The Moon in the Arms of Night

5

Suites and Chairs

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"Last day as Head Girl," Dean said as he brushed Luna's hair. "Top of class with Hermione." He kissed her on the top of her head. "And moving into our flat tomorrow." He turned her chair away from the vanity in the Head Boy and Girl suite to face him. "I have the most beautiful, brilliant girlfriend on earth."

She cupped his cheek. "Last day as Head Boy, Gryffindor Quidditch Team captain, and moving into our flat tomorrow," she said, and kissed him. "I have the most handsome, courageous boyfriend on earth." She grinned in a way only Dean ever saw. "And he happens to be a spectacular lover, too!"

Dean laughed; he laughed so much, now. Luna was funny. Not to laugh at, but to laugh with. They had a special connection that only a few others knew of, and through it she had shown him her view of the world. To Luna, the universe was a place of wonder, joy, enlightenment and hilarity. As they walked the halls of Hogwarts over the last year, they had shared their whole lives. Dean had told her all about growing up Muggle. How his mother hadn't even known his father was a wizard until McGonagall had shown up on the landing of their flat. How all the strange things that happened to him throughout his childhood made sense after they were told Dean was a wizard.

Luna shared her marvelous childhood. Even her mother's untimely death hadn't dimmed her natural enthusiasm for life. Her parents had taken her with them on their excursions into the wilds. Luna had ridden elephants naked at age five, she had played with tiger cubs in the jungles of Sumatra at age seven, and she had ridden Thestrals long before she had shown Harry how to do it.

I think it's time we christened the suite, don't you? Her voice said in his mind. They were so comfortable with her gift that they slipped in and out of verbal conversation all the time when they were alone.

"Thought you told the Headmistress there would be 'no inappropriate activity in the dorm room,'" he said. The memory floated into his mind and he knew she was seeing it, too.

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Headmistress McGonagall sat behind her desk as she greeted the new Head Boy and Girl. "Miss Lovegood, Mister Thomas, good to see you again. I trust your summer was not spent totally in study."

Luna smiled at her. "Oh, we made plenty of time for fun and relaxation amid the revision, Headmistress. Dean showed me much of Muggle London that I had never seen. We visited Westminster Abbey, The National Archives, the Tower, Buckingham Palace, and this wonderful Muggle shop called Harrods."

"Superb," McGonagall said. "I was very pleased with your marks after the special sessions. Miss Lovegood, you have completely caught up with the studies you missed during your imprisonment. I'm very impressed. Mister Thomas, your remedial studies seem to have brought forward a much more serious student than I previously knew." She smirked at him. "Miss Lovegood seems to have a very positive effect on your ambitions."

Dean chuckled. "Yeah, I need to be serious about learning if I'm to be with Luna. She's a good bit smarter than most people realize."

"Yes, I know," McGonagall said. "Now, to your duties and accommodations; you have read the Head Girl and Head Boy manuals so I assume you are well aware of your duties in that regard. You performed flawlessly on the train ride here, I have been given to understand, and the new prefects seem to be in awe of the two of you, so that should be an advantage. Use it well."

Luna nodded. "Yes, they were very polite. Not one of them even thought of referring to me as 'Loony,' which was a pleasant change."

The Headmistress smiled. Besides Luna's eight companions in magic, Fleur Weasley, Professor Slughorn, Harry, Ron, Seamus, and Dean, she was the only other person who knew of Luna's incredible psychic gift.

"I somewhat doubt you will ever hear that unpleasant epithet again," she said, giving Dean a significant look.

He nodded. "Not if it's anywhere near me."

McGonagall smiled at the two young people so obviously in love in front of her. "Which brings me to accommodations. The seventh year class this year will be a combination of those of you who missed your seventh year, those sixth years who have passed their owls, and those who have a desire to repeat last year without the oppressive atmosphere. That being as it is, the school will be full to bursting, and you will once again be sharing a common space. However in this case, you will have your own rooms within the Head Girl and Boy suite." She shook her head. "Not that I expect you'll be keeping to them given your past, however the agreement we came to last spring will remain in effect. Am I clear?"

Luna smiled and nodded. "Of course, Headmistress, we will adhere exactly to the same agreement."

And so they had. Though they slept in the same bed every night, usually Dean's, they never made love in the suite, which is not to say they didn't make love at Hogwarts – just not in the suite. By the lake, in the Forbidden Forest, at the top of the Astronomy Tower, the Great Hall at 3 AM, and Professor Slughorn's chair had all been places they had indulged in carnal pleasure, repeatedly.

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Dean looked down into Luna's misty blue eyes. "I wouldn't want to disappoint her."

"She won't be disappointed, Dean," Luna said, and gave him that wicked grin. "You see, after breakfast she took me aside and told me that our duties are 'officially concluded,' so we are no longer bound by that agreement." Luna reached up and undid his tie. "I think she was giving us permission."

"Like you need it," he laughed.

"I would never deliberately defy the Headmistress," she said as he unbuttoned her collar.

"No, not deliberately," he said kissing her neck.

"Mmm, yes, never, not even with all the fun we had tormenting Horace," she said with a giggle.

"We have time?" he asked

"Oh, yes, he hasn't been back to his office, and doesn't plan on it until after the train leaves."

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Dean remembered. Their first night as Head Boy and Girl, they had snuck down to the dungeon classroom and made love on his desk and in his chair. The leather-backed and cushioned chair was oversized to fit the massive man that occupied it most of the time. That gave Luna and Dean all the room they needed to be as creative as they liked. The image formed in his mind; Luna straddling the chair and Dean, using the back and arms for leverage as she rode him. They had left a sticky mess in the professor's chair for him to find the next morning. And find it he had.

"Dean, Luna, I wonder if you could help me with a… problem," Slughorn had asked after about a week.

Luna had smiled sweetly at him. "Yes, Professor?"

"Well, um, Luna my dear, I'm a bit hesitant to discuss this in mixed company," Slughorn spluttered and blushed. "It's a -" his voice dropped to a whisper - "sexual matter."

Luna patted his hand. "Not to worry, Professor, Dean and I know all about these matters."

"Yes, my dear, I understand," he said. "However, you must appreciate my position. A professor even discussing this with a female student could be misconstrued."

"I'm here, Professor," Dean said. "There's no conflict, what's the problem?"

Slughorn hemmed and hawed for a long minute before answering. "I think that… that someone is… having carnal relations in my chair."

Dean snorted a laugh. "Do you, now? What lead you to that conclusion?"

Slughorn looked sideways at a grinning Luna. "Yes, I can see where, as a student, this would be amusing. But seriously, it's an affront to propriety."

"Yes, Professor," Luna said. "But as Dean asked, what lead you to think that?"

"Well, my dear," he said. "There have been… residues and… scents."

"Ah, I see."

Slughorn looked at Dean. "Would you two look into this for me? You have the run of the castle and the time to ferret this out, whereas I do not."

"We will do our best to find the culprits, professor," Luna said. "It may take time, though."

"As long as you two are on the case, I'm sure you will solve this little mystery."

Luna nodded. "We will give it our all, professor, of that you can be sure."

They had, in fact, given it their all.

The average was twice a week – some weeks not at all, some weeks every day. They varied the day and time, but they always left telltales of their amorous adventures on the professor's chair. One week in early January, Slughorn had commandeered them to stake out his classroom with him. That had been a challenge, but Luna was up to it. She had duplicated the chair before the professor had arrived for the stakeout and sent it to an unused classroom on the third floor. Dean had bent her over the chair the next afternoon and driven his long, hard cock into her until she shrieked. The back of the chair had been covered with the evidence of their dalliance. When they arrived for that night's stakeout she had waited until Slughorn was talking quietly with Dean and quickly exchanged the chairs. It was close to three hours before the professor noticed the chair was no longer pristine.

"How are they doing it?" Slughorn had asked in wonder as he Scourgified his chair again.

Luna and Dean had laughed until they couldn't breathe when they returned to their suite, and then they did the same thing the very next day.

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Dean deftly unhooked Luna's bra and threw it across her room to land in front of her packed trunk. "Close enough," he said, and attacked her breasts. His dark hands on her pale skin was always an image that excited him. He ravished her as she moaned in his arms, tonguing her nipples into stiff, pink nubs. Then he swept her from her feet and carried her to her bed. "Yours first," he said.

Luna undid the snap on her skirt and wriggled from it as she sat on the bed, and then Dean was upon her, kissing her with all his passion. He tucked his thumbs into her stockings and pulled them off, leaving her in just her knickers.

"I'm nearly naked, and you still have all your clothes on," Luna said in her bedroom voice. That's completely unfair. She had her wand in her hand; Dean was used to that too by now. She could draw her wand from where ever it was, usually behind her right ear, in seconds. He pulled her knickers down her legs, and as he lowered his lips to her pussy he felt his clothes vanish. He was smiling broadly when he drew his tongue across her clit and she gasped. You love this part, making me wet with desire. Don't you, my Moorish Adonis.

And you, my Moon Goddess, I love you.

Luna's ability gave an extra dimension to making love. As Dean brought her closer and closer to the edge, their consciousnesses began to meld – not completely, but Dean could feel her excitement, her arousal. With practice, he was able to play her as well as she played the piano, a similarity she had commented on one night as they lay gasping for breath atop the baby grand in the recital hall.

He knew her now, how she liked her breasts very lightly stroked as he tongued her. How, at the point where she flooded him in her juices, she wanted one and then another finger inside her, and then at the end, when she shrieked his name and squeezed his head between her thighs, how she liked him to twiddle the bundle of nerves at his fingertips.

She was still shuddering slightly. Small whimpers of pleasure floated around the room, and Dean felt a sense of joy he was quite happy to be used to. He kissed his way up her body and claimed her lips. Her hair was soft and silky in his hands; he threaded his fingers through it, gently tugging in the way she liked. Kissing his way back down her neck to her collar bone, he then rolled them over so that she was lying on top of him. She sat up on his waist.

"Mister Thomas, would you like to fuck me?" she asked in her Head Girl voice.

"Miss Lovegood, it would be my honor," he said.

She smiled and rocked herself down his torso until he felt her slickness. Her hips rocked back and forth, sliding her pussy over his cock, and he moaned in pleasure. "Gods, Luna. You are so wet and hot. I love you so much."

She smiled, reached between them and grasped him. As was her custom now, she took him part way, wiggled, took him more, wiggled again, and brought herself flush to him with a gasp. She also had a small orgasm, he could feel it, and that was customary, too.

"I will never tire of that, Dean," she said happily, and slowly started to rock back and forth. "The other girls have asked, you know."

"Hmm, asked what?"

"How I manage." Her pace picked up. "Some of them were aware of your… heft, after all, and so now most of them know."

He laughed and matched her, thrusting back in time with her rocking. "So, what do you tell them?"

"Nothing, I just smile," she said, bent and kissed him. "I love your size, Dean." She grinned her wicked grin. "Mmm, especially in moments like these."

Dean chuckled. "Well, I'd think Hermione would at least be… sympathetic. Ron's not small."

Luna raised an eyebrow and giggled. "She doesn't know that yet. Oh yes, Dean," she said breathily.

He was stroking her sides and lightly dragging his fingers over her breasts. Every now and again he gently tweaked her nipples. Dean could feel and see her orgasm approaching. "Let me give you a good one here and we'll move to mine," he said, and rolled them over.

Love me, she told him silently.

I do, I will.

At long last the suite heard the sounds of slapping flesh, moans of pleasure and screams of ecstasy. Luna reached between them after she had come twice and scissored her fingers over her clit. Then she clutched at him, hugging him with all her strength as she came again, howling like an animal.

"And now," Dean said as he slid his arms under her and swept her still shaking body from the bed, "My turn." He carried her out the door of her room, across the suite, and into his room where he laid her on the soft covers.

I can't make words yet. Luna smiled at him and rolled across the bed to her side. Lay down and allow me to please you, my love.

Dean bent and kissed her as he crawled up on the high four-poster. "Have I said I love you enough?"

"Yes," she said, and kissed him back. "But please don't stop."

He looked at her, momentarily very serious. "I will never stop, Luna, ever."

A small tear slid down her cheek and she pushed him on to his back. Luna had learned what Dean liked over the previous year, and she brought it all out. First she drew her hair over his body, hovering her head a foot above him while she wove up and down from his chest to his knees. Every time she passed his prominent cock she stopped and sucked the head into her mouth or swirled it with her tongue. On the tenth pass she stopped and grasped him lightly. Dean saw her take a deep sniff over him.

"I love our scent, Dean. How we smell together. Sometimes I almost come just from that." Then she took him and his head fell against the pillows. Luna, the consummate Ravenclaw, had taken on the task of fellatio as a skill to be perfected, like the piano. Dean could not have been happier with her performance. Her fingers brushing lightly over him, her warm mouth around the top half of his shaft, her strong hand gripping and releasing, stroking and twisting, brought him ever closer.

"Gravitus negates!" he said, and they floated of the bed.

Luna looked up at him, and smiled around his cock. She waved her hand at the foot of the bed and two long pieces of ribbon spiraled up and wrapped around Dean's ankles. We'll need something to keep us from flying around the room and bouncing off the furniture.

"Don't think the ribbon'll hold, but let's give it a go, shall we?"

He pulled her up to his chest and she wrapped her legs around him. They were floating a foot off the bed as she guided him into her. With one long, slow thrust, he joined them completely. Dean held her tight while she quietly came again. He thrust into her firmly, the ribbons snapped, and they floated up and bounced lightly of the wooden panels of the ceiling. She pushed off the paneling and they descended to sink into the covers.

After a few attempts at rhythm, they found one that kept them mostly in the same place. Dean had his hands on her hips, guiding her as she pushed back against his increasingly faster thrusts. They floated back towards the ceiling and Dean reached behind Luna to grasp the edges of the panels. He hooked his toes into some small grooves and smiled as he began fucking Luna against the smooth wood. He firmly plundered her until they both gasped and hugged the other to themselves as hard as they could. Luna panted and shuddered as Dean gave her a few last hard, full length plunges.

Luna pushed them off the ceiling with a hand and they sunk into the covers again. "Finite!" she said, and gravity resumed its hold on them. That was one of your better experiments in combining Muggle science and magic, Dean. Have you shared it with any of your friends?

Should I?

Perhaps after Harry's birthday. Ginny and Hermione are planning on losing their virginity that night.

Dean laughed. "About time!" he said, still breathing hard. He looked at Luna lying on his chest with his cock still filling her. "Remember when I told you about Ron's and my… similarities?"

She stroked the side of his face and smiled. Yes.

"You should sort Hermione, and I'll talk to Ron," he said nodding. "Don't want him hurting her, or scaring her off."

"You are a wonderful friend, Dean," Luna said and kissed him. "Not many would think to help their friends like this. Yes, I'll talk to Hermione. Perhaps I will involve Fleur."

"Not a bad idea, but do you think Bill should know his little sister is planning on fucking the Chosen One?"

Luna laughed. "I am fairly sure he's accepted Harry is going to be his brother." She shuddered as another aftershock ran through her. "We should dress and make for the train, Horace will be returning to his office soon."

Dean laughed. "I wish I could see his face."

Luna laughed with him. "I'm certain he will find it… enjoyable."

"Have you any idea how perfect you are?" Dean asked her.

"We are perfect for each other, my love. Let's go and live our lives, shall we?"

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Horace Slughorn opened the door to his classroom one last time for the school year. His case and coat lay on his desk, and one last letter to the governors waited to be sent. As he pulled out his chair, he found a small photo album lying on it with a note attached:

Dear Horace,

We hope you find the album as entertaining and stimulating as we did when we were making it. All our love,

Dean and Luna.

The cover of the album had a picture of Luna sitting on Dean's lap in his chair, facing him. From the papers on his desk and the cauldrons in the background he could tell the photo had been taken the previous week. Luna coyly smiled from her picture and lifted her skirt. No knickers were present, and Dean's long, hard cock was buried to hilt in Luna's soft blonde curls.

Slughorn's mouth fell open and he opened the book. The first picture had a fully naked Dean seated again with an equally naked Luna facing him, riding at a full gallop. Luna's delicate script flowed across the bottom of the picture, giving the date as September second, Nineteen Ninety Nine, one AM. Slughorn's O-shaped mouth began to form a smile as he turned the page. His chair was by the lake. The giant squid splashed in the moonlight that played across Luna's seated form. Dean, on his knees before her, drove into her with long, firm strokes. The next picture was at the top of the astronomy tower. Luna was bent over the arms while Dean took her from behind. On and on they went; positions changed, locations were varied and surprising, but always there was the chair and Dean and Luna's naked bodies.

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"We're in here," Ginny called to Luna as she boarded the train. Dean followed her down the narrow hall between the outside wall of the train car and the compartments. They sat opposite Neville and Hannah next to the door, while Ginny and Hermione took the window seats of the benches. "Where were you? We thought we were going to leave without you."

Luna looked at her redheaded friend. "Dean and I had a few last minute things to take care of."

"Yeah, I bet," Ginny smirked.

Hermione sat tensely by the window, tapping her fingers on the paneling. "Ron and Harry are meeting the train?" Luna asked.

"Hmm, what?" Hermione said. After everyone laughed, Luna asked her question again. Hermione smiled and her friends recognized that smile. It was present in her face every time she talked of Ron in his absence. "Yes, it's been three months since we've seen them, what with revision and NEWTs. I can hardly wait."

Ginny looked at Luna and Dean. "So, where's this flat you two are moving into?"

"You're getting a flat?" Hannah asked with a broad smile.

"Yeah," Dean said. "No good reason not to."

Luna nodded. "It's a few blocks from the Leaky Cauldron on the Muggle side. I really…"

A silvery Walrus burst through the window and landed on the floor, occupying most of it. It opened its mouth and began to laugh in Slughorn's booming voice. The walrus laughed and pounded its flippers for almost a full minute before it turned and addressed Luna and Dean. "My precious friends, I don't know if you knew this, but I was regarded as the greatest prankster that Hogwarts had ever seen until your friends, the Weasley twins, started." The walrus executed a low bow. "I am honored to have been in the presence of true genius, thank you. I will cherish this present always." The walrus bowed again and disappeared.

"One of those 'last minute things?'" Ginny asked.

"Yeah," Dean said with a smile. The train lurched to a start, and he sat back, enfolding his love in his arms. They chatted and laughed, the tea and treats trolley came and went, and as they trundled south across the Scottish moors, through the peaks and south to London, Dean gave himself over to the love and excitement filling him. There would be challenges, there would be stumbles, but with Luna by his side he could face whatever the world would bring.