Happenstance

Chapter 29: An Unplanned Conversation

In the four short months Luna and Draco had been living together, he had learned a lot about the young witch who'd rather unexpectedly turned out to be the love of his life. This knowledge had made it quite easy for him to predict how she would react and choose to handle situations, and his most recent prediction of her not being able to just doze off after they'd made love that morning, was correct. True to form, Luna was wired; though just by looking at her, Draco could tell that she could use a few hours of rest. Nevertheless, when he'd suggested that they try out the board game, Scrabble, that he'd purchased a few days back when he'd gone into Muggle London to 'buy developmental toys for Lanny', Luna had been all for it.

Before they'd started playing Scrabble, Luna had carefully gone over the rules and made sure that both of them understood just how to play; since she was sure that if she didn't, Draco would find a way to cheat, after all, he was a Malfoy and Malfoy's like to win, even if it means they have to cheat to do it. Just as they were drawing their tiles, Landon's cries could be heard from the nursery, signaling his parents that he was finished with his nap, whether they liked it or not. Pulling the top sheet from the bed, Luna wrapped it around herself before hurrying into the nursery to retrieve their fussy son.

As always, the moment she'd picked him up, Landon's cries ceased. Inwardly, Draco wondered if it was a good idea to give him what he wanted every time he cried, but quickly dismissed the thought, seeing as how his own parents had done just that and he'd turned out perfectly fine; or at least he felt he had.

As Luna returned to their bedchamber's from the adjacent nursery, holding Landon against her chest with one arm while she held up the sheet that covered her with the other; Draco watched them intently, thinking to himself that he'd never seen his girlfriend look so beautiful before. Sure he'd seen her in fancy evening gowns that he'd even gone through the trouble of picking out, and he'd seen her in sexy jeans and a jumper with her hair done perfectly and just enough makeup to highlight her features, but for some reason Draco felt she was most beautiful in that moment; without any makeup, clad in only a bed sheet and her 'I've-just-had-my-brains-shagged-out-hair' all over her head. And the fact that she was holding the worlds most handsome baby boy in her arms certainly didn't hurt either.

"What?" Luna asked, as she lay Landon's blankey out at the top of the bed and carefully placed him on it, so that he was situated between his parents and far enough away from the edges that they didn't need to worry about him falling off. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Like what?" Draco asked, feigning innocence.

"Like that," she said, laughing a bit. She wasn't sure why, but he had kept on staring at her like she was the most fascinating thing he'd ever seen. "Stop it!"

"Stop what?" he asked, jokingly. He knew exactly what he was doing, he just liked toying with her; and let's face it, she made it easy. "I can't help it if the most beautiful witch in the world feels compelled to spend a great deal of her time in this room with me. I'm just an innocent victim."

"I swear, you get cheesier everyday," Luna said, crawling over to where Draco lay on his back, looking up at her. Leaning down, Luna kissed him, letting him twine his fingers through her thoroughly disheveled mane. Several minutes passed before the couple broke apart, and even then it was only because Landon decided to remind them of his presence by giggling. "Keep your hands to yourself Mr. Malfoy," Luna joked, pulling away as she wrapped the sheet that Draco had removed from her body back in place. "Let's wait a few more years before we submerse our son in debauchery."

"Why wait?" Draco half joked, more than ready to have another go.

"Because I want to play a game," Luna said, straightening the game board back up since she'd knocked it around on the bed with the sheet, when she was crawling over to Draco.

"Well if its games you're into..."

"Scrabble," Luna interjected, not giving him the chance to make the dirty comment that he undoubtedly had planned. "I want to play Scrabble; not whatever naughty games you've got stored in that dirty mind of yours."

"I have a dirty mind!" Draco exclaimed. "That's the pot calling the cauldron black! Need I remind you of that thing you do with your..."

"No," Luna interrupted. "I'm well aware of the cleanliness, or lack thereof, of my thoughts and actions. Besides, I didn't hear you complaining." Draco just rolled his eyes; why on Earth would he complain. Any wizard would have given their right testicle to be in some of the situations she'd had him in as of late. "Can we start the game now, please?"

"Whatever my Lady wishes," Draco said, rolling over onto his stomach. Immediately, he regretted that move, as the rather persistent erection Luna had so lovingly bestowed upon him rubbed against the duvet, reminding him that he wasn't quite satisfied with the idea of playing a board game at that moment. "You sure you don't want to shag again real quick?"

"Later," Luna said, waving his suggestion off without even looking up from her tiles.

"Easy for you to say," Draco muttered, begrudgingly situating his tiles on their wooden rest. He hoped that this distraction would help to keep his mind off of another distraction he was currently having to deal with, and he hoped it worked fast.

"Who goes first?" Luna asked, smirking as she looked up from her tiles.

"Don't take up poker," Draco said, earning himself a confused look from his girlfriend. By the look she'd had on her face, Draco could tell that she was quite tickled by whatever it was she had spelled out with her tiles. Apparently, keeping a straight face was out of the question. "And I go first."

"Why do you go first?" Luna asked, eager to lay down her tiles.

"Because, I bought it," Draco said, lamely, a smile spreading across his own face. 'Note to self,' Draco thought, 'Don't take up poker.' Even though he'd just poked fun at Luna for not being able to stop herself from revealing how pleased she was by the tiles she'd drawn, Draco had been unable to mask his own pleasure too. Quickly, while snickering to himself, Draco lay down his small wooden tiles.

"Blowjob!" Luna exclaimed, as she read what he'd spelled out.

"Is that an offer?" Draco asked, cheekily. "Cause I'd love one."

"When don't you?" she asked, rhetorically. "So, are we playing naughty Scrabble or something?"

"No, that's just what the tiles spelled out," he defended. "I can't help what tiles I drew. It's your turn." Blushing, Luna lay her tiles down on the board.

"Who's being dirty now!" Draco asked, staring at the word she'd just put down. "Scrotum? That's very uncharacteristic of you, Miss Lovegood. I'm not even hundred percent sure I know what that is."

"It's the..."

"And I don't want to," Draco said, before she had a chance to give him the definition; he already knew the basic idea and he certainly didn't want to hear the details.

For nearly an hour, Draco and Luna continued their game of Scrabble; spelling out dirty words whenever they had the chance. It got to the point where they abandoned keeping score and just divvied up the tiles and took turns spelling out weird things. The two of them couldn't remember a time when they'd laughed as hard as they did during that game. The best part was that even though he didn't have the slightest clue what was going on, every time Luna and Draco started laughing, Landon would join in. It was a very deranged family activity, Luna had mentioned. The weirdest part, was that Landon was wearing more clothing than either of his parents were, which would have proven to be a rather odd sight, were anyone to walk in on them at that moment.

"Marry me," Draco said, without thinking or giving any warning whatsoever. Luna's head shot up off the bed and she stared at him for all of two seconds before answering.

"Okay."

"Okay," Draco replied, lamely as he nodded, not exactly sure of what had just happened. He hadn't planned on proposing until he was sure that Luna was ready for it, but the words had just slipped out and he hadn't been able to stop them. The fact that she had said okay was even more shocking then the question he'd asked. To be honest, he wasn't exactly sure if she'd heard him correctly or not, but he wasn't about to check, afraid that she'd change her answer when he clarified the question. "You hungry?" Draco asked, his eyes opened wide due to the shock of the situation. Draco hoped that his plan of using his bottomless pit of a stomach, as a way to get Luna out of the room long enough for him to gather his thoughts, would work. Luna looked just as shocked as Draco did, and without so much as a word, she gathered the sheet that was draped over her body into her fist, and high-tailed it to the door.

When he was sure that she was gone, Draco rolled over to where Landon lay, picking his son up and laying the baby on top of his chest so that they were face to face. For several moments, they just stared at each other, Landon reaching up and trying to grab onto his father's nose a few times, but missing since his eye-hand coordination was still developing.

"Lanny, I think I just proposed to your Mum," Draco whispered, still unable to believe what he'd just done. "And she accepted!" Luna had said yes, but Draco wasn't sure if she'd really meant yes, or if she'd just been caught off guard by the question and had blurted out the first thing that had come to mind.

"Gaaa," Landon babbled, successfully grabbing hold of his fathers lips in his tiny, uncertain hands.

"Yeah," Draco said, pulling his head away. "Gaaa, is right. Daddy's in deep Gaaa."

For nearly fifteen minutes, Draco just lay in bed with his son resting on his chest, trying to think through the situation he'd just created. By no means was he unhappy with the idea of marrying his girlfriend, it was actually the exact opposite. Draco would have married Luna the day he'd found out about Landon if she'd have gone through with it. The only concern he had was the way he'd proposed and how quickly she'd accepted. It was just too uncharacteristic of her previous behavior for him not to think twice about it.

Deciding that since he couldn't take it back; well actually he could, but that would involve using the time turner and he wasn't about to start screwing with that thing on a regular basis; Draco lay Landon back down on his blankey and rushed into his closet. As quickly as possible, Draco unwarded the safe he'd had installed when he bought the house and pulled out a small velvet box, before hurrying back into the bedroom.

Ten minutes later, Luna returned to the room with a bowl of potato chips in hand. Apparently, she'd been busying thinking about the events that had just taken place, since Draco knew it didn't take twenty-five minutes to empty a bag of chips into a bowl. Smiling awkwardly, Luna sat down on the bed, fidgeting with the bowl of chips to occupy her shaking hands. Taking a deep breath, Draco stood and pulled on his boxers that were lying on the floor, before going to stand next to Luna. For several moments he just stood there, looking down at her with a strange, uncertain look on his face, before dropping down to one knee.

"Marry me?" Draco said, sounding really unsure of whether or not he was asking the right question. Opening the small velvet box he'd retrieved from his safe a few minutes earlier, Draco presented Luna with an engagement ring. This wasn't just any ring. This was the Malfoy family engagement ring. Every witch who'd ever married into the family had worn this ring throughout the duration of their engagement, before being given a new ring at the actual wedding. When his mother had found out that he truly cared for Luna, she'd given him the ring to use when he was ready.

"I already said yes," Luna said, cupping Draco's face in her hand that wasn't holding up the bed sheet. As soon as she smiled down at him, the uncertainty that he was feeling melted away. Excitedly, Draco removed the extravagant diamond ring from the box and slipped it on his fiance's finger. For the first time since he'd initially blurted out his proposal, Luna actually showed signs of being excited. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she closed what little space there was between their bodies, and kissed him.

"And this is really what you want?" Draco asked, as they broke their kiss. "You don't feel pressured or anything?"

"This is what I want," Luna assured him, her bright blue eyes welled up with tears. "I promise." That was all he needed to hear to know that she really wanted to be his wife, and that she wasn't saying yes because she felt obligated to do so. She just wanted to be his wife.

"You hear that Lanny," Draco said, bounding over to his son and gathering him into his arms. "Your Mum's finally gonna marry me!" Holding Landon's little body up so that he covered his face, Draco said in a high pitched voice, trying to mimic a baby, "It's about time."

"Shut up, Malfoy," Luna said, taking Landon from Draco before kissing him once more.

"Which one?" Draco asked. "I'm not the only Malfoy here." Luna didn't answer, she just rolled her eyes and sat down so she could nurse Landon, the entire time admiring the beautiful engagement ring on her finger.

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HOPE YOU ALL LIKED IT. I WAS TEMPTED TO MAKE HIS PROPOSAL ELABORATE, BUT I THOUGHT I'D CHANGE IT UP AND MAKE IT MORE CHARACTERISTIC OF HIS PAST BEHAVIOR IN THIS STORY; UNPLANNED AND A BIT OF A... HAPPENSTANCE (like how I tied that in there)

FYI: JUST SO YOU ALL KNOW, LANDON IS SEVEN MONTHS OLD NOW. HE WAS THREE MONTHS OLD WHEN LUNA AND DRACO STARTED LIVING TOGETHER, AND ITS BEEN FOUR MONTHS NOW. SO, ALL THIS HAS HAPPENED IN A RELATIVELY SHORT PERIOD OF TIME.

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