"What happened? I thought I was dead, and Harry and I were just fucking! What happened?"
Dumbledore looks at me kindly over his half-moon spectacles. "No, you were just unconcsious. Harry died. Also, you are much too young to be having sex. You're like 16, kiddo."
What does Dumbledore now? Surly nothing about love. He is being mean, so I leave and walk down the hallway toward the Gryffindor Tower, but on the way, Luna Lovegood stops and says hi, and I'm sad because Harry did, so we go into an empty classroom, and start kissing. I have to say, she's a much better kisser than Harry. Her lips are softer, and her hands move across my body with such dexterity that I can't help moaning. She shove me against the wall and starts kissing my neck, all while unbuttoning my shirt. And she doesn't stop there. Soon, my trousers are off, followed by my bra. She runs her hand across my pelvis, and I scream, "Just take me right now. Fuck me!"
And she delivers. She rips off my underwear and finds my clitoris with ease. I'm already wet down there, so her fingers move easily in circles, tension building with each revolution. Finally, when I can hold back anymore, I scream, "OH, HAR— I mean Luna!"
And just as I orgasm, I feel her fingers stop moving. "Did you just try to call me Harry?!"
