Luna

Luna was an Early-Bloomer. She started touching herself from a very young age. She was still a virgin, but for sure willing to put out if asked nicely, but noone ever did. She seemed to be too weird for boys to approach her normally. There had been a few muggle teens at Ottery St. Catchpole in the last summer who had yelled dirty things at her in passing. True - in the summer heat, she liked to dress in a way that left little to imagination. She enjoyed the sunlight tickling her skin and being outside. Luna had been dreamed about having a serious talk with a penis (giving a blowjob). That didn't mean that she was desperate for it, just that she would take the opportunity when the chance presented itself. Unfriendly muggles however were not what she was looking for in that prospect. She wanted magic.

All the talk of the older girls in her compartment had made her quite randy. That she wore a buttplug didn't make things easier. She had worn it ever since the summer break had started. Back then she had discovered it in a muggle magazine. She liked knowing things others didn't. Her wearing an sweet pink plug was such a thing.

She let her mind drift and thought of the boy who had just passed the apartment: The boy who lived - or rather the boy who packed serious meat. He had looked quite innocent. But Luna knew the truth. Men were wicked things, because they were especially influenced by nargels. Luna had seen a few through her glasses swirring around his head, before she had evaluated the body of Harry for signs. He was infected and it was visible even without the glasses. He had it bad. she smiled at him and gave him a wink. She would have to help him, she was the only one who could, the inly one who knew the truth.

Little had he known what sort of movements Parvati had been performing, when he moved by. It had been her indian cousin banging the hell out of Padma, while Parvati was waiting for her turn. The girls had been surprisingly open about their summer holidays.

She would love to be taken by Harry Potter. Tied up and used, left at the mercy of the chosen one. "Maybe", she thought, "maybe, I get lucky and the nargle infection worsens. Then he has no choice left." Because nargles, as Luna Lovegood knew, made even the most normal man boil over with lust. Then she would have her very own fucktoy.

But now she had more pressing matters on her mind. Luna was not a person to be horny and not do anything about it. So she got up and left for the toilets.

She had never pleasured herself on the express before. She looked forward to it. She liked interesting and somewhat public places. Last year she had discovered the forbidden forest for her special time. The risk of the groundskeeper or one of the centaurs finding her, was a complete turn on for her. She usually took off all her clothes, once she was inside the forest. That way she had no chance to cover herself or talk her way out if she ever got caught. That knowledge got her reeled up and she had her best orgasms lying on the moss, legs spread, the only sounds being the rashling trees, the singing birds, her vibrating wand and her loud, unsurpressed moans. Yes, special places got her going good. With a smile Luna closed the bathroom door and muttered "vibro maximus" as the train rattled on.

Ginny

Ginny was furious. She should have listened to her gut all along. That fucker Michael Corner had had the nerve to tell her to "put out or get out", whilest opening his trousers. She said no. He didn't want to hear that. He said everybody knew she was hot for Harry and that everbody thought her a slut for that, and that she had a reputation to live up to.

That had hit her, it made her hurt. She already had deep trust issues. How could she not, after being possesed by the mist powerful dark wizard who ever walked the earth a few years agon. Tom made her do and showed her things nobody in the right mind would enjoy and for sure nothing a girl should have to experience. Things which scared her off sex and intimacy ever since. She had never talked about it. Not to her parents, not to Dumbledore, not to Madam Pomfrey and most certainly not to the mind healer at St. Mungos her parents insisted her to see in the year following the possession. Tom had left his marks. But with the knowledge of his return she had decided that it was time. Time to leave him and the disgust of her own body behind. In the last few month she started touching herself. It was her way of fighting back. Her own war against Tom Marvolo Riddle, fought in her own body. Fought against Lord Voldemort. Sometimes she hated herself for it, she hated that she enjoyed herself. But she kept going. She had almost started to feel confident. She had started to think that she could be more than just a body for someone else to use.

Then Michael had happend. Nice, friendly Michael, who had approached her during the third task and kept writing her ever since. Michael the two face bastard. All she wanted was someone to confide in. All Michael wanted was someone to fuck on the train, it seemed. The Ravenclaw had been smart in his letters. They were not naughty, but Ginny had felt good writing to him, there had been chemistry. It had all been a lie.

She pushed him away.

"Come on now, I know you want me!" Michael said, "don't pretend to be something you are not!"

"Get the fuck out, or I will tell my brothers!", she yelled.

He shouted at her, but left. She was so enraged, that she shot a curse after him, but missed. "FUCK YOU!".

"Of course", she thought, "of course it had been a lie all along."

Then the door with the shattered glass opened, it was Harry. Her hero. Why had it to be Harry of all people to find her like this? At the time she was glad, that it was Harry, and noone else who had witnessed the scene. Harry was the only non Wesley she trusted. In fact, she trusted him more than anyone, in a special way. He asked what happend and then went to hug her. He locked his arms around her and instantly she felt safe. That was until she felt it. Harry tried to move his body somehow, but it was too late. She had felt him.

Harry noticed, that his secret movements hadn't helped and that Ginny knew. He took a step back and faced her with an concerned expression and shame, his green eyes seriously looking into hers. He swallowed.

"I am so sorry. I can explain." he said, voice dry.