Chapter II: Adventures to Come

POP! Harry and Luna pulled away from each other and took their cloaks off, and Harry put them into the closet by the bedroom. Luna skipped lightly into the kitchen and opened the pantry, reaching for a can of whipped cream. "Oh Harry?" She called out and looked about the house for him, and chairs and piles of books magically moved out of her way as she moved about the house.

"Yes?" Harry replied as he stepped out from the bedroom, and scratching his scruffy head of hair.

Luna smiled and withdrew her wand from its hiding place. "Petrificus Totalus!" She grinned as Harry fell backwards. She raised her wand and nonverbally moved Harry onto her canopied bed, the lacy curtains parting the way for Harry. "You've let your guard down, Mr. Potter." She sat crossed legged on the bed next to him. She sighed and shook her head, turning the lid off of the whipped cream. "Simply cannot do, you're supposed to be an Auror. I will simply need to remind you to keep your guard up." Luna said, as the ambitious project laid before her.

Harry realized how fortunate he was that he had never taught spells to anyone who had gone to the dark side. Luna's skills had improved exponentially since she had started taking lessons from Harry- it all had started with Dumbledore's Army. His eyes struggled to keep an eye on her, who knew what she was planning now that he was a free man.

She tossed the lid of the whipped cream behind her shoulder, and the lid glided over and landed into the waiting trash bin. The lid of the trash bin opened up and snapped down upon the lid, chomping merrily.

"Sectum!" She said, tracing a line on Harry's shirt, and the shirt came to be torn. "There now, no need for this ugly shirt and robes anymore, is the Harry Potter?" She inclined her head and looked at his exposed chest. "Yes, I do like this chest." She climbed on top of him and slid off her robes, leaving her wearing her shirt and lengthy skirt.

Harry felt a building of pressure from within his robes, he was beginning to suspect that Luna might soon realize it was more than just his Holly wand.

"I don't think we should be playing with this anymore." Luna reached into his pants pocket and withdrew his wand, which she also tossed over her shoulder. Luna's hair fell down into Harry's face, it smelled of vanilla and reminded him of purest sunshine, it was so bright!

Harry liked Luna. He liked her a great deal. Soon, there was no question between them of just how much.

"Now." She leaned into him, and placed a dollop of whipped cream onto her collar bone. "I seem to have put whipped cream on myself, Harry. Be a dear, and get it off of me. What's that?" She paused and leaned closely to his lips. "You can't move, can you? Hmm…shame. I suppose I'll just have to get if off myself then."

Harry wanted nothing more than to get it off of Luna, and he began to panic. He tried to move, urged every part of him to move, but just like before he couldn't move. He was able to see as Luna got off of him and stood up, and licking one of her fingers, she took the whipped cream off of her. She licked her finger happily, causing Harry to experience nothing but deepest hatred of Petrificus Totalus.

She put the can down and stared over at him for a fraction of a second, and then reached up and released the band holding most of her hair back. Her golden blonde hair fell down completely, and caressed her shoulders with it's soft touch.

Luna spun around, dancing like a liberated Dobby. Her dancing ended as she kicked off her blue shoes. She stretched out like a professional dancer, stretching her legs back to touch the small of her back. The fabric of her skirt exposing each of her legs in time, the smoothest looking legs Harry had ever seen.

Luna tossed her head from side to side, and then she looked at Harry. His face shone with excitement, and Luna beamed. "Enjoying the show? Your eyes are the size of Dragon Eggs." She massaged her scalp with her hands and ran her fingers down her shoulders, tracing the outline of her upper torso.

Harry's breathing mysteriously sped up.

Luna put her thumbs under the sleeves of her shirt and started inching the shirt up, revealing her flat stomach. She brought her hands down and felt under her shirt, biting her lip, and watching as Harry's eyes tried desperately to focus. She felt her soft bra, and wanted to be separated from it.

She freed up her hands and waved her wand, magically positioning Harry to a sitting pose. She took her shirt and threw it into Harry's lap. He blinked, blinked again, and only then was convinced he was awake.

"Keep smiling Potter. I feel happy that you're liking me. It's good to like me, nobody else ever has." Luna swayed her hips and danced as she rubbed her stomach and ribs, she sung softly and turned her back to Harry as she slipped off her skirt.

Harry needed to touch her, his body would not last much longer if he could not. But he swore mentally, if this was not the best show he had ever seen! How could it be that nobody has ever appreciated Luna like this? She was gorgeous!

She reached behind her and undid her bra, letting it slide off of her shoulders, letting Harry peer at her creamy white back, her beautiful hair - how he wanted to grab her and hold her close.

She turned around and Harry wanted to scream in disappointment, as Luna's hair was covering what the bra had been concealing. "Oh Harry, what's wrong? You look so displeased!" She twirled a lock of hair that was covering one of her tits, she wet her lips with her tongue and blew a kiss to Harry.

This girl is a sadist. She wanted nothing more than for me to suffer. Harry's thoughts were troubled, and if that wasn't the understatement of the century- nothing was.

She started walking towards him, her eyes ablaze with longing, she was oh so close now. She sat her wand down on the bedside table, and climbed into the bed- right next to Harry, who was dying to touch her. She brought her lips to one of his ears, and licked the outside of it, curving her tongue to fit the curves of his earlobe. "Patience, Harry. You'll get to enjoy me as often as you want before long."

Harry's heart pounded, hoping that soon he could touch her.

"But for now, Harry, I want to see what it's like waking up next to you. Happy wet dreams, Love." Luna said, as she laid Harry down and she snuggled in close to him. Harry soon heard her steady breathing next to him, her head resting on his exposed chest. He wasn't totally displeased, after all- having her laying next to him like this was like paradise. There was just one problem, the desire still had not left him, and Luna surely had to have known this. Was he truly in love with a sadist, or was this just a test?

Harry had never known of anyone to be asleep for so long, the hours passed by in slowly decreasing agony. Harry soon felt his eyes closing as he too drifted off to sleep. Luna smiled, she was experiencing wonderful dreams of the adventures they were soon to have together.

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AN: I liked this chapter, I also enjoyed the thought of Luna making Harry wait. It keeps the ball in her court so to speak.

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