Chapter 1 - Merry Christmas

"It's good to be back," Harry exclaimed to the group sitting around the Burrow's only decent table. He paused, and then stood up awkwardly and raised his glass. "Here's to friendship, and um, sticking together."

The group raised their glasses. "Cheers!"

"Always the word wonder," Ginny muttered to her brother.

"Do you ever shut up?" He whispered back, exasperated. "Let him have his fun. Hermione, pass the salt?"

The brunette raised an eyebrow at the idiot addressing her. "I do apologise, Ronald, but there seems to be a word missing from your request." She then grinned. "I guess it is Christmas. Here, pass it to him, Luna?"

"I've been told," she advised as she reached over with the salt shaker, "that eating large amouts of salt will prevent Wrackspurts from nesting in your brain. Though, it's hard to tell if it's worked or not. They're invisible, you know."

Fred and George exchanged looks. "Not again!" They exclaimed in unison.

"Who invited Looney anyway?" Fred asked his twin.

"I think Ron's girlfriend brought her along. I bet he's jealous!" His twin suggested.

"Poor widdle Wonnikins." The pair of them chortled heartily.

Just then,Molly Weasley came out of the kitchen carrying a huge pudding on a tray. The hubbub ceased completely. Even Ron stopped stuffing his face for a moment to look at this miracle of creation. She set it in the middle of the table. "Tell me when you've all finished with the turkey and I'll cut it for you."

Ron chewed as quickly as he could.. "I'm finisssd!" He cried, spraying the table with crumbs. He swallowed hurriedly. "Can I have some pudding?"

Hermione scolded him. "This isn't a race, Ron. You don't have to finish first."

"Not to worry, not to worry. I see you've all finished." Mrs Weasley grinned at everyone. "Where's the knife? Ah, here we are."

The guests held their breaths as the knife cut through the raisin-dotted cake. Suddenly, tiny fireworks burst from the crack in the pudding, exploding above the table. With each slice, more dazzling colours sprung forth, forming patterns and shapes. At last, the fireworks subsided and everyone dug into the masterpiece.

"Luna," Hermione called from her bedroom. "Can you give me a hand here?."

There was the sound of footsteps hurrying up the stairs, stopping and starting, slowly and fast.

"What took you so long?" Hermione asked.

"I'm terribly sorry," Luna responded in a dreamy voice. "I get distracted very easily. There are so many things to see, if you open your eyes."

The smarty pants tone disappeared from the brunette's voice and she smiled. "Well come on then, hurry up and help me out. I can't reach."

The blonde hurried to her aid and began undoing the zipper on her dress, exposing her pale back and shoulders. Beautifully creamy, having never seen the sun, and Luna couldn't restrain herself from running a finger down Hermione's spine, realizing, as she did so that there was no bra strap.

The elder of the two shivered. "What are you doing?"

In reply, the younger girl reached up and slipped the shoulder staps of the dress off, causing the it to slither to the floor, revealing Hermione's perfect bosoms hanging free. She was expecting it, and yet, was still amazed at how perfect they were.

Luna shivered. She sensed that this could go very well, or terribly wrong. But she couldn't pass up an opportunity like this. She daintily traced around the nipples with a finger, already hard from the cold night.

Hermione sighed. She loved these nights. And the added thrill of doing it so near to her friends, so easily discovered, but with Luna? She moaned quietly as Luna's careful hands worked their magic.

The blonde, observed that her efforts were not unwanted, bent over and took one of the nipples in her mouth, swirling her tongue lightly over the sensitive area.

The elder of the pair let herself relax. Words and sounds flowed freely from her mouth. "Oohh, Luna! Unghh. So good."

She raised a hand and ran her fingers through the beautiful golden hair in front of her, and then reached down and raised Luna's chin up to face her. Hermione's lips pressed against those of the blonde, interlocking. Her tongue brushed Luna's and she felt the younger girl moan against her mouth.

"This is hardly fair," she pointed out. Luna looked at her in puzzlement. "I mean, look at this!" She gestured to the girl's clothes. "They gotta come off." She was beginning to slur from the butterbeer she had had at dinner.

Frantically, she tore at Luna's blouse, succeeding in removing it, along with two of the buttons. And the skirt had a zip at the side. She felt for it and her hands met Luna's, already undoing. The skirt joined the clothes on the floor.

"I need you," Hermione panted. She paused for the briefest of seconds to brush her fingers over the already herd nipples, visible through the thin fabric of Luna's pale pink cotton bra, before roughly undoing the clap and throwing it to the floor.

Luna couldn't stand it any longer. She pushed Hermione backwards onto the bed and climbed up, straddling her. She kissed the panting lips of the girl before her and then backed off the bed, kneeling on the floor in front of her.

The blonde, usually dreamy and distant, ripped the plain white panties from Hermione's body and threw them on the floor. She licked her lips and then lowered her head to Hermione's exposed pussy, her tongue delving in to all the folds, tasting the musk of her friend's excitement, her hot breath on Hermione's clitoris, teasing older girl struggled to keep her hips still. She was close. "Luu-naa! Oh, please!"

Luna stopped and removed her own panties, fingering herself hard and fast to bring herself close. It didn't take long as she was already really wet and aroused. She mounted Hermione and ground their mounds together, hot flesh against hot flesh. And then, with one last hard push against each other, they came together, crying each other's name.

"Oh Luna!"

"Her-mi-o-nee! Ooooh!"

The pair lay together, panting. "We absolutely have got to do this again!" panted the brunette.

"It is rather nice," agreed the blonde.

Together, wrapped in each others' arms, they drifted into a contented slumber.

Author Note: This is my first story, and I was inspired to write this after being introduced recently to the Hermionuna couple by my friend. I love how this played out and will be continuing the series. Message me with what you would like to see in the next chapter. More sex? More romance? More focus on other couples? All feedback on my story is welcome.

Love Always,

Grangegood.