Luna was sat cross-legged on the floor of her and Ginny's bedroom. The weather outside wasn't the best for walking, and she had decided to spend the afternoon painting to cheer herself up. She hadn't ever done finger-painting before, but she had heard about it from Cho Chang and wanted to give it a try.

It also helped keep Luna occupied while Ginny was at her training match with the harpies.

'Hey Gin,' came from a voice from the corridor. 'I bought over those back issues of Quidditch Monthly that you were after last-OH MY MERLIN!'

'Oh, hello, Ronald,' Luna said, turning to look at the redheaded man who had just walked through the doorway and was now turning hurriedly away from her. 'How are you?'

'Never mind me!' Ronald yelled. 'Luna, you're… you're not wearing anything!'

Luna looked down. This was true. It was warm inside, there had been no-one else around and she was so focused on painting that she had forgotten her lack of clothing. Now that she looked, she was covered in specks of paint in varying colours and shades. She seemed to have inadvertently body-painted herself whilst applying paint to her canvas.

'I didn't want to get paint on my clothes.'

'Just wear old clothes, then! Or at least close the door!'

Luna chuckled. Ronald always had been rather uncomfortable about this sort of thing. He was a curiously bashful and earnest fellow. He was incredibly open about so many of his emotions, and yet blushed like a schoolboy in certain situations. Luna remembered when he had been questioned about his first night with Hermione; poor Ronald had blushed like a tomato. Luna imagined that Hermione had no complaints with Ronald's performance as a lover, but Ronald was still dealing with the insecurities of his youth, and understandably felt somewhat insecure.

He seemed to be better now, but he was still very bashful.

'Ronald, please don't be embarrassed. It's perfectly natural.'

'Nudity? Yes. Seeing your sister's girlfriend in the nude? Definitely not.'

'You see Hermione naked all the time.'

'T-that's different,' Ron stammered, going even redder. 'Me and Hermione are dating.'

'I know, Ronald; I just don't want you to feel uncomfortable. I know you love Hermione, after all; I don't have any issues with you seeing me like this.'

'S-still. Could… could you please just put something on? To spare my blushes?'

Luna giggled, before reaching over to her dressing gown. Ronald was so adorable, she thought as she wrapped it around herself, no wonder Hermione was so besotted with him.

'What sort of painting are you doing, anyway?' Ronald asked, as he turned around.

'Finger-painting,' Luna said, dipping her index finger into the imperial blue and delicately applying it to her canvas. 'That's why I wanted to avoid it going on my clothes; I've never tried this before.'

Ron crouched down next to her, staring at the canvas. Luna had been attempting to paint a Cornish pixie, but it had morphed into a landscape of the Cornish seaside along the way. Not that Ron seemed to be able to tell; after all, Luna had always enjoyed "abstract art", as Hermione referred to it. But, judging from Ron's interested expression, the effect was nice.

'I remember Ginny trying this out once when we were younger; she got paint all over her room and mum had a fit.'

'That sounds like Ginny.'

'Where is she, anyway?'

'Harpies training.'

'I'll just leave these magazines downstairs, then.'

'Okay.'

Ronald approached the door.

'Oh, Ronald?'

'Yeah?'

'Maybe you should suggest to Hermione about the two of you trying finger painting?'

The redheaded man grinned.

'That actually sounds like a brilliant idea.'

'Good.'

'Bye, then.'

'Goodbye.'

As Ronald exited the room, Luna could see his ears flushing again. Presumably, Ronald's idea of finger-painting with Hermione was a little more… adventurous.

Luna giggled. Ronald and Hermione were rather passionate about these things.

She undid her gown, throwing in lazily onto the floor nearby and returning to her painting. She was still covered in flecks of paint, but that was easily remedied with a shower. Maybe she and Ginny could take one together after the redhead got back from training.

On seconds thoughts, maybe not. Luna did enjoy sharing a shower with Ginny, but she found that the two of them often got distracted from washing themselves.

Luna giggled to herself, pressing her thighs together.

A few minutes later, the front door opened downstairs, and there was a thump as if a large sports bag had been dropped onto the floor.

'I'm home, Lu!'

'Ginny! I'm upstairs!'

There was the sound of feet padding the carpeted staircase, and Ginny appeared in the doorway. Her mouth stretched into a grin as she approached Luna, discarding her Quidditch top onto the bed nearby.

'What are you doing?'

'Finger painting.'

'In the nude?'

'I didn't want to get my clothes messy.'

Ginny smirked, her eyebrows waggling as she sat down next to her girlfriend. She dipped her finger softly into the purple. Luna could see Ginny's pale skin contrasting with her black sports bra.

'Oh, I absolutely agree,' the redheaded woman said, as she daubed purple softly down Luna's body. 'Can't have you getting messy, can we…'

Luna giggled, feeling her stomach fizz. Painting was much more fun with two people.