cold as it whipped across the moors today, as he approached the small copse of trees he spotted a few bright colors hanging from a branch. 'Ah, Luna must have gotten tired of her scarf again' he thought to himself, as he ducked under a tree limb, straightening up he started to laugh.
There was Luna hanging from a tree branch by her knees, her striped toe socks were in very bright Christmas colors of green, yellow, blue and red, Blaise squinted, it looked like there were little trees popping up at random point on her socks, the bright pink lace that covered her knees led to lime green bloomers covered in fuchsia Santa hats.
"Hello Luna, cute knickers you got there"
"They are bloomers, not knickers" Luna's muffled voice came from somewhere near his hips. Pulling her cloak off completely and allowing it to fall to the ground Luna smiled at the beautiful young man in front of her. She had recognized those biker boots as soon as they had appeared at the edge of the trees, only Blaise would wear Harley Davidson boots, black jeans and muggle t-shirts with idiotic sayings on them, tilting her head up she tried to see what he had on today.
"It appears that a stick figure is attempting sexual congress with the letter 'U'" Luna observed with interest.
"Hmm, oh yeah picked up when I went to London coupla weeks ago, Granger just about flipped when she saw it. Don't exactly know what's wrong with it myself." Blaise lay down on the ground, after casting a transfiguration spell to change Luna's cloak into a mattress. "So Luna any more thought on who you're going to propose to this Christmas?"
Blaise asked while trying not to show how much the answer meant to him, he looked out across the landscape that resembled a picture in a muggle child's fairy book.
When Luna didn't answer, Blaise started to sit up, only to be forced back down as Luna slipped off the branch, her knees fortunately landed on either side of his head rather than knocking him out.
Blaise lifted his head to ask if Luna was alright and found himself with his nose buried where one could find oneself hexed if the woman didn't care for you. Giving into temptation, Blaise pressed even further forward and placed a chaste kiss on the heated cotton, the scent that was uniquely Luna filled his nostrils, and he instantly became hard.
Pulling on every bit of gentlemanly inclinations that he possessed, Blaise rolled Luna off the side, sitting up he looked at her face. The bright red color worried him, gently shaking her Blaise called her name, relief flooded through him as Luna groaned.
Eyes fluttering Luna became aware of her surroundings; she seemed to be lying under a tree with her head on Blaise's lap.
Blaise reached up a hand and pushed Luna's bangs away from her eyes, a hex during the final battle had turned them completely silver, and to Blaise they were the most wonderful eyes in the world. "Luna will you marry me?" The proposal was out of his mouth before he was aware that he was speaking.
Luna looked thoughtful for a moment, "You were not one of the ones I was contemplating asking." She stated as she sat up, "Why would you want to marry me?"
Blaise looked at her aghast, "Who? What?" he managed to get out.
"I was weighing the options of either Ernie Macmillan or Orison Thruston as husbands" Luna continued as if Blaise had not groaned at the mention of Ernie. "Ernie has a stable job and he never hid any of my things." Looking off dreamily into the trees she quit talking.
Blaise waited for Luna to continue, but realized that she had finished, "I can see where you would find Orison Thruston as a possible potential husband, after all he is the drummer for Weird Sisters, but Ernie Macmillan? Him I just don't get." Blaise shook his head, bringing his arms up to wrap around Luna's waist. "Why did you never think of me?" He asked softly.
Luna turned her silver eyes back towards Blaise, "You are my only true friend, I did not want to lose that." She whispered softly.
Blaise hugged the small woman to his chest, "you'll never lose me as a friend Luna," Blaise reassured her, "So how would you like to join me for Christmas?"
Luna squealed and flung her arms around Blaise's neck, almost chocking him, "I take that as a yes?" Blaise laughingly asked.
"Oh, Oh," Luna exclaimed, "I have to go pack" With that she left in a flurry of color, walking swiftly back to the castle.
Just as Ginny was finishing up her potions essay, a small grey owl landed on the table in front of her, hooting softly she held out her leg. Ginny removed the message from her leg, "Sorry Diedre I don't have any treats here." Ginny scratched the owls head, in apology.
Opening the letter she recognized her mothers handwriting,
Ginny Dear,
Your friends are more than welcome to come to the Burrow for Christmas Eve to Boxing Day. It will be wonderful to have a houseful for Christmas with your brothers unable to come home.
I have heard from Bill, Fleur and little Nicholas will be here for Christmas Day only, as you are aware Harry, Ron and thier wives will be in Costa Rica, Charlie has not been able to get away from Romania, and your brother Percy will be with Penelope's family for the holidays.
I am still hoping that Hermione will be coming for the holidays, she has been so involved with that new idiotic Marriage Law. I do believe that she also has a new beau, however she has not mentioned who he is, has she said anything to you?
I must dash
I love you
Mum
Folding up the letter Ginny looked across the table, "Draco what are you doing for Christmas?"