"His Hidden Heart" by Sure As Elle
WARNING: This story contains Harry Potter (and other characters) as a pedosexual/pedoromantic (pedophile), consensual pedophilia sex, consensual sex between two or more minors, and consensual incest.
Note: Has another sex scene between characters who are minors. Same pairing (Harry/Luna), but this time with a twist brought to us by magic. Also setting something up for next chapter.
Chapter Three: The Room, The Date, and the Second Task
Note: Has another sex scene between characters who are minors. Same pairing, but this time with a twist brought to us by magic.
Friday at dinner, Luna came over and sat down next to him, holding his hand.
"Hey Luna. What's up?"
"Just wanted to let you know to meet me in the usual place after dinner. I have something to show you."
"I'll bet you do," Ron said, smirking. Hermione punched him on the shoulder, which made him chuckle.
"Okay, Luna. Want some pudding?"
"Thank you, Harry. I would love some spotted dick."
Ron started laughing so hard his face turned red as his hair.
"Mmm," Luna said, exaggerating her tone, "this is delicious dick. Not the best I've ever tasted, but close."
Ron fell over, unable to breathe, he was laughing so much.
"You are a child, Ronald, honestly," Hermione complained.
Harry finished his own meal and stood up. "Shall we go now, Luna?"
"Yes, I think so."
He took her arm in his, and they walked arm in arm to their usual classroom. Harry was about to cast the usual privacy spells, but Luna stopped him.
"We're not staying here. To be honest, I didn't expect us to leave together. Then I went into autopilot and forgot we actually need to go to the seventh floor corridor. With the help of the house elves, I found something I'm sure you'll find interesting. But depending on how long we plan to be there, you might want to get your cloak first."
"Oh, I see. Okay, I'll be back in a few minutes."
Being careful not to run too fast in case Filch appeared, he hurried to his room and pulled his invisibility cloak and the Marauder's Map out of his trunk and stuffed them in his robes before heading back to meet Luna again.
"So what's on the seventh floor?" Harry asked.
"You'll see."
"Oh, and where on the seventh floor, exactly?"
"Across from that tapestry of ballet-dancing trolls."
"What? There's nothing but a blank wall there."
"Like I said, you'll see."
When they got there, she told him to stand there and watch, so he did. He watched as she walked past the tapestry several times, concentrating on something. On the third pass, he noticed a door appear in the wall, where none had been before.
"What the-" he started, but got cut off when she yanked him into the room and slammed the door behind them.
"This is the Come And Go Room, or Room of Requirement. You walk past it three times, concentrating on what you need, and it appears. This room is hidden from others while we're in it."
"Wow," Harry said.
He looked around, then, at the room. It was large, but cozy, and the central piece of it was a large bed, big enough for three people to sleep on at the same time and still have plenty of room to spare.
"Oh wow, this is so much better than that desk!"
"Quite," she agreed. "But there's more. To celebrate our first time here, I thought I'd bring a little surprise for you."
"Another surprise? What is it?"
She pulled a bottle out of her robes.
"And that is...?"
"You've heard of an aging potion, right?"
"Yeah. Fred and George took some, to try to get past Dumbledore's age line."
"Yes. If they knew enough to make it, they had to have known it wouldn't work. It doesn't actually make you older, just mimics the effects of aging, temporarily."
"Why do you have a bottle of aging potion, anyway?"
"Not aging potion. Reverse aging potion."
He stared. "What? Does that mean you... what?"
"Well, there's enough here to make me as young as five years old again, until I take the counter-potion."
He gaped at her. "So... so you're offering... are you offering to have sex with me while you're de-aged to a younger child again?"
"Exactly. That is, if you want to. And if you like what you see when I change."
"What did you look like before?"
"I thought you might ask, so I brought something else."
Setting the bottle down on a nearby table, she pulled a small photo album out of her robes, and handed it to him. He flipped through it; it was all pictures of Luna, at various ages. He went through them at a moderate pace, staring now and then at the beauty of younger Luna. When he got to her at age 9, though, he froze, feeling butterflies in his belly and his heart racing. She seemed to notice this, or perhaps the evidence down below, for she giggled.
"So is that a vote for age 9?"
He shook himself a little, then perused the other pictures. She was lovely in all of them, of course, but 9 seemed to be her best year.
"You're lovely in all of these, hot in most of these, but at nine, holy shit!"
"Nine it is, then."
"Agreed."
He handed the photo album back to her, and she set it on the table, set a second, smaller bottle down as well, picking up the reverse aging potion.
"Shall I do it now?"
"I'm ready," he said.
She nodded, and poured a measured dose into a beaker the Room provided, double checked the amount, then swallowed it. In the blink of an eye, she shrunk down to be about a head shorter than Harry, her breasts shrinking down to prepubescent size as well. Her face was younger, too.
"Well, how do I look? Oh that sounds weird," she said, commenting on her much younger-sounding voice.
Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a mirror the Room had provided.
"You're nine again! And your robes are much too big for you, now."
She nodded. Her robes were barely hanging onto her, so she pulled them off and tossed them aside. Only then did she notice her bra and panties had fallen off as well, so she stood there naked but for oversized shoes and socks. Shrugging, she removed those as well and folded it all and set it aside on the table.
"Oh Mister Harry Potter, sir," Luna said, acting the part, "it's terribly rude to remain clothed while I, a helpless child of nine, am naked."
"You're right, of course, little one."
He pulled his clothes off and stowed them on the other side of the table from Luna's things, so he didn't end up wearing her clothes again. He looked at Luna again, and his cock got very stiff at the sight of her. Walking over to her, he picked her up and carried her over to the bed.
"Damn, I wish I had a camera. Of course, I'd have to figure out how to hide the pictures if I took any. So it's probably best I don't have one."
"Yeah, true. Or wait until after Hogwarts. After all, it's not like I won't be able to do it again."
"Point. Oh, can I just cuddle you for a while? Cuddles are fun, but naked cuddles are even more fun."
They slipped under the covers, Luna being the little spoon for once.
"You're quite right, there's nothing quite like naked cuddles."
She giggled as his cock pressed against her backside. She was laying on top of him face-up now, and he ran his hands over her chest with its puffy little prepubescent tits and nipples that were delightfully sensitive; every time his hand made contact, she shuddered a little and gasped.
"It's odd," she said, "but I got just as excited about doing this for you as I would at the thought of someone doing it for me. I wonder if I'm an auto-pedophile as well as being a pedophile?"
"Auto-pedophile?"
"Gets turned on by thoughts of being a child, and being 'molested.' And of the reality of it, I suppose, given how I'm reacting right now."
"Well that works out perfectly," he said, kissing her neck. "Because it would suck if you found you didn't like doing it."
"Mmm, quite. Oh Harry, rub my nipples again? They haven't been this sensitive in years, I miss how it feels."
"Did somebody play with you when you were a child?"
"I wish. No, I just played with myself. Which is fun, but this is more fun."
Obliging her, he rubbed her little nipples again, while also kissing her neck and nibbling on her ears. As he did, she put a hand down into her hairless, childish pussy and rubbed on her little clit. Already this was feeling better than any masturbation she could remember. She made a mental note to remember to get more supplies for this potion, she knew she'd be wanting to do this again.
In response to his ministrations, she rubbed her body against his cock, making it poke her in the bum a little. She had a sudden image of him sticking it down there, but held off directing him there; she would want him in her pussy first, ass second.
She rolled off him, and directed him to do as he pleased with her. Harry began massaging her pussy, while his tongue traced her little tits, making her back arch and little moans escape her. He flicked her nipples with his tongue, and she squeaked adorably. His hand felt warm and wet, then; her pussy was producing natural lube. Grinning, he used some of it on his fingers to rub on her clit, while sucking her nipple into his mouth, his tongue going to town on it.
"Fuuuuck," she moaned, and he chuckled; it was interesting hearing a nine-year old voice say that word, even though he knew she was really 13.
Slowly increasing the speed of his fingers, he jilled her off, filling her lithe little body with sexual tension, sexy little moans and grunts escaping her lips. His cock was getting almost painfully hard, but the waiting just excited him more.
Her breathing speed spiked, as did her moans, and then she shook with orgasm. He didn't slow down, but kept it up, and the tension barely abated before building again.
"FUUUUCK!" she shouted, a second orgasm striking.
She collapsed, and opened her eyes up at him.
"Mister Harry Potter sir? Will you please fuck my little pussy with your cock?"
"Hmm," he said, pretending to think about it. "I don't know. Are you a good girl or a bad girl?"
"Whatever will get me your cock in my pussy," she said.
"Bad girl it is, then. I can spank you later."
He got up on his hands and knees, but immediately noticed a problem; she was now too small for him to easily reach her pussy with his cock. But then he looked to the side and saw that the Room had provided a large body pillow that was thick and stiff enough that, when she climbed onto it, got her perfectly positioned for him to fuck her adorable little cunt.
Lifting her legs over his shoulders as far as they would go, he started by rubbing his cock in her natural juices, and against her clit, teasing her by jilling her off with his cock.
"IN the pussy, please," she pleaded with him.
"What's the magic word?"
"Fuck me, PLEASE!"
"Well okay, then," he said, grinning.
Harry pushed his cock into her wet pussy. Despite his preconceptions, it was not as difficult as he'd feared it would be. Yes, she was much smaller, and thus the fit was more snug, but their foreplay had relaxed the muscles of her pussy, and between that and the lube it was making, his cock slid into her with minimal difficulty.
"Oh my fucking GOD, Luna, this is amazing!"
He stroked back and forth, pushing against her clit as he did, and her ecstatic moans of delight told him he was doing good. It felt so good for him, too, that he had a hard time holding back his load, and had to pause now and then to keep himself from blowing his load early. But then he remembered he could do multiple orgasms too, and stopped holding back.
Luna gave a delighted little squeal as he ejaculated inside her and kept going, his own semen adding to Luna's natural pussy lube. He kept pushing against her clit rhythmically, and he could tell by the sounds she was making that she was getting closer. He came inside her a second time, and as he kept going, noticed that every time he came inside her, she got a lot closer to her orgasm.
"FUCK ME! Oh God, HARDER! Faster!"
He grinned, obliging her, the pressure in his cock being slower to build than the other times. Slow enough, in fact, that even after she had an orgasm, he kept going. She wasn't indicating he should stop, after all.
When his third orgasm came, Luna had another as well. Feeling his legs turn to jelly, Harry pulled out and rolled over. She rolled over onto him, and they lay there kissing as their combined fluids dripped from her pussy to his legs.
"I'd better clean you out," he said once his legs felt better.
"Oooh, okay," she said, getting back on the body pillow.
He kissed the insides of her thighs, licking the spots of come and pussy juice on them here and there, feeling his cock getting hard again. He worked his way closer to her cunt, and when he got there, he peppered it with kisses before he started to clean it with his tongue.
Aside from the occasional salty globs of semen, her pussy tasted delicious. Not having tasted it before, he wondered what, if any, difference there was in the taste. Putting that thought aside for now, he switched his attention to running his tongue over her clit, the sounds of her excitement exciting him in turn.
After several minutes of this, Luna said, "Oh Mister Harry Potter, sir, would you please put it in my butt?"
"Um... well, I don't know if we have any lube for—oh, here's some. Gotta love this Room," he said, picking up the bottle of anal lube from the end table next to the bed.
As Harry got the bottle open, Luna turned herself over and wiggled her little butt at him excitedly. He squirted some of the lube on her rosebud and worked it inside her with his fingers.
"You sure you want your first anal to be when you're so much smaller?"
"Yes, please."
"Well if you're sure, okay."
Still, he was dubious, and so he took extra time with his fingers to ease her anus open. It helped that she was relaxed, and so her sphincter was relaxing as well. When he could get three fingers in without her making any pained noises, he put some lube on his cock with his free hand, and eased it inside her.
If her pussy had been snug, this was downright tight. Even relaxed, her ass was tight, and put a stronger – but still pleasant – pressure on his cock. Slowly, he moved it in and out, holding onto her hips best he could with hands still covered in lube. Her face was bright red, but she was smiling and making pleased little noises.
With guidance from her, over the next few minutes he gradually went faster, adding more lube every now and then, until he was pounding her anus almost as fast as he'd pounded her pussy, and she was practically purring and melting into the body pillow.
His breathing grew faster, and he knew as he approached orgasm that this would be the last one for the night, and told her so. She made a sad noise, but went back to enjoying being fucked in the ass. He felt his balls constrict, and he blew his largest load yet into her bum, making her coo with delight.
Exhausted, he pulled out and cleaned up his cock and hands with his wand, before laying down again. He pulled her onto himself, and it was like trying to move a corpse, she was so limp. But she was still breathing, and still making pleased sounds.
They lay there like that, Harry running his hands through her hair, for an unknown amount of time. But he was getting very tired, and Luna was an inch from sleep as well, and it would probably not be a good idea to sleep here all night long, even though it was Saturday tomorrow.
When he told her all this, she made noises of protest, but got up. When she stood up, she wiggled her butt and giggled.
"It feels all squishy and weird inside my bum. I like it."
The Room provided them with a shower, so they showered together, giggling and resisting the urge to fuck again in the shower the whole time. When they finished, they dried themselves off with their wands, Luna took the counter-potion and became 13 again, they dressed, kissed one last time, and then – Harry checking the Map first, went under the cloak to Ravenclaw tower so she wouldn't get in trouble.
As he went back toward his own dorm, he felt he could sing, he felt so good. He was also looking at the Map, and spotted Barty Crouch, the head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, on the Map. He was so distracted by this that he stupidly stepped in the trick step in the stairs that Neville was always missing, and fell over, dropping the Map. He was lucky he hadn't broken his leg, but instead of feeling grateful for that, he was pissed that he was stuck, and the Map – which he had failed to wipe – was too far for him to reach.
He was about to Summon it when he heard Filch's voice.
"Filch!" snapped Snape. "Someone has been in my personal store cupboard, doubtless another student stealing potions ingredients for illicit concoctions. Have you seen anyone suspicious about?"
"Professor," the man said, "I heard something down this way, which is why I was here. Sounded like a yelp."
Harry silently cursed. He must have cried out when he got stuck.
They came into the room, and he feared they would see the Map. But someone else came in, too. With a thunk, thunk, Professor Moody walked in.
"Pajama party, is it?" he growled up the stairs.
"Professor Snape and I heard noises, Professor," said Filch at once. "A student out of bed, by the sound of it. And Professor Snape said someone had broken into his off-"
"Shut up!" Snape hissed to Filch.
Moody took a step closer to the foot of the stairs. Harry saw Moody's magical eye travel over Snape, and then, unmistakably, onto himself.
Harry's heart gave a horrible jolt. Moody could see through Invisibility Cloaks. Moody's lopsided gash of a mouth opened in surprise. For a few seconds, he and Harry stared straight into each other's eyes. Then Moody closed his mouth and turned his blue eye upon Snape again.
"Did I hear that correctly, Snape?" he asked slowly. "Someone broke into your office?"
"It is unimportant," said Snape coldly.
"On the contrary," growled Moody, "it is very important. Who'd want to break into your office?"
"Just a student, I daresay. Potions ingredients have gone missing before."
Moody indicated he wasn't so sure, and implied Snape had something to hide. Something Snape did not look pleased about. They argued some, Moody tried ordering Snape to bed; the argument ended in a stalemate.
"You've dropped something, by the way," Moody said, indicating the Map.
In a panic now, Harry tried motioning to Moody that it was his. He seemed to get the message across, as Moody Summoned it.
"Whoops, sorry, it's mine. Must've fallen out of my pocket."
But Snape saw it, at least well enough to guess Harry was there. Moody had to talk very fast to get Snape to give up and go away. Filch soon followed, and Harry was relieved.
"Thank you," he said as Moody helped him out of the trick step.
"No problem, Potter. This is some map, by the way. Impressive magic. Did you make this?"
"Er, no. I, uh... inherited it."
Moody's eyes zipped around the map a while, then up at Harry. "So, what were you out and about for, Potter? You working on that egg clue?"
"What? Oh no, I worked that out ages ago. I have a plan and everything. Everything is in order for the second task."
"Good, good. But I'm still curious. I saw you earlier, of course; I don't miss much, with this eye of mine. But then you and that Lovegood girl vanished from my sight for several hours. Oh, you two find a nice private place for a snog, eh? Eh, Potter?"
"Er, yeah, kinda," he said, feeling uncomfortable with how Moody was talking.
"Ah, young love. Nothing like it. I had a girlfriend in Hogwart's myself, you know. Yes, hard to believe but I was once even more handsome than I am now." Then, whispering so Harry could just barely hear him, Moody continued, "I saw you dancing with everyone at the Yule Ball, by the way. Reckon everyone did, of course, but I noticed you seemed especially keen on dancing with all the young girls. And you seemed to enjoy the company of one girl in particular, and it wasn't Lovegood."
Harry was very uncomfortable now. Had he really been so obvious?
"I don't know what you mean," he said coolly.
Moody chuckled. "Don't worry, boy, I'm not going to tell tales on you. Nothing untoward happened, and I reckon nothing will. But if you've got an eye for girls of the younger kind, Potter, you wouldn't be the first in the castle, and I doubt you'll be the last. This eye has more uses than looking out for dark wizard assassins, after all. Anyway, I reckon nobody but you and me and others just like us noticed anything unusual. But then, we can always spot our own kind, I've found. And that Luna girl is like you and me too, am I right?"
"Er... yes," he said, feeling he was safe to tell him.
"Well you treasure her, then, okay Potter? Finding someone else like us who's also into us is a rare thing."
"I do treasure her, sir."
"Good, good. Now, one last question, Potter. Can I borrow this map?"
"What? Oh... well, I suppose so."
"Good. You can never have too many tools against dark wizards."
"Ah, yes. Oh, by the way, I saw Mr. Crouch on the map earlier. It distracted me, and that's why I got stuck."
"Mr. Crouch? Where?"
"He was in Snape's office. So Snape was right about someone being in there."
"Well he's not here now," Moody said.
"Odd. I know Apparition is impossible on the grounds."
"Well he does have a House Elf. House Elves can Apparate just fine on Hogwarts grounds."
"Yeah, I remember that now. But he dismissed his house elf."
"What? Oh yes, I remember now; that debacle at the World Cup. Well here's your stop, Potter, better get to bed. And if you ever need any help with things related to our mutual interest, like a camera, for instance, let me know and I'll gladly help you out."
"Er, thanks." Harry said, hurrying away.
Later, in bed, he reflected on the conversation, and even though Moody was right, and they did have a common interest... well, despite Moody's reputation as an Auror, something was extremely creepy about the man. Harry didn't think he would misuse a magical eye the way Moody was, and the camera comment struck him as even creepier for some reason. Sure, he'd been wanting a camera earlier, to take pictures of age-reversed Luna, but that would have been with her permission, and somehow he doubted Moody cared about pesky things like permission, which struck him as very odd behavior for an Auror. The sleep he fell into was fitful.
The day of the Second Task had arrived, and he was concerned; he hadn't seen Luna since the night before, and he couldn't see her in the crowd. He didn't know what they expected to see from the stands, unless Dumbledore knew some kind of spell to see through the black water to watch the Champions, but he was too concerned about Luna's absence to think too hard on that.
She was still missing when they lined up, ready to go into the lake. Then, remembering the Egg's song, and remembering he hadn't seen Hermione either, he had a sinking feeling he knew where Luna was. He had to remind himself of her words about Dumbledore guaranteeing their safety, to keep himself from panicking.
Standing by the water in his swimsuit, he waited as Bagman counted down. When the starter pistol went off, Harry had already swallowed the slimy gillyweed, and was already changing. His feet and hands became long and webbed, and he stood there drowning in air as his lungs closed up, gills growing on his neck. He jumped in, and took a glorious mouthful of sweet, sweet water.
Wasting no time, he dived, as far down as he could go, but remained far enough away from the weeds at the bottom to avoid any grindylows. As he swam around looking for where he was to go, he saw Moaning Myrtle.
"Hello," she said. "If you're looking for the merpeople, they're that way. I won't go with, they don't like me much."
He gave Myrtle a thumbs-up, and swam in the indicated direction.
Sure enough, as he approached the village square of the merpeople village, he saw four people tied up in the water, their heads bobbing, air bubbled leaking from their mouth now and then. One was Luna, another was Hermione. He also recognized Cho Chang. Lastly was a very pretty little blond girl who bore a strong resemblance to Fleur Delacour.
Casting a cutting spell with his wand, he freed Luna and began swimming up with her. But he paused; he knew Luna had said they'd be fine, and he didn't doubt it, but something was bothering him; it felt like a betrayal to just leave them there.
"Take your own hostage and go! Leave the others!"
He swam up a little more, but stayed to watch. The merpeople glared at him, but he watched the scene anyway. He felt idiotic, but still... that little girl looked so helpless there. And if he had a sister, and she was in danger, he'd want to make sure she was okay. But no, he was being stupid.
Cedric Diggory showed up, then, and freed Cho, taking her away. Still no Fleur, though. He continued waiting, struggling between the desire to go and the desire to stay.
Krum showed up, too, his head transfigured into a shark's head, and he needed Harry's help to free his hostage, since his teeth weren't really made for cutting rope. Still, no Fleur.
Fuck it, he thought, and went to free the girl. He had to threaten the merpeople to do it, but he grabbed her. He felt the gillyweed wearing off, so he took out the spare and hastily ate it, giving him the strength to swim with the both of them to the surface.
When they breached, they both woke up. The little girl looked surprised, even shocked, at where she was. Luna looked from the girl to Harry, and sighed.
"Did you forget what I said?"
Since he still needed to be underwater, he shook his head. She sighed again, realizing it was pointless to talk with him for now. Holding onto his shoulders under the water, their own heads above the surface, the two girls hitched a ride back to the platform where the judges were, where he let them off. He felt even stupider now he had to remain underwater for the next hour, lest he drown in air. Everything sounded muffled from down there, but he still managed to hear that his strange, stupid compulsion had been mistaken for bravery and he tied with Cedric despite being the last person back and well past the time limit.
"Harry," Dumbledore said. "Please surface. I have the counter to your predicament."
Nodding, Harry surfaced, immediately feeling like he was drowning. Dumbledore poured a potion into his mouth, and while he remained transformed, his lungs were at least working. He thanked the headmaster, then looked around, waving at Luna.
His eyes then spotted Fleur and her sister holding each other very close. And while it was a perfectly reasonable thing for them to be doing, Harry had a strange sense about it, like there was something unusual. He continued to observe them, and as Fleur peppered her sister with kisses, he put the pieces together. What Moody had said came back to him; maybe it was his imagination, or maybe not, but it felt to him like he was recognizing his own kind, in Fleur.
Glancing at Luna, she was looking curiously at the pair as well. She turned to look at him, and they shared a significant look.
Later that night, in the Room of Requirement, Luna and Harry sat down on the bed together.
"So, what we saw earlier," Harry began. "Between Fleur and Gabrielle? Was I just reading too much into it? Or was Moody right?"
Since he'd discussed the conversation between him and Moody with her the other day, she knew what he meant.
"I don't know. It would be interesting if it were true. But you're right to wonder. After all, we might just be seeing what we want to see."
"Yes. And even if we're right, it's too much of a risk trying to ask her."
"Agreed. So let's put it out of our minds for now. Want to cuddle?"
"Sure. But let's not be too late. I'd rather not risk another late-night run in with Snape."
The next day, at breakfast, Fleur Delacour came over to Harry at the Griffindor table and asked if he would meet her somewhere they could talk in private. He nodded, and she left.
"Fleur wants a private word with you, eh Harry?" Ron said, sniggering.
"Ron, she probably just wants to thank Harry."
"I'm sure she does."
Harry ignored Ron. When he finished his dinner, he got up and met Fleur outside of the Great Hall.
"I know a place we can go," he said, pre-empting her. "Follow me."
A few minutes later, they were in the classroom he and Luna used to use before finding the Room of Requirement. He cast privacy spells, then turned to her.
"You wanted a word?"
"Oui, 'arry. I... well, I 'ad a question for you."
"Okay. What is it?"
"Well, you see... Gabrielle said somesing about you, and I do not know if it is true or not. I am a bit worried to ask. Can I 'ave a wizard's vow to keep zis question a secret?"
"I swear on my magic to keep your question a secret, and to not tell anyone without your permission first."
"Good, good. Anyway... Gabrielle says she has some, well... suspicions about you, from 'ow you acted around 'er. She is 'oping she is correct."
"What suspicions are those?"
"She is sinking you... well, I shall ask my question: Do you fancy my sister?"
Harry felt his face turn hot. He would have denied it if she hadn't said Gabrielle hoped she was right.
"You can be 'onest, 'arry, I swear on my magic I will not tell anyone your secrets either, wisout permission."
"Well, in that case... yes. I do."
"Oh good! Because Gabrielle fancies you as well. Oh, and zere is more. I must explain somesing first before I continue."
"Go ahead."
"It is a little known fact about Veela, zat they need to, er... make love... at least once a month, in order to survive. It is a large part of 'ow and why zey are so good at glamours."
"Okay..."
"Anyway, 'arry, my sister and I 'ave inherited zis need. And it starts at age five. As such, we do not 'ave ze same ideas about sex wis minors as 'umans do, at least among our own kind."
He thought about that. If she hadn't explained this, he would have had a hard time saying yes to what she was implying; this information made him a lot more comfortable with where he thought the conversation was going.
"Oh. So... I have a question, then."
"Yes?"
"Luna and I – Luna's my girlfriend – noticed that you and Gabrielle seem a little too close to just be sisters. Would I be correct to assume you and she are lovers?"
Fleur blushed, but nodded. "Yes. Our maman provided me what I needed when I was younger, but she had absorbed ze 'uman feelings about it and so felt shame. She could not bring 'erself to do ze same for Gabrielle, so it fell to me. And we became very close because of it. It is not a chore for eizer of us. We are in love wis each uzzer."
"Interesting. And you're saying Gabrielle wants to... that she wants to make love with me? Or is it too early for that?"
"You 'ave guessed correctly. And, well... I would not mind a turn wis you as well."
"I'd have to ask my girlfriend, Luna. And I should probably ask Gloria as well."
"Gloria? 'oo is zis Gloria?"
"Gloria Hartnell, a first year here at Hogwarts. We have a platonic relationship. Well, we haven't actually had a date yet, but we have one coming up, a cuddle date."
"Ooh, is she related to Ogma Hartnell, by any chance?"
Harry blinked. "I don't know. Why?"
"Well, Ogma Hartnell has Tuatha de Danann blood. The Tuatha are a nearly extinct race of 'umanoid magical beings. Zey are slightly shorter zan 'umans, but look almost exactly like us. You should look zem up."
"I will. But yeah, I'd have to ask Luna and Gloria first. I don't think Luna would mind, though she might want to watch or join in."
"Oh, so is zis Luna a little-girl fancier as well?"
"Yes. She likes little boys, too. I don't."
"Ah yes, little boys are not as interesting as teenage and older boys. But to each zeir own. Yes, you ask your two girlfriends if zey are fine wis you being wis Gabrielle and myself. And if Gloria is interested in meeting us too, zen ze more ze merrier."
"You don't even know what she looks like."
"If she iz a Hartnell, and if she 'as your interest, 'arry, zen I am interested as well."
"Okay. Oh, er... before I go... my friends, Ron and Hermione, don't know about this side of myself. What should I tell them?"
"Well... if you want, 'arry, you could tell zem I was interested in a threesome wis you and your Luna. It is close enough to ze truth." She chuckled, tossing her hair back.
"Oh, Ron would love that. But he might ease up on Hermione in that case."
That day was also the date of his and Luna's cuddle date with Gloria. He went to Ron and Hermione, told them Fleur just wanted to thank him for saving Gabrielle, and that her sister wanted to meet Harry properly to thank him as well. He hadn't yet decided if he wanted to tell them what Fleur had suggested he tell them, so he didn't yet. He then excused himself, saying he and Luna had somewhere to be, and that it was a secret. He left Ron snickering and Hermione rolling her eyes at Ron.
He was leaving the Great Hall when Luna came up to him and they walked arm-in-arm. They met Gloria at the library.
"We're going somewhere else for our cuddle date, Gloria," Luna told her quietly.
"Where?"
"You'll see."
A few minutes later, Gloria stood staring at the two of them as they walked past the tapestry of dancing trolls several times to activate the Room of Requirement. She gasped when a door suddenly appeared in the blank wall.
When they got inside and closed the door, Luna said, "Room of Requirement. It becomes whatever the seeker needs. Since we need comfort and privacy, the Room provides."
They looked around. The room was different this time. It looked mostly the same to how it had when he and Luna had been in here, but along with the bed was an area of the room with big soft cushions on the floor, which Harry supposed was just in case Gloria wasn't comfortable using the bed. There was also an old-fashioned phonograph record player and a selection of albums. Harry almost snorted a bogey out his nose when he saw one of the albums was Barry Manilow. Others were far more appropriate.
"Wow!" Gloria said, going through the albums. "This room is AMAZING."
"Glad you like it."
Gloria put on some soothing classical music, kicked off her shoes, took off her robes – revealing she had on a t-shirt and shorts underneath her robes, and jumped onto the bed. Luna and Harry did the same, though Luna had a skirt on underneath instead of trousers. They lay down on the bed together, giggling.
At first, they talked about classes, getting a report, basically, on Gloria's progress, which was very good. The tutoring was helping her a lot. She lay between the two of them at first, the two older students turning to face her and snuggle against her. Liking the sensation, she encouraged them to snuggle even closer.
Almost an hour later, Gloria was laying atop Harry, who was running his fingers through her hair. Luna had her arm around the top of Gloria, who closed her eyes and smiled.
"This is nice. We should do it again."
"Hey," Harry said gently, "while I have you both here, I should tell you about the conversation I had with Fleur Delacour earlier."
Harry proceeded to describe the whole conversation, in frank language. Gloria blushed bright red at the end of it, but smiled back at him. Then she turned to look at Luna, who was thoughtful.
"Mmm," she said, smiling and shifting about in a way Harry recognized as being horny. "Well I'll keep my opinion to myself for now. I want to hear Gloria's thoughts first."
"Well, we're just cuddle buddies for now. I don't think I'm gonna want to change that anytime soon. As long as we still get to cuddle, and do tutoring, and be friends and stuff, I don't care what you and Luna do or with who. Just be safe."
Luna nodded. "Great answer. I thought that might be your answer, but I wanted to be sure first. Anyway, I'm okay with Harry, Gabrielle, and Fleur doing things together. I just want to watch, and maybe join in."
"That shouldn't be a problem. Fleur said they were open to that."
"Good. Then you should talk with her next time you can, to find out where and when to meet."
"Should we invite them to the Room?"
"Hmm... well that would avoid the problem of what if we're spotted going to the Beauxbatons carriage. Yes."
"Okay, I will."
The three did not speak again for some time; they just lay there cuddling. The only thing that was said was Gloria telling them that they could stroke her arms and back if they wanted to. Harry nodded and started running his fingers along her arm, closing his eyes and making pleasured noises at the sensation of Gloria's soft skin and light, downy arm hair under his hands. Luna had pulled part of the back of Gloria's shirt up, exposing the small of her back, and running her hands along the dark amber skin.
Gloria giggled. "Little Harry is excited," she said, making Harry blush.
"And how do you feel about that?" asked Luna.
"Well, it's interesting. I don't mind. I'm feeling a bit warm down there myself."
"Ah. Well, then, I have an idea," Luna said, kissing Harry on the lips.
Gloria giggled again. "Yeah, he likes that too."
"Mmm, how did I get so lucky to have two beautiful girls in bed with me?"
"I don't know," Luna answered. "But you're forgetting Fleur and Gabrielle."
"I'm a firm believer in not counting my dragons before they've hatched."
"Ah, that's probably wise."
"Anyway, Luna, I don't know what I feel about you teasing me so. You know we can't do anything with Gloria here."
She chuckled at her boyfriend. "Just winding you up for later."
Harry opened his eyes and saw Gloria was blushing, but grinning. "If you two lovebirds wanna hang out here after dinner later, feel free. I'll go to the library or something and let you."
"Mmm," Harry said. "What time is it now?"
Luna cast a tempus. "Eleven AM. It's not even lunchtime yet. Are we going to pause for lunch?"
"Well I dunno about you two, but I had a big breakfast."
"Okay. Well if any of us get hungry between lunch and dinner, I can go down to the kitchens and get some food from the house elves," Luna said.
"If these are our plans, Luna, then could you not tease me until closer to dinnertime?"
Luna sighed melodramatically. "Alright, that sounds reasonable."
Hours later, Harry woke up, the two girls still in place but asleep. They had all fallen asleep at some point, and Harry had no idea when or how long it'd been. It was a little difficult to get to his wand with Gloria laying atop him, but he finally managed it, and cast a tempus. It was half an hour til dinner.
"Gloria," he said quietly, stroking her face softly. "It's almost dinnertime."
"Ughhnggh..." she said, groggily lifting her head up. One cheek was red with white lines from Harry's clothing. He chuckled.
"Time's it?" she asked.
"Half an hour til dinner."
Gloria groaned, but he picked her up and set her down on the ground. She pouted, but got her robes back on over her other clothes. Harry got up and began doing the same. He turned around to wake Luna up, and gave a start as she was standing up right there, stretching.
They let Gloria go ahead, Harry wishing he hadn't given Moody the Marauder's Map, and watching down the hallway carefully so she didn't get seen being off somewhere alone with him and Luna. When she was far enough away, they waited a few more minutes, then the two of them left together, as it didn't matter if people knew Harry and Luna were spending time alone together.
At dinner, Luna sat by Fleur to relay a message for Harry, and Harry spotted the part-Veela girl glancing back at him with a grin. Luckily, nobody at the Griffindor table seemed to notice this. He went back to his beans and kippers, resisting the urge to grin like a loon.
After dinner, Luna walked next to him. Hermione and Ron were still eating, thankfully, for she immediately said in a soft voice, "I spoke with Fleur. Told her where to meet us tomorrow. In order to not attract attention, she will be using the Disillusionment charm, since part-Veela tend to attract a lot of attention."
Harry nodded, understanding both what she'd said and what she hadn't said as well, since they didn't know how Skeeter was getting information for the horrible articles she was writing. But his face turned hot, and there were butterflies in his stomach.
Sensing his feelings, Luna squeezed his arm gently. "It'll be okay. Remember what she said."
"But what if she was lying? What if..." he didn't want to say more without being inside warding. Luckily, they were outside their previous unused classroom, so Luna pulled him inside, put up privacy wards, did hominum revelio just in case, and only then did she speak.
"She wasn't lying. I asked her about it myself in an oblique way, and she's sincere."
"What if that's just her perception? She'd be telling the truth from her point of view, but it wouldn't be The Truth, if you know what I mean."
"Well we'll just wait and see how it goes tomorrow, and if for any reason you're uncomfortable, we can back out."
"But what if she... what if she tells our secret?"
"She wouldn't reveal our secret, she'd risk her own secret coming out. Remember what she said, Harry. And you told me you both swore on your magic to keep one another's secrets, right?"
He nodded again, calming down a little. "Yeah okay. That makes me feel better."
"Good. Well, I need to do homework, so I'll see you tomorrow, okay Harry?"
"Yeah, I should do some work too. See you. Love you, Luna."
"I love you too, Harry."