NOTE! pure fluff! PURE, PERFECT, DRUNA FLUFF! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! btw, I own nothing but the story lines.

Draco slammed the front door as he trudged his way to his favorite green arm chair, allowing himself to sink into the plush cushion and relish the feel of the luxurious fabric.

"Draco is that you?" Luna's voice rang through the gigantic house.

"No Luna. It's simply a thief wishing to pilfer your good silverware and the silk sheets," he replied sarcastically. "Of course it's me! You think a thief would have keys to the front door?!" he responded exasperatedly, running a hand through his platinum hair.

"Well, when you say it that way," Luna replied, practically floating into the room. She noticed her husband slouched down into his favorite chair, his hand trailing through his hair.

"Stress isn't good for you, you know. The Wrackspurts must be getting into your head and keeping you from functioning properly," she said, coming towards the man.

Draco inclined his head towards his wife, smiling slightly when he saw her. She could always make him smile it seemed.

Luna came around to the front of his chair and frowned once she got a good look at him. He was still in his work clothes; a black vest over a white dress shirt whose sleeves had been rolled up to his elbows, with black sock clad feet peeking out from underneath the cuffs of black trousers. A green neck tie settled carefully between the vest and shirt completed the business man look. If it weren't for the absence of his black loafers and suit coat, he would have looked every bit the business man that he was.

"What's wrong?" he asked, noticing her frown.

"You are still uppity," she replied. He smiled at her simplicity. It was her own personal word for when he was still dressed in his work clothes, and to be honest, he liked that she had come up with it.

Before Draco could do anything about it though, she had pulled him to the loveseat where she forced him to sit, and sat prettily in front of him on her knees. She started with his vest, undoing the silver buttons quickly but carefully. After finishing unbuttoning his vest, she moved to his tie, undoing it with deft motions before removing it from around his neck. Draco let out a satisfied sigh once she had removed it, and began to maneuver his neck until it gave out a deep sounding crack that caused Draco to relax even more. He undid the top two buttons of his shirt and breathed a sigh of relief at having the stiff collar not so tight.

Draco looked at his wife with his steel colored eyes, and basically pleaded, "Can we go cuddle?"

Luna smiled and tilted her head, her blonde hair falling to the side slightly. "Of course!" she replied happily, and with that Draco grabbed his tie with one hand and her hand with his other and led her up the stairs to their bedroom, the skirt of her baby blue summer dress billowing around her legs as they went. Their room was a brighter room than Draco had grown up with, but he loved it because it was them. Bright green sheets adorned the king sized bed which was painted a lovely sea foam color that Luna had insisted upon. Draco however, had insisted that the walls remain neutral, and so they had settled on a light grey color, giving the room a nice calming atmosphere.

As soon as they crossed the threshold, Draco removed his vest and tossed it upon the amour along with his thin, emerald tie. He quickly undid the rest of the buttons on his shirt and allowed it to slip from his shoulders and hit the floor. He had always hated to sleep in a shirt in the hot summer months. He pulled Luna towards the bed and they got under the covers, Luna cuddling close to Draco and wrapping her arms around his slim, yet well-toned torso and burying her face in his bare chest. Years of playing Quidditch had truly blessed him. In turn, he wrapped his arms around her shoulders, taking in the sweet smell of her hair as it fanned out on the pillows.

"I love you," he breathed into her golden locks.

"I love you," she responded, burying her nose even further, if that were possible, into his chest.

He then placed a finger under her chin and lifted her face to meet his. His eyes were full of the love he had pronounced seconds earlier, and her eyes mirrored them. "How did I ever get so lucky as to be loved by someone as wonderful as you?" he asked. "I do believe I was the one who got lucky. I married a prince," Luna replied, smiling warmly and lovingly up at the man she had grown to adore so much.

Draco leaned down slightly, meeting his lips with Luna's who eagerly returned the kiss.

Their lips parted from each other minutes later, breaths coming out ragged and patchy. Once again, they wrapped themselves in each other's arms. Draco was first to fall asleep, and Luna smiled at his sleeping form, his muscled chest rising and falling rhythmically. She brushed a strand of his platinum bangs away from his closed eyes and kissed his nose. She then buried herself back into his chest, his arms instinctively wrapping tighter around her even though he was asleep. Then she drifted off as well, the Slytherin Prince with his Ravenclaw Princess wrapped in his arms. The two lovers with only a white dress shirt, a black vest, and a slim green tie as their witnesses.