Chapter Nine

Detention

The dungeons were as gloomy as they always were when Harry took his final step down into them. Luna was not waiting outside Snape's office as Harry had expected her to be, and when Harry knocked on Snape's door to find out how he would be serving his first detention, he found that she was not in his office either.

Snape's door swung open and Snape peered down at Harry with his sallow face and cold stare, 'Potter.'

Harry continued to stare, he wondered where Luna was.

Snape left his office and shut the door behind him, the weak light that emitted from it had died and now Harry could only see Snape's bored eyes and expressionless face. 'Third floor, trophy room…you will be cleaning the trophies for two hours…no magic. Filch will be present, so I do suggest you attend the detention, Potter.'

Harry wanted to ask where Luna was, but he knew Snape well enough to not ask at all.

Harry turned and Snape did too, both going their opposite ways. Snape back into his office and Harry back up out of the dungeons to the third floor where he found the trophy room and entered.

Argus Filch was indeed there, his cat, Ms Norris was sitting by his heel. Luna Lovegood was standing up, cleaning a shield shaped trophy with a clean cloth, humming to herself as she did; Filch looked appalled by her sense of optimism during this punishment. Harry shut the door behind him and it echoed through the room of silverware. Luna was already here, she must have been eager for this detention.

The room was about the size of a small classroom, desks stretched across the wall on the far end of the room with tall windows standing over them. The only light that entered the room was the moonlight that beamed through every one of the tall windows. Another few tables stood in the middle of the room. Luna was cleaning the trophies on the table that was on the far end of the room.

Argus Filch turned around; Luna stopped humming and stopped cleaning to look at Harry too. Ms Norris continued to watch Luna as if making sure she did not run away. 'Ah, you're that Potter boy, aren't you?' Filch said, a dirty grin breaking in his face that shown his blackened teeth.

'Yea – er…'

'Hello Harry Potter! Come and help me clean then!' Luna said enthusiastically, waving at Harry with the cloth thrashing in her hand as she done so. 'These Nargles and Grymfriddles…what a mess!'

'No speaking!' Filch spat, glaring at Luna.

Harry could not help but laugh, something told him this detention was going to go a lot faster with the optimism and general entertainment Luna had brought with her. Nargles he had heard of, though he had no idea what they were, Grymfriddles…well, that was a new one from Luna's book of invisible creatures. Filch gave him a look of disbelief as he started laughing, then pointed a short, shaking finger at the table behind Luna that stood with several trophies, it was part of the desks in the centre of the room. A cloth stood on the table with a bottle of spray (Sepshrime's Special Shine!).

Harry nodded, rolled up his sleeves and went over to the table and started cleaning the first trophy he examined. But he wasn't really examining it, he was examining Luna, he couldn't help it.

Luna was wearing a short red skirt with black leggings, a white blouse (with her sleeves rolled up too), and a cute scarlet bow tie in her dirty blonde hair with a jewel in its centre that kept flashing orange, then turning to white. She was also wearing her usual radish earrings. Harry assumed that under that blouse she wore, and under the bra she might have been wearing (might have been…maybe she was wearing no bra again); her mistletoe nipple piercing was also present.

Harry was fixated on her as he blindly rubbed his unsprayed trophy because she appeared to have purposely dropped her cloth on the floor ('oh my cloth, I dropped it! I suppose it was just a Nargle having some fun'), and she was bending over so Harry could see right up her short red skirt. Her black leggings were so thin Harry wondered as he stared at her ass under them if they might split apart, but they didn't (dammit).

Because Luna was cleaning the trophies at the desk in front of Harry, Filch would not of been able to see up Luna's skirt as she took about twenty seconds just to pick up a cleaning cloth (too bad for him, he's missing out). When Luna got up she turned to Harry and gave him the same sort of wink she did before they departed the day after Harry promised her that he would stay in a relationship with her. When she winked at him back then, Harry knew what it meant. Harry wondered if Luna still wanted to have some fun during this detention, she was looking so fine to Harry that he didn't know if he would be able to resist if she started. But Filch was here, and of course he wasn't going to be going anywhere, neither was his stupid cat.

Harry felt his face grow a shade of red, he tried to pretend he could not feel the increase in solidness around his pelvis area, but he was a teenage boy…what he promised Hermione was true, but when a teenage boy is in Harry's situation and he sees a girl like Luna purposely exposing her behind to him, the physical feeling he felt growing was inevitable. Harry tried to focus on the silverware he was polishing, but in the corner of his eye he could see Luna's red skirt bouncing energetically around her ass as she continued to hum and clean with great energy. Luna's ass, an ass Harry had felt once as he kissed her and then fucked her deep, deep in her shaved pussy that he remembered in his mind as clear as a high definition photograph. Thoughts that he half-welcomed and half-wished never lived in his mind drifted through as he moved onto his second trophy. Thoughts about pinning Luna down on one of these desks, brushing all the polished trophies aside to the floor and taking that piece of cloth called a skirt off her legs as she giggled and went pink in the face. He wished he could do that, and that is why he felt so bad, because he also thought of Hermione, would this be disloyal to her? Would this stab a knife called betrayal straight through her delicate heart? Harry thought of the tearstained letter from Hermione to him that he kept in his Hogwarts trunk. He focused on it, though Luna's vibrant skirt shook in the corner of his eye and her happy humming sounded through the room.

Harry moved onto his third trophy but Filch protested.

'That's not even half finished!' Filch limped over to Harry and thrusted the trophy into his chest, probably making it as filthy as it was before Harry had even started cleaning it because Filch had dirty fingernails and dry dirt in the lines of his palms. Harry said nothing but continued to clean; using the polish he had been assigned with the cloth.

It wasn't really too much of a punishment, Harry was very much used to manual work from all the times he had to clean by hand at his Aunt and Uncles home. Luna didn't seem to think of it as much of a punishment either, maybe because she thought that after it, or maybe during it, she'd be punished properly by Harry.

For the past five to ten minutes, Harry's nostrils smelt that fine smell of polish. Harry felt Filch breathing down his neck for the entire time Harry cleaned the trophy that he was handed back, so he made sure to do four or five complete cleans until he was overly satisfied with its shine. He moved onto the next trophy, it was the same type of cup except much larger, when an echoing crash rung outside of the trophy room. It sounded as though somebody had lined up all the knights in the corridor and pushed one over so they all collapsed like dominoes.

'PEEEEEEEEEVES!' Filch bellowed in Harrys ear.

Luna stopped humming and turned around wide-eyed with the cloth and bottle of polish in each hand. Harry turned and saw Filch swing the trophy room door open, Ms Norris had ran between his legs and left the room to see what the noise was linked to. Filch turned his ugly face to look at Harry and Luna, his lip trembling, a look of frustration and excitement flooding his eyes. 'You both stay here! I will be back; I want every trophy sparkling by the time I return!'

Harry and Luna continued to stare at Filch for another moment, and then he left and slammed the door shut behind him, leaving Harry alone with Luna in the trophy room that was lit only by the moonlight.

Harry turned and Luna was staring straight at him, the cloth and bottle of polish still in her hands. Her eyes were eager; her lips had curled into a small smile.

'All alone now, Harry Potter…' her dreamy voice drifted across the room to Harry's ears.

Harry nodded slowly, and then looked down at a random trophy on the desk in front of him. He begun to polish it, hoping in some way that Luna would just continue to clean too. He tried his best to picture that letter Hermione gave him, the ink that was wet and leaking down the page in some areas from her tears, but his teenage mind could not help but let the picture of Luna bending over in front of him dominate the images rippling in his thoughts. Harry was never quite good at blocking his mind, Voldemort had no trouble getting inside of it, and neither did Luna's sexy behind.

'Oh don't do that Harry Potter it is just Grymfriddlers that have played on the trophies,' Luna said as she approached Harry, extracting the wand that she kept behind her ear. Harry noticed she was not wearing her butterbeer cork necklace today. She pointed her wand at the trophy Harry was trying to clean and said 'Clerihal.'

Harry watched as the trophy she cast this spell he had never heard of on shook and bounced left and right. Then a puff that glittered around the trophy quite like the brief smoke that shrouded Hermione's hand yesterday when she cast a non-verbal spell on her hand that held Trelawney's genital hair. Then as it dispersed, the trophy was sparkling in the moonlight and was so shiny it could have been brand new. Luna continued to point her wand that was still emitting the odd, glittery smoke from its tip at the trophies all around Harry's table until every single one was blindingly shiny.

'Wow…thanks Luna!' Harry said in disbelief, what was the point in ever buying this Sepshrime's Special Shine if you could just cast Clerihal?

Luna put her wand behind her ear again and looked up at Harry beaming, 'no problem Harry Potter!'

Then before Harry could really stop it from happening, Luna was slowly, gently pressing her body against his. Harry was leaning on the table of trophies, and Luna's breasts were pressed against his chest.

'I've missed you, Harry Potter. I have not seen you for a couple of days,' Harry looked into the jewel that was in the centre of her cute hair bow; it was a pure white and reflected the moonlight that shafted through a window onto them both like a spotlight. Then she looked up at him, her grey eyes sinking deep into his, her arms had wrapped around his back to squeeze him closer, she tiptoed to press her lips against his, her breasts drooping slightly as they rubbed against his chest when she tiptoed.

They kissed; Luna's sweet lips pressed hard onto Harry's, her kiss felt hungry, she had wanted this ever since they stopped. Harry thought of Hermione as Luna's tongue slipped into his mouth, and his tongue, naturally, slipped into hers. Their saliva exchanged and Luna pushed further down on Harry's lips, Harry thought of Hermione still and her letter, he was drowning in guilt, but he knew how to swim…

Harry could smell the clean dirty blonde hair of Luna's rising up his nostrils as her warm cheeks brushed his, her thighs rubbed against his crotch. Then he felt her hands loosen on his back as they felt their way down to his jeans, the zip and button of his jeans…

It was too much, Harry broke away from Luna's lips as a sharp breath exhaled from her both onto his. Luna opened her eyes and so did he, their stared at each other for a moment, Luna's lips shone with saliva and her eyes shone with satisfaction, but not satisfied enough…so Luna got to her knees to continue taking off Harry's jeans.

'No – no, Luna, Filch…' Harry started, he didn't want to stop her, but he knew that he had to. It wasn't just Filch; it was the guilt that he was suffocating in for what was happening.

But Luna giggled, 'don't worry about Filch, Harry Potter…let's have some fun!'

Harry's jeans were off and gathered at his ankles with his boxers too, his semi-erected cock was now being licked by Luna. Her tongue was very wet and was dripping with saliva onto his dick to the floor. She used one of her hands to masturbate his dick whilst she sucked on it with the hunger of a vampire.

Harry put both of his hands on the trophy desk as he looked down at what Luna was doing to him; she was so good at it. It felt incredible but so wrong, too.

Luna went halfway down Harry's cock with her mouth, her lips soft on his dick that was now as hard as it could go. 'Mm,' she said often, it sounded a little like her humming from before, every time she said it, it vibrated on his dick. Her tongue went in circles around his dick to the sounds of slurping and 'Mm.'

Harry's thoughts scattered like shrapnel, he did not know which piece of think about because of the pleasure he was feeling with the enormous guilt. At first he thought of Hermione, her letter, her pain. Then that swelled the guilt he felt in his heart, then he thought of being caught by Filch, what would happen if Filch just burst into the room now and saw him and Luna. And finally he thought of Luna, he was supposed to be leaving her, he was supposed to not being seeing her like this anymore, but look what was happening right now…he wasn't stopping it. Then that final thought brought him back to the first thought of Hermione, him begging her forgiveness in his head for being disloyal. But was it being disloyal? He wasn't with her yet…technically, he was still with Luna.

'You taste so great Harry Potter,' Luna said, with the head of Harry's brick-like dick stroking her wet upper lip.

She continued lick and slurp on Harry's dick as he watched down at her completely unsure of what to do or say. But she stopped masturbating him and used her hands to begin unbuttoning her white blouse.

'N..no…Luna…F – Fil-'

She used her teeth to nip the tip of his dick, it was like a playful bite, not painful, but enough to make you stop talking.

'Mm,' she vibrated onto his dick again.

There was no stopping her, she wanted Harry and she wanted him now. Her blouse became fully unbuttoned and she let it fall behind her. Harry had a high view of her large and beautiful breasts, the cleavage and light pink nipples were in sight (yup she was wearing the same mistletoe nipple piercing). She kept one small hand around Harry's leg for balance and the other started masturbating his dick again as she continued to suck it. Her dirty blonde hair fell down over her breasts so the nipples protruded through the thin strands of hair again like they did in the changing rooms before, and every time her tits jiggled (the nipple piercing shaking too) with the head movement of her sucking his dick, the hairs fell apart and became thinner and thinner until her breasts were completely exposed again.

It was another five minutes or so of speechless pleasure with the frequent 'mm,' from Luna, when she decided she had tasted enough of Harry with the lips on her mouth. She done one final big slurp, Harry felt her saliva suck up like a vacuum as her lips slid off his dick. A long dribble of spit fell onto her breasts and glittered from the moonlight. She slowly stood up, wearing nothing now but her scarlet skirt, black leggings, bow tie and red converses.

Harry stared into her eyes, he knew that he could not stop here; no teenage boy would have stopped here. Behind Luna was a tall shelf with a glass door protecting all the trophies that stood inside...that was when Harry let his desires take over. He let his feet slip from the jeans that wrapped around his ankles like prisoner shackles, and then he put his hands on Luna's waist and slowly, carefully, pushed her over to the shelf, her naked back pressed against it and it shook lightly. His hands felt down her smooth waists and then to her ass that was concealed by her tiny red skirt, it didn't matter, she could keep it on if she wanted. He put both hands firmly on her hot but cheeks and lifted her up against the shelf that shook some more, she made a small gasp as he lifted her, wrapping her legs around his back. Her skirt had fell down against her belly now and Harry could see the brim of her leggings…but she could keep them on too, Harry could see her thin, pink pussy through it, she wasn't wearing panties...and he just realised that she was never wearing a bra either…naughty little Nargle.

Her small hands gripped onto his shoulders as they stared into each other's eyes, Harry looked down at her big breasts that were wet from her own spit, he let one hand grip onto one of her warm breasts (not the one with the piercing, he wanted to see that motherfucker shake when he started). Then he looked down at her pussy that was just about visible under her black leggings, he used his other hand to guide the head of dick to her clitoris so it could rub against it under the thin material of her leggings.

'Mm, Harry Potter that feels good…good,' Luna whispered, her hot breath touching Harry's cheeks and mouth.

Harry then let his dick go lower from her clitoris to the hole he had been in before, he teased it through the material.

'Mm, mm...you want me – want me to take them off?' She asked Harry.

'No need,' Harry said, confident with his vision of what he could do to these thin leggings. And his vision was right, he surged his pelvis forward so his dick stabbed hard into her pussy.

Rip

Harry heard the material of Luna's leggings that barely concealed her pussy tear apart as the force of his thrust monstered them apart. Then he heard Luna's long, surprised and pleasured moan echo through the trophy room.

'Ooooaaahhh!' Luna moaned, letting her fingernails dig into Harry's back as he went deeper…and deeper. 'You – you…' Luna tried to say, but couldn't.

Harry continued to thrust in and out of her tight pussy; it was still shaved and still as comfortable as ever. The trophy cabinet they fucked against shook and the trophies inside threatened to fall off, anybody outside who was not around to just hear Luna's cries, would now hear the shaking of the trophy cabinet, surely. But neither of them cared.

'You…y – you bad boy…' Luna just about managed to say.

Harry said nothing but let the hand that was holding one of Luna's bouncing breasts go so that it could join his other hand in grasping onto both of her ass cheeks. Harry looked from her large tits that bounced up and down with every time the trophy cabinet shook and every time she moaned, to her eyes that were focused into his. They were the eyes of a woman feeling pleasure…and loving it. They looked a little sleepy but focused too, her lips were parted and Harry could see her white teeth underneath…he thrusted with more weight as he leaned forward so that his lips could press onto hers.

Shake, shake, shake, moan, moan, moan, breath, breath, breath…

It lasted another solid ten or even twenty minutes before Luna was finished, Harry sat her on the floor and finished inside of her mouth this time. She swallowed it all up and gave him another wink.

She lasted much longer this time, she sure was a natural.

They managed to get dressed and try their best to appear natural by the time Filch returned looking close to tears. But when he saw the work of Luna's spell on the trophies, he swapped his look of depression for great surprise.

'B – but…' he stuttered, looking all around the room.

'We can leave now then, Mr Filch? We have been wait-'

'Yes, yes whatever…go!' Filch spat.

Harry and Luna smiled at each other and then left together, the detention sure did go a lot faster with Luna around.