Draco had planned this day for weeks. Nothing went as it should.
He was going to take her on a picnic in the countryside. They would fly out on his broom, with her sitting behind him, arms around his waist and head against his back the way she always did. They would have a lovely, romantic luncheon. He would recite a carefully rehearsed speech, slip a ring on her finger, and wait for her to shout yes. And just maybe, if he was lucky, he would get a little love on their picnic blanket.
The morning dawned cloudy and overcast. The sky opened into a full fledged downpour an hour before they were to leave. Draco scrambled to get reservations at the most romantic French resturant he knew, but Luna wanted to go on the picnic anyway. They couldn't fly due to the weather, so he had to apparate them both there. Unfortunately, apparation removes any weather imperviousness charms, so when they arrived, they got soaked before Draco was able to shuck off his outer cloak and transfigure it into a tent. Luna spread the blanket on the ground, with charms to keep the mud from soaking through, and then dried them both. Draco unshrunk the picnic basket, to find it had been somewhat scrambled during apparation. Nearly all the containers had come open and dumped into the bottom of the picnic basket. Even with the best spells they could both manage, there was still chicken salad in the pudding and fruit in the potatoes. They were only able to salvage one sandwich and the butterbeers. Luna insisted this was all going to be funny one day, but to Draco, this was not the day.
Finally, he began his speech. "Luna, no one else knows me the way you do. You've been with me through the worst times of my life. I want you to be with me in the best ones as well." He drew the ring from his pocket and reached for her hand.
Unfortunately, she reached for his to see what he was holding. When they bumped each other, the ring flew from Draco's fingers and bounced out the entrance of the tent. Luna scrambled that direction, sticking her head and arms out into the rain to search the mud.
"Oh, please." Draco tugged her back in to the tent. "Why do you have to do everthing the hard way?" He pointed his wand out of the tent flap. "Accio ring."
Seconds later, the ring zoomed into his outstretched hand. He turned to Luna, who was regarding him with a curious frown.
"Is that thunder?" she asked.
"Doesn't really sound like it." he frowned, listening to the sound she heard. "It sounds more like a charging centaur."
They looked at each other and then flipped open the tent flaps.
A bull was running toward the tent, looked completely bewildered.
There was a ring in its nose.
"Finite!" Draco shouted as Luna called out a shield spell.
The bull came to a sudden stop only feet from the tent. He walked slowly all the way around, bumping a few times against the barrier it couldn't see, before finally ambling back in the direction from which it had come.
Draco slowly released the breath he had been holding and turned to Luna, who was biting her lip to keep from laughing.
"Yes, I'll marry you." she winked at him. "But if it's all the same to you, I only want this ring." She stroked a finger across Draco's clenched fist.
The both laughed then, and Luna flung herself into Draco's arms.
He did, at least, get some love on the picnic blanket.