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NO BETA, WE DIE LIKE CLONE TROOPERS
"What's the point?" Harry murmured to himself as he lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. His voice echoed in the empty room, the silence his only companion.
"I've got the world at my fingertips," or so Luna had said, "but it's all just a bunch of ones and zeros." Harry chuckled softly, the words hung over him like a storm cloud. "Are they ones and zeros? Is this digital? Or is this some sort of perverse illusion? What's even the difference?"
He rolled over, burying his face in the pillow. The fabric smelled faintly of his shampoo, a scent that was as real as any memory could be in this place. The bed creaked, the mattress groaned under his weight, and he could almost feel the ghosts of a thousand slumbers that had never been. The curtains fluttered in a breeze that didn't exist outside his own mind.
"I'm going to go crazy," he said aloud, breaking the silence. It was a thought he'd had many times before, but now it felt more like a declaration than a fear. He sat up, his eyes adjusting to the dim light that seemed to emanate from the very walls. "But then again, who's to say I'm not already there?"
He swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up, his body protesting the movement. He felt hollow, as if he'd been living off of air for too long. The floorboards were cold under his bare feet, a stark contrast to the warmth of the bed. He took a deep breath and stepped into the hallway. "I need to go talk to Luna."
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Luna was, as always, outside the Ravenclaw common room, her eyes fixed on the moving portraits as if they were the only things in the world that truly saw her. She looked up as Harry approached, her expression a mix of curiosity and concern. "You look terrible," she said, not unkindly.
"Thanks," Harry replied, running a hand through his hair. It felt greasy and unkempt. "I've been better."
"What's been going on?" Luna asked, tilting her head to the side. Her voice was soft, genuinely curious.
"It's... complicated," Harry began, his eyes scanning the empty corridor. "I've been thinking a lot about the girls I've been with. They're not real, are they?"
Luna's gaze was unflinching. "Of course not, I thought you knew this already?"
"Well yeah, but that's not what I mean. Like, is it considered sexual assault, what I'm doing? Am I a bad person?"
Luna looked at him thoughtfully. "You're not doing anything they don't want to do, Harry. They're not like us. They don't have feelings or desires. They're just following their programming."
"But I'm the one with the free will," Harry countered, his voice laced with guilt. "I'm the one making the choice to use them like that."
Luna's expression softened. "You're not using them, Harry. You're interacting with them as you would with any game character. It's not your fault they don't have consciousness."
"But what does that make me?" Harry whispered, his voice tight with anguish. "A monster? A... a god?"
Luna reached out and placed a comforting hand on his arm. "No, Harry, you're neither. Think of it as a multiverse, a series of interconnected worlds where every possibility exists." She gestured around them at the grand castle. "In each of these worlds, there's a version of you, making different choices, experiencing different lives."
"Okay I'm with you so far."
"In one universe, you choose to romance Cho. She acts the way she did when you had sex with her. In another, you choose Daphne. And the same scene would have occurred, probably not in the middle of the Great Hall, but regardless it would have remained the same in the end. You see, Harry," Luna continued, her eyes gleaming with the excitement of discovery, "these are merely different paths for you to explore. You just happen to be in a unique unintended position. Life is one giant hallway, with different doors. Normally you would have to close one to open another, but somehow you have the ability to keep them all open at the same time. Does that make any sense?"
"Absolutely not."
The words left Harry's mouth before he had time to consider the weight of his own statement. He stared at Luna, her hand still resting on his arm, her eyes filled with understanding. "Alright, Harry, how about this. Would you feel bad about having sex with a robot that was meant for you to eventually fuck anyways?"
"I-I don't know," Harry stammered, his brow furrowed. "Maybe?"
Luna chuckled gently, the sound echoing in the deserted hallway. "Don't overthink it, Harry. These are just simulations, like I said. They're not people."
"But what if one day I get out of here, and they realize that I've been... I've been treating them like objects?" Harry's voice grew louder, his anxiety mounting.
"They won't, Harry," Luna assured him, her eyes gentle. "Because they're not real. They're just like the chess pieces we move around the board. They don't have feelings or emotions or the capacity to remember what you do to them. They know what happened they just don't care. Normally they would, but you would always be able to increase your relationship with them after enough time had passed. But whatever is going on, I promise you Harry we do not care what you do to us and we do not hold anything against you."
"It's weird hearing you refer to yourself as not real, you know?"
"But it's the truth," Luna replied, her voice calm. "How about we go do something to get your mind off of the topic?"
"Like what?" Harry's voice was a mix of skepticism and curiosity.
"How about you go to the Slytherin common room," Luna suggested, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "Find Astoria, and, well, you know. Fuck her brains out in front of Draco Malfoy. I want to watch you with her."
The idea was ludicrous, yet something about it tickled Harry's fancy. He laughed, the sound bouncing off the stone walls. It was the first genuine laugh he'd had in what felt like an eternity. "You're insane, Luna."
Luna just shrugged, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Or I'm just trying to help you see the bigger picture, Harry. You're the one who's questioning the morals of essentially sticking your cock in a toaster. I promise you, the girls here don't mind you fucking them. now are you going to go ruin other men's dicks for Malfoy's girlfriend, or are you going to mope?"
Her words hung in the air, a challenge and an invitation wrapped in one. Harry felt a spark of excitement. "Alright, fine," he said, a smirk growing on his face. "Let's do it."
They made their way down the grand staircase, their footsteps echoing through the deserted halls of Hogwarts. The castle felt eerie, oddly empty for a Friday afternoon, as if the universe tried to give him space while his mind raced with the possibilities. If what Luna said was true, then the world was his oyster. But the question remained, how far could he push the boundaries of this simulation?
"Luna," Harry began, his voice tentative, "you know everything around here is... not real. Do you have the same freedom as me? Can you do anything without consequences?"
Luna looked at him with a knowing smile. "In a way, yes. But remember, Harry, I'm a part of this world. I have limitations too. I can't just break the code of the simulation. I have to stay within the way my character is written. Fortunately, however I have a lot of leeway."
"So do you go around and molest your classmates too?"
Luna's laugh was like a bell in the silence of the corridor. "Occasionally, Harry. But I have to be careful. When I go too far outside of my programming, things can get a bit...glitchy."
"Glitchy?" Harry echoed, his interest piqued.
"Mmhmm," Luna nodded, her eyes taking on a distant look. "Last year, I got a bit... adventurous. I decided to sneak into Padma's bed, you know, to see what it was like to have my ass eaten. She is a very closeted slut and is quite good at it, you should try it sometime. But the next day, I woke up and everything was flat. It was like I couldn't tell how far away things were. I kept walking into walls, it was so frustrating."
"Flat?" Harry asked, confused.
"Yes, like the camera behind my eyes was out of focus and slightly higher than normal," Luna elaborated, her voice still holding a hint of amusement. "It was quite disconcerting. Everything was just...flat. I couldn't tell how far away the walls were, or the stairs, or even the people. It was like I was seeing the world through a badly painted flat canvas. I had to spend a whole week in the hospital wing before it corrected itself."
"That sounds... terrifying," Harry said, his eyes wide with concern. "But I guess it makes sense. If the world's a game, you've got to play by the rules. Have you tried it since the world broke a few weeks ago?"
Luna's smile grew wider. "No, Harry, I haven't. It's been far too entertaining watching you explore your... urges." There was a glint in her eye, a mischievous twinkle that Harry had seen in her before, but never quite like this. "Do you think I should try it?"
"I mean why not" Harry shrugged as they reach the bottom of the staircase, taking a turn to the left to head towards the Slytherin common room. "How about you spend some time with Astoria after I'm finished with her?"
Luna's smile grew even wider. "Oh, Harry, you are so naughty," she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "But I like that about you."
"Well, it's not like it's hurting anyone, right?" Harry said, trying to justify his actions to himself more than to Luna. "They're just... they're just NPCs."
"Exactly. Now, before you leave the Slytherin dorm, I want you to fill her with as much semen as you can for me. I've always been curious what it's like to taste it out of someone. It's supposed to be good for your eyesight, you know?"
"... I'll take your word for it. So what else is on your... naughty little list?" Harry asked, his curiosity piqued.
"Well, I do have a collection," Luna said, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "A collection of toys, you see. Shaped like various magical creatures' penises. It's quite extensive, really."
"What the fuck, Luna?" Harry couldn't help but laugh, his shock mingling with a newfound fascination. "You're something else."
Luna's smile didn't falter, "Isn't that what makes life interesting, Harry? The little peculiarities we find along the way?" She tapped her wand against her chin thoughtfully. "As for my favorites, I'd say The werewolf is my favorite. It's got these delightful curves on it, and these thick veins that you can just feel deep inside you. Sometimes I like to imagine I'm helpless in the forbidden forest being ravaged by a creature of the night."
Before he could respond, she reached down and lifted her skirt, revealing that she wasn't wearing any underwear again. The sight of her bare pussy was jolting, and Harry felt his cock harden even more. She began to touch herself, her slender fingers tracing the delicate folds of her sex as they walked through the empty halls of Hogwarts. It was an erotic scene that seemed so out of place in the grand, magical school.
Her voice grew softer, more sensual as she spoke, and Harry felt his cock stir in his pants. "I've got a unicorn one too," she continued, her eyes drifting down to his crotch. "It's a bit... pointier than I expected. But it's supposed to be magical. It's supposed to grant wishes or something. I just wish for multiple orgasms and a pint of ice cream after."
"Luna, you're unbelievable," Harry murmured, his eyes locked onto her hand as it began to move in a more deliberate rhythm.
"Oh, Harry," she sighed, her voice a melodious purr that seemed to resonate through the very air. "You have no idea."
Her hand slid down her smooth, naked thigh, her eyes half-lidded with the promise of more salacious secrets. "Let me tell you about the centaur dildo," she whispered, her breath warm and sweet. "It's massive, Harry. Too big for my cunt, really, but I like to practice with it in my mouth. It has this compartment in it, you fill it with a lube that feels like thick sticky cum, and it comes in different flavors. The banana one is so tasty, I sometimes bring the bottle to breakfast and put on my waffles."
"Jesus," Harry muttered, his cock now straining against his robes. The idea of Luna, sweet, innocent Luna, with something so obscene and massive in her mouth was doing things to him he hadn't anticipated. He could feel his heart rate spike, his mind racing with images of her choking on the monstrous thing, her eyes watering with the effort, her cheeks hollowing out with every gagging moan she made.
"But that's not all," Luna continued, her voice taking on a dreamy quality as she touched herself more insistently. "I have a butt plug with a tail on it that I like to use with the werewolf dildo. It comes with a charm to increase its girth once it's inside, and I adapted it to be used on the knot of the werewolf," She paused, watching the shock and arousal play out on Harry's face. "I don't like very deep anal, you see, but something about being filled up right at the entrance, having that tail wagging between my cheeks as I'm being fucked, The way the plug makes my pussy so tight... it's just delightful."
The words painted a vivid picture in Harry's mind, one that was as confusing as it was arousing. He had always seen Luna as the quirky, slightly off-beat girl from Ravenclaw, even after their first encounter, but this side of her was something entirely new. And yet, he couldn't deny the effect it was having on him. His cock was now fully erect, straining against the fabric of his robes.
"Next time, Luna," Harry managed to say, his voice gruff with need. "Bring it next time we..." He trailed off, not quite sure how to finish the sentence without sounding like a complete degenerate.
"Oh, I will," she promised, her voice a sultry whisper. "I'll bring it all. I keep all my toys in a compartment in my bag. Isn't magic neat?" She tapped her wand against the leather satchel that was slung over her shoulder, and it grew with a soft popping sound, bulging slightly as if it had just swallowed a large object.
They arrived at the door to the Slytherin common room, and Harry took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing thoughts. He looked at Luna, her eyes bright with anticipation. "Ready?" she asked.
He nodded, and she whispered, "Speak the password."
"Open," Harry hissed in Parseltongue, the ancient language of serpents slithering from his tongue. The door, painted with the emerald serpent of Slytherin, shuddered and swung open, revealing the dimly lit chamber beyond. The air was thick with the scent of the lake outside, a subtle hint of brine and decay that permeated the very stones of the castle.
The common room was alive with the murmur of conversation and the flicker of candlelight. Slytherin students lounged on the velvet couches, some playing chess, others whispering secrets in huddled groups. As Harry and Luna entered, the room fell silent, the only sound the crackling of the fireplace. The students looked up, their eyes cold and unfriendly, but none of them moved or spoke has the crowded Slytherin common room collectively glared in their direction.
"Looks like we're the entertainment," Luna murmured, a smirk playing on her lips as she stepped aside. Harry felt a jolt of excitement and fear as he strode into the room, his eyes searching for Astoria. She was sitting by the fireplace, her long, blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, a book open in her lap, side by side with Draco Malfoy.
"Potter," Draco sneered, his eyes narrowing. "What do you think you're doing here?"
Luna stepped in front of Harry, her eyes twinkling. "These aren't the droids you're looking for," she said to Draco, her voice lilting and playful.
"What the hell are you talking about, Looney?"
"You don't need to see our identification. Move along."
The words were barely out of Luna's mouth before Draco scoffed, his sneer growing more pronounced. "You're both mad," he said, turning back to his conversation with Crabe and Goyle as if they were invisible.
Astoria, however, couldn't ignore the tension in the room. She looked up from her book, her eyes flicking between Harry and Draco before settling on Harry. There was a spark of something in her gaze, something that sent a thrill down his spine. He could almost feel the anger rolling off her in waves, and it only made his cock harder. She was gorgeous, even when she was pissed, her cheeks flushed with irritation and her full lips pressed into a thin line.
He took a step towards her, and she didn't move away. In fact, she scooted over slightly, making room for him on the couch. Draco looked up, his eyes narrowed into slits. Harry sat down beside her, feeling the warmth of her body through the thin fabric of their robes. He leaned in, whispering, "Hi, Draco's girl," his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Astoria didn't respond, her eyes remained on the pages of her book, but Harry could see the corners of her mouth twitching. He reached out, his hand brushing against her thigh. The touch was feather-light, but it was enough to make her inhale sharply. She looked at him, her eyes flashing with something that could have been anger, or perhaps something else.
"Luna," Harry said, not taking his eyes off Astoria, "why don't you sit over there?" He gestured to the couch across from them, where a couple of Slytherins were playing a silent game of wizard's chess.
Luna's smile grew wider, if that was even possible. "I think I'll stand, thank you," she said, her eyes flicking over to Pansy Parkinson, who was sitting in the corner, watching them with a mix of curiosity and excitement.
Pansy's gaze darted up as Harry waved at her, and she blushed a deep shade of crimson, quickly averting her eyes. "Oh I see what you're up to, Luna. Play nice with her, please? I'm trying to train her to be nicer."
"Don't worry, Harry," Luna called back, already halfway across the room. She approached Pansy with a grace that seemed to belie the lewdness of their conversation. "You know I'm all about spreading the love."
With Luna occupied, Harry turned his full attention to Astoria. He slid his arm around her shoulder, the heat of her skin searing through his robes. "What are you reading?" he asked, his voice low and intimate.
Astoria's eyes remained on the pages of her book, but Harry could feel the tension in her body. "Just trying to get this stupid boyfriend of mine to pay attention," she murmured, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Oh, he's not going to pay attention to you anymore," Harry said, his hand sliding up her thigh. "He's going to watch."
Astoria's eyes snapped to Harry's, a storm brewing in their depths. But she didn't move away, instead leaning slightly into his touch. Harry felt a thrill of victory at the silent challenge she offered. He leaned in, his mouth close to her ear. "Why would you waste your time with that asshole?" he murmured, his breath hot against her neck. "You could have any boy in the school, and you choose the moron who'd rather talk to his two overgrown gorillas then such a pretty girl."
Astoria's eyes narrowed, but she didn't deny it. "Dating Draco has its perks," she whispered back, her voice filled with a mix of bitterness and resignation. "He's got the looks, the family name, and the power. It's a package deal."
"But is he good at fucking you?" Harry asked bluntly, his hand sliding higher up her leg, his thumb grazing the edge of her robe.
Astoria's eyes widened, and she looked up at him, genuinely scandalized. She blushed deeply, her cheeks turning a shade of pink that made Harry's cock throb even harder. She looked like a proper lady of nobility, insulted by the crudeness of his language. But her pupils were dilated with arousal, and Harry knew he'd hit a nerve. "How dare you," she hissed, trying to sound offended, but the way her voice cracked betrayed her.
"Is he good at fucking you, Astoria?" Harry asked again, his voice softer, more insistent. "Does he make you feel loved and appreciated? Do you feel wanted when he kisses you? Does he even kiss you?
Astoria's eyes flickered over to Draco, who was now watching them with a mixture of anger and disbelief, pausing his conversation momentarily. She swallowed hard, her cheeks flaming with a mix of anger and embarrassment. "No," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "He doesn't even hold my hand."
Without another word, Harry leaned over and gently grabbed her head, turning her in to him and kissing her. It was a soft, lingering kiss, filled with promise and desire. He felt her stiffen for a moment, the shock of his action radiating through her body. But then, she melted into him, her arms wrapping around his neck, her mouth opening to deepen the kiss. Her tongue danced with his, tasting of mint and a hint of the sweetness from the butterbeer she'd been sipping. Harry pulled away gently, leaning his forehead against hers as they shared a breath. "And how does that make you feel?"
Her eyes searched his, a mix of confusion, anger, and longing. "It feels..." she began, but the words seemed to get caught in her throat. "It feels..."
"Malfoy never made you feel like that, did he?" Harry whispered, his hand now resting on her cheek, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw.
Astoria's eyes searched his, a silent question hanging in the air. "You can't just..." she began, but her voice trailed off as Harry leaned in for another kiss. This one was harder, more demanding, and she met his passion with a fervor that surprised even herself. Her hand reached down, gripping his cock through his robes. Harry groaned into her mouth, the sound vibrating against her lips.
Pulling away, Harry's eyes were dark with lust as he leaned around to suck on her neck. He felt her pulse quicken under his lips, her body arching into him. Looking up, he met Draco's gaze, which was now a searing blaze of anger. The blond boy's knuckles were white on the armrest of the couch, his jaw clenched tight. Harry smirked, his eyes flicking back to Astoria's as he reached under her robes, his hand sliding up her thigh.
Her breath hitched as his fingers found the elastic band of her panties. He hooked his fingers under it and began to pull it down, the fabric snagging briefly on the smooth skin of her thigh. She gasped as he finally pulled them down, exposing her to the room as he flipped her skirt up.
Meanwhile, Luna had made her way over to Pansy, who was sitting in the corner, a small, tight ball of nerves. Luna had a way of moving that was both fluid and erratic, like a bird that had just discovered it could walk. She plopped down next to her, her hand already reaching for Pansy's. "You're missing the show," she whispered, her voice filled with excitement. "Harry's quite a good fuck, isn't he?"
Pansy's eyes widened, her cheeks flaming red. "How can you say that?" she hissed, her voice a mix of outrage and embarrassment. "He's an idiot!" Her words were cruel, but the hint of affection was still there nonetheless. Luna reached over and grabbed her hand, placing it on her inner thigh.
"Oh he's an idiot all right. He's a brave idiot with an amazing cock. Don't you wish that was you instead of Astoria?"
Pansy's eyes shot to Harry and Astoria, her breath catching in her throat. "I-I-I don't know what you're talking about," she stuttered, trying to pull her hand away, but Luna held it firmly.
"Oh I know how he filled you up the other day. And he told me about the time in the Gryffindor common room. He called you a very good girl, and a special little slut. He's quite fond of you, you know?" Luna said, her voice a seductive purr that seemed to wrap around Pansy like a warm blanket.
Pansy's eyes widened, her breath hitching as Luna's words sank in. She couldn't help but feel a thrill at the thought of Harry saying such things about her, despite her publicly dismissive attitude towards him. Her hand, still in Luna's grip, grew heavier, and she felt the urge to push it away, to maintain some semblance of dignity. But there was something about Luna's confidence, her unabashed sexuality, that was intoxicating. It was as if she were being drawn into a whirlpool of desire that she didn't want to escape from. "What... What else did he say?"
Without waiting for a response, Luna took Pansy's hand and pushed it farther up her skirt. Pansy gasped as she felt the soft, wet heat of Luna's bare flesh against her fingertips. "He likes it when you act all sweet, giving up your rough attitude for a little bit. He said you're surprisingly warm, for someone who pretends to be so... untouchable."
Pansy's cheeks burned as she felt the slickness of Luna's arousal, her own curiosity and desire getting the better of her. She let her hand be guided, her fingers brushing over the smooth skin of Luna's pussy before finally sliding into her wetness. Luna let out a soft moan, her eyes fluttering shut as Pansy's thumb found her clit.
"He also told me you earned a special reward, with how well you did with Hermione Granger. Maybe if you do good with me, you can get another reward?" Luna's voice was a siren's call, luring Pansy into the depths of her own desires.
And it was working too, as Luna removed her grip on Pansy's arm, in favor of massaging her own breasts through her shirt. Pansy's eyes remained glued to Harry and Astoria, watching the scene unfold with a mix of anger and arousal. Her hand moved of its own accord, exploring the slick folds of Luna's pussy. The Ravenclaw girl's hips began to rock, silently urging her to go faster, harder, deeper.
Back across the room, Harry already had his cock out, and had Astoria's shirt unbuttoned, and her small, nearly completely flat breasts open to the cool air of the Slytherin common room. He took one rosy nipple into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue and sucking gently. Astoria's breath hitched, and she let out a soft moan that was music to Harry's ears. She smelled like vanilla and honeysuckle, a complete opposite to the dark, musky scent of the room. Her skin was pale and flawless, her body a canvas for the shadows that played across it from the flickering candlelight. Draco had gone from sneering to gaping, his mouth open in shock as he watched Harry's hand pleasure his girlfriend. Her legs parted for him without a fight, and he could feel the heat of her pussy around him He slipped his hand inside, feeling her wetness, her soft folds parting for him. He knew he had her now, and he wasn't going to let her go.
Astoria's hands had found Harry's cock, and she was stroking it with a gentle curiosity, her eyes never leaving his as she felt the velvet skin slide over his hardness. Her touch was light, almost tentative, but it was driving Harry wild. He reached down, taking her hand in his and guiding her movements, showing her just how he liked it. "That's it," he murmured, his voice thick with lust.
"Just like that." Both of her tiny hands wrapped around his length, stroking him fully as he kissed across her chest, nipping gently at her tiny budding nipples.
Her hand tightened around him, her strokes becoming more confident as she watched his face contort with pleasure. Harry could feel the tension building, the pressure rising in his balls. He knew he couldn't hold out much longer. "Let's take this to the next level," he murmured against her neck.
Astoria looked up at him, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement. He took her chin in his hand, turning her face to meet his gaze. "Have you ever sucked a cock before?" he asked, his voice low and gruff.
Her cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of pink. "N-no," she stuttered, her eyes dropping to his crotch.
"Perfect," Harry grinned, leaning back into the couch. He took her hand and pulled her closer, guiding her head down to his lap. "Let me teach you, then." He took his cock in his hand, stroking it gently as she leaned in, her breath hot against his skin. "Open your mouth," he instructed, his voice gentle but firm.
Astoria did as she was told, her eyes wide and curious. Harry leaned back, watching as she tentatively took him into her mouth, her soft pink lips wrapping around the head of his cock. He felt a jolt of pleasure as she began to suck, her movements tentative but earnest. He watched as she took more and more of him in, her eyes watering slightly as she adjusted to the unfamiliar sensation. "Good girl," he praised, his voice strained with the effort of not losing control.
As Astoria bobbed her head up and down, Harry's eyes flicked over to Luna and Pansy. Luna had discarded her clothes, her body a pale canvas of freckles and curves. Pansy's hand was buried in Luna's pussy, her fingers moving in and out in a slow, deliberate rhythm that had Luna's legs trembling. He could see the way Luna's eyes rolled back in pleasure, her mouth open in a silent scream as Pansy brought her closer and closer to the edge.
And then there was Daphne, standing in the shadows of the room, her hand moving under her own robe. Her eyes darted from Harry and Astoria to Luna and Pansy, a mix of arousal and embarrassment on her face. Harry hadn't noticed her at first, but now he couldn't look away. She was watching them with a hungry look, her cheeks flushed and her chest heaving with every breath. He knew she was playing with herself, and the sight of her was almost too much.
"Take it deeper," Harry instructed Astoria, his eyes still on Daphne. She complied, taking a deep breath and sliding her mouth down his shaft. He groaned as he felt the back of her throat, his hand tangling in her hair as he guided her movements. "Just like that," he whispered, his eyes never leaving Daphne's. "Show everyone what a good little slut you are. Show Draco exactly what he could have, but does not deserve.
Daphne's gaze met Harry's, and she flinched, as if caught doing something she shouldn't. But she didn't look away, instead her hand moved faster under her robe, her hips swaying slightly. Harry felt a thrill of power at the realization that she was turned on by watching him with Astoria. The thought of her secretly wanting him while pretending indifference was a heady one, and it only made his cock thicker and harder.
He leaned back into the couch, letting Astoria take control. Her eyes were focused on his, a mix of rebellion and pleasure. Harry knew she was doing this as much to spite Draco as she was for the thrill of the taboo. It didn't matter to him; all that mattered was the feeling of her mouth around him, the way she was making him feel.
The room was silent, save for the sounds of Astoria's slurping and Luna's moans. Harry's heart was pounding in his chest, his blood singing with excitement.
But amidst the sensory overload, a question nagged at him. Why was Daphne reacting like this? When they'd fucked in the Great Hall, she had been nothing but cold and indifferent, almost as if she were bored. Now, here she was, in the shadows, touching herself as she watched him with Astoria. It was a puzzling contradiction, but Harry didn't have time to ponder it as Astoria's mouth grew more adept at her task.
Her teeth scraped against his sensitive skin, and Harry winced. "Careful," he murmured, gently pulling her head back. "Use your tongue, not your teeth. Stroke the length of it," he instructed, his voice strained with pleasure. Astoria nodded, her eyes glazed over with desire as she took him back into her mouth, this time with more finesse. Her tongue danced around the head of his cock, swirling and teasing as she took him deeper. Harry groaned, his hand tightening in her hair. "That's it," he encouraged, his hips bucking slightly as she hit the spot that made him see stars.
Draco's eyes were glued to the scene, his face a mask of humiliation and anger. Harry leaned back, watching the blond boy's discomfort with a smug satisfaction. He reached down, grabbing Astoria's hair and forcing her to look up at him. "Look at her, Draco," Harry taunted, his voice thick with desire. "Look at how much your girlfriend wants me." Astoria's eyes shot to Draco's, a mix of defiance and a small moan of longing for Harry's cock once again. Draco's face turned a mottled red, his jaw clenching as he met Harry's gaze. "Look at how this pure blood princess pleasures my dick, because she knows you will never treat her like I do."
"Now," Harry instructed Astoria, "stand up and bend over the table." Astoria looked up at him with a mix of excitement and trepidation, but she obeyed, her robe pooling around her ankles as she bent over the polished mahogany surface. Harry pulled her skirt down, exposing her round, firm ass to him. The sight of her bare skin made him want to plunge into her even more. He leaned over her, whispering in her ear, "You're going to let everyone see how much you want it, aren't you?"
Her only response was a soft whimper as she nodded, her body trembling with anticipation. Harry spread her legs wide, enjoying the sight of her glistening pussy. He could see the tiny sliver of pink that marked her virginity, and his cock twitched with the need to claim her. He stepped back, taking a moment to appreciate the view, as Draco's gaze was glued to the sight, his face a mask of horror and embarrassment as he realized the size of Harry's cock. Harry smirked, feeling a surge of power at the sight of his rival's discomfort.
Without warning, Harry leaned down and kissed her there, his tongue parting her folds and tasting her sweetness. Astoria's body jerked at the unexpected intimacy, letting out a soft moan that echoed through the room. He kissed and licked her, savoring the taste of her arousal, her honeyed nectar coating his lips and chin. Draco watched, his eyes wide with shock and something akin to betrayal, as Harry's tongue flicked over her clit, making her squirm and buck. Her legs trembled, and her hands gripped the edge of the table tightly. Harry felt a surge of excitement knowing he was the first to touch her in such a way, the first to bring her to the brink of pleasure like this. He kissed and licked and sucked, his stubble tickling her sensitive skin. Astoria's breathing grew ragged, her hips moving in rhythm with his mouth. Harry felt her tense, her body poised on the edge of release. He pulled back, grinning at the whine she made in protest. "Not yet," he murmured against her skin.
Standing up, Harry positioned himself behind her, his cock standing tall and proud. He lined himself up with her entrance, watching Draco's eyes as he did so. The blond Slytherin looked away, unable to meet Harry's gaze. Harry's smirk grew wider, knowing he had won this round. He took a moment to appreciate the view, her bare ass in the air, the way her pussy quivered with anticipation. He took a deep breath and pushed into her, feeling the resistance of her hymen. Astoria let out a gasp, her body tightening around him. He paused, giving her a moment to adjust, watching Draco's face contort with a mix of anger and embarrassment.
With a quick thrust, Harry broke through, her juices easing his way. Astoria let out a cry of pain, her body trembling. Harry leaned over her, whispering, "It's okay, baby," his voice filled with a surprising tenderness. "You're mine now." He began to move, his strokes slow and deliberate, watching as Draco's hand clenched into a fist. He knew the other boy wanted to stop him, but would never act on it.
Her cry of surprise echoed through the room, blending with the moans of the others. Luna had managed to coax Pansy into a more open posture, her legs spread wide, giving the Ravenclaw full access to her fiery red pussy. Luna's eyes gleamed with excitement as she leaned in, her nose brushing against the damp fabric of Pansy's underwear. She inhaled deeply, savoring the musky scent of the Slytherin's arousal. Pansy squirmed under her touch, her breath hitching as Luna finally pulled the fabric aside, revealing her neatly trimmed pubic hair and the glistening pink of her sex.
"Look at her, Harry," Luna whispered, her eyes never leaving Pansy's cunt. "Isn't she beautiful?"
Harry's eyes snapped to them, his own arousal spiking at the sight. "Yes," he murmured, his hips moving a little faster, his cock sliding in and out of Astoria's tight sheath. "Very beautiful. What do you think of Astoria, Pansy? Doesn't she look like she loves being used by a proper wizard?"
Pansy's eyes flicked to Astoria, who was moaning and panting, her body moving back to meet Harry's thrusts. A flash of something unreadable crossed her face, but she didn't pull away from Luna's touch. Instead, she leaned back, giving Luna better access as to her. "She's... she's not so bad," Pansy managed to say through gritted teeth, her voice strained.
"Mmm, I can tell you're enjoying this," Luna said, her own voice thick with lust as she dipped her fingers into Pansy's wetness. "How does it feel, watching your crush pleasure another woman?"
Pansy's hand flew to Luna's wrist, squeezing tight. "I don't... I don't know what you're talking about," she gasped, but the lie was weak. Her eyes darted back to Harry and Astoria, the sight of them fucking making her stomach twist in a way that was both painful and deliciously thrilling.
Meanwhile, Harry's thrusts grew more forceful, his hand reaching around to squeeze Astoria's breast, his thumb playing with her nipple. She whimpered, her pussy contracting around him, and he knew she was close. He reached down, his thumb brushing her clit as he fucked her harder, watching as she threw her head back into his shoulder as she came with a scream.
Her orgasm set him off, and he followed shortly after, spilling his seed deep inside her. He pulled out, his cock glistening with her juices, and watched as she collapsed onto the coffee table, boneless and trembling. "See?" he said, turning to Draco with a smug grin. "You should really treat your girlfriend better, or I'll have to come down again and give her another round."
Draco's face was a picture of fury, but he remained seated, unable to do anything but watch as Harry wiped his cock across her ass, cleaning the remaining juices off of his meat while Astoria looked over her shoulder at him, her eyes filled with a mix of satisfaction and desire. She knew she had lost something in that moment, but she also knew that she had gained something she had never had before.
In the corner, Luna was busy bringing Pansy to climax, her mouth closing over the other girl's clit as she stroked her with her fingers. Pansy's back arched, and she let out a scream of pleasure that was music to Harry's ears. He watched as Luna licked her clean, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Pansy seemed to sigh and content, closing her eyes and relaxing backwards into the couch, before Luna grabbed a nearby blanket and wrapped her up with it.
"I think it's time we leave them to it," Luna said, standing up and tucking her wand back into her robes. "Daphne, can you be a dear and go take take Astoria back to her room, and give her a kiss for me? I want to have a moment with Harry."
Daphne blushed, her eyes darting to the floor as she realized her hand was still moving under her robe. She had been so lost in the scene unfolding before her that she hadn't noticed her own hand had slipped inside her pants, playing with the wetness Harry had stirred within her. She nodded quickly, eager to escape the room and the embarrassment of being caught. As she approached the table, her robe slipped slightly, revealing one of her pert breasts to the room. She quickly adjusted herself, but not before Harry caught a glimpse of her pebbled nipple.
"Don't forget to give her a kiss, Daphne. Be a good big sister."
Daphne's face burned with a mix of embarrassment and reluctance as she approached the table where Harry had just claimed her sister's virginity. She leaned over and picked up Astoria's limp body, cradling her in her arms. The smaller girl's eyes were closed, her cheeks flushed with pleasure and exhaustion. As she leaned in to place a chaste kiss on her sister's forehead, Astoria's eyes fluttered open, a drunken smile playing on her lips. Before Daphne could react, Astoria's mouth found hers, the kiss unexpected and demanding. For a moment, Daphne was frozen, her eyes wide with shock. The taste of Harry lingered on Astoria's lips, and she found herself kissing back, her own desire flaring up like a wildfire.
When they finally broke apart, Astoria's eyes were glazed with satisfaction. She murmured something illegible, her voice barely above a whisper. Without waiting for a response, she buried her face in Daphne's neck, her breathing evening out as she succumbed to sleep.
Draco had had enough. He shot to his feet, his chair scraping against the floor, and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Luna let out a small laugh, as Harry made his way over to her. "Do you feel better now Harry?"
"Much better," he said, his voice still thick with arousal. His cock was still hard, and Luna didn't waste any time. She reached out, her hand wrapping around his shaft and giving it a firm squeeze. Harry hissed in pleasure, his hips jerking forward involuntarily.
They walked towards the exit of the Slytherin dorm, the tension in the air palpable. The corridor outside was thankfully empty, and Luna's strokes grew bolder. She licked her lips, her eyes never leaving Harry's face as she worked his cock back to life. "That was quite fun. I'm surprised Daphne listened to me, I didn't expect her to."
"I'm more curious as to why Daphne got involved. When I fucked her last time, she was somewhat cold and hands off. I had to take control of the situation, and it was fairly awkward. I wonder what that could mean," Harry pondered as Luna shifted her attention to his balls. "Do they normally not listen to you?"
"Kind of. It's complicated. I normally can't order them around like servants, and if I ask them to do something, they don't necessarily agree every time. Sometimes they do, but it's random I guess. But let's not worry about that right now," Luna said, her voice breathy as she knelt down in front of Harry. The corridor was eerily quiet, the only sounds being the distant echoes of their footsteps and the soft sounds of Luna's mouth working on him. She took him in her mouth again, her tongue swirling around the head, tasting the salty tang of his precum and Astoria's juices. Harry's eyes rolled back in his head as he leaned against the cold stone wall for support, his hand tangling in her silky hair.
"Deeper," he groaned, pushing his hips forward. Luna took him to the back of her throat, her eyes watering slightly as she swallowed around him.
Her cheeks hollowed as she bobbed her head up and down, her hand wrapping around the base of his cock to squeeze and pump in time with her movements. Harry's eyes rolled back in his head, his moans echoing down the deserted hallway. "Fuck, Luna," he grunted, his grip tightening in her hair. "Take it all."
And she did. Luna deep-throated him, her throat muscles working around his length as she swallowed his cock again and again. Harry's thighs tensed, and he could feel the familiar tingle building in his balls. "I'm gonna come," he warned her, his voice strained.
Luna pulled away, a trail of saliva connecting her lips to Harry's swollen cock. She looked up at him with a mischievous glint in her eyes and opened her mouth wide. Harry didn't need any further prompting. With a roar, he came, his hot seed spurting out to cover her face. She closed her eyes, letting it splatter across her cheeks and nose, some of it landing in her open mouth. She swallowed greedily, a small trickle escaping the corner of her lips to slide down her chin.
When he was done, Harry helped her to her feet, his hand still shaking slightly. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice concerned. "Does anything feel... weird?"
"No," she said, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "Surprisingly, I feel fine. Maybe a little... sticky," she giggled. "But no glitches, no malfunctions. Just... really, really good."
"Good," Harry said, tucking himself back into his trousers. He leaned in and kissed the top of her head, his lips lingering in the soft hair for a moment. "If anything does start to feel weird, you come find me, okay?"
"I will," Luna promised, her eyes sparkling. "Thank you, Harry."
"Good night, Luna," he said, watching as she turned to leave. Just before she disappeared around the corner, she flipped the back of her skirt up, spreading her ass apart, revealing a shiny, purple butt plug nestled between her cheeks. Harry felt his cock twitch at the sight, as he chuckled to himself, knowing he'd have to explore that another time. "See you at breakfast," he called after her.
He started the trek back to Gryffindor Tower, his thoughts a tumultuous mess. The power dynamic of the evening weighed heavily on him. He had used them, manipulated them for his own ends, and as much as he tried to convince himself it was just a game, a part of him felt guilty. He was the hero of the wizarding world, not some villain who treated others as mere pawns in his sexual conquests. Yet, as he replayed the scenes in his mind, he couldn't help but feel a dark thrill. If none of this really was real, then it didn't matter. But it still couldn't escape his thoughts, the implications that he really was a monster. Deciding to just trust Luna, he turned the corner to the Fat Lady with a smile that did not quite reach his lips.