Chapter XVI: Making Dinner

Luna arrived at the wrought iron gates with a soft pop that evening and she tapped her wand once upon the gate, and it then swung open for her. She walked along the pathway trimmed with daffodils and breathed deeply. She felt rather satisfied about what she had accomplished, and she felt that the chain would be hers in no time.

Custody hearing. Hehe, won't be necessary- but he'll give it all the same. She reached the main door and turned the handle. Knoby greeted her at the door, and he rushed to her side.

"Miss Lovegood, Knoby has done as you requested, the job is done. Allow me to take your cloak, Miss." he said, reaching up for her cloak. He smiled and he took it to the closet.

"Thank you, Knoby. You have done very well and I shall remember your kindness. I think that you have helped me a great deal."

"It was all my pleasure Miss, I would be happy to do it again."

"Now, now, that won't be necessary. Not with Draco at least." she spoke dreamily, and she stretched her arms up high. "It's been a tiring day, Knoby, I am glad to be home."

"And I am sure Master Harry is eager to sees you, he asks that you meet him in the kitchen." the elf nodded and started to polish a vase.

"Thank you, I shall see him." she curtsied to the elf who seemed to turn red.

Luna walked into the kitchen and noticed no food cooking as of yet, and she wondered if maybe Harry had ordered for food to come to them. It was dreadfully quiet, she noticed, and wondered the meaning behind it. "Harry?" she spoke, and looked around the kitchen. She felt the cold hands wrap around her mouth and her waist, and she was dragged into the darkness.

A thousand crazed thoughts rushed through her head as if tiny passing ships rushing down the waterfall. Who! Shit, whose freezing hands…is it a dem…no, nonsense…harry…HARRY! She tried to squirm out of the grip of the hands holding her, and resorted to reaching behind her and grabbing a handful of thick hair. She pulled and the grasp on her broke, and she turned to see one devious looking Harry Potter.

"Scaring the piss out of me, goodness Harry!" she beat playfully on his chest with both of her hands.

"Sorry, some things just need to be done."

"And that's supposed to mean what? Haven't seen me all day, and this is how you greet me?"

"I admit I've been slightly curious as to your whereabouts." he bit on her neck, which caused her to jump backwards.

"Harold Potter!" she breathed heavily into his ear, a hint of shock in her voice.

"You've never called me that…"his hands crept outwards for her, and she could feel those hands resting on her chest. "I don't think I like it," he added.

"'s what you get. Frightening and biting me like that. Now can we get out of here, or do you plan on keeping me locked away in this pantry? Feeling homesick for the staircase?" she poked him playfully.

"Homesick for something, that is certain." he added as he drew in near to her.

She could feel his hot breath coming down her neck and felt her heart dance lightly in her chest. She was quite unsure of this whole scenario, and it was absentmindedly that she allowed her robes to be loosed from her. Harry was actually acting like a dominant, and she was uneasy now.

He slowly and methodically began rubbing her chest as if working to remove air bubbles under Sorcerers' Putty, and his hands that were normally so timid seemed to be under the control of a new master. He was bravely touching her navel, and his hands roamed over the panties that were in no way what she would consider 'sexy'. No, today she had expected to get changed before seeing Harry…he had her off guard. "Uh, Harry…this is a pantry…we really shouldn't …there's food in here…" she sighed against his ear, as his lips bit her collar bone.

He broke away for a mere heartbeat. "I know there's food in here, it's safely contained in jars and such."

"Oh, but someone could come in…we should stop." she felt herself steadily losing control of the rational portion of her mind.

Her eyes had adjusted somewhat to the dim light now, and she saw him reaching for his wand. "Collusportus!" he stammered, before dropping the wand. "learned that one from you, remember? In the Department of Mysteries? Nobody will come in now."

"No, this isn't how it's supposed to happen Harry, I'm the one whose dominant…not you…" he stroked her hair, and his fingers were tap-dancing at her inner thighs now. "…this definitely isn't very hygienic…" his tongue was rolling around her ear, not diving in, just tracing the outline. "…and this…no, Harry, you really should stop…this is what bedrooms are for…"

"Bedrooms are boring. I want adventure before dinner, now kiss me."

"I don't think it appropriate right now, oddly enough…"

His lips met hers and she felt herself loosing the will to continue an uphill battle against her desires. She slapped him across the face, which had the desired effect- he broke away.

"Fine, Potter. So we'll do it right here in this dark little pantry. You want to try on the Dom Pants? Fine, do not make me regret this, or you will remember my floggings all the days of our lives."

She felt him pull on her hair, and she couldn't help but to scream- both from pain and excitement. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad, she smiled before she let herself fall up against the wall, and she then let Harry come in her.

It was in that tiny little pantry that Luna surrendered, albeit temporarily, her dominant nature. As their bodies shook with passion, so also shook the shelves full of flour and vegetables, jarred jams and canned goods. Luna reached her arms high above her as Harry took one of her nipples, her right one - always the right one it seemed, into his mouth.

"I hate you, Harry," she whimpered, as he laughed.

"I hate you too, Luna."

"Not really…you..know…just enough to keep this interesting….you're actually doing …an alright job…" she panted.

"r…really?"

"oh…oh yes, Harry…oh!" she grabbed onto the shelving and pulled herself up slightly for the sensations she experienced were so great.

"darling…" Harry cooed.

"Harry…I want a baby…" she declared bravely, as she reached around his neck and planted a kiss onto his left shoulder.

His thrusts and adorations ceased momentarily, before they continued as if they had never ceased.

"Well…we can try and order one I suppose…"

She tilted her head. "What?"

"Or we could go to the market and try and find one…there's always one resting in a shopping cart…"

"that…. Is not.."

"OR!" he shouted, nibbling on her hair. "We could go to the cinema, people always have babies there…yeah that's the place- only if we want a loud one though."

She beat him on the head with her hands. "Oh you silly arse!'

He laughed and kissed her. "I know what you meant my love, I would say that I would not mind having another one, the children always talk about wanting another child in the family…"

"Oh Harry, let's make a baby, you and I." she kissed his lips as he returned the kiss.

"Should we get married first?"

She stopped kissing him and stared into the black blur that was his face. She flicked her hand up and found the light string. The room flooded with a beige light. She found his eyes behind the sweaty curtain of choppy black hair. His olive colored eyes were full of excitement, and his lips trembled nervously.

"Harry. James. Potter." she still had one arm around his neck, and quickly put the other one around it as well, so better to keep her balance. She silently wished she was on top of him, so that she might cross her arms across her breasts, but she thought a stern gaze would work just as well. She tried to maintain all seriousness, and she nodded her head. "That was positively the worst proposal of marriage I have ever heard, I sincerely hope that was a thought provoked by a Nargle, otherwise my reply will be no."

"Luna, I would not propose to you in a pantry, but know that it is you I want to marry. So long as you'll have me."

She gazed at him so furiously that he recoiled in horror, and he trembled inside her, evidently fearing for his life. She enjoyed the lingering sensation of being in control for a few more moments, before she broke the gaze and turned it into a smile.

She reached above her and turned out the light. "Let's make dinner, Harry." she said silkily as she began kissing on him.

The two continued making dinner in that pantry, until there was no milk left in the jug, and the only dry thing left in the pantry was left on the shelves high above the two bodies curled on the floor.

AN: Reviews appreciated and loved. Sorry for the longish delay, finals week is upon me, and I'm currently in need of another job. I hope to have the next chapter up sometime this week. Thanks for all the wonderful reviews so far. TowerMage