Luna needs a place to sit

“Oh, Hermione is my pet now. She let me drug her and now she’s mine!” Luna casually explains the situation to Ginny, who raises an eyebrow but withholds comment. She’s just as curious as Hermione to see where this is going.

Luna turns her attention to the groveling Hermione, “Golly, my legs are tired from standing all day, would you be a good girl and be my steed? Let me use you as a chair while I read my book.” Luna holds up a very thick book, and when Hermione gulps and holds still, she sits sideways on her back with her legs daintily crossed.

Ginny’s eyebrows raise further, expecting Hermione to throw off her rider before too long, but Hermione merely grits her teeth and stays bearing up Luna’s modest weight without complaint. “Geez Luna, you weren’t kidding, huh?”

Luna looks at Ginny with a blank expression, “Do you expect me to lie?”

“No no no, but damn, I’ve never seen Hermione so eagerly underfoot before, I gotta say… it’s pretty hot!” Ginny blushes as she admits her thoughts, but her awkwardness doesn’t phase Luna.