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The Raven's Amortentia	By : LupinLives Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 13000 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I do not own any aspects of the Harry Potter Universe, nor do I intend to make money from this story. Warning: Plentiful Sexual Content

Chapter List
- 1-Search
- 2-Study
- 3-Seize
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Luna Lovegood pushed her way through the crowd of dress robes that cluttered Slughorn’s party. The silver dress clinging to her body felt uncomfortable, unnatural; really unnecessary. What she would give to tear it off; at least she had grown accustomed to the uniform she found herself stumbling into every morning. It didn’t help that Slughorn’s room was steadily climbing to boiling temperatures. Luna glanced above her. Nargles loved the heat.

“Oh dear,” Luna sighed, noticing at a cluster of chattering students nearby. Slughorn stood at the middle of the pack, a glass of dark wine in his stubby hand. His face was bathed in a rosy glow, and his eyes glistened. He stumbled forward as he let out a hearty laugh.

“Terribly sorry,” Slughorn chuckled, regaining his footing with the help of an amused seventh year.

“He really is going to embarrass himself,” Luna muttered under her breath. She would much prefer to turn around, and make her way away from the drunken potions master, but, unfortunately, Luna hadn’t accepted Harry’s invitation on a whim. She had a plan, and she couldn’t abandon it now.

“A Hippogriff and a Centaur walk into a bar,” Slughorn was saying.

Luna continued to weave through the crowd, scanning the crowded space for the door to Slughorn’s back room. Out of the corner of her eye, Luna caught a glimpse of Ginny and Harry, wrapped in a deep conversation. She flushed, and began to push forward more violently.

“I don’t want to be the Centaur of attention,” Slughorn roared. The group of students around him burst into applause. With a belch the large man toppled backwards.

The crowd rushed in towards the fallen professor. As they did, Luna saw the door she was searching for. She dashed towards it, ignoring Slughorn’s assurances that he was all right and his slurred request for more wine. As she grabbed the door handle, Luna found it was locked.

“Alohamora,” Luna hissed. The lock clicked open and Luna swung through the doorway. She pulled the door shut behind her as she turned around.

The room was not large, but the ceiling stretched far above her. Shelves upon shelves of potions were stacked on the dark stone walls. There was a single table in the center of the space on top of which two Hufflepuff’s passionately engulfed each other’s mouths. Focused at the task at hand, neither seemed to have heard Luna entering the room.

The boy’s shirt lay on the ground at Luna’s feet, and the girl’s was not far away. Luna could not stop the warmth from spreading beneath her waist as she stared at the couple. The girl was the first to see her.

“Merlin’s bloody –” she started, pushing away from the half clothed boy in front of her as she saw Luna, “Loony, what the hell is wrong with…”

“You should really should look for a bit more privacy,” Luna said.

The boy’s face was scarlet, his eyes wide with surprise and shame. He jumped back into motion though as the girl threw his shirt violently into his chest. He pulled it on and pushed himself off the table, following his partner back into the jumble of the party outside. Luna shook her head as the door slammed behind him.

The silence of the small space was pleasant after the rowdiness of the celebration outside, but the heat was unbearable. Luna wiped the gathering beads of sweat off her forehead. The faster she found what she was looking for, the better. Luna raised her wand, pointing at the shelf in front of her.

“Accio Amortentia,” she said.

The pink vial dislodged itself from one of the higher shelves and began to float down to her. It moved slowly, as if it knew about the sweat pouring down Luna’s back.

Luna jumped as the door to the room swung open. The potion clattered to the ground. Luna cried out in dismay and dived to the ground, but the vial was not cracked. Before she could pick up the potion though a different hand had taken hold of it.

“Stealing from Slughorn are we?” Draco Malfoy said.

Luna looked up at Malfoy, towering above her. He wore his usual smirk, but beneath it she could sense a touch of nervous fear. After a moment, Luna realized why.

“You weren’t invited to Slughorn’s party, Draco,” Luna said.

“You don’t know anything about that,” Malfoy barked.

Luna nodded as she looked the blonde boy up and down. Sweat dripped down his neck, and his emerald shirt was stained with the salty liquid. The hand that held Luna’s potion was shaking slightly, and, perhaps out of nervousness, a bulge had grown beneath the bottoms of the blonde boy’s outfit. At the sight of it, Luna felt the slightest moistness begin to creep over her own covered quarters.

“Sorry, Malfoy,” Luna said, “I’m sure I’m just mistaken. There have been nargles about this –”

“Nargles?” Malfoy said, “What in Merlin’s names are…never mind.”

“Malfoy, I really do need that potion,” said Luna. She slid forward, still on her knees, so that she was only a foot or two away from Malfoy.

“So sorry, Lovegood,” Malfoy said, “You and Potter won’t have your stolen potions this time.”

“Harry has nothing to do with it,” Luna lied.

“Very believable,” Malfoy scoffed.

Luna slid forward again, and the shaking in Draco’s wand hand began to spread up his arm. She had a chance to turn back, but didn’t see a reason to. She needed the pink vial in Malfoy’s trembling hand. She needed not to cause a scene. It wasn’t as if she’d never done it before.

“It’s quite hot in here, isn’t it?” Luna said.

“I…yes…I…” Malfoy stammered.

“Much too hot for all this dress up, don’t you think?”

“What are you…I’m not giving you your little –”

“Shh,” Luna said, “Maybe I can change your mind.”

Luna placed her hand on Malfoy’s leg, and pulled him towards her. He pulled away immediately, but stumbled into the table. He turned to face her, a dazed look on his face.

“Calm down now,” Luna chuckled.

Slowly, she placed her hands on his legs again. This time she pushed him backwards so that he found himself sitting on the table behind him. For added effect, Luna slowly brushed her hair out of her face, and smiled mischievously. She watched Malfoy tighten his grip on the potion.

“I don’t…I don’t want,” Malfoy began.

“Shh,” Luna answered, kissing the swelling in the fabric in front of her, “Yes, you do.”

Luna unbuttoned Malfoy’s trousers, letting them fall as his body revealed itself to her. A shallow sea of blonde hair surrounded Malfoy’s pale protrusion. Nervously, Luna took the warm shaft in her hand. Draco twitched immediately, his callous expression melting away. Luna gripped Malfoy tighter and began a steady rhythm with her hand.

Luna tried to breathe. In a few minutes, she would have the potion. It would be over. Nobody would know. She wouldn’t tell anyone. Malfoy certainly wouldn’t mention it. It was just one more small secret for Hogwarts to hide away.

A drop of clear liquid formed at the tip of Malfoy’s hard flesh. Luna watched as it ran down Malfoy’s skin, settling on her beating hand. No sooner had the first drop fallen, another drop of fluid formed. Luna let her hand be still for a moment as she bent down, and licked the liquid off of Malfoy’s manhood.

Luna tried not to think about what she was doing. She looked away from Malfoy, focusing her gaze on the pink vial in his hand. She could smell the potion through the glass. The thick scent of rain mixed with the odor of freshly printed press. For a moment, Luna thought she caught of whiff of Harry’s robes.

The blonde Syltherin inhaled sharply as Luna’s tongue touched his skin. Luna could not help smiling. Malfoy could strut the halls of Hogwarts all he wanted. In the end though, he was as powerless as anyone else. Still grinning, Luna wrapped her lips around the stiffness in front of her.

Malfoy moaned as Luna began to tease him, tantalizing the tip of his most sensitive skin. Sliding her tongue over and around his flesh. He reached his free hand down, holding her long blonde hair as she held tight to the base of his firmness. Luna began to dive deeper, letting Malfoy further into her, feeling him touch the back of her tongue, graze the front of her throat.

It was pathetic, the way he wobbled his pale hips. Luna resisted the urge to laugh. The boy had no idea what he was doing. It seemed the Slytherin’s dungeons hadn’t fed Malfoy the same knowledge Luna had been granted in the shadowed corners of the Ravenclaw common room. The raven’s search for knowledge had left her more prepared than the serpent’s petty hunt for power.

But Luna was losing control. Draco was holding her hair tighter, pulling her towards him, sinking himself deeper into her. Luna fought the urge to gag as she felt the Slytherin boy push into the very back of her mouth. He held her there, pushing and pulling her head as he groaned louder.

Luna could barely breathe. She rolled her eyes upwards to look at Malfoy, but he did not stare back. The blonde boy had thrown his head upward to stare at the ceiling. He dropped the vial on the table beside him as he grabbed her with a second hand. Luna tried to pull away, but Malfoy held on, forcing her head violently back and forth as he drove himself into her throat. With a final groan, he yanked her forward; bittersweet liquid filled her mouth.

Luna hated this part. No matter how many nights she spent in the boy’s dormitories, no matter how many fifth years passed through her, she never grew accustomed to the sudden burst of human liquor. Luna coughed as the liquid filled her mouth, and watched as the creamy fluid spattered out from her lips onto Slughorn’s floor. Malfoy fell backwards, gasping for air as the last traces of ecstasy trickled out of his body.

Wiping her mouth with the back of her sleeve Luna moved towards the table in front of her. She ignored Malfoy’s heavy breaths as she picked out a vial of pinkish fluid. Pocketing it, she turned to leave.

“Wait,” Malfoy spluttered.

Luna turned to look back at the boy. He sat, slowly softening as he rose to his feet. He stared at her, a dazed expression plaster on his usually sneering face. He moved forward sidestepping the mess of spit and semen on the ground.

Luna pulled out her wand.

“We should really get going now,” Luna said, cocking her head to the side.

“I didn’t mean to –”

“No, no. I think we should go, Malfoy,” Luna said, gripping her wand tighter.

She turned, straightening her silver dress as she slipped through the door. She could hear Malfoy behind her, pulling back on his dress robes. He was muttering something to himself, a quiet murmur that Luna could not make out. But Malfoy’s words were drowned out as Slughorn’s Party engulfed Luna once again.

The pink vial felt cool in Luna’s hand.

Next time, it wouldn’t be Draco.
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