Starry Eyed

Their next 'club meeting' as Harry had mentally began calling it, happened several days later, that Saturday. Once again, it was instigated by Hermione, who claimed she had a plan. Once in the room of requirement, she handed each of them a blank sheet of parchment. "Do we need to take notes?" Harry quipped dryly. Hermione batted at his head with her own sheet.

"These act a lot like the galleons for the DA." Hermione explained "Except only you can see what's written on the paper."

"So to anybody else, it does just look like a blank piece of parchment." Ginny marveled "But to us… we can communicate secretly."

"Exactly. You can send a message to someone specifically by writing their name first. And you can erase messages after you've seen them by running your wand over them."

"You're brilliant 'Mione" Harry breathed "The professors are lucky that you like to follow the rules, most of the time."

Hermione blushed "Thank you. Err, also we need to talk about our schedule."

"So, when each of us is going to have sex with Harry?" Luna asked. Harry didn't even blush, he was getting used to casual references to having sex with him.

"Yes. The next new moon is in six days. I need to prepare the runes, but that shouldn't take more than a day or two. Harry, Ginny, do you think you guys can orgasm within a minute of each other?"

The couple in question grinned slyly at each other "That's not going to be an issue." Ginny told them.

"Right, so this'll tell us a lot. The nature of the bond- which we don't know. Any side effects- which we don't know. If this is even possible- which we don't know." Hermione trailed off. They'd been avoiding talking about that, the possibility that the ritual wouldn't work. It had to work.

They'd briefly speculated about the effects of the bond, but that's all it was, speculation. All they had to go on was what other forms of bonding magic provided. Magic sharing was a common one, as was some telepathic and empathic abilities. The fact was, they simply didn't know. It bothered Harry, a lot more than he let on.

"So I understand that most couples don't have Harry and I's sexual chemistry. I'm thinking that Luna and Hermione should have practice runs. Where you guys get used to each other's bodies." Ginny suggested.

Hermione nodded "That was what I was thinking. We should go slow. Start with kissing and… continue on from there. So Harry, erm, when would you be available for our first kiss?"

That was such a Hermione move, schedule everything out, every aspect controlled. Harry wanted to throw a spanner into her works. He caught Ginny's eye and grinned mischievously, as if to say 'check this out'.

"Harry what are you doi-mmm…" Harry's lips closed on hers in a tender kiss. His hand lightly brushed against her cheek, not even cupping it, as he ever so gently probed her lips with his tongue.

After a few moments, Hermione responded. Unlike Luna, who'd acted like some sort of wild cat, Hermione was very methodical. Her lips parted just so, allow his tongue to enter. She responded in kind, cataloging the responses each movement brought. Her hand gently rested against his chest, and another took to his waist, as they slowly escalated.

Eventually, Harry pulled away. As he did so, he bit on her lip just so, letting it pop out of his mouth. Hermione whimpered ever so softly, but Harry heard it, and judging by the way Ginny's eye's dilated, she sure as hell heard it too. It was incredible how such a small noise could affect him so.

"Oh. Wow." Hermione managed "That was… very nice Harry." Her voice was wavering. Her cheeks were flushed and she was breathing heavily. Harry smirked a bit, proud.

"What does your schedule say we do next?" He asked her teasingly. Hermione wanted to kiss that cocky grin off of his face.

So she did.

Harry was not expecting that. He thought she might scold him, or maybe whack him again with that piece of parchment. Instead, she was snogging him.

It struck him that he was snogging his best friend. Academically, he knew he'd be doing this for several days now. But now he was actually kissing her. Hermione, straight laced and bossy. Hermione, who he thought would never, ever, ever want him like this.

Hermione, who'd always been there for him.

Involuntarily, he moaned, and deepened the kiss. Hermione had more finesse than Luna had, but she was still inexperienced. After a moment, Harry withdrew and peppered kisses down her neck. With her mouth free, Hermione couldn't stop the series of sighs from leaving her mouth.

Wow indeed. Ginny thought silently.

"I don't think this is fair." Luna pouted "She's kissed him for a lot longer than I did, and she interrupted us."

"Well maybe if you actually bothered with technique instead of mauling him you could have kissed him for longer." Hermione snapped.

Luna's face flooded with shame. "I didn't realize I was so bad."

"That wasn't very fair 'Mione." Harry told her gently "Everyone has trouble kissing their first time. I don't even want to talk about how I did with Cho."

Hermione bowed her head and turned to the younger girl. "I'm sorry Luna. That was out of line"

"You know, I'm here letting six other girls have sex with Harry." Ginny reminded "So the very least you two could do is to share kissing time. Or else this entire idea is going to be a disaster." Harry swallowed thickly as he took sight of Ginny. She had reclined herself in a chair and looked thoroughly debauched. Her blouse was halfway unbuttoned and her tie partially undone. If he wasn't mistaken, she'd been fondling her breasts while watching them. Holy fuck she was sexy.

Both girls nodded silently, both feeling a bit guilty. "Anyway, I do think it's fair that you take turns. Otherwise, we may stray a bit past kissing." Ginny directed "Go ahead Luna!"

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Suffice it to say that Ginny Weasley was phenomenally turned on. First, that little look Harry shot her before kissing Hermione. It was the cocksure grin that could make her knees weak any time, any place. Then there was that noise Hermione made, that soft whimper, part pleasure and part loss. You magnificent bastard, Harry. Ginny had thought.

When they parted, Harry was looking at Hermione with blazing eyes- filled with lust, desire, and passion. Ginny loved that look on him. Then he turned to her and those blazing eyes roamed up and down her body. It was like he'd shown a spotlight on her, she was pinned down by his gaze, overheated, wanting.

She met his gaze with her own, not challenging, but mirroring his desire. They were alike in that way. Hermione was all about books and order, Luna was a free spirit, but Harry and Ginny were like fire. Sometimes she felt like the two of them could burn this entire castle down.

"Go ahead Luna" She said. The last time they had kissed, Harry was gentle, controlled, and yet it still drove Luna wild. The poor girl had been deprived of affection for too long. How would she handle him now?

Harry turned is gaze toward the younger girl. His eyes wandered from her face, to her breasts, to her hips and legs, and then back up again, and when he got back to her face she was flushed red. Ginny figured Luna still wasn't quite convinced that Harry truly desired her, but she bet that display went a long way towards erasing those insecurities.

Harry strode towards her. "A-apparently I'm no good at kissing." Luna apologized. Harry's expression turned warm- almost tender.

"Don't worry, Luna" He assured, his voice a rumble in his chest "Just follow my lead" And then he kissed her.

Ginny decided then that she particularly loved watching Harry and Luna kiss. She was so responsive to everything Harry did- always whimpering and whining while Hermione was more restrained. And Harry was so protective and tender with her. It warmed her heart to see him like this, committed to making Luna feel loved and making her feel good. She deserved it.

Harry moved on to kissing Luna's ear, and then down her jawline and neck. Luna threw her head back, sighing and whining breathily at his ministrations.

Suddenly, Luna's hand came down and firmly palmed Harry's erection. "Jesus Luna!" Harry gasped at the sudden and unexpected move. Luna didn't move her hand, instead feeling around experimentally. "Luna." Harry moaned "This is a little fast."

Luna's hand shot away from Harry, moving to cover her mouth in shame. "Oh! I'm sorry Harry! I get carried away too easily."

Harry cradled Luna's cheek his fingers, tilting her head up to meet his gaze. "I'm not mad. That felt good, really good. But it was fast. We need to give ourselves time to get comfortable with each other before going that far."

"You were hard." Luna noted, looking blatantly at where his erection tented his pants.

"Err, yes." There wasn't a point in denying it.

Luna turned to Ginny, who had one hand fondling herself through her bra, and the other rubbing at her inner thigh, right at her panty line. "I think you have something to take care of."

"Yeah" Ginny agreed huskily "I think it's time for Harry and I to have some alone time."

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When Harry and Ginny returned to the common room much later, Hermione was sitting in an armchair, nose buried in a book. Somehow, she knew that they had just walked in. Hermione's eyes met his, trailing deliberately down his body- taking in the 'freshly fucked' look that Ginny had given him. Just for a moment, her tongue wetted her lips.

"C'mon" Ginny murmured "I bet Demelza's up for some flying."

"Ah." Harry responded "That sounds fun."

It did sound fun, but his words were mostly to the benefit of their housemates.

Harry knew Demelza well enough. He was, after all, team captain, so he'd better know everyone on the team. They exchanged pleasantries, and talked quidditch occasionally. He'd also coached her quite a bit, on exactly how to position yourself to gain speed, how to handle sharp turns and other players, pep talks before games. However, he wouldn't exactly call them close friends.

Apparently, Ginny saw the potential for something more. The brunette happily agreed to accompany Harry and Ginny on a fly. One thing Harry had noticed about Demelza was that she loved flying in the same way he did. He'd catch her after practice, circling the pitch, just for the joy of flying, being free. He'd considered joining her a few times, but there was always something else. Ron wanted to play chess, Hermione wanted to study, Ginny wanted to snog.

The three of them took to the grounds, brooms in hand. Ginny had retrieved an old quaffle from the broom shed, and was now grinning mischievously with Demelza. "What do you say we put our dear captain through his paces?" She asked, tossing the quaffle to her friend. Demelza giggled as she caught it easily.

"Hmm. He puts us through our paces enough. I'd say turnabout is fair play." Demelza replied "What does our esteemed captain say?"

Harry was never one to back down from a challenge "You're on."

They took to the sky over grounds and began a game of 'pass the quaffle'. They started slow, gentle lops and throws at moderate speeds. Harry was actually holding his own, he was a fair flyer (as he preferred to put it) on an excellent broom, and it wouldn't be his first time passing a quaffle around for fun.

"Not bad, seeker." Ginny taunted. "Wanna try some more advanced plays?" Of course he did.

Ginny and Demelza began running through their plays. Harry recognized almost all of them, hell, he'd helped make many of them with Ron, Ginny, and Katie. Unfortunately, recognizing a play and being able to execute said play were very different things. Harry missed as many shots as he'd caught, and kept having to veer and dive to retrieve the falling quaffle.

They were indeed putting him through his paces.

"Demelza" Ginny shouted "Volleyball!" Harry's eyes went wide. He'd been particularly proud of this play. It was a way to quickly bypass intercepting chasers, to get the ball to a friendly chaser in an open position.

Ginny 'set' the ball for Demelza, who 'spiked' it powerfully towards Harry. They'd even been working on ways to use the momentum of their brooms to drive the ball faster.

A red streak flew right over Harry's shoulder, and he dutifully twisted backwards to fall into pursuit. He was a bit peeved at this point, and when he returned to them, he used his wand to propel the ball past them.

Neither even attempted to get it, not expecting Harry to 'break the rules'. Ginny shrugged, giving him a teasing smile. Demelza stuck her tongue out at him. Alright, she is cute.

Rolling his eyes, Harry took off after the quaffle once again. By now it was plummeting downward, a bit like chasing a snitch, Harry thought.

Except, Harry realized as he began to dive, the quaffle wouldn't pull up when it reached the ground, as a snitch would. He pulled into an even sharper dive. He'd cut under the ball and intercept it as it fell. The timing had to be just right…

Harry pulled up at the last moment, the grass waved and rippled in the wake of his passing. He spotted the quaffle, and slowed down just a tad, that way he'd be… perfect. The quaffle gave a solid thump when he caught it, and Harry turned back to the girls triumphant.

When he returned to them he overheard Demelza saying "well there's a reason he's our captain."

"Damn straight." Harry declared, tossing the quaffle back to Ginny.

"Impressive." Ginny remarked "With a bit of training you'd make a fair chaser."

"Hilarious, I never see you girls making catches like that." Harry countered.

"Well, the normal strategy is to leave the quaffle to another player who's in a better position." Demelza noted, contemplative.

Harry frowned, thinking back to practice earlier that week. A quaffle had gone wide, and no one had been in a good position to catch it. He Ron and Katie had talked about it, but hadn't gotten a solid solution other than 'never miss'.

Demelza was thinking similarly "That shot I missed at practice the other day."

"If that were a real game, it would have been an interception." Harry nodded. Ginny was following along, but decided to let the two of them reason it out together.

"So do you think one of us should be like, a recovery specialist?" Demelza mused. "I bet Ginny would be best, since she's played seeker before."

"The thing is, that wouldn't work with your team dynamic." Harry reasoned. Being less experienced, Demelza was the player who tended to stay at the edge of the action, so that one of her teammates could pass off the quaffle to her when they got into a tough spot. "It really should be you. Plus, you have a seeker's build." A seeker's build was basically synonymous with 'tiny'.

"Harry, I'm not sure- I don't know if I could do what you just did." Demelza told him plainly. "My broom-"

"Your broom has nothing to do with it." Harry told her "It's all in here." He tapped his head. "You have to trust yourself, and go all in. If you don't put everything into the dive, it's not going to work."

Demelza nodded, but looked far from confident. "I have an idea" Ginny chimed in, Harry noted immediately that she looked mischievous. He loved that look on her, even if it sometimes resulted in inconvenience for him. "You can show her what you do."

"I've already seen him dive." Demelza responded.

"No." Ginny shook her head "I mean, get on his broom with him. The two of you can go through some dives together. That way you get a sense of how Harry does it."

It was a good idea, but the double agenda was quite obvious to Harry. "Are you sure?" Demelza asked, making it clear she knew just how intimate their position could end up being.

"Of course I'm sure." Ginny affirmed "This is for the good of the team!" Okay, she was laying it on a little thick there, but it got Demelza to agree. The small girl elegantly made the transfer from her broom to his. Ginny picked up Demelza's broom and slung it over her shoulder while Demelza got seated in front of Harry on his Firebolt.

Demelza was tiny, small even compared to Luna. She was practically cocooned in his arms, and despite the respectable distance between their bodies it was still fairly intimate.

"You two go fly around for a bit, get used to the broom." Ginny told them "Then we'll play."

Harry took off, causing Demelza to whoop and laugh, but it also slid her body into his. The girl scooted back up, but it was a hopeless battle. Even as Harry took them through a relatively gentle set of dives and turns, their bodies were getting repeatedly pressed together. After a few minutes, Demelza gave up, blushing as she did so, though Harry thought that might be from the wind.

"Can you feel how I'm handling the broom?" He asked her. He had to lean down over her shoulder and speak directly into her ear to talk to her. At the speed they were going, that was the only way they'd be able to hear each other through the wind.

"No." Demelza answered loudly, turning slightly to talk to him "Not precisely anyway."

Harry moved his hands so that they enclosed hers. "How about now?" He asked her, again speaking into her ear. Demelza shivered, was she cold? "Oh. I can feel it."

"Good. Now we dive." With no further warning, Harry plummeted to the ground in one of his trademark dives. Demelza was cheering and laughing in exhilaration as they dove. When Harry pulled up, their bodies were pressed together even more firmly than before. He was embarrassed to realize that he was erect. Well, not entirely, he was half-hard, but it really was only a matter of time. If Demelza felt it, she didn't comment.

They flew back to Ginny who was holding the quaffle in one hand and her wand in the other. "You guys ready?" She challenged.

"Hell yeah." Demelza answered for them.

"What she said." Harry echoed, eliciting a giggle from Demelza.

With a grin, Ginny shot the quaffle away with her wand. Harry took off in pursuit, quickly catching up to it. Demelza easily plucked the ball out of the air.

"Is that the best you've got Gin?" Harry called as Demelza tossed the quaffle back to her. Ginny rose to the challenge, propelling the quaffle at ever greater speeds in erratic directions.

The constant acceleration, deceleration, and turning forced their bodies together repeatedly. Demelza's bum was being pressed against his erection, and it was driving Harry mad. He now had a raging hard on. It was uncomfortable, straining against the fabric of his pants, and there was no way that Demelza couldn't feel it. Yet she didn't comment on it, or even pull away.

There was one moment, when they hit a bout of turbulence, that Harry had to force back a moan. The way her body had moved against his erection was sinful.

After a few dozen throws, they decided to throw in the towel. "I'll put away the quaffle guys!" Ginny called, flying off (conveniently) carrying Demelza's broom with her. "Take your time!"

They sat motionless in the air, essentially alone. "Demelza, I know you enjoy flying around after practice. Would you like to fly my broom for a bit?"

She gave him a dazzling smile. "I'd love to." Her hands gripped the broom firmly, and they sped off. Demelza's style of flying was a bit different than Harry's. There were more sharp turns and corkscrews, and fewer big dives. Harry wasn't sure if it was a coincidence that Demelza's flying seemed to press them together more often and more firmly.

After a spiraling ascent, Demelza leveled out into a gentle glide. They were both panting from exertion, but both also smiling. "This is why I love flying." Demelza told him. "I don't have to worry about anything. There's no homework, no drama… no war. Just you, your broom, and sky."

"I feel exactly the same way." Harry echoed.

Demelza sighed, and leaned back against him. Her head was now resting against his shoulder, and she looked up at Harry. Harry peered down at her in turn, and his eyes were drawn to her lips. Mentally, he shook himself, it was far too soon for that. It would completely freak her out. Instead, he looked into her eyes and smiled gently.

"Its beautiful up here." He noted, looking around them, and it was. They were just above the castle, and had a view of the entire grounds.

Demelza kept her eyes focused on him as she replied "Absolutely gorgeous."