Fun fact, contrary to the Harry Potter books every September first does not fall on a Monday. I forgot to take that into account when I started this story but I went back and changed the dates on the timestamps in the earlier chapters to reflect reality.
Slytherin Common Room, 9/6/1995, 06:49
Harry grunted in his sleep and his eyes snapped open to be met with Luna's silvery ones staring down at him as her soft hand stroked his raging erection.
Luna was completely nude sitting cross-legged on the bed beside him as she leaned over him, wanking his cock. Her perky little breasts jiggled in sync with her motions as she bit her lip in concentration.
"I thought this would be a better way to wake you up than your alarm clock," Luna said in a dreamy voice as she sped up her motions.
Harry's first thought was that she was surprisingly talented at giving a handjob, her silky smooth hands were gripping him perfectly and she was rubbing the pleasurable area right under the head of his cock with every stroke.
"Yeah, i-it's m-much better than an alarm clock," groaned as she reached her other hand over to tease his balls with her tiny fingertips.
Harry reached over to touch some part of her and his hand came to rest on the arch of her foot, her little toes wiggling against his hand.
"Be careful, I'm ticklish," Luna giggled as she continued to push him closer to his release.
"I-I'm almost there," Harry muttered as he slid his hand up her calf, noticing how soft and smooth her legs were.
"Just imagine me in the shower all covered in soap and then I bend down to pick up the bar of soap that I just dropped," Luna whispered.
The mental picture seemed to form in his mind without effort, he could still picture her pert little bum with water cascading over it and her pink hairless lips that he could just make out between the gap in her toned thighs.
"Oooooh" Harry groaned
"Imagine ramming this right up my- oh my!" Luna giggled in surprise as she pushed him over the edge.
Harry grunted as he felt himself explode, shooting ropes of his spunk into the air before it landed on his lower stomach, some of it pooling in his navel.
"Your snorkack sprayed me," Luna said before she pointed her wand at him and vanished the mess he'd made.
"Luna, w-where did you learn to do that?" Harry panted out as he closed his eyes and basked in the afterglow of the best wake-up call he'd ever had.
"I saw it in one of those magazines in the drawer of your nightstand," Luna beamed.
"Great," Harry muttered as he remembered the issues of Mudblood Whores that Tonks had given him for his birthday.
"I need to take a shower, will you join me?" Luna asked as she hopped off of the bed, her perky breasts jiggling enticingly.
"Sure," Harry nodded breathily as he sat up.
As Harry climbed out of bed, he noticed that Luna had completely removed his pajama bottoms so they were both completely nude already.
"Oh goodie," Luna beamed as she took his hand and led him towards his ensuite.
"How long have you been up?" Harry asked, stumbling a bit as she dragged him along.
"A few hours, I had enough time to finish my homework and paint my nails," Luna said as she showed him her fingernails that were painted a soft baby blue.
"That's nice," Harry said as they stepped into the bathroom.
"I painted my toes too," Luna said as she wiggled her toes to show they were the same colour as her fingers.
"Did you get any sleep at all? Harry chuckled as he adjusted the knobs on the shower.
"I did. Would you mind washing my back, please?" Luna asked as she stepped under the water.
"Alright," Harry agreed as he climbed in behind her and closed the sliding glass door.
"Thank you," Luna smiled before turning around so her back was towards him while the water cascaded over her.
Harry began with the shampoo, deciding it was only fair that he do as she asked after the wonderful wake-up call.
He began to gently apply shampoo into her long blond hair and massage her scalp as he rinsed it out.
"That feels nice," Luna sighed in contentment as he completed his task.
Harry chuckled as he began to soap up her back only to gasp when he felt her bum press into his groin.
"Your snorkack is hard again," Luna giggled as she wiggled her bum against his erection, making him groan appreciatively.
'THUMP'
"Oops," Luna mumbled as she bent down and retrieved the bar of soap she had accidentally dropped.
"Luna, you are such a tease," Harry grunted as she continued to wiggle her bum against him.
"Punish me," Luna suggested from where she was bending over in front of him.
"I'm warning you, Lovegood," Harry growled as reached under her and ran her fingertips over the underside of his cock
"If you don't teach me a lesson, I'll just keep doing bad things," Luna said in her dreamy voice as she used her fingertips, pressing his erection into the heat of her core.
Harry didn't answer in words, instead, he grabbed her hair, and pulled her head back so she was forced to stand upright.
Harry rather forcefully spun her around to look him in the eye, her eyes going wide in surprise.
"Listen here Lovegood, one more of your shenanigans and I am going to make you pay," Harry threatened as he stepped closer to her so that her hardened nipples were pressing into his chest.
"No you won't, you wouldn't dare," Luna taunted, her silvery eyes looking needily into his own.
Harry growled in frustration before pushing her so her back was pressed into the tile wall, making her yelp in surprise.
"I warned you," Harry said in a low voice as he pressed her body into the wall with his own as his arms reached around her, his hands gripping her pert bum.
"Harreeeee!" Luna squealed as he lifted her by her ass, her hands coming to wrap around the back of his neck to hold onto him.
"Let me know if I'm too rough" Harry whispered in her ear as he reached under her and lined himself up with her opening.
"Punish me," Luna gasped as he started inching his way into her, her eyes closing as she adjusted to the new sensation.
"Very well, if you want to be punished, so be it," Harry growled before he rammed his cock deep inside of her in one swift thrust.
"Ooooooooooooh my!" Luna shrieked as he tore through her hymen.
"I have had enough of your cheek," Harry grit out as he thrust into her again, her legs coming to wrap around his waist.
"Hooooooly shit!" Luna squealed as her eyes snapped open before they rolled back in her head.
Harry knew that this had been coming for a long time but he was always a bit hesitant to go this far with her. He had finally had enough of her taunting and decided to give her what she wanted because deep down he knew that he wanted it too.
Truthfully she had been driving him mad with her teasing and he couldn't very well let this continue.
Harry began to slam his hips forward while Luna's wails echoed off of the tiled walls of his bathroom. Her nails were digging into his back as she captured his lips in a forceful kiss and moaned into his mouth as water.
The water continued to flow over their bodies as the kiss became more desperate and Harry began making long deep strokes so his balls smacked against her bum.
Harry broke the kiss and began to nibble on her neck as he hammered into her, feeling her tunnel quiver around his cock every time he hilted himself.
"Ooooh!"
"ooooooooh!"
"ooooh!"
Harry felt her begin to tremble as his pace sped up and her mouth hung open as pleasured squeals continued to issue every time he hilted himself.
"Is uh this what you wanted?" Harry grunted over her pleasured squeals as he felt himself nearing his climax.
"Yeeeeeeeeeees!" Luna shrieked as she experienced a mindblowing orgasm.
Harry thrust three more times before he shot his seed deep inside of her, as her slippery tunnel did its best to pull every last drop out of him.
"That was much better than I thought it would be," Luna said dreamily.
"Y-yeah, it was pretty good," Harry grunted as he slipped out of her and lowered her to the floor.
"Now you can wash my back," Luna beamed.
"I may have to wash your twat, I made a mess in there," Harry chuckled as he guided her under the water.
Harry began to lather her up in soap, enjoying the feel of her soft skin under his hands especially when he soaped up her chest. Luna hummed happily as he ran his hands all over her body and seemed to relish his attention.
As Luna began to rinse off and Harry began to wash, he couldn't help but wonder why the hell he had waited so long to give her what she wanted.
Gryffindor Common Room, 9/6/1995, 08:21
Draco and Ron met up with Hermione in the common room and the three of them made their way out of the portrait hole.
"Ginny came back last night just before curfew," Hermione said by way of greeting.
"Did she say where she went with Potter?" Ron demanded.
"No, she just said that he showed her something," Hermione admitted.
"Bugger, whatever he showed her can't be any kind of decent," Ron muttered.
"Probably not," Draco agreed as they began making their way down the stairs.
The three of them walked in silence each lost in their own thoughts (or worries in Ron's case). It wasn't until they were on the last set of stairs and the entrance hall came into view, that the silence was broken.
"Look there's Lovegood, wonder why she's coming out of the dungeons," Ron muttered as they saw Luna skipping out of the doorway that led to the dungeon corridor with a dreamy smile playing on her lips.
"Is it just me or is she walking a bit... weird?" Draco asked as he saw Potter and Greengrass following a few steps behind her as she entered the great hall.
"How can you tell, everything she does is weird," Ron snorted derisively.
"That's mean, she really is a sweet girl," Hermione admonished.
"She hangs out with Potter, there has to be something wrong with her," Ron rebutted as they stepped off of the grand staircase.
"I think he protects her," Draco said thoughtfully.
"He does, the other Slytherins won't mess with her like they do everyone else," Hermione agreed.
"Enough about Loony, we were talking about Ginny," Ron scowled as they entered the hall.
"She won't tell me anything. What do you want me to do, slip her veritaserum?" Hermione exclaimed as they took a seat at the Gryffindor table.
"Could we do that?" Ron asked, shooting Hermione a hopeful look.
"No, it's a regulated substance," Hermione said as if Ron was being intentionally thick.
"Figures," Ron muttered as Neville took a seat across from them.
"I just wish I knew how she got mixed up with Potter in the first place," Draco sighed.
"Who got mixed up with Potter?" Neville asked.
"My sister," Ron grumbled.
"He saved her from Nott the other night or at least that's the rumour," Neville answered.
"How do you know that?!" Ron demanded, looking alarmed at the implications.
"Daphne told me about it. She was thrilled Potter set Nott up to get a bit of comeuppance," Neville answered.
"That was Potter!?" Hermione hissed.
"Yeah, I can't fault him for what he did though," Neville shrugged.
"Nott was raped," Hermione protested.
"Yeah by his own henchmen. Kind of fitting really considering he was polyjuiced to look like Ginny Weasley when they did it" Neville shrugged.
"H-how do you know all of this?" Ron asked looking a bit faint.
"I can't say," Neville said, giving him an apologetic look.
Ron didn't say anything else and got up from his seat as he spotted Ginny entering the hall.
Draco watched the redhead join his sister at the other end of the table and Draco assumed he was interrogating her about what Neville had just told them.
"So Potter really saved her?" Draco asked.
"Yep, that's the word," Neville snorted.
"Hmm, maybe he isn't the bastard I thought he was," Hermione muttered sounding a bit conflicted.
"Oh yes, he is. Don't fool yourself into thinking that he's a good person," Neville warned.
"He must have a little good in him or he wouldn't have helped her," Hermione argued.
"I'm telling you, he's bad news," Neville said as he looked Hermione in the eye to convey the seriousness of his words
"Do you know what the deal is with him and Lovegood?" Draco asked.
"Not really other than no one in Slytherin will mess with her," Neville admitted.
"So he's protecting her?" Hermione asked.
"I guess," Neville said uncomfortably.
"So he can't be all bad," Hermione said as if that explained everything.
"He's probably shagging her, Hermione," Draco sighed.
Before Hermione could reply, Ron retook his seat looking very annoyed.
"What did she say?" Draco asked.
She wouldn't tell me anything," Ron scowled.
"I guess we'll just have to follow her and find out ourselves," Draco shrugged.
"Right," Ron agreed.
Slytherin Table, Same Time
"You finally did it, didn't you?" Daphne demanded as soon as they had sat down.
"I don't know what you mean," Harry said somewhat evasively.
"You slept with Lovegood," Daphne said, her eyes boring into his.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Harry said, not meeting her eye.
"I saw the way she was walking," Daphne snorted.
"Why are you so concerned?" Harry asked as he sipped his coffee.
"Because I know it won't be the last time, you're becoming attached to her," Daphne said, giving him a serious look.
"So what if I am?" Harry asked in annoyance.
"Your mother would never allow you to court a Lovegood," Daphne sighed.
"My mother is not going to find out," Harry said firmly.
"You know as well as I do that she has eyes in the castle, our head of house is her personal lapdog," Daphne sighed.
"Yes, I am getting very close to dealing with that particular problem, especially after last year," Harry admitted.
"Don't get caught, he is working for Dumbledore as well," Daphne warned.
"Yes and it is impossible to tell which side he is truly on," Harry said as he tucked into his breakfast.
"You're assuming he's picked a side," Daphne pointed out.
"So you think he's hedging his bets?" Harry asked.
"It's what I would do," Daphne shrugged.
"It's what you are doing," Harry corrected.
"Maybe at first but I did come to enjoy your company... eventually," Daphne smirked.
"So I have to ask, what's the deal with you and Longbottom?" Harry asked.
"My father is trying to negotiate a betrothal between us," Daphne said, sounding unconcerned.
"You seem to be taking this well," Harry said, giving her a look of surprise.
"There are worse matches," Daphne shrugged in an attempt to look unconcerned.
"Oh, now I get it. You like him, don't you?" Harry smirked, pleased when he saw her cheeks tinged a rosy pink color.
"I'm surprised that you're not upset," Daphne said, ignoring the question.
"I won't deny that you're absolutely gorgeous. Still, I couldn't imagine having to put up with your cheek for the rest of my life," Harry said with a playful shudder.
"Yes, and I couldn't stand the shame of having such a lecherous man as a husband even if you are easy to look at," Daphne agreed, giving him a grateful smile.
"I am aren't I," Harry smirked as the post owls began flying into the hall.
"Don't let it go to your head, Potter," Daphne snorted as a barn owl landed in front of her with her edition of the Daily Prophet.
"Oh it seems there was an accident at the ministry," Daphne said as she unfurled the paper.
"Oh?" Harry asked with interest.
"An unspeakable had a nasty accident and has been moved to the long-term spell damage ward," Daphne said as she read through the article.
"Why do I have a feeling that my father had something to do with that?" Harry muttered as the bell rang.
"Because he's always into something_ Daphne sighed as the two of them made their way out of the hall.
Harry didn't notice the curious look that Hermione Granger shot his way nor the equally curious look Ron and Draco shot his way as he and Daphne stepped out of the hall.
Potter Manor, Godric's Hollow, 9/6/1995, 13:39
"James, how did you manage to bungle up this mission?" Voldemort hissed in annoyance.
"The shelves are warded, Bode triggered the hall of prophecy's protections, my lord," James answered from his place bowing at his master's feet.
"Lily dear, I believe James needs another application of that special brand of punishment f yours," Voldemort said with a cruel smile.
"I will see to it as soon as we are done, master," Lily promised.
"I believe a whole week's worth is in order," Voldemort replied.
"Of course," Lily agreed, looking quite pleased.
"In the meantime, James. I wish for you to retrieve all pertinent details about the prison. If you are too incompetent to retrieve the prophecy, maybe Rookwood will have better luck" Voldemort sneered.
"I will start at once," James answered.
"Excellent, try not to mess this up or I will send you to visit Fenrir," Voldemort warned.
"I will not fail you, my lord," James promised, involuntarily shuddering as the threat sank in.
"You had better hope that you don't. Now leave me," Voldemort commanded.
"Let's go, James," Lily snapped and grabbed his arm before she practically dragged her husband out of the room.
Voldemort rose from his seat and made his way over to the liquor cabinet. He really wasn't surprised there were protections in place over the hall of prophecy but this was yet another obstacle to overcome.
Since his return, things seemed to be going much slower than they should be and he lamented the loss of his more competent followers. Particularly Rookwood and Mulciber who were some of his best strategists.
Mulciber in particular had a gift with the imperius curse and would be a boon in subjugating key ministry officials
Rookwood could speed up his progress in the department of mysteries as he was familiar with the interworkings of the unspeakables.
Fifth Floor Corridor, 9/6/1995, 21:19
Harry was in search of a certain redhead but had not had much much finding her thus far. Luna was already in his dorm thanks to Daphne. He had asked her to escort Luna to the Slytherin common room so he didn't have to worry about her roaming the halls alone tonight.
Harry was just thinking of calling it a night when he saw the girl he was looking for limping up the staircase dressed in Gryffindor quidditch robes. Harry quickly caught her up and wrapped his arm over her shoulder making her jump in surprise.
"Potter, what do you want?" Ginny asked frostily.
"What's wrong with your leg?" Harry asked, ignoring her question.
"I took a bludger to my ankle," Ginny huffed.
"I can fix that," Harry said as he led her toward the room they had the meeting in last night.
"Careful, I can't walk very fast," Ginny protested as he led her in the opposite direction of Gryffindor Tower.
"Sorry," Harry apologized as he slowed to a more sedate pace.
"Where is the room?" Ginny asked in confusion as they came to the blank stretch of wall across from the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy where a door had been last night.
"The room only comes when someone asks it to," Harry smirked.
Harry gently removed his arm from her shoulder and began to pace in front of the stretch of the wall where he knew the door would appear.
Ginny looked at him sceptically as he paced in front of her only to gasp in surprise when a door formed in the wall as he passed by it a third time.
"You weren't making it up," Ginny muttered as she hobbled over to the door and pushed it open, wrinkling her nose when she saw the Slytherin decor.
The room had become a tiny replica of the Slytherin common room with a single plush leather sofa and a coffee table in front of a large fireplace made out of sculpted skulls. The walls were rough stone and thick green carpet covered the floor with delicate green lanterns hanging from the ceiling, casting the room in an eerie green light.
Harry rolled his eyes and guided her over to the sofa before pushing her so that she fell into a sitting position on the plush leather sofa.
"I am a lady at least try and be gentle with me," Ginny huffed as she watched him sit down on the coffee table in front of her.
Harry didn't respond instead he reached down and unlaced her trainer before slipping it off and then lifting her leg and resting it on his knee.
"What are you doing?" Ginny stammered as he began pulling off her sock.
"Fixing your ankle," Harry said as he ran his fingers over the dark purple bruise that was forming over the knob on her outer ankle that was starting to swell up.
Harry placed his left hand under her heel while he gently placed his right-hand hand on her ankle. Harry began to channel some of his magic into her swollen ankle as he rubbed his right hand up and down the length of her calf.
Ginny gasped as she watched the swelling subside before her eyes as the bruising faded away so her skin went back to the pale white color speckled with light cinnamon-coloured freckles.
Ginny let out an audible sigh the pain in her ankle instantly faded away and she couldn't help but wonder how he had done that without even drawing his wand.
She was pulled back to the present as he began to massage her foot, making her groan as he took her foot in both of his hands, kneading the ball of her foot and causing her toes to squish together.
"That feels amazing," Ginny gasped as she sank back into the couch.
"Thanks," Harry chuckled as he moved to her delicate arch, noticing the chipped maroon nail polish on her toes.
"You don't have to do this," Ginny muttered, her eyes shut as she felt herself relax.
"I can stop if you want," Harry offered.
"No, please don't. That really does feel nice," Ginny sighed as he worked his thumbs into the sole of her foot.
"Does this mean you're not upset with me anymore?" Harry asked with a slight teasing note in his voice.
"No, though I still can't believe you would call Hermione such an awful name," Ginny muttered as channeled magic into her foot, sending a tingling feeling up her legs.
"I'll make things up to Granger soon enough," Harry smirked as he ran his fingertips over her toes causing the paint on her nails to repair itself so it looked like they were just painted.
"Now you have to do the other one," Ginny said, giving him a hopeful look.
"What will you do for me?" Harry asked as she lifted her other leg and slipped her trainer off.
"What do you want?" Ginny asked as he began peeling her sock off.
"A date," Harry answered as he began to rub her other foot.
"A date?" Ginny asked incredulously.
"Yeah, next Hogsmeade weekend," Harry said matter-of-factly.
"My brother would blow a gasket," Ginny snorted.
"Then it's a good thing that I didn't ask his permission," Harry smirked.
"Are you just trying to get in my knickers?" Ginny demanded as he channeled magic into her foot making her stifle a groan.
"No, this won't be a romantic date at least not right away," Harry assured her as he kneaded his thumbs into the ball of her foot, making her sigh in contentment.
"Then why are we going?"Ginny asked.
" You're a pureblood from a sacred twenty-eight family and it'll keep my mother off of my back," Harry admitted as he repaired the polish on her toes by running his thumb over her toenails.
"So you're not really interested in me?" Ginny asked, sounding a bit disappointed.
"I'm not ready to get into a relationship right now plus there's the thing with Luna," Harry shrugged as he channeled magic into her foot making it feel like her foot was soaking in a hot bath.
"Oooooh my," Ginny gasped as she felt a tingling in her lower belly.
"Damn, I overpowered it," Harry muttered as he released her foot and Ginny looked at him breathing heavily.
"Wh-what was that?" Ginny gasped as she rubbed her thighs together and stared at him with widened eyes.
"I was channelling magic through your muscle groups to ease the tension, unfortunately, I think the magic may have gone a bit too far... up your legs," Harry said, giving her an apologetic smile.
"So you can get a girl off with a foot rub?" Ginny asked in amazement, her face turning red when she realized what she had just said.
"Yeah, let me show you," Harry said as he took her dainty foot in both of his hands and pushed his magic through his fingers.
"What are you-
" Oooooooooooooooh, my god!" Ginny shrieked as a wave of pleasure slammed and her eyes rolled back in her head.
As suddenly as it had started, it stopped as Harry released her foot much to her frustration.
"W-why did you s-stop?" Ginny gasped sounding almost... frustrated.
"The warning bell just rang," Harry smirked as he drew his wand and flicked it at her socks and shoes so they appeared on her feet.
"I'll go on a date with you but you have to do that for me again," Ginny said breathily as she stood up.
"Sure," Harry smirked as he took her hand and led her out of the room.
As they walked down the hall towards Gryffindor tower, neither of them noticed the two Gryffindor boys watching them from where they were hiding under a disillusionment charm.
