"We should have a huge wedding. Invite everyone we know and even people we don't." Luna suggested, trailing her fingers through Draco's hair.
"Are you mad?" he snorted.
"You seem to ask me that quite a bit." she answered.
"We can't have a huge wedding. The more people there are, the more chance there is that someone will hex me at the altar." he grumbled.
"I thought you wanted to rebuild your family's reputation." she said.
"I do, but I want to live long enough to enjoy the rebuilt reputation." he huffed.
"The more you hide from the world and act like a criminal, the longer the world is going to presume you are one." she offered.
"What do you know?" he scoffed. "Like you have loads of social experience to tell you these things."
He sat up abruptly from where had been laying with his head on Luna's lap and stalked over to sit on the bench.
"I understand more of human nature than most people think I do." she called, not making any attempt to follow him.
"Then you should understand why I don't want a big wedding." he folded his arms and pouted like a scolded child.
"Because you're afraid." she murmured, smiling gently.
"I am not afraid!" he thundered. "I just don't want some idiot fanatic ruining our day!"
"All the more reason to invite everyone we know. That way, there are more people to watch your back." she pointed out.
"And more people to watch it blown to bits!" he insisted. "We are not having a huge wedding!"
She slowly rose, crossed over to where he sat, and knelt by his feet. She reached up, tangled both hands in the front of his shirt, and pulled his face down until their lips met. They kissed until they were both slightly breathless before drawing back.
"We'll have a medium wedding." she offered. "Not everyone we know, but more than just our immediate families. Neville, Harry, and Ron will be there. You won't have to worry. They won't let anyone hex you and ruin my wedding."
He smiled at her. "Okay, I can live with that. But I still think the only reason you want a big wedding is so you can invite all the Weasleys."
"They do throw a great party." she smiled back. "Like Hufflepuffs, but without the funny cigarettes."
He pulled her up on the bench beside him. "Do you realize, if you count the beginning of our relationship being the night you came to the Room of Requirement, we have been together almost five years and that was our first argument?"
"No, the night I came to the Room of Requirement was our first argument." she shook her head.
"It was not." he frowned.
"Yes, it was." she tilted her head. "I said it was a date, and you insisted it wasn't."
"That wasn't really an argument." he snorted.
"When two people, in turn, present reasons they do not agree on a subject, that is an argument." she rolled her eyes.
"Or just a discussion." he made a face of annoyance.
"But I was right." she smiled suddenly. "If that was the beginning of our relationship, then it was a date."
"It was not a date!" he growled. "It was just two people getting to know one another over snacks in a dusty old room full of junk until they were set upon by pixies."
"That sounds a lot like a date." she observed.
"It was not a ..."
Luna grabbed him again and kissed him thoroughly once more.
She pulled back and looked up at Draco who was breathing hard with his face flushed.
"I win again." she smirked.