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If you think Harry Potter is mine, perhaps you should check with your psychiatrist about upping your dosage.



A/N Well, this chapter comes at you about 6 hours late and I’m no longer a chapter ahead as I was. I blame Luna Lovegood. Her innocently funny dialogue is not an easy thing for me to write. Consequently I had to toss out two large sections that I’d written and do them over. I hope I captured her essence (god, that sounds bad when associated with a smut fic) and I hope you’ll agree. Please feel free to review and tell me just how OOC she is.





The Unexpected Result Of. . .





. . .The Eccentricity of Ravenclaws





Harry’s first instinct was to be courteous and tell the girl in front of him that, though he didn’t know her name, he recognized her from earlier that morning. Admitting that he’d been in the Ravenclaw common room—never mind the circumstances—would be a mistake, however. He decided to try a more non-committal response.

“You’ve been looking for me?” he asked.

“Oh, yes,” she said. “My name is Luna Lovegood. Most people call me ‘Loony’ Lovegood behind my back though. They think I don’t notice, but I do.”

“That’s not very nice,” he said, not sure what else to say.

“No, it isn’t,” she said.

“Well, it’s very nice to meet you,” he said.

“It is?” she asked.

“Sure,” he said. “Isn’t it?”

“I think it’s nice to meet you, of course,” she said. “But I am a bit surprised that you feel the same about meeting me. Though perhaps I shouldn’t be.”

Harry wasn’t sure he could wrap his mind around her meaning so he decided to shift the direction of the conversation a bit.

“So,” he said, “why were you looking for me?”

She stared at him for what seemed to Harry to be ages without so much as blinking before she said, “I’ve wanted to meet you, of course.”

“Oh,” he said dumbly.

“And I’ve wanted to meet the others as well.”

Harry’s brow furrowed. “Others?” he asked.

“Oh, yes,” she said. “I know Ginny, of course; father and I live just over the hill from her family.”

Harry felt as though all the blood in his body rushed to his feet. He felt oddly cold and a bit lightheaded. She had gestured right to Ginny. This Luna girl had noticed Ginny even though Harry had had her unnoticeable since the previous night. Dumbledore hadn’t noticed her until Harry had mentioned her name, yet this strange blond girl seemed to have known exactly where Ginny was the entire time they’d been standing there. The surprises weren’t finished however, as Luna continued talking as though she hadn’t just set Harry’s world on it’s ear.

“I also know Hermione, or rather, I know of her. Most everyone here knows she’s one of your best friends. Or was. She isn’t now, though. She’s something else, isn’t she?”

Harry felt himself nodding.

“And of course I would recognize the Beauxbatons champion even without her clothes.” She turned and looked directly at Gabby. “You’re the only one I don’t know at all.” Gabby’s eyes went wide. “I remember seeing Harry bring you out of the lake, but I don’t know your name.”

“Gabby,” she responded numbly.

“Oh,” said Luna. “I have to say that I really enjoyed your show this morning, though I don’t think anyone else even noticed it.”

Gabby gulped. Harry thought he knew what was coming and suspected Gabby did as well.

“Show?” the young Veela asked.

“Yes,” said Luna. “When you masturbated in the common room.”

Harry didn’t think he’d ever seen anyone go so red so fast. Gabby nearly exploded in a full body blush and had to clearly restrain herself from covering her most private areas with her hands. He pulled her into his arms to comfort her.

“You saw her?” he asked of Luna.

“Of course,” she replied. “Why wouldn’t I?”

Harry’s mouth worked soundlessly as he formulated an answer to her apparently innocent question. “Well,” he said finally. “Most people don’t notice her.”

“That could be it, then,” said Luna matter of factly. “I tend to see a lot of things that other people don’t notice.”

Confused, Harry could only nod. Not knowing what else to do, Harry gestured down the hall towards the stairs to the fifth floor.

“We, er,” he fumbled, “we were headed down to the Great Hall for lunch. Would you like to walk with us?”

“I’d like that,” she said. “Though I was going to eat in the kitchens.”

“Oh?”

“Yes,” she responded. “I tend to eat there once a day so that I can have at least one good meal.”

“Why wouldn’t you get a good meal in the Great Hall?”

“Because my house mates tend to take the food off my plate or move the dishes away from me so that I can’t reach them.”

“That’s horrible,” Hermione said, apparently unable to contain herself. Harry agreed with her, though and nodded.

“Perhaps,” said Luna. “But it’s no worse that the treatment I’ve always gotten here.”

“What do you mean?” Harry asked.

She told them a sad story about how all of her belongings would disappear over the course of the year at Hogwarts and she would only recover them on the last day. To illustrate, she lifted her robes (the only robes she had left, she’d said) and showed them a pair of mismatched shoes and no socks.

Instead of the Great Hall, Harry found himself and his girls simply following Luna to the kitchens where they were waited on by several overeager house elves. As they began to eat, Harry steered the conversation back around to where it had started.

“You said upstairs that you’d been looking for me to meet me,” he said. She nodded. “Why is that?”

“Well,” said Luna, “I noticed a change come over you several days ago, right after the task in the lake. The next day, I saw Gabby following you around nearly everywhere.” Gabby blushed again. “I was even more interested when I was trying to eat lunch last Thursday and I saw her slip beneath the table. You were acting very strange.” Now Harry was blushing. “I could only assume that you were having sex right there in the middle of everyone.”

Luna calmly ate a bite of her roast beef sandwich as though she weren’t discussing a near stranger’s public acts of sex with that very stranger.

“Is that why you wanted to meet me?” he asked, almost afraid of the answer.

She nodded.

“I’ve been masturbate in private for a couple of years now,” she said unabashedly. “It’s difficult here at school, of course, as not many people like me and I have to be very careful when and where I do it.”

Harry found himself nodding again at the strangeness and frankness of the conversation.

“However, I have never been so aroused as I was that day,” said Luna. “If I thought I could have gotten away with it, I would have come over and joined you. It looked like fun.”

Had Harry been eating or drinking anything, he likely would have choked at the way she’d said it. It was so honest and direct, with none of the huskiness or desperation that he’d heard from other girls offering a sexual encounter. To be honest, Harry found it a little strange. But, then again, the girl herself did not exactly put forth an overwhelming sense of normalcy. It was such a different way to go about it, that Harry felt as though he needed confirmation.

“Are you saying you want to shag me?” he asked.

“I did at the time,” she said before taking another bite of her sandwich.

“But you don’t now?” he asked.

“Oh, of course I do,” she said. “I don’t think there’s a female in this castle that isn’t interested in bedding you at least once.” Harry found himself smiling wistfully at that thought. He was confused, however, about her answer.

“I’m afraid I’m lost,” he said.

“You’re in the kitchens at Hogwarts,” she said flatly. Then, without waiting for a reply from him, she continued. “When I saw Gabby on the couch in the common room this morning, I knew you were nearby. I couldn’t see you, however. Were you hunting Blue Footed Floopers?”

Harry blinked at the non sequitur and looked at Hermione.

“I have no idea, Master,” she said, shrugging.

“They’re a type of invisible bird that hops around on it’s left foot. They can sometimes be distracted by masturbation. I thought maybe you were hunting them to take a photo to prove that they exist. They’re very rare, you know.”

Harry wasn’t too sure that these Blue Footed. . . whatevers even existed and if they did, how could be possibly be trying to take a picture of one? He shook his head.

“Hmm,” said Luna. “I was sure that was what you were doing, since I couldn’t see you but could hear you. You see, anyone hunting the Blue Footed Flooper becomes invisible themselves. A lot of people who’ve gone missing just haven’t stopped looking for Floopers yet.” She took another bite of sandwich, so Harry did the same.

“Anyway, when I saw Gabby this morning, I knew that I had to find you.”

Finally feeling like he was on stable ground with the conversation, Harry responded.

“Why is that?” he asked.

“Because I wanted to join you,” she said.

“You mean have sex?” he said; it was more of a statement than a question.

“Well, yes, of course, that would be nice,” Luna said. “But that’s not exactly what I mean. I want to join you. Like Ginny did. And the other girls here.”

“You mean you want to be like one of them?” he asked. She nodded, smiling.

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” he said. He couldn’t help thinking about what Dumbledore would say. “I’m disappointed in you, Harry. As soon as you leave my office, you find another girl to bond with.” “Ginny and Hermione were, well, sort of accidents. And, well, it changes you. None of these girls are the same as they were before. I’m not sure that it’s something that anyone should go looking for.”

Luna nodded but didn’t look disappointed in his answer.

“Why do you want to do this anyway?” he asked, trying his best to sound simply curious and not judgemental.

“Because you need me,” she said cryptically. There was an undercurrent of emotion in her voice that he almost equated with desperation. Her expression, however, was just as just as neutral as it had been since they’d met. “And because I need you. And because I already belong to you.”

While Harry was trying to discern the meaning of her answer, she stood up, took the remains of her sandwich and headed for the door. Before she pushed it open, she turned to face him again.

“Thank you for sharing a lunch with me,” she said. “It was the best lunch I’ve had here.”

Then she was gone, leaving Harry feeling somewhat lost and confused.

“Did that make any sense at all?” he asked his girls.

“Luna’s always been a bit odd, Master,” Hermione offered. “I’ve met her studying in the library a few times and she says the strangest things. Her father owns a newspaper that prints wild stories about made-up creatures. She seems to believe they actually exist.”

“So she’s touched, you think?” Hermione just shrugged. “Gabby, what do you think?” he asked.

“I’m not sure, Master,” she said. “But she noticed all of us, and saw me this morning. Maybe she knows something we don’t. I agree that she’s odd, though.”

Harry nodded. The girl was odd to say the least. But Harry couldn’t shake the feeling that she’d left so that they wouldn’t see her crying.

After lunch, Harry had potions. Harry had been afraid that Snape would see Hermione and assign him a detention for cheating or something, but he paid no heed to the bushy-haired slave. Still, Harry was only too happy when the bell rang and class was dismissed. Harry had only lost Gryffindor 25 points during the entire lesson. He thought it might be a record low.

He encouraged them all to go on ahead without him as he had something to do. Hermione was going back to the library to finish her research and Gabby, Ginny and Bitch were going to meet him in the tower. Harry detoured back to the kitchens, however as he had remembered Hermione’s request. After being put in contact with the elves that were working on their rooms, he made his request. They were only too happy to comply and eagerly made the modifications he asked for. They politely informed him that their suite of rooms would be done on time, though, he never bothered to ask when “on time” would be.

He was distracted walking back to the tower, thinking about how much Hermione would like what he’d done for her. Though he had to admit, he’d done it just as much for himself. He couldn’t help the smile on his face.

“And just where do we think we’re going, Mr. Potter?” came an authoritative voice behind him. He turned, only to be confronted by the menacing dark brown eyes of Padma Patil.

“I was going back to my common room, Miss Patil,” he said, emphasising her name.

“Oh, I don’t think so,” she said.

“And why is that?” he asked, fighting a grin at whatever game she was playing.

She crooked her finger at him and he took a tentative step towards her.

“I’ve had a little chat with my sister,” she said seriously. Harry’s grin disappeared. “Ah, you know what I’m talking about.” Harry tried not to gulp. He wondered if Parvati had had a change of heart about what they’d done in Hagrid’s hut the previous morning. Had she decided that he’d taken advantage of her? Was he now going to face retribution from a very angry and smart sister?

“I think we need to have a talk Mr. Potter.” She opened a door and he reluctantly allowed her to usher him inside.

As the door closed behind him, he saw a desk in the centre of the room with an unnaturally high chair behind it. There were plaques and photos of people he didn’t recognize on the walls. There was a large shelf behind the desk with a huge number of books arranged on it. On one wall, there were four miniature hourglasses mirroring the larger ones in the Entrance Hall. He turned to see Padma locking the door behind them.

“Where are we?” he asked, fearing the answer.

“Professor Flitwick’s office,” she replied.

Harry nodded. It was where he’d thought they were.

“Why are we here?” he asked.

“What did you do to my sister?” she demanded, ignoring his own question.

“What?”

“You heard me,” she said. “What did you do to my sister?”

“What did she tell you?” he asked.

“Answer the question.”

Harry closed his eyes and took a steadying breath.

“I apologized to her,” he began, but he didn’t get the chance to finish.

“For what? Taking advantage of her?” Suddenly, Padma seemed so much more threatening than her twin.

“What? No!” he said, taking a step back. “I apologized to her for the way I’d treated her at the Yule Ball.”

“So you could get into her knickers?”

“No.”

“You told her she was beautiful?”

“Yes, I did.”

“So you could get into her knickers?”

“No!”

“So why did you say it?” she asked.

“Because it’s true.”

“Ha!” she said as though she thought his statement ludicrous. “Did you tell all your little Gryffindor buddies just how good she is?”

Harry had had enough. He pulled his wand and Padma, obviously thinking he was going to attack her, stepped back and fumbled for her own wand, but Harry pointed his at the door. With a flick, it was unlocked. He turned back to her.

“I have never bragged to anyone about anything like that,” he said coldly. “Though I notice she ran and blabbed all about how she shagged the Boy Who Lived.” The last was said with dripping disdain.

He threw open the door.

“Harry, wait,” she said, grabbing his arm before he could leave. “Please.”

“What do you want now? Going to accuse me of forcing her?”

“It’s not like that,” she said contritely. She was looking at the floor and speaking softly. Harry closed the door again, but kept his hand on the knob. “I’m sorry,” she went on. “It’s not what you think.”

Her tone told him that her entire attitude had changed so, for the moment, he was willing to hear her out. He was going to have to have words with Parvati, though.

“What is it?” he asked.

“I’m very protective of my sister, Harry,” she said. She took a deep breath and continued. “When she told me that you and she had. . .” She trailed off. Harry snorted.

“Yeah,” he said. “I swore to her I’d never tell anyone else about it, and she goes off—”

“No, Harry!” she said, desperate. “Parvati and I tell each other everything.” At his look, she clarified. “We’re close, she and I. When I say we tell each other everything, I really mean everything, no matter how embarrassing, because we trust each other. We know we’ll never tell each other’s secrets. I know I’m the only one she’s told, because, even with our trust in each other, she made me swear to secrecy before she would tell me. And I swear to you, Harry, I’ll never tell a soul.”

He felt a little better, but not much.

“So why the accusations if you trust your sister so much?” he asked.

“I trust her,” she said. “Not you. You were so mean to her at the Yule Ball without meaning to be. At least, I don’t think you meant it.” Harry shook his head. “Sure my date with Ron was a bust, but Parvati was with you. Boy Who Lived aside, there are very few girls in this castle who haven't dreamed about the perfect date with you. Parvati cried on my shoulder for an hour after that night. Once she got over her initial anger, all she had left was a crushed dream.”

Harry started to feel bad.

“She got over it, of course, but she was still not happy with you at all. So, when she came to me last night and told me what the two of you had done, I assumed, no matter how much she said otherwise that you’d done something to her. I love my sister more than anything. And as much as I hated having to comfort her after the Yule Ball, I couldn’t bear picking up the pieces if you’d taken advantage of her and taken her virginity.”

She walked over and looked him in the eyes.

“I’m glad you didn’t hurt her. You have no idea how happy she was when she told me.”

“Well, I’m glad she was happy,” he said.

“I’m really sorry I said those things, Harry,” she said.

“I understand,” he replied. “I have people I care about too and I don’t know what I’d do if someone hurt them. You must really love your sister.”

“I do,” she said. “Can you forgive me for accusing you?”

“Already done.”

She kissed him. It was soft and sensual and sweet. Less than a second into it, he couldn’t remember who had kissed whom. But suddenly it was broken. He opened his eyes to see hers were wide and staring at him in horror.

“Oh, God, Harry,” she said, “I shouldn’t have. . .” She bolted around him and grabbed for the door but he pulled her around by the arm and straight into another kiss. She tensed for a moment before melting into it. Her breath was sweet and her arms snaked around him. He ran his tongue along her lips and she opened her mouth, allowing him entrance. It alternated passionate and gentle and demanding and timid. When they broke apart again, her eyes were closed and she was breathing heavily.

Eventually, she opened her eyes and looked at him as though seeing him for the first time. She stared at him searchingly as though attempting to divine his thoughts and intentions.

Harry was looking at her with new eyes as well. Where her sister and been carefree and her attitude light, Padma seemed deep and passionate but demanding at the same time. Harry got the sense that sex, while not something that either sister would take lightly or accept from just anyone, was a deeper, more significant event for the Ravenclaw.

Whatever it was she was looking for, she seemed to have found as she said, “I was serious when I said that most of the girls here would like the perfect date with you. They also wouldn’t turn down a quick shag, as my sister so perfectly demonstrated.” She looked away as though embarrassed. “I’ll admit I’m no exception.” He place a finger under her chin and turned her head back to face him.

“You don’t have anything to worry about,” he said gently. “I’m not going to pressure you or judge you or do anything you don’t want. It’s just you and me and your Head of House’s office.” He smiled at her.

“I don’t know what I was thinking meeting you here,” she said, grudgingly. “It’s always been my fantasy to have sex in here.”

“Got a thing for dangerous places, have we?” he asked with a grin.

“Got a thing for authority,” she admitted.

His grin grew. “Is that so, Miss Patil?” he said in his best authoritative voice. She shivered and he flicked his wand twice to relock and silence the door.

“Take me, Harry,” she said. “Please?”

His lips found hers again and they moaned into each other’s mouths. Her hands began unfastening his robes and he caressed her arms as she did so. There was an anticipation to undressing her that seemed to fuel her ardour so he decided to let it build. Soon enough, his robes hit the floor and she ran her small hands over his trim back. He gently pushed her long black hair back over her shoulder and kissed around her lower neck and upper shoulder. She tossed her head back and groaned in pleasure. He used the opportunity to kiss around, under her chin to the other side of her neck. She gripped tighter, pulling his body close to hers.

He pulled he head away from her neck a bit. “Aren’t you worried about Flitwick coming in here?” he whispered.

She shook her head dreamily. “He has a class just now,” she said.

He returned to kissing her neck and she gasped. He ran his fingers lightly up her arms, pushing the sleeves of her robes up. She shivered and her skin erupted with goose flesh.

“Oh, gods, Harry,” she murmured in his ear.

He moved one hand to the top fastening of her robes and deftly popped it open. He pull the small flap of fabric out of the way and nibbled on the newly exposed flesh. Her hands skimmed down his back and slid under his shorts, gripping and kneading the cheeks of his arse.

Another fastening popped open and he trailed his tongue down as far as he could go before trailing it right back up to swirl lightly around the little hollow between her collarbones. She was panting.

Another fastening, and her hands gripped his bum even tighter as he deposited little kisses over every inch of uncovered skin, which now included the inner top portions of her breasts and her cleavage down past the bit of lacy fabric that held the cups of her bra together. As he reached that point with his lips, she pulled her hands out of his shorts and tangled her fingers in his hair, pressing his face into her chest.

“Oh, gods, Harry,” she cried. “Yes! Yes!”

While he was there, he popped two more fastenings. Now her robes were open down to her navel. He slipped both hands inside, sliding them around to her back. This had he effect of pushing the two halves of her robes apart and placing her bra-covered breasts on display. His eyebrows shot up when he realized that her very lacy bra only had half-cups, essentially leaving the entire top half of her breasts, including her delightfully chocolate coloured areolae—from just above the nipple, up—uncovered. He took the opportunity to lick around the top of first one breast, then the other, drawing squeals of delight from the sexy young Ravenclaw.

He ran his hands up and down along her smooth, velvety back, sending shivers of pleasure through her body. Her hands, no longer pulling his face into her breasts, had moved to his shoulders and were gripping them as though afraid he might disappear if she gave him the slightest chance.

“Oh, Padma,” he said with a moan. “You’re so beautiful. Your skin is so soft and smooth, I could spend all day just running my hands over it.”

“Mmm, promises, promises, Harry,” she purred.

His hands hitting her bra strap for the fourth time prompted him to unclasp it. To his surprise, it wasn’t held up by shoulder straps and so, promptly dropped down along her stomach until it caught in her still partially fastened robes. Her breasts now free, he immediately latched onto her left nipple and began kissing and sucking and licking, trying to send as much pleasure through it into the young witch as possible. After a few, rather long, seconds, he shifted his attentions to it’s opposite.

“Oh, what I wouldn’t give for two mouths,” he said sadly.

“You and me both,” she replied.

“I could probably get another if you’d like. . .” he said cheekily. He briefly wondered if thinking hard enough could call Gabby or Ginny to him. He doubted it.

“Shut up and don’t stop!” she cried. Who was he to ignore such a desperate request?

As he returned to his oral teasing of her gorgeous breasts, his hands busied themselves finishing the job of unfastening her robes. He still had two to go when she shrugged her shoulders and her robes simply slipped down to pool at her feet. He pulled back for a moment to look at her beauty. What he saw shocked and aroused him even more than he already was.

She was wearing a white lace garter belt with short elastic bands that clipped on to her lace-topped thigh-high white stockings. On her feet were a pair of dainty white high-heeled shoes. What had shocked him most, though was the fact that she wore no knickers. The beautiful, plump mound of her sex was completely naked save a small, perfectly trimmed triangle of shiny, curly, black hair. He had to stand back to admire the way the interestingly sexy, white garments contrasted with the light brown of her silky smooth, flawless skin.

Harry cocked an eyebrow at her undergarments (or lack thereof), clearly both surprised and pleased. For a long moment, she stood there next to her head‑of‑house’s desk, exposed to his hungry young eyes.

“I found them in a muggle catalogue,” she explained, obviously on the verge of self-consciousness. “They looked so sexy, I had to get them.”

Their eyes met and she froze. He knew it was because of the lust in his eyes. She seemed to melt with the knowledge that he found her beautiful beyond words at that moment.

“I’m glad you did, because they are,” he said. “And so is the witch wearing them.”

He took a step and he was suddenly standing between her legs with an arm around her waist, pulling her nearly nude body into his—his cloth covered arousal pressing between her smooth, toned thighs. Their lips were quickly pressed together with a passion that hadn’t been there before. Now he realized just how sexy he found her and so did she. He ran his other hand down along her side—revelling in the novelty of the garter belt resting above her hip—until he reached the top of her stocking, where he traced a finger around, randomly moving from lace to bare skin.

Her kiss was demanding and conveyed to him the lust and passion she felt for him at that moment as her hands slipped themselves back into his shorts, only this time, working to slide the offending garment off. She was stymied by the erection between her thighs, however, and could only get them down over his bum. Realizing her difficulties, he pulled his hips back a bit and popped the waistband over his cock—the shorts sliding their way down to rest round his ankles—before he slid his raging erection back between her thighs, his eyes rolling back in his head at the feeling of her impossibly smooth skin caressing his manhood.

“Oh, fuck me, Harry,” she said. “I can’t wait any more. I need you inside me.”

He kissed her lower lip and then her chin and then on down her neck and used the distraction to fist his arousal a time or two before finding the opening of her cunt with it. He bit her lip lightly and she gasped as he pushed past her entrance, her breath tickling his nose. Her wide eyes displayed her lust and arousal just as much as her sex which he found to be quite wet and ready. He pushed a bit more and slid deeper inside her. Her reactions to his invasion of her sex and the tightness of her lead Harry to assume that she was a virgin like her sister had been. She had no maidenhead, though that didn’t really mean anything. She mewled and whimpered with every centimetre that slipped into her, finally bending down and biting Harry’s shoulder when it became too intense for her.

Once he was fully inside her, he paused to kiss and lick various points on her neck and face, running his tongue along the rim of her ears brought an exceptionally strong reaction from her. Slowly he withdrew before sliding back in. He started slow but increased in pace quite quickly. Soon, they were having trouble staying mated as his thrusting became more insistent, so he manoeuvred her over so that she was sitting on the edge of the desk. He lifted first one leg, and then the other, letting her wrap them around him as she leaned back on her hands. Now that she was used to his presence inside her, he thrust vigorously as he ran his hands up and down her smooth skin eliciting whimpers and moans of delight.

She tossed her head back, unaware of her long, black hair flowing over the diminutive Charms professor’s books and parchment. He leaned forward and latched onto her throat, licking along her carotid artery. She groaned and bit her lip in response. He reached down and ran his thumb over her distended clit. The reaction was immediate. She cried out and fell back onto those books and pieces of parchment as she clutched her breasts, pinching and rolling the rock hard nipples between her fingers.

He kept thrusting into her as he manipulated her clit, bringing her to a short but unexpected climax which caused her back to arch more that Harry would have though possible. The movement shifted some of the items on Flitwick’s desk so Harry thought it would be a good idea to find another location.

He grabbed her back, slid her forward so that her arse was off the desk and managed to lift her up without slipping out of her. He carried her over to the door and pressed her up against it. Using the friction of her back on the flat wooden surface to help hold her up, he began driving into her with determination. She had wrapped her arms around him when he’d moved her over and that’s where she left them, grasping at his back almost as though she were attempting to flay him with her bare hands.

His hips pounded into hers, slamming her lower half against the door as her legs clenched with each inward thrust, pulling him deeper into her centre. His pubic bone rhythmically smashing into her clit was keeping her vibrating at somewhere just shy of orgasm. She would moan and groan and whimper and scream and cry out with what was, for Harry, unbelievable frequency. Somehow, she seemed to be enjoying their coupling more than any other girl he’d yet fucked. He vowed to himself to see if he could repeat this with other girls. Perhaps it was some new Veela power that was developing. Or perhaps, it was just Padma.

Whatever it was, it made him feel like a god—a sex god, with the power to bring untold pleasure to any girl finding her cunt wrapped around his prick. It also felt great on his cock as the walls of her vagina seemed intent on bringing him untold pleasure. His rigid shaft drove in and out of her quivering, arousal slicked pussy as her moans and cries crescendoed towards a new climax.

“Oh, shit, Harry,” she nearly screamed. “Oh, gods! Oh, shit!” Her grasping hands became even more desperate as they danced over his back and arse cheeks. She brought her head forward and tried to nuzzle his neck but her body was nearly convulsing with eminent orgasm.

“Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck,” she chanted in his ear and he delighted in her pleasure even as his own built.

“Come for me, baby,” he said as he pounded her right to the edge. This was going to be huge, he was fairly sure. “Come for me, Padma. Come on my cock.”

“Oh, fuck! Oh, yes! Oh, fuck!” she cried. “Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck-fuck-fuck! Oh gods! Oh— Huuuuggnhh!” The sound was primal and involuntary as she found her release. Far from wanting him to slow down or pause, however, she seemed to want him to speed up during her orgasm. Her hands pulled and her legs gripped in an effort to drive him into her faster and harder than before.

Harry didn’t even think her climax had ended before she gave him a shove, forcing him backward. With the unexpected movement, he lost his balance and fell, landing on his arse. He slipped out of her when he did so and she growled like an animal and pounced on him, shoving his cock back inside her and beginning to bounce up and down on him as fast as she could make her body move.

Her cunt was still twitching inside in the after effects of her orgasm and he felt his own release approaching.

“Oh, God, Padma!” he said. “You’re insatiable!” He wanted to lift his hips to meet her downward thrusts but with the force she was using and the speed she was moving, he was afraid of hurting her. All fear left him though with her next command.

“Ugnh! Faster! Harder!” she panted between thrusts. “Fuck me!”

He grabbed her hips and began meeting her every stroke.

From nowhere, the thought that she would be really feeling this tomorrow flitted across his brain and he nearly laughed. It threw him off enough to break his rhythm. She growled at him again.

“Faster!” she commanded.

Fine, he thought, she wants faster?

He took a firm hold of her hips and rolled to the side. He ended up on his knees with her waist lifted into the air. With this position, all he had to move was his hips. Less momentum equalled faster thrusting. He began pounding into her as quickly and forcefully as he could. She tossed her head back and revelled in it. Harry amused himself with watching the mesmerizing way her tits bounced back and forth, counterpointing his thrusts into her slippery channel. He could feel a pressure building in his bollocks. It wouldn’t be long now.

“That what you want?” he managed to ask. He kept having to inch his knees forward as the strength of his pounding was forcing her backwards little by little.

She looked at him with glazed, lust-filled eyes and barely nodded. He manoeuvred one of his hands over so that he could stroke her clit with the pad of his thumb. The pressure in his bollocks was more than he’d ever felt; his impending orgasm was going to be huge, he could tell.

“Come for me, baby,” he said, repeating her earlier urging. “Come for me, Padma. Let me see you come one more time. He slipped his thumb over the rock-hard clit so close to his pounding shaft and her cunt spasmed.

She was close.

So was he.

“Gods, Harry,” she said. “Fuck! I’m going to come again!”

“I’m right there with you,” he said.

“Oh, gods, Harry,” she begged. “Come on me. Come all over me.”

His cock twitched and throbbed as she said it. He suddenly understood the pressure in his balls. She wanted him to come on her—to come all over her—and whatever magic had granted him these new abilities and allowed him to instinctively please his partners was going to grant her wish.

“You want me to come on you?” he asked. He was tiring a bit, but still managed to keep the horrendously fast pace going. “You want me to come all over you?”

“Gods, Harry, yes!” she half moaned, half squeaked. “Cover me. Cover me in your come!”

Her cunt spasmed again as she started coming again and that was enough to drive him over as well. He pulled out of her and let her hips drop to the ground. She immediately had her hand at her sex, rubbing vigorously as her orgasm raced through her body. Harry grabbed his cock and began fisting it, pumping absolutely ridiculous amounts of come onto the climaxing girl. The first few jets landed on her stomach and lower chest. The next few covered her gorgeous breasts with their chocolate nipples. Even more splattered her face and drenched her hair. As his orgasm subsided and his seed came out with less force, more of it hit her breasts and stomach. The last few squirts coated her pubic hair, hand and pussy.

She began rubbing her other hand through his spunk, swirling little pools and huge globs of it all over her beautiful, smooth skin. Harry thought she looked both ridiculous and sexy, somehow at the same time. She licked her lips, coaxing a bit of his come into her mouth. She tasted it for a moment before swallowing it.

“That was incredible, Harry,” she said, finally catching her breath. “And your come tastes so good. I thought it would be kind of nasty.” She brought her fingers to her mouth and licked the come off them. “I can’t believe you came so much. This was always my fantasy but I didn’t think it was actually possible.”

“Not to sound like I’m bragging or anything,” said Harry. “But I’m sort of unique.”

“Oh?” she asked. He had aroused the Ravenclaw in the come drenched girl.

“Let’s just say that I’ve discovered a kind of magic that most men will never have the pleasure of knowing.”

“Well,” she said as she licked more come off her fingers, “I can’t say I wouldn’t appreciate it if you’d share a bit of that pleasure with me once in a while, Harry.”

“I think that would be my pleasure, Padma,” he replied. “You, er, need any help cleaning up?”

“No,” she said. “If you could just hand me my wand?” He did so. “Seems a shame to waste it,” she said sadly. But with a shrug, she flicked her wand and was suddenly clean again.

“There’s plenty more where that came from,” he said cheekily.

“Promises, promises,” she said again.

They dressed again (Harry was amused that Padma already seemed sore from the ferocity of their encounter; she’d done it to herself, after all) and, after straightening the desk up a bit, unlocked and unsilenced the door before leaving.

After several hallways and more than half a dozen passages, they were in a deserted section of corridor when Padma turned to him.

“Didn’t get enough, Harry?” she asked with a smirk on her lips.

“Huh?” Harry said dumbly.

“Isn’t Gryffindor tower in the other direction?”

Harry stopped. She was right. Why was he following her?

“Er, yeah,” he said. “Don’t know what I was thinking.”

He turned around and headed for the fat lady’s portrait.

He couldn’t stop thinking about why he’d been going the wrong way, however. To make matters worse, twice more he realized that, in his musings, he had made a wrong turning and was headed towards the west side of the castle. By the time he’d picked up his girls from the common room, however, he’d put it in the back of his mind.

“Who was she?” Gabby asked as they walked down towards the Great Hall and dinner. “Did you have fun?”

“Padma Patil,” he whispered to her. “And what do you think?”

She smirked at him.

Down at dinner, once they were all seated and Hermione had loaded his plate with food, Harry looked up and, two tables away, saw Luna. She was trying to eat, but had only managed to procure a single piece of bread for herself. She seemed content, though, with what she had. Harry fought down the urge to rush over to her defence. What her classmates had done was so subtle, it was possible even they weren’t consciously aware that they were doing it. He couldn’t see how they’d be unaware, but he saw no overt attempts to keep Luna from the food on the table. It was almost as if they’d convinced themselves that Luna was a non-entity.

Hermione nudged him gently.

“You should eat, Master,” she said.

Gabby followed his gaze, or rather where his gaze had been as he’d started guiltily and stabbed a piece of broccoli with his fork even before Hermione had finished speaking.

“Master has other things on his mind, it seems,” Gabby said knowingly. Hermione followed Gabby’s look and spotted the blond girl.

“Do you like her, Master?” she asked.

“I don’t know her,” he said honestly.

“Are you attracted to her?” she pressed.

Harry opened his mouth but couldn’t seem to say anything.

“I think it goes beyond attraction now,” said Gabby.

“What do you mean?” Harry asked.

“I mean I think she was right,” she said. “You need each other.”

“But Dumbledore,” he said. “I promised him that I wouldn’t go looking. . .”

“You’re not looking, Master,” said Hermione.

“She found you, Master,” interjected Ginny.

“And you never promised not to form more Desmi,” offered Gabby.

They ate in silence for a while, Harry lost in thought. What was it about Luna Lovegood? Were they right in that he and Luna needed each other? Did that mean that somehow she had initiated a Desmi? Was that even possible? And if that’s what it was why couldn’t he feel that overwhelming need to fuck like he had with Gabby and Bitch? He just felt drawn to her. And he couldn’t explain why. Not even to himself.

“I was looking for her earlier,” he said.

Gabby’s eyebrows shot up and Hermione, Ginny and even Bitch looked at him with varying amounts of surprise.

“What? When?” Gabby asked.

“Just before I got to the common room this afternoon,” he said. “After Padma. I didn’t even realize what I was doing.” He sat his fork down and glanced over at the girl in question. “Padma thought I was following her. I half thought I was, too.” He looked down at his plate. He realized that he still hadn’t eaten anything; the bite of broccoli still speared on his fork. “I think I was looking for Luna.”

The mood of the girls was suddenly serious, all traces of their earlier smiles were gone.

“Are you going to bond with her?” Gabby asked. There was an eagerness in the question and Harry saw a hint of expectation in her eyes. He saw the same look in Ginny’s and a keen interest in Bitch’s.

He could not, however, answer her question.

Back in the common room after dinner, Harry tried to throw himself into his homework but he couldn’t seem to make himself concentrate. A small voice in the back of his head kept screaming at him to go to Ravenclaw tower and ask to speak to Luna. Another part of him kept shouting that voice down. He debated on going to bed early but couldn’t even seem to make that decision.

He looked up at the clock and was startled to see that it was after eleven and that the common room was empty. He looked down at his homework and was disgusted to see that he had only four and a half lines of a foot and a half assignment completed; he may as well have not done anything. Ginny and Bitch had gone up to bed at some point and Gabby was dozing comfortably next to him. Hermione seemed the only one awake and, sensing his needs, began packing his things away for him. He smiled at her and thanked her. He turned to pick Gabby up to take her to bed but Hermione stopped him.

“I’ll take her up, Master,” she said.

For a moment, Harry thought about telling her that it was all right, that he would take her up, but then he just nodded. He turned and headed for the stairs. His feet however, wouldn’t cooperate and he found himself pushing open the Fat Lady’s portrait.

There stood Luna.

“Luna!” he said in a hushed voice. “What are you doing here?”

“That should be obvious,” she said. He climbed out of the portrait hole and let it close. “I came to be with you, of course.”

“How long have you been standing here?” he asked. He felt bad that he hadn’t known that she was there.

“Not long,” she said. “So, have you made a decision?”

He was taken aback by the question. Had he? He didn’t know this girl. But did it matter? Was it even his decision to make?

He peered into the girls eyes and, for several long moments, neither spoke. There was pain in her eyes, a sense of loneliness—of helplessness. But there was hope there as well. An eagerness and anticipation. A sense of playfulness and a strange kind of innocence.

He suddenly realized that they had somehow moved very close. He could feel her breath tickling his chin as she looked at him. He could smell a sort of sweet smell, almost like berries and honey. He wondered if it was her shampoo. In his minds eye, he was burying his face in her locks and running his fingers through her golden strands and combing her wet hair as she sat naked between his thighs after a shower and delighting in the feel of her tresses laying across his chest as she curled up against him.

He could no longer deny himself. He could no longer deny her.

He leaned forward and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him back. He found his own arms reciprocating the gesture, his hands draped in sheets of her hair. There were no tongues involved and their mouths stayed closed, but there was still something about that kiss that said more than either of them were capable of expressing verbally. When it finally broke, she leaned back and asked innocently, “Does that mean ‘yes’?” He smiled and nodded.

“Where would you like?” he asked.

“I know the perfect place,” she said mischievously.

Harry turned and whispered the password to the Fat Lady. When the portrait opened he stuck his head inside and found Hermione sitting patiently on the couch near his neatly packed school bag.

“Hermione,” he said, “I need my cloak.”

“I thought you might, Master,” she said, smiling and indicating a spot on the floor right in front of him. He looked down and found his invisibility cloak folded neatly, lying on the floor.

He thanked her, picked it up, closed the portrait and draped the cloak over himself and Luna. He slipped an arm around the strange—and strangely beguiling—girl.

“Lead on,” he said. She giggled and slipped her arm around him.

When they arrived at their destination and Luna had shared her idea with him, he stood stunned and incredulous.

“You want to have sex in Dumbledore’s chair,” he said disbelievingly. “In the middle of the Great Hall?”

“Not in the middle,” she said calmly. “Where it is is fine.”

He allowed her to lead him over to the chair in question where she began to slowly and shyly unfasten his robes. Despite the bizarreness of the situation, he found himself a bit aroused by the idea. Still, he had to ask.

“Is there some reason that you want to have sex in the headmaster’s chair in the middle of the night?”

“Because,” she said, sounding as if she thought it were the most obvious thing in the world, “it would hardly be appropriate to do so during the day. He might wish to sit in it.”

He froze for a moment as his brain processed what she’d said and she continued the process of opening his robes. His thought processes kicked back in about the time she’d unhooked the last fastening. He grabbed her arms and pulled her to him in a kiss. She returned it with equal heat. This kiss was more insistent and passionate. This kiss spoke of desire—of lust and need. When it was over, he found both of them robeless—barely having been aware of his hands having busied themselves stripping the girl.

He took a moment to admire her. She was cute, with pale, smooth skin, breasts that looked as though they would fit Harry’s hands perfectly and gently flaring hips that announced that, while perhaps not yet a woman, she was clearly no longer a child. As he was looking her over, she was doing the same to him, running her eyes up and down his body, scrutinizing him in a way that he hadn’t seen anyone else do before. It made him feel a bit self-conscious until the corners of her mouth tugged themselves up into an appreciative smile.

She took a step forward and his arms snaked around her as though they were meant to be there. She was an interesting combination of soft and tough, delicate and strong. There was a vulnerability in her eyes that called out to him to protect her and keep her safe. He would have been content to do nothing more than hold her forever, shielding her from the pain and injustice of the world.

“I. . .” she began, but stopped. She took a deep breath and started again. “I can trust you, right?”

He held her gaze and nodded solemnly. As he watched, fat tears welled up in her eyes and spilled down her cheeks. He pulled her to him and held her as she cried, releasing all the heartache and sadness and anguish that she’d been holding in for who knew how long. He imagined that he could feel it leaving her body and flowing into the ether, leaving her free and clear and truly content for the first time that she could likely remember.

After some time had passed with him simply holding her—providing strength and comfort—she looked up in his arms and he knew it was time. He unclasped her bra and she shrugged out of it. Then he hooked his thumbs in her knickers, drawing them slowly down her legs, admiring her lovely pussy with its accompanying patch of dirty-blond hair decorating the top. Whilst he was down there, he plucked his wand from his discarded robes and flicked it at all the doors, casting silencing charms—locking charms wouldn’t keep out any professors and would only serve to announce the fact that they were there should any try the doors. Once he stood back up, she returned the favour, slipping his shorts down to his ankles where he stepped out of them, leaving her clad in only her mismatched shoes.

She stopped to admire his hardening cock as though it were the most beautiful thing in the world to her. Gingerly, she reached out and traced a finger along it’s length, following veins and ridges and giggling when it jumped as she looped around the head.

“I think someone’s ready to play,” she said innocently, staring up at him with her big blue eyes.

“I think you’re right,” he replied.

“Someday, I’m going to bring you to climax in my mouth,” she said. “But not tonight. Now, I want you to make me a woman, Harry. I want you to make me your woman.”

Somewhere in the back of his brain, there was the tiniest voice telling him that Dumbledore would not approve of his having sex with Luna like this. He certainly would not approve if he formed a Desmi with her. And he absolutely would not approve of him doing so in his own chair in the Great Hall. That voice was the lone voice of dissent in what may as well have been a crowd of millions urging him on.

He took her hand and walked her over to the throne-like chair that belonged to the headmaster, sitting down and pulling her into his lap. They sat like that, kissing and nuzzling and fondling each other for a while, with his hardness extending up between her thighs, pressing against her dampening sex. Then she began moving. She lifted herself up on her knees, allowing him to slide ever so excruciatingly along her moist cleft before lowering herself back down. He was reminded forcefully of Gabby’s seduction of him that first night they were together. Countless more times Luna lifted herself up and lowered herself back down oh, so slowly—maddeningly slow. Each time she did, she managed to drag the tips of her rock hard nipples up and down along his chest. He spent the time running his fingertips up and down and around, tracing little swirling patterns along her flushed skin, causing her to bite her lip and shudder in pleasure.

Finally, she could apparently take no more teasing, so she raised herself up just a bit farther. His cock slipped, seemingly of it’s own accord, to her entrance. Slowly and carefully, she lowered herself down, millimetre by intense millimetre—his hands on her hips to help stabilize her—as his fully erect, throbbing cock slipped into her.

Farther and farther she dropped, slowly encasing his cock in tight, slick, velvety flesh. When she hit bottom, she stopped and just clung to him.

“Are you all right?” he asked with some concern. She was incredibly tight and he was worried that she might be in some pain. She nodded against his chest and mumbled something that he didn’t hear.

He asked her to repeat it and she said, “Just need a minute. To adjust.”

“Take all the time you need.” He slipped his hand under her hair and gently tucked it back over her shoulder, admiring the way it shone in the moonlight streaming from the enchanted ceiling. He couldn’t believe how beautiful she looked in the dim lighting of the Great Hall—her eyes reflecting the countless stars in the night sky.

After a few short moments, she started moving, lifting herself up a bit and dropping back down and then repeating the action. Slowly her movements increased in both speed and distance until she was bouncing the full length of his cock. He held her hips, then moved a hand to her arse, then allowed one to venture to a breast, which, as he and estimated earlier, seemed perfectly sized for his hands. Her hands remained on his shoulders for the most part, occasionally running along his upper arms before returning to their job of stabilizing her motions.

“Oh, God, Luna,” said Harry. “This is unbelievable.”

“As good as the others, Harry?” she panted.

“Better than most,” he replied. “If not all.”

“Are you just saying that?” she asked.

“I’m not. Honestly,” he said. And it was true. Perhaps there was something about her pussy that stimulated his cock in a different way or perhaps it was the moment they’d shared when she’d cried or something about being drawn to her as he had been.

He’d always thought that Gabby was perfect—the way she felt on his cock, the way she seemed to know just what he needed. She was his sex toy after all. Her purpose was to excite and stimulate him. Luna was different but somehow equally perfect. He didn’t understand how it was possible, but he didn’t know any other way to explain it to himself.

The feel of her tight channel, slipping and sliding over his shaft, massaging and caressing it, was pure bliss for Harry. His cock throbbed and her cunt twitched and their bodies moved together as though choreographed. Her hair danced around her shoulders and played over her breasts and back as she fucked herself on him. Just when he was feeling close to his release, however, she stopped her thrusting and ground herself down on him. Their lips found each other and a passionate kiss ensued, tongues dancing, lips teasing, breath swirling. As though she knew that his need to come had passed, she broke the kiss and began moving once more.

It was less than two minutes later that she tossed her head back and screamed his name as she came for the first time with him. He reached down and found her clit, rubbing and stroking it to lengthen her orgasm. For what seemed a very long time to Harry, Luna jerked and writhed and spasmed in climax, still doing her best to pump up and down on his cock, until finally, she just couldn’t seem to take it any more and stopped, shoving his teasing fingers away for good measure.

She lay against his chest, panting and gasping, the occasional twitch coursing though her body. His cock was begging for more stimulation but for the moment, Luna needed to recover.

“I’ve never come that hard,” she said. “Though it’s not often that I get some private time to do anything.”

He contented himself with placing little kisses on her shoulders and neck and in her hair. Almost before he knew it, she was moving again—thrusting up and down, bouncing in his lap. He was closer this time, but then again, so was she. It would be a question of who would get there first.

He moved his hands to her gorgeous tits and kneaded the pliant flesh. She moaned and whimpered at his touch. She slowed her thrusting enough to bend down and seek out his mouth with hers. She pulled his head up into a steamy, passion-filled kiss even as she rode his cock. He squelching, wet, slapping sounds of their connected sexes filled the Hall and echoed off the stone walls as she broke the kiss and returned to her previous speed.

His hands slid down her body, along the sides of her abdomen, over her hips and caressed her bouncing thighs before making the return journey. She was moaning nearly constantly, occasionally calling out his name and the pressure and slipperiness on his cock was eliciting a similar reaction from him. He leaned forward and managed to capture one of her breasts with his mouth, doing his best to tongue and kiss the sensitive nipple before offering the same treatment to it’s twin.

Without warning, her moans became squeals and her cunt began clasping and grasping at his cock with an all new ferocity. Finally, she cried out and came again, and again, Harry stroked and teased her clit to keep her release going as long as she could stand it.

Once she had come down and started to move again, it was clear that she had decided that it was Harry’s turn. She concentrated more on stimulating him, running her hands over sensitive areas of his body, working her cunt muscles in a way that he was surprised she even knew, kissing him and licking and nibbling spots that he’d never found sexy before. All of it served to drive him to the brink of orgasm—a place where she seemed instinctively to know how to hold him indefinitely.

She would carefully speed up and slow down her bouncing and sometimes just stop and grind when he was too close.

Finally, she didn’t pull back and, with a grunt, he came, spilling himself inside her as she slowly and expertly raised and lowered herself on him, drawing out his climax, just as he had hers. He felt as though he’d come for hours by the time he was done—his cock nearly sore from the effort of expelling his fluids into her welcoming cunt.

As he expected, a soft golden glow started at the spot where they were joined and flowed over them before fading to nothingness.

They each caught their breath and then met each other’s eyes.

Luna leaned in and kissed him. It was gentle and sweet and caring, yet still managed to be the kiss of two people who had been intimate and would be again.

When the kiss was over, she pulled him into a hug and said, “That was perfect. Thank you, Harry.”





Yay, unlucky 13 is up and running. (Maybe that was my problem)



Only 3 chapters left to go! There’s actually light at the end of the tunnel (and it isn’t just a construction crew making the tunnel longer!). Since I’m no longer a chapter ahead of my postings I’m abandoning the whole Wednesday and Saturday at midnight posting schedule and am going back to posting as I complete them (so you may actually get them earlier). I make no promises however because I just started rehearsals for a new play (called “Who Dunnit?”) and I have the lead which is a very very large part. I may hurry up and finish the last three chapters over the next week and then concentrate on memorizing a ridiculous number of lines. We’ll see.



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