The Lust of Gryffindors

Chapter 49: Luna's Lesson

Hermione couldn't resist a little smile as she wrote the last word of her essay. She hadn't really been focused on the work. It was a review of things they had covered months ago. The teachers were using the last six weeks before OWLs to emphasize everything that might appear on the tests.

Instead, she was musing on this afternoon's conversation with Cho. She and Harry had made quite an impression on Ravenclaw's club a few nights ago. Some were in awe of them. Others were disgusted. All had been surprised at their willingness to engage in the most carnal of sex acts in front of the whole room.

It wasn't clear what Anthony Goldstein thought. He hadn't met her eyes after Charms today. She had only slept with him once that night, at the very beginning. At some point he had slipped away. Did that mean he was appalled by her behavior? It was possible, even if he delighted in fucking her privately in the prefects' bath.

The Ravenclaws, it was now evident, didn't actually have a sex club. Not like Gryffindor's. They had a room where members could meet discreetly to hook up with each other. It was like a library with beds. No one socialized in groups or celebrated special occasions. No one walked around nude. Most of all, no girl ever laid down and accepted one boy after another, and especially not with the curtains open, inviting all to watch.

After two years of shameless indulgence in the Pride, their prudishness came as a surprise. They wore dressing gowns, for Merlin's sake.

Perhaps it was because their club consisted almost entirely of purebloods. Either way, she decided she didn't care what they thought of her. The Hermione of long ago would have been mortified. The new one was unafraid to own her desires. It helped that there were magical contracts involved, but God, it was thrilling to remember the looks of awe and lust she had inspired. They knew she was a proud slut, and she and Harry had successfully coaxed them into embracing a little debauchery.

Thank Merlin the Hat had listened to her pleas to be sorted into Gryffindor. She might have become a totally different person elsewhere, and she liked herself now.

Cho had laughed and laughed at the scandal they caused. Ravenclaw's club would probably get a lot more interesting soon. That or they would never be invited back. She wasn't certain she wanted to return anyway. Her curiosity had been satisfied.

It was a shame Hufflepuff didn't have a club. They were a natural fit for Gryffindors—a warm and friendly house meshed well with bold, open-minded students who loved to have fun. Someone had allowed their club to die out. She vowed she wouldn't let that happen to the Pride. It was a special place, and needed to continue forever.

The idea of having visitors from other houses next year was appealing. If everyone agreed on it, it would be easy to sneak them in through the Room of Requirement. The numbers would have to be limited though. The Pride was a Gryffindor sanctuary, and should remain so. But if friendships could be cultivated with the right people, it could go some way toward establishing better relations with all the houses. Perhaps her ambitions should extend beyond reforming Slytherin.

The more she learned about magical society, the more she became aware of the divisions within it. Much of it started at Hogwarts and got reinforced outside it. It wasn't healthy for people with identical drives and personalities to end up in the same damn house. They were never exposed to different attitudes or values, and were taught to disdain those who held them. The founders had inadvertently created a recipe for stagnation and distrust.

No wonder Voldemort had found it so easy to find followers. He didn't actually seek to change anything. He sought only personal power, but knew how to set one tribe against another by exploiting existing prejudices. There was no way to remove such divisions through student sex clubs, but perhaps they could create a foundation of trust that would continue after they'd left Hogwarts. Close connections with people like Greengrass, Davis, Parkinson, and Bulstrode could be invaluable. Over time, they might just nudge magical society in the right direction.

She planned to ask Beatriz Azevedo about it this summer. The witch had decades of experience with the psychology of sex, not to mention the personal physical mystery they both wanted to unravel.

It was a thought for later. For now, she had her hands full. There was a looming confrontation with Voldemort, and the only thing that kept her sane was Harry's confidence that everything would work out. She could do little more than support him emotionally while he brooded and waited and trained.

It was awful to feel so helpless.

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Harry grabbed Neville's hand as it hovered over the potion. "Not yet, Nev. We don't stir until it turns light green."

"Oh, right. Sorry."

Both relaxed and stared at the potion, waiting for the proper moment to stir. Harry's eyes flitted toward Snape. He was standing in the corner of the room, watching the students in silence. Potions class was much less chaotic with the absence of Malfoy and Nott. Zabini mostly kept to himself. Crabbe and Goyle were too stupid to deliver real taunts, and the girls were mostly a well-behaved group. His potions skills had improved as a result. Snape had responded by partnering him with Neville, probably hopeful that it would drag down his grade.

Hermione had volunteered to work with Bulstrode so Parkinson could work with Zabini. Snape had eyed her suspiciously, but allowed them to proceed. The two hadn't had any issues patrolling together, and Hermione was no doubt already sowing the seeds of friendship with the girl, if that was even possible. He was less optimistic about making changes in Slytherin house, but her idea was worth pursuing. At least if she were subtle about it. Daphne and Tracey would know in a second if Hermione tried to manipulate them.

He couldn't help but notice that Snape's elbow was crooked behind his back, hiding his hand. When it was at his side, a little tremor ran through it. It was likely the result of torture, and the thought made him shiver. Voldemort was no doubt liberal with the cruciatus if his demands weren't met, and he had demanded that Snape heal all of his returned followers immediately.

Snape's eyes met his, and he quickly returned his attention to the potion. It turned the proper color, and Harry motioned for Neville to stir.

"Remember, three times only. Counter-clockwise."

"Got it."

Both boys watched the potion turn a deeper shade of green. Harry grabbed three freshly-diced rat spleens and held them over the cauldron, silently counting down from thirty. He felt Snape approach. The man loomed over them. Neville stiffened, but Harry ignored him and dropped in the ingredients at exactly the right time.

He looked up to find Snape regarding him with a cold, blank expression.

"I do hope you're paying attention, Potter," he said lowly. "One poorly-prepared ingredient could cause the whole potion to explode. Everyone here—everyone—could be hurt by your incompetence."

"That won't happen, Professor," he said confidently. "My ingredients are diced perfectly and ready to go."

"So you say. We shall see soon, won't we?"

Snape's black eyes stared into his. Harry knew they weren't just talking about a potion. The man glanced down at his cauldron, and noted that it was bubbling properly as it absorbed the properties of the rat spleens.

He sneered and move on. Neville breathed a sigh of relief. The confidence he had gained in the Pride had translated into every aspect of his life except one: Snape's class.

Harry watched the back of the Professor's black robes as he examined the work of Lavender and Parvati. Snape had mostly ignored him this term. It was a welcome change. Without Malfoy taunting him, the Head of Slytherin had less reason to interfere in his life. He didn't treat him with respect—that was likely impossible, since his name was Potter—but there was less open hostility of late.

He hoped that meant that Snape was actually on their side. There was still a tattoo on his arm, and betraying Voldemort might mean his death. He wasn't certain what the Dark Mark could do.

Nor was he certain how much Snape knew. With the way Dumbledore trusted him, probably everything. Hopefully the old man had enough sense to conceal the prophecy from him. That might tempt Snape to deliver him up on a silver platter. Harry hated how much they seemed to be depending on him. Whatever planning was happening behind the scenes, it was likely relying on Snape's information. Dumbledore had been indignant at Harry's suggestion that they ensure his loyalty with truth serum. It seemed the potion wouldn't work on him anyway, but if he had been in charge, he wouldn't be able to swallow his mistrust of the man.

He took a deep breath, trying to relax. They had another five minutes to wait before it was time to stir the potion again. Harry decided to go blow something up in the Room of Requirement after class. There was a knot of anxiety in his stomach that periodically showed up whenever he thought about the coming confrontation. It was terrible not knowing when he might be called on. Dumbledore refused to give him details, citing operational security. He vowed to avoid alcohol and be ready at all times, even if the call came in the middle of the night.

He could sense that all the chess pieces were nearly in place.

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Several days later, he was relaxing in the Pride when Ginny approached his couch. She sat down next to him with a mischievous grin on her face.

"Harry Potter. You've been a dirty boy."

"Probably so, but I don't know what dirty act you're referring to."

She leaned in close, so they wouldn't be overheard. "Fucking a flock of Ravenclaws now? Are we not enough for you?"

Harry laughed and almost confirmed her suspicions, but a little jolt reminded him that he had signed a contract. It was far less subtle than the Pride contract's reminder.

He winked at her instead. "I can neither confirm nor deny that certain Ravenclaws had an evening they'll never forget. What makes you think something happened?"

"Luna."

"Luna? But she wasn't, er—"

"She knows what happens in their secret room, apparently, even though she's not a member. She might be a bit strange, but not much gets by her."

"Oh."

"Don't worry. She won't say anything. I'm assuming you had to sign a contract?"

"Maybe. I can't say much."

Ginny smirked. "Are we going to have an interhouse party, or is that just the privilege of The-Boy-Who-Lived and his loyal lieutenant?"

"Look at you. You were terrified of Gryffindors not so long ago, and now you want to shag Ravenclaws?"

"I'm just curious."

"I don't think you'd enjoy spending an evening with very many Ravenclaws. They aren't nearly as fun as we are. Downright dull, in comparison. Maybe next year."

"Damn, what a shame. Is Michael Corner a member?"

"Your ex? I barely know who that is, but I don't think I've seen him recently."

"I'll take that as a no."

"Why the interest? Are you trying to embarrass me so I'll stop teasing you about your brothers?"

Her face flushed. "I told you to stop that."

He laughed. "It's okay, Gin-Gin. Your secret fantasy is safe with me."

She thumped him hard in the leg. "Shut up. I came to ask you for a favor, or maybe offer you a gift. Now I'm reconsidering."

"Okay, I'll be serious. What's going on?"

"It's about Luna."

"What about her?"

"I know you don't really know her. She's a sweet girl, even if she believes in some crazy things. I'm trying to be a better friend to her."

"Okay?"

"She's never had any, er, attention from boys. She somehow knows I started having a lot of sex, and she was asking me about it."

"Uh oh."

"I didn't hint anything about the Pride, but Merlin, I swear Luna just knows things she has no way of knowing. Anyway, she said something and…"

She trailed off and bit her lip. Harry frowned. "What? You can just say it."

"She was asking about you. She said you were kind to her."

"I tried to be. She was wandering the halls in a bloody nightgown. I thought you and Cho sorted that out."

"We did. This is about something else. I'm not suggesting that she join the Pride—she'd probably freak everyone out—but I thought, maybe, you'd be interested in spending some time with her."

"Oh, Merlin. It feels like I have half the school trying to sleep with me, Gin, and I've got a lot on my mind."

"Half the school? Who else are you shagging?"

"No comment."

"Right. I'd guess you were the one who brought Bones in here, based on the way she looks at you. She's about as subtle as Goyle."

Harry smiled but didn't answer.

"I'm just asking you to consider it, okay? Luna is still lonely in Ravenclaw, and she's curious, and I can tell she'd like to have some sort of experience. Not sex, just fooling around. I know you would treat her well."

He sighed. "So this is doing her a favor? Did she ask to hook up with me?"

"Not exactly. But if you agree, I'll run it by her. She got all wistful last night asking me questions about sex, and what it's like to be kissed by a boy. We, er, kind of kissed when we were little, but that was years ago."

"You kissed?"

"We were like six, alright? It was just something silly."

"So your first kiss was technically Luna Lovegood."

"I guess so. As I recall, she was very good at it."

Harry laughed. "Alright. If she really wants to do something with me, I'll agree. As a favor to you. One time. I really can't handle much more. Are you sure she wouldn't talk?"

"She wouldn't, and even if she did, no one would believe her."

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Two days later, Harry arrived at an unused classroom not far from Ravenclaw tower. He checked the map one last time and whipped off his cloak. Inside, he found both Luna and Ginny looking out a window onto the castle grounds. Luna had agreed enthusiastically with Ginny's proposition, but had insisted that she be present for the encounter. Apparently, it would make her more comfortable. He wasn't entirely sure what would happen tonight.

Both girls greeted him with smiles. "Hello, Harry Potter," Luna said.

"Hello, ladies. And you can call me Harry, Luna. You're among friends."

"Okay, Harry. That sounds lovely," she answered serenely.

Ginny pointed her wand at the door, locking it several times over. Harry added silencing charms. She strode toward him to whisper in his ear.

"I'm planning to teach her some things. We should just relax and talk first though."

"Works for me."

He looked up to find Luna staring at him with an unfocused gaze. Her uniform hung off her body like it was a size too big, and her blonde hair was in a messy bun, held together by her wand. There was a butterbeer cork necklace adorning her neck, and something he couldn't name dangling from her ears. She was beautiful in an ethereal sort of way, but clearly gave no thought whatsoever to how people perceived her.

"I'm sorry I grabbed you the other day," Luna said.

"It's okay. How did you know I was there?"

"I felt a breeze on my neck. I thought it was either a mosquito or a Wrackspurt, and mosquitos are rare in Scotland. I'm pleased it was you instead."

Harry laughed. "So am I."

He glanced around the room and noticed only desks. He called for Dobby to bring in a big couch, and soon all three were reclining on it. So far, Luna hadn't displayed anything like sexual interest, and he wouldn't have been surprised if she suggested they all do homework together.

"So, er, Ginny tells me you know all about what happens in Ravenclaw's room?" he said carefully, wary of tripping the contract.

Luna hummed. "Oh, I've never been inside, of course, but what else would they do in a secret room? There are so many better places to read."

"That's true."

"I'm quite curious about it though. Do you suppose they'd let me watch them have sex if I asked politely?"

He laughed again. Her tone made it seem like they were discussing the weather. "Er, I can't say much about what happens there, Luna, but I don't think they'd be interested in anyone watching them."

"That's a shame," she said with a frown. "I suppose it makes sense. I've always suspected that Ravenclaws are rather prudish."

"What makes you say that?"

"Well, no one seems to like it when I walk around the dorm nude. Plus, everyone grows uncomfortable when I talk about the mating habits of mooncalves. They're quite promiscuous, you know. The females mate with many males, one right after the other. Sometimes the males mate with each other too, but only under full moons. It's quite fascinating."

"Sounds like it."

"Oh, yes, and their penises are shaped like big spoons, and have a barb on the end."

"I bet that's painful for the girls."

She tilted her head and observed him with her protuberant silver eyes. "They do make rather unpleasant noises sometimes. Did you know you have fewer Wrackspurts this year?"

He looked at Ginny, who shrugged in response. "No, I didn't. Is that a good thing?"

"Very. They were swarming you during the tournament last year."

"A lot of things have changed since then."

"Including having sex with Ginevra, it seems, but she won't quite admit it."

"Well, er, there might be contracts involved."

"You know it's not because I don't trust you," agreed Ginny.

She smiled tranquilly. "Oh, I know. Do I need to sign a contract for tonight too?"

Ginny reached out and squeezed her hand. "No, this is just about having a little fun with friends. We trust you not to tell anyone."

"You can trust me not to gossip about my friends," she said with a soft smile.

"I know we can. Would you like to learn a bit about the mating habits of Gryffindors?" Ginny inquired with a smirk.

Luna looked at Harry. "I suppose that's why we're here. Ginevra led me to believe that you would be kind enough to show me your penis."

Harry smiled fondly. There was nothing remotely erotic about the situation, which somehow made the conversation more charming. Luna just didn't have the same filter that other people had. There was something oddly enchanting about her, no matter what came out of her mouth.

"I think we can arrange that," he replied.

"I can teach you quite a few things about Harry's cock, if you want," Ginny added slyly.

Luna's eyes dropped to his crotch for the first time. "That does sound like it could be interesting."

"It will be. Stand up, Harry," Ginny said. "Come closer, Luna."

He rose from the couch, and the girls scooted together. Harry watched as Ginny expertly unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers. She unceremoniously pulled them to his knees, then did the same for his boxers. He was a little surprised to be on display so quickly. Luna seemed more interested in an educational session than a hook-up.

"There you have it. Harry Potter's penis," Ginny informed her, gesturing at it with an open palm.

Luna peered at it closely. His cock was soft and dangling. She turned her head and examined it with curious eyes.

"You can touch it. He won't mind."

Luna looked up briefly to get confirmation, then reached out to touch him. Her hands were cold, and he shivered. She ran a single finger along his length, then gave it a tentative squeeze. She reached lower to fondle his balls, and noticed when he started to grow hard.

"Oh, my."

"Keep playing with it," Ginny said. "It likes to be caressed."

She did so, rubbing and tugging on his cock in fascination, until Harry grew fully hard. He found it hotter than hell to be examined like this, even if it felt like he was participating in one of Hermione's experiments.

"It gets much bigger, doesn't it!" Luna exclaimed.

Ginny giggled. "Yes, it does. Harry's got a big one."

"They come in different sizes?"

"They do, just like boobs."

"That makes sense, I suppose," Luna mused. "A demiguise has a powerful body and you can barely see its penis."

Ginny laughed as she batted his cock back and forth. "The tip is more sensitive, in case you were wondering."

Luna wrapped her palm around his crown and squeezed. Harry sighed, and the gentle caress caused him to pulse in her hand. She ran it down his entire length, squeezing and testing the texture of his skin.

"Does that feel good?" Luna asked curiously.

"Yes, it does."

"Watch closely, Luna," Ginny said. "I'm going to show you something."

Luna placed her hands in her lap and watched as Ginny wrapped her fingers around Harry's base and kissed the tip of his cock. She looked into his eyes, and he could see the mischief dancing there. He could feel Luna's enthralled gaze, and it made him ache with desire. As much as he liked watching others, there was nothing quite like being watched by another girl.

Ginny teased the underside of his crown with her tongue until his cock bucked in her hand. She smirked and delivered kisses along his shaft, proceeding as slowly and erotically as she could. Then she lifted it and did the same to the underside, while gently kneading his balls. Her eyes never left his. When she finally kissed his crown and pulled it into her mouth, his breath caught. She slurped on it, then opened her mouth and swirled her tongue around it, giving Luna a clear view.

Harry winced with pleasure when she took half his length in her mouth and bobbed her head. The suction was exquisite, and soon his cock was glistening. She withdrew her head and then rubbed his crown along her nose and cheeks, stopping only to kiss it tenderly.

"Jesus, Ginny."

"Wow," Luna said. "I can see his heartbeat in that one vein."

"Would you like a turn?" Ginny inquired with a smile. "No pressure."

Luna licked her lips and looked between them. "I suppose. If that would be alright."

Harry nodded speechlessly as Ginny held out his cock to her. Luna's hand replaced hers at his base. She examined his swollen head from an inch away before tentatively kissing it. A trail of precum came to rest on her lip when she pulled away. Gaining more confidence, Luna stroked him and gently engulfed his head in her mouth. Her mouth was smaller, and squeezed him so softly that Harry could barely stand it. His cock pulsed against her tongue and his breathing sped up.

"That it, Luna. Just like that," Ginny said encouragingly.

Her technique was far less clumsy than he would have expected. She had been paying close attention to Ginny. Her strokes were gentle, and she kissed along his length as if worshiping it. Her tongue darted out to lick him, and soon he was almost panting. Ginny watched his face with a smirk.

"Don't cum just yet, Harry Potter," she said. "Want to try something he'll really like, Luna?"

She paused in her efforts, his cock still resting against her lips. "Sure."

"We'll do it together. Like this."

Ginny leaned forward and teased one side of his crown with her tongue. Luna did the same to the other side, and soon both were teasing and kissing his crown with open mouths. Ginny opened wide and extended her tongue all the way to Luna's, and a moment later the girls were kissing open-mouthed with his crown trapped between them. Harry couldn't quite believe his eyes. Ginny had told him that they had experimented as little girls, but he would never have expected such behavior from Luna.

Luna was soon breathing heavily around his cock. So was Ginny. They pulled away for a brief moment, and the girls kissed only each other as Ginny held his cock. Harry was shocked at the raw sensuality of it. Luna's eyes were closed, and she was clearly lost in the sensation. The sight made him want to explode, and he consciously tried to relax. Their kiss continued for thirty seconds, until Ginny pulled away with a smile. Luna's matched hers.

Ginny glanced up at Harry. "Do you want to see him cum?"

"Very much so," Luna breathed.

"Pull on him near the tip, so you can feel it pulse when he explodes," she instructed.

Luna tugged intently on Harry's cock. Ginny opened her mouth wide and placed it a few inches away, her eyes staring into his. She knew he came with force, and Luna would be able to see everything as he shot into her mouth. It didn't take long for the stroking to overwhelm him.

"Okay," he whispered, and grunted as ecstasy overcame him.

Thick bursts of cum shot into Ginny's waiting mouth. Luna stroked him and watched with wide eyes as he spurted over and over. He barely kept his eyes open, but met Ginny's gaze as she allowed him to coat her tongue. The last few spurts dribbled out and rolled onto the edge of Luna's hand. When he was finally dry, she removed her hand and stared at it.

"It's quite warm," she observed curiously.

Ginny giggled and grabbed her arm, drawing attention to her cum-filled mouth. Before any could spill out, she swallowed thickly and patted her chest.

"Makes a mess, doesn't it?"

"It does," Luna agreed, still examining the cum on her hand. She sniffed it tentatively.

Ginny reached over and dabbed a finger in it. She held it to Luna's lips. "Want to taste?"

Luna opened her mouth and suckled on Ginny's fingertip. She tasted it for a moment and then made an odd face.

"It tastes like an unripe dirigible plum."

Ginny burst out laughing.

"Er, is that a bad thing?" Harry asked, suddenly self-conscious.

She shrugged. "Not bad so much as odd."

He shook his head. The whole evening had been odd so far, in his humble opinion.

"Was that fun?" Ginny inquired of her friend.

Luna looked up at Harry and then at his slowly softening cock. Her cheeks took on a pink hue for the first time of the night, as if it had finally dawned on her that they had just engaged in a very intimate act.

"Yes, I enjoyed it very much."

"Good," Ginny said. "I'm sure Harry would return the favor if you wanted him to. Do you want to know what his tongue feels like?"

"You mean a kiss? I would like to experience that, if he's willing."

Ginny giggled. "I'm sure he'll do anything you want, Luna, including kiss you. We should have done that first. But I meant—would you like to feel his tongue between your legs? He's brilliant."

"Oh, my—I—yes, that does sound intriguing. Does it feel different than using a pillow?"

"You mean humping one?"

"Yes. I usually rub myself with my pillow or the tip of my wand," she said without embarrassment.

"It feels so much better than that."

"Really? How delightful."

"Only if you're sure, Luna," Harry said, not wanting to feel like they were pressuring the girl.

"I'm quite sure. Are you not?"

"I'll do anything you like."

"Excellent. Shall I get naked?"

"If you want."

"Do you want me to leave the room?" Ginny asked.

"Why would you do that?" Luna asked in confusion.

"Well, this will be more personal. And you'll be naked."

"You've seen me naked before."

"Not in a long time."

Luna shrugged. "You can stay if you like. I don't care if my friends see me naked. Do you need to instruct Harry on what to do?"

She laughed. "No."

"Alright, then."

Luna stood casually from the couch and began removing her clothes. She didn't bother making any erotic movements. When she was finally nude, she just stood there and looked between them.

"Am I the only one who will be naked?" she asked.

Harry only now realized he was still wearing his uniform. Ginny had left his thighs and cock exposed, but hadn't removed a single article of clothing.

"Of course not," he said. "We'll join you."

Harry and Ginny both began undressing. His eyes took admiring glances at Luna's body as he did so. She seemed totally at ease being naked, and made no attempt to cover herself. Her skin was pale, and dotted with the occasional dark freckle. Her body was coltish and fragile-looking, not unlike the way Hermione had described Pansy's to him. Her breasts were small, and each was adorned by a little pink rosebud that was puffy and soft. Between her legs was a little tuft of blonde hair that matched her head.

The whole effect was somehow innocent. He just couldn't imagine how much of an asshole someone had to be to bully this girl, no matter what she believed in.

When both were finished undressing, Luna looked over their nude bodies admiringly. Her eyes lingered on Ginny's chest, as she'd already seen much of Harry.

"You still have freckles everywhere," she noted, "but your boobs are bigger than mine now."

"A bit, yeah. I'm just happy they're not as big as mum's."

"Yes, those would look quite strange on your body."

Ginny laughed and kissed Luna on the cheek. "Would you like Harry to kiss you now?"

Her silver eyes stared into his. "Yes."

Harry took that as his cue, and drew close to her. He leaned down and captured her lips in a gentle kiss. When his tongue sought entry, she let him in, and soon their tongues were roiling together playfully. She sighed into his mouth, and Harry couldn't resist cupping her little breasts in his hands. Her nipples were incredibly soft, even when they grew hard with arousal.

They kissed until his cock stirred with renewed anticipation. Luna broke the kiss and stared down where it poked her. She looked up at him with a little smile, and he returned it.

Ginny placed her hand on the small of her back. "Sit back down, Luna, and let us make you feel good."

She sat down on the couch obediently. Ginny sat down next to her while Harry went to his knees in front of her. He gently pushed her knees apart.

"Scoot forward for me," he said softly.

She did so, exposing the pink lips beneath her mound. Harry pushed her legs further apart. Her lips were stuck together with arousal, but they slowly parted, revealing pale pink flesh that matched her nipples. She was glistening with wetness, which relieved him. No matter how nonchalant Luna acted, she was clearly turned on by what they were doing.

"Just relax," he said. "If you want me to stop at any point, just say so."

She nodded and watched as he lowered his face between her legs. She shivered as he kissed her clit and rubbed his nose along her soft mound. When he licked up and down the length of her clit, she exhaled sharply.

"Oh, Merlin."

"Good?" Ginny asked.

"Yes," she breathed, and closed her eyes as Harry teased her clit and rubbed a single finger between her soaked lips.

Her scent was musky and earthy, and somehow matched her personality, if such a thing was possible. Harry slid a single finger inside her and stroked her walls. She clamped down on it firmly. He reached up with his free hand and caressed one of her breasts, delighted at the way her nipple slowly extended into his palm.

He suctioned gently on her clit and pushed it back and forth with his tongue until she was panting and almost pushing her mound into his face. Harry looked up and was surprised to see Ginny caressing her other breast. The look on Luna's face was wonderful. She was licking her lips as they worked on her, totally lost in the moment. Ginny pulled Luna's face gently to the side, and a moment later both girls were kissing.

Harry took his time pleasuring her, wanting to prolong the experience as much as possible. He licked up and down both sides of her clit, not applying too much pressure, and wriggled his finger teasingly. She grew incredibly wet, and he was able to slip a second finger inside her. Luna moaned into Ginny's mouth, and her breathing grew increasingly heavy.

He couldn't have said how long they worshiped her body. For a long time, the only noise was Luna's breathing, punctuated by an occasional moan, or the slick sound made by Harry's fingers. Her clit grew firm and turned a bright pink. She finally gasped and broke her kiss with Ginny. Her eyes flew open and then slammed shut, and her head fell back against the couch. She squirmed and thrust her pussy into Harry's face. He applied as much pressure as he could to her clit, mashing it between her lips and pressing it back and forth.

Luna writhed and made noises that sounded utterly unlike her normal voice. He stroked her once more with his fingers and she clamped down hard on them. He smiled as she squeezed and released them, overcome with rapture. She panted in time with her contractions.

When she was finished, she sighed deeply and collapsed against the couch. Harry kissed her clit and removed his fingers.

"How was that?" Ginny asked.

"Quite…something," she murmured, staring at the ceiling unblinkingly.

Both laughed at her expression.

"Better than a pillow?" Harry asked, his lips shining with her juices.

"Oh, yes. I'd rather like to feel that again sometime. Thank you."

"Any time, Luna. Believe me, it was our pleasure."

He and Ginny smiled at each other. The evening had been a little strange, but very fun. Both were wondering if Luna would appreciate a visit to the Pride in the future. If they were to invite any new Ravenclaws next year, she would be at the top of the list. She would probably be more at home there—and less likely to be taken advantage of—than she was in her own house.

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Author's Note: Hope you enjoyed my take on Luna. She wasn't part of the original plan, but so many people requested her that I added a little interlude. Five chapters remain. We're approaching the end game.