"Yeah?" Luna smiled, it was more of a breath than a word, but it made sense enough to her. She had heard stories after all, of hurried hands in broom closets, of boys who couldn't count past four. This.. this was not that at all. Though Luna was not a prideful person, she did feel it at how different, and nice this was.
She shifted underneath Neville then, trying to move with him as he rocked - when he moved inside her again, it was her turn to gasp.