give you my wild (give you a child)

"I think you're… you're bright," Luna tried. Words were so stupid, she thought. So inadequate. "And you're made out of summer. Do you know what I mean?" Luna said reasonably, "You're very hot." Or: Where Luna's in love and Ginny is having a hard time figuring that out. To be fair, James is being a little bit of a bother.