A/N: Mandatory disclaimer: I do not own any rights to the Harry Potter franchise. This IP belongs to J.K. Rowling and Warner Brothers.
This story is going to contain large amounts of smut, so if that's not your cup of tea, I suggest you hightail it outta here right now.
All characters have been aged up a year, so Harry is now 15, Hermione 16, etc. This has been done largely for my own peace of mind.
This story is not purely smut. There will be plot, and deviations from canon. The overall length of the story will depend largely on how well it is received.
The story title will make sense once you've read this chapter. Trust me.
Gryffindor Common Room
Harry Potter couldn't quite suppress the yawn from escaping his lips as he walked through the entrance to the Gryffindor common room, his thoughts a jumbled mess. The last few weeks had been a real rollercoaster, with him going from defeating a dragon in the First Task of the Triwizard Tournament to struggling to find a date for the upcoming Yule Ball. All of the good girls seemed to be taken already, and he didn't even want to think about what would happen if he were to show up without a date. As one of the Triwizard Champions, it was expected that he would turn up with an attractive witch to the ball, and he had every intention of doing so. The problem was just finding said attractive witch.
In a moment of weakness, he had even gone so far as to invite Hermione, his best friend, only to be met with crippling defeat as she had apparently already been invited by someone else and accepted their offer.
"I'm really sorry Harry, I would've loved to go with you but… I can't," she had told him, looking genuinely apologetic. "I've already been invited by someone else, and… I kind of accepted his offer."
Ahh… Merlin's beard… Harry absentmindedly thought to himself as he emerged into the common room, getting seated in one of the recliners next to the fireplace. If even Hermione has been invited, how the hell am I supposed to find someone who's available?
The only small comfort he had was that Ron also seemed to be in the same boat as him, desperately looking for someone to take to the ball. The other day, the poor boy had even attempted to invite Fleur Delacour, the Triwizard Champion from Beauxbatons, which had obviously gone about as well as expected. He had returned to the Gryffindor common room looking like someone had just shot his dog right in front of him.
You'd think that being a Triwizard Champion would give me some kind of advantage, Harry sighed, rubbing his tired eyes with one hand. But no! That would've just been too damn convenient, wouldn't it? Argh, why do they always have to travel in packs?! It makes it impossible to approach any of them!
It was in this moment, as Harry sat in front of the flames lamenting his life and future, that he overheard it. The one conversation that would change his school life forever.
"Honestly, Seamus, please tell me you are joking!" the voice of Dean Thomas rang out, catching Harry's attention. Shifting around in the chair, he leaned further to the side to better overhear what the two boys were talking about.
"I'm not jokin' at all! And it was bloody amazing as well!" Seamus Finnigan laughed, causing Dean to sigh loudly.
"You're absolutely crazy, you know that, right? You've really outdone yourself this time."
"Oh please, it was nothing! And now that I know how great it is, I'm goin' to suggest we do it in the Astronomy Tower next!"
"You truly have lost it this time! What if you get caught?" Dean asked.
"Well that's precisely what makes it so excitin', isn't it? The fear of being caught heightens the pleasure tenfold!"
Now they definitely had Harry's attention. He had overheard the two of them discussing all manner of sexual topics over the years, but this particular conversation seemed to be even more spicy than usual. Dean and Seamus, as Gryffindors' resident playboys, always had tons of great stories to tell about the other girls in their Year, after all.
"I don't know man. It's just… there are so many ways it could go horribly wrong. I don't know if it'd be anything for me," Dean commented, doubt dripping from his words. "PDA is already awkward enough, you know? Doing something like THAT out in public… it's kind of wild."
"I thought the same thing at first, trust me. But after tryin' it, I have to say: it really is an amazing experience," Seamus responded, at which point Harry's curiosity finally got the better of him, and he rose from the recliner to walk over to the two boys sitting at the far end of the common room.
"What are you two talking about then?" he said as he approached their table, causing the both of them to shut up immediately. Dean turned around in the couch to fix him with a suspicious look, whilst Seamus simply smiled, a mischievous glint flashing in his eyes.
"Ahh, Harry! Me and Dean here were just discussin' my latest conquest!" he nodded with clear pride, causing his best friend to let out an audible sigh.
"Please don't refer to it as a 'conquest'…" Dean muttered, shaking his head in exasperation.
"Conquest, huh?" Harry said as he got seated in the couch opposite of Seamus. "What do you mean by that?"
"He means the latest girl he managed to trick into sleeping with him," Dean answered with a wry smile, shrugging when Seamus sent him an angry look. "Hey, you know it's true!"
"… Fair enough, I suppose," Seamus finally admitted, crossing his arms. "It did involve a fair bit o' convincin', that's for sure."
"I'm so confused," Harry laughed, pretending that he hadn't been eavesdropping for the past few minutes.
"Well, allow me to enlighten you then," Seamus responded with a wicked grin, leaning closer to Harry as he spoke. "… I managed to get Katie Bell to do the dirty with me."
"You're kidding!" Harry whispered, eyes going wide with shock. Katie Bell? She was considered a prime catch by most of the guys in their Year! How the hell had Seamus of all people managed to convince her to sleep with him?
"He got super lucky, is what he is trying to say," Dean commented, shaking his head. "He'd gotta be in order to score a chick like Katie!"
"Rude! But very true!" Seamus laughed, the smile on his face widening considerably at his best friend's words. "I got real lucky with this one!"
"But still… Katie Bell… how in the seven hells did you manage to do that?" Harry asked, still in utter disbelief at the news. Katie Bell… It was like hearing that someone had hooked up with Santa Claus. It was supposed to be unachievable! A mythological impossibility!
"It involved a lot o' effort, let me tell you! I've been layin' the groundwork for this one since summer vacation ended. Chattin' with her for hours, takin' her to Hogsmeade… It has been fun, but tiresome work!" Seamus answered, looking distinctly pleased with himself. "I've never worked so hard for a girl in my life!"
"That's just sad man," Dean muttered with a sigh. "Have you never fancied someone before? Like, really really fancied them?"
"You askin' me if I've ever felt true love, Dean?" Seamus chuckled, redirecting his attention back to his best friend.
"Well… not sure if I'd go THAT far, but yeah, something along those lines at least," Dean nodded.
"Hmm… Can't say I have, no. But Seamus Jr. has definitely felt his fair share o' things, if you know what I mean," Seamus replied with a wicked smile, wagging his eyebrows.
"You're such a dickhead," Dean laughed in response, and even Harry had to chuckle slightly at the wildly inappropriate comment.
"And I'm proud to be one! But anyway, back to the story. Now, believe it or not, but the fact that I got to hook up with Katie Bell isn't actually the craziest part about all this…" Seamus continued, lowering his voice considerably as his eyes darted back over to Harry.
"Not the craziest part? What could possibly be crazier than that?" Harry asked, furrowing his eyebrows.
"Well, the real surprise is that I got her to do it with me… in the Transfiguration Classroom!"
At this point, Harry couldn't help but gape openly at Seamus, his mind going into overdrive at the Irish boy's words. He had managed to get Katie Bell, one of the most sought-after witches in their Year, to have sex with him in a public classroom? And Professor McGonagall's classroom at that?
"You're joking…"
"I am not," Seamus replied, a proud smile plastered on his face. "And she totally loved it, too!"
"Dean," Harry said, turning to stare at the boy next to him. "Please tell me he's joking."
"He's not, I'm afraid," Dean sighed. "And I suspect it's something he's going to be bragging about for years to come."
"Ya got that right!" Seamus laughed, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "That girl knew how to please a man, I'll say that much!"
"That's… just…" Harry stuttered, cheeks red with embarrassment. Out of all the things Harry could claim to be, experienced with women was not one of them. His only romantic interactions so far had all ended in crushing failure, like his attempt at inviting Cho Chang to the ball, and as such, Seamus's crude wording elicited something of a flustered reaction from him. Just imagining what the two of them must've been getting up to in that classroom was enough to make him tense up with bashfulness.
"Cat got your tongue, Harry?" Seamus asked, noticing his discomfort. "Or did my comment really make you that embarrassed?"
"Oh shut up, Seamus," Harry fired back, diverting his gaze to the table. "You know how inexperienced I am when it comes to these… things…"
"Well, there's always time to change that," a female voice suddenly cut in, causing all three of them to jump in their seats. Turning around to see who the voice belonged to, Harry was surprised to see Angelina Johnson standing there with a mischievous grin on her face.
"A-Angelina?"
"Yes. Me," she giggled, walking over to their table and getting seated next to Seamus. "And I've got a proposition for the three of you."
Harry knew Angelina well from before, of course. She was captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and one of the best players they had. She was also very attractive, with her dark skin, chocolate-colored eyes and long, black hair. The two of them hit it off pretty well on the pitch, but never really talked much outside of practice.
"A proposition?" Dean asked, regarding her with suspicion. "What kind of proposition?"
"The kind you wouldn't want to say no to," she answered with a wink, causing the three of them to grow even more confused.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked, locking eyes with the Seventh-Year girl.
"Tomorrow, after dinner, I want the three of you to meet me downstairs in the Dungeons," she explained, a sly smile creeping its way onto her face as she talked.
"Meet you in the Dungeons?" Seamus asked, cocking his head ever so slightly to the left. "Why would you want us to do that?"
"Let's just say that we have a surprise for you down there," she replied cryptically, her eyes jumping between the three of them before settling on Harry. The way she looked at him made him feel very uncomfortable.
"A surprise? What do you mean by that?" Dean inquired. "Are you trying to play a trick on us or something?"
"Nope, no tricks."
"Then what?"
"Can't say."
"Can't say?"
"Nope."
"Well… is there anything you CAN tell us then?" Harry asked, feeling more and more uncertain by the second. Something was obviously wrong here. He had never seen Angelina act this way before. It was very uncharacteristic of her to be this cryptic. Normally, she was quite straightforward when it came to speaking her mind and getting what she wanted.
"Oh, yes, now that you mention it..." she exclaimed after thinking for a moment. "I need you to sign these."
Rummaging through her robes, she brought forth three scrolls of parchment, handing one to each of them.
"What's this, then?" Seamus asked, inspecting the parchment with poorly veiled interest.
"A magical contract," she explained, pulling out her wand to transfigure some nearby candles into quills for the three of them to use. "It guarantees that you cannot speak of what happens tomorrow to anyone apart from those who are already in the know."
"A magical contract?" Harry asked, eyes going wide with shock. "Do you really expect us to sign something like that without us even knowing what we're getting ourselves into?"
"Harry…" she sighed in response, turning to look at him with a surprisingly mild expression on her face. "Do you trust me?"
"Normally, yes. But right now? Hell no!"
"Read it then."
"What?"
"Read the contract."
Harry stared at her for a moment before redirecting his attention to the parchment in his hands, his eyes scanning through the text written on it at breakneck speed. At a glance, the contract didn't seem to be particularly stringent with its requirements. The only thing it really did, was ensure that he would not be able to talk about what was going to take place in the Dungeons tomorrow with anyone other than those who had already signed the contract. It did not seem to include any particularly fishy or suspicious clauses, nor did there appear to be anything written in fine print.
"Why do you want us to sign this?" Harry asked after a moment of silence, his eyes darting back up again to meet Angelina's.
"Because it's the only way I get to bring you with me to the Dungeons tomorrow," she replied honestly.
"And what exactly is going to happen in the Dungeons tomorrow?"
"You'll have to wait and see."
"That's not very reassuring."
"I know. I'm sorry, I really can't say more."
"Well… you've definitely got my attention," Seamus muttered, staring down at the magical contract in front of him. "But I'm still not sure about this whole contract business. I can't shake the feelin' that signin' this thing is a very bad idea."
"Trust me, absolutely nothing negative will happen to you as a consequence of this. You won't be forced to do anything against your will, and nothing uncomfortable will happen tomorrow without your explicit consent," she reassured them. "If anything, the three of you actually stand to benefit quite a bit from this."
"What do you mean by that then?" Dean asked, clearly confused.
"Again, you'll have to wait and see."
"Hmm…"
A couple of minutes came and went as the three boys considered the implications behind this very peculiar situation. Then, Seamus finally spoke up.
"I'll do it," he said, grabbing one of the three quills Angelina had transfigured earlier. "Don't really see much of a reason not to. Plus, you only live once, ey?"
"… I guess… I'll do it as well then," Dean nodded, reaching out for a quill of his own. "I trust Seamus, and if he's going down, I'm going down with him."
"That only leaves you, Harry," Angelina said, turning to look at him. "Are you in or are you out?"
A big part of him wanted to say no. There was obviously something afoot here, and his rational side told him he probably shouldn't get involved. But… another part of him really wanted to accept this offer. His curiosity and need to know was growing by the second, rapidly developing into an insatiable craving that would not be ignored. He found himself desperately wanting to know what was going to happen in the Dungeons tomorrow.
In the end, his curiosity won over his rationality, and he let out a sigh as he reached for a quill.
"Damn it, I'm in."
The rest of the afternoon, evening and subsequent morning was spent in suspenseful anticipation, with Harry's natural curiosity nearly driving him insane as the promised hour drew near. Both him, Seamus and Dean did their best to appear normal, but by the end of dinner, practically all of their friends knew that something was up.
"What's wrong, Harry?" Hermione asked from the seat next to him. "You seem awfully… nervous today."
"Oh, uhh… It's nothing, really. Just feeling a bit under the weather, is all," he lied, trying his best to sound convincing.
Hermione clearly wasn't buying it, however.
"Hmm… Are you sure? You don't seem to be very sick…"
"Oh, but I am. Very sick, that is."
"Hmm…"
"Jeez Hermione, let the guy breathe, will you? If he says he's feeling sick, he's probably just feeling sick," Ron chimed in, coming to Harry's rescue.
Thanks, mate… I owe you one.
"I assure you; Harry has plenty of room to breathe, Ronald! I'm just worried about him, that's all! He's barely even touched his food!"
"My sickness has taken away my appetite," Harry nodded, latching onto the excuse with an iron grip. "Just give me a few days and I'll be back to normal."
"Well… If you say so…" she sighed, apparently deciding to let the matter rest for now.
Whew… Dodged a bullet there…
Once dinner was over, Harry left his two friends behind to meet up with Seamus and Dean near the entrance to the Dungeons, where the three of them found both Angelina and Parvati Patil waiting for them.
Few words were exchanged between the five of them as they made their way into the underbelly of Hogwarts.
The room the girls took them to was unlike any other Harry had seen in the castle. It was big, bigger than it had any right to be, with a surprisingly tall ceiling. A couple of massive windows adorned the side wall, which made absolutely zero sense given the fact that the Dungeons were supposed to be underground. The most surprising thing of all, however, was the fact that the room was virtually empty save for one little detail…
In the middle of it were three big booths ordained with red curtains, looking starkly out of place in the otherwise grey space.
"What is this…?" Harry breathed, taking in these new surroundings with wide eyes. "I've never heard of a room like this existing in the Dungeons."
"That's because, officially, it doesn't," Angelina explained, sending Harry a proud smile. "It's hidden beneath half-a-dozen Invisibility and Notice-Me-Not charms, and only people who have signed one of the contracts is shown where it is."
"Ahh…" Harry muttered, regarding the three booths that occupied the middle of the room with some level of suspicion. "And what exactly is this room used for? I mean, if you've gone to the trouble of making people sign magical contracts and stuff just to come here, I'm assuming whatever goes on in here is something that is better kept secret?"
"Precisely," Parvati nodded. "It's usually only used once every second month or so, but if its existence came to be widely known… well…"
"There'd be trouble," Harry guessed.
"Yeah."
"Hmm… And what exactly is this room used for?"
"Well…" Parvati started, looking to Angelina for guidance. The dark-skinned captain let out a sigh before she launched into an explanation.
"So… Uhh… This is probably going to sound really weird, but… It's used during Inspection Ceremonies."
"Inspection Ceremonies?"
"Yes, Inspection Ceremonies. The big, official ones happen every second month or so, and involve both boys and girls from all the different Houses here at Hogwarts."
"So it's some kind of… bi-monthly, cross-House event, then?" Harry asked, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.
"Of sorts, yeah. You can think of it as a secret society, if you want. Only a handful of people know about its existence, and everything that happens here, stays here. Even if you wanted to talk about it with someone on the outside, the magical contract would prevent you from doing so."
"Okay… That makes sense, I suppose," Harry responded. "But why all the secrecy? Why do you feel the need to go to such lengths to protect your members?"
"Because… not everyone would be cool with what happens here, least of all the teachers."
"And what is it, precisely, that happens here?" Dean interjected, asking the one question they all wanted to know the answer to.
"Well… something kinda sexual," she answered, causing all three of the boys to go dead silent. Nobody dared speak a word, lest they risk falling for the obvious trap laid before them.
"You're joking, right?" Seamus finally scoffed, attempting to call their bluff.
"Nope. I'm not joking."
"You mean to tell me… that you have a secret society of boys and girls here at Hogwarts… that engage in sexual activities with one another here in the Dungeons?"
"More or less, yeah."
"And what kind of sexual activities would that be, pray tell?" Dean asked, eyes narrow with suspicion.
"It all revolves around the Inspection Ceremonies. During a ceremony, one member from each gender goes into a booth like the ones you see in front of you, together. In there, the guy presents his… cock… to the girl, and she inspects it to her heart's content. Once she's done, the guy gets a reward, which is set by the girl ahead of time. The reward can be anything; simple gifts, a favor, a boon… or it can be something more sexual, like a blowjob, a titfuck or a passionate make-out session. It all depends on what the girl feels like giving. But it is always worth it, trust me on that. And… that's pretty much all there is to it."
Total silence reigned as the three boys took in Angelina's words.
"Merlin's beard…" Harry finally breathed. "You're not joking, are you?"
"No, I'm not. Is it really that surprising to hear?" Angelina grinned, a hint of humor leaking into her voice. "I mean, we are a bunch of teenagers living in a magical boarding school in the middle of nowhere. It really shouldn't be too far-fetched."
"Well… I suppose… It's just… I never thought that…" Harry mumbled, fighting a losing battle again his own blush.
"It's okay to be shocked, Harry. Merlin knows I was," Parvati chimed in, sending him a warm smile. "If you don't want to join, you don't have to. We are not going to force you to do something you're uncomfortable with, after all."
"I'm in," Seamus immediately responded, drawing the attention of both girls.
"Figures," Angelina giggled.
"He doesn't even know the specifics yet and he's already in," Parvati sighed, pretending to be disappointed.
"It's Seamus, what did you expect?" Dean answered, shaking his head in exasperation.
"If you think I'm goin' to pass on such a golden opportunity, then you've got another thing comin' to ya pal," Seamus shrugged.
"What about you, Harry?" Angelina asked. "Are you interested in joining?"
"Uhh… Well… That's…" he muttered in response, running an awkward hand through his unruly black hair.
"I can't tell you much more unless you agree to join," Angelina continued. "So if you want out… now's the time. We won't hold it against you if you do. Pinky-promise."
"I… Ehh…"
"The only thing I can tell you is that this little society of ours has been around for a long time, and that you'd have friends there. That's it."
"Friends?"
"Yeah. People you know are in on it. I can't tell you who just yet, but… there are a few."
"Merlin… How come I've never heard of this before then…?" he breathed, struggling to cope with this newfound realization.
"It's a closely guarded secret," Parvati explained. "So it's only natural that you'd be kept out of the loop."
"A couple of them have been pining for your admittance into the arrangement for quite a while though," Angelina added with a grin. "So you'll probably be propositioned relatively quickly, if you were to join."
"Propositioned…?"
"That's how the Inspection Ceremonies work, yeah. A girl will proposition you, and if you like the offer, you accept. Then, the real fun begins."
"What happens… during one of these ceremonies?"
"I just told you, didn't I? You go into one of the booths with her, show her your penis and let her inspect it for as long as she wants. When she's done, she gives you your reward, and you're off."
"And how would she go about inspecting my… thing?"
"Well, she'd look at it, touch it, stroke it… maybe even taste it," Angelina answered, a lewd smirk flashing across her face for just an instant. "Whatever she feels like doing, really. As long as you are okay with it, of course. Everything happens consensually here. That's one of the major rules."
"So as long as I'm okay with it, she'll… do things to my penis?" Harry asked, feeling more than a little shocked.
"Spoken like a true virgin, Harry," Seamus commented, causing Harry's cheeks to flush a deep shade of crimson.
"Oh, shut up!"
"Yes, she will, Harry," Parvati giggled, walking closer to place a comforting hand on his arm.
"That's… That's…"
"Feckin' awesome!" Seamus finished for him, flashing a cheeky grin.
"That's one way to put it," Angelina nodded, a wry smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "I really think you should accept the offer, Harry. You deserve to have some fun, in-between all the… terrifying Hero stuff you're constantly forced into doing."
Harry had to admit she had a point.
"I… I'm still not totally sure about this…" he muttered, before taking a deep breath. "But I'm willing to give it a shot."
His thought process, despite being clouded by confusion and hesitance, had been rather straightforward here. Any man presented with a perceived "no strings attached" option to fool around with his attractive classmates would be stupid not to take it.
"Great! All you have to do now is sign this contract…" Angelina continued, bringing forth a roll of parchment from within her robes. "… And you're good to go!"
"A-Alright then…"
"Hey, we are here too, you know!" Seamus interjected, feigning indignation.
"As if we could ever forget," Parvati snorted.
"Don't worry, Seamus. I got your contract right here," Angelina nodded, handing him a separate roll of parchment. "Just sign on the dotted line and you're in."
"Sweet!"
She repeated the process with Dean, before giving all three boys a once-over.
"Alright. Has everyone signed?"
Three affirmatives sounded in response to her question.
"Good! Then allow me to officially welcome you all to the Order of the Dolphin."
"… Really? The Order of the Dolphin?" Harry asked, clearly not impressed.
"Yup. Nobody knows who first came up with the name, but it's been used for literal decades, so changing it now just wouldn't be right," Parvati smiled.
"But… Why 'Dolphin'? There has to be a reason, right?"
"Oh yeah, there's a reason alright," Angelina nodded, a playful smirk flashing across her face.
"And what's that?"
"Dolphins are believed by some to be the horniest animals in the world, second only to humans."
Her answer came so out of left field that Harry could do nothing but gawk in response.
"That's wicked," Seamus laughed.
"I agree," Parvati chuckled.
"You're all a bit mad, you know that, right?" Harry sighed, shaking his head in mock exasperation.
"And now you're one of us," Angelina responded with a smirk. "So you better get used to it."
"I'll… try my best."
"Good. Now then, without further ado, I believe it is time for us to move on. You see those three booths over there, in the middle of the room? We set those up specifically for you three. Seamus, Dean… You guys have the ones on the sides. Harry, you're in the middle."
"Wait, what? Why?"
"Because there's someone waiting for you in that booth."
Her words nearly caused him to faint right there and then.
"What… do you mean?"
"Wait and see."
A huge lump appeared in his throat as he stared at the red curtain marking the entrance to "his" booth. "Is it safe?"
"For goodness sake, Harry, just enter the goddamn booth."
"Alright, alright!"
Walking forwards on shaky legs, he took one last deep breath before entering through the curtain, his mind momentarily shocked at the sight that awaited him.
The inside of the booth had been magically expanded by at least a few dozen meters, making room for a couch, a table, and a queen-sized bed. A bunch of sex toys had been scattered across the table's wooden surface, and in the corner, he spotted what looked to be a sex swing laying on the ground.
The most surprising thing of all, however, was the person waiting for him on the couch.
It was Luna Lovegood.
"Luna?!" Harry asked.
"Yes. That is my name," the blonde-haired girl responded, pale silver eyes coming up to meet his own.
"What are you doing here?"
"Waiting for you."
"Yes, I get that, but… why?"
"Because I want to inspect your penis, of course."
Luna, like usual, spoke the naked truth, no matter how uncomfortable it might be. Harry had never met anyone quite like her before. She was an extremely quirky girl, with an almost serene disposition. She lacked proper self-awareness, and was not afraid to show who she truly was. This rather eccentric quality was often mistaken for stupidity, which could not be further from the truth. Despite her… quirks, Luna was an unusually intelligent and perceptive young woman, who definitely belonged in the house she had been sorted into; Ravenclaw.
Harry considered her more of an acquaintance than a friend, though.
"Uhh… Wow, okay…" he started, his thoughts a jumbled mess. "So you want to see my… thing… then."
"Yes."
"And, ehh… what do I get in return?"
"I'll be your date for the Yule Ball."
Metaphorical fireworks went off in Harry's head at her words.
"Really?!"
Luna Lovegood was a rather attractive girl, after all, so having her as his date would surely be a very good thing indeed.
"Yes. I know you have been struggling to find a date these past few days, and so I would like to offer myself as a potential candidate if you'll let me see your penis."
"You know, hearing you say something like that so earnestly is kind of… weird."
"Why?"
"Uhh… never mind."
Harry recognized a lost battle when he saw one.
"Will you accept my offer then?" Luna asked.
"Well… Uhh… I guess… I will?"
"Good. Then come here."
Before he knew what was happening, he was standing in front of a kneeling Luna with his pants down, a thin layer of underwear the only thing separating his cock from her face.
Argh, this is so embarrassing…
"Uhh, Luna…?" he started, doing his best to suppress the blush threatening to spill out on his face at any moment.
"Yes, Harry?"
"What do you plan on doing… with my thing?"
"I plan to look at it, touch it and most likely taste it."
"TASTE IT?!"
"Yes."
"Oh sweet Merlin…"
"Is there a problem?"
"NO. No. Absolutely not, it's just… a lot to take in."
"We can always stop if you don't want to do this anymore."
"N-No! I… I want this. I definitely… want this," he answered, swallowing hard in an attempt to get rid of the lump that had formed in his throat.
"Then here we go," she nodded, before jerking down his underpants in one swift, continuous motion. His cock was suddenly freed from its cloth prison, standing at attention directly in front of Luna's curious eyes.
"Ooo.." she muttered as she stared at it, inspecting it from every angle.
I feel like I'm going to die from embarrassment…
"I'm impressed, Harry," she said after a while, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "It's bigger than I expected it to be."
"Ehh… Thank you…?"
"You're welcome."
She gave his shaft the faintest squeeze, causing him to tense up with anticipation. This was the first time a girl had ever touched his penis before, and the feeling of it was rather foreign. Needless to say though, he liked it a lot.
"Does that feel good?" Luna asked as she stroked him, watching his reactions with eager eyes.
"Y-Yes…" he whimpered, his breathing growing rugged and shallow.
"Then allow me to do something that's going to feel even better."
Suddenly, she enveloped the tip of his cock with her lips, making him groan in ecstasy.
"H-Holy shit…"
A hand came up to continue stroking his shaft as she suckled on his crown, the feeling of it nearly driving him insane with pleasure. It would appear this was not her first time doing something like this, as she seemed to know precisely how much pressure she needed to apply to make her stroking feel pleasing rather than jarring.
"That feels… so good…" he panted as Luna's tongue darted forwards to trace circles around his swollen head.
Harry's mind was quickly losing itself to desire now, as a desperate ache started building in his abdomen. The fact that the cute and adorable witch Luna Lovegood was doing something like this to him was just… too much for his brain to handle. Every fiber of his being was ablaze with lust, and he couldn't help but crave release like a dog in heat.
"You've… gotta slow down, Luna, or I'm going to… to…"
His plea fell on deaf ears, however, as she suddenly let go of his cock in order to take his full length into her mouth instead. Words could not describe the feeling of his flesh sliding into her wet throat, and he found himself crying out in euphoria.
"S-Sweet mother of…" he moaned as Luna started bobbing her head up and down the length of his cock. "I... I can't…"
His breath started coming faster and faster as he quickly approached climax, his hands coming down to rest on the back of Luna's head.
"I'm going to c-cum, Luna," he groaned.
She did not stop at his words, and so he had to assume she was okay with what was about to happen.
"Ahh! I'm… cumming…"
Suddenly, his cock pulsed in her mouth, and she ceased all movement as he spurted over and over again down her throat, each shot sending chills running up and down the length of his back. Luna took it all, eagerly swallowing his load with a fervor he had not expected from a girl like her. Once he was done, she coaxed out the last of his release with her lips, before finally withdrawing from his cock.
"Whew, Harry… That was a lot," she smiled, wiping the corner of her mouth with her thumb.
"I'm so sorry," he apologized, lowering his head in shame. "I didn't mean to finish in your mouth, but you didn't pull back when I told you I was going to cum and…"
"Don't apologize. I wanted you to do that. That was why I didn't stop," she replied, regarding him with a surprisingly fond look.
"R-Really?"
"Yes. Really."
"Oh thank Merlin," he breathed. "I was afraid you'd be mad at me."
"Of course not. If anything, this whole experience has left me feeling rather… turned on. I'll be thinking about this when I masturbate tonight," she continued, her words causing Harry's already flushed cheeks to turn an even darker shade of crimson.
"Ahh… I see," he responded, not quite sure what to say to that.
"Next time, though, I want you to do me as well," she finished, a cute smile appearing on her face as she talked.
The implication behind her words nearly caused his cock to spring back to life again.
"A-Alright then. I'll be… looking forward to it?"
"Yes. So will I."
Before he had the chance to say anything else, Luna suddenly rose to her feet and leaned in close to give him a fleeting kiss. He could taste his own release on her lips, but couldn't bring himself to make a fuss about it. She had just sucked his cock, after all. The least he could do was kiss her properly.
Once she retreated, the dreamy expression she usually wore had returned in full force, and suddenly, it was as if nothing had ever happened between the two of them to begin with.
"I look forward to accompanying you to the Yule Ball, Harry," she smiled as she turned around to leave the booth. "Until next time."
"Uhh, yes. Of course. I'll, ehh… see you later."
And then, she was gone, leaving behind a thoroughly baffled Harry.
… What the fuck just happened?
A/N: Now does the story title makes sense? I know it's kind of an odd one. I just really love the idea of the Order of the Phoenix having a secret society dedicated to naughty things as its namesake. That might just be me, though.
Now be honest with me: how many of you Googled if dolphins are actually the horniest animal on Earth? You're welcome, by the way.
I have lots of plans for this story. Plenty of characters will be introduced into the Order of the Dolphin as the story progresses. How many of these plans come to fruition, however, depend entirely on how well this first chapter is received. So if you want to see more of this, be sure to leave a review or drop a Follow.
Oh, and, as a side note: Luna is in the same Year as Harry in this story. Meaning she is also 15 years old, and not 14.
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