Hermione nodded softly and slowly against Luna's shoulder. What she was saying made sense. Maybe without wanting to shag every cute girl she saw she could think clearly enough to make some progress towards a solution?
She swallowed hard. "That sounds...really nice," Hermione began. "I...I mean...do you...want to do that? I mean, I could...do it myself, right?" she asked, her cheeks burning.
Hermione groaned at Luna's explicit suggestion. Her new cock twitched beneath Luna's hand in wanton anticipation. "I...fancy girls, Luna," Hermione confessed quietly. "I'm not sure if...I could keep my hands off you."
Sex meant a lot of things. Luna could likely help her relieve some tension without having Hermione actually do anything to her. Hermione wasn't sure she had that kind of willpower if that was what Luna had in mind.