"Hmm? .... Oh, yes, Ronald, of course!" The beautiful Ravenclaw rose languidly off Neville's lap, leaving the poor bloke stunned nearly to the point of giddiness, and clearly aroused enough to beg for more. Yet Luna turned and followed Ron out of the sitting room; the redhead couldn't be sure, but he thought he noticed her swaying her hips and bum quite deliberately as she flounced out into the Burrow's front garden, matching Ron step for step.