This is my first attempt at writing a proper fanfic, so any feedback is welcome! As it's my first time, this is all very vanilla and romantic, but if it's well received I may write a chapter 2 or possibly some other stories I have in mind which could be more spicy.
WARNING: This story is basically porn with very little plot. Proceed at your own peril.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter and I am not making any money from this story. All characters are over a thousand years old and eat porridge exclusively.
It had been raining non-stop for almost a week over Hogwarts. The rain might have been fine on its own, but coupled with the bitter January cold it made traversing over the grounds to and from lessons an uncomfortable affair. Harry supposed after the exceptionally hot summer they had had a few months previously, a downpour like this was probably warranted, but that didn't mean the rain didn't make an already difficult year that little bit more painful.
Harry's fifth year at Hogwarts had been so far unlike any other. Harry felt as though Dumbledore had been giving him the cold shoulder for the whole year, and Umbridge seemed determined to make Harry's life a living hell. This, coupled with Snape's impossible Occlumency lessons, left Harry feeling isolated and alone despite his good friends. Only his secret Dumbledore's Army meetings with his closest friends gave him any happiness. Seeing Neville, Luna, Ginny, and the others mastering defensive magic under his tutelage left him feeling proud and quietly vengeful against Umbridge's poor excuse for Defence Against the Dark Arts lessons. But the stress of their upcoming OWL exams and the accompanying ever-increasing workload had been eating away at any opportunity to host DA sessions since the students returned from Christmas break. Harry was itching to do something worthwhile in the fight against Voldemort, and his mind was buzzing with stress from his endless workload. To top it all off, the torrential rain has sprung several leaks in the Gryffindor common room's roof which meant all the Gryffindors had been relocated to temporary dormitories while the leaks were fixed.
'I don't get why Dumbledore can't just cast Reparo and have us all back in our rooms by the end of the day,' remarked Harry.
He was stood beside Ron and Hermione, dripping slightly on the stone floors, reading the sign posted beside the portrait of the Fat Lady which concealed the dormitory door. It contained details of their temporary accommodation and told them that their trunks had already been moved to their new chambers for them.
'It's not that simple with a building like Hogwarts,' explained Hermione, her hair damp with rain.
As she spoke, she fished inside her robes for her wand.
'There are so many enchantments and spells on these walls. To fix a simple leak, the spells all need to be carefully undone, then reapplied once the roof is fixed. If it's not done properly then the school's security would be compromised.'
Her hand finally found her wand, which she whipped out and pointed at herself. A warm burst of air emitted from the tip, blowing her hair dry followed by her robes, before she turned to Harry and Ron to dry their clothes as well.
'Thanks, Hermione,' sighed Ron, holding his wet cloak open to better catch the air. 'You've gotta teach us that spell sometime. I don't expect this rain to let up any time soon.'
Hermione rolled her eyes, but she smiled as she said 'It's a simple charm really, you just -' but before she could finish there was a whoop from above their heads as Peeves the poltergeist swooped in, his arms laden with water balloons.
'Potty and his friends look like they're missing out on the fun!' cackled the poltergeist. 'Why don't you all let loose!' Peeves bellowed, before lobbing a balloon directly at Harry's head which exploded, thoroughly drenching them all once again.
The next afternoon the Gryffindor dormitories were still not repaired, but Harry, whose mind was preoccupied with Umbridge's latest injustices, had forgotten this as he sprinted by habit across the courtyard towards the abandoned Gryffindor common rooms with his books held over his head. His socks were thoroughly soaked by the puddles which had formed on the uneven stone slabbed floor, and he could feel ice cold water seeping through his shirt to his chest. The feeling reminded him of swimming through the black lake, carrying a sleeping Ron and Gabrielle Delacour the year before. Now, however, he walked alone through the rain; Hermione was attending one of her extra classes which Harry and Ron didn't share, while Ron himself was enjoying an early lunch during his free period.
As Harry walked with his eyes on the ground watching for puddles, he became aware of a second splashing sound coming from ahead. He looked up to see Luna Lovegood wading across the courtyard towards the doors leading to the staircases. Harry thought she looked as though she had been for a dip in the black lake herself. Her robes were absolutely drenched and rain dripped from her hair. As Harry sped up to approach her, he noticed her shoulders shaking as she gripped her bag to her chest tightly.
'Hi, Luna,' he called, falling into step beside her as they crossed the threshold and walked toward one of the large moving staircases leading up into the tower. 'Are you alright? You're a bit wet.'
His eyes scanned her dripping clothes as she lowered her arms to shake off some water. He noticed her white shirt had become practically transparent and, in spite of himself, that a bright purple bra could be clearly seen beneath her sodden shirt.
'H-hello, Harry P-Potter,' replied Luna, her usually dreamy voice punctuated by stuttering as her teeth chattered in the cold. 'I'm quite okay, t-thank you.'
'You're freezing, Luna!' exclaimed Harry, a worried expression crossing his face. 'You really need to get out of the cold and warm up, right now.'
'I'm on m-my way to R-Ravenclaw tower n-now,' Luna stuttered.
As she spoke, a group of 7th year Slytherins walked by, jeering and pointing at Luna's shirt as they went. Luna, rather than hide herself or look embarrassed, just watched them leave with her big eyes, still shivering. As they left, Harry noticed his fist was clenched and released it with effort; he had always admired how embarrassment was a foreign concept to Luna.
'Ravenclaw tower is miles from here,' said Harry, kindly. 'Gryffindor tower is much closer, why don't you come upstairs and warm up by our fire before your next class?'
'T-thank you Harry P-Potter, what would be very n-nice,' replied Luna, bringing her arms closer to her body to try and keep warm. Harry gestured towards the stairs that lead to the common room and let Luna walk ahead of him. When he noticed her shiver again, Harry put his books under his arm, then ran his hands quickly up and down Luna's arms, trying to get some warmth back into her. A small sigh escaped Luna, and Harry, taking this as an encouraging sign, continued warming Luna as best he could.
'I wish I knew that warming spell of Hermione's, I'll have to ask her about it next time I see her,' said Harry, leading Luna to the top of the stairs where the Fat Lady's portrait sat.
'Ah - bugger,' said Harry when they arrived and saw the note beside the door. 'I forgot the common room's closed. Maybe we can still get in to use the fire?' Harry looked uncertainly at the Fat Lady who raised an eyebrow expectantly.
'Mimbulus mimbletonia?' asked Harry, unsure if the Fat Lady would let them enter, but a moment later the Fat Lady bowed as she accepted the password and the portrait swung forward to admit them.
The common room was disappointingly cold when they entered. There was no fire in the grate and the lights were out, save for a single torch on the wall by the entrance to the dormitories.
'Let's try up in the boy's dormitory. There's no one up there right now but there's a big heater we can use,' Harry decided.
Luna nodded in response, and took a shaky step towards the entrance to the dormitory.
They stepped through the door and were faced with the five four-posted beds adorned in red flannelette bedsheets. In the centre of the room stood a large, metal oil heater. Harry stepped forward quickly to light the heater while Luna looked around the room. Her wide eyes settled on each bed in turn, taking note of every poster and banner the boys had erected during their five years in the dormitory.
'I've never been in a b-boy's room before, no boy has ever invited me,' commented Luna, truthfully. 'Is that your bed?'
Harry turned to see her facing the bed to the right of the door, which, he now noticed, had significantly less decorations surrounding it than the likes of Ron or Seamus' beds.
'Yeah that's mine,' replied Harry, 'how did you know?'
'You have a picture of your parents on your beside table.' said Luna, simply. 'I don't think any of the other boys would have your parents on their bedside tables.'
It wasn't a joke, more of an obvious observation, but Harry smiled anyway.
With the heater started, Harry turned his attention back to Luna. He could still see her shivering despite the warmth now slowly emanating from the centre of the room.
'You've got to get those wet clothes off, Luna,' observed Harry. 'You'll catch a cold, otherwise. I'm sorry I don't have anything to give you to wear, my trunk's in the temporary dormitory on the other side of the castle. I'll leave you to warm up and dry your clothes - I'll be downstairs when you're feeling better.'
'Wait -' said Luna, suddenly. 'You're very wet too, and there's no heater downstairs. You've been so kind to me, please stay and warm up too. I really don't mind.'
Harry watched as she fumbled with her shoes, eventually kicking them off, then deposited her bag and her cloak on the floor beside the heater. Her fingers then went to the buttons on her shirt, fiddling with the topmost one until it came undone. Harry averted his eyes, uneasily.
'Are you sure you're comfortable with that? I don't mind waiting d-downstairs for you,' he said, but his words came out stuttering as his body gave an involuntary shiver.
'Please stay, you're shivering now, too,' pleaded Luna as her fingers unbuttoned her fourth button, her shirt now hanging open to reveal the left cup of her small, purple bra.
Harry nodded, he wasn't sure he could manage much more than that at the moment. It was funny, he didn't feel that cold, so why was his body shivering so much all of a sudden?
'I won't look, then,' promised Harry, turning his head as he took off his own cloak and shoes.
'That's okay, my mum always said our bodies were nothing to be ashamed of... and I don't mind if you see me like this, H-Harry Potter,' said Luna, but her voice stammered with a different sort of energy.
Harry looked up to see Luna remove her shirt completely. It gripped her damp skin as she pulled it off before spreading it over the railing that surrounded the heater to dry. Harry was mesmerised by her pale skin. Her dirty blonde hair draped over her shoulder and lead Harry's eyes to her small breasts, hidden beneath the plain, purple bra. He could see just a hint of her cleavage before he noticed her eyes on him and he quickly averted his gaze.
'You should get out of those wet clothes, too,' said Luna as she began undoing the buttons of her school skirt.
Harry, more to have something to do with his eyes and hands than anything else, obliged. He fumbled with his own shirt and tie, stripping them quickly off, then hesitating when he got to his trousers. Meanwhile, Luna had finally dropped her skirt to the floor and was now rolling down her black tights. Harry saw she was wearing a simple pair of white cotton panties which, like the rest of her clothes, were darkened where water had seeped through them. Harry decided that he should also remove his trousers if Luna was happy to remove her skirt and tights - he didn't want her to feel uncomfortable or self-conscious. So, with shaking hands he undid the button on his waist and pulled down the zipper, before dropping his wet trousers to the floor. He looked up to see Luna's eyes staring unashamedly at his underwear, which were navy but looked almost black with the water they had absorbed. Harry was just thankful that beneath his underwear, his manhood had stayed mercifully soft.
'You have a very attractive body, Harry Potter. I see why Ginny likes you,' said Luna, her eyes moving slowly from his underwear to his exposed chest.
He was blessed with a toned body from the last five years of Quidditch practice, and living with the Dursleys most of his life meant that he had very little body fat to worry about.
'Thanks, Luna,' he said, uncertainly. 'You have a very - er - attractive body, too.' Harry meant it.
Having Luna look so unashamedly at his body meant that he felt a little more comfortable looking at Luna in return. She was more than a head shorter than he was, which was unsurprising given that she was a year younger, with a round and genuinely pretty face, blonde hair which reached her chest, narrow shoulders, and a flat stomach. Her breasts, while hidden by the purple bra, were small but pushed together enough to show off a tantalising, small cleavage. She stood with her feet pointing slightly inward, her thighs leaving a tight gap beneath her white underwear.
Luna finally seemed to come back to her senses and continued removing her tights, stepping quickly out of them and hanging them by the heater with the rest of her clothes. Harry lifted one leg off the ground to remove a wet sock, then almost lost his balance as he saw Luna reach behind her back and with one swift motion, remove her purple bra. Her breasts were small, puffy, and topped with large, light pink nipples which faded back into pale skin. They pointed slightly outward and didn't sag at all, bouncing only slightly as she moved. Without her bra the cleft between her boobs looked much wider giving her a young, blossoming sort of beauty. Harry was no expert, but he guessed she wouldn't be larger than an A cup (which he didn't mind at all). Luna's waist tapered in a little on her lithe form and her hips were almost narrower than her shoulders giving her frame a very skinny appearance, however when she turned to hang up her bra Harry noticed the alluring curve of her ass. It was just as petite as the rest of her body, and Harry thought each cheek looked like a perfect handful for him. He was so transfixed, admiring the view, that he almost didn't notice her bend right over in front of him with her hands gripping each side of her panties as she pulled them right down. Harry caught a glimpse of her neat pussy between her creamy things before she stood back up and stepped out of her her underwear and hung them with the rest of her clothes. She turned around unashamedly with her hands hanging beside her in a most unconcerned, Luna-ish way, but her eyes fell back on Harry who became aware that he still had one foot in the air in the act of removing his socks. He hastened to finish the job, then, mustered up the courage to do what Luna was clearly expecting him to do.
For the first time in his life, Harry was thankful for Snape's Occlumency lessons. As he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear, he cleared his mind as best he could with the techniques Snape had attempted to teach him, willing himself not to get hard in front of this very pretty and very naked girl. He had felt himself grow only slightly, and hoped it was not too noticeable. As he took a breath and yanked down his pants, his cock sprung free, sporting a respectable and not-too-embarassing half-chub. He dropped his pants to the floor and stepped out of them to see Luna staring directly at his penis. Harry had never been especially self-concsious about his package; from the limited porn he had seen, he thought he was a respectable size for his age, and his genetics seemed to favour him with only a little pubic hair, which, like the hair on his head, was jet black and equally unruly.
Harry took the chance to admire Luna in all her beauty. He could now see her pussy clearly and noted that, like the rest of her, it was pale save for a slight pink tinge between the puffy innie lips which surrounded her slit. A tiny hood was just barely visible at the top of the slit, and above that was nothing but bare skin. Harry wondered if she had shaven herself smooth or if she simply hadn't grown any hair at all yet. Realising he had been staring for quite some time, Harry looked up and smiled sheepishly at Luna who smiled a much warmer smile in return. Her body seemed much more relaxed and comfortable than his, but as Harry watched, she shivered again and Harry became aware that her skin was still damp from the rain.
'Sorry, I don't have any towels,' he apologised, 'but feel free to get into my bed and warm up under the covers. It should dry you off and hopefully the heater will do the rest.'
'T-thank you,' Luna stammered, walking towards the bed before kneeling on it to pull down the covers. She slipped inside and settled towards one side of the mattress, with the covers pulled up around her except for the corner next to her left shoulder, where she had pulled back the cover to expose part of the empty bed and one of her cute breasts. Harry just stood there, watching her, until she asked 'Aren't you coming?', patting the empty space beside her.
Harry jerked forward, very aware of his junk swinging as he walked toward the bed. He got under the covers and pulled them up, sealing in the warmth. He made sure to leave as much room between himself and Luna as possible, which was difficult on such a small single bed. They lay there looking at each other for a moment, before Luna spoke up in her usual dreamy voice.
'Thank you for caring about me. Everyone else just walks right past me, but you stopped to check on me and invited me back to your dorm. You're much nicer than most other people, Harry Potter.'
Harry appreciated her usual unparalleled honesty, even if he thought she was being a bit too generous with her thanks.
'You don't have to call me Harry Potter all the time, you know,' he said instead. 'Just Harry's fine with me. We're friends after all.'
Luna looked into his eyes and smiled a genuine, heartfelt smile which warmed Harry's heart more than the hottest fire ever could. 'I'm glad you're my friend. Thank you, Harry.'
Harry wasn't sure why exactly, but at her words his mental resolve finally broke and his lust kicked back in. He blushed slightly, suddenly feeling it was almost too warm under these covers. Then he felt his cock beginning to grow again. With his body wrapped up so tightly in the bedsheets, Harry was unable to move his hips any further away without risking pulling Luna's cover straight off, so Harry could only lay there as his cock stretched further and further out until - with a jolt to his heart - he felt the tip touch something soft and warm beneath the covers. Luna, rather than reacting in surprise, simply looked down towards their covered forms and hummed contentedly. 'I think your penis is touching my leg, Harry.'
'I-I'm so sorry, Luna, I -' stammered Harry, but Luna cut him off by reaching out and grasping his penis gently in her small hand.
'It's okay, Harry, I don't mind. I was wondering if you would get hard. I've always wondered what it feels like,' said Luna, as though it were just an interesting question she had had, and with no indication in her voice that she was holding Harry's hard shaft in the soft palm of her hand.
Luna suddenly stopped any movement in her hand and looked directly into Harry's eyes with a questioning look.
'Do you mind if I touch you like this? I'm sorry I didn't ask sooner, I got a little bit carried away,' she apologised, sincerely, 'it's important that you feel comfortable enough with me to do this.'
'I don't mind at all,' managed Harry, acutely aware of the thumping of his heart. 'I'm always comfortable around you, and it feels very nice.'
He gave her a small smile, and Luna, her tension breaking, smiled genuinely back as her hand began to move again. She slowly, gently stroked up his shaft toward the tip, before shifting her grip so that only the tips of her fingers surrounded the head of his cock, leaving five small points of pressure on his most sensitive area.
Harry involuntarily groaned quietly in response, which made Luna smile again before pressing a little harder and very gently easing Harry's foreskin back as her fingertips moved from his tip down to his shaft. She brought her fingers down as far as she could before the inside of her palm bumped the head of his cock and she paused her exploration. Harry felt the air on his exposed tip, as well as the palm of Luna's hand applying a pleasurable pressure. Then, as Luna shifted her grip again to hold his length in her whole hand with her thumb resting on the head, Harry felt a shiver run through him which had nothing to do with the cold.
'That feels really good, Luna,' he moaned.
Luna collected a drop of moisture from Harry's tip with her thumb, and slowly spread it across the rest of his head, lubricating it with a slick coating of pre-cum. As Harry saw stars, he finally found the courage to take the next step.
'Can I feel you as well, Luna?' he asked with a mild amount of hesitation in his voice.
In response, Luna locked eyes with him and, with her free hand, pulled down the bed covers to expose their naked bodies. Now Harry could see how Luna's hand wrapped lightly around his erect penis, her small fingers only barely able to reach all the way around. He could see her supple chest rising and falling slightly as she breathed deeply in and out. Harry raised his arm and brought it to rest beneath one of Luna's developing mounds, feeling for the first time just how soft and firm the flesh which made up her breasts was.
Harry slowly inched his hand upward, towards her pale nipple. He marvelled at how her skin transitioned almost imperceptibly between creamy skin and pinkish areola. He noticed how, as his fingertips brushed her protruding nipples, they hardened and grew to his touch, now sitting more proudly against the subtle curve of her breast. With a jolt of excitement, be brought his thumb and forefinger together holding her nipple between them and pinched lightly, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from Luna and a tightening of her grip on his manhood. Harry moved his hand across to lightly play with her other breast, while Luna shifted her grip to cup and squeeze Harry's balls with gentle precision. Harry groaned deeply as he felt her hands exploring, which made Luna giggle lightly.
The atmosphere changed slightly at this, with lust growing to a fever pitch between the excited teenagers. Harry now moved his hand again, diving deeper and deeper down Luna's form, past the flat expanse of her stomach, over the firm mound of her mons pubis and finally reaching his intended destination between the puffy folds of her snatch. Luna sharply inhaled as his foreign fingers invaded her most secret place, first tracing up and down her hairless slit before using two fingers to ever so gently pry apart her lips, exposing her pink centre. Harry's fingers ventured further to find Luna was already dripping with anticipation. He ran a finger across her labia, collecting a sample of her nectar on his fingertip before removing his hand altogether, causing a disappointed 'Oh-' to escape Luna's lips, but a moment later Harry had brought his fingers to his mouth and, with a nimble tongue, sampled Luna's honey with the utmost curiosity and desire. Luna looked momentarily surprised while Harry closed his eyes and processed this new taste. It was unlike anything he had tasted before, with a slight salty tang, but knowing its source made him crave it more as he hungrily sucked the last of it from his finger.
Meanwhile Luna had recovered from her surprise and was now running her hand up Harry's body from his manhood, past his toned abdomen to his solid chest, where she curled his chest hair around her finger, watching intently as Harry enjoyed his new favourite flavour. When he had finally finished, Harry opened his green eyes to stare directly into Luna's silvery-blue grey ones, then plunged his hand down below once again. After circling her pussy a few times, his fingers finally found their way to her small hole. Pressing firmly against it, he moved his finger in a small circle, tracing the edge of her entrance while his thumb ran back up her slit to find the hood he had seen poking subtly out before. He found it and gave it a light, experimental flick. The effect was immediate as Luna suddenly tensed, her hand gripping the short hair on Harry's chest. Pleased, Harry flicked it again then pressed firmly down on the stiff nub.
Luna eyes shut tightly as she moaned a high, pleasurable sound which brought Harry great joy.
'Harry...' she whispered into the silence, opening her eyes again, a fire burning behind them.
With her hand still on his chest, Luna closed the gap between their heads, bringing her lips to his and finally kissing him, deeply. With their lips connected, Harry noted how soft they felt even when she was kissing him with such force. Their tongues snaked from their mouths and intertwined, each tasting the other's saliva as they fought their private battle with no losers. Momentarily distracted, Harry ceased moving his hand until he became dimly aware that Luna's hand was gone from his chest, instead travelling quickly back down to his crotch. Her fingers curled around his cock and gave him an enthusiastic pump, encouraging his actions anew. He restarted his hand's ministrations on her wet snatch, pressing and rubbing in unison.
Luna broke the kiss, keeping Harry close and breathing deeply. Having caught her breath for a second, she planted a kiss on his neck, then one on his collarbone, then one on his chest, continuing further and further down his body as she repositioned herself further down the bed, breaking Harry's contact with her sensitive spot in the process. Harry took the opportunity to roll slightly over onto his back with his head propped up against his pillow, watching Luna with interest. She continued kissing down his stomach until she reached his loins, instead kissing across his thigh then down between his legs. Her nose nudged his balls from beneath as her head appeared below them, now planting a kiss there before working up in small increments. He savoured the incredible image of his hard cock resting against her face, the tip pointing up towards her fringe, before she planted a wet kiss at the base of his shaft. Harry watched in delight as she planted more kisses up his length until she reached the head, planting one last kiss right on the tip before opening her mouth in an elongated 'O' with her tongue resting on her bottom lip. Keeping her unblinking eyes staring directly into Harry's, Luna slowly took his thick cock into her warm mouth, engulfing it in a soft, wet hole which caused Harry's eyes to roll back into his head. Luna continued to take more and more of Harry's cock into her hungry mouth, only stopping when the tip bumped the back of her throat. She had taken five of his six inches with ease and now let his cock sit and twitch on her tongue before slowly backing off and letting it slide gently out of her mouth. Before the tip left her lips, Luna paused, then moved forward again to fill her mouth with Harry's erection once more.
Harry was in heaven, the sight of a naked Luna sucking happily on his cock was the most erotic thing his young eyes had ever seen. He tenderly brushed away some stray hairs from Luna's face as she worked, then gently held her cheek in his hand as her head bobbed up and down. His hand on her head seemed to have an encouraging effect on Luna as her thrusts became more forceful and she picked up the pace on his cock. Her eyebrows creased in almost a pleading fashion, with her wide silvery eyes staring right at Harry, as though silently begging him for something. Taking the hint, Harry got a better grip on Luna, snaking his hand through some of her dirty blonde hair. He felt Luna nod in apparent encouragement, so Harry, feeling bold, used his firm grip to slowly force Luna's head down further on his cock. She readily obliged, taking him as deep as she could for a long moment before Harry lessened the force on her head and she came up for a breath. A second later she was ready for more, and Harry pushed her head down again. This time she managed another half an inch and stayed there for as long as she could before coming back up for air. With each thrust Harry felt the pressure of her throat on his cock head, and with her eyes watering, Luna looked submissive yet eager to give Harry as much pleasure as she was capable of giving.
'You're amazing, Luna,' said Harry, using a thumb to wipe away a tear from Luna's flushed cheek.
She hummed happily at this comment, backing off slightly from her duty to use her tongue thoroughly on his tip once again.
'Come here,' Harry said, his voice a mix of command and desire.
Luna complied, letting go of his cock and crawling on her hands and knees up to meet his face. Harry planted a firm kiss on her lips, before locking a leg around her legs and an arm around her back, then carefully using their weight to switch their positions on the bed. Now Harry was propped up on his arms facing Luna who was lying flat on his bed. From his elevated angle she looked smaller and more helpless than before, but Harry knew that appearances were deceiving, for Luna was one of the most steadfast and strong-willed people he knew. He knew that if she seemed helpless, it was only an act for Harry's benefit, just as Luna knew that while Harry was now taking the dominant position over her, it was only to enhance Luna's pleasure.
No, thought Harry, helpless was the last word he would use to describe Luna, which was one thing he truly admired about her. Nevertheless in this moment, the thought of her lying so willingly defenceless and unprotected beneath his body showed him that she trusted him to take control and exert a certain kind of careful force to aid in both their pleasure. Taking the opportunity to kiss her passionately again, Harry let one of his hands wander over her form, admiring the soft skin and subtle curves of her body. Then he broke the kiss and moved down to centre his head over her quivering quim. He admired how her folds hid her pink core so effectively and beautifully, before he took his hands and pushed Luna's legs further apart. This had the effect of opening up her pussy to show her pink centre within, her tight entrance peeking out slightly. Harry took two fingers and ran them up and down her pussy. With his other hand he circled her clit, occasionally flicking a finger over it with the gentlest pressure. When Luna was mewling quietly above him and his finger was adequately lubricated with her juices, Harry took his forefinger and pressed it firmly against her hole. Luna let out a short moan before bringing her hand to her mouth and biting gently down on the side of her finger. Harry pushed harder, and his fingertip disappeared into the moist depths of Luna's pussy. He only let his finger travel an inch or so inside before pulling it back out, eliciting a disappointed whimper from Luna. He smirked and pushed back inside, another inch disappearing. Enjoying her reactions, Harry thrust his finger back and forth again until his whole finger was consumed by the folds of Luna's pussy. With each thrust of Harry's hand, Luna moaned and groaned quietly, as if she couldn't help the small sounds she made. After a minute of finger-fucking her snatch, Harry decided to up the ante and introduced a second finger to her hole, stretching her out slightly more.
'Mmmh!' moaned Luna as his second finger joined the first. 'More, please!'
Harry increased the speed of his finger thrusts, them began curling his digits inside her hole. He felt a rough bump beneath his fingertips, almost like the core of a peach. When he made contact, Luna groaned more loudly, which Harry took as a sign of encouragement. He kept up his efforts, thrusting and rubbing and pumping as the pitch of Luna's moans slowly increased. When Harry thought she must almost be at her limit, he took his mouth and planted it directly above his working fingers so that her clit could be stimulated by his tongue. He flicked and suckled on it fiercely, causing Luna's hips to jolt upwards and shake. She momentarily went quiet with her mouth agape before loudly moaning 'Harryyy!'
Harry suddenly felt the fingers in her pussy become even wetter and slicker as Luna orgasmed spectacularly. Her hips bucked and her small boobs bounced as her body rocked. All the while, Harry kept up his movements, hoping to give her at least as much pleasure as she gave him, only stopping when her hips dropped back on the bed and she let out a sigh that could only be from satisfaction. Harry lifted his head to see Luna's chest rising and falling rapidly, her cheeks red and her hair messy.
'Harry,' she whispered in a voice deep with desire, 'I want you inside me.'
If Harry had needed to resist in that moment, he would not have been able to. He wanted nothing more than to feel Luna's tightness around his cock and watch the pleasure displayed on her face. Without hesitation, Harry brought his head up to kiss Luna, allowing her to taste her juices on his own lips, then, as her eyes closed, Harry took a hand to the base of his penis and ran the tip up and down Luna's slit. Harry felt Luna sigh in longing as they passionately kissed, which Harry took as the moment to stop his teasing and press his dick against Luna's dripping entrance. Breaking the connection at their lips, Luna opened her eyes as her breath caught in her throat, waiting for the push. Harry obliged, increasing the pressure on her entrance until it accepted his manhood and the head slipped inside. Luna took a sharp breath as Harry watched her closely for any sign of resistance or a change in her resolve, but Luna only gave a tiny nod, which was all the confirmation Harry needed to continue. Keeping his eyes locked on hers, Harry pushed again, and felt Luna's tightness and wetness envelop more and more of his cock as it slid deeper and deeper into her. Luna bit her lip as Harry stopped with half of his length inside her. They were both breathing heavily now, Harry marvelling at the pressure pressing in from all directions around his throbbing cock, resisting the primal urge to bottom out as quickly and forcefully as he could. When he thought Luna had adjusted to the girth of his cock, Harry gently pulled back out a couple of inches until only his head was still inside her. Then he slowly thrust back in, sinking an inch deeper than before. As he reached the end of his stroke, Luna moaned again. He repeated this movement twice more until he noticed a barrier stopping his cock from going any further. He pressed experimentally against it, and Luna squirmed beneath him.
'You have to push past it,' whispered Luna, her lips on inch from his own. 'Please, Harry, I need you in me all the way.'
Harry felt how tense Luna was beneath him and guessed that this would be painful. He kissed Luna briefly again and redoubled his efforts, pushing forward with more force. Luna inhaled sharply, her face wincing in pain until Harry felt the barrier give way. Luna quickly stifled her yelp of pain and surprise. Harry kept still, watching Luna's contorted face as she kept her eyes shut tightly. She took deep breaths as the pain subsided, slowly opening her eyes again.
Harry sat motionless, his cock throbbing impatiently, but his heart kept him still. Luna continued to breathe deeply, a smile slowly slipping back onto her face as she found Harry's green eyes again.
'Thank you, Harry. I'm ready now.' she whispered, and Harry noted the tone of gratitude and trust in her voice.
He tried moving forward again slightly, gauging her reaction. As he pushed, Luna's lip curled and her eyes flitted, pleasure evident on her face now that the pain had gone, and Harry, satisfied that Luna was comfortable, pushed the remainder of his length into Luna. He bottomed out with his hips pressing firmly into hers and paused there for a moment, letting out a deep groan. The feeling of having his entire cock enveloped in Luna's warm, tight pussy was unbelievable. There wasn't an inch not being pleasured by the bumps and ridges of her body and for the first time, Harry was worried about finishing too early. As he sat there, as close to Luna as physically possible, he understood that even if he did perform less than expected, Luna wouldn't care a bit. There was more to their connection than just a primal lust. Luna and Harry had entrusted each other with their most intimate moments, and these shared minutes meant more to them than just the sum of pleasures attained.
This comfort allowed Harry to relax and realise just how tense his body was. Allowing his muscles to ease, he suddenly felt a resurgence of passion, and his urge to cum lessened. Slowly pulling his hips back, he brought his cock out far enough that only his head remained inside, not wanting to fully sever the connection they had. Then he thrust back inside, slightly more forcefully and rapidly than before. A satisfied 'Uhn~' sound left Luna as he bottomed out with an audible slap of skin on skin. Enjoying these new sounds, Harry pulled back and thrust in again, harder still, and was greeted with the sweet sound of Luna's pleasure. Again and again he thrust forward and back, allowing himself to almost loose control and pound as hard as he dared.
'Yes!' whimpered Luna as Harry fucked her hard, 'Yes, yes, yes!'
Harry continued to pound her until he felt a tingling sensation in his balls. Knowing he was reaching his limit (and feeling a little exhausted) he slowed down and his thrusts became jagged. Luna sensed his change in pace and lifted a hand to his cheek, her thumb lightly toying with his lip.
'Let me,' she said, gently pressing with her other hand on his chest.
Giving way to her touch, Harry pulled out and sat back on the bed, his building orgasm subsiding again. Luna sat upright then pushed Harry gently onto his back. Now positioning herself over him, she straddled his body with one leg on either side of his hips. His cock glistened, pointing directly up just in front of her pink pussy. Luna took a hold of his cock by the base, lifted herself up with her legs, and slowly lowered herself back down with Harry's cock nestled between her folds. Harry was greeted with the now-familiar warmth of Luna's body as his cock travelled deeper inside her. Finally Luna came to rest on Harry's hips with his member fully engulfed. She wriggled and rotated her hips, enjoying the feeling of his length insider her, then used her legs to lift herself up again, before lowering back down quickly with a satisfying plap.
Harry enjoyed the new sensations this position allowed. It seemed that different parts of his cock were being pressed and stimulated, and he wasn't about to complain about not having to do the work. The view was also spectacular. Harry watched with interest as Luna bounced happily on his cock. Her eyes were half-closed and her hands roamed his chest. Her small boobs jiggled tantalisingly in front of him with the movements of her body, their firmness apparent by how quickly the jiggling subsided after each bounce. Harry couldn't help but reach up to grab her right boob, marvelling at its softness again before reaching up with his right hand to play with her other boob as well. Luna smiled almost absent-mindedly, her head cocked slightly to the side as she focused entirely on the pleasure Harry's cock was inflicting on her virgin pussy. Harry took the opportunity to pinch and tweak Luna's nipples as she rode him, which made Luna gasp and squeak - apparently her nipples were quite sensitive. Harry continued playing with her tits, enjoying it almost as much as she was. Slowly, he felt his orgasm rebuilding as the marvellous sight of Luna's petite naked form writhed and bounced in front of him. But before Harry could reach orgasm, he noticed Luna's voice begin to increase in pitch and volume. She bounced harder still, gripping Harry's chest hair as her eyes closed in pleasure.
'Oh, Harry! Oh, Harry!' she mumbled between moans.
'You feel so good, Luna,' Harry praised her between breaths.
'It's happening again, Harry, it's happening again,' said Luna.
Harry had never heard her with this much anticipation in her voice. 'Harry, I'm c- c- cumming!' she squealed before thrusting down hard on his cock and holding her hips there with much force.
Harry suspected she was doing so involuntarily, and so tried thrusting upwards to enhance her orgasm. As he did, Luna yelped in pleasure as her body began to shake. Her hips feebly twitched as her pussy pulsed on Harry's cock. Harry tried his best to keep fucking her from his position while keeping the pressure on her sensitive nipples. Luna's eyes were shut tight and her breath caught in her throat as her orgasm ripped through her body.
A few moments later, Luna finally stopped shaking, her pressure on Harry's hips releasing and her breath coming back to her. But rather than slumping back and relaxing, Luna began to bounce again with a renewed vigour.
'Harry, I need it. I need it so much. Please,' Luna whimpered, her eyes coming to rest on his again.
She pleaded as if her life depended on it and Harry wasn't going to disappoint her. He brought his torso up to meet hers and kissed her fiercely.
'I'm gonna give it to you, Luna,' said Harry, breaking the kiss. 'I'm going to fill you up.'
'Yes, please, Harry. I want it all inside me,' Luna breathed, wrapping her arms around his neck to hold him in place.
As Luna bounced and grinded her hips, Harry knew he couldn't last much longer. Her orgasm had gripped his cock so tightly that he was surprised he hadn't cum right away. But now that Luna's focus was entirely on his pleasure, and now that Harry was satisfied that he had shown Luna the pleasure she deserved, he wanted nothing more than to grant her last wish and fill her full of his cum.
Quickly taking back control, Harry pushed Luna backwards onto her back, and came to rest on top of her again. Her legs were spread wide for him, her knees in the air as he rammed his cock forcefully into her quivering pussy over and over again. He kissed her lips and neck repeatedly, feeling his orgasm building and building. Her moans egged him on as his movements became jagged and inconsistent again.
'Please cum inside me, Harry,' whimpered Luna as she was thoroughly pounded into the bed.
'I'm so close... I'm gonna cum, Luna,' warned Harry, giving her a last chance to back out.
'C- cum for me, Harry Potter!' moaned Luna as she locked her legs around his back, holding him in place inside her.
Her body quivered as an orgasm silently surprised her once again.
'I'm cumming for you, Luna!' groaned Harry, passing the point of no return.
He felt Luna's pussy grip him tighter, pushing him over the edge. He thrust deep and hard into Luna's cunt as he erupted strand after strand of hot, white cum. Luna felt it fill her up as Harry bucked and twitched, his breathing ragged. Her pleasure matched his own as her own orgasm rippled through her, feeling closer to Harry than she had ever been with anyone before.
Finally spent, Harry collapsed comfortably on the bed with his body still entangled with Luna's. His cock rested inside her as the last of him cum dripped from his tip. He took a moment to catch his breath, and Luna, still breathing quite heavily, kissed his cheek lovingly.
'Thank you, Harry. I'm so happy you were my first,' she said between breaths.
'Luna, that was... wow,' said Harry.
His cock softened inside Luna and began to slip out, slick with their combined juices. Harry rolled onto his back beside Luna with one hand behind his head. Luna rolled onto her side, facing Harry, and nestled her head under his, draping a leg over his legs and an arm across his chest. They lay there for several minutes, coming down from the highs of their orgasms as Harry stroked Luna's blonde hair gently.
Now that his mind was clear, a pressing issue occurred to Harry.
'Luna, you don't think you'll get - y'know - pregnant... from what we just did?' he asked casually, though truthfully he was a little worried.
'Oh, I don't think so,' said Luna, as though it were a simple, mundane question. 'But maybe I should visit the library and look up the incantation for a contraceptive charm.'
'What, like fetus deletus or something?' asked Harry; he'd never known a charm like that existed.
Luna laughed into his chest, harder than Harry thought he deserved, but he appreciated her joy all the same.
'Fetus deletus,' mumbled Luna, still giggling.
She recovered, then paused in thought.
'I wonder if Hermione knows the charm, maybe I should ask her,' mused Luna. Harry grimaced to himself. As much as Hermione had come around on Luna since the DA meetings began, he wasn't sure she would be very impressed with him if she found out he had banged and possibly impregnated Luna Lovegood.
'The library is probably a better bet,' said Harry in what he hoped was a casual and considered manner.
They lapsed into silence again, just enjoying the feeling of each other's skin against their nude bodies. Harry looked over to the alarm clock on his bedside table. It was almost lunch time.
'We missed fourth period. I didn't think - I had a free period but did you miss an important class?' asked Harry.
'It was only divination,' replied Luna, unconcerned. 'Professor Trelawney really likes me so I don't think she'll mind - and she's such a good Seer, she probably already knew I wasn't going to make it to class today. She knew I was going to get an E on my divination exam last year before I even took it!'
Harry said nothing; he decided not to point out that Trelawney was the one marking that particular exam.
'Hungry...' mumbled Luna a few moments later. 'Do you think our clothes are dry so we can go down and have lunch?'
'One way to find out,' replied Harry, squeezing Luna's hand quickly before rolling out of bed.
They found their clothes were bone dry and satisfyingly warm. They dressed in silence, getting one last peek at each other's bodies while they could, then stood hand in hand and walked down the spiral steps and out of the dormitory together.