Roughly one‑half hour after a sweaty Hannah, sticky and crusty with cum, collapsed on top of a totally spent Harry they both stirred. Getting up they took a shower together. This was the first chance to play with Hannah's beautiful breasts and he soaped her up gently and keenly. She did the same and displayed a penchant for fondling his sack. They had no special purpose in their explorations and nothing more came of it than a delightful playtime for them both. Stepping out of the shower they toweled one another off and returned to bed. Cuddling close they slept contentedly until morning.
Harry awoke first and was sporting impressive morning wood. Applying a small dab of the slippery potion and massaged in into his engorged shaft. Then he mounted Hannah and probed her pussy slowly and gently. It wasn't long before she opened her eyes. At first she was unaware of what he had done but became aware quickly enough. Placing one of his hands on her left breast she pulled his head down to suckle her right breast. As her arousal grew she reached down and grabbed his butt cheeks so she could pull him in deeper. Harry began to stroke in her pussy short and slow at first but then slowly increased the length and speed of his strokes. Soon he was fucking her with determination and she was moaning and wailing at his assault.
Hannah came several times, adding her natural lubrication to his stiff shaft. Because of excess of lubrication and the natural tendency to last longer with morning wood, Harry fucked her continuously for fifteen minutes before he filled her little honey‑hole with cum. Dropping on top of her he lay content in her arms.
"Seven," she whispered in his ear.
"Seven what," Harry whispered back.
"You made me cum seven times. You're a fucking stud."
"No need for your sex potion, then, is there?" he chided her.
Hannah smiled while she reveled in the feeling of his softening cock shrinking in her pussy. They showered together and once again played with each other's bodies with no intended purpose and then toweled each other off and got themselves ready for the day. After a simple breakfast of crumpets and jam, Harry walked her to the door where Hannah embraced him fondly.
"Let's get together again soon," she pled.
"As you wish," Harry agreed.
Then she was gone and Harry returned to his room to send Luna a note suggesting he was available today. Did she want him to come over now? Fred was excited to carry his first message and performed a dance that Harry had to subdue to attach the note.
"Luna Lovegood, Fred. Wait for her response if she's inclined."
For the next hour Harry busied himself in his room distributing portions of Hannah's potions into small glass vials that were treated with a shatter proofing charm. Then he magically sealed corks onto them. The colors told him all that he needed to know of their purpose so labeling wasn't required. Just as he was finishing Fred returned and scratched at his window. He admitted Fred and retrieved Luna's reply. The treat he gave Fred prompted a dance accompanied by hooting, and then he was off. Harry wondered if Fred was going to prowl the neighborhood for female companionship.
Luna's note was brief:
Dear Harry, my friend.
Anytime today is good. I'll be waiting.
Your friend, Luna
Harry put his room in order then placed his little vials and into a small dragon‑skin bag. Charlie Weasley had gifted the bag to him. It was Hungarian Horntail skin and was no bigger than the palm of his hand. Of course Hermione had added an extensible charm so everything fit in easily. Then he double‑stepped down the staircase, strode out the door, and apparated to Luna's house.
She was perched on the entry steps waiting for him. Luna was wearing a pair of ill‑fitting shorts that she had cinched at the waist with what appeared to be a length of white silk rope, tied in a knot in front. A white V-neck t‑shirt that exposed her midriff completed her ensemble and it was evident to Harry by the impressions of her nipples beneath the fabric that she wasn't wearing a bra. Not that it was needed for her small perky tits. She wore no shoes and her waif like figure, milky complexion, and blond hair gave Luna the appearance of childlike vulnerability. Harry was aware that she had fought effectively in the Battle of Hogwarts so he knew she was anything but vulnerable. Nevertheless, he did find her look as sexy and arousing as any of the girls he knew, more so than most really.
"Hello, Harry Potter. Come in while I put on tea."
Harry followed Luna into the kitchen and sat at the kitchen table. Luna busied herself fixing tea, tantalizing Harry with those sexy legs and that mischievous rope that held her shorts up. Soon she joined Harry at the table, poured tea, and began the interview.
Luna began, "My first question is why Voldemort failed to kill you in the forest. You seem to have an uncanny invulnerability to the killing curse. How was it possible that you lived again despite the curse?"
"I didn't survive the curse. I didn't receive the curse. It wasn't because of me or anything I did. It was because the elder wand that Voldemort used owed its loyalty to me. The wand could not harm me. So the curse found its mark on the unintended Horcrux inside me. The curse killed that Horcrux and missed me altogether."
"OK. But I thought Horcruxes were difficult to kill. You tried killing others with curses from your wand and nothing seemed to work. How was Voldemort able to kill a Horcrux with a wand, something that you had failed to do?" Luna inquired.
"First of all, I have never cast the killing curse. I probably should have tried it but I won't use that curse. But I think there is more to it than that. I think Voldemort succeeded in killing a Horcrux with the killing curse because his Horcruxes would leave themselves vulnerable to him. I'm guessing they wouldn't maintain a defensive stance against him. Perhaps if I had tried it, I would not have succeeded. Horcruxes possess an intelligence and cunning. They're formidable opponents."
Pausing to sip his tea, Harry looked up at Luna in astonishment. "Luna, what is this tea?"
"Oh, it's made from the flowers of Scentless Mayweed and Scots Bluebells. It has a number of uses. Maybe I should have told you about it before I poured it. Don't you like it?"
"I like it just fine, Luna. But it's unlike anything I've ever had. Its taste reminds me of…" Harry paused. He was about to say the taste of pussy, like Pansy's or Hannah's.
"You don't need to say it. Like the smell of sex. I know. I thought you'd enjoy it." Luna offered.
"I do enjoy it Luna. If I didn't know you like I do, I'd guess you're trying to prank me."
"Not really, Harry. I'm just priming you."
"You're priming me, Luna? What do you mean priming me?" Harry wondered.
"It's like priming a pump, Harry. This will get you primed to cum. You'll enjoy it very much, I'm sure. I knew you'd like it. Drink up. You'll appreciate it more in half an hour."
The little minx, Harry thought to himself. Well, I have my own surprises in my pocket for you Luna Lovegood. You just wait.
Their interview continued as Luna prompted Harry to tell the story of his encounters in the otherworldly King's Cross Station after he had been hit with the killing curse. By the time he finished he realized that his little companion was straining in those heinous bikini briefs of Pansy's. Luna finished with her notes and then put one of her bare feet between his legs and softly felt around assessing the state of his dick. She smiled at him, pleased with what she had discovered and pleased as well with the look of surprise on his face.
"Follow me, Harry. It's play time." Luna strode across the room and went up the stairs two steps at a time. Harry didn't need to be asked twice and followed her sweet little ass upstairs. Once in her bedroom Luna stripped off her t-shirt while Harry went for the knot in the rope holding her shorts in place. As he did that Luna busied herself with stripping him naked. Soon they had tumbled onto her bed and were entwined together as they kissed.
"I'm on the potion now, Harry, but I need to wait until after my period before I'm safe. So we're going to play like we did before. You can't fuck me but you won't be disappointed, Harry. The tea we drank will make sure of that. Also, I consulted with my friend about sucking cock and got a few expert pointers."
With that, she spun around on top of him and lowered her pussy to his face while she eagerly took hold of his cock with one hand, his balls with the other, and began to lick him enthusiastically. Before Harry turned his attentions to her pretty pink pussy he had enough presence of mind to ask, "Who did you consult with?"
Interrupting what she was doing she took a moment to answer, "Padma Patil. She's a fellow Ravenclaw and is an acknowledged authority on sucking cock," whereupon Luna continued practicing her lessons on Harry's impressive shaft. Her touch was just right, not too firm and not too light. She was drooling generously to wet him and kept it slick. Her pace was slower and more deliberate too. She was not trying to machine‑gun her jacking and bobbing but, instead, she had assumed a pace that heightened the exquisite sensations of her mouth, tongue, and hand. Harry felt his orgasm rising and knew he wouldn't last long under her skillful technique. She learned this from Padma? Did I miss out on something? How did Padma learn all this and how did she develop her reputation? I'm going to need to interview Luna instead of her interviewing me. Harry's thoughts and imagination were distracting him from the task at hand. He had to switch things up.
Harry rolled her off him onto her back then got up and fished the little dragon skin pouch out of his pants. Back on the bed he spread Luna's legs and knelt between them. Finding a little vial with pale pink fluid he carefully applied a small dab to two of his fingers. With one finger he circled her right nipple and worked the potion into the sensitive nub and with the other finger he applied the potion to her left nipple.
"Oh! Harry! That feels so good."
"Really? What does it feel like?"
"It's a pleasant feeling, a slight warmth but very arousing. Oh, yes, I love it."
Harry lightly massaged both nipples with his fingers and watched her face. Her eyes were closed and she had brought her hands up under her pretty a-cups to knead them. Harry leaned over and began to lick her right nipple. Luna took a sharp intake of breath. Then he carefully planted his lips on the stiff little bud and sucked it into his mouth, flicking it lightly with his tongue as the suction stretched the sensitive flesh into his mouth.
"Ooooooh, yes. Yes, Harry. So good."
Now he reached for her free nipple and capturing it between two of his fingers he pinched it lightly and pulled it straight out, stretching it and rolling it between his fingers.
"Aaah, Aaah, Aaah, Oooooh, Sweet Harry, Aiiieee!"
Now he switched his mouth to the other nipple and pinched the now free nipple with his other hand while he sucked hard on the nipple in his mouth.
"Aaaaaaaaaaah, Fuck. Do it Harry. Suck it. Ouch, ouch, ouch, yes. So good."
Finally he pulled his mouth off and pulled back slightly and he blew on the erect nipple. Luna shuddered. He could feel the shudder running through her torso. Her mouth gaped open and her eyes squeezed tightly shut. The shudder lasted a few seconds and when it stopped she let out a big breath. He now blew on the other nipple causing her to take her breath in sharply and shudder involuntarily again. Again she exhaled heavily when the shudder stopped. Harry went back and forth like that, exciting involuntary spasms that seemed to grow in intensity a little each time. Then, to the surprise of them both, she arched her back, opened her mouth and released a wail.
"Haaaaarrry! Aiiiiieeeeee!"
Her involuntary shudder had triggered an orgasm and the shudder spasmed through her abdomen and her pussy convulsed in a sympathetic response for at least twenty seconds. Then she collapsed, quite spent, and moaned. He now moved down between her legs and applied some potion onto the little lips of her pussy and began to lick it in. Luna moaned helplessly as he ran his tongue lightly up and down her sensitive petals and licked between them. As Harry began to suck her pussy lips into his mouth and apply the same treatment he had applied to her nipples, stretch them by suction between his lips, she began to pant. Her hands reached for his head and lovingly embraced it as he worked to increase her arousal. She tasted so good to Harry he thought he could do this forever. He did keep it up for almost five minutes, carefully avoiding her little hooded soldier all the while. She was panting heavily now when he pulled back and blew.
"Ooooooh, Yooouuuu, Eeevilll, Fuuucccker. FUCK!"
She came harder than before, arching her back up higher and Harry could feel the powerful contraction in her groin. Curious, he inserted two fingers into her wet cunt and curled them up to seek that sensitive spot. Her cunt clamped down on his fingers and she thrashed under him. He was blowing lightly now, trying to prolong the amount of time she thrashed in orgasm. When he stopped she lay still, gasping.
"Sweet Harry. You're going to kill me Harry. So good. So Amazing."
Harry loved doing this to Luna. Apart from Hermione, with whom he shared a very special bond, Luna was his favorite person. Harry loved these two special women and driving Luna to such incredible pleasure was a special privilege for him. But all the time he was playing with her his dick was hard and was getting harder each time Luna came. He needed to fuck something and fuck it now. In a moment of inspiration he knew what to do.
Lifting one of Luna's limp legs and bringing it up he lifted her arm, nested her elbow in behind her knee, and closed her fingers about her ankle. She held on. Doing the same with her other leg and arm he had her jack‑knifed into a position with her pelvis tilted up affording him unrestricted access. Reaching for the potion he put a dab on his finger and brought his hand down close to her pussy. Luna had her eyes shut tight. She was expecting this. He had not yet treated her clit with the potion and she knew that was next, except it wasn't. Harry applied the potion to her tight little bung‑hole and gently rubbed it in.
Luna's eyes snapped open in surprise. He was massaging her little hole gently and she was thrilling to it, amazed at the feelings it was spreading through her. Her grip on her ankles tightened as the arousal increased the sexual tension throughout her body.
"Oooh, Harry. Oooh, Oooh, Oooh, yes. Huh, huh, huh."
Now he leaned down and blew on the tight little sphincter and Luna exploded in spasms, she was thrashing her head left and right and her legs were shaking. Harry reached for his dragon skin pouch, pulled out the clear vial, and applied the slippery compound on his cock and her little hole, carefully working it inside with his fingers. Luna's body stiffened at the invasion and her back arched slightly off the bed.
"What are you doing Harry? You're not…"
She was interrupted as Harry pressed the head of his steel hard shaft against her back door. Luna took a deep breath. Slowly he applied pressure and he felt her muscles tighten. He stopped but held steady pressure. After a moment those muscles relaxed. As they relaxed he pushed in a fraction more. He stopped again, giving her time to adjust and waited until he felt her relax a little further. Then he pushed in a fraction more. Now his head was in and the magical slippery potion of Hannah's opened the way. Slowly and deliberately he drove his painfully hard cock in a little at a time. Now it was as though she were sucking him in. When he was halfway in she moaned loudly.
"Are you OK, Luna?" Harry asked in concern.
"Fuck yes. Oh fuck yes. More. Give me more. MORE," Luna begged.
Picking up the pale pink lotion he applied a dab to her clit. As he rubbed it in she began to gasp and her head thrashed left and right while she continued moaning. While he was doing this he was ever so slowly pushing further into her back door. When he was buried completely he took his fingers off her clit, looked down, and blew. Luna began thrashing like crazy as her legs and arms shook. Harry began thrusting now, seeking his own release.
Harry felt close to cumming for some time, that familiar feeling when the sensitivity of his cock was heightened and the pleasure teetered on the edge of unbearable, an exquisite tingle. He was thrusting and driving with purpose now, seeking his own release. But he was constantly on the very threshold and seemed unable to cross the threshold and finish. Luna was glistening with a thin sheen of sweat as she tripped from one brief orgasm into another with brief periods of submission to his fucking in between. Harry was driving now, desperate to cum. He brought her legs up onto his collar bone, shifted his body up over her's and fucked her hard and fast.
Finally, after many minutes, he felt his release begin to build.
"Ooooohhhh! You're getting bigger. FUCK HARRY, FUUUUCCCK," Luna screamed.
Harry drove in as deep as he could and sprayed his cum deep into her bowels. Luna let go of her ankles and her arms dropped to the mattress, unconcsious. As his dick began to soften her sphincter pushed him out and he rolled onto his back next to her, sweaty and spent. Twenty minutes later they both began to stir. Sweaty as they were, they stumbled into the shower together and washed. They both enjoyed the sight and feel of each other's' body but they were too spent to play anymore. After drying off they crawled into bed together, Luna nestling her face into the crook of his neck, her body pressed tight against his.
"I should have told you. The effect of the tea is to bring you quickly to the edge of cumming, on the precipice of great pleasure, and keep you there for a time before you can finish. I had planned the longest and most pleasurable blow job imaginable for you. If I had known you were going to fuck me in the ass I wouldn't have served the tea."
Harry asked, "Are you OK? Did I hurt you?"
"I'm sore everywhere but I'm ok. You didn't hurt me. I had so many orgasms, big and small, that I may not be able to have another for a long time. You're an amazing lover, Harry Potter."
"I love making you cum. In fact," Harry thought he should add, "I love you Luna."
"I know. I love you, Harry. I know you are not going to be exclusive to me. I'm not going to be exclusive to you. But, maybe someday, Hermione and I can share you."
Luna had always had a way of saying the quiet part out loud. Was she referring to a three‑way or just a love triangle? Harry wasn't sure but it didn't matter. What was important was that she understood that both Hermione and Luna were two people that he loved. She harbored no illusions. Until she had said it Harry had not given it a lot of thought but, as was often the way with Luna, she brought a reality into focus for him.
They slept in their embrace until midnight. Waking briefly they kissed and embraced and petted but they had no energy for anything more. Their affection was genuine and mutual and that was all that mattered. Drifting off to sleep again they awoke with the morning sun.
During breakfast Harry asked about Padma's reputation.
"I think I've told you too much, Harry. What goes on in Ravenclaw should stay in Ravenclaw. I can't say more until I ask for her permission. Please don't spread this around."
"Your confidence is safe with me, Luna. I hope Padma agrees to allow you to share. Please ask her for me."
After breakfast they stood in the doorway and embraced. Their kiss was long and intimate. After they separated Luna had something to say.
"I'm glad we could tell each other that we love each other, Harry Potter."
"Me too," Harry said. "Thank you Luna. Thank you very much. You're very, very special."
"As are you, Harry Potter."
Stepping onto the lawn he looked back one more time at that waif like body with that tiny t-shirt and loose shorts cinched with that white silk rope. His last thought before he apparated was he wondered if she was aware how sexy she was.
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