Luna’s serene smile grew a little as she set the music box on a bookshelf.
She stepped towards Hermione, watching her with an uncharacteristically focused and penetrating look.
Hermione blinked and felt her heart rate speed up.
“Do you need anything? Something to drink?” Luna asked, gesturing to a table under the window.
Hermione saw a bottle of elderflower wine and a single glass.
“That’d be nice,” she said. Luna stepped in the direction of the table, but Hermione hurried past her.
The bottle was open already, and Hermione poured it with an infuriatingly trembling hand.
Hermione felt Luna’s gaze upon her as she brought the glass to her lips.
There was a swell in the music, and as she became aware of the space between her legs again, Hermione tilted her glass upwards and swallowed its entire contents in four swift gulps.
Luna watched her without reaction.
Embarrassed, she set the glass down and looked at Luna with a small smile.
“Well,” Hermione said shortly, “shall we get on with it, then?”
Luna blinked serenely at her. “If you’re ready.”
Hermione swallowed and attempted a smile. “I am.”
With her gaze steady, Luna stepped toward Hermione until they were only inches apart.
Luna’s scent mingled with the musty smell of books and candles, and Hermione took a deep, shuddering breath as Luna reached up and began to unbutton her blouse.
Luna’s gaze never wavered as Hermione blinked and tried to keep a hold on herself. If Luna could take this all in stride, she certainly could as well.
Her heart continued to pound loudly as Luna worked her buttons, and she was startled to feel an echoing pulse directly between her legs. She bit her lip and unconsciously rocked her hips slightly.
Luna’s pupils grew larger as she felt the movement and undid the final button. Her fingers trailed up to Hermione’s shoulders and pushed the shirt back from her body and off.
Luna pulled even closer, and her hand came to rest on Hermione’s waist. "We can't do this" Hermione uttered.
"Why?" asked Luna with disappointment. "Because my mom got scared and said I'm moving to my aunt and uncle in Bel-Air!"
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