A/N: Content warning – discussions of sex and consent. Written for ReadBooksWriteThings.
For three weeks, they had dated blissfully. Now, curled up in Ginny's bed, watching a Muggle film projected onto the wall, it finally dawned on Luna what she would be expected to do. She pulled the doona over her legs, suddenly feeling very exposed.
Ginny wrapped an arm around Luna, who trembled.
"What's wrong?" Ginny asked.
"I can't do it," Luna whispered, blinking back tears.
"Hey," Ginny hushed. "Do what, baby?"
"Sex."
Ginny squeezed her hand. "You don't ever have to have sex if you don't want to. Okay?"
Luna nodded and snuggled into Ginny's chest, feeling safe and warm.
