Ginny loved how Luna's hand fit in hers.
Her hands were so small. The feeling of her dainty fingers entwined with her rougher digits made her feel gayer than she ever had. Even the stares and disgruntled looks from older wizards couldn't stop her happiness. Their judgment couldn't penetrate the bond formed by their union. She simply clasped the tiny hand harder.
Because as long as she had Luna's hand in hers everything would be alright.