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Luna's World
Disclaimer : In this story, Hogwarts starts at the age of 15, meaning that all characters portrayed are over the age of 18 and consenting adults.
Harry’s favorite part of the summer had quickly become the couple weeks he got to spend at The Burrow before returning to Hogwarts. Despite the chaos, spending time with his adopted magical family made the rest of his miserable summers with the Dursley’s seem at least mostly worth it. And this year, after all the agony that had torn him apart at the Department of Mysteries, his visit to the Weasleys’ home seemed even more crucial than ever. As he drug his trunk up the walk to the front door, he could feel his heart warming as he listened to the cacophony of noises pouring out of the windows of the jaunty building.
Just as Harry approached the door, it burst open, and a gaggle of auburn-haired bodies crowded his view. Ron, Fred, and George bombarded him with backslaps and shoulder punches, all talking at once. Harry was fairly sure he caught the words “Good to see ya, mate!” and possibly a “How’s the summer been, Harry?” but he couldn’t be sure. He was surprised to see that he was significantly closer in height to Ron than he had been at the start of the summer, making him realize that he quite possibly had experienced a growth spurt.
“I’m good. Good now that I am here,” Harry chuckled, unable to keep the grin from his face.
“Well come on in then,” Ron said as George and Fred grabbed his trunk and started heading inside. “Mum’s gonna have dinner ready in a few, so we can get you settled in my room. The girls are inside somewhere and m’sure Hermione wants to say hello.”
Harry followed the Weasley boys inside, feeling his heart rate spike at the thought of seeing the girls. Each year that he got older, he found it increasingly difficult to resist the lingering thoughts about his best friend that crept into his head. He was sure that she saw him strictly in a platonic way, but it was impossible not to notice the way her body had filled out to add tantalizing curves under her conservative sweaters and jeans. And his relationship with Ginny had reached a new level of tension after the Department of Ministries. He was not particularly attuned to the workings of the female mind, but even he was starting to suspect that Ginny held more feelings for him that just her childhood hero worship. And now that she was a woman, and not a child, it was impossible to ignore how beautiful she had become.
As Harry stepped into the Weasley dining room, he was pulled rapidly out of his thoughts by the human shaped missiles that were the aforementioned women. Hermione hit him first, right in the chest, wrapping her arms tightly around him and burying her face in his neck. Ginny latched herself onto his arm and laid her head on the shoulder that Hermione wasn’t occupying.
“Harry, we missed you!” Ginny said happily, and Harry’s smile grew even larger. He did his absolute best to ignore the tantalizing curves that were pressed into his body from two sides. After a minute, the girls stepped back and looked at him.
“Harry, you have gotten so… broad,” Hermione said softly while giving him a once over, and Harry could have sworn that he saw her cheeks tinge pink when she realized what she had said. Thankfully, he was spared from formulating an answer to that observation when a soft and dreamy voice caught his attention from behind Hermione.
“Hello Harry Potter. It is good to see you again,” Luna called to him with a smile. She stood a few feet back from the other girls, smiling dreamily. She was wearing a short skirt that appeared to be patterned with summer fruit, and a pink tank top that was either too small, or she too had developed significantly more than Harry had anticipated, as it seemed to be an insufficient amount of material to cover her creamy white cleavage. Once again, Harry had to consciously reign in his libido and force himself to make eye contact.
“It’s good to see you too, Luna,” Harry responded. “Why don’t I go get my stuff set up in Ron’s room and I will meet you all back here for dinner?”
Harry sat at the table, surrounded by his surrogate family, and what could only be described as a small mountain of food. Mrs. Weasley always put on quite the show, especially on the first night when everyone was back together. The many smells were mouthwatering. Harry heaped his plate with chicken and vegetables and cheesy rolls. Before he could even start eating, he looked over at Ron and saw that he was already several cheek-bulging mouthfuls deep into his dinner. Harry couldn’t help but laugh, and when he turned to Hermione, who was sitting next to him, he could see her also trying to contain a smile of amusement.
“Ronald, where are your manners?” Mrs. Weasley called from across the table. Ron barely managed to look contrite.
“So, Harry,” Ginny got his attention from his other side, “Are you excited for Quidditch this year? Excited to take over as captain?”
“Yes. And no.”
“Really? Why not?” Ron mumbled around a mouthful.
“Because I like playing Quidditch. But I haven’t got a clue how to run a Quidditch team, and I am not sure that I really want to.” Harry shrugged.
“I’m sure you will be brilliant at it, Harry.” Hermione piped in. “You are always too hard on yourself.” Harry just shrugged again at that.
“Plus,” Ginny added, “I’ll be there to keep everyone in line if they mess up.” She gave him a dramatic wink. Ron snorted, either at her words or her wink, Harry wasn’t sure. Either way, when Molly turned away, Ginny beaned Ron in the face with a cheesy roll.
“We will get you warmed up for the season with a practice game after dinner!” one of the twins chimed in, but the mischievous smile on the other twin’s face made Hary suspicious that there was some sort of prank afoot.
The rest of dinner passed with warm conversation and laughter as everyone caught up with the three guests after months apart. Although only Harry and Hermione had been absent for that long, Harry learned. Luna lived not too far from The Burrow and was apparently a rather regular visitor during the summer when her father would set off on adventures in search of mythical or magical creatures. She, apparently, had essentially taken over Charlie’s old room with how frequently she was over and how infrequently Charlie was home. Harry could see that her relationship with Ginny had certainly strengthened, as the two seemed to communicate nearly as well silently as he and Hermione could. A useful talent in the chaos of the Weasley household.
Harry dove towards the trees to snag the quaffle, snagging it a few feet above the canopy and banking hard to avoid a sideswipe from one of the twins. Ron’s ability to pass the quaffle was quite terrible. Harry mused that it might actually have been a boon that he had chosen to focus on keeper, because he certainly wasn’t going to make the Gryffindor team as a Chaser. Not when he kept trying to chuck the ball directly into the landscape, at least. Harry was, to be fair, not a particularly adept hand at the Chaser position either. Not compared to his natural skills as a Seeker, anyways. But he liked to think that he could at least hold his own somewhat, and the current Quidditch-Esque game that they were playing had no seekers. It would be tough to call it Quidditch at all if it weren’t for the brooms and quaffle, but with their limited number of players available, they had to be creative.
“Oy! Harry!” Ginny called from across the field, and Harry launched his broom in her direction. He knew one of the twins was behind him but was confident his broom would outpace theirs. He could see the other twin between Ginny and the “goal” tree, which would mean that the person who had chased down Ron and forced his errant pass was Bill. The game they were playing was a modified 3 versus 3 keep away game with a central, branchless tree in the middle of the empty field serving as the “goal” of sorts. The tree had been hit by lightning years ago and now was just a central trunk, branchless and about 15 feet tall. The intent of the game was to keep the quaffle away from the other team until you could hit the tree with it. It wasn’t elegant, but it was entertaining in a chaotic fashion.
As Harry raced from the edge of the field towards Ginny, he saw a human shaped blur headed his way. The intercept course that it was on indicated that it was Bill and not Ron. Harry dove down, leveling out when his toes were almost scraping the grass, continuing to streak towards his female teammate. Bill, being less than proficient on a broom now that he had an adult career, was forced to level off a couple feet above Harry and rapidly correct his angle, allowing Harry a few spare seconds to get within passing range of Ginny. Harry tossed the quaffle up to the lone Weasley daughter, watched her easily sidestep an overly aggressive divebomb from one of the twins, and shoot towards the goal tree.
With Harry playing a position that he was not particularly comfortable with, and Ron being abysmal outside the goal, Ginny was the saving grace of their team. Harry was shockingly surprised at how graceful and smooth her movements were on the broom. She was not an overly thin woman, but she was athletic. She had an eye-catching amount of curves on her short frame, but her body was tight and toned. And as it turns out, she had better control of her broom than any of the males in her family. Harry shot up to flank her, making sure that none of her brothers would be able to knock her off course. An optimal decision, it turns out, because just as Ginny approached the goal tree, A red-headed missile crashed in Harry, sending them both tumbling. He finished rolling across the grass just in time to look up and watch Ginny peg the tree with the quaffle, earning them the required 7th point. Fred, George, and Bill had only managed to tack up 4 goals, thanks mostly to Ginny’s flying and Harry’s speed.
The twin who had collided with Harry, who it turned out was George, flopped back on the ground dramatically, making Harry laugh.
“I blame the old man!” He bemoaned. “You have gotten rusty in your old age, Billy boy.”
“And a bit pudgy too!” Fred chipped in as he coasted to the ground. Even from his seat on the field, Harry could see Bill’s affronted look as he slowly circled down.
“If I wasn’t stuck with two teammates whose only skill is playing with their beater bats, maybe I wouldn’t have had to do all the work!” he shot back making everyone break out into laughter.
“Was that a euphemism?” Hermione questioned. She and Luna had been watching the game from a blanket on the field and had walked over to the exhausted players as Ginny sped in for the final goal.
“No comment!” Fred and George chimed in simultaneously, spurring another round of loud laughter from the group. The remaining airborne players settled on the ground, and Luna handed out water bottles from a bag she had been carrying, clearly being more prepared for the game’s conclusion than any of the actual players. The friends sat in the grass and heckled one another while they drank their water and watched the sun dip below the treetops on the Western edge of the field. Not for the first time that night, Harry marveled at how at home he felt in a place that wasn’t truly his home to claim. He made eye contact with Hermione, and their wordless conversation conveyed that she too was exceedingly content with their adopted family. He smiled at her and returned to cajoling the Weasley boys.
Harry stood beneath the steaming water of the only shower outside the Weasleys’ master bedroom, letting the pressure scrub the sweat from his body. He felt the aches and muscle twinges of a hard-won game slowly easing and let the comfort of his home-away-from-home seep into his soul. He was so disconnected from reality as he daydreamed that he didn’t even hear the creak of the door open or the soft padding of small feet making their way towards the shower tub. He didn’t realize that anything was amiss until the shower curtain next to him suddenly skittered open.
Harry’s eyes slammed open, and his hands desperately sought to cover his essentials as his brain struggled to register the pale skin and head of platinum hair that stepped into the shower with him. Harry froze as his brain reeled, trying desperately to process what was happening. It took him several moments in the confusion to identify the dreamy smile and large, deep eyes that had joined him in his steamy retreat.
“L-Luna?!,” he sputtered. “What are you doing in here?”
“I’m taking a shower, silly” she retorted as if it was the most logical thing in the world.
“Yes, I see that,” he choked. “But I was already showering, and I usually do that by myself, Luna”
“Well, that seems silly,” she breathed in her breathy and whimsical way. “We both need to shower, and this tub is certainly big enough for the both of us. It seems a waste to run it all twice.” With that, she stepped under the hot water and began to rinse herself off. And Harry couldn’t help but follow the trails of the water as they cascaded over her body. Luna’s long and platinum hair dampened rapidly to a dark silver and began to cling to her body. Her innocently beautiful face, with its delicate features and large eyes, turned upwards in closed-eye contentment. The water streamed over her slender shoulders to breasts that were shockingly full and round. Harry had not consciously evaluated Luna’s body before that day, but had he done so, he would have expected much smaller breasts on such a small woman. The full, round tits that his eyes were glued to seemed unusually large for such a lithe woman, only accentuated by how tiny the pence-sized pale nipples that capped them appeared.
“Er…. Yeah, I suppose,” Harry managed to choke out as his eyes continued to devour his company’s delectably feminine form. Harry watched the water stream from Luna’s hard nipples, down her tight, pale stomach. Then he followed it down further and felt his arousal surge rapidly. Luna’s petite thighs framed a tiny, bare pussy with tiny, soft pink lips. Harry was fairly confident that if she even partly crossed her long, thin legs, that you wouldn’t even be able to tell that there was an opening. But standing with her legs barely spread, her tight lips just barely parted to show a hint of her pink inner flesh. Harry felt his blood rush south and his cock rapidly hardened. It was at this exact moment that Luna opened her eyes and glanced down.
Harry’s eyes flitted back to Luna’s face, and he watched her eyes widen as she stared at his erect member. He stayed perfectly still as he waited for her reaction. After a moment that was probably brief, but felt like ages, he swore he saw her tongue flick over her lips.
“You have a magnificently masculine penis, Harry,” Luna exhaled in her ethereal voice. “And it seems to be quite engorged at the moment.”
“Er… thanks, L-Luna” Harry stuttered, throwing his hands in front of himself in a failed attempt at modestly. “I’m sorry about that…. I think.”
“You have nothing to be sorry about,” she breathed. “From what I have heard, it is perfectly natural to become aroused in the presence of a female that you find sexually attractive. Do you find me sexually attractive, Harry?”
“Um… ye-yes. I supposed that I do,” Harry quickly replied, his mind spinning and his heart racing. When he had left the Dursleys’ this morning, this was not at all what he had pictured in his excitement to get to The Burrow. Not that he was complaining, but his head was having a tough time keeping up with the rapid progression of events that had led from a relaxing shower to… whatever was happening now. And his ability to comprehend the current events was not going to increase, as Luna took a step forward, placing her hands on his chest as her large, dreamy, sky-blue eyes looked up into his.
“Well, Harry, that is quite fantastic.” Luna said with a smile, “Because I find you quite sexually attractive too, you know.” Harry’s breath caught in his throat as he stared into her earnest eyes and tried desperately to process what was happening. He felt her soft breasts press against his chest, her nipples hard against his skin. His breath caught again when he felt his hard shaft rubbing against her wet slit, caught between her legs due to her closeness. Harry briefly considered whether he should extricate himself, removing the question of how this interaction would affect his growing friendship with the odd, yet endearing woman. Those thoughts ended rapidly when he looked closer in Luna’s eyes and saw their normally dreamy haze replaced with crystal clarity, and rapidly darkening what he was very confident was desire. In that moment, Harry realized two things. Luna wanted him. And he wanted her.
Harry leaned down and pressed his lips against Luna’s, bringing one hand up to cradle the back of her head, and letting the other hand grab her pert, but shockingly round bum and pull her tightly into him. He moaned softly as he felt his hard cock slide tightly along Luna’s wet pussy lips and he heard Luna squeak in excitement as she accepted his kiss. Harry was not the most experienced kisser and had often worried that his technique would be unappealing when he eventually had the opportunity to truly snog someone, but as it turned out, he had nothing to fear. The kiss that they shared felt completely natural, as the passion spurred them on. Their lips moved against each other for several moments before they came up for air, only for Luna to press herself even tighter against him to recapture his mouth. At some point she spread her lips and their tongues began to dance and tangle, exploring each other’s mouths.
Harry had no idea how long the kissing lasted, lost in the sensations, until he began to notice other sensations flooding his body. First, he felt Luna’s deliciously soft breasts begin to rub on his chest. Nearly immediately after, he began to feel slippery heat sliding forward and backward along the top of his cock. He pulled back slightly from the kiss and realized that Luna was gently humping her slick pussy forward and backward along his member, seeking pleasurable friction. He looked at her face and saw that her eyes were half closed and unfocused and her face was flushed red. He let his instinct take over, his desire seeking to provide his shower partner with what she clearly needed.
Harry took a step back from Luna, extricating his extremely hard cock from between her legs, to which she gave a whine of disappointment. But she was not disappointed for long. Harry spun Luna around so that her back was to his front, and pulled her back tight against himself, sliding his rod back between her legs once more. He reached one hand around her tight stomach to hold her close, and the other hand slid down her smooth mound and found her sopping wet slit. Harry leaned down and began to kiss Luna’s neck and ear while he ran his fingers up and down her, collecting her nearly dripping wetness. With her mouth no longer occupied by his, Luna began to gasp and gently moan as he stroked her. Her moans were quiet and breathy and perfectly ethereal.
“How does that feel, Luna?” Harry whispered into her ear.
“Oh, Harry Potter…. It feels… quite wonderful,” she breathed between inhales. “Please, Harry…. Please… don’t stop.”
Harry had no intension of stopping any time soon. He resumed kissing Luna’s neck, giving her little nibbles and sucks here and there, starting to pepper her pale skin with small red marks. Luna reached one of her hands up and grabbed her own breast, massaging it, while the other hand reached back and squeezed tightly on Harry’s thigh. Harry mirrored her and brought the hand that wasn’t busy between her legs up to gently squeeze one of her small nipples, which immediately drew a loud gasp from her. Harry started stroking the hand on her pussy faster and realized that each time he reached the top of her wet slit, she would buck her hips slightly and gasp, so he began to rub circles around the little nub that he found there and was immediately rewarded. Luna’s moans and gasped increased dramatically and her hip motions got more desperate, jerking her wet lips erratically along Harry’s hard shaft.
“Haaaaarry!” Luna mewled in a voice that Harry had never heard her use, but that made his cock throb with need beneath her. “Don’t. Stop. Please. Don’t. Stop.” she begged desperately, the hand on his thigh squeezing so tight that it nearly hurt. Harry kept stroking his little circles and squeezing Luna’s nipple as he leaned into her ear. He had no idea where the words that came out of his mouth came from, other than the distinct feeling that he got that they were what Luna needed to hear.
“Are you going to be a good girl and cum for me?” he whispered to her. And Luna broke.
Her moans and gasps went silent. Her mouth froze in a silent scream. Hey eyelids snapped open, but her beautifully blue eyes were clouded and saw nothing. Every muscle in her body seemed to flex and tighten against him and for a moment it seemed as if the entire world had stopped moving through time. Then with a musical moan, Luna shuddered and melted back against him, moisture dripping down her legs and over Harry’s fingers and she once again began gasping for breath.
“Wait. Please.” she breathed, “One. Minute.”
So, Harry stopped his hand movements, bringing both hands around her middle and pulling her tightly against him and holding her there, resting his head on her shoulder and letting her collect herself. His cock was angry and throbbing between her legs, but he ignored it and focuses on enjoying the soft, wet woman pressed against him, while he let Luna piece herself back together. Harry was just beginning to wonder what he was supposed to do next, when Luna turned her head and looked at him over her shoulder with a fire in her eyes that made him blink.
“I need more.” She demanded. And then she was moving. She took one step forward, once again freeing Harry’s cock from between her legs. Before he could question her, she reached back and grabbed his rock-hard rod, bent forward at the waist, lined up his cockhead up with her soft pink petals, and shoved her hips back. Harry felt his aching prick suddenly enveloped in hot, wet, heavenly pressure and he couldn’t suppress the long moan that burst from his throat. His moan was matched by another musical moan from Luna who pressed her bum tight against Harry’s thighs and held herself there, completely sheathing his cock inside her. Harry had heard that sex felt wonderful, but nothing had prepared him for the magic of being buried deep in Luna’s tiny pussy. It was glorious. He brought his hands down to her hips and gently squeezed her while he waited for her to move again.
“So big. So full.” Luna said in barely more than a whisper. Harry didn’t move, but the compliment and Luna’s erotic whisper made his cock pulse, which elicited another soft gasp from the pale woman.
A few slow breaths later, Luna started rocking back against him, and Harry took that as his indication to move. He began stoking in and out of Luna with long, slow thrusts. Harry was fascinated to watch Luna’s pink inner pussy lips cling to his shaft as he pulled back, and he was even more enthralled by the breathy moans she let out each time he pushed back deep inside her. But most of all, he marveled at how exquisite Luna felt wrapped around him. Her twat was so tight that Harry was shocked that he could move and the heat drove his mind straight into the clouds. With how she was bent over, Harry also got to appreciate a shockingly round little bubble butt for such a petite woman. He grabbed firmly onto the tight bum, clenched his teeth in a valiant effort to hold back his own pleasure, and focused on increasing the speed of his thrusts.
“Merlin, Luna,” he ground out between gritted teeth, “You feel bloody fantastic.”
“You feel… mmmm… so good…. Uhhh… inside me, Harry Potter” she breathed out between rapidly crescendoing moans. “I don’t… ever want… this feeling to… STOOOOOOP.” As she tried to finish her last sentence, the last word morphed into a high, musical moan as her body once again tensed. Her muscles tightened, and this time Harry had the chance to experience how tightly her already tiny pussy squeezed down in orgasm. He stilled himself inside her as every part of her clenched and her legs began to shake, rubbing her back soothingly as she rode out a wave of pleasure significantly longer and more intense than the first. When he felt liquid squeeze from her tight tunnel onto his cock and her muscles release, he grabbed her around the waist before her legs gave out, still rock hard inside her. Luna groaned in satisfied pleasure, snuggling back into Harry’s embrace. Harry held her tightly and gently kissed her neck, feeling her breathing start to settle and her racing heartbeat begin to slow.
“Harry, I very much enjoy having your hard penis inside me,” Luna said with a content smile, “and I would very much enjoy continuing to be held like this. It is quite comforting. But I have had two lovely orgasms today and you, Harry Potter, have had none.”
“Not that I am trying to convince you otherwise, Luna, but I am not sure that your legs are going to support you for any more… fun,” Harry chuckled.
“You silly boy,” Luna replied, turning to look at him with a bright smile and a look that told him she thought he was missing something obvious. “The nargles must be interfering with your thoughts again.”
With that, Luna stepped away from Harry towards the edge of the tub. Harry couldn’t help a sharp intake of breath as his still-erect cock slipped out of Luna’s warmth. Luna grabbed her wand and with a few swishes and muttered incantations, Harry was standing knee deep in pleasantly warm, bubbly water. Luna turned back to him and stepped close, kissing him gently on the lips and pushing down on his shoulders. Harry took the hint and sank down in the warm water until he was seated, leaning against the side. Luna straddled his legs and sank down to her knees, her pert bum resting in his lap and his cock pressed between their stomachs. She sat up slightly, once again grabbing him and lining him up against her soaking wet cunt and sank back down until her tight pussy lips reached the base of his shaft.
“Discovering how wonderful your penis feels inside me may be the most exciting revelation of this summer,” Luna said, her eyes locked on his and sparkling.
“I can’t say that I was expecting this, Luna, but I agree. This has been wonderful all around.”
With that, Luna began to rock on him. Her movements weren’t large, just sliding the last inch or so of his cock out of her and reseating herself with him buried completely within her. But Harry instantly felt his end approaching. Looking into Luna’s innocent face and watching the pleasurably expressions she made as he stretched her was erotic on a level Harry had never known. Combining that with the view of her stunning breasts shaking with each movement, and the feeling of her tight twat squeezing every inch of his cock, and Harry felt a heat growing rapidly in his balls. Luna continued to rock, softly gasping every time she refilled herself with him, and planting gentle kisses on his lips and cheeks before she rocked back up. Both Harry and Luna’s breathing increased rapidly, hitching frequently, but it was Luna’s moan that finally broke Harry.
“Merrrrrrlin” Luna cooed in that musical voice of hers after a few minutes of riding Harry, her sky-blue eyes wide and bright with pleasure. Harry couldn’t hold himself back anymore. He crashed his lips into hers and his hips thrust upwards, burying his cock as deep as it would go inside Luna’s gorgeous cunt as he exploded. His first blast of cum felt like rocket and it was followed by more subsequent volleys than he could ever remember releasing. He growled deeply while he filled Luna’s womb with his cum and she pulled him tight against her breasts and massaged her fingers through his wet hair.
“Yessssss,” she whispered into his ear. “It is so warm inside me, Harry.”
“Fuuuuck, Luna,” Harry groaned. “So good. So sexy. You feel amazing.”
Harry continued to hold Luna tight against him as his orgasm receded, and she continued to gently stroke his hair. When his breathing returned to normal, he pulled back and looked up at her beaming face.
“I don’t know that I have ever felt his good in my life,” he said honestly, and Luna giggled.
“Me neither.”
“I think we should probably get out of the bathroom soon,” Harry said, suddenly remembering where he was and how many other people shared this bathroom.
“We haven’t finished washing yet, silly” Luna said, looking at him like he was mental. She grabbed a sponge and lathered it with soap and began to massage it over Harry’s shoulders and chest. It was a remarkably intimate moment with the girl who, before today, he had only seen as a friend, albeit a close one. The intimacy was made even more unique by the fact that he remained semi-erect inside her while she cleaned him. He started to consider the oddity of the situation and then decided it was much more appropriate to just lean back and enjoy the moment. Luna’s hands felt heavenly sliding over his skin and the view was hard to beat, Luna’s full breasts swaying gently as she moved and her tiny nipples pebbles and inviting. When she reached around to wash his back, Harry leaned down and took a nipple in his mouth, licking and sucking it gently. He felt himself reharden inside Luna and she mewled softly.
“That feels quite lovely, Harry, but you were right that we should finish in the bathroom. Don’t worry. We will have more play time soon. The stars are very specific about that.”
“We will?” Harry queried.
“Of course, Harry Potter,” Luna replied while grabbing his neck and forcing him to look deep into her brilliant eyes. “I know that most people think that I am very odd. But you have always been so kind to me. You are the only person besides Ginny who has called me their friend. So, I have decided that you are my person now. If that is okay with you, of course.”
“I’m not sure that I know what that means, Luna” Harry replied uncertainly.
“Oh Harry, of course you know. Being someone’s person means being their special friend. Spending time together. Sharing secrets. Caring for each other deeply. And of course, spending some time together naked to help each other orgasm.”
“Well then yes, Luna, I would be happy to be your person.” Harry said with a chuckle.
Luna’s face split with a huge smile and she leaned down and kissed Harry deeply before finishing her wash of his back. When she was done, she handed him the sponge and Harry began to wash Luna. He certainly spent more time than was necessary washing her enticing tits, but Luna clearly didn’t mind as she dreamily closed her eyes and gently moaned through the entire process. Harry had to consciously refrain from thrusting his hips, as every movement of the lithe girl in his lap emphasized the slick, hot pussy that was still wrapped tightly around his hard cock. Luna, however, seemed very content to just enjoy the feeling of him inside her without the physical act of fucking, so Harry just played along. He finished washing her, returning the sponge to the edge of the tub when he finished.
Luna leaned in again and they shared another long kiss. This one was not passionate and fiery, but slow and sensual and full of care. Harry’s tongue gently explored Luna’s mouth while her hands grazed up and down his back. When they broke their kiss, Harry put a soft kiss on her forehead, because it just seemed like something that Luna would adore, and the sparkle in her eyes told him that he was right.
Luna stood then, groaning gently as Harry slid out of her. While Harry waited for her to exit the tub, he couldn’t help but admire her beautifully bald cunt, which was now at face level and tantalizingly close to his face. He soaked in the view of her slightly puffy outer lips, now noticeably more reddened than they had started and engorged enough to spread them and give him and teasing view of her bright pink inner clips and adorable little clit. He noticed that along with the water dripping down her body, her pussy was leaking a trail of his cum down her inner thighs. His cock stirred once more and he internally lamented having to return to Ron’s room, which he was sharing, without being able to relieve himself again after being so thoroughly re-aroused by his new “person.”
Once Luna was out of the tub, Harry stood. She wrapped a towel around herself, handed him one, gave him a peck on the cheek, and left the bathroom so quickly that Harry briefly wondered if it had all been a dream.
One room away from the shared bathroom, Ginny Weasley lay atop her blankets, sweaty and awash with emotions. She listened to Hermione’s steady breathing from the bed on the floor, confirming that the older girl was still fast asleep. Which meant that Ginny was the only one who had just overheard the erotic events that had just transpired between her best friend and her long-time crush. Ginny didn’t know what to think and she couldn’t seem to sort her thoughts out. She was fairly sure that the burning in her chest was primarily due to being very, very jealous of what she had just heard. But she was confident that the soaked knickers between her thighs were a blatant indicator that she was also very, very turned on. She felt like she was spinning as she replayed the event over and over in her head, hearing the sounds of their coupling on repeat. She didn’t know if she had a right to be jealous. She didn’t know if she had ever had a chance at Harry. She had often thought that Hermione would take that opportunity from her, and she didn’t know how to react to the fact that Luna had claimed a position she had always wanted. She didn’t know how to process any of it. But the one thing that she did know eventually overruled all the things that she didn’t. Ginny closed her eyes and her hand slid underneath the waistband of her knickers and into the sopping folds underneath.
TBC.