Draco hurried to the door and prepared to put on his best winning smile. He suddenly felt a knot of tension in his stomach. Glancing around, he noticed that one of the marigolds in his display looked slightly askew. After rushing over, he fixed it, and fixed his hair as well for good measure before returning to the door. Okay. Everything was going to go smoothly. He opened it.

"Luna," he cried mirthfully. "So good to see you again. Sorry to keep you waiting just now, I hope you don't mind. I haven't yet got a house elf to take care of arrivals. Anyway, do come in. I think you'll find everything here to your taste." He stepped aside and gestured for her to step in, noticing as he did so that she was looking presentable. Surely that could be taken as a good omen.