This was prompted by a statement on one of acidpop25 (on livejournal)'s fics. Femslash. Duh. Flames will be used to inspire more fic. Idiot-bashing fic.
"We had sex once," Luna said nonchalantly, sipping her tea as if she were mentioning something as normal and comfortable as the weather.
She'd interrupted Hermione's rant about a fight she and Ginny had had lately, a fairly tame one, but apparently rant-worthy all the same. Hermione had stopped to have a drink of tea, and Luna had inserted her show-stopping comment.
Hermione choked on her tea, sputtering and staring at the blonde witch. "Y-You did what? With who?"
"Ginny and I had sex once," Hermione continued to stare, and Luna explained, "I was right after you two broke up for the... fifth? sixth? third time? I don't know."
Hermione's mind was completely blank. For the first time in her life, she didn't know some spell or relevant fact to explain something away. Luna and Ginny. Ginny and Luna.
"I was trying to tell her about Mumpled Frotlocks, but she kissed me," Luna went on blithely, missing, or perhaps not understanding, the incredulous look on Hermione's face. "And we had sex. I think I still have the scars..."
Hermione snapped out of her confused/disbelieving/reminescing stare and blinked. That definitely sounded like Ginny. Hermione had a few scars of her own.
"So you had sex," Hermione sat back and took a long drink of her tea, resigned to the fact. Ginny would definitely have some explaining to do when she got back to the Burrow.
"Oh yes," Luna confirmed, and started to ramble about something in her father's latest edition of The Quibbler.
The bookworm tuned her out, nodding in all the right places.
Ginny and I had sex once. ...I think I still have the scars.