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“Are you ok, Luna?” Ginny giggled. Her face looked redder than Gryffindor’s colours.
The shots they drunk had magical alcohol and little did they know. Only when Luna settled on her lap, Ginny suspected a little. But drunk too, little did she care.
“Have you always been this beautiful, Ginny?” Luna’s words slurred. Gently, her red hair was tucked behind her ear.
“No more than you.” Ginny also caressed her cheek.
“Not possible, since you’re prettier than Antipodean Opaleyes.”
Ginny smiled amusedly. “Well, you’re prettier than two of those.”
Luna didn’t answer with words. Stared at her lips. Ginny indulged.