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Chapter 51:- The Sweetest Fruit

A/N: The normal, Malehorntaildragon, cheers for your work and thoughts. GML this thank you.



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Gabrielle gave up trying to hold back. She just had to have him and she no longer cared about anything else. When Harry entered the common room and smiled at her, she couldn’t take it anymore the last ounce of her control disappeared. Every time she looked at him her body her magic everything reacted to him. She had waited too long she no longer cared she had to have him and him her. She didn’t care that they were in the common room he could take her here in the middle for all that her magic cared. As soon as the portrait closed she jumped to her feet and launched herself at him, and he reflexively opened his arms to catch her.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and locked her ankles behind his back. He was momentarily too surprised to stop her, so she kissed him. Her magic was screaming at her, it was finally here. The moment she had been waiting for. Her sex rubbed against him and she could feel the very movements within her core, the dampness started to spread within her simple knickers.

Strangely he didn’t pull back this time instead he deepened the kiss and sought her tongue with his own. She could feel his hardness pressing against her bum almost burning right into her it seemed to be searching her other entrance the one that would make her his forever. She could hear Luna, Susan, and especially Ginny cheering for her from the common room as he carried her up the girl’s staircase. he carried her into her room and closed the door, the room was beautiful and smelt of flowers everything was perfect.

He laid her down on the bed and had begun kissing her again, she wanted nothing but Harry inside of her. Her hips were involuntarily bucking against him. Begging for him to take her and finally make her his in every way conceivable.
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Then she heard what could only be described as a scream coming from somewhere outside the room. Something wasn’t right, suddenly she opened her eyes and realized Harry was not in her bed with her.

“Only a dream.” She whispered quietly to herself, trying to stop the tears of frustration. Then she remembered the sound. It came from the direction of the 5th year girls’ dormitory.

/Ginny! Oh no, oh no, oh no. What have I done? /She asked herself suddenly realizing what had happened. Quickly she jumped out of bed and ran out of the room towards Ginny’s room. She must have let her control slip during that dream and poor Ginny had felt the full brunt of her need, she was so close to her both in distance and emotionally that she would feel it more than anybody else.

Opening the door she found the other girls trying to comfort Ginny. They had been there for her through her nightmares of the Chamber and they thought she was having another one. Ginny sat quietly, her face was a very deep shade of red and her breathing was shallow.

Ginny noticed Gabrielle as she entered, the look of concern plastered on her normally impassive face rocked her more that what had just happened.

“Gabrielle!” She said as she jumped out of bed and into the younger girl’s arms. “Oh Gabrielle is that really what it’s like for you?” She asked her voice full of concern.

Gabrielle looked around the room and was silent. She was prepared to do anything for Harry but Ginny might not want this information let out.

Ginny saw the girl look around the room and understood. She turned to her friends who still look very concerned for her.

“I’m alright honestly it was just a dream.”

“But…but…” started to say one of them but Ginny help up a hand.

“It’s alright I’m fine, this is just something…between us. Can we have a minute please?”

The two roommates looked at each other without saying a word. They knew that Ginny and Gabrielle spent a long time together. They weren’t sure why but the calm way that Ginny asked them to leave reassured them that she was indeed fine.

They nodded their agreement and headed out of the room.

“I am so sorry Ginny...” Began Gabrielle as soon as the door closed.

“No!” Ginny exclaimed. “Don’t be sorry, I just had the most intense dream and orgasm of my life. And I want… No, I need more. I need Harry like I need air right now. I can’t believe you live with this all day every day. How can you stand it?”

“I just do, I have to, Harry is not ready to see me like that yet. You just felt what I need what I want but for Harry that is too much, for the moment. He is unsure of girl’s especially young girls and one’s like me. ” Said the younger girl dropping her head and thinking of the Veela running around in her body.

Ginny led Gabrielle to the bed where they both sat down she drew Gabrielle in tight beside her. Ginny’s emotions and hormones were still but she started to feel that she was beginning to get them under control. Looking closely at Gabrielle she let on the secret that she had been holding. “Oh don’t be so sure, he told me he has dreams about you.” Ginny stated.

“Really?” Gabrielle asked quietly hope filling her up.

“Honest.” Said Ginny. “I had to reassure him, again, that I didn’t care if he wanted to be with you... that I might actually like it...” She trailed off not sure she should continue.

“But Ginny, I told you I would keep my power under control, and I just gave you a full force taste of it, how can you sit here and comfort me of all people?”

“Easy, I know what you are going through, I don’t know how you can stand this, and I plan to do something about it.” She got an evil gleam to her eye suddenly. “What do you say we try and drive him to look at us in a more sexual manner, to force through the maddening niceness we love?”

“How?” asked Gabrielle and little concerned about the look in Ginny’s eye.

“For a start I can wear the new uniform today, I just wish you could.” She started knowing that if Harry did indeed see Gabrielle in her ‘new’ uniform it wouldn’t take much to get him to do something with the young girl.

Gabrielle was suddenly very nervous. She knew how Ginny looked in that uniform, and was a bit afraid of the attention she would get from the other boys.

“But I thought that you wanted to wear that for Harry.” She said.

“I do, but this way I might just start to jog him in moving in the right direction.”

“But what about your brother and the others?” Asked Gabrielle raising the fears that she knew Ginny had.

“Ron…there is no need to worry. After what I saw him doing a few days ago I know he won’t say anything. The others…I don’t care, its Harry I want and the other can just go…well they can just go.”

“If you think it will help?”

“I’m sure it will, I just wish you could wear yours but only third year and above can. I know that he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off you…I know I wouldn’t be able to.” Replied Ginny, that last under her breath hoping that Gabrielle didn't hear.

“I will also try my best to get him to remember that day. That should be enough to start our lover on the right road.”

“Aren’t you afraid of what he might do to you?”

“After what just happened, NO! If it happens it happens but that’s not the goal. That other night I almost...but we didn't, if it happens today then so be it.”

“Well alright then, I’ll leave you too it.”

“Um could you help?” asked Ginny

“What do you mean?”

“Gabrielle you look just so…” she wanted to say sexy but feared that it was still her shock of Gabrielle’s emotions talking so she paused “…perfect, all the time, do you think you could make me look how I did in the shop?”

Gabrielle smiled at the compliment and nodded.

“Very well, why don’t you get washed and everything then come down to my room. I’m sure we can get more privacy in there, I bet my roommates will have already gotten up and left by the time you come down.”

“Ok then see you in a little while.” Replied Ginny, suddenly feeling the nervousness hit her. As soon as Gabrielle left, her two roommates walked back in with quizzical expression on their faces.

“She’s helping me with something.”

The two girls looked at each other before replying. “Yeah right…we understand…just be careful.”

Ginny blushed hard and turned her back; she rummaged in her trunk for her wash bag and then headed for the safety of the bathroom.



*

Gabrielle returned to her room, and was happy to see that her room mates were indeed already up and out. She did not want them around when Ginny turned up it would cause too many problems, now they would have the room to themselves.

20 minutes later, still feeling extremely horny, but much cleaner Ginny entered the room. “So were all alone in here?” She asked and Gabrielle nodded.

“Okay then, let’s get started.” Ginny laid her clothes out on one of the beds, and motioned for Gabrielle to have a look. She had decided to bring most of her decent clothes unsure what the young Veela wanted.

Gabrielle looked at what Ginny had brought and felt a small tinge of sadness for Ginny. When she was growing up she had been given anything that she had wanted. People she didn’t even know had presented her family with gifts. She had many wardrobes fully of the most beautiful clothes. She had left them all behind determined to make it on her own but looking at Ginny small pile of clothes she felt sorry for the older girl and the things she had been deprived of.

As she looked over the pile a second time she saw the faint glimmer of the set of red underwear. It was by far the sexist undergarments that Ginny owned and Gabrielle was surprised that she had brought them along. But was today the right day to wear such a significant garment? She thought.

“Are you finally going to wear those?” Gabrielle asked with a small smile wondering at the answer.

“I am feeling so horny right now, this might be the only time I have the courage, or lack of forethought, to actually go through with it…but I’m not sure. Don’t you have some hot little cream number you’ve been wanting to wear?” Ginny finished with a question already knowing the answer and trying to defend herself.

Gabrielle went to her trunk, and looked in it. There along with her simple cotton knickers and bra’s, was the ‘wow underwear’ she had purchased for herself. She placed her hands upon them and felt the impossibly soft and silky material, no this wasn’t the day to wear such a garment, with regret and a tingling sex she let the underwear stay where it was.

“You know I do, you’ve seen it before.”

“Not completely.”

“Yes but enough, no I will wait for…that special time.”

Ginny let out the breath she had been holding now realising the Gabrielle felt exactly the same as her.

“I know what you mean.” She whispered.

“We can easily make do without that underwear today but don’t be ashamed Ginny you will look fabulous in it.”

Ginny smiled at the sudden images and thoughts that Gabrielle had just given her. Turning to the door she cast a locking charm upon it.

Gabrielle gave her a questioning look.

“I don’t fancy having anyone walk in while we are doing this. I may be horny but that doesn’t mean I like to show off to the whole world.” Ginny said with a grin.

Gabrielle was feeling especially nervous. In the absence of Harry, Ginny was sending all sorts of tingly feelings through her body, and she was having trouble keeping her power in check. “Ginny, it isn’t that I am not comfortable with you, but I don’t know if I should be this close to you right now.” She started to say, until Ginny cut her off.

“Afraid I might attack you because I am so sexually frustrated?” Ginny asked playfully. She answered her own question before Gabrielle had a chance. “Because I have definitely been thinking about it. I don’t know why it’s different, but I don’t have the same misgivings about being close to you that I do being close to Harry...” She trailed off again, lost in her thoughts.

Gabrielle was not sure what to do, she was standing in a locked room, full of beds, with a girl and wanted nothing more than for Ginny to attack her.

Coming back to reality Ginny smiled at the younger Witch. “Well, let’s get started.”Ginny said turning toward the bed.

Gabrielle turned her back and looked at the selection of clothes, she tried to imagine what Ginny would look like in each and every article but other images seemed to spring to her mind driving away what she was supposedly be doing.

Meanwhile Ginny had a million things running through her mind. She shook her head to clear it and dropped her robe to the ground. She glanced over her shoulder and saw that Gabrielle was sizing up her clothes.

From this angle Ginny could see everything; the light seemed to hit Gabrielle’s body perfectly illuminating what was under her normal school uniform. Gabrielle’s perfectly sized nipples were standing out hard against her blouse causing a shiver to run thought her. Her mind seemed to fog as it continued to look at that illuminated body. Her long hair was hanging down her back, longing for someone to run their fingers through it and the soft curls at the end made Ginny’s mouth water and her fingers tingle.

Overcome with pure lust, she couldn’t help herself. She wrapped her arms around the small Veela, and began nibbling her neck while stroking those curls with one hand.

Gabrielle was shocked at first, and nearly pulled away. But she could fight her magic any more, with someone this close and this willing to give her what she needed it literally took over. She turned into the embrace and kissed Ginny full on the lips. Her small tongue touched the red-heads bottom lip and begged entrance.

Ginny complied almost instantly, she had forgotten just who it was she was holding in her arms, and was lost in sensation. As she kissed the girl she felt as though her feet left the floor, and soon found herself pushing the small girl down onto the bed. She continued to kiss her as her fingers found their way down to the girl’s skirt. Her fingers brushed across the hem of the garment as if seeking assurance.

Gabrielle moaned into her lips and wriggled slightly on the beg, Ginny felt the skirt slightly leave her fingers and it started to move its way upward at the obedience of Gabrielle movement. She followed it with her fingers and found the covered mound.

Acting on pure instinct, she continued kissing her as her fingers made lazy circles around the girl’s button; the soft material of the knickers did nothing to stop Ginny from feeling everything. She shivered as Gabrielle gasped into her mouth and let one finger slip under the garment and down, into the tight hole that lay between.

Gabrielle was lost in a world of pleasure. Her magic was singing, it was not Harry, but somehow Ginny was close enough that this was the most amazing she had ever felt. Nothing she could do with her own fingers could compare to having another, especially one she loved, do this for her. As her climax approached she gasped for air and desperately held on to her voice. Somehow Ginny knew exactly what she needed and she was soon riding a roller coaster of orgasms. Each peak about half as high as the last. Until finally, spent, she lay panting underneath her new lover.

"Oh mon Dieu, ma Ginevra, qui est la plus agréable, le meilleur que j'ai jamais eu“ Gabrielle said gasping.
“Oh my God my Ginevra, that is most pleasurable, the best I have ever had!”

“That good?” Ginny asked grinning at the girl. She didn’t speak much French, but she didn’t need to in order to understand the sentiment.

“S’il vous plait un moment, mon amant.. I mean... please...just a second.” Gabrielle said, still coming down from her peak.
“Please, give me one moment, my lover”

Gabrielle took a steadying breath, then looked up at Ginny. Suddenly she felt very guilty. “Oh my Ginny, I am so sorry. I did not mean to make you do that, I practically raped you with my Veela magic...” She trailed off as the tears started.

“Now you listen to me,” Ginny began. “I have thought about doing something like that for a long time, it had nothing to do with you ‘forcing’ something on me.” Ginny said, pulling the now crying girl to her. “I love you almost as much as I love Harry, and I can’t stand to see you suffer. Now I have a few idea’s in mind to help turn loverboys head your way. If you trust me?” She said, in a slightly pleading tone.

“Of course.” Was Gabrielle’s instant reply.

“Well then, perhaps I should get dressed ready and we should get down to the common room, before people start asking questions, and before Harry leaves for breakfast without us.” Ginny finished pulling the girl with her up off the bed.

“Now first things first,” Ginny began. “…where do I start?”

Gabrielle looked over at the pile of the clothes and indicated what Ginny should get to start with. Trying to get her legs to follow her orders wasn’t easy but she managed to cross to her dresser to start looking at the makeup and deciding what would be best to show off her…Lover.

**

Elsewhere in the castle, Luna woke up after a very nice, very vivid dream involving two of her bond sisters. Getting out of bed she enjoyed the horny, tingly feeling that went from her fingers down to her toes. She also noted the wet spot on her sheets, seeing as how she slept in the nude the past night as was her want of some occasion. “I am definitely going to have to do something about this, and today.” The blonde mused to herself.

Susan sat up sharply in her bed letting the sheets fall down. Her breathing was faster but that wasn’t what had caused her to wake. He mind was losing the dream that she had been having but she knew that it had been intense. Her hand ached to move to her lower region but she fought it. Never could she do something like that and especially not here in this room yet her hand almost moved of its own accord.

Harry had his own problems; he had woken up almost an hour ago with a vivid dream involving Gabrielle, which had morphed into Gabrielle and Ginny together with him. His normal morning hardness was present but felt so painful this time but now an hour later it still hadn’t subsided. The pain had lessened but the hardness remained, he had managed to hide it from the rest of his dorm mates but if it didn’t disappear soon he didn’t know how he could get through the day without extreme embarrassment to himself.

He took another steadying breath but that did nothing to help so turned towards the door and prepared to face everyone but having a sinking feeling that his problems were only about to get worse.

*

Gabrielle had a number of advantages over most girls when it came to doing something like this but most of them would have noticed the changes in Ginny. Throughout the whole process of Ginny getting ready Gabrielle had seen as well as sensed the change within her friend. The earlier absolute drive after what they had just both done, to show herself off for Harry, was being eroded with the thoughts of what she was actually about to do.

If Ginny had been able to get changed instantly she would look very different to the almost finished article now waiting in front of the mirror. If she had gone with the first instinct she would literally have wanted to give the whole common room, heck even the whole school, a show. Gabrielle had seen the effect of what she had just done with Ginny slowly drain away and was pleased that she had managed to calm the girl down. That first impulse would have had her wearing the skirt shortened to and unbelievable short length, her legs encased in the stockings but ending on her thigh, her blouse to be one a size too small to show off her erect nipples and her make-up and hair done in such a way as to scream at everyone to “look at me and Fuck me!”

But that was almost an hour ago, a lot of Ginny’s impulses had been replaced, but that inner need to show off for Harry still permutated through. Gabrielle had stood behind Ginny and gently combed and brushed her hair until the silkiness had shone through she had seen the wonder on Ginny face as the transformation of soft yet brittle hair into the silky mane that was now present. Gabrielle didn't know but suspected that as she worked on the girl a little of her Veela magic had helped along the way. Either this was a new trait that she didn't know about or that the two of them had some other connection.

Gabrielle had then worked on the make-up, Ginny had never worn a lot and she really didn't need it. Gabrielle had used her knowledge to apply just trace amounts it would be almost invisible to anyone who looked but it was there just slightly emphasising the beauty of Ginny face. The choice of clothes had been the telling factor she saw the embarrassment cross Ginny face at the sudden thought of wearing the stockings. A few of the older girls around Hogwarts used them but most wore the conservative tights. For such a young girl to wear them was almost unheard of. Time and again Ginny picked up the articles and then put them down eventually Gabrielle made the decision for her and handed her the tights. They were still far silkier than any of the other girls wore and would still make her legs look good but nothing compared to the stockings, she gave Ginny a little time to herself to finish putting the clothes on and arranging everything before returning to the girl.

The only small problem was the shoes, Ginny’s worn and comfortable shoes just weren’t the right ticket for the outfit, and Gabrielle wished that they had bought some when they were shopping with Harry but, at the time, it had been driven out of her mind. Now looking at the large and somewhat clunky footwear her friend was wearing she vowed to herself not to make the same mistake again. Once Ginny was ready she lightly hugged her trying to sense if everything was alright.

“Ok?” she asked in a quiet voice.

Ginny didn't respond for a moment as she looked at herself in the enlarged mirror, never had she seen herself look so good and in a school uniform. Throughout the whole process her mind had marvelled at the petite girls skills. It was evident to her that Gabrielle never really tried with herself because if she did no man would be able to resist if she could make little-old-her look this good. Her hair felt so soft and silky it was unbelievable her face seemed to look back at her from the mirror and just seemed to ache to be kissed and the clothes were...perfect.

“I look....” she started to say but failed as she couldn’t find the words.

“Ready?”

Ginny smiled at her reflection before answering.

“Yes...” She replied with conviction in her voice. “...let’s see Harry reaction.” And then a thought crossed her mind. “How about if we do this....”

**

Harry was surprised at how empty the common room was. He had left his dorm room because of his problem and had expected at least Gabrielle to be waiting for him, as she normally was, but when he descended she, nor Ginny, were present. Ron and Hermione were there but that was all, it seemed as though most people had either not gotten up were already at breakfast.

As he walked slowly around the common room, absently trying to pass the time, but in fact trying to get his erection comfortable he saw several glances by Hermione at him. ‘/Had she already spotted his problem?/

He tried to force images into his mind as he normally had to alleviate his problem but no matter how gray or crusty he thought Snape’s underwear was his problem remained. He started to move towards one of the sofa’s hoping to gain a little camouflage for his problem when the noise on the girl’s staircase made him stop. His eyes were still looking at Hermione and the shock on her face was plain to see almost dreading what would happen he slowly turned around.

His eyes automatically locked onto Ginny and his heart stopped, but not only that so did his world. Ginny stood silently at the bottom of the stairs waiting for his reaction but noting he could say or do happened. His eyes wanted to take everything in at once but failed. Her legs encased in the soft material of the tights caused his fingers to ache at the need to touch them. The short skirt flared so nicely it told him how accessible her bottom was if he wanted it to be. His hands wanted to roam across those mounds and then up to those other two mounds of flesh. They were pressed ever so slightly against the blouse so to Harry it announced that they were there but out of sight but just for the moment if he wished it so, but it was her face that had captured him.

Harry eyes never really left her face the rest of her body was taken in but his eyes never left hers. Ginny had always been headstrong and a bit forceful but her face seemed to tell him of the vulnerable girl that was underneath the cheeks seemed to have been sculpted soft, her freckles he saw had almost gone and her eyes were speaking to him with deep chocolate pools. Her hair was held back by a simple hair band but it seemed to struggle with the soft silkiness of her hair as it wanted to flow around her face.

Opening his mouth he wanted to tell her that she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen but still he could not force the words out. She crossed the room in silence, the soft noise her shoes made seemed far too loud for Harry yet he just continued to look. As thought it was meant to happen she flowed into his arms, Harry wanted to hold her protect her, let her have her head, be with her, make love to her, sit with her all at once but just let his arms and body move of their own accord.

“You...you...” he started to stammer but was stopped as she captured his lips in hers. The softness of them transmitted through to Harry yet his brain still refused to function.

Ginny own reaction wasn’t quiet as intense but still very very strong. She could read and almost feel every reaction and emotion rolling off of Harry. Most girls she thought would have been upset if their boyfriend had said nothing when they emerged from the stairs wearing this uniform but Harry was just so open she loved him for it. She flowed into his arms because both of them needed this contact, and this kiss. She was scared that Ron was going to ruin the moment but for now he was still blissfully unaware of what was happening. Hermione on the other hand was looking at her with an expression Ginny found hard to understand but she didn't care all she cared about was Harry...and Gabrielle.

A she was pressed against her man she had felt his hardness on her stomach, it seemed to push into her and her fingers as well as her sex ached to get hold of it but she forced these emotions down. The noise on the stairs told her that Gabrielle was coming, normally the young girl was silent but today she made just enough noise as Ginny had told her to do so.

“You remember that day shopping then?” she asked.

“Of course.”

“I will look even better for you one day but only for you.”

Harry gulped at the words fully understanding what Ginny was saying.

“But just imagine what Gabrielle looks like.” She had timed her words almost perfectly.

“Harry’s eyes flicked to the stairs and his mind went into overdrive. The pressure of Ginny against him and the sudden thought of Gabrielle sent messages to his problem that could not be denied. As the first foot was seen, his mind lost the little amount of control it had. He managed to not buck his hips but the spreading dampness in his groin told him what had just happened. A sudden shock of reality hit his body at what had just occurred, but Ginny still held him close. The embarrassment flowed to his mind but Ginny’s voice pierced it.

Ginny had felt the dampness of Harry and that was all that was needed to throw herself over the edge as well. Even after what she and Gabrielle had recently done the erotic nature of the past few minutes had taken. She had told Gabrielle not to hold back so much on her magic to see if they could get a reaction but she never dreamed of this. As she stood in Harry arms and looked into his face she felt her own moisture start to soak into her underwear, when she had mentioned Gabrielle her own mind had started to conjure images but unlike Harry she knew how flawless the girl was, but when she felt Harry’s reaction it pushed her over the edge. The moisture flowed freely and soaked into the waiting material, every sense every nerve seemed to be on fire as her mind rolled with her orgasm.

The release for Harry was over yet the hardness still remained it was as though it wanted more. He stood with Ginny still in his arms but unsure of what to do now. His eyes regained their focus and he looked at Gabrielle waiting at the bottom of the stairs. She was wearing her normal uniform the one she always wore and suddenly he understood that Ginny had tricked him. He wanted to be annoyed but felt that he couldn’t no matter what he thought, he could never be mad at someone who looked so beautiful.

“I can feel your reaction Harry and it was so beautiful I just want to melt.”

Harry felt Ginny go slightly limp in his arms and held her close to him. Panic and worry started to form in his mind but Ginny regained her strength and glanced downwards to his hardness.

The embarrassment of what had just happened took full control of Harry and he wanted to run and hide. How could he have cum in his trousers while simply holding Ginny? It had never happened before but something about this morning had set him off. He wanted to say something wanted to apologise but nothing came forward.

Louder so that the others could hear Ginny said. “You’ve forgotten your books Harry why don't you get them, we’ll wait.”

Harry blinked suddenly trying to understand and then bolted for the stairs; he rushed up them two at the time gaining the privacy of his room.

***

The sound of Ginny voice made Ron sit up and turn around. He had been putting off his hunger for some time now. Hermione had said that they were going to wait for their friends but come on; he was a growing lad and needed his daily energy intake. He had missed the whole of Ginny’s entrance but the sound of her voice had made him sit up. His mind did register Harry suddenly dash for the boys stairs but that was all he noticed of his best friend as his eyes locked onto Ginny.

A small part of his mind, a very small part, thought that Ginny looked far better than she ever had. She looked so sexy, so hot that he almost felt jealous. But this small part could not stop the rest of his mind and emotions steamrollering over his reaction.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WEARING!” he shouted.

The emotional high of her orgasm was slowly coming to an end when Ron’s words hit her. She almost staggered at the hostility in his words.

“My uniform.” She replied trying to focus her mind onto the upcoming argument.

“THAT’S NOT A UNIFORM THAT’S.....” retorted Ron jumping to his feet and started to approach Ginny.

The sight of her brother approaching her dragged her mind back to the present. She sensed Gabrielle move behind her obviously frightened at the fury coming from Ron.

“Yes it is and you know it.”

“It’s indecent, get changed at once!”

“No its not, it’s allowed.”

“No sister of mine is going to wear that.”

“You didn't mind when Lavender wore hers. I bet you would like Hermione to wear one?”

Ginny saw a faint blush creep into Hermione’s cheeks at the mention of her name but was thankful that she kept quiet.

“That’s not the point, you are my sister and I won’t allow it.”

“ALLOW IT! What am I some sort of possession for you?”

“Yes you are my sister I have to look after you.”

“You haven’t done a very good job so far.” As soon as she said it she regretted it. No one, not her family nor her friend’s no-one knew everything that had happened in that chamber.

“What does that mean?”

“I’m wearing it and there’s nothing you can do about it!” She replied trying to move the argument back away from the one subject she didn't want.

“No...No...No. You are not wearing that, what would Mother say? I know! She would say that you are a Scarlet Woman, some Hussy trying to dress herself up.”

“Hussy, grow up Ron! I’m not dressing like this for Mum it’s for me, only me. But if you breathe a word of it to Mum that I will have to talk to her and don’t forget I’ve seen you...all of you. What would she say to that?”

Ron stammered trying to come up with an answer, if his Mother did find out about him an Hermione then all hell would be let lose, but he was never going to let Ginny wear that out it was so.... A sudden new thought crossed his mind and it started him down yet another route.

“When did you get that?”

“Over the Summer.” Replied Ginny instantly, suddenly worrying over this new question.

“Who got it for you; you could never afford something like that?”

Ginny felt her face lose a little of its colour. If Ron found out that it was Harry that paid for it he would attack him, and soon it would come out about Gabrielle and possibly the rest and here and now was definitely not the time.

“Um...a friend.”

Ron’s mind came up with only one name, and his eyes immediately bored into the girl still standing behind Ginny. He opened his mouth to start to rant at the young little French girl with her money corrupting his sister.

Ginny saw the look on Ron’s face and something flooded inside of her she edged slightly more in front of Gabrielle, Ron was not going to rant at her. She was having enough problems of her own without her git of a brother starting on her.

“Um...I’ve got my books how about Breakfast!” called Harry appearing at the bottom of the stairs. Ron glowered at his sister once more but saw the look of determination on her face and so spun around and stalked off towards the portrait with Hermione in tow.

“Did I miss something?” asked Harry.

“Nothing unusual just Ron being a git...” A sudden smile crossed her face as she lightly grasped Harry hand in her own “...come, let’s go to breakfast!”

**

For Harry the whole day was an exercise in pain control. He moved from one lesson to the next yet each time trying to lesson his painful arousal. The release in the morning had done nothing to help him. Each time he thought that he was getting his problem under control he would either meet with Ginny or something else would remind him of her or his dream of Gabrielle.

The morning had been hard for him; it was difficult to concentrate on what the Professors were teaching as his mind just wanted to wander back towards Ginny. Their first lesson had been Herbology, normally the activity would have been a welcome relief but somehow his mind just would not let go. Similar to some previous lessons they were once more re-potting a set of plants. This caused many a giggle but for Harry his mind just would not let go. Whenever he placed his hands in the slightly warm compost his mind reminded him of the soft feelings of Ginny, and when he grasped the silken stem of the plants he was once more reminded of Ginny, her legs and everything.

Through the whole double period he had moved from one physical sensation to the next and each seemed to impact upon his lower region. When at last the gong had sounded for the end of the lesson the blast of cold air gave Harry some relief, so much so he was tempted to stay outside for as long as possible. Eventually a shivering Ron and Hermione had dragged him inside, and up towards Transfiguration.

After the wonder of the past Quidditch match he was determined to start to use his sight in some of the lessons. He wasn’t sure which lessons to do it in but was sure that Transfiguration would be the best. Yet today he couldn’t focus his mind enough and stay alert for Professor McGonagall not to notice. Each time he tried to drop into his magic he found that he needed more and more of his concentration and the Stern professor reprimanded him more than once on his lack of attention.

Apart from that the lesson had been going well until the practical part. Today they were working on transfiguring organic to in-organic and back again. This would have been fine until he was issued peaches to work with. Most of the students were given a different type of fruit to work with, so not to cheat, but why did he have to get the soft slightly fuzzy peaches. Glancing over at Ron and Hermione he did have to smile to himself that at least he wasn’t issued with two bananas and two strawberries. The two didn't seem to know where to look or who should have what by Harry’s reckoning.

By the time the lesson ended all that Harry was concentrating on was soft peach flesh. Hoping to escape yet another temptation he quickly started to pack his things up, he was stopped when McGonagall ask to speak to him privately. With a little bit of panic he waited for the rest to finish, Hermione and Ron both gave him a look but he nodded to them and they left. He waited by his desk until the Professor indicated her office. He followed her in silence and sat in the chair opposite her desk waiting for what was about to come.

“Well Mr Potter it seems that you had some problems with today’s lesson is it anything I can help with or something you want to talk to me about?”

Harry’s mind as well as his heart almost leapt out of his chest at these words. He was still having problems and his erection, not as hard as it had been but it was still present, but he could never say anything about that!

“Um....I...fine” he managed to stutter hoping to cover his embarrassment.

“Are you sure?” pressed McGonagall

“Fine Professor, I really am.”

Harry almost felt the eyes of the stern teacher probe into him as she studied him very closely.

“Very well then I want to talk to you about something else.”

“Of course Professor.”

“As you know I have been told about your situation and your...special magic.”

“Magic?”

“Yes I was present when Miss Delacour and Professor Dumbledore spoke.”

“Oh.”

“I was wondering whether there was anything you wanted to tell me about your magic...anything at all?”

Harry was a little shocked and was not sure how he could answer the question, there was no way he was going to tell her that recently he felt the need to have sex so much that it hurt or that for the past few hours he had been walking around School with the hardest stiffy he had ever had or that for every lesson that he had with all four girls he just felt so happy and pleased with life.

Not seeing a response McGonagall continued.

“I’ve noticed a number of things recently and was wondering if it was to do with you?”

“Noticed things, me?”

“Yes certain people are acting...differently.” She continued.

Harry swallowed hard before asking “People?”

“Yes, most of us knew about Miss Weasley yet today she...surprised me.”

“Um....”

“And then there are the others, young Miss Delacour is understandable, but I’ve also noted others who have changed, Miss Lovegood and Miss Bones as well as a certain Mr Malfoy.”

“Draco!”

“Yes they have all been acting....unexpectedly I was just wondering?”

“I haven’t done anything!” he quick said trying to defend himself.

McGonagall didn't say anything in response, she just looked at Harry. Dumbledore said that he would affect people and her own eyes had told her that people were changing. Most of the actions she could have just passed off but the way Ginny looked today almost screamed at her that something was different. She feared that Harry was doing something to them, but the way he sat there just reinforced the idea that he was innocent.

“Very well I believe you but one other has changed. They may not think so and I believe they are fighting it.”

“Who?”

“You Harry, you. You have changed from last year, and you are trying to cling to something but you are changing I think you need to sit down and think about that.”

“Me?”

“Yes you Harry, take some time and look at yourself, if you don't I fear your studies will suffer and I wouldn’t want that.”

“Um...Ok then.” Replied Harry, now with even more running around in his head.

“Good, why don't you head off to lunch now and please remember what I have said.”

Harry got up in a daze and set off for the Great Hall. His mind for once started to bounce the thoughts around in his head. He knew he had changed but not that much and then there were the girls. He thought that they were normal nothing different, yes Ginny had done something unexpected this morning but that was just her wasn’t it? His mind wanted to bring back the old argument that he was controlling the girls but he knew that to be false, that was the easy answer this was more complex.

As he pushed open the large double door his mind was working on the Draco problem. McGonagall had said that he had changed but had he? He was still the annoying git wasn’t he? Thought Harry but he paused for a moment as his mind continued. He had changed, it was almost December and apart from the potions incident and the train he had hardly seen the annoyance, not even during any of the Quidditch match or anything yes Draco was different.

Sitting down between his two normal partners a small part of his mind had also told him something else, the first time since he had gotten up he wasn’t stiff or painful!

**

His relief was only short lived because as soon as Ginny had finished her meal she snuck a little closer to him and he could feel her body next to his. He didn't look at her much as his mind continued to churn everything that was going round in it but that few glances of Ginny and Gabrielle had set him off again. It was back to it painful hardness as he mistakenly had watched Ginny leave for her next lesson. Both her and Gabrielle had rose together and left the Hall side by side but Harry’s eyes were glued on the retreating form of the pair, all of those images from that shop sprang to mind and of the newer ones today and so his problem returned.

He tried to give himself a little time but eventually he rose and bid the others goodbye as he headed for his Law classes. A nice afternoon lecture about the interaction of the Law between countries and sentient beings was surely going to solve his problem but he hadn’t counted on Susan.

Pulling out his own parchment he started to get ready for the lesson. Susan as normal slid in next to him and they shyly smiled at each other, yet Harry found that he couldn’t tear his eyes away for some reason he just wanted to look at this girl. He didn’t search her face to find some imperfection and to look at some prominent feature he just wanted to look at her. As soon as the lecture started he managed to force his eyes away at the same time Susan had done but his mind wasn’t really listening.

Throughout the whole lecture he tried to keep rearranging himself until he was comfortable and it looked like he was fidgeting throughout the whole time. He was worried that Susan might notice something but to Harry she seemed to be distracted today as well and was fidgeting herself. He nearly lost it when he noticed her sucking on the end of her quill while she idly played her other fingers up and down the shaft. Forcing himself on he was never so glad of the Gong when it sounded, he wanted to jump up and leave the classroom to at least get some relief or at the worst just have a freezing shower but checked himself. He knew that the walk back from the class with Susan was something she looked forward to, so he slowed himself down until as normal they were last and then left with her.

The pair walked the corridors together, close but not touching. For once neither of them said anything as they walked, as they neared the stairs Harry bade Susan goodbye and told her to pass a message on to the others before he turned and started towards the common room, for him his other problem more insistent that his hunger. As he climbed the stairs he noticed that Susan just stood at the bottom and watched him, eventually he turned onto the seventh floor and was lost from her sight. Hopefully relief was only minutes away.

**

Harry flopped on top of his bed and pulled the curtains closed around him. He had just had the longest cold shower that he could remember, he was still shivering from the cold but at last his problem was gone. A little self-consciously he felt his own member and it was still soft, the warmth of his hand started to send a message to it so he quickly wrenched his hand away. Closing his eyes for a second he let out a long breath it had been a long and hard day in more than one way. But at least now he felt like he was back to normal. He knew that he had missed the evening meal but wasn’t worried for once the solitude of the room was pleasant and he was away from girlish temptation.

The small shift in the bed suddenly told him that he wasn’t alone. Cautiously he opened his eyes and saw sitting in her normal place at the end of his bed was Fawkes. A small sigh of relief escaped him as he sat up and looked at the bird. For some reason she didn't look as bright to him or he was getting better at looking at her. They hadn’t spoken for some time now and he wondered why she should visit him now.

“Good evening Harry.”

“Evening Fawkes.”

“I thought that I could help you, you seem to need someone to talk to.”

“Talk to?”

“Yes you been having a bit of a problem it seems.”

Harry immediately blushed and glanced at his crotch, the hardness still hadn’t returned but that did not stop the embarrassment.

“Well...um...I...um....” he stammered in reply trying to find an answer.

“No Harry I know all about male and female reproduction but that’s not your problem.”

“Only say’s you.” Harry blurted without thinking.

“No Harry that’s just it, you have a problem but erection is just a symptom of it, it is not the problem itself. Professor McGonagall told you that you are changing, that is your problem not that hardness in your trousers.”

Harry tried to listen to Fawkes’s voice but it was making no sense to him.

“Harry when I took you to my nest I helped you see and begin to understand. This is just another step; you have a problem and one that you need to solve. Like most boys I see they try and put their problems off for another time but now you have to face it. I can’t tell how to solve it, that as you know is not my way, but I can at least talk to you and start you thinking about it.”

“I don't have a problem.” He tried to kid himself.

“Yes you do and that is ample evidence of it.” said Fawkes a little sharply and pointing with her beak at his crotch. Harry hands instinctively coved the region but he tried to think on the words.

Fawkes waited for a moment before she continued.

“Think back to the broom closet and Ginny.”

Harry mind instantly brought back the memory but he could not stop his mouth.

“You were there!” he blurted out.

“No Harry I wasn’t, but I do know what happens in this school and especially around you. Now think about that and then, think about you.”

Harry tried to think of that lovely time just before Ron had disturbed them but he could not see what the bird was getting at.

“Why didn’t you have sex right then?”

“Because Ginny didn't want to, I’m no monster!”

Fawkes tilted her head at his answer and waited for Harry to continue.

“Stop looking at me like that.”

“I’m trying to get you to think, really think and then understand. Did you want to have sex?”

“Yes...No....I...I....”

/“Why didn’t you?” /pressed Fawkes, she was moving a little too fast but she felt herself caught up in the moment.

“Because she said no!”

“Why did she say no, doesn’t she like you?”

“Um...probably.”

Fawkes had to let out a screech at that answer shocking Harry.

“You know the reason she told you, she is fighting a battle, her own inner fight so are you Harry that is the reason it wasn’t just her, it was both of you.”

“Me?”

“Yes you are fighting against everything that you and the others have become. You can’t or don't see it but you are fighting it subconsciously.”

“I’m not.” He tried to defend.

“You are but you won’t see it. Your problem, today, the one you thought you had could have been solved, willingly but you refused to see the solution. You have to decide for yourself what is right and wrong, don't let old prejudices take over clear your mind and think for yourself, make your own choice.”

“Aren’t I doing that?”

“You are but not enough, you need to think about everything, would it have been so wrong for you and Ginny in the closet.”

“Yes!” he answered at once.

“Correct, but why?”

“Because it was wrong, sex is...She said no... I have to be...” but Harry suddenly paused as he started to understand.

“See Harry understanding is everything. Albus has been teaching you about perception and magic, understanding is just a part of that. Different perception has no meaning to true understanding.”

With a small flash she disappeared leaving her words rattling around in his head. ‘Different perception has no meaning to true understanding.’ All this talk about sex was having an effect on him once more, but something kept knocking on the door in his mind, the word perception just bounced left and right. Almost absently he rose to his feet and started to pace. ‘Perception...perception...a different perception...Understanding and perception...sex...perception...’ on and on it went and then slowly he understood what he had to do, he had to get a new perception.

He found himself walking towards the portrait whole and climbed out with only the briefest acknowledgment to those in the common room. Still the thoughts rattling around his body headed for the solution that his mind still hadn’t come up with. When he eventually focused in on his surrounding he saw that he was standing at the main entrance. He looked round and saw a number of students milling about but most left him alone. His eyes did track a number of girls that seemed to be paying him more attention but he didn't need them, he needed a new perception on things. Just as he was about to move off he saw her and almost rushed to her side.

“Um...Luna can we talk?”

“Aren’t we now?” she replied at once.

“Sorry I mean can I ask you something.”

“You just did.” She said dreamily, knowing she was driving him crazy.

“May I ask you a few questions then?” Harry said without skipping a beat. Luna was enjoying this very much. Most people did not understand her word games. Harry seemed to understand her instinctually.

“Of course what do you want to know?”

“Um...not here...somewhere private.”

Luna just shrugged and waited for Harry, she could see the frown of worry or something on is brow. Harry spun on the spot and then headed at once for one of the secret corridors. Luna followed and was surprised when Harry lightly grabbed her hand and started to lead her through the castle. It wasn’t long before he had found an old store room and pulled her inside. Suddenly being in such a secluded space with Harry was having an effect on her body. The last time that they had been alone like this it had been her idea, she had given him a release and a quick glance at Harry saw that he was indeed hard down there. If this was what he wanted then she would comply. Hopefully he might do something for her afterwards.

Her hands started to move to her blouse but stopped as Harry started to speak.

“Let’s sit I want to ask you about....” but he could not say the words, the energy he had after making the choice had dissipated and all was now left was the frightened and embarrassed teenager that he was.

“Harry you know you can ask me anything, I know sometimes people don’t understand my answers but you don’t seem to have that problem.” She said.

“Um...Ah....” but still Harry could not say anything.

“Harry you can say it. Is it about the Nargels or perhaps the Humdingers? We seem to be free of them at the moment so they won’t hear you. However it is getting colder outside and they might move into the castle soon, so I would hurry if I were you.”

“Whydon’tyouthinksexisbad” he forced out in one mouthful.

For once Luna was the one having difficulty understanding. “Pardon?”

“Um...sorry I should never.”

Luna reached out with her hand to stop Harry from moving and looked directly into his face. She could see the emotions running cross it and closed the gap. Her own need was rising and being this close she could not stop herself. She pressed her lips into his and felt the sudden stiffness of Harry. It didn't bother her she just kept moving her lips against Harry’s. He tried to move back a pace but she snaked a hand around his back to stop him, his actions seemed to lose strength and even his lips softened slightly. She pushed her breasts forwards seeking his chest with them. The delicious sensations of their contact with him sent messages across her body. Slowly ever so slowly she pulled back until only their lips were connected, with gentleness she broke the final contact and looked into Harry face. His eyes were closed but his brow was smooth and he looked far calmer than he had been moments ago.

“Now Harry what did you want to ask me?”

Harry felt his breathing return to his body, the nerves and everything seemed to have disappeared as Luna’s soft lips and breasts had pushed against him, each of them seemed to drive into him a message that everything would be alright.

“I said to you that having sex to keep friends is bad but you disagree. Your outlook is completely different to everyone?”

Luna looked at Harry closely before she responded with her own question.

“Is this about sex or me?” she asked quietly.

“Both I think?”

“OK then...” started Luna and she looked around, and found a small table to sit on. She wiggled her bum slightly to get comfortable and waited. Harry paused for a moment as he watched Luna sit on the table then he too found a place to rest.

“I think I don’t care about sex or anything, as long as I’m happy I will do what I want, as long as it doesn’t harm anyone that is, to be happy.”

“But...but...”

“Sex...that just makes me happy, it does no harm it isn’t wrong.”

“But you’re underage.”

“Say’s the Ministry. Years ago I wouldn’t have been, it makes me feel happy. I know the consequences but if I’m careful and happy then it’s alright.”

“People would say.... They might talk to you if they thought.....”

“If I’m happy then what do I care? If they think bad thoughts about me so what I’ll find new people different people...like you or Susan or the rest.”

“But it’s wrong!” fervently argued Harry allowing his inner battle to leak out.

“No that is where we differ Harry. That is how you think, not me, I like to be happy if I’m happy then it’s not wrong, if it’s not wrong then it has to be right.”

Harry shook his head at Luna’s logic and tried to force it on top of his perception. Fawkes said that multiple perceptions didn’t change understanding but how could this help.

“Look Harry, I’m not fully comfortable today and so I’m not happy.”

Harry wanted to say something but stopped as he saw Luna’s hands flow to the buttons on her blouse. Like the gentleman he was he turned his head away hoping that she wasn’t going to do what he thought she was.

Luna saw Harry turn but continued; she easily undid all of the buttons and shrugged off her blouse. She waited for Harry to turn but he didn’t. Still not caring one bit she reached behind her and released the clasp at last letting her breasts swing feely. Ever since the morning they had ached to be released and she saw that the nipples were already hard and we begging to be sucked. She placed her bra on top of her blouse and then waited. She saw Harry turn his head slightly but once he caught the sight of her bare flesh he turned back away.

“That’s just it Harry, you don’t think it’s right or proper to see my naked breasts. I said that I was not comfortable, now I am and that makes me happy. If I am happy then everything is alright. I know I’m sitting here with my breasts on show but I’m Happy to do it, so please stop being silly and turn around.”

Cautiously Harry turned his head and was transfixed at those large mounds. He didn’t want to stare but it was too much of a temptation.

“See it’s not wrong. If it was I would be screaming or something would I?”

“I suppose....”

“Sex for me is the same.”

Harry opened his mouth but was stopped from saying anything as Luna jumped off the table she was on. Her breasts bounced freely as she crossed to the door. She placed a hand on the handle and started to turn it.

“NO!” called out Harry fearing what she was about to do.

Luna smiled to herself and turned around.

“Why?”

“You...you can’t... not in school...”

“If I am happy what does it matter....”

“Because....”

“People would call me names like....Loony? See it doesn’t matter what they think to me.”

She crossed to him and lifted him to his feet, this time when she kissed him his lips tasted oh so sweet and soft. She could feel her breasts now between them and his arms found their way around her body. She knew then that now was the time, she had been waiting for oh so long and now it would happen. She could feel his hardness on her leg and it excited her to no end. Standing there in the dimly lit room holding Harry pressed against her chest she felt so happy she wanted to cry.

The kiss deepened and she started to worm her hand downwards, Harry’s arms traced a light pattern up her back but she sought him, needed to feel him. She gripped his hardness in her hand and felt the pulse. She started to moan as she gyrated her body against Harry and found the zip she was after. With a single movement she had undone it but still his tool was not released. She wound her hand inside and felt him through his shorts.

This additional contact made Harry pause for a moment. Luan backed up slightly letting her hand come loose from his trousers. She sank to her knees in front of him.

“No...you...”

“I want to, it will make us both happy.” she replied with a smile before reaching forwards with her hand once more.

Harry knew this to be wrong; the inner battle was telling him so. The last time this had happened he had be caught out by Luna but not this time, this time he had come here he had started the talk he could leave at any time yet he stood there.

Luna found his throbbing cock once more and gently lifted it out of the opening. She could easily remember the last time that she had done this but tonight was going to be different. Dipping her head she let her tongue lick the whole length on one single stroke. As her lips and nose reach his tip she could feel the small moisture emanating from the end. She kissed the crown and allowed her tongue to play with the sticky end.

She heard a grunt from Harry and understood how hard it must be for him to hold back. Every time she had seen him today she had seen the hardness in his trousers. Lowering her head she encased as much a she could in her mouth. She started with a small motion but soon started to bob faster.

Harry’s eyes were drawn downwards. He studied the top of Luna’s head as she bobbed on him. Strands of hair had come loose from the bun at the back of her head, he absently recorded that she had her wand stuck in it as normal. His eyes continued to roam over what he could see. Each bob caused her large breasts to move and rotate and he was mesmerised by the movement. Suddenly he felt the building sensation within his balls and then he erupted, pulse after pulse seemed to flow from him, for the whole day he had been teased or been aroused and never would he have thought he had so much. The pulses kept coming there strength were lessening but still they came. He staggered back slightly and saw his cock slip from Luna’s mouth and the last spurt came flying out which caught the girl on the end of her nose.

Shock and horror flowed into Harry at his action and he looked down. Luna dipped her head up and, looked into Harry’s eyes. She wanted to tell him that all was ok she was Happy and he had done nothing wrong but her mouth was too full. Never had she had so much cum in her mouth, she tried to swallow it all but some started to leak out of the side of her mouth. She felt it trickle down her chin and the splash once then twice on the top of her breast.

Smiling the biggest smile she eventually said. “See Harry that was not wrong, you feel happy and so do I.”

“But I...”

“Came on my face and dripped on my boobs. So what I think it’s a great moisturiser?” she replied as she wiped the corner of her mouth with a finger and then proceeded to rub the discharge into her breasts.

Harry watched the movement of her fingers as he stood there, his mind wanted to rebel and shut down at what had happened but it continued on. Luna got to her feet and grasped Harry’s hand and placed it on to her now moisturised breasts.

“Please Harry.” she asked and waited until he started to move his hand on her breasts. The movement were slow and gentle and every one of them sent a shiver through her. She kissing him some more and let him continue with her breasts, she oh so loved them being played with. She found the belt on his trousers and slowly undid it, then she sought the button. When it was released she felt the material start to drop. Breaking the contact she stepped back. Harry’s trousers only fell a little way but his legs stopped them.

She reached under her pencil skirt for the waist band of her thick tights she tugged them downwards and then out from under her skirt. She worked each shoe off of her feet before finally removing the garment. She closed on Harry once more and started kiss him again. Harry found that his hands sought her breasts without action or command, he enjoyed their weight and he played with them. Luna rocked him slightly this way and that and he felt his trousers slip to his ankles, his mind told him what was going to happen be he no longer listened to it, all he listened to was Luna and her perception on life.

Luna let her hands drop to her side and as she rocked Harry she started to work her skirt upwards. It was tight on her legs but not so tight that she couldn’t move it. So she lifted it up clear of her bottom and it was now bunched around her waist. There was only now a small piece of clothing separating her very core from Harry. Grasping Harry’s hands she moved them to her bottom and felt them start to roam over those mounds. Up and down and around they wend sometimes they found the waist band but most of the time the just continued to rub. Every movement seemed to drive her sex against Harry hardness. The front of her panties rubbed up and down the length and drove that moist material in even deeper. At the end of each movement a small shock of pleasure shoot through her and his hardness found her button.

Needing more she raised her hands to Harry’s shoulders and pushed downwards. He moved slowly but sank to his knees his face level with her centre. His nose detected the smell of Luna easily and he could see the moisture in her knickers. Her simple white panties seemed to cling to every part of her. He could see the mound easily outlined and the groove down the centre, from this distance he could see the small button at the top which seemed to throb in time with Luna’s breathing.

“Harry, please take them off.” She asked of him.

His hands were raised before he knew what he was doing and he grasped the material of the waistband. Slowly he pulled them down and kept his eyes on what was before him. The material seemed reluctant to leave the moist folds but eventually it did. Harry’s eyes saw Luna for the first time. The mound was proudly displayed to him and he could see the deeper redness of the folds, his eyes traced upwards and he looked at the patch of blond hair, it was trimmed to perfection, small neat and inviting. Instinct was driving him now and he lent forward. He wasn’t sure why he did it but Luna had done something similar to him just moment ago so he kissed the folds.

As he did so his nose ever so gently rubbed her button and she moaned in pleasure. Reaching out with his tongue he licked the length of Luna and tasted her moist juices, the first taste of something he would come to love. The second time he ran his tongue along the length he found the button at the top. He flicked the button and head as well as felt the final response from Luna, a small moist coating adorned his face as Luna’s legs buckled slightly at her release. He continued to look at the folds and saw a drop of moisture form upon them, his eyes traced the drop until it fell onto her thigh and started its journey down her leg.

Luna let her orgasm run through her, wave and wave of pleasure seemed to rock within her body, each one crashed into her sex and she started to lose her control. She had been without sex for so long she had to have more she wanted to feel him inside her. Harry rose to his feet and she could see her own moisture on his face but she didn't care. Crushing herself against him she started to kiss and lick her own juices off of him. Her leg felt his hardness once more and she just had to have it.

“Please Harry?” She asked.

“What?”

“Fuck me...I want it...I haven’t had it for too long....please...don’t worry about it.”

Luna didn't wait for Harry’s answer she just started to back towards the table she had been sitting on. When she felt the edge she sat on it and leaned backwards. Harry had followed her and looked at the sight before him. Luna’s breasts were now still and her moist opening called to him, her legs were spread and she was waiting for him. He stood within her parted legs and waited, he felt Luna’s hand grasp for him and so moved forward even more. She found her target and started to pull the hardness towards her, she just had to have it.

Harry felt his tip brush her entrance and then it found it, so with just the barest part of it in he felt Luna let go of him. He stood there now unsure of what they were about to do.

“Come on Harry, it will be alright, I want this I’m happy.”

Still hesitant he was reluctant to move but then Luna’s Legs locked behind him and pulled him into her. At first he tried to resist but her powerful legs would not be denied. His cock thrust deep within her and he felt a new sensation, one he had never experienced before in his life. Luna’s mouth had felt oh so good to him but that paled in comparison against this. The warm folds sent shivers of delight through him as he paused to assimilate these new feelings. Slowly he drew backwards and as he did so Luna started to moan. When two thirds of his length had left the warm opening he felt another push from Luna’s legs and he thrust forwards.

“Yes...” breathed Luan as the sensation of him filling her up flooded her body. Sex had been a part of her life for sometime but this was pure heaven to her.

“Yes Harry...faster now...” she coaxed the box between her legs. She had suspected that he had never done it before and she knew now that to be true, with small words to encouragement she got him up and into a rhythm.

“Yes...Harry...yes...now...keep going.”

And he did so; she felt her first small orgasm and ran with it. It pulled within her chest and loins she felt her nipples and sex was going to explode. She grabbed her open breasts and started to play with them, tweak the nipples she need everything now. In her throes of ecstasy she could hear the grunting of Harry, she clamped down as hard as she could on Harry when he lost his rhythm as he neared his time.

“That’s good just a bit more...”

“I’m...I’m....” said Harry as he felt the rise within his body.

“Yes Harry...Now....Fill me.” Screamed Luan as the first shot from him her insides. Shot after shot of cum hit her inner walls causing her second orgasm to flow, this one made all the others seem so week. Her legs collapsed and so did her arms but that didn't stop the sensations. Her sex pulsed and throbbed as it continued to milk the puling member in her. Her nipples were so hard it was like they were trying to fly of her breasts. Eventually the flood within her stopped and Harry was spent. Luna wanted to luxuriate in the afterglow but understood that Harry needed comfort.

She sat up win his deflating member just about still within her. She gathered him in her arms and pulled him tight to her chest.

His tone was apologetic and confused. “Luna I’m so sorry, this can’t be what you wanted, I wasn’t looking for you for this...”

“Harry its ok; I was actually looking for you to do exactly this.” She said, still breathless.

“But this is wrong, not only that, but I finished so fast, you couldn’t possibly...” He was interrupted by her pulling his face up to hers.

“It’s more than OK Harry. I have given more than one boy their first time, trust me, this was unbelievably good” She said.

“But how can we still be friends after this? How can you stand to look at me now?” He asked hurriedly trying to get his emotions under control.

“Because I love you Harry Potter.” She replied. “All of the bond sisters love you, and I believe any one of us would gladly have you like this. I am just lucky you came to me first. Thank you for letting me be your first.”

“Can you be sure it’s not just my Magic tricking you into thinking you love me?” He asked. His voice was stronger though, Luna thought he already knew the answer, but gave it to him anyway.

“I don’t particularly think any of the four of us girls would care one way or the other. We consider ourselves lucky to have you, and you do realize that the magic works both ways? Whether you tell us or not, we all know you love us as well.”

Harry was momentarily stunned. He had been so busy fighting his magic that he forgot that the bond only formed if it went both ways. “I…I love you?” It was a question, but again Luna knew he had already figured out the answer.

“How do the birds and the bee’s talks always start Harry?” She asked him, putting off the answer to his question.

Harry thought back to the “talk” his Aunt had given him, surprised that this was the first time he had thought about her throughout the whole ordeal. Instead of relying on what his “family” had told him, he thought about all the stories he had read, and what he had heard from the others in the dormitory.

“When a man and a woman love each other...” He began.

“Exactly.” Luna said. She pointed to him, “Man,” she stated. Then she pointed to herself, “Woman.”

“But you’re not a woman you are too young.” He blurted out.

“Age doesn’t matter Harry you have to see that! It’s just a definition, a start to an awkward topic. A woman is not defined by age it is by her actions. All of those around you are women just look at them.”

She wondered how Gabrielle was managing without Harry, all she had read told her that the girl must be nearly out of her mind with desire yet she was still controlling it. So if nobody else was going to force Harry to see how silly he was being, to see Gabrielle and the rest of them she was going have to do something about it.

“Harry we all love you even your silliness over some things...” She stated matter of factly. “...and whether or not you can say the words I know you love us and there is absolutely nothing wrong.”

Harry was too busy thinking; his mind whirled with thoughts through the entire day, yet found it hard to pin anything down. He needed to calm his mind and his emotions down if he was going to make any sense of what Luan was saying. Closing his eyes he let his breathing slow and slipped into his magic. He breathed deep and for the first time all day he succeeded at calming himself. His magic flowed around him as if for the first time it was sensing what was around. Normally he would sense other people interacting with his magic, but this time it was like he was searching someone else out. Slowly as he let himself flow he felt a new source and new magic and with it brought a completely new perspective.

Luna could almost feel the thoughts going through Harry; she suspected that Harry had a lot more to think about then just what she had said. She gently rubbed her hand up and down his back as he continued to lie against her. Luna moaned as she felt the connection between them and their magic merge it was different to what Gabrielle had connected. She had been so gentle so caressing it was hard to tell what she was doing but this connection was rougher less refined. Yet she felt so incredibly good right now, that she wasn’t certain that she ever wanted to leave this place or state. Her magic flowed it touched it interacted with this new presence, she understood it was harry but not what it was doing but she didn’t care happiness was everything and she was happy. No one had ever held her afterwards, and no one had ever willing tried to connect with her on a level as deep as Harry was trying to do. She revelled in the feeling of his muscled chest, and his strong safe arms wrapping around her. Harry was still silent but she felt the need to say more she wanted to talk to him and so started, not loudly nor insistent she just spoke in quiet tones to the boy who had just become a man in her arms.

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