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Harry and Luna were the last students to leave the Room of Requirements after the latest DA session. Luna enjoyed the meetings. Harry was a great teacher and it almost felt like having friends.
"Do you have everything?" asked the boy.
He looked down at her bare feet and she shuffled around nervously. She tried to hide her embarrassment.
"What happened to your shoes, Luna?" asked Harry with concern in his voice.
"The Nargles stole them again... They are quite the pest. My butterbeer cork necklace is not helping like it used to." Luna admitted her Nargle problem with a sad voice.
Harry stopped walking and seemed to think for a moment, before he ended up smiling. Maybe he had an idea?
"I know how to keep the Nargles away, it's a Potter family secret."
Luna could not believe her ears. That would be a major breakthrough.
"Really?!" asked the girl.
Luna bent forward and her face was only a few inches away from Harry's. Her huge silver eyes were almost bugging out. Harry smiled at her and nodded.
"Yes, I can show you, but you can't tell anyone," Harry whispered conspiratorially.
"Please, please! Tell me!" she begged.
Harry grabbed her hand and pulled her along. The girl allowed herself to get pulled like a child. His hand felt big and strong.
"Let's go into this broom closet. That way nobody can overhear the secret," explained Harry with one of his crooked grins.
"Of course, that's smart!" Luna was impressed.
Harry shoved her inside, in front of him and closed the door behind them. It was pretty dark, the only light came through the gaps around the door. The smaller girl was shoved against him due to the lack of space. Her eyes were at the height of his collarbone. She blushed a little, but Luna Lovegood was known for her composure.
"Can you tell me the secret now?" asked the girl with an excited tone.
"Sure, but you have to close your eyes."
"To keep the Snooping Porlocks away?"
"Exactly. Now close those big eyes of yours."
The girl complied and smiled excitedly. She was bouncing a little on the tips of her toes.
"There is a secret tuber. A magic plant from the Potter mansion. You have to lick it and suck on it. If you do it just right it gives you the magic potion."
"A magic potion?"
"Yes a magic potion that keeps the Nargles away. But make sure you keep your eyes closed. It's shy."
"A shy tuber, that's cute!" she swooned. She wished she could see it, but rules were rules.
"Yes it's a cute magic plant. Now get down on your knees, it's hard to pull out of my robes like this."
He gently pushed the girl down onto her knees.
"I'm taking it out now. Remember, keep your eyes closed. And you can't touch it with your hands. Just your mouth."
"I'm so excited!"
"So am I..." Harry admitted under his breath.
The girl felt something warm and swollen slap softly against her cheek.
"Oh, it's so warm! And softer than I thought. Smells a bit musky." She rubbed her cheek against it and gave it a little kiss. It twitched like it was excited.
"Oh yes! Just like that... Now lick it." Harry advised with his teacher voice. Luna liked that voice a lot.
The girl carefully licked the tip of the tuber with her tongue like an ice cream cone. She took a little nibble.
"Ah, no teeth! You'll hurt it!"
"Oh sorry!" she squeaked. She hoped he would not take it away.
She got back to licking. Her mouth closed over the big hot velvety nob on its end and sucked a little. The tuber was so big and swollen, only the nob fit in her mouth.
"Ohh... yes. Like that."
"I shink I tashte shomeshing. It's a bit shalty!" she said with a full mouth.
"Yes, that's it, keep going. Oh... oh... yes... Luna... yes..."
The tuber seemed to grow even thicker and longer and it began pulsing. Luna thought that probably was a good sign. She doubled her efforts.
"A bit faster and use more spit, yes. You are doing good... so good... oh Luna... oh yes! Ah!!"
Suddenly a thick liquid shot out of the tuber and into her mouth. The tuber pulsed like crazy.
"Mhhh!" made Luna in surprise.
Luna almost opened her eyes, but she remembered the rules in time.
"Yes, you did good, now swallow."
She swallowed heavily and made a face. Potions never tasted good.
Harry's robes rustled and he pulled her back up onto her feet.
"You did so well Luna. You can open your eyes now."
When she opened her eyes she could see Harry's face was flushed and he was breathing a bit heavily.
He pulled out a white handkerchief and cleaned the corner of her mouth with a smile. His green eyes were twinkling. She liked his eyes.
"I have to tell daddy about this Nargle cure!" she chattered excitedly.
"Oh no, you can't. It's a Potter family secret. It has to stay between us!"
Luna looked downtrodden. On the other hand she had gained secret knowledge! It felt exciting to share a secret with someone... someone like a friend.
"Oh okay."
Harry smiled at her and her heart fluttered a little.
He opened the door and they stepped outside.
"Let me know if it helps with the Nargles," he said. "It has to be re-applied regularly."
"I kind of liked it actually, your tuber is cute."
Harry laughed and walked off.
Later that day she found a pair of sneakers she had lost to the Nargles. Maybe it did work!
For some reason upper year students Terry Boot, Michael Corner and Lisa Turpin showed up in the Ravenclaw common room with huge red furuncles all over their faces. She recommended them iced Plimpies in order to keep the Heliopaths away. They seemed more receptive than usual to her recommendations.
Luna was sitting on a boulder and was staring intently into the Forbidden Forest. The boulder was located in the center of a clearing in the forest, a bit off the trodden paths. This way she would not be bothered by other students. Or so she thought.
She was so concentrated that she only noticed the presence of another person when he sat down next to her. His shoulders brushed against her. She blushed a little when she recognized who it was.
"Harry Potter," she said.
"Hi Luna. Please just call me 'Harry'. We are friends after all."
She was shocked. Her eyes went wide.
"We are friends?"
Harry laughed.
"Of course we are."
Luna felt a swarm of Blibbering Humdingers in her stomach. She was at a loss for words and just beamed at the boy. She brushed some of her pale blond hair behind her ear so she could look at him better. Her Dirigible Plum shaped glas earring dangled on her ear.
"Mh... I think I'd like having a friend." Luna said.
Harry bumped her a little with his shoulder.
"What are you doing out here? Looking for something?"
"Yes. I am trying to observe a Crumple-Horned Snorkacks. But they are invisible, noiseless and intangible."
Harry's eyebrows shot up.
"Oh, you are looking for Snorkacks, why didn't you tell me earlier? I could have helped easily."
Luna's jaw dropped and she began to chatter excitedly.
"You know how to find a Crumple-Horned Snorkack?! My daddy has tried for years! He claims to have found one of their horns, but... I am skeptical."
"It's good to be skeptical," said Harry with his crooked smile. "There is a trick to detecting them."
She leaned closer and lowered her voice.
"Is this another Potter secret?"
Harry smiled conspiratorially. "Yes, it is top secret. But we are friends after all."
The mention of being Harry's friend almost made her forget what they were talking about, so excited she became.
"Will you truly tell me how to see them?" she asked with a dreamy expression.
"Yes, I trust you. I have read about it in a secret family tome. The trick is you need to have a helper. Someone has to touch the skin below your belly button with their lips and whisper: 'Snorkack Snorkack'. That way the Snorkack will mistake you for one of its own and show itself."
Luna was skeptical about that claim and gave Harry an incredulous look, but then she remembered the Nargles and how much he had helped her with those. Harry had a proven track record.
"That sounds a bit embarrassing..." she complained.
"It's not weird. We are friends after all. Friends kiss each other on the cheek and stuff all the time. Nothing to be embarrass about. And if it was easy to spot a Snorkack then everyone would do it."
Luna never really had a friend before, besides Ginny Weasley maybe. She and Ginny had hugged, bathed and slept together in one bed when they were little. So what Harry said sounded plausible enough. Sadly Ginny had broken off their friendship before they went to Hogwarts. Luna missed her still.
"Do you want me to try?" asked Harry. "If there is a Snorkack here, then I am sure we can spot it together. It might take a while though."
Luna was torn between embarrassment and the burning desire to prove her father's theory right. She would make history!
"Alright, but don't tell anyone," she made him promise while smiling mischievously as well.
"It will stay just between you and me!" Harry said while doing a mock salute. He climbed down the side of the boulder so he was a bit below her and facing her stomach. "Now pull up your blouse."
Luna slowly pulled up her grey blouse and pulled the white shirt out from under the waistband of her tartan skirt. She pushed the waistband down a little so the pale skin below her belly button would be visible.
She was glad she had washed her belly button recently. It would be embarrassing to have lint in there, she thought.
Harry leaned forward and studied her belly with a smile. Luna became a bit red around the ears. Then he leaned forward and put one index finger of each hand under the waistband of her skirt, in order to push it down a little bit further.
She noticed with embarrassment that a few of her curled pale blond pubic hairs peeked out from under the waistband. Harry did not seem to notice so she did not say anything either.
Softly he placed his lips above her waistband and she could feel his hot breath brush against her skin. A warm feeling spread in her entire groin region and she involuntarily rubbed her thighs together. Then he whispered "Snorkack, Snorkack..."
She desperately pulled her eyes away from his thick black mop of hair and studied the forest.
"Do you see anything?" he asked in a whisper, without moving his mouth from her stomach.
"N-no..." sputtered Luna.
"Hm, we will have to keep trying for a while," he said with a smile while looking up at her, his cheek was resting against her stomach.
"O-okay," she said.
"Snorkack, Snorkack," he whispered.
Had the waistband slipped a bit lower than before? His chin brushed accidentally against her pubic hair. She rubbed her thighs a bit more strongly together. He leaned against her calves and her naked toes brushed into his warm robes.
Where was the magical beast? Was it working? Was no Crumple-Horned Snorkack in the forest at this point in time? That must have been right. They should keep going, like Harry said.
"I am looking for the right spot, the book just said below the belly button..." informed Harry with his whispered voice, muffled by her skin.
"Mhh-mhh." She made a vague sound of agreement. She tried hard to concentrate on the forest.
The waistband slipped lower, together with her panties.
His next kiss was firmly inside of her pubic hair.
"Snorkack, Snorkack."
She shuddered hard. Her panties rubbed wet against her thighs. She hoped Harry would not notice. They were friends, just friends...
"Ohhh... mh... I don't see any yet." She said in order to fill the quiet.
"Let me try this..." he said and with the last word, his soft lower lip brushed over the hood of her clit.
"Ohh... Oh... Harry..." she grabbed his thick black hair with both hands. The forest was forgotten.
"Snorkack. Snorkack..." he whispered with an amused tone and then both his lips were on her clit. He kissed. He licked. And then he sucked.
"Ohhh...." she moaned. He kept circling it with his tongue. "Mhhh... Harry...?"
Harry made a sound like he was enjoying himself. Her eyes fluttered shut while he was sucking on her. Her feet trembled inside of his robes. She kicked softly against his stomach. Stop! Don't stop!
She pushed herself against him. His tongue felt like magic. She was drenched.
"Harry! Oh Harry!... yes.. Harry!"
Her legs opened as wide as the waistband would allow. Anything to give him better access.
He licked up from the bottom of her slit, all the way up to her clit.
She convulsed hard. Her legs spasmed. She threw herself back and moaned loudly. She pushed his face into her wetness. She twitched and moaned.
Her thighs closed around his head. Was she dying? What was happening? She moaned and moaned.
Then finally with a last strong convulsion she came into a valley of calmness. It felt like she was floating in heaven. Her hands let go of Harry's thick black hair and she slumped onto her back, breathing heavily. Her arms were slung across her chest, hugging herself tightly.
Harry pushed her waistband back up to its original location and softly pulled down her blouse to cover her stomach. Then he climbed back up the boulder. Once he was there he laid down next to her. She involuntarily grabbed his waist and hugged him closely. Her head rested on his stomach while she was breathing heavily. What on Earth had just happened to her?
He brushed his left hand through her long blond hair, petting her scalp softly. With his right he cleaned his mouth with his handkerchief.
"Did you see any Snorkacks?" he asked with an amused voice.
"No," she admitted.
"Hm... Maybe next time," he pondered.
Luna tied her warm woolen Ravenclaw scarf tightly around her neck and buttoned up her winter cloak. On her blonde head she placed a blue bobble cap. She decided to leave her Dirigible Plum earrings at home, so they did not get tangled up with her hat.
After several weeks of Harry's treatments, she had gotten herself completely free of her Nargle infestation. None of her things disappeared anymore and she finally enjoyed a Scottish winter in warm and cozy outfits. She kept up the treatments just in case. To be honest she had started to enjoy the taste of the potion.
It was too bad that it had gotten too cold to go hunting for Crumple-Horned Snorkacks with Harry anymore. It had quickly become one of her favorite activities in the world. They had done it a few times in an abandoned classroom instead, but it was just not the same. She was pretty sure there were no Crumple Horned Snorkacks in school.
Luckily Harry had offered her an alternative activity.
Luna's steps bounced while she skipped towards the edge of the castle grounds.
She found him near the Whomping Willow, studying the sky. He too wore a long thick winter cloak, as well as a red Gryffindor scarf and hat. She became giddy and excited seeing him again. She quickly closed the distance and grabbed his hands, rubbing their hands together for warmth.
"Hello Harry. Are you looking for Blibbering Humdingers?" she asked.
Harry looked into her eyes and smiled. Something melted in her chest and her legs became weak. She leaned against him for support.
He hugged her to his chest, unbuttoned her winter cloak and slid his hand under her blouse, around her bare midriff.
"Brrr... your hands are cold!" she complained.
"I've been out here for a while. No, today we will try and find Dumbledore's hidden army of Phoenixes."
Her eyes went wide and her mouth made an O-shape. She leaned back a little so she could look up into his emerald green eyes.
"A hidden army of phoenixes? Is this a scoop?"
"If I am right, then you will be the first to report on it."
She giddily bumped up and down on her toes and placed her hands on his shoulders.
"Tell me more! Tell me more!"
"You see, Dumbledore has been breeding phoenixes in secret for decades now, in order to counter the ministry Heliopaths." He narrated his idea with complete seriousness.
"Ohh! That makes perfect sense! Fight fire with fire! Why did I not think of that?"
"I am trying to find his hiding spot. He probably made them invisible. Dumbledore is a master of the disillusionment charm after all. His charm is as convincing as my invisibility cloak."
"How are we going to detect them?" she asked excitedly. This was going to be an adventure.
Harry removed his hands from her midriff and unbuttoned his own cloak. She was missing his touch already.
From an inside pocket of his cloak he pulled out some kind of yellow muggle sweet. It was inside of a transparent plastic wrapper.
"Behold, our secret weapon!" Harry narrated dramatically. Luna smiled.
"A bonbon?" she asked.
"I pilfered this from the Headmaster himself. He eats them constantly, it must be how he can see the phoenixes."
"Oh, That's smart! You should have been in Ravenclaw with me." She smiled dreamily about that idea.
He tore open the wrapper and popped the lemon drop into his mouth. She could hear little click-clack sounds when he moved it around his mouth and it clacked against this teeth. The wrapper he put back into his cloak.
"Do you have one for me? I want to see them too!" she complained.
Harry looked sad.
"Sorry, I could only steal one while I was in his office. But here, let's share..."
He pulled the lemon drop out of his mouth with two fingers and held it in front of her. She eyed the candy with wide eyes.
"But, that's like... like a kiss? Friends don't kiss on the mouth!"
"Don't be silly, friends often share a drink. How is this different?"
She could not find a counter-argument and took the bonbon with two fingers of her own. She slowly popped it into her mouth. Her fingers were sticky, she licked them to get rid of the stickiness.
An intense lemon flavor spread throughout her mouth. It was sour and sweet. She sucked on the bonbon and thought of Harry. Sadly no army of phoenixes popped into existence around them.
"Now, let's walk." Harry said.
He grabbed one of her hands and led her towards the Whomping Willow. He held out his other hand expectantly and she handed back the lemon drop. He popped it into his mouth without a second thought.
They came to a stop just outside of the strike range of the animated tree. One of its branches snapped like a whip at the ground just a few feet from them.
"There is a secret passage underneath the tree," Harry explained. "Here let me show you."
He pulled out his wand, aimed carefully and shot a stinging hex at a small knot near its base. The tree instantly went limp.
Harry jogged towards the base of the tree and pulled Luna along with him. They ducked down into a small cave opening, hidden between the roots of the tree. They entered its safety just in time. Outside of the cave they could hear the tree whomping the ground again.
"How exciting!" she huffed. "Can I have the bonbon back?"
Harry smiled at her and moved his fingers to his lips, but he stopped his movement just before opening his mouth.
"This method takes too long and my hands get sticky. Let's just do it this way..."
He bent over and pulled her chin up with his hand.
Before she knew what was happening his mouth was on hers. Her heart beat like a storm, when she realized what was happening. His soft lips moved against hers. In her shock she had not closed her eyes, or her lips before the kiss.
When her consciousness returned to Planet Earth she noticed the lemon drop had wandered into her mouth. She blushed furiously. Her hands slapped over her mouth.
"Harry!" she complained from behind her hands.
The boy in question smirked unapologetically and licked his lips.
She slowly lowered her hands and glared at him.
"Friends don't do this! You only do this with someone you like!" she complained.
"You can like your friends..." he shrugged. "Did it feel so bad?"
"No..." she admitted.
"I did kiss your... other lips before, while we were hunting Snorkacks," he argued.
She grew as red as a tomato.
"Tha- that was for research!"
"This is also for research, we are hunting phoenixes, remember? Now give it back, you've had it for long enough now."
She went up on her tiptoes and slowly moved her face towards his mouth. He closed his eyes and waited expectantly.
Softly she pressed her lips to his. He leaned slightly into it. She put her hands on his cheeks and closed her eyes.
Why did he not open his mouth? How could she swap the lemon drop?
She nibbled his lower lip and licked between his lips. Open already!
When she grew annoyed, she grabbed the back of his head, wound her fingers into his thick black hair and kissed him harder. Finally he opened his mouth and her tongue found his. Her heart began to beat like an angry drum when their tongues danced with each other. It was all accompanied by a strong lemon flavor.
Finally she remembered to swap the lemon drop and pulled away from him.
Absentmindedly she wiped away some spit from her chin and licked it up with her tongue. It tasted like lemon. She let her fingers rest on her lips while she stared into nothingness.
After what felt like an eternity she regained her bearings and smiled at him shyly. He smirked back and grabbed her hand.
"Come, we got distracted. This path leads to the Shrieking Shack." Harry explained their destination.
He pulled her along into the tunnel and lit his wand with a softly murmured "Lumos."
"The Shreaking Shack in Hogsmeade? That's a good hiding spot," she pondered.
"Exactly."
The ceiling of the pathway was low so they took off their hats. After a few minutes of walking they reached a trapdoor. Harry pushed it open nonchalantly. He climbed out first and then offered her his hand so he could pull her up into the room. She grabbed it eagerly and was amazed how easily he pulled up her weight with no visible effort.
She leaned against him while she took in the room.
They appeared to be in a dusty dilapidated living room. The windows were nailed shut and only small beams of light found their way inside through the gaps between wooden boards.
So far there were no signs of phoenixes.
"What do we do? The bonbon is almost gone!" Luna warned.
Their lips found each other again and their tongues played together with the small remainder of the candy until it had disolved completely.
She moaned into his mouth and rubbed herself against his side.
Harry pulled away and seemed to ponder the problem.
"There are other ways to detect a phoenix if you are close enough. They spread an ethereal kind of warmth like a patronus."
Luna licked her index finger and held it in the air as if to detect a draft of wind.
Harry smiled at her, but shook his head.
"Not sensitive enough."
He stepped behind her and pulled her winter cloak off her shoulders and let it fall to the ground. His hands once again found their way underneath her clothes and caressed her firm stomach. This time they were warm. She wondered if he would let them wander downwards like they often did during their Hornkack expeditions. Her thighs already rubbed together expectantly. But to her surprise they instead wandered upwards.
He left a tiny kiss on her long neck and she moaned a little.
Her blouse was pushed up over her head and dropped to the ground together with her butterbeer cork necklace. Somehow all resistance had left her body. He slowly unbuttoned her shirt and his fingers briefly touched the naked skin between her small breasts. Another moan escaped her mouth. Her butt pressed against Harry's groin and she could feel something thick and hard underneath his robes. Did he bring the tuber? Somehow it felt good to rub against it with her butt.
Harry grunted and held her hips so she would stop rubbing. "Later..." he whispered into her ears and she shuddered.
Her shirt joined her blouse and coat on the wooden floor boards.
His fingers caressed her stomach and the skin above her ribs from behind. She could feel her nipples harden underneath her bra, only in parts thanks to the chilly air in the hut. Goosebumps covered all of her exposed skin. He kept pressing soft kisses on her neck. She moaned more loudly.
His fingers teased the skin underneath her small breasts before sneaking underneath her bra. She squirmed in his arms.
He pushed the bra up so it would rest above her breasts. His breath went heavy before he caressed her breasts underneath his hands. The small mounds fit easily into his two hands. Her erect pink nipples rolled between his fingers. She felt a convulsion in her nether region, her panties once again were drenched completely. She could feel herself drooling down her legs.
"The nipples..." he whispered. "Are the most sensitive"
"Wha- what?" she moaned.
Oh right, the phoenixes! She had completely forgotten about the phoenixes.
Fuck the Phoenixes! she thought.
"Don't stop!" she whispered urgently.
He turned her around and he went down on a knee.
Kisses peppered her navel and worked their way up.
Her own hands moved downwards, underneath her skirt. She needed to touch herself.
"No, don't!" commanded Harry and pulled her hands back up.
She froze and made a small annoyed sound of complaint, but there was no resisting that commanding voice of his. It was Professor Harry! Her hands found their way in his hair instead while her thighs rubbed against each other.
Finally his lips returned to their kisses and then they were over her left nipple. She could feel the heat from his breath and shuddered. Softly he took the nipple in his mouth and he sucked on it briefly before circling it with his tongue.
Luna moaned with an unladylike dark voice. He quickly moved on to her other nipple and repeated the process. She moaned again when he hinted a nibble with his teeth and sucked more strongly.
With his saliva on her nipples she could feel the chill even stronger than before.
"Do you feel something?" he asked.
"I- I feel- I feel something."
Her legs buckled underneath her. Harry carefully caught her and chuckled.
"Oh my... I think we need to take a break."
"No!" she complained and her hands pulled on his hair.
To her shock he picked her up in a bridal carry.
"Let us check the bedroom upstairs."
"Yes!" she laughed happily.
Quickly he carried her up the creaky stairs while she pressed kisses of her own onto his neck. She sucked hard and saw that she left a hicky. His steps quickened. A door flew open with a gust of his wandless magic powered by his need.
They crashed onto an old canopy bed. Somehow the bedding was fresh. Luna did not question it in the moment.
She tore off his robes while he unhooked her bra. She wiggled out of her shoes and kicked them off into some corner.
Her hands needily explored his naked chest and the toned muscles of the Quidditch athlete. He groaned softly as her kisses mirrored his own earlier ones, just faster and needier.
With the desperate movements of a drowning woman she untied his belt, pushed him backwards onto his butt and tore off his tight jeans and threw them away into another corner.
His boxer shorts were pitched like a tent. She pushed him backwards and rolled on top of him. She kissed him deeply while her hand snuck underneath the band of his boxer shorts.
As her hands explored, she froze. That shape!
She made a noise like a fury.
"Harry Potter! It's the tuber!"
The pleasure on his face was replaced with shock. Then he cringed and pulled up his shoulders in an apologetic gesture.
Her hands went up to her mouth and she touched her lips while her eyes went wide. The potion! That was no potion! She gulped heavily. For weeks now she had drunk his...
Her core clenched around nothing and she convulsed hard. She collapsed on top of him and she groaned angrily as she came in quick angry pulses. Her groin rubbed desperately against his tuber... cock.
When she got back control over herself she punched his chest and scratched him with her finger nails again and again, leaving behind deep red marks on his chest while she made angry noises.
"I'm sorry, Luna." He pleaded and caressed her red cheek.
She slapped away his hand and angrily pulled off his boxer shorts, so she could look at the offending tuber. It was poking proudly into the sky and a little dribble of pre-cum was visible on top of the pink tip. Her mouth watered in well-trained reflex.
"You asshole, Harry Potter!" she yelled at him and then began sucking it more angrily than she had ever done before. She grabbed his balls with her left hand and held them tightly.
"Ahh... ah careful Luna... ow... ohh."
She moved around on the bed and re-positioned herself on top of him, putting her pussy and butt right on top of his face while she was sucking his member. She pulled up her long skirts so her wet white panties were hovering over his face. Carefully she lowered it on top of his face.
He eagerly accepted it without turning away or struggling.
"Oh what a mess," he whimpered into her. His cock twitched and grew even bigger when he began licking up her juices.
She wiggled on his face. He deserved the punishment. His head disappeared under her skirts when she let go of the hem. She used the free hand to wrap it around his shaft while she was licking around his tip and teasing him with her teeth. A little threat for his transgressions.
More and more rhythmically she pushed down on his face while he was licking her snatch through her wet panties. She let go of his shaft and used the free hand to push her panties to the side. They both groaned when her uncovered snatch was exposed to his tongue.
"Oh... oh... oh Luna, I love you!"
A shudder went down her spine and butterflies danced in her stomach. She grabbed his cock harder, kissed his tip and massaged his balls.
His cock began pulsing hard and he pushed himself up into her mouth. She made a surprised noise, but greedily sucked up his juices as string after string of white hot cum shot straight into her mouth. It was the largest load she had ever taken.
She kept sucking and massaged his balls for a moment longer while he made noises of complaint about the overstimulation. She kept licking and sucking up the last droplets. She enjoyed how he wiggled and moaned underneath her.
Then she let go of him, put her hands on his hips and concentrated on rubbing her pussy against his face. She played around with the cum in her mouth, savoring the taste now that she knew what it was. She pushed a stray dribble on her chin back inside of her mouth before she swallowed it all.
The thought of that made her even more horny and she sped up her movements. Harry complained about needing air, which she ignored. She moaned like a mad woman and rubbed her breasts in memory of earlier. She pinched her nipples and came hard.
She convulsed over and over again. Harry sucked on her clit so hard she screamed in bliss and agony. She grabbed his legs and held on for dear life. She pushed down onto his face and he had to grab her butt in order to regain some air. Juices squirted onto his face.
With one last twitch of her channel she collapsed on top of him.
Her face was resting on his muscular thigh, right next to his cock. She gave the deflated tuber a little kiss. As if in reaction to the kiss, the member slowly regrew to its former size. She watched the reaction with fascinated wide eyes. Harry was still gasping for air.
Meanwhile her butt rested on his chest and her pussy was stuck wetly to his solar plexus.
He pushed her skirts out of his face so he could better regain some air. Both of them breathed heavily and they both giggled occasionally. The air was heavy with both of their scents.
She gave his cock another little kiss, as if in encouragement. It smelled like a mix of her lemony spit and his cum.
"Good little tuber," she giggled. It twitched in reaction.
"Luna..." Harry sighed. He used her skirt to clean the juices of his face and rubbed her small round butt with both of his hands. Her drenched white panties were stuck between her butt cheeks like a thong. He pushed up her skirt onto her back and placed a kiss on one of her exposed pale butt cheeks. She giggled in response and in turn rubbed her face against his swollen cock like a beloved pet.
"Harry?"
"Yes, Luna?"
"You haven't shagged me with this yet." She placed another little kiss.
Harry froze and then grunted like an animal.
She made a little noise of surprise when he grabbed her roughly on her hips and threw her onto her back.
Her snatch grew hot when he tore off her soiled skirts and threw them to the side. He tore her wet panties off her butt and pussy and threw them behind his back. There was a wet splat sound when it collided against a wall.
She began to drool again down there when he looked at her completely naked form with a hungry expression. She grabbed her legs and spread them wide in invitation with them pointing in the air like a V shape. Her silver eyes were wide and she had a manic grin on her face.
"I think there are Nargles in here, Professor Potter, you have to help me!" she cried in fake distress. Her opened pink folds clenched while he looked at them.
He leaned over and pushed her legs up to her head. She was glad she was so flexible. She grabbed them by her calves and gave him a perfect view on her hairy pussy and asshole.
He slapped his painfully enlarged dick on top of her pussy and then rubbed the tip along her slit.
"Stop teasing, Harry!" she complained. "Put it in!" There was a hint of desperation in her voice.
"Do you know a contraceptive spell?" he asked.
"It's a safe day! I can see it with my Sight! Don't worry, Harry!" she begged. "Just put it in!"
He groaned and pushed the tip into her exposed entrance.
"Oh..." she made.
"Oh yes..." he groaned.
He tried to push into her but he could only get the tip in. "So tight," he moaned.
He had to slowly ease into her. He had pull out and push in again slowly, each time he got a little further inside of her. Whenever he pulled out of her hot wet folds, he could feel her pulling him back inside.
She moaned "More, more! Give me more, Harry!"
The feeling of getting filled made her feel so hot. It was like electricity shot up into her core every time he plunged deeper inside of her. She had to remember to relax and let it happen.
When he finally pushed all the way inside of her and his dick was fully sheathed she moaned so loud the entire village must have heard. She clenched him so hard with her pussy he had trouble pulling back out for another plunge.
He almost came right then and there, but he could just barely hold on when she relaxed again.
He slowly sped up. Pushing faster and faster into the mating press. He placed one of his hands above her pussy, curled into her wet blond hair. He squeezed her clit between thumb and index finger.
She groaned like a whore and made animalistic noises.
"Ohh... Fuck me.... Oh.... Harry.... you're so big Harry... More... More... Fuck me like a ministry whore... You're my daddy now... Oh...."
Again and again he plunged into her tight snatch.
The bed creaked and hammered against the wall.
"Knock me up Harry... Make me your wife... Oh..."
The things she moaned made him push even harder into her. Her pussy made wet sloppy sounds while he fucked her. His balls slapped against her butthole.
"Fuck me Harry! Fuck me Harry!"
Quickly she came close again, moaning in rhythm with his plunges and then finally they were reaching climax together.
He tried to pull out in the last moment, but she let go of her legs and crossed her feet behind his back, pulling him deeper into her.
She grabbed him behind his neck and pulled him down on her.
"Inside Harry, come inside!" she demanded with manic silver eyes.
He groaned loudly and pushed as deeply into her as he could. She pressed wetly against his pelvis with all her might in return.
While she climaxed around his cock with gripping convulsions, he shot thick loads of cum deep inside of her.
"Yes! Yes! Fill me up, Harry!" she moaned into his neck.
With one last plunge into her they both collapsed and hugged each other. They both breathed heavily and did not want to move.
Eventually he slipped out of her and spooned her from behind. His dick rested comfortably between her butt cheeks and his hand was cupping one of her breasts. She used his other arm as a pillow for her head.
He pulled a blanket over them both and they enjoyed each other's warmth. Like that they fell asleep and only woke up late in the next morning.
"Did you hear about the Shrieking Shack?"
"Yeah, sounds like a really vicious ghost moved in recently. It woke up the entire village."