Silent for a long time, Luna considered what her friend was telling her now. Ginny had seemed to be against it, now she wasn't. The redhead was also offering to touch her, which all amounted to one possibility.
"We would be having sex," she stated.
If they were both touching each other sexually, then it had to be sex. Did Ginny want to have sex with her? Staring unflinchingly at her friend's feet as they laid next to each other, she began to trace the lines on the bottom of the other girl's feet. Trying to read her lovelines, palm reading was much harder when it wasn't a palm.