CHAPTER FOUR: STILL CHRISTMAS
January 5th, 1997
Morning
Harry could hardly eat since his stomach was squirming as he thought of what Ginny and Luna could possibly be talking about (if they're even talking, the monster in his chest growled).
His neck was getting sore from all the times he turned his head sharply towards the sound of the Great Hall doors swinging open, and he was disappointed to see anyone besides his girlfriend.
"She really does have you whipped, doesn't she?"
"What?" Harry said distractedly, turning back to face Ron, who was looking at him almost pityingly.
"She hasn't left the bloody school, you sod," Ron grumbled, "Just calm down and eat your food, before I steal it all."
"Yeah, right. You're right," said Harry, feeling embarrassed, but sure enough, the doors opened again and Harry spun around so hard his glasses almost fell off. Ron rolled his eyes.
But Harry didn't care, because he finally saw his gorgeous girlfriend, and she wasn't alone. She was accompanied by their (as Harry now realized) equally gorgeous Ravenclaw friend. They entered the hall with their faces close together, whispering and….giggling? They separated and Ginny made her way over to him. Harry looked back at his plate and tried his best to look casual, but as she sat down next to him, he saw her self-satisfied smirk out of the corner of his eye, and he knew she wasn't buying his act.
"So, er," said Harry, clearing his throat, "Things go okay with Luna?"
"Mmm," Ginny just grunted with a shrug, already biting into pieces of bacon.
Harry pressed his mouth into a thing line. She knew that he couldn't very well openly ask about what had been going on with Luna while sitting across from Ron, and she was enjoying torturing him.
But at that moment there was a loud cry of "Won-Won!" and Lavender descended onto her boyfriend, and for once Harry was extremely grateful to her for providing a nice distraction.
But before he could lean in and whisper into Ginny's ear, she beat him to it.
"Hey, can I borrow your map tonight?" she asked casually, but kept her voice low.
Harry was distracted by the seemingly random question, and then got a bit defensive. He guarded the Marauder's Map more than any other possession he had. It and the Invisibility Cloak were the only things he had left of his father. He loved Ginny more than anything, but he wasn't sure he could trust even her with something so important. Not without a good reason, at least.
"Um….what for?" Harry asked.
"Oh, I'd just like to keep an eye on you, make sure you're safe," she said innocently, but then her voice dropped to a whisper. "And if it's not too late when I see you leave Dumbledore's office, I want to be waiting for you."
Harry's heart leapt in his throat as a series of images flashed in his mind of Ginny lying on his bed waiting for him. Possibly wearing a set of sheer, sexy lingerie. Or possibly wearing nothing at all. Maybe getting so impatient and desperate for him that she starts touching herself.
All sentimental thoughts of Harry's heritage flew out of his brain.
"Yes, please," he mumbled, nodding his head vigorously, "You're welcome to take the map."
Ginny gave him an evil smile and Harry knew he wasn't going to be able to pay attention in classes today.
January 5th, 1997
Later that night
"You must be tired, Harry," said Dumbledore patiently.
Harry was startled from his thoughts. He had been wondering how the hell he was supposed to get this memory from Slughorn when Dumbledore had failed to. He hadn't truly noticed the abrupt dismissal from the headmaster.
"Er - right, sorry sir. Good night." Harry turned to leave.
"It would be wise to wear your Invisibility Cloak as you return to Gryffindor Tower," Dumbledore added, "it's already after hours, and I would prefer not to call attention to these lessons, and that includes explaining to Mr. Filch why he caught you wandering the halls."
Harry nodded and reached into his bag, but froze wide-eyed when he realized that he didn't have his cloak. He had never gotten it back from Ginny.
Dumbledore had noticed Harry's hesitation, and looked at him over his steepled fingers.
"I did advise you to keep your cloak on your person at all times, didn't I?"
Harry felt incredibly embarrassed. He had allowed himself to forget how dangerous things had gotten and how important listening to Dumbledore was, all because he had been shagging an amazing girl. He wondered if he'd ever be able to concentrate fully on anything else again.
"Sorry, Professor, I….I leant it to a friend," said Harry uneasily, "But you're right, it won't happen again."
There was a long silence as Dumbledore's blue eyes looked piercingly at Harry over half-moon spectacles, and Harry shifted uncomfortably, getting that familiar feeling of being x-rayed.
Dumbledore sighed and lowered his eyes. "You know Harry," he finally said, "Professor Snape is wrong about you."
Harry blinked, not sure what to say. That certainly hadn't been what he expected to hear.
"Sir?"
"He says that you're just like your father, and that you believe the rules don't apply to you. He's wrong. It's true that you've committed many infractions, but always for a good reason. Usually to defend yourself, to help a friend in need, or to do the right thing. You've rarely broken rules just for fun, like your father often did. That is why I had no problem entrusting you with his cloak. As ripe for mischief as such a device is, I know that you are a responsible person."
"Er….thank you, Sir," said Harry, very confused.
"However," Dumbledore looked back up at him, his eyes more mirthful than piercing, and the edges of his mouth were curving into a slight smile. "I do not think this school — nay, the world — is ready for a young woman like Ginevra Weasley to have possession of such an item. She may believe that her brothers' theatrics have overshadowed her talents and allowed them to go unnoticed, but they have not."
Harry exhaled with relief and tried very hard to stop a big, goofy grin from spreading across his face.
"You're right, Professor, that's probably like playing with fire. Very dangerous," said Harry.
"Very dangerous indeed," said Dumbledore. "Well, likely no harm done tonight. Just try not to cross paths with Peeves on the way back to your common room. Good night."
"Good night, Sir," said Harry, and again he turned to leave, but again Dumbledore's voice spoke up behind him, this time much softer.
"And Harry…."
Harry turned around one more time, and was surprised to see Dumbledore looking….sad, of all things.
"I am….happy for you to have found someone," said Dumbledore, "Someone to share this life with. You….you deserve it."
Harry was back to being uncomfortable again. Not only at the headmaster's earnest words about such a personal topic, but at the bittersweet tone in his voice.
"Er — thank you, Professor," said Harry, "I'm happy for it as well. Have a good night."
"Good night."
As he closed the study door behind him, Harry distinctly heard Phineas Nigellus say, "I can't see why the boy should be able to do better than you at securing that memory, Dumbledore."
"I wouldn't expect you to, Phineas," replied Dumbledore, and Fawkes gave a low, musical cry.
Harry passed the gargoyle at the bottom of the staircase and started making his way back toward Gryffindor Tower, practically breaking into a run as his worries about Slughorn's memory started fading and instead he remembered Ginny's promise. He reached the seventh floor landing and was almost to the Fat Lady.
"Out of bed, Potter!?" a gruff voice barked at him from behind.
Harry spun around, afraid he had done exactly what Dumbledore told him not to do and gotten into trouble with Filch. But he didn't see Filch anywhere, or anyone else for that matter.
Keeping his eyes peeled for any sign of movement, Harry quickly drew his wand.
That was when he heard a snort of laughter from a blank spot on the wall. Harry relaxed and lowered his wand.
"Yeah, yeah, very funny, Ginny."
He saw a mane of flaming red hair that seemed to light up the dark corridor materialize as his girlfriend slipped his Invisibility Cloak off her head.
"I'm sorry," she laughed, "You just looked so serious!"
"What are you doing out here?" he whisper-shouted, looking around nervously, "You knew I was coming back, what happened to waiting for me?"
"Ah, I never said I was going to wait for you in the dormitory," Ginny said cleverly. "I have a much better idea. Come on," she held up the cloak for him to join her under it.
Harry didn't know what could possibly be a better idea than shagging Ginny in his bed, but listening to her had never steered him wrong before, so he slipped underneath the cloak with her. She wasted no time in wrapping an arm around his waist, so he returned the favor by draping one over her shoulder. It really was easier to walk with multiple people under the cloak if you were willing to get extra friendly with them.
"So are you finally going to tell me what you and Luna talked about this morning?" he whispered. She had been teasing him about it all day.
"That is on a need-to-know basis, love."
Harry rolled his eyes.
Ginny led him past the portrait of the Fat Lady, further down the seventh floor corridor until Harry recognized the tapestry of Barnabus the Barmy.
"The Room of Requirement? That's where you're taking me?" asked Harry. He suddenly truly appreciated how much fun could be had with the room now that he had a girlfriend. This had to have been what it was made for. His mind was racing with things to ask the room for, so he could only imagine what Ginny's mind had thought of. "What do we ask for?"
"You don't ask for anything," Ginny told him sternly, "Just leave that to me. Just walk like a good boy and don't think about a thing."
They began walking back and forth along the wall underneath the cloak, Ginny muttering things just quiet enough so that Harry couldn't make them out, and he was trying to keep his mind blank by concentrating on the scent of Ginny's hair.
Finally, the door to the Room of Requirement appeared. Ginny slipped off the cloak, and Harry followed suit. She pressed her back up against the door and grinned at him.
"I'm tired of you trying to be a gentleman and making me be the slutty one, Potter. I'm going to make you let yourself loose once and for all. You're going to stop pretending you're not just as dirty as I am."
Harry gulped.
Ginny turned the latch behind her and pushed the door open. She took him by the hand and pulled him in.
Harry looked around him and saw an incredibly cozy setting. It was a spacious room, with thick carpets covering most of the floor. The only light in the room came from a high, merry fireplace on the opposite wall, and the dozens of candles that surround a single huge bed covered in an absurd number of pillows. Harry felt surrounded by warmth as soon as he stepped through the doorway, and his nose filled with the pleasant scent of incense. He heard gentle music playing, and when he looked to his left he saw a large harp sitting in the corner, magically playing itself and filling the whole room with a serene melody.
"Miss Weasley, you're spoiling me," laughed Harry as he looked around. He could definitely get used to this. His own twin bed in his dormitory would always pale in comparison to a bed made to be shared.
Ginny cupped his hands in his face, and for a moment stopped being playful. "You deserve everything here, Harry. I mean that"
She pulled him down and kissed him sweetly, but far too briefly for Harry's liking.
"But make no mistake, I'm going to enjoy this every bit as much as you," she told him, looking into his eyes very seriously, "So please just remember that, especially when you see the best thing in this room."
"There's something better?" Harry asked with interest, looking over the top of her head and scanning the room. He didn't see anything he didn't notice at first.
"Good evening, Harry," a dreamy voice said behind him.
Harry spun around to see Luna walking out from where she had been standing behind the door. His jaw dropped when he saw her. She was wearing the same spangled silver robes that she had worn when he took her to the Christmas party, but it looked like someone had taken a pair of shears to them. Instead of flowing down to the floor, they stopped abruptly over halfway up her milky thighs, and the neckline plunged practically to her belly, showing so much of her C-cup breasts that they barely covered each nipple. The top of her robes hung loosely off of her, threatening to fall to the side and show him all of her, but they were tied tightly around her waist with a red ribbon so they hugged her hourglass figure.
Her clothes weren't the only thing changed. She had clearly applied some special product to her hair, as it shone more than Harry had ever seen it, and she was wearing similar makeup to Ginny on Christmas morning, with smokey eyes and red lips.
Harry felt like he had been hit by a bludger. He had never been so starkly confronted with the fact that Luna was a woman, and he suddenly felt like a child looking at a supermodel, not his strange, unpopular friend of a year and a half.
He didn't know how long he stood there gawking like an idiot before he felt Ginny's finger touch under his chin and closed his mouth for him.
He suddenly remembered that his girlfriend was in the room, and he quickly looked back and forth between her cocky smile and Luna's demure one, feeling a lot like a trapped animal.
"So what do you think?" asked Ginny, as if she were showing him nothing more unusual than a new broom.
I think Dumbledore was right about you, thought Harry.
His prolonged silence was causing Luna to shift uncomfortably. "Harry, would you mind saying something?"
"Yeah, don't be rude!" Ginny scolded him.
Harry swallowed hard, and willed his mouth to form words, any words.
"Hi, Luna."
Harry cringed at himself. He should have stayed silent.
Luna and Ginny's expressions didn't change. They slowly turned their heads to look at each other, then burst into loud laughter, doubling over and clutching their sides.
"You have such a way with words, Love," Ginny teased him, "And I thought I was the poet."
"So….what are you doing here?" he asked Luna. It seemed fairly obvious what she was doing there, but if he spoke it out loud and it turned out he had misunderstood he would have to throw himself off the Astronomy Tower.
Ginny rolled her eyes. "Don't play dumb, Harry, everyone here knows about the dirty things you were saying last night."
Harry's eyes grew wide as he looked sideways at Luna.
"I was very happy to hear about it, Harry," said Luna, "I had concluded you didn't find me attractive, after the Christmas party."
"Yes, this poor girl was throwing herself at you," Ginny said, shaking her head at him, "but of course you had to be a noble prat and keep your hands off her."
"Because I wanted to be with you!" Harry defended himself.
"Excuses, excuses," said Ginny, waving her hand. She walked over to Luna and stood behind her. She sensually slid her hands around the blonde girl's waist, and Luna took in a sharp breath. Ginny rested her chin on Luna's shoulder, then turned her face to place light kisses up her neck and jaw and up to her ear. Luna's eyes became lidded and she instinctively tilted her head to give her friend better access.
Harry's mouth was gaping open again and he was so hard that it was a miracle he hadn't come in his boxers already.
Ginny took her lips from Luna's skin and stared daggered back at Harry. "So you're going to have a nice little do-over of the last night of term, and this time you're going to treat this pretty little thing as well as she deserves."
"...This is a trap," Harry breathed. He almost hoped that was true, since he was afraid of what the roaring monster in his chest might do if he fell off this cliff.
Ginny threw her head back and groaned. "Harry, what did I just say as we walked in here?" She spoke into Luna's ear, "What did I tell you? He never listens."
"You must be patient with him," said Luna pleasantly, "I believe a good deal of his blood is flowing away from his brain at the moment." She was smiling darkly at the bulge in Harry's pants, which did nothing to help the problem.
"Not only am I completely okay with this," Ginny told him, "I had to go to the bathroom four times today to touch myself while I thought about it. And I'll be damned if you blue ball me now, Potter."
Well, if she's really that excited about it, Harry thought, Just for Ginny. Just being a good boyfriend. Of course.
"So," said Ginny, and she moved her hands to gently push Luna toward Harry until he could smell her perfume. She smelled faintly of cool mint and lavender, the opposite of the warm, summery floral scent he associated with Ginny.
"Just go back in time," Ginny continued, "think back a few weeks, and after dealing with Slughorn all night, you've finally left the party and gotten a moment alone with your bombshell of a date…."
As Ginny spoke, she backed away from the other two and sat herself down in an armchair that had appeared. She leaned backward and looked expectantly at them, resting her chin in her hand like a judge watching a talent show.
"I had a wonderful time tonight, Harry!" Luna told him cheerfully. She entwined her fingers in his and Harry was struck by how much it didn't strike him. It felt like he had held her hand a hundred times before.
"I….had a good time too," smiling despite himself as he joined into the game. He tried to focus on just the conversation and not the fact that she was leading him closer to the bed. "Sorry I abandoned you to Slughorn's guests for a bit while I had to go pretend to be a sleuth."
"I didn't mind," said Luna shyly, "It's just part of your nature to worry about things that might harm people. It's quite attractive, actually."
"Um...thanks. You look really beautiful, by the way." Harry blushed and gave an unsure look over at Ginny, who snapped her fingers at him and pointed to keep his eyes on his "date."
"That's very kind of you to say," said Luna. Her normally serene voice shook with anticipation.
"It's not kind if it's a fact," said Harry gently. He turned to face her and for the first time allowed his eyes to take her in with no hesitation. There was still a part of him that was sure this was a dream, so he was going to make the most of it before he woke up.
"You know Luna," said Harry, taking both her hands and stepping even closer to her, "I know I asked you to the party just as a friend, but if you don't mind, I'd like to kiss you goodnight."
Feeling lightheaded, Luna nodded quickly. "I would like that, I've never kissed a boy before." Harry chuckled at her specific choice of words.
With the most gentle touch Luna had ever felt, Harry held her face in his hands and brushed her cheeks with his thumbs, like she was something precious that he was afraid would break. She looked up at him with big blue eyes, and for a moment Harry felt like he was floating in those eyes. They seemed to sparkle with a whole universe of stars, and if he wasn't careful he would fall into them forever.
So, Harry took a deep breath, and jumped.
He slowly bent down and brought her painted lips to his own. It was only a moment before Luna felt a shiver run through every muscle in her body and her knees grew weak. She couldn't stand on her own, she leaned into his chest for support and he quickly moved his hands to her back to hold her up. Luna draped her arms around his neck and hung off of him, pulling him down farther as their kiss heated up.
Luna entered blissful oblivion as she felt a sense of safety that she had only previously known when kissing Ginny. As much as she worked to love herself for who she was, Luna had always felt like there was something wrong with her, like an outsider. But none of that mattered, because Harry was kissing her. Harry could be kissing anyone, but he wanted to kiss her. He would always protect her, and not because of his instinct to protect everyone, but because he thought she was special.
Harry was in disbelief. There was no way Luna could be this good of a kisser if she had her first kiss yesterday. He imagined that she wouldn't be remotely unpopular if word got out how well she kissed, and the idea made him bitter. That there were people in this school who would take advantage of her. People who didn't appreciate her.
Harry released a growl into Luna's mouth and he possessively pulled her closer, not balking at the fact he knew she could feel his erection through what little she was wearing. He entangled one hand into her silky hair to press her lips even harder to his, and his other hand moved down to squeeze her enticing bum.
Luna gave a startled gasp and Harry took the chance to slip his tongue into her open mouth.
"Mmmm," Luna hummed happily as they slid their tongues together and revelled in the taste of each other. Luna was more aroused than she ever thought possible. She came close that first experience with Ginny, but that kiss fit with the Ginny that she knew. This side of Harry was something she had never seen before, something no one had seen before except his girlfriend. And, now, Luna Lovegood. This Harry being such a secret that he trusted h er with excited her even more.
Ginny didn't know whether to start aggressively fingering herself or to cry. Watching her boyfriend and her best friend passionately make out wasn't just hot (although it absolutely was insanely hot), it was beautiful. Harry cared about Luna so much. Ginny knew how much of a calming presence for Harry Luna was, and he was finally able to show her how much that meant to him, and Luna was finally being shown how amazing she was. The two of them couldn't be more different, but they fit together perfectly.
Harry didn't know how much time had passed before he gave Luna's bottom lip one last playful nibble and pulled back. For a moment, her eyes remained closed and she instinctively leaned forward after him, before coming back to Earth.
"Wow…." Luna moaned.
"Yeah," said Harry, "Wow."
"Um…" Luna stepped away from him, and looked shy again, "To thank you for my first date, Harry, I got you a Christmas present."
She started playing with the ribbon around her waist, the only thing keeping her robes closed. She looked at him, and her cool blue eyes were now smoldering. "Would you like to unwrap it?"
Harry's eyebrows shot up and he chuckled at the girl who usually spoke in blunt truths using flirty metaphors.
"Did I say something strange again?" she asked.
"No, no," said Harry quickly, "It's just, I don't think I've ever heard you use a double entendre before."
"Oh. It was Ginny's idea," she nodded over to their voyeur, who was grinning proudly from her seat. "What I meant was, I would like you to take my clothes off and have sex with me."
Luna's words weren't embarrassing Harry anymore, and he didn't need to be told twice. He eagerly reached forward and grabbed one of the ends of her ribbon. He pulled, and her robes fell entirely off of her.
She wasn't wearing anything underneath.
Seeing a suddenly-naked Luna momentarily shocked Harry back to his old self, but he was honestly too in awe to panic. Luna's body seemed to be carved from marble, her skin so milky and flawless that she seemed to shine, filling the dimly lit room with pale moonlight. The only color on her body was her pink nipples on two shapely tits, and a little slit of pink between her legs, which was already glistening wet.
Luna's core was burning with arousal as she saw the dark, naked lust on Harry and Ginny's faces. She had never thought of her body as something to be particularly proud of, but seeing the two most beautiful people she knew desire it so much filled her with a sense of power.
With her swell of confidence, she stopped just waiting for Harry to get things started.
In a flash, she pounced on him, returning the ferocity with which he kissed her ten times over. Her hands quickly went to the outline of his cock under his clothes and he groaned helplessly.
"Why are you still dressed, Harry?" she asked urgently into his lips, "Surely you know how this works." She quickly undid his own robes and was fumbling at the buttons of his shirt. A couple got stuck, and they had to stop their kissing to work on his clothes. Then, suddenly, there was a loud ripping noise and Harry's shirt lay in tatters on the floor.
Harry looked around, confused, until he saw Ginny sitting in her chair, her skirt removed, with one hand down her knickers, and the other hand pointing her wand at him, having just cast her cutting spell.
"Sorry," she gasped, as she continued to make wet noises while fingering herself, "I was getting impatient. Now fuck her."
Luna had her hands pressed to Harry's chest. She didn't really know what to do with them there, she had just needed to touch him as soon as she saw him. She had to know if he felt as lean and muscular as he looked. He seemed to read her mind as she scooped her up bridal-style, kissed her, and laid her down on the large bed. Her hair splayed around her head and she eagerly spread her legs, presenting herself to him.
He stepped back from her and never took his eyes off her as he tortured her by slowly kicking off his shoes, slowly undoing his trousers, and slowly pushing down his boxers.
When Luna finally saw his penis, her sex ached with need, but she also suddenly felt scared. It was bigger than she expected. Luna had touched herself before, but not with anything other than her own hands. Nothing like the thing swinging between Harry's legs had ever been inside her.
Harry noticed her unease, and hesitated as he stood over her.
"Are you alright, Luna?" he asked. "We don't have to if you don't want to—"
"No!" she said quickly, making him jump. "I mean, I want this more than anything, but….I'm afraid it might hurt."
"There's no reason to worry," Ginny spoke up, "Harry will make sure you feel good, it
only hurts for a second."
Luna took a deep breath. "Alright." Then, she looked back at her friend. "Ginny….will you lay down next to me?"
Ginny had wanted to give Harry and Luna a perfect first time on their own, but she couldn't resist a direct invitation. Her skirt and knickers were already on the floor and she had made a mess of the armchair. She leapt to her feet and shed herself of her blouse, until she too was completely naked. Harry was momentarily distracted by the girl he was more familiar with, looking Ginny up and down hungrily, still noticing more freckles.
"Focus, you," Ginny scolded him, and gave his bum a hard slap, which made him jump and laugh.
Ginny licked her lips as she took in Luna's form, before laying down on her back next to the virgin. She snaked her arm underneath Luna until her head was resting on Ginny's arm.
"This is going to be amazing, Lu," Ginny cooed into her ear. "I know it's a lot to take in, but that cock is going to rock your world. It's going to fill you up until you'll feel like you're about to burst, but you'll love it. Every moment it's not inside of you, you'll feel empty and long for it."
Luna let out a needy whine in her throat and opened her legs even wider. Ginny sneaked her hand down to Luna's swollen pussy and Luna moaned as two thin fingers entered her.
Far too soon, Ginny removed them, and they were dripping with her friend's juices. She licked her lips and very much wanted to see what Luna tasted like, but there was time for that later. She had a better idea.
She reached out and grabbed Harry's cock, smearing the wetness up and down his shaft.
"Feel that, baby?" Ginny moaned as Harry tried not to instantly come all over the girls. "That's how wet she is for you."
She gently tugged on him and led him by the cock onto the bed until he was kneeling in front of Luna. Ginny guided the head of his cock until it pressed against Luna's clit, and the virgin girl hissed at the sensation. Harry slid his length up and down against her wet folds, the sensation on the underside of his cock driving him crazy.
"Haaaarryyyyy…." Luna whined, "It's not kind to tease me. Please."
"Well, since you said please," said Harry.
"Oh…" was all she said, barely a whisper, as he finally pushed the tip of his cock into her, and felt such little resistance he felt like he was being drawn into her.
"Ah!" Luna let out a sharp cry as he hit her barrier, and Harry froze.
"Shhh…." Ginny soothed her. She offered Luna her hand and Luna grasped it for comfort. She looked back to Harry and nodded.
With one thrust, Harry tore through her hyman, and Luna cried out loudly and fisted the sheets in pain.
Harry started to panic and pull out of her.
"Don't move!" Ginny ordered him. "Just give her a second."
After a few moments, the initial pain started to fade, and Luna started to enjoy the feeling of Harry inside her. She started instinctively twitching her hips upward, chasing the feeling of him sliding along her inner walls. He was happy to follow her lead, and he started sawing in and out of her at a gentle pace.
"Oooooh Harry yes," Luna closed her eyes and moaned. She knew that Ginny was right, she was going to miss this every day she wasn't getting it. As Harry stretched her out, Luna felt like a missing part of her body had been returned.
Harry's eyes were closed and the veins in his neck were bulging as he fucked Luna more and more passionately. He wanted her first time to be good, but he didn't know how he was going to last long. Sex with Luna was like nothing else. She was so wet for him he glided in and out of her with ease, but her little pussy was practically squeezing the life out of him. He looked down and could see her pussy lips gripping the length of his cock as he thrust back and forth.
"Fuck Luna you're so tight," he grunted.
The implication wasn't lost on Ginny that he meant Luna was tighter than her, but that just turned her on even more. Her boyfriend was losing his mind fucking their friend and she had served her up to him.
Harry knew that he should be gentle, but he was beginning to lose control. He gripped Luna by the hips and pulled her towards him with every thrust, driving deeper into her pussy until she was sure he was going to split her in half, but she never wanted him to stop.
As Harry fucked Luna harder, her full breasts started bouncing with each thrust. Ginny couldn't take her eyes off of them. It wasn't just that she was attracted to Luna's body. It was the knowledge that Harry — her Harry — was doing this to this body, turning this girl into trembling puddy in his hands, with bouncing tits, bucking hips, and a never-ending moan escaping her mouth.
Ginny shifted downward and, in another first for her, took one of the other girl's nipples into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it, and kneaded the other breast with her hand.
"OH YES!" Luna cried even louder.
Seeing Ginny pleasure Luna snapped Harry's self-control and he started fucking Luna even harder. But as erotic as the sight was, he could no longer see Luna's breasts.
"You're blocking the view, Gin," Harry grunted.
Ginny released Luna's nipple from her mouth with a pop and turned around to playfully glare at her boyfriend.
"Don't be selfish, this was my idea. And what can I say? I'm a tits girl." She returned to her ministrations. It was true, tits really were amazing things.
Harry and Ginny's double assault of pleasure was quickly becoming too much for Luna to handle. Her mind was being pulled apart by so many sensations, and a tension in her core was building that told her her climax was close.
"Oh, I'm...I think I'm going to…."
"Come for us, Luna," Ginny cooed. She reached down and started rubbing Luna's clit, in tandem with Harry's cock continuing to plunder her.
Harry thought that his girlfriend had been acting entirely too cocky, so he removed one hand from Luna's hips and quickly hooked two fingers into Ginny's pussy, and started moving them in time with his hips bucking into Luna.
Ginny's whole body jolted with surprise and pleasure, but when she saw Harry looking at her confidently with a raised eyebrow, daring her to take back control, she melted and surrendered to the pleasure he was giving her. She had been riled up for hours, so it took mere seconds until she was just as close as Luna.
The two women held onto each other for dear life as they approached their climax. Just as the first waves of pleasure crashed over them, Luna turned her head and looked into Ginny's eyes. The blonde let out a loud scream of pleasure that was cut off by the redhead crashing their lips together in a bruising kiss. They released muffled screams into each other as they rode out their orgasms, Ginny still furiously rubbing Luna's clit, with the latter just completely swept away in pleasure.
Harry didn't mind them focusing on each other during an orgasm that he had given them. On the contrary, finally seeing Ginny and Luna kiss like lovers after thinking about it for over a day, with the feeling of Luna cumming around his cock, pushed him over the edge.
"Fuck, LUNA!" he cried out. With one last thrust, he sheathed himself all the way into her pussy and exploded rope after rope of cum deep into places Luna didn't even know she had. He fell forward and Luna broke her kiss with Ginny just in time to replace it with Harry. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck and desperately tried to pull him even deeper into her. The feeling of his cock pumping inside her and the warm feeling spreading in her womb was the most erotic thing she had ever felt. It sent an aftershock of pleasure through her and all her muscles twitched around him. She could do nothing but hold him and kiss him until her body finally went limp.
For a time, Harry stayed prone on top of Luna, stroking her hair and kissing her neck, until he was sure she was done, then sat back up, his softening cock still inside her.
Ginny pounced on him, kissing him fiercely in a way that told him that this weird night didn't change anything about how much she loved him and wanted him. After snogging her boyfriend for a few minutes with him inside another woman (an idea that still drove her wild), she pulled back and wagged a finger at him.
"Now, what have we learned?" she asked, doing her best impression of McGonagall.
"Always listen to Ginny," he recited.
"That's right." She gave him another little kiss as a reward.
They both looked back down at Luna, who seemed to be in a trance and staring off into space.
"Is….she okay?" mumbled Harry.
"Of course she's not okay," Ginny swatted his arm, "you've ruined her, you animal."
Harry finally pulled out of Luna. The room wasn't cold, but the air felt freezing compared to the tight warmth of Luna's pussy.
Luna blinked and actually recognized her surroundings again. Her eyes locked with Harry's.
"That was….cosmic," the now non-virgin told her lover, "Thank you so much, Harry."
"Eh-hem," Ginny cleared her throat and smirked at the other girl.
"Oh of course, thank you as well, Ginny, it was very kind of you to share."
"Hmmm…" mused Ginny thoughtfully. She traced a fingertip down Luna's chest and belly, and even in her post-orgasmic stupor Luna squirmed and reacted to her friend's touch.
"You know," said Ginny, "I said I would share my boyfriend's cock, not his cum."
Luna frowned in confusion. "What?"
Ginny's finger reached the spot between Luna's legs, where Harry's cum was still leaking out of the girl. Ginny scooped up a bit of it with her finger and smeared it all over Luna's folds, sending a jolt from her oversensitive clit throughout her whole body.
"This cum, it belongs to me," Ginny explained. "I want it back."
She took Luna by the wrists and guided her until her blonde hair was splayed all over the pillows at the head of the bed. Ginny climbed on top of her and kissed her forcefully. Luna completely submitted and allowed her friend's weight to press her down into the mattress, feeling somehow completely enveloped by Ginny's small body.
Ginny's kisses moved from Luna's lips down her neck, spent several moments returning to her breasts, before continuing down the girl's pale stomach.
Finally, Ginny reached her target, and her world became the smell of a mixture of male and female cum. She dove into Luna's pussy and eagerly lapped up the drops of semen that Luna was positively filled with. She recognized the taste of Harry, and could also detect a new taste, a taste she liked very much. She wanted more of it, to find the source, so she stuck her tongue out and began fucking Luna with it. She licked and sucked every drop of Harry she could find and eagerly swallowed it, and only became more aggressive when she started tasting Luna more.
"HOLY FUCKING SHIT!" Luna screamed at the ceiling. Her sensitive pussy was so stimulated it was almost painful, her spread legs were already shaking from Ginny's assault.
Ginny chuckled at the very un-Luna like profanity.
"Language, Lu," she said playfully. "So tell me, who fucks you better?"
Luna froze at the question. Even if her brain were capable of thinking at the moment, she didn't want to say anything to offend either of them.
"Well it's — guh — hard to say definitively," Luna struggled to get out as Ginny switched to fingering her, "a penis — ah! — reaches much deeper, but a tongue can make much more delicate movement — oooooooohhhhh — it's really too small of a sample size to draw a conclusion."
"I can use my tongue too…." Harry mumbled, kneeling beside them and stroking himself. The sight of his girlfriend eating pussy like it was her job already had him nearly hard again.
"You already had your turn," said Ginny, slapping his thigh, "Besides, she's right, we won't know for sure until we repeat this experiment many times."
The idea of this night becoming a regular thing finished the job, and Harry was now rock-hard again. Ginny was lying on her chest as she returned to pleasuring Luna, but her knees were bent and her back was arched, so that her ass was raised high up into the air.
Harry felt like his girlfriend needed to be taken down a peg again, so without giving her any warning, he maneuvered himself until he was standing on his knees behind her, lined his cock up with her entrance, and hilted himself all the way into her in one thrust.
Ginny's scream was muffled into Luna's cunt, then turned into low, evil laughter. It was about damn time Harry picked up on her invitation, she had been a moment away from charming a series of arrows onto her skin leading to her holes, labelled, "insert here."
Harry drank in the sight in front of him. Ginny and Luna were like completely different flavors of sweets that worked well together. The flawless moonlight glow of Luna's skin clashed beautifully with Ginny's constellations of freckles and hair the color of the setting sun.
He had never taken Ginny from behind before, and found her naked back just as erotic as her front, her messy hair tumbling down it. He grabbed her by the hips and started fucking her hard, not taking his time like he did with Luna. Ginny's tits weren't quite big enough to move the way Luna's did when he fucked her, but her ass bounced just fine as Harry watched his cock disappear inside her.
"Mmmh! Mmmh! Mmmh! Mmmh!" Ginny moaned into Luna's pussy with each thrust from her boyfriend. She was in paradise, experiencing the best of both worlds.
"I'm not distracting her, am I Luna?" Harry asked cockily, "Let me know if her performance suffers."
"Oh no," Luna shook her head, "she's a wonderful multitasker."
"Mmm I'm right where I belong, between a cock and a pussy!" Ginny moaned loudly, "I love both of my ends being used like the slut that I am!"
Luna was about to object, but Harry growled and fucked Ginny even harder, and Luna became incapable of saying anything.
Luna could feel every one of Harry's thrusts, as the vibrations of Ginny's moans mixed with her tongue flicking over Luna's clit and sent her barreling towards another orgasm. Harry drove Ginny forward into Luna with every motion, and it was like he was fucking Luna without even touching her, his power and affection toward her being amplified by traveling through the girl they both loved.
What finished Luna off was when both Harry and Ginny looked up at her at the same time. Luna fell into those beautiful green and brown eyes, each enchanting on their own, as they stared piercingly and hungrily at her. Both her lovers were intense, passionate people, and they were turning that focus on pleasuring her.
Luna let out a piercing scream and grabbed Ginny by the back of her head. Her pale fingers twisted into red hair as she shoved Ginny's mouth against her pussy as hard as she could, until her nose was buried into her clit and she couldn't breathe. Her thighs clamped around Ginny's head and spasmed violently as a tidal wave of pleasure crashed over her and her eyes crossed. Her orgasm ran away from her so fast that she grew frightened, but could do nothing to ride it out as she squirted for the first time all over Ginny's face.
Seeing Luna come so completely undone still drove Harry crazy, and he fucked Ginny with new ferocity, the loud sounds of their hips slapping together filling the room. Mere seconds later he reached his peak and came in his second girl of the night, not stopping as he fucked her straight through his orgasm.
The feeling of two of her holes being filled with cum at the same time pushed Ginny over the edge herself. She was being so roughly handled from both ends that she couldn't move on her own accord, and just twitched and jerked in pleasure as Harry and Luna continued their tug-of-war over her body. Even as their two orgasms subsided and they released their grips on her, she continued to get rocked by her own body, until she rolled over onto her back, and she lost all sensation and floated in nothingness.
She didn't know how long she was out, but Ginny woke to the sounds of wet kissing. She opened her eyes and looked around, and saw Harry and Luna lounging on the pillows, completely entwined in each other and slowly, sensually kissing. Harry was gently stroking her back and running his fingers through her hair as he held her.
They looked so content and peaceful cuddling together that Ginny didn't want to disturb them. She just lay and watched them for a bit before Harry noticed that she was awake.
"Look who decided to join the land of the living," he said with a smirk. Ginny gave him the finger.
She finally willed her very sore body to move, and crawled until she was laying on the opposite side of Luna. Ginny and Harry reached out their arms until they held each other around Luna, and their friend was firmly smushed between them.
"I don't know about you, Lu," said Ginny, her eyelids getting heavy, "but I doubt that I'll be able to walk straight tomorrow, thanks to this barbarian."
"Yes, my whole lower body is rather sore," said Luna dreamily, "but it also feels...pleasant. It's strange, that pain can be pleasant."
Ginny chuckled and stroked Luna's hair. "You get used to it."
Luna's stomach fluttered at the idea of doing this often enough to get used to it.
"Sorry about that," mumbled Harry.
"No you're not," said Ginny.
"No, I'm not."
The three of them laughed softly.
"I am sorry that you weren't able to visit the Burrow during Christmas break," said Harry.
"Uh, yes," sighed Ginny, "I thought that Harry and I had a brilliant Christmas, but we really missed our chance to make it the best Christmas ever."
"But we didn't miss that chance," said Luna.
Harry and Ginny sat up a bit to look at her.
"Unless we've been here longer than I thought," explained Luna, "Oh, yes, see? It's still before midnight," she pointed to a clock that had appeared on the wall, which read half an hour before twelve, "so it's still the fifth of January, the twelfth day of Christmas."
Harry grinned. "Excellent point, Luna. It's official, then: Best Christmas Ever."
Ginny turned Luna's chin to face her. "Merry—"
She gave Luna a deep kiss. "—Christmas—"
She leaned over Luna to kiss her boyfriend. "—to us."
She dug her fingers into black and blonde hair and guided her lovers' lips together. After enjoying the show, she released them, and the three of them settled back into each other's embrace, and drifted off to sleep.
There's going to be another break in this story now. I've got some stuff I need to update on my non-smut account, then I'm going to write the next chapter of "How They're Made" (James)