Title: Two Heads Are Better Than One
Chapter: 1 of 5
Author: The Wickedess

LJ: WickedWriter

Wordcount: 2,091
Pairing: HP/LL, HP/DM, LL/HP/DM

Rating: Hard R
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Warnings:Slash, and a threesome
Summary: Valentines day is right around the corner and Luna wants it to be perfect. So she gives Harry the thing every man wants but is afraid to ask for—a ménage a trios with….Draco Malfoy?
Author's Notes: This is a Post-Hogwarts and a Post-Voldemort. I don't very much like Ron, Hermione, Dumbledore, Ginny…that's about it. I have plans for two side story one shots (maybe three) and a novel sequel.

1 of 5

Harry lay beside Luna in their bed after a night-long of making love. One thing Harry loved about Luna was that she always stayed in bed afterwards, not like the other person.

'No. Do not think of him—'Harry chided to himself. 'You're with Luna. Luna is your girlfriend.'

'Yes. Girlfriend! There is still room in your life for a boyfriend, Harry.' Another part of his mind said. Groaning mentally, Harry ignored the arguing parts of him and concentrated on stroking Luna's blonde hair. Beneath him, he heard her give a loud purr at the touch of his hand.

The sound got Harry riled up all over again. Luna was a white panther—in her Animagus form as well as in bed. At the feel of Harry's hardness beside her Luna shifted slightly, before pouncing without warning upon him and pushing him down onto the bed. As Harry stared into her blue orbs filled with lust and love—and openness, he couldn't help but feel that something was missing. Slowly, before his gaze, one of Luna's eyes turned an icy blue—and then finally - a familiar grey.

Eyes the color of storm that he had stared into many a fortnight, eyes that startled his whole being with the effect of lightning caused by the storm, eyes that he endeavored to forget. With a toss of his head Harry wiped away the picture from his mind and opened his eyes to meet Luna's concerned blue ones.

"Harry dear, we need to talk," Luna said, her voice loosing some of its dreamy quality.

"Yes love?" He asked her and he truly meant it. Harry James Potter loved Luna Syna Ish-pan Lovegood with all his heart. He knew it beyond a shadow of a doubt. He had thought he loved Hermione—but it turned out to be strictly sisterly and he had thought he'd loved Ginny but that was strictly friendly, he'd thought he'd loved Seamus and Justin but—all of those once again proved faulty. What he felt for them was nothing compared to what he felt for Luna…and him.

"Do you love me?" Luna asked him as she lay back on top of him, running her fingers up and down his chest.

"Yes." It came out as a hoarse whisper.

"You know I love you too, don't you?" she inquired and he suddenly felt worried. What was she trying to tell him? Was she breaking up with him? These had been Justin's words too right before he told Harry that he couldn't see him anymore for fear of his life.

"Yes," Harry murmured once again, although this time for a different reason. "But Luna, let me tell you something before you go on…"

"Yes?" Luna gave him a serene look.

"I can't live without you, Luna. Please—"Harry's voice cracked. "Don't do this to me. I can't live without you."

"I know," Luna said and her voice seemed to hold some humor.

"You—you know?" Harry asked his voice faltering and he looked into her eyes, which were positively dancing with mirth.

"Of course I do. I would have to be blind not to see that—"Luna peered into his eyes more closely, pulling them both into a sitting position. "Did you think I was breaking up with you?" She asked and Harry looked down to avoid her eyes.

"Oh Harry," Luna lifted his chin so that they could look into each other's eyes. "I could never do that."

"Oh, okay." Harry said feeling quite silly for even thinking about that, but if that wasn't what she wanted—then what did she want? The feeling of relief Harry had was short lived—as once again he began to panic internally.

"Remember how you said you would never ever lie to me?" Luna asked as she once again placed her head onto his chest. "And how you said that you would answer any question I had for you?"

"Yes," Harry was getting slightly suspicious. Where was she aiming at? He had made all of those promises in the middle of the war—where secrets were thick enough to cut with a blunt ax—and while Luna understood why he had to keep secrets from her during the war, she made it quite clear that after the war the secrets would vanish.

And they did.

She insisted upon it, and upset Luna was quite frightening, and this coming from the man that defeated Voldemort.

"Well, I have some questions for you and I need you to answer them to be best of you ability."

Harry waited for Luna to continue.

"Harry, I know you said that you cannot live your life without me… but can you live your life just with me?" Luna asked him and Harry was shocked—and more than just a tad confused.

"What?" He asked her and she repeated herself albeit more slowly.

"You cannot live your life without me. I know that, you know that, everyone knows that. Can you live your life just with me? With no one else?"

"Luna, are you asking me if I'm ever going to cheat on you?" Harry demanded. "Because if you are the answer is—"Harry cut himself off. He couldn't lie to her. While he wouldn't cheat on her, what could he call what he was doing now? With Draco? It didn't feel like cheating—but when he thought about it in retrospect it was.

"The answer is what, Harry?" Luna asked teasingly and Harry got the distinct feeling that she knew something he didn't know.

"What do you know that I don't?" Harry asked narrowing his eyes and Luna laughed. She laughed—outright.

Once she stopped laughing she tried a different approach.

"Harry, what about Draco?" Luna asked and Harry mentally flinched before putting up an emotionless mask.

"What about him?" He asked and he was rewarded with Luna laughing again.

"Harry," she chided. "If I could see through your masks during the war, shouldn't I be able to see through them after it?" Harry could hear the teasing in her voice.

"Do you love him, Harry?" Luna asked him and Harry felt his heart stop. It was the question he had been asking himself for the longest time. When Draco got the mark it killed him, and drove him closer into Luna's arms in which he came to love her, and then when he found out that it was all a façade—and that he had become a spy for Dumbledore, Harry's heart had soared, but he was already in a relationship with Luna whom he loved with all his heart.

That was when the meetings started.

Bars, clubs, corners, malls, always ending at the same place—his bedroom.

Did he love him? The poncy, annoying, stuck-up, arrogant son of a—who always seemed to go into a fit of passionate rage whenever someone so much as touched Harry? Did he love him? The man who risked everything in the war just for Harry? Did he love him? The first person that understood the darker side of him before Luna came along? Did he love him? Honestly?

"Yes," Harry breathed as he closed his eyes and waited. It was out there, and he waited. He waited for Luna to pitch a fit just as Ginny had done when he told her he just wanted to be friends. He waited for the words that didn't ever come. Tentatively Harry opened one eye at Luna's humorous blue ones.

"More than me?" Luna asked him, her eyes suddenly losing all humor and Harry wondered where she was getting at.

"No," he said slowly. He loved Draco, that was for sure, but not more than Luna.

"Less than me?" She asked him slowly as she tried to peer into his eyes.

"No," Harry answered again even slower. It was true, if anything he had to say they were equal.

"Now Harry, back to my original question—do you think you could be happy? I mean truly and blissfully happy with me and just me?"

And with one word, Harry knew it was all over for him and Luna. "No."

Harry watched in confusion as she just nodded satisfied, she then looked at him with a wistful expression. "Does he love you?"

"Yes," Harry answered automatically and he knew it.

"Well good then, if he does it should work," Luna said satisfied and snuggled up against Harry once more, placing his hand in her hair as if she wanted him to resume the stroking.

"What are you planning?" He asked her narrowing her eyes and Luna just shrugged.

"Nothing much love, don't worry about it. Though please invite Draco over for a midnight rendez-vous for Thursday night of next week."

"What? Luna, no! That's Valentines day!" Harry looked into her determined blue eyes and he knew it was a lost cause. It was Valentines Day—but above that it was Luna's Birthday—how could she—why would she—"I made plans for us," he whined.

"Change them." Luna said shortly and then she pounced upon him once more and began to nibble on his ear. "You will do it, won't you, Harry?"

"Well Luna I—"

Luna's tongue was doing a marvelous job on Harry's neck, alternating between licking and sucking.

"I—I—" Harry's voice let into a loud groan and Luna knew she had won.

"You—you—what, Harry?" Luna asked him wickedly/mockingly breathless and began to kiss her way down his chest. When she reached his navel she stuck her tongue into it and he gasped.

She continued until she kissed the spot right above his pelvis. She looked at him, her blue eyes sparking wickedly and Harry knew he had lost.

"You—you what, Harry?" Luna asked him innocently and the answer came from a very wide-eyed Harry:

"I—I—I want to know where I should invite him to," he finished lamely and Luna gave him a wicked grin.

"Home," she said simply and rewarded Harry by enveloping him into her mouth in one swift movement.

-oO-

Two Days Later

Luna Lovegood walked down the halls of the Department of Mysteries—where she worked—the heels of her shoes clicking on the marble floor. Most people wondered why she was doing this, actually no one knew that she was doing this, but if they did know they would wonder why. She had the Golden Boy, The Savior of the Wizarding World, Defeater of Voldemort (for good), wrapped around her little finger (so to speak)—why would she send an open invitation to his "Mistress" to their home?

Simple. Because Harry loved Draco, Draco loved Harry and she loved Harry. Harry deserved happiness and if having Luna and Draco made him happy then Harry deserved them both.

She knew that she was Harry's soul mate; she had the perception to see things like that. Most people, when they found their soul mate their souls were two parts of a whole. However, Luna believed that hers, Harry's and Draco's souls were part of a third and none would be complete without the other two parts.

Yes, Luna knew something in her life was missing—but she didn't miss it that much because she never had it. Harry, however, had experienced both sides of his missing soul and once you had felt them both—you could not settle and Harry didn't deserve to settle.

Harry deserved it all, Luna knew, and if Draco loved him, he would know this as well. If Draco really loved Harry he would do anything for him—even have something to do with "Loony" Lovegood.

Luna was not one of those people who try to fool themselves either. While the main prospect of it was for Harry, if all went well she would get to be in bed with two of the sexiest men Hogwarts had ever seen since Sirius Black, at the same time. The prospect of being filled from both ends gave Luna a peculiarfeeling.

Stopping her walk back to her office, Luna looked down at herself, her blue eyes widening. Her nipples were hard and she could feel her 'natural lubricant' warm between her legs. "Damn," she muttered as she turned completely around. "I had better find Harry—" at the thought of Harry she began to get turned on even more and well—thoughts of Harry brought thoughts of Draco.

"Well double damn," Luna said as she walked swiftly towards Harry's office. "I'd better find Harry and fix things with Draco—soon."