Yepp..

Hermione's legs buckled slightly, her knees giving way as a wave of heat pulsed through her thighs, leaving a slick warmth trailing down her skin. Her hands fluttered at her sides, fingers twitching as if reaching for something solid to anchor herself, but finding only air and the gentle brush of moth wings. A low, involuntary sound escaped her lips—something between a gasp and a moan—as she swayed on unsteady feet.

Luna's humming ceased. Her dreamy eyes snapped into focus, fixing on Hermione with an intensity that seemed almost out of place on her usually distant features. She crossed the space between them in three silent steps, her hand reaching out to cup Hermione's elbow, steadying her. The moths swirled around them both, their excitement palpable in the air.

"I think you're fragrant, Hermione," Luna muttered, her voice barely above a whisper, her silver eyes tracing the sheen of moisture on Hermione's skin. She leaned in closer, her nose almost brushing Hermione's shoulder, inhaling slowly. "The Flutterbys aren't the only ones drawn to you tonight." She pulled back just enough to meet Hermione's gaze, her expression unreadable but her hand still firm on Hermione's elbow, holding her upright. "You should sit down before you fall."

Luna's hand, still warm from dancing and relaxing, drifted lower towards Hermione’s ass cheeks. Her fingers traced a slow, deliberate path down Hermione's spine, across the curve of her lower back, and finally came to rest on the swell of her ass. The touch was feather-light, exploratory, as if Luna were mapping a territory she had only glimpsed before. Hermione gasped, her body arching involuntarily into Luna's hand. The moths, startled by the sudden movement, fluttered up in a shimmering cloud before resettling on the nearby bedposts. A fresh wave of moisture flooded Hermione's thighs, and she felt her cheeks flush with a heat that had nothing to do with embarrassment. Luna's fingers traced the curve again, this time with more pressure, more intention, sliding along the crease where cheek met thigh before dipping slightly between them. Hermione's breath caught in her throat, as Luna guided the 2 naked girls to her feathered quilt.