Harry Potter and the Gregarious Grinder

It was well past the last period of classes for the day. Harry Potter found himself in the midst of a precarious situation. He had found himself nearing the end of the final day before break, and he had yet to complete his shop project.

Professor Toolbury had allotted Harry extra time for his project on account of Ron's recent passing due to feline anal expansion. Unfortunately the event had left a different taste in Harry's mouth, a taste that was a little salty, and reminded him slightly of pennies. He couldn't focus on his woodworking because he just wanted to work on his wood. His erection. He scanned his surroundings, finding himself to be the only one there.

He thought about jerking off, but he knew that he had no lube. Harry had developed a preference of lubed masturbation throughout the years, so he knew he wouldn't have an awesome nut if he free handed it dry. Then suddenly the door opened. It was Luna Lovegood. More like Luna Lovedick if Harry had anything to do it. Harry laughed awkwardly hard at this wordplay he had just thought up. Luna stared at him visibly uncomfortable.

"H-hey, Harry. I'm sorry about Ron. My father wrote a story or two about feline anal expansion in the Quibbler. I know it's a rough way to go." She said while speaking progressively faster as if she was too nervous to talk calmly.

"It's kosh with me, Luna." Harry said, trying to sound cool.

"So what are you working on?" She asked trying to change the subject, and brush past that painful comment.

"Oh, it's my shop midterm. Professor Toolbury gave me more time to work on it." Harry replied.

"I figured that. You're in the shop class after all. What else would you be doing? I meant what is it?" Luna shot back fiercely.

Harry recoiled at the harsh tone that he could only take as personally.

"I didn't know you used some Burning BitterBitch Balm today." Harry thought because he was too much of a coward to say it to her face. He would post this online tonight, and tell people he actually said it to her. He felt so fucking cool.

"Oh...it's a bat for Wizard Baseball." He said meekly.

"I love Wizard Baseball!" She exclaimed with a wide smile. "What's your favorite team?"

"I'm fond of the Philadelphia Magic PhilliesTM." Harry responded, not bothering to ask Luna who her favorite team was.

"I think they're pretty good. I like the Billbilly BurtbortsTM." Luna responded anyway.

"Oh cool." Harry said, not that interested. He instead thought about how stupid that name was, but it made sense because it sounded like some dumbass shit a children's book author would come up with.

"You know what I like better than Wizard Baseball though, Harry?" Luna asked.

"What?"

"Taking DICK" Luna shouted louder than the Weird Sister's magic speakers that blared their shitty music at the Yule Ball.

Harry's eardrums bled a little from the noise, but he also had sprouted a nice erect wand from the subtle implication of Luna's words. Professor Sprout would have been proud.

"Would you fancy a snog, Luna?" Harry said gesturing his arms out with a shrug and a smile.

"I'd fancy that hog, Harry." Luna said very plainly. "By hog, I mean that meaty fucking sopping cottage cheese squirting ass dick, Harry. I'm the Ritz CrackerTM, and I want you to whizz that dick cheese all over me, and up inside me!"

Harry wasn't entirely sure if she was giving him the go ahead or not.

"May I remove your knickers?" He said timidly.

"Go ahead." She said shyly like the totally innocent, girl next door she was.

So Harry undressed her. He expected her pubes to be a crisp, golden blonde. He was pleasantly disappointed. He was greeted with incredibly dark, jet black pubes. They were thick and coated her

entire pubic region and most of her inner thighs.

"Carpets don't match the drapes, huh?" Harry asked calmly, keeping his cool.

"I have some residual lycanthropy from Professor Lupin, I hope that's alright." She said nervously.

"It's alright. I'm not disappointed at all." Harry said while clearly lying. He then dove right in there with an eager shout; "It's dinner time!"

Luna shuddered in enjoyment.

"He has his mother's eyes, and his father's tongue." Luna's father's words resonated in her mind.

"Harry, how did you get so good?"

"I had a little practice, and then Ron died." Harry said seductively.

This only sloshed Luna's galoshes even more. She was outputting more liquid than Harry could take in. It was like Harry was in a Gatorade commercial with the most unfruity flavor of Gatorade possible. Harry pulled back for a moment to check out how totally into it Luna was. His hair was soaked, and the top half of his wizarding robes were twice the weight they once were because of all the polyjuice.

"Why'd you stop?" She asked, attempting to look shy and seductive with her finger resting over her lips.

This made Harry's wand harder than the dilemma that Snape had on whether or not he should betray Dumbledore.

"Godric in the streets, Salazar in the sheets." Harry said not answering her question.

This was so lame that it plugged up the flood for Luna for the instant that Harry dove back in. Then like that part in Star Wars, it was like Harry was in a desert. His tongue brushed the sides, and he could feel his tongue get cut on how coarse and rough it was down there. Thankfully Luna was pretty desperate for chosen one dong, so she was able to break the levees pretty quickly. Harry's blood was washed away by the sudden influx of juices.

Harry proceeded to do this for another 3 hours. Luna enjoyed most of it aside from the few times she thought about that line he said before. Finally, Luna was prepped.

"Are you ready for a ride?" Luna said while tilting her head side to side with slight rotation as if to look more magical or some shit.

"Sounds good." Harry said weakly with the sorest tongue to grace Hogwart's Halls.

Harry fell back on the table, and let his dick do the talking. It stood there 12 cm, absolutely towering anything shorter than the table in the shop class that wasn't taller than 12 cm. Luna got on the table too, and took a squat. Then she held out both hands in front of her, and revved them like she was riding a motorcycle. She did this to be funny, and hoped that Harry would remember that she referenced a hog earlier. He didn't. It didn't matter to Harry though, his wand was ready for some magic.

Luna began bouncing pretty aggressively on Harry's spell caster. Her tailbone lacked much cushioning unfortunately, so her boney ass slammed Harry's sorcerer's stones repeatedly. The pain was slight, but significant. This helped Harry out though because the pain kept him from premature ejaculation which was a severe issue Harry dealt with in a lot of previous sex ventures. Then, the doors opened again.

It was Neville Longbottom. He had just asked Luna Lovegood on a date, and she said yes. She was the love his life, or so he thought.

"Luna! I'm sorry, I didn't expect you to be in here." Neville said, shocked. He was heartbroken, but also hopeful to join in as some form of consolation.

"Get out of here Neville you fucking bitch loser!" Luna screamed like a witch. "You're not half the man Harry Potter is. He's the chosen one, and I've chosen to fuck the shit out of him." She flipped him off, twin birds bouncing in the sky.

Neville looked down sadly.

"OK. See you around, Harry."

"See you later, Neville." Harry said cheerfully.

Luna must have really enjoyed laying that fire on Neville Loserbottom because she started to really slam and jam on Harry's wand.

"Is this rad or what?" Luna shouted while twirling her blouse she had just taken off.

"Yeah, pretty cool I guess." Harry said, half nervous and half thinking about how much better Mcgonagall was. He was also reflecting on how she didn't slam his Mcgonaballs so hard.

Luna could tell that Harry was nowhere near finishing, so she decided to mix it up.

"I've got an idea, Harry." She said while springing up.

Harry got up, and noticed that his balls were a darkened and battered purple now.

"Check it out!" She said gesturing to the other side of the room.

It was the Dong Guan Shi Muchuan Industrial© 2HP Plastic Grinder Machine with 30-50 kg/h Grinding Capacity. The grinder that Professor Toolbury had as a memento from his days as an injection molding factory worker.

"Wouldn't it be totally wicked to get a blowjob while that thing was running, Harry?" Luna said as deeply, and seductively as possible.

"So wicked."

The two plugged in the grinder into the wall, and opened the top to make sure that there was no large pieces in there that would mess with the start up. They then pushed the button . They were greeted with a loud whirring. Luna climbed up the grinder to get to the top of the hopper area. She then motioned Harry over to climb it too. He did.

"Get ready for a wicked blow job, Harry." She said.

"What?!" He said, not hearing her over the grinder.

"GET READY FOR A WICKED BLOWJOB, HAR-" Luna shouted.

She couldn't finish because she was so excited for the sex act that she had lubed up the top of the hopper, and she slipped. There was an immediate sound of crunching bone, and tearing flesh. The grinder howled and whirred like a grinder with too much human body in it. Harry's wand almost shrunk from shock. But it didn't.

"OH MY GOD! HELP ME!" Luna screamed.

"Oh no! I'll press the emergency stop!" Harry screamed back, strangely still erect.

"No! Help me by getting that dick over here." She said in a sultry tone while being torn apart from the bottom.

Harry shrugged, and found a stool nearby. After dragging it while listening to the sound of Luna's body being ripped apart, but not by his wand, he managed to give himself enough height to reach the girl's mouth who had long since descended to a closer range. He stretched out his pelvis as far as he could, and Luna started blowing him. It was a little rough for Harry to enjoy it because he could smell the burning flesh, and hot metal of the metal blades. Soon enough the grinder screeched as it finally clogged up. Luna was half destroyed, but she kept on sucking with an incredible determination. She had to finish this before she died, otherwise she'd be a ghost in Hogwarts.

"I'd be Half-Blown Luna if I stop now." She thought to herself while getting throat battered.

Luna grew even more pale than normal because of the blood loss. Harry was horrified, but he knew he had to try really hard to finish for her sake. He closed his eyes and thought about when he munched on Mcgonagall's magic box. The thought alone let him bust within seconds.

Luna felt that cum fill her insides, and it spilled out from the opening where her abs used to be. She knew that at this point she was as pale as the cum.

"Thank ye, Harry." She said in a dying whisper.

Harry hopped off the grinder, and reflected on what just happened. He nodded with a smile of satisfaction.

"That was pretty wicked after all, Luna." He said with tears streaming down his smiling face.

Pretty Wicked.