Chapter 6

WARNING: This story is for mature audiences only. It contains representations of sexual acts and situations.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

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Chapter 6:

"Whoa, is there always this much?" whispered Parvati in awe.

"Usually," Harry shrugged. "It was worse right after the final battle."

"That is quite a pile," agreed Luna. "Do you respond to every single one?"

"Only the ones that seem necessary. Hermione helps me sort them into piles. I couldn't do this without her."

Luna and Parvati glanced at Hermione, who reddened a little at Harry's praise. The girls were helping Harry with his weekly mail sorting, which was quite a task considering the volume of fan mail he received. Luna had taken the day off from The Quibbler and was spending it with Harry before their scheduled evening ritual.

"Well, erm, Professor McGonagall helps sometimes too, but she's feeling under the weather again today," Hermione said demurely. "We just divide them into 'Reply' or 'No Reply.' I record the name if someone sends him a gift, but not if it's just a pair of knickers."

"Why would someone send Harry a pair of knickers?" Luna asked serenely.

Parvati snickered. "He likes to wear ladies' underwear, Luna—didn't you know that?"

Harry glowered at Parvati, who winked in reply.

Luna regarded him speculatively.

"One would think they would fit a bit tightly," she mused, and Parvati laughed softly.

"We put the knickers in a 'discard' pile, Luna," Hermione informed her, unable to resist a smile of her own.

"Along with all the lewd photographs and other obscene things people send Harry," she continued. "You wouldn't believe the kinds of things he's received. The first time we sorted his mail, I found a leather mask with a big red ball in its mouth. This woman proposed to, er…" she trailed off, shuddering.

Luna looked from Hermione to the imposing mountain of mail and frowned. "How do you know that some of the gifts aren't cursed? Or infested with nargles?"

"They inspect everything at Gringotts," Harry replied, "and then Dobby checks them again when he picks them up. He, er, searches for nargles too, I think. It's worked out so far."

She nodded appreciatively as everyone sat down on the floor around the circular pile.

"Just grab a handful and start reading," Hermione instructed everyone. "I have the list of those people who send packages or deserve a reply."

The group dove into the pile, sitting in companionable silence as they sorted through Harry's mail. It was an odious task for him, but Hermione insisted that he go about it in an organized fashion.

"Oh my," she whispered after a few minutes, and the others stopped reading to look at her.

"What is it?" Harry asked curiously. "Something bad?"

"I don't know what to call it…Apparently you've attracted the attention of a, erm, vampire queen."

"Say what?"

"This is a formal offer to turn you, so that you can rule by her side, as her king," she said in both awe and disgust.

Harry blinked.

Parvati burst out laughing, and the letter in her hand suddenly caught fire.

"Ow!" she yelped, and released the flaming parchment. Luna quickly put it out with her wand.

"Are you alright?" Harry asked in concern, as Parvati sucked on two of her fingers.

Since the completion of her ritual, her magic had been behaving unpredictably. At breakfast she had accidentally summoned her silverware wandlessly, nearly impaling herself with the knife. Madam Pomfrey had confiscated her wand for the day, but strange things still kept happening around her.

Hermione frowned at her hand. "Do you need some murtlap? You really do need to be careful today."

"Oh, I'm fine, you two," Parvati smiled. "Stop mothering me. I just can't wait until I get my wand back. The first thing I'm going to do is wipe the floor with Padma in a duel. She won't ever taunt me about liking divination again."

Even Hermione couldn't resist smiling at such an immature use of Parvati's newfound power.

"So…about this vampire queen, Harry?" she asked, returning to the matter at hand.

"You mean you're not joking?"

She gave him a sympathetic look and handed him the thick parchment. He took it warily and looked closely at the elegant handwriting on the page.

"Shite," he muttered. "Why do I always attract the bloody nutters? She wants me to move to Lithuania. And it doesn't even say what she's supposed to be queen of."

"Well," said Hermione, her lecture mode taking over, "vampires have a society based around seniority. They form clans that often have dozens of members, and there are occasional skirmishes with rival clans, and…"

"We've got it, Hermione," Parvati interrupted her, shaking her singed hand. "I think we can go ahead and put that one in the 'politely decline' category, no?"

"Right," she said, blushing a little at having delivered another impromptu oration. It was a habit she was trying to break.

Several minutes later, Luna was the one to discover the next unusual letter.

"This woman is quite flexible," she observed. "It appears that she studies gymnastics."

Parvati looked over Luna's shoulder and whistled lowly. "Merlin, she may be a metamorph. Can Tonks do that with her legs, Harry?"

They passed the picture to him and his mouth dropped open. "Whoa. I don't know, but…where is she from again?"

"Cornwall."

"Should we schedule a visit to Cornwall soon?" Parvati smirked, amused by his expression.

"We most certainly will not," Hermione exclaimed, taking the picture right out of Harry's hands and glancing at it before tossing it on the discard pile. "That was obscene. And cucumbers should never be abused in such a fashion."

Harry gave her a weak grin and picked up another letter.

Truthfully, he thought the photograph to be a bit obscene as well. That's why he wanted to keep it. Hermione wasn't aware of it, but he had a growing collection of racy photos sent to him from witches all over the world. After she incinerated the first few he received, he had struck a deal with Dobby. Now the little guy would pop into the room when her back was turned and abscond with all of the photos in the discard pile.

A few female quidditch players had sent him photographs and asked him out, and he hoped that one day the Holyhead Harpies would decide to send him a nude photograph of the team. A boy could dream, after all.

When they were finally finished sorting through his mail, Harry had received seven marriage proposals, four death threats, two dozen requests for product endorsements, 45 packages of sweets or food, six pairs of knickers, a dozen nude or scantily-clad photos, and invitations to more than 100 events worldwide.

There was even a box that contained nothing save a few crumbs. No one could determine what had been in it, despite a fierce debate.

"Perhaps it contained a cupcake," Luna finally surmised, "and a Bushy-Tailed Buckfinger stowed away in the box and ate it."

Hermione narrowed her eyes at this explanation. "A Bushy-Tailed Buckfinger," she repeated slowly. "And what precisely does one of those look like?"

Luna considered the question for a moment, then stood and grabbed Harry's hand. "Well, it would have a bushy tail, wouldn't it? Other than that, I'm not entirely sure. No one's ever seen one, have they? Perhaps Harry and I can find one on our walk."

Harry resisted the urge to laugh outright at the look on Hermione's face. He squeezed Luna's hand in glee as he stood. Apparently she wanted to go for a walk, and he was happy to oblige her.

"I guess we're going for a walk," he smiled at Hermione and Parvati as he and Luna waltzed out of the room. "See you."

He could hear Parvati laughing uproariously as he closed the door behind them.

When he turned to Luna, he noticed that the corners of her lips were twitching.

"Do you suppose she'll go to the library to find information on the mysterious Buckfinger?" she asked.

Harry raised an incredulous eyebrow at her expression. "You mean…you mean there's no such thing as a Bushy-Tailed, er, Buckfinger? You're just having Hermione on?"

Luna shrugged placidly. "It is rather fun, isn't it?"

He chuckled and shook his head as she took his hand again and began walking down the third-floor corridor.

Luna was in many ways still a mystery to him, despite being one of his best friends. She was unperturbed in the face of danger and composed in the face of the wondrous. It seemed as if nothing could surprise her.

He felt very protective of her, sometimes thinking of her as fragile because of her quirks and strange habits, but he knew she was anything but. She was talented at magic, and perfectly capable of besting most adults in a duel.

He never questioned her about whether she truly believed in all of her creatures, some of which were beyond the pale. He felt the question would be a betrayal.

If she truly did believe in them, she would be hurt by his question and its implied skepticism. If she didn't, he would be demanding that she expose her vulnerabilities to him, to explain something that may well have its roots in pain.

In the end, he knew, it just didn't matter. It was who Luna was. If she ever brought the subject up herself, he would listen and be accepting. If she didn't, he wouldn't try to embarrass her by looking behind the curtain.

"So where are we going, then?" he asked, as she led him through the corridor toward the stairs.

"Oh, I thought we could just wander the castle. There are some corridors that only appear at certain times of the day; who knows what we'll find?"

As much as he liked exploring the castle, Harry winced at this proposal. Ever since his ritual with Tonks, after which he had stumbled nude through the corridors, the castle's portraits had been embarrassing him at every opportunity.

Stern old witches huffed at him as he walked by, old men waved and congratulated him on the 'jolly good show,' and some of the younger female portraits seemed to think that he was ripe for seducing. The Fat Lady had introduced her friend Violet to him, strongly hinting that they all spend an evening together drinking wine. Given how much leg Violet was showing, he didn't want to think about what they had in mind.

The worst by far, however, was Sir Cadogan. The boisterous knight had taken to following Harry throughout the castle, offering him advice on how to woo the fairer sex and telling him stories about his sexual exploits when he had been alive. The man was practically stalking him, and he didn't want to encounter him in Luna's presence.

"Er, are you sure you don't want to walk outdoors, Luna? I can conjure us a big umbrella."

"Oh, don't be silly, Harry. It's raining outside, and I haven't explored the castle in ages."

Harry nodded and sighed internally.

When they reached the stairs, they went up several flights and wandered aimlessly for a while along the sixth floor. Luna commented occasionally on the odd looks that the paintings were giving them, but so far Harry considered himself lucky. They seemed to be behaving themselves around her.

When they reached the seventh floor, however, all that changed. Their path had taken them near the Room of Requirement, and as they passed its invisible entrance a loud voice suddenly startled both of them.

"Why, good morn' to ya, me lad and lass!" it bellowed, nearly causing Harry to draw his wand.

They turned to see the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy smiling at them, his dancing trolls balancing awkwardly behind him.

Harry had never heard Barnabas speak, and had always assumed that he couldn't.

Luna stopped and cocked her head at him. He was old and bug-eyed, and looked quite deranged. He had visible tufts of hair growing out of his ears, and was otherwise bald with a scraggly gray goatee.

"Hello, good sir," she replied. "How are your trolls doing?"

"Oh, they're a mighty hard-headed lot, ye know, but I'll teach 'em," Barnabas replied. "One way or t'other, whether it takes the wand, the whip, or the club…"

Barnabas leaned toward them to whisper conspiratorially. "Elfrida is a right fetchin' lass, as ye ken see," he smirked, looking over his shoulder, "but she won' waltz properly without a whip to 'er backside, if ye catch me drift." He grinned and winked.

Harry swallowed heavily and gave the man a weak smile, wondering vaguely, and quite against his will, what Barnabas did with his trolls when no one was looking.

"Erm, how come you've never spoken before?" he asked in an effort to change the subject.

"Bloody Headmasters!" Barnabas growled, one eye rolling madly in a way that reminded Harry of Alastor Moody. "They put a silencin' spell on me during the school year so as I don' 'corrupt' the students. Ha! Dog's bollocks, I say! Jus' more of the prejudice I had to endure from the Ministry in me day. Why, did yer know that they once tried ter arrest me for being nude in public with a lady troll? What bollocks!"

Even Luna looked at him strangely. "Why were you nude in public with a lady troll?" she inquired, genuinely curious.

"For art!" the old wizard practically shouted. "We was re-creatin' the Garden o' Eden in Diagon Alley, all of it perfectly innocent. What better way fer young lads and lasses ter see that nudity is the natural state, and that we're all God's creatures."

"Er, right," Harry muttered, wishing he were anywhere but here. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Barnabas, but I'm afraid we must be off."

He grabbed Luna by the arm and pulled her quickly along the corridor, desperately hoping that the old man could not leave his tapestry. He already had one stalker, and didn't need one who had an unhealthy interest in female trolls.

"Aye!" he shouted after them. "Come back and see me, lad! I'll show you what Elfrida can do!"

"He was a rather odd fellow," Luna observed dreamily when they had escaped from the corridor.

"That's one way of putting it," Harry said, shivering. "Thank Merlin they don't let him talk during the school year."

As they descended the stairs to an unused corridor on the fourth floor, she brought up the subject of her recent absence.

"I'm sorry I wasn't here earlier in the week, but Daddy needed my help with the Quibbler. We're doing some research on the mating habits of the Blue-Bearded Bazoo, and it's quite a lot of work. The males of the species keep a harem too, you know, even larger than yours is."

Harry coughed and looked at her oddly. "Er, what harem?"

"You know, the harem you're creating for your ritual. Daddy wasn't sure whether he should let me join at first, but when I told him how nice you are, he said it was okay."

"You know it's not really a harem, right Luna?" he asked hesitantly.

Luna gave him a slightly confused look. "It's not? But that Auror—Tonks, wasn't it?—was talking about who would be the Alpha, and how we would all have separate wings in Potter Manor."

Harry's mouth fell open at this response, and it took him a moment to gather his wits. "Er…what? I mean…what?"

"The day we had the meeting with Madam Pomfrey," she replied, frowning. "You left with Fleur, and then Auror Tonks negotiated with Hermione over who would be the Alpha wife."

"Oh my God," Harry whispered, horrorstruck for a moment before Luna's words finally registered. He smiled in relief.

"Tonks was just joking around, Luna. I don't own a Manor, let alone one with different wings. I'm sure she was just trying to get a rise out of Hermione with the multiple wives thing."

"Oh," she replied, looking a little disappointed. "Hermione was a bit agitated with her now that I think about it…does that mean we won't all be living together then?"

He reddened a bit at this question. "Well, I, er, haven't thought about where I'm going to live after I leave Hogwarts. I was planning to live here until my birthday and then stay at my godfather's old house for a while…you're welcome to live there too if you need a place to stay."

"Oh, well, thank you. I suppose I'll have to discuss it with Hermione," she mused. "I'm still very much looking forward to our ritual this evening."

Harry smiled. "Me too. It will be fun. I promise."

Luna smiled in return, but then gave him a very serious look. "Have they done anything to prevent wrackspurts from interfering with the ritual?"

"I…don't think so," he replied hesitantly, unsure of the best response.

"Hmmmm," she murmured to herself. "Don't worry. I'll be sure to take care of it."

"Thanks," he said, grinning at her sincerity.

It was then that he heard the voice he had been dreading since he agreed to take this walk.

"Ah, there's my dashing young knight," said Sir Cadogan from a painting of an old seer reading tarot cards. He was mounted on his horse, and blithely ignoring the shrieks of indignation coming from the old woman as he trampled all over her velvety séance room.

"Hello, Sir Cadogan," Harry responded glumly.

"And who is this fair lass on your arm?" he asked suavely, bowing his head in Luna's direction.

"Hello," Luna said politely. "I'm Luna Lovegood. You're Sir Cadogan, famed for dying at the hands of the Yanal Bog Monster in 1432."

"Er, yes," replied Cadogan with a faint blush, "but we don't talk about that. I'd rather tell you about my famous encounter with the fearsome wyvern of Yorkshire. You see, in those days…"

Harry cleared his throat loudly, interrupting Cadogan before he could really get going.

"I'm sorry, Sir Cadogan, but we have an urgent appointment elsewhere. Perhaps you could tell your story another day."

"Oh," the painting replied, dispiritedly. Then something seemed to occur to him.

"Oh!" he said loudly, and winked conspiratorially at Harry. "No trouble at all, good sir knight. I shall endeavor to encounter you at another time."

"Your steed seems to be making a bit of a mess," Luna informed him, pointing calmly at the growing puddle beneath the old knight's horse.

When he looked down, Harry pulled her along the corridor toward Gryffindor Tower, praying that Cadogan would not follow them.

He didn't, but he gave Harry one last bit of encouragement before he took his leave. It was a whisper, but it may as well have been a shout.

"Give her a good rogering for me, lad!"

Harry winced and looked sideways at Luna, hoping that she wasn't offended. The walk was turning out to be a very bad idea.

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Later that evening, Harry and Luna stood next to each other in the Room of Requirement, ready for Healer Chatterjee to prepare them for the ritual. Luna had brought a large leather bag with her, but she refused to divulge its contents.

When Chatterjee asked them to disrobe, she turned and looked at him.

"Close your eyes now, Harry. You're not allowed to see yet. It's a surprise."

"Okay," he shrugged, pulling his robe off over his head and keeping his eyes tightly shut.

He felt rather than saw the cold brush of Chatterjee's brush against his abdomen, and nearly opened his eyes when Pomfrey gasped a few seconds later.

"My word, Miss Lovegood! What is that you're wearing?"

"Oh, it's a surprise for Harry," she replied serenely. "Let me just pull this down. There."

"You can open your eyes now," she added a few moments later.

He did, and saw that she had donned her black school robes again. His curiosity nearly overwhelmed him as they drank their potions and received instructions from the healers. Hermione had warned him that Luna was doing research, and he wondered with some trepidation just what she had planned.

When Pomfrey and Chatterjee had finally exited the room, he looked at her expectantly. She was still wearing her robes, and had brought her leather bag into the runic circle.

"So you have a surprise for me, then?"

"Oh, I have several," Luna replied, but didn't elaborate. Her large silvery eyes never left his exposed erection.

"Er, Luna?" he asked, when she kept staring wordlessly.

"Yes?"

"You said you had some surprises?"

"Oh…yes," she said suddenly, as if waking up from a dream. She reached inside the edges of her robe and casually removed it.

Harry's jaw dropped as he saw what she was wearing underneath. She was attired in a tiny plaid skirt that barely covered her knickers, dark hose that rose past her knees, and a white dress shirt that was unbuttoned and tied together in a knot above her navel.

It was the garb of a young school girl in uniform, or at least what most men wished such attire looked like.

"Wow," he breathed, shocked at seeing Luna in such an alluring outfit. "What…why are you dressed like a muggle schoolgirl?"

She frowned a little at his question. "I was told that this is what boys find attractive," she said, looking down at herself. "Is it not?"

"No, it's…very sexy," he replied, trying to sound reassuring. "I'm just a little surprised; that's all. You didn't have to go to such trouble, you know."

"This is a very important occasion," Luna said sincerely, her eyes boring straight into his. "Of course I'm going to put some effort into doing it right. Are you ready for me to start?"

"Er…sure," he answered uncertainly, not really understanding what she meant.

Luna cleared her throat, licked her lips in an exaggerated fashion, and narrowed her eyes at him.

"Are you ready to stick your big fat cock in my tight little pussy?"

Harry blinked in shock.

"What?" he asked hoarsely.

"Are you ready to fuck me like the little slut I am, Harry Potter?" she purred.

He shook his head in disbelief, trying to process what his ears were telling him.

"Er, Luna…just…what?"

She gave him a slightly confused look, then squeezed her breasts together underneath the shirt and arched her back. "I want you to fuck me raw, big boy. Oh, yeah, that's right."

When Harry continued to stare at her open-mouthed, she finally sighed and put her hands on her hips.

"Am I not doing it right?"

"Er, what exactly is it that you're trying to do?

"Sexy talk," Luna replied matter-of-factly. "That's the way they talked in the magazine. I read it in one of the stories….did I not do it right?"

Harry blew out a relieved sigh and resisted the urge to roar with laughter. "Erm, Luna…I've seen one of those magazines before, and I don't think…well, I don't think they're supposed to be very realistic."

"They're not?" she asked, pouting in a way that made Harry want to hug her. "Then why would they talk like that?"

"Dunno," he shrugged. "Muggles are a little crazy, I guess."

"Oh, poo," Luna replied, frowning delicately. "And I was so hoping to please you."

He smiled at her. "You don't have to do any pretending to please me, Luna. I like you just the way you are. And I do rather like this outfit."

"That's good," she smiled, relieved. "It is rather revealing, though. Does this mean you don't want to see all the things I brought?"

Harry eyed the leather bag cautiously. There was no telling what was in there. It wouldn't do, though, to hurt her feelings.

"You can go ahead and show me."

"Goody," said Luna enthusiastically. "Maybe you can tell me what some of them do. Several of them were rather confusing."

Harry watched as she began pulling items from her bag and dropping them haphazardly on the floor. There were soon more than a dozen items scattered around her.

He looked closely at the assembled artifacts, and couldn't help but blush at some of them.

"Where did you get all this?"

"Oh, there was a muggle store that had all of it," she answered cheerfully. "Did you know that the muggles have a lot more information about sex than wizards do? I discovered that right away. There was a man there who was very helpful when he learned what I wanted. He's the one who suggested I buy this outfit."

Harry's brow furrowed as he contemplated what that exchange must have been like.

"Did he suggest that you buy all this other stuff too?"

"Oh yes. He was very insistent. He wanted to be sure that I showed you a good time. He even offered to do some demonstrations for me, but I declined."

"I'll bet he did," Harry muttered, and eyed the assembled pile doubtfully.

The purpose of several of the items was obvious. A thin pink dildo about five inches long lay amidst the pile, as did a pair of furry purple handcuffs, several magazines, and the original dildo that Hermione had transfigured for her.

The purpose of others was less obvious. Among other things, there was a hat that looked military in origin, a small rubber triangle on a square base, and a riding crop.

"I tried using the Harry Peter," Luna said apologetically, "but it was a little too big for me…I used that one instead," she added, pointing at the thin pink dildo.

"Oh," said Harry, unsure how to respond.

"What do you suppose this does?" she asked, bending down to pick up the triangular-looking rubber device and then handing it to him.

He turned the object over in his hands, but could not think of any conceivable use for it. The shape of it didn't suggest that it was made for insertion, so he couldn't even begin to guess.

"I haven't the faintest idea," he muttered, and tossed it back in the pile.

"What about these?" she continued, and thrust three unwrapped videocassettes into his hands. They were called "Ass Bandits 3: Deep Undercover," "Buffy the Vampire Layer," and "Womb Raider 4: The Temple of Poon." All varieties of sexual acts were depicted on the covers.

"They're like the magazines on the outside," Luna supplied helpfully, pointing at a handful on the ground, "but they're hollow inside. I couldn't figure out what I was supposed to do with the black thing that fell out."

Harry noticed that one of the cassettes had been virtually disemboweled, its tape unspindled and tangled in a heap around it.

"I wouldn't worry about it, Luna," he said, shaking his head at the absurdity of his life. "Just a muggle thing that we don't have in the magical world."

"Oh," she replied, a little disappointed. "Well, I don't suppose we have to use any of it, really. I just wanted to be prepared."

He smiled at her and cupped her cheek in his hand.

"Luna, I'm just pleased that you're here, helping me. You're one of my dearest friends, and I'll always be in your debt for this."

She beamed at his praise and patted his hand. "You're my dear friend too, Harry."

It struck him for the first time that these rituals were forcing him to define the nature of his relationships, making him examine friendships and aspects of other people that might have otherwise remain unexplored.

A tense silence followed, and he noticed that Luna's hands were shaking a little as she stood next to him.

"Are you nervous?"

"Yes," she answered candidly, her big silver eyes looking unblinkingly up at his. He was reminded of just how small a girl she was.

It was the first time he had ever seen her look nervous. She was always so unfazed in the face of catastrophe or danger, and something about this new vulnerability touched him.

"We don't have to do this, you know. I don't want you to feel pressured into it. If—,"

"No," Luna interjected, cutting him off. "I want to. I want to do this with you. I mean, I want it to be you that I do this with. Oh, I'm not making any sense…"

"I understand," he said softly, and drew closer to her so that his hands could rest on her shoulders. "Do you want me to take the lead, then?"

Luna nodded, her eyes staring apprehensively up into his.

"I've never been kissed," she blurted suddenly, and Harry tilted his head and grinned at her.

"Well, that sounds like something we should rectify right away, no?"

He leaned forward and brushed his lips softly across hers, giving her light little pecks before kissing her more forcefully.

When he pulled away, he noticed that she was breathing heavily.

"Nice?"

Luna nodded again and leaned in for more. In a matter of seconds their tongues were wrestling gently.

As they kissed, Harry put a hand on the small of her back and pulled her closer, until his erection was resting against the fabric of her plaid skirt. He let his other hand trail slowly down her neck until he was cupping her breast on top of the white dress shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra underneath, and he could feel the raised flesh of her nipple.

She exhaled softly into his mouth and began kissing him more aggressively. He slid his thumb inside the shirt to tease her nipple, and was surprised at how soft it felt. When his arousal began to grow uncomfortable, he pulled away.

"I'm going to take it off now, okay?" he breathed, and Luna nodded in encouragement.

He took a step back so he could untie the knot in the center of her shirt. It came apart easily, and he slipped the shirt off her shoulders and down her arms, where it fell to the floor.

Harry looked down at her bare chest, and he could feel her watching him closely.

"They're not big," she observed, and indeed she was right. Her breasts were small and pale, with pink puffy nipples that stood out prominently from the flesh of her breast.

"They're beautiful," he whispered, and kneaded both of them gently in his hands. They were extremely soft, and her nipples seemed to be just as silky as the rest of her skin. They didn't seem to have a button, even when he caressed them.

He leaned down and kissed one of them gently, nearly taking the entire puffy nipple in his mouth. Then he trailed soft kisses up her chest and neck, finishing at her lips.

Luna was flushed and breathing heavily now, and her lips latched onto his when he reached her.

As she continued exploring his tongue, Harry's hands wandered down her back to her arse, where he slowly lifted the short wool skirt so his hands could rest on the knickers beneath. He squeezed both cheeks gently, surprised a little at the texture of her underwear, and she pulled away long enough to whisper to him.

"They're edible," she informed him, and returned to kissing him.

This time Harry pulled away.

"What's edible?"

"My knickers. The man said they were very popular."

"Your knickers are edible," he repeated, just to be clear.

"Uh huh," Luna nodded, looking at him curiously.

"Er, what do they taste like?"

"Strawberries, I think, but I'm not sure," she replied. "That's for the boy to figure out, though, isn't it?"

Harry chuckled a little and shook his head. "I suppose it is. Can I see them?"

She took a step back and casually pulled off her skirt. It was attached with velcro at the side, and slid off easily. Underneath was a pair of red knickers that were shinier and thicker than a typical pair.

He peered down and ran his index finger across the front of them. They appeared to be made of some sort of gummy material, almost like thin licorice.

"Huh," he mused. "That's interesting."

"Do you like them?"

"They look quite delicious, Luna. Would you like me to sample them?"

She giggled a little and shrugged her shoulders. "That's what they're for, I suppose."

Harry smiled and pulled her by the hand to the bed, where she neatly placed the plaid skirt.

"Just lie back," he whispered. "Let me show you a few things I've learned."

Luna obeyed him and lay down on her back with her legs slightly spread. She watched him with a little apprehension as he climbed onto the bed.

"Just relax," he murmured, and kissed her softly on the belly. He sat back on his knees in front of her.

He eyed the knickers for a moment, then pulled on one of the strings that connected the back to the front. It stretched like a gummy worm, but eventually pulled away from the rest.

Harry put it into his mouth cautiously and sucked for a moment, then his eyes lit up.

"Hey! It does taste like strawberries!" he said, eliciting another giggle from Luna. "Do you want to try it?"

"Maybe later," she said, shaking her head.

He nodded and grinned at her, then pulled apart the candy string on the other side of her knickers. He winked once at her, then pulled the top of them down until they were flush against the bed. Luna raised her arse slightly so he could pull the rest of them from underneath her.

He tossed them on the edge of the bed, careful not to let them hit the floor, and turned back to look between her legs.

His first thought was that her pussy was beautiful, and somehow innocent looking in the same way that she was. Her mound was covered with sparse blond hair, but it was so light as to be almost invisible. It didn't obstruct his view of her lips at all. They were prominent, and bunched so closely together that he couldn't see her clit.

"You're beautiful," Harry whispered, looking into her eyes as she watched him. "Just relax and enjoy this. You'll like it, I promise."

He leaned down and nuzzled her mound, massaging the blonde hair there with his nose.

He gently spread her lips with his thumbs, exposing the little nub beneath. Her clit, even with her lips spread, seemed to hide from him. The spot remained just as sensitive as he expected, however, when he rolled his tongue across it.

"Oh my," Luna panted above him, and Harry smiled.

He rubbed his index finger up and down her pussy, feeling the heat radiating from her body, then tentatively slipped it inside her. She was wet, and oh so very tight.

Harry began to worry that he would be too big for her, even if she had been 'practicing' with the smaller pink dildo. Luna was a small girl, and that smallness seemed to include the dimensions of her most intimate parts as well.

He slowly maneuvered a second finger into her, and she gasped above him. He twisted them gently, rubbing his knuckles against her walls, and she squirmed in delight.

"That's…that's wonderful," she sighed. "Please don't stop."

He grinned at her enthusiasm and began teasing her clit with renewed vigor. He reached his two fingers further into her tight, wet heat, and used the same gentle 'come hither' motion that Parvati had taught him.

"Oh," Luna gasped, and moved both of her hands to her breasts as she instinctively responded to Harry's caresses.

He began twisting his fingers within her, still careful to manipulate that special spot along her walls, and soon she was breathing heavily and perspiring above him.

"Oh, M-Merlin," she panted, her eyes closed as she concentrated on what he was doing to her body. "I…I think…oh!"

Her whole body stiffened in his embrace, and she began panting in time to the contractions that Harry felt gripping his fingers. A rush of liquid surrounded his fingers, and his own arousal became almost unbearable as he watched Luna squirm.

Her mouth had fallen open to form a perfect O. He wondered if this were her first ever orgasm, and decided that it might very well be.

When her panting stopped, he kissed her clit gently and removed his fingers from her. He was unable to resist sniffing them after he removed them. The delightful scent of female arousal was something he was quickly growing addicted to.

"How was that?" he grinned up at her.

Luna seemed to have momentarily lost the ability to speak. She opened her eyes and blinked owlishly a few times, and then exhaled a huge breath.

"I think…I think I just found a new hobby," she breathed contentedly, and Harry couldn't resist laughing.

She gave him a shy smile and blushed a little. "That was an altogether pleasurable experience. Thank you, Harry."

"You're welcome, Luna, and it was my pleasure. You're the one who's helping me out, remember?"

"Doesn't feel like much of an imposition from here," she murmured, then paused in thought.

"I suppose it's my turn to do something for you."

Harry shrugged. "It's up to you. We don't have to do anything you don't want to. We can just wait a few minutes and finish the ritual if you like."

"No, that's fine," she said, sitting up from the bed. "I'm rather curious to see whether the magazines were accurate. The pictures didn't move, so it was hard to tell what was happening."

As she sat up, he reclined on his back to give her better access. His erection was painful in its anticipation now.

She began to scoot towards him, but he flinched in surprise when she suddenly leapt off the edge of the bed, staring at him with wide eyes.

"I almost forgot!" she whispered in horror.

"What?" Harry asked urgently, looking around the room for the cause of her alarm.

Luna didn't answer right away. Instead, she squatted at one corner of the bed, just inside the runic circle, and closed her eyes in concentration.

"Luna, what's going on?" Harry asked, beginning to grow alarmed.

She stood from her position and raced to another corner of the bed, where she squatted again.

"Wrackspurts," she said aloud, her eyes closed.

Harry watched in utter confusion as she rose yet again and hurried to the third corner of the bed, repeating her ritual.

"What about them? What are you doing?"

She didn't answer until she was squatting beside the fourth corner of the bed. He heard a faint tinkling sound, and it suddenly dawned on him what she was doing.

"There," she said with no little relief, rising from the ground and returning to his side on the bed. "I think I was just in time."

He stared at her incredulously. "Er, what just happened?"

Luna tilted her head and looked at him as if he had just asked the most obvious question in the world.

"Wrackspurts," she said slowly, drawing out the syllables. "They're attracted to magical rituals, you know. They like to cause mayhem by corrupting the runic circle. The only way to ward against them is to sanctify the circle."

"Sanctify," Harry repeated.

"You have to pee around the circle," she confirmed, nodding, "or they might be able to get in. I'm just glad you mentioned the ritual when you did. I had forgotten to ward against them."

He shook his head and smiled fondly at Luna. "So we're safe now?"

"Oh yes," she said, returning his smile. "A witch's urine is like poison to them."

"Thank Merlin for that," he sighed and chuckled. He reclined back on the bed as Luna scooted up next to him, resuming the position she had been in before the potential wrackspurt invasion.

"Let's see, I believe I was about to experiment on you," she said, looking down at Harry's cock curiously.

"Experiment away," Harry laughed, wondering if she had any more surprises in store for him.

He watched her stare unblinkingly at his penis from mere inches away. There was something so incongruous about the whole situation that he couldn't resist smiling.

His cock twitched when Luna ran her index finger along the underside of its length. She fondled his balls gently and explored the weight and texture of everything in fascination.

"Hermione did a marvelous job on her transfiguration," she mused. "She captured every ridge and vein."

"Yes, she is quite talented."

"What would you like me to do to it?" she asked curiously. "The girls put their mouths on it in those magazines."

"Anything you like," Harry shrugged, but immediately wondered if those instructions were dangerously broad where Luna was concerned.

She pondered the possibilities for a moment. "I think perhaps I'll just use my hands. I don't think I can fit you in my mouth. I'm rather curious to see what happens when you climax."

"Okay," he agreed readily.

Luna gripped him firmly and began sliding one of her small hands up and down his length.

He moaned as she experimented on him, turning his cock in different directions and altering her pace and grip.

When a drop of pre-cum began to bead on his head, she stopped stroking him to peer at it curiously.

"Fascinating," Harry heard her murmur. "I can kiss it if you like."

"Please," he whispered, desperate for her to continue.

She leaned forward and sucked gently on his crown, removing the pearly drop of pre-cum, then took in a little more.

Her mouth was too small to engulf more than his head, but it did not lessen his pleasure.

After a few moments she pulled away.

"I'm not very good at this, I suppose," she frowned. "Perhaps…"

"You're doing great, Luna," he interrupted her. "Just keep using your hand. You can't do it wrong. Really."

"Like this?"

"Yeah," Harry murmured, his breathing becoming shallower as Luna gripped him harder and increased her tempo. "That's nice."

A short while later, his abdominal muscles tightened as her hand continued to work him over. He felt his orgasm building, and felt it wise to warn her.

"I'm getting close," he murmured, his eyes closed in concentration.

He was surprised when she reached across the bed and gathered the discarded skirt in her free hand, then held it front of his cock.

"Best not to make a mess, I suppose," she said.

Harry nodded, then tensed as Luna's gentle strokes finally pushed him over the edge.

"Oh, that's…unh," he moaned, and his cock twitched in her slender fingers, sending a gush of cum into the wool skirt. It was soaked by the time he was finished.

Luna watched the process unfold with rapt attention.

"That looked quite satisfying," she mused when his cock stopped twitching in her hand. "Did it feel good?"

"Merlin, yes," he sighed. "Just give me a few minutes and we can complete the ritual."

She lay down next to him on the bed. "Whenever you like."

Harry rested his hand on her pale belly, which was hot to the touch, and caressed it as he looked at her.

"That feels very good," she said softly, silver eyes looking deeply into green. "I like it when you touch me."

"I like it too," he responded just as softly. "And you deserve to be touched like that."

He leaned forward and kissed her, letting his hand roam to one of her breasts. He could hold it easily in his hand, and he marveled again at how smooth and soft it was.

Luna returned his kiss hungrily, and it took very little time for Harry's arousal to return.

"Are you ready?" he asked, pulling away to look at her again.

She nodded, her eyes unblinking as he moved on top of her. She watched his penis intently as it approached her.

"I'll be gentle," he said, taking in the look on her face.

He rubbed his cock across her clit before lowering himself further. He brushed his head up and down the small wet slit, seeking to ease himself in without causing her discomfort. A few seconds of exploration later, his head slipped inside her, and Harry looked up when she gasped.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes," she nodded, her eyes as wide as saucers. "It's big."

"I'll be gentle," Harry reiterated, determined more than ever not to hurt her.

He adjusted his hips above her, then pushed in as gently as he could. Two, then three inches of his length slipped in, and Luna closed her eyes and exhaled. It was indeed incredibly tight.

Harry pushed forward slowly, ever so slowly, and after what felt like a whole minute to him, he was sheathed completely within her. He could literally feel himself stretching her as he pressed forward. He stopped moving completely and watched as she composed herself.

"I'm all the way in. Still doing okay? It doesn't hurt?"

Luna smiled dreamily. "It's better now. It stung at first, like a bee sting. Now I just feel…full. Just move slowly, please."

Harry obliged her and pulled out very slowly. When he had pulled out half-way, he pushed back in gently, taking care not to thrust too hard. Luna exhaled when he filled her, and this time it sounded more like pleasure than pain.

"Much better now," she whispered. "Keep going."

He was torn between giving her pleasure and finishing quickly to ease her pain. The trouble was that either way would likely cause her some discomfort. Finishing quickly would mean harder, quicker thrusts, and finishing slowly would prolong the encounter.

In the end he decided to let her decide, and her body decided for her. Though she was still very tight, she had grown so wet with lubrication that he was able to move in and out of her more easily than his initial penetration.

He began thrusting inside her more quickly now, careful not to do so too forcefully. Luna closed her eyes as he stretched her and put her hands on his ribs. She seemed not to know what to do with her arms.

"It helps, I think, if you, er, touch yourself too," he whispered.

She nodded and let a hand wander between her legs, where she began exploring her clit as Harry moved inside her. The look of bliss on her face aroused him immensely, and he could feel his orgasm start to build. He slowed his pace ever so slightly, hoping to bring Luna to another orgasm before the ritual was complete.

Her soft little pants and squeaks when he thrust into her were driving him mad, and he desperately hoped that she was close.

Finally, when he could stand it no longer, she moaned and spread her legs further for him, as if inviting him to go deeper. She thrust her hips against him when he filled her, and the look of transport on her face was one he had never seen on her. Her forehead was flecked with perspiration, her hair damp, and her brow furrowed as she concentrated on what he was doing to her body.

"Oh!" she gasped, her breathing suddenly becoming ragged. "Don't stop! Please!"

Harry looked down and saw that she was rubbing her clit vigorously, and it overwhelmed him. The sight of Luna touching herself was somehow so incongruous with his image of her that he felt overpowered by lust.

Feeling as if he had permission to cum now, he withdrew from her almost fully before pushing back in. He thrust in deeply, bottoming out, and felt her walls contract around him.

"Oh! Oh!" Luna squeaked, and rubbed herself harder.

He thrust into her one more time before his own orgasm overtook him. He groaned as his cock spurted copiously within her, the sensation seemingly amplified by her tightness.

A moment later Luna screamed as the rune on her belly lit up with incandescence. Harry hissed and gritted his teeth, focused on not collapsing on top of her.

When the pain finally ebbed, he took a deep breath and rolled off her. He lay flat on his back, staring up at the ceiling of the room as his body slowly returned to normal.

A few moments later, her sweaty visage swam into his vision. She had a concerned look on her face.

"Harry, are you alright?"

"Mmmmm," he muttered, giving her a weary smile. "Tired."

Luna frowned at this response.

"That's odd. My own energy levels are soaring. I suppose your body is reacting to the loss of so much magic."

"Probably," Harry murmured, his eyes now closed and a blissful smile on his face. "'Twas wonderful, Luna. Thanks."

"You're quite welcome," Luna said tranquilly, watching him closely as he began breathing deeply.

"I suppose I should fetch Madam Pomfrey," she said to herself, and got up from the bed.

She stumbled to the door of the Room of Requirement and yanked it open, unconcerned that she was completely nude.

"Oh, Madam Pomfrey!" she sang down the corridor, aware that the matronly healer was supposed to be in earshot.

She was answered by the sound of furious clapping coming from the tapestry across the hall.

"Oh, I say! That's the spirit, lass! Ye'd make a fine dancer! Give us a quick pirouette, will ye?"

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