I have a pa treon set up if anyone wants early access to chapters and eventually my new stories. I'm hoping to eventually put some original content on there in the future as well. Nobody has to donate anything, obviously but I would be thrilled if anyone did!
Right now I have early access to stimulation theory chapters, as well as the first few of a horror story about Harry and Astoria becoming serial killers available. The horror story is currently available to the top tier, but will become accessible to more as the weeks go on leading up to its release.
I also am publishing the second chapter of a request, a NSFW Harry/Katie story called Chasing Time!
For my longer more serious stories I don't think I'm going to keep much to a set schedule, the smut is more of a fun project for me. The long ones I want to make sure are perfect, so it will take more time.
w w w . Pa treon . c o m / Cal_The_Wandcrafter
Harry had been there for hours at this point, looking over books in the restricted section that might give him a clue to the nature of free will. He had read through tomes of ancient philosophy and dusty scrolls detailing the musings of long-forgotten wizards, but none of them quite addressed his peculiar question about non-sentient beings. Frustrated, he slammed the last book shut and leaned back in his chair, rubbing his eyes. The only thing he had learned was that his curiosity was all for nothing, and that the Hogwarts library had not had any updates on the topic of muggle technology since the first public radio broadcast on November 2, 1920. Honestly he didn't know why he expected anything different, video games had only become a thing in the past 10 or so years (or had they? If everything was a simulation, who came up with the idea of a video game, or had it always existed?) so the only literature he could find relating to sentience versus non-sentience was in relation to animals, and the occasional extremely racist ramblings that had been locked up particularly tight in the back of farthest reaches of the restricted section.
If thousands of years of the existence of man could not solve the concept of free will versus predetermination, Harry knew he would not be able to figure it out for himself in a single afternoon, but honestly it was a better way to spend his time than listening to Professor Binns drone on and on about the history of wizarding governments. Harry decided to take a break from his studies and stretch his legs. He wandered through the library, his eyes scanning the shelves for any other potential sources of knowledge when he spotted Penelope Clearwater, another muggle-born witch, who might have some insight into his modern-day dilemma.
Her hair was pulled back into a neat ponytail, and her nose was buried in a book titled "Muggle Inventions and Their Magical Counterparts." Harry approached her cautiously, not wanting to startle her. When she looked up, her eyes widened in surprise before she offered him a tentative smile. "Hi, Harry," she said, closing her book with a soft thud. "What brings you to the restricted section?"
"Research," Harry replied, keeping his voice low. "I'm trying to understand if computer programs have free will. It's all part of a... personal project." He paused, hoping she might offer some insight
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"Computer programs? Software like PowerPoint or AOL?"
"No, more like, have you ever played Final Fantasy? My cousin got the newest one last year, and I got to play it a few times when he wasn't home, and I'm thinking more like those characters that just stand around and you talk to them to get quests or to sell items to and buy healing potions and stuff."
"Oh I see. Like do they know they are just characters inside of a video game?"
Harry beamed with delight at her understanding and nodded enthusiastically. "Exactly! Do they just follow the code that is written for them, or do they have any sort of free will? And how do we know the difference, or if someone around us is real or not?"
Penelope leaned back in her chair, folding her arms over her chest as she contemplated his question. "Well, from what I know, computers are just machines. They do what they're told by their programming. They don't think or feel like we do." She paused, her gaze drifting to the floor. "And as for the simulation part, that's a bit too much like sci-fi for my taste. I was raised Christian, Harry, and I believe in a world that's real, created by a real God. There's something... spiritual about life that you just can't replicate with code and pixels."
She spoke her mind measured and thoughtful, and Harry felt a pang of admiration for her ability to articulate her beliefs so clearly. "But what if," he pressed, "what if God is the ultimate programmer, and we're all just characters in His simulation? Would that mean we don't have free will?"
Penelope tilted her head, a small furrow appearing between her eyebrows. "Now that's an interesting angle," she conceded, her voice taking on a curious tone. "But wouldn't that imply that everything we do is predetermined by the code He wrote? It's a bit... deterministic for my liking. And what about magic? If we're just characters, then is magic part of the code, or is it something we truly create ourselves? I guess at the end of the day Simulation Theory is kind of like religion for atheists, weird I've never thought of that. Still, I don't think we are in a simulation, how big of a computer would you need to run that? Think of the computing power needed to process every possible choice you could ever make, spread across the entirety of the world."
Her words echoed in the quiet of the library, and Harry found himself pondering the implications. "Maybe it's not a computer as we know it," he mused. "Maybe it's something more... advanced. Something that can handle consciousness and free will, and the laws of nature and everything else, all that quantum stuff that I don't understand, without breaking down into binary choices."
Penelope laughed lightly, shaking her head. "You're really going down the rabbit hole with this, Harry. It's like you're trying to apply muggle logic to the wizarding world. I wonder if God's computer gets good dial up? It takes forever to log on back home, so it must be better than that load of garbage. I still think it's a little preposterous that we are in a simulation, though."
Harry looked at her somewhat amused. "You're a devout Christian that practices witchcraft, and this is what you think is preposterous?
Penelope gave him a playful shove. "Hey, you know what I mean," she said, her eyes twinkling. "But if you want to talk more about it, you should come by the Ravenclaw dorms on Thursday nights. We have these open debates, where we discuss all sorts of wild ideas. Maybe you'll find someone who's thought about it from another angle." She paused and looked over his shoulder, with a smirk. "Speaking of, there's Lovegood waving at you. Maybe you should ask her. She may be a bit odd but you can't deny she is wicked smart."
Harry turned around and smiled at the blonde girl at the entrance to the restricted section, who lit up like a Christmas tree upon seeing him... And was predictably ignoring the large yellow exclamation point hovering above her head. "Maybe I will. Thanks for the talk Penelope. It was interesting. I got to go see whatever quest Luna wants me to do."
Penelope nodded with a goofy grin. "Ha! 'The quest Luna wants you to do'. Maybe you should lay off the video games a bit, you're starting to sound like you're stuck in one. See you around, Harry."
Harry rolled his eyes, but couldn't help the smile that tugged at his lips. He turned and made his way over to Luna, who was bobbing slightly in place with excitement.
"Hi, Luna," he greeted her, trying to ignore the exclamation point.
"Oh, Harry," she said, her voice airy and enthusiastic. "I'm so glad you're here. Would you like to go gather mushrooms with me? I've heard of some rare ones growing in the forbidden forest that are supposed to have fascinating properties when cooked into a duck egg omelet."
"Mushrooms? In the forbidden forest?" Harry's smile faltered slightly - He hated quests that went into the Forbidden Forest. The enemies tended to stay in the farther it reaches, but the first few levels it was like a maze, and it irritated him to no end whenever he ended up getting lost for hours. But he knew Luna's curiosity was infectious, and he had nothing better to do. Plus, he figured if he was going to ask her about free will, this might be the perfect. opportunity to get some unique insight. "Alright, let's go."
With a tiny flash, the exclamation point disappeared, and the girl reached out to grab his hand, leading him towards the entrance.
"Thanks for coming, Harry," she said, her eyes alight with excitement. "I know it's not everyone's cup of tea, but I think you'll find it quite enchanting. It's not every day you get to explore the Forbidden Forest, you know."
"I've been there a few times. First year I got detention with Hagrid and had to go look for unicorns, and second year, me and Ron ran across a colony of acromantula. Then in third year me and Hermione were chased by a werewolf and attacked by dementors in it."
Luna laughed and shook her head. "Sounds like you went too far towards the back of the forest. We aren't going any farther than a few meters in, so don't worry."
He nodded his head in agreement, as he continued on with her. "That's exactly what I said."
They reached the Grand Staircase, its steps curving elegantly as they descended into the vastness of Hogwarts. Harry took a moment to look around, feeling the weight of the castle's ancient stones and the whispers of countless footsteps that had echoed through its halls. "Speaking of wild ideas, Luna, have you ever heard of simulation theory?"
Her eyes lit up like stars, and she looked at him with genuine interest. "The idea that we might be living in a simulated reality? I would suggest you read Baudrillard's 'Simulacra and Simulation', if that sort of thing peaks your interest. It's less literal than you are probably interested in, and goes into the themes of manufactured realities pushed towards us by media, and how it becomes more realistic to us than reality. But I have heard of the idea, yes. What makes you ask?"
"It's just something I've been pondering," Harry said, his eyes fixed on the large, oak door that led to the outside world. "How do we know if anything else is real? How do I know if you are real? Am I the only real person? If so, do you have free will if you are just a program? Or what if I am a program too, and I am just programmed to think I am real?"
Luna's laughter was like a bell in the quiet of the grand staircase, a delightful sound that made Harry's chest tighten. "Oh Harry, you're definitely real. If you weren't, you wouldn't be questioning it." She paused, her gaze drifting up to the ceiling as if searching for words. "But as for everyone else..." she said with a mischievous glint in her eye, "I'm not so sure. They don't show any signs of intelligence at all, most of the time."
They stepped out of the warmth of the castle into the crisp, cool air of the courtyard. The cobblestone pathways were slick with the remnants of a recent rain, and the smell of damp earth mingled with the scent of the blooming flowers in the planters. The grandeur of Hogwarts stood tall and majestic around them, its ivy-covered stones glistening in the soft light. It seemed so real, Harry had almost forgotten that he wasn't even sure if any of it actually existed or not.
"But what about you, Luna?" Harry pressed, his eyes searching hers as they strolled towards the forest. "Do you think you have free will?"
Her smile grew more mysterious, as if she knew something that no one else did. "Oh, Harry," she said, her voice tinged with a hint of melancholy. "I've always wondered that about myself. Sometimes I feel like I'm just going through the motions, doing what's expected of me. Other times, I feel like I'm as free as a nargle in a pool of glitter. But no, I am fairly certain I am not real either."
Her words sent a shiver down Harry's spine, and he stared at her, his mouth agape. "But what does that mean?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Luna shrugged nonchalantly, her eyes never leaving his. "Maybe it means nothing, Harry. Or maybe it means everything. It's all about perception, really." With that, she turned and began walking towards the forbidden Forest, her robes fluttering behind her like a cape. Harry followed, his mind racing with questions. They arrived at the edge of the woods, the trees looming tall and shadowy, the underbrush thick and inviting. Luna walked over to a nearby tree and sat down under it, motioning for Harry to join her. He sat next to her, feeling the cool dampness of the ground seep through his robes.
"I'm just happy to be here really. I don't mind if I'm real or not," Luna continued, plucking a daisy from the ground. "But what's really important is that we enjoy the journey, don't you think?"
Harry nodded in agreement, but the strange feeling lingered. Luna had always had an otherworldly quality to her, but this was something else entirely. He watched as she began to peel the petals from the daisy, one by one. "But Luna, if we're in a simulation, then what's the point of any of this?"
Luna looked up at him with a knowing smile. "The point, Harry, is to find joy in the little things. Like these mushrooms we're looking for. Or the way the light filters through the leaves in the forest. It's the experiences we have that make life worth living, not the reality of it."
Her words resonated with him, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of peace settle over him. He watched as she continued to pick at the daisy, her gentle touch a stark contrast to the complexity of their conversation. "You know, Luna," he said, "you're a lot smarter than people give you credit for. Like that was so insightful it was legitimately scary."
Luna's smile grew, and she leaned back on her hands, looking up at the patches of blue sky peeking through the canopy above them. "Thank you, Harry," she said, her voice still holding a hint of that ethereal quality. "But I can't take all the credit. It's just how I was programmed."
The words hit Harry like a bludger to the stomach. He stared at her, his mind racing. "What... what are you talking about?"
Luna blinked, her eyes wide and innocent. "Well, you asked if I thought you had free will, and if I was real or not. I just assumed you were trying to figure out if it was morally okay to..." She trailed off, her cheeks flushing pink. "Have your way with me. Seeing as I'm just another program."
"Are you serious!" Harry exclaimed, his voice sharp with shock. He had never seen this side of anyone before, and it was throwing him off-balance.
"Of course. It's been quite fun watching you with our classmates, and I was wondering when it would be my turn."
Her words were like a cold splash of water, and Harry felt his jaw drop. "Your turn? What the bloody hell are you talking about, Luna? I'm saying you know what's going on with the simulation? With this game? Whatever it is?"
"Oh of course. You'd have to be stupid to not realize it. Everything here is so... staged." Luna said, plucking another daisy.
"What do you mean by that?" Harry's voice was tight, his mind racing. "How did you figure it out! You said you are just a program, how do you know that? Are you sure you're not a player like me?"
Luna leaned closer to him, her eyes locked on his. "Does it really matter, Harry? Whether I'm real or not, whether we're in a game or not, we're here, aren't we? Feeling, thinking, experiencing." And before he could respond, she leaned in and kissed him.
Her lips were soft and warm, and Harry's eyes closed instinctively as he felt his body respond. She climbed on top of him, straddling his waist, and he found his arms wrapping around her, pulling her closer. The world around them seemed to fade away, the only real things the beating of their hearts and the heat of their bodies melding together.
As they kissed, Harry felt a sense of hope he hadn't experienced since he had first realized the situation he was trapped in. The thought of her being just a program, a part of the simulation, didn't bother him anymore. If this was all just a game, then he was going to play it to the fullest, cherishing every moment.
They laid down in the soft grass under the oak tree, Luna's gentle hands exploring his face as if she were memorizing every feature. Harry felt the tension in his body melt away as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer. Her kisses grew more urgent, her breath warm and sweet against his skin. The leaves rustled above them, casting dappled shadows that danced across their bodies as they moved together in a slow, tender dance of exploration.
Luna took her lavender sweater off, revealing a simple, white T-shirt beneath. Harry could see the outline of her bra beneath it, and his heart raced at the sight. He began to unbutton his shirt, his fingertips brushing against her skin as he pulled it over his head. The cool air of the forest kissed his bare chest, raising goosebumps that she traced with her fingertips. Her eyes were bright with desire, and Harry felt a thrill of joy swell through him.
The grass beneath them was cool and slightly damp, but Harry barely noticed as Luna's warmth filled him. He laid his robes down, spreading them out like a blanket, the soft fabric whispering against the damp earth. The forest was eerily quiet around them, and the only thing he could hear was their combined heartbeats as they entwined themselves in each other. Luna's eyes grew wide as Harry removed his shirt, her gaze lingering on his chest before she leaned in and kissed him again. Pulling her down with him, Harry lay back, feeling the cold grass beneath but only aware of the warmth of her body. Her hands traced the lines of his chest, feather-light, while she leaned in for another kiss, her breasts pressing against him. Harry's hand found its way to the hem of her shirt, his fingers curling under the fabric and lifting it up.
Their kiss grew more passionate, and Luna let out a soft moan as Harry's hand slipped under her shirt, feeling the smoothness of her skin. He caressed her side, his thumb brushing the edge of her bra, and she shivered. Harry broke the kiss and looked into her eyes, searching for any sign of doubt or hesitation. He found none. Only excitement and the same longing he felt. They sat up, their breathing heavy and eyes locked, and together they removed her shirt, revealing her white lace bra.
Luna leaned back on her elbows, giving him a full view of her pale, freckled skin. Harry's eyes traced the curve of her breasts, the way the lace cupped them, and the shadows that played between the fabric and her skin. He leaned in and kissed the softness of her neck, feeling her pulse quicken beneath his lips. His hand moved up to her bra clasp, and with trembling fingers, he unhooked it. The bra fell away, and her breasts were bare to him. He took one in his hand, feeling the weight and warmth of it, and she gasped as his thumb brushed her nipple.
Her skin was like silk under his touch, and Harry felt his heart racing as he leaned in and took one nipple into his mouth. Luna's breath hitched, and she arched her back, pressing herself into him. Harry's other hand found its way to her other breast, his thumb and forefinger teasing and playing with the sensitive peak. Her hands found his shoulders, her nails digging in slightly as she held onto him, her hips rocking gently against his.
They were lost in each other, the world around them fading into nothingness as they touched and kissed. Harry felt himself hardening, and he knew Luna could feel it too. She sat up and straddled him, her bare breasts brushing against his chest as she did so. He reached down and unzipped his trousers, freeing his erection. Luna's eyes widened slightly, but she didn't look away. Instead, she reached down and took him in her hand, stroking him gently.
With a sly smile, she hiked up her pink skirt, revealing the blue thigh-high socks that encased her long, slender legs. Harry's eyes traveled up her legs, his breath catching in his throat as he saw she wasn't wearing any underwear. Luna noticed his surprise and giggled, leaning back to give him a better view. He swallowed hard, trying to keep his thoughts from racing too fast.
"You know, Harry," she whispered, her hand still stroking him gently, "I've been watching you with everyone else. It's like you're on a quest to... to conquer everyone." Her voice was light, teasing, but there was a hint of something else there too - a sadness, maybe, or a yearning for something more.
"Luna, I-" Harry began, but she put a finger to his lips, silencing him.
"It's okay, Harry," she whispered, her eyes never leaving him. "You don't have to explain. I know what you're looking for, and I don't blame you." And with that, she increased her speed, her hand moving faster along his shaft. Harry's eyes rolled back in his head, and he let out a low moan. The sensation was exquisite, and he couldn't believe this was happening. Luna's eyes grew heavy with every stroke, her own breathing becoming more rapid.
With a sudden move, she leaned in closer, her warm breath against his skin as she kissed him deeply, her hand never stopping its rhythm. Then she pulled away, her tongue flicking out to gently trace her lips slowly and she took the spit collected from their kiss, looking him in the eyes, as it rolled off her mouth, a clear line of saliva dripping through the air to land on the head of his dick. Harry's eyes widened in surprise, but before he could react, she had taken him back into her hand, her grip tight and firm. The saliva began to roll down his shaft, and she watched with intense focus.
Her palm glided over the tip of his cock in slow, deliberate circles, the wetness providing a new level of sensitivity. Harry's hips jerked involuntarily, and he let out a groan that was muffled by their kisses. The feeling was indescribable, the smoothness of her hand combined with the coolness of the saliva creating a sensation that was both soothing and electrifying. He could feel the blood rushing to his groin, and he knew he was close to the edge.
With a final stroke, Harry couldn't hold back any longer. He bucked his hips upward, and with a strangled cry, he came in her hand. Thick ropes of cum spurted out, covering her palm and fingers. Luna broke the kiss, her eyes never leaving his, and watched with fascination as she milked him until he was finished. She brought her hand up to her face, examining the sticky fluid with a curious expression, then brought it to her nose and took a whiff.
Amusement crossed her face as she stuck a single finger out, licking the full length sensually as she swirled a sample of the thick fluid around her tongue, tasting him before lowering her hand down to her own pussy. Harry watched in awe as she used the cum on her hand to coat her folds, her fingers slipping in and out of herself with ease. The sight of her tasting herself, mixed with his essence, was one of the most erotic things he had ever seen. He felt a second wave of arousal wash over him, and his cock began to harden again.
With a soft smile, Luna leaned back down and kissed him, sharing the taste. It was unlike anything Harry had ever felt before, a mix of their flavors, and it was strange, but he didn't inherently hate it. He reached down to her hips, his hands firm and gentle as he positioned her over his revitalized erection. She looked into his eyes, her own filled with a fiery passion, and he knew she was ready. He felt the tip of him brush against her wetness, and she gasped into his mouth.
He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, savoring every moment of the tight, warm embrace. Luna's eyes fluttered shut, her breath coming in quick pants as she adjusted to his size. When he was fully seated inside her, Harry took a deep breath, feeling her muscles clench around him. He pulled back and pushed in again, a little faster this time, setting a rhythm that had them both moaning.
The way she looked at him, the way she whispered his name, it all felt so real. It didn't matter if they were artificial intelligence, programs, characters in some game or a figment of some divine creator's imagination; in this moment, he felt alive.
They moved together, their bodies in sync, their hearts pounding in unison. Harry could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, but he didn't want it to end. He wanted to stay in this moment forever, lost in the softness of Luna's body and the sweetness of her kisses.
Her breath grew more ragged, and her hips began to rock more urgently against his. Harry could feel her tightening around him, and he knew she was close. He picked up his pace, driving into her harder and faster, feeling her nails dig into his shoulders. Luna's eyes flew open, and she looked into his with a wild abandon that made his stomach flip.
Suddenly, she threw her head back, and a cry of pleasure echoed through the forest. Her body convulsed around him, her muscles clenching and releasing in waves. Harry watched in amazement as she rode out her orgasm, her eyes closed tightly, her face a mask of ecstasy. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
As her climax subsided, Luna leaned back down and kissed him again, her tongue delving into his mouth with a passion that left him breathless. Harry's own release building again.
They continued to move together, their bodies speaking a language that transcended words. Harry felt like he was in a trance, lost in the sensations of her tight, wet warmth, and the sweet smell of their mingled arousal. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, and her hands were in his hair, pulling him closer, deeper.
Luna's thighs began to quiver around him, her breaths coming in shallow gasps. Harry could feel her tightening again, her inner walls contracting around his cock in a silent plea for more. He complied, driving into her with renewed vigor, their bodies slapping together with a wet, needy sound. But as much as he tried, he couldn't find his own release. It was as if some invisible force was holding him back, teasing him with the promise of pleasure but never letting him quite reach it.
The tension grew, coiling tight in his balls, making his every nerve end a live wire ready to spark. He watched Luna's face, the way her eyes rolled back and her lips parted in silent cries of pleasure, and he knew she was feeling the same tormenting bliss. Their movements grew more frantic, their kisses turning to bites and nips. Luna's nails raked down his back, leaving trails of fire in their wake, and Harry's own hands gripped her hips so hard he was sure he'd leave bruises. Their skin was slick with sweat, the grass beneath them trampled flat. Harry felt his muscles begin to ache, his lungs burning with the effort of holding back. Luna's breathing grew erratic, her chest heaving with every pant.
He slowly withdrew from her, a deep groan escaping his lips. She moaned softly, her eyes fluttering open as she stared up at him with a burning desire. He could see the same unquenchable thirst reflected in her gaze, the same aching need that was consuming him.
"Please," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath. "I need you."
Without a moment's hesitation, Harry rolled her over so she was beneath him. He slid her legs up over his shoulders, her heels resting beside his face and he looked down at her. Her eyes were full of need, her breasts heaving with every breath she took. He felt his cock throb with desire as he positioned himself at her cunt and with one firm push, he slid back inside her, feeling her wetness engulf him once again.
Luna's eyes widened, and she let out a low, keening cry. Harry watched as she arched her back, her breasts thrusting towards the sky, her hips pushing up to meet him. He began to move again, his strokes deep and deliberate. The angle was new, and the sensation was intense, sending shockwaves of pleasure through both of them. Harry's eyes locked with hers, and he watched as she bit her lip, her teeth sinking into the soft flesh as she tried to muffle her moans.
Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, the sounds of their passion echoing through the stillness of the forest. Harry could feel his climax building, the tension in his balls tightening with every thrust. Luna's eyes were glazed with pleasure, her body writhing beneath him as he claimed her over and over. He could feel her getting closer, her muscles contracting around him, her breathing growing more ragged.
He leaned down and kissed her, his movements growing more urgent. He could feel himself reaching the peak, the warmth spreading through his body, and he knew it was only a matter of moments before he spilled inside her.
But Luna had other ideas. With a sudden surge of strength, rocked her hips, matching his thrust as she swirled her lower body in circles, gasping in ecstatic pleasure as the girth of his cock hit the forward inner wall of her pussy. She began to ride him, as he plowed into her, her hips moving in a rhythm that was as ancient as it was primal. Harry watched in amazement as she took control, her eyes glazed with passion, her hair a wild tangle around her face.
Her movements grew faster, more erratic, and Harry knew she was close again. He leaned down, stretching her legs as her petite butt lifted into the air, and grabbed her breasts, kneading them gently, his thumbs playing with her nipples. She threw her head back and let out a wail of pleasure, her pussy contracting around him, squeezing him tightly. He could feel her wetness on his thighs, and the sight was almost too much to handle.
With a final, powerful thrust, Luna came again. Her body bucked and writhed, her muscles spasming around his cock as she rode out the most intense orgasm of her life. Harry watched in amazement as she shuddered and quivered, her eyes rolling back in her head. It was as if she had lost herself in the moment, as if she had forgotten everything except the feeling of him inside her.
The sight was too much for Harry to handle. He felt his own orgasm finally crest crest, and with a roar, he emptied himself into her. Luna's walls milked him, her pussy clenching and unclenching as he filled her with his seed. The sensation was overwhelming, and he had to bite his lip to keep from crying out too loudly.
They lay there, panting and spent, their bodies sticky with sweat and cum. Luna collapsed onto his chest, her heart hammering against his. For a moment, they just stayed there, listening to the sounds of the forest around them, feeling the aftershocks of their shared pleasure.
Then, slowly, Harry began to stroke her hair, his hands moving in gentle, soothing motions. Luna looked up at him, her eyes soft and affectionate. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice hoarse from screaming. "That was... that was incredible."
"You're welcome," Harry murmured, still trying to catch his breath. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt so alive, so connected to another person. It was as if, in that moment, all of his doubts and fears had been washed away, replaced by a deep, visceral need to just feel.
They lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, the world outside the forest forgotten. It was just the two of them, lost in a moment of pure, unadulterated bliss. But as the afterglow began to fade, so too did the warmth of the sun, replaced by a sudden chill in the air. Luna shivered, and Harry realized that the light was growing dimmer. They had been out here for hours, lost in each other.
With a soft giggle, Luna pushed herself up on her elbows, her breasts swaying gently. She reached into her robe pocket and pulled out her wand. With a flick of her wrist, she cast a delicate spell, and a soft blue flame appeared in the air between them. It hovered there, flickering gently, casting a warm, ethereal glow across their naked bodies. Harry watched in amazement as the flame grew larger, creating a small bubble of heat that surrounded them.
"Much better," she murmured, her voice still thick with pleasure. Harry couldn't agree more. He kissed the side of her head, feeling her warmth against his chest. Her hair smelled faintly of lavender, a scent that seemed to wrap around him like a comforting blanket. He leaned into her, feeling the curves of her body fit perfectly against his.
With his free hand, Harry reached down and began to trace patterns on her bare thigh, feeling the smoothness of her skin. Luna's breathing grew steadier, her body relaxing into his embrace. He could feel her heartbeat slow, and he knew she was slipping into a contented doze. He felt a wave of affection wash over him, a feeling so strong it was almost overwhelming.
After a few moments of quiet, she spoke again, her voice sleepy and warm. "How many girls have you... been with, Harry?" Her words were deliberate, curious and unless he was mistaken, somewhat horny, and Harry pulled her in close, placing a kiss on her forehead.
"Seven so far. Why do you ask?" Her question caught him off guard, but Harry replied honestly.
Luna's eyes sparkled with mischief. "I just wondered if you had any favorites." She propped herself up on her elbow, her breasts pressing against his chest. "You know, if you're planning on continuing your... quest, I think you should consider Astoria Greengrass."
"Astoria?" Harry echoed, surprised by the sudden shift in conversation. He studied Luna's face, trying to gauge her expression, but her gaze remained neutral, her voice steady.
"Mm-hmm," she hummed, playing with a lock of her hair. "She is very cute, isn't she? I think I'd like to spend some time in a room closet with her myself, but I think you would enjoy it too. And what about Romilda Vane?" she asked, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Her bottom is so... tantalizing."
"Romilda?" Harry's eyebrows shot up. "Isn't she a bit...young?"
Luna giggled, her breasts jiggling slightly. "She's only a few months younger than me, Harry. She didn't get to join my class because of the birthday cut off date."
"I suppose," Harry said, stroking her back gently, "but I don't think they will be better than this."
"I don't know, Astoria looks like she would be good at eating pussy. Which doesn't really help your case, but a girl can dream."
Her words sent a shockwave through Harry, and he nearly choked on his laughter. He couldn't believe Luna's bluntness, but it was also incredibly refreshing. "So you like girls too?"
"Oh yes," Luna said, her voice filled with amusement. "Ginny and I used to practice kissing when we were little, you know, to understand how it felt before we did it with boys. And sometimes, when she sleeps over, we still share a kiss before bed. Just for old times' sake, of course."
Her revelation made Harry's eyes widen, and he felt a jolt of arousal at the thought of the two girls exploring each other's lips. "I had no idea," he said, his voice thick with desire. "It was worth it, I have to say. You are an amazing kisser."
Luna blushed, her cheeks turning a pretty shade of pink. "Thank you, Harry," she whispered, looking down at her intertwined fingers. "But Ginny stopped after a while."
"Oh?" Harry felt a twinge of curiosity. "What happened?"
Luna's blush deepened. "Well, we were just playing around, as we often did, but when Ginny kissed me, she called out 'Harry' instead of 'Luna'. I thought it was rather cute, but she was horribly embarrassed at the matter. She kind of just stopped after that. It's a shame, she has really cute breasts, and now I don't get to see them anymore."
Her candidness was like a cool breeze through the forest of his thoughts, and Harry felt a strange mix of arousal and jealousy at the mention of Ginny. "So you've never... gone further than that?"
"Sometimes I spy on Padma or Cho." Luna admitted, her voice a soft confession in the quiet woods. "I like to imagine what it would be like to kiss them, to touch their bodies."
Her words sent a thrill down Harry's spine, and he couldn't help but picture the scenes she described. "And what about you and me?" he asked, his voice low and gruff with desire. "Does knowing this is a simulation change anything?"
"Well that depends. Are you going to keep coming back to me?" Luna asked, her voice a mix of tease and challenge.
"Always," Harry said, his voice firm and sincere. "But I was wondering if you'd like to join me... with some of our classmates. Since you know it's not real, I thought it could be a way for us to explore more... together."
"Harry Potter gets to be my wingman?" Luna's eyes lit up with excitement, the prospect of experiencing the unexplored thrills with Harry clearly appealing to her adventurous spirit. "That sounds like a brilliant idea!" she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I do believe this will be the start of a very beautiful relationship."