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Luna had spent most of the day reading in her room; it seemed that since she had agreed to marry Draco, there wasn't really any need for anyone to talk to her, which she was perfectly content with. She stopped reading as she heard footsteps near her door. She peered over the book to see the shadow of the person in front of her room underneath the crack at the bottom of the door. Suddenly a neat little envelope slid through and the footsteps scurried away. Luna got up from her chair and picked the letter up off the floor.

Luna,

My mother has requested that you make yourself present at the next family dinner, as you will soon be a part of our family. Do not dishonor me by ignoring this invitation.

Yours,

-D

P.S. unfortunately I will be unable to attend dinner with you, as I will be away on business.

Luna was puzzled by Draco's behavior, would it not have been easier to just tell her to come eat dinner? Unsure of what she could have possibly done to cause this she decided to simply continue to abide by Draco's requests.

Dining with the Malfoy's was apparently a bigger deal than Luna had anticipated. A slew of house elves had brought her a black cocktail dress and some new earrings and a necklace to wear to dinner. It certainly seemed strange to her to be so formal with her soon to be family and she dreaded the hassle of preparing for future meals together, it all seemed so tiresome. However, she highly doubted that there would ever be any lax in their behavior so she would simply have to get used to it. Eventually it would be routine for her to wear her best pearls to breakfast, lunch and dinner.

One thing Luna knew that she would not have to get used to was how delicious everything was. Luna had only ever had meals like this at Hogwarts, the table was overflowing with more food than anyone could ever eat. The conversation at dinner was more or less the same at every meal. Narcissa would talk ad nauseam about all the pureblood families, what they were doing, what they we wearing, new couples, or scandals. All of which seemed to interest Luna about as much as it did Lucius who did his best to fake interest in his wife's banter. Narcissa seemed content to rattle on with the occasional nod of agreement from her fellow dining companions. Luna didn't know any of the people that Narcissa talked about, if she had she might be more inclined to engage in conversation and also if she wasn't persistently nervous that she might use the wrong silverware.

It had been quite a long time since Luna had seen Draco. For whatever reason he seemed to be gone on mission after mission with no sign of when he might return. Every so often Narcissa would mention that Draco had sent a letter, which always generally said the same thing. How he missed his family, how he regrettably had to stay away longer because the Dark Lord had given him another assignment. Things had been going like this for about 2 months now. Luna had dinner with the Malfoys and spent her free time in the library, or the garden. It was all so routine now, so routine in fact that Luna nearly dropped her spoon when she heard her name at the dinner table.

"Luna, dear."

Luna looked up from her soup and made eye contact with Narcissa, who was all smiles.

"Mrs. Malfoy?"

"Dear, don't you think it's about time that you start planning your wedding?"

Luna had honestly not thought about having an actual wedding, Draco's absenteeism made her forget that they were in fact engaged.

"I um…" her words stumbled out

"Well, you can't just stay engaged forever, dear! I'll have a wedding planner come and meet you tomorrow after breakfast so you can get started right away!"

"That….that sounds wonderful Mrs. Malfoy I…"

"You of course will have to run everything by me for approval. We want to make sure everything is perfect for your big day!"

"Of course, thank you Mrs. Malfoy." Luna smiled and nodded.

The rest of the meal Luna could only concentrate on the fact that she would be having a wedding and be married to someone she hardly knew. The rest of the day seemed like a daze she could hardly focus on the book she was reading and before she knew it she had slid under her covers and sat in the darkness until she couldn't keep her eyes open any longer.

"Good morning, Dear!"

Luna woke abruptly and covered herself with blankets and locked eyes with the figure who had barged into the bedroom, no one had ever come in to Luna's room before aside from Draco. When Mrs. Malfoy had discussed starting wedding plans she hadn't imagined she would be so intrusive.

"Wakey Wakey, Dear!"

Narcissa trotted to Luna's bed and tore the covers from her.

"You can't keep the world's best wedding planner waiting! I have brunch waiting for you in the parlor!"

Luna was barely awake and cognizant before Narcissa had pushed her into the shower and then into an uncomfortable floral dress and white pumps that she tripped in several times walking down the hall to meet this 'master of wedding planning' that Narcissa set up for her to meet.

Luna opened the parlor door and was fully surprised to find a man sitting at the table before her taking a bite of toast with an array of dishes set out for them. The man finished chewing and abruptly stood up and walked over to greet her.

"it's a pleasure to meet you Ms. Lovegood!" he took her hand and shook it gently.

"My name is Rolf Scamander."

"It's a pleasure to meet you as well Mr. Scamander."

For Luna it certainly was a pleasure. It had been so long since Luna had contact with someone besides the Malfoy family and Rolf Scamander was a very pleasant and handsome gentleman.

"Pardon me, but you wouldn't happen to be related to Newt Scamander would you?"

"I am! He's my grandfather."

"That's amazing! I'm such a fan of his work!" Luna was more than excited now, not only did she have someone to talk to, but she might actually be able to have a discussion about something she was really interested in.

"Really? I couldn't have ever imagined that Draco Malfoy's fiancé would be interested in magizoology" he chuckled.

"I love animals more than anything!" She was beaming with excitement.

Luna and Rolf spent the rest of the afternoon talking and laughing, but once a few hours had gotten away from them Rolf realized that no planning had actual gotten done for the wedding.

"Goodness, look at the time! I suppose well have to actually plan your wedding another day then?"

Luna had enjoyed herself so much that she had totally forgotten about the wedding. Rolf was truly wonderful to talk to.

Most of the days that Rolf had come to visit were like that, spending hours just talking and occasionally discussing wedding plans. When Narcissa asked Luna how the plans were going she simply told her that there were so many options that it was difficult for her to decide, but she always commented at how wonderful Mr. Scamander was at his job.

Draco had not been back to Malfoy manor for a good 3 months. It was surprisingly easy for him to stay away, it was almost peculiar how few missions that the dark lord went on himself these days, not that Draco would ever mention that to anyone. Most of his missions were the same, tracking someone down, looking for information, or fighting resistance groups. After another successful mission Draco was summoned to see the dark lord. Despite his rank Draco could count on his hands the number of times he had seen the dark lord in person and being in his presence still made him shiver to his core.

"Draco, I wanted to let you know that you've done a marvelous job these past few months"

"Thank you, my lord." Draco kneeled before him trying very hard not look him in the eyes.

"I think it would be best if you had a vacation. You've been working so hard, I don't want you to start getting sloppy on your missions."

"with all due respect my lord, I feel perfectly fine I…."

"Are you arguing with me young Malfoy?"

"No, my lord. I just…"

"excellent, then you'll leave for home in the morning"

Draco didn't want to go home to face Luna, but somehow making the Dark Lord angry seemed more hazardous to his health.