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Harry Potter's Most Excellent Year	By : ODB Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 76205 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 1

AN

Greetings, my fellow lovers of all that is filthy, I present to you a new story. I decided to take a break from GW: PS and let Harry have a bit of fun for a change.

This story is set in a lovely world where Voldemort was defeated by the original Order of the Phoenix so Harry can grow up untroubled by evil Dark Lords, where rainbows light up the sky, unicorns frolic without concern and Brexit never happened. His loving parents have even gifted him a beautiful sister.

You can guess where that little factoid is going to lead, right?

I must warn all my readers that what follows is total, unapologetic smut. It covers his (and his best friend Neville Longbottom’s) attempts to get into the knickers of as many witches as he can. If you are easily shocked or offended then, please, turn away now. For those of you made of stern stuff, all I can say is, let’s boogie!

Harry Potter was ten-years-old when his life was changed markedly.

Before that day, he’d been a normal kid, living with his dad, mother and younger sister in a rather nice house in a little place called Godric’s Hollow. He very much liked Quidditch, treacle tart and hanging out with his best mate, Neville Longbottom. Indeed, the most unusual thing about Harry was that his parents were sort of war heroes and had helped defeat the evil Lord Voldemort and his Knights of Walpurgis when he’d been just a baby. Not that it really mattered to him – they were just mum and dad.

Harry’s life changed, amazingly enough, due to the discovery of a small air vent in a cupboard in the upstairs landing of their home. He’d always been a curious boy, so he quickly realised that this discovery could lead to him finding out something that he’d been wondering about for a long time.

Just what did his parents get up to when they sent him and his sister, Jasmine, to bed early?

It was a question that had vexed him for the longest time. Oh, he was old enough to know it was something physical and probably quite naughty, but what exactly did they do? As they always locked the door to their bedroom and used Silencing Charms, he had no way of knowing… until he discovered the vent at the back of the cupboard which looked right into the bedroom.

Have made the decision that he was going to spy on his parents, it proved to be a frustratingly long period of time before the Potter’s announced that Harry and Jasmine looked tired and needed an early night. Both children protested, of course, but it did them no good. Soon, Harry was in his pyjamas, tucked up in his bed, waiting for his parents to retreat into their own bedroom. Even then, he waited, not wanting to be caught out if they emerged for some reason.

Eventually, Harry crept out of his room and headed towards the cupboard which was only used to store a few odds and ends. He’d just gotten down onto his knees and was about to look through the vent when he heard a voice.

“Harry, what are you doing?”

He spun around to see his sister standing a few feet away with a suspicious look on her face. Harry knew from experience that trying to fob her off with some excuse just wasn’t going to work. Jasmine not only looked like her mother, but she also had the same stubborn streak as her, too. Instead, he just waved her over.

“Don’t you ever wonder just what Mum and Dad get up to when we're sent to bed early like this?” he asked her.

“They just kiss and stuff, don’t they?”

“Nah, I think they do more than that. I think they shag!” Harry exclaimed gleefully. “Look, I found this air vent that looks into their room so we can find out.”

“Harry, they’ll hear you!” Jasmine wailed.

“Don’t be daft, they always use Silencing Charms. We can’t hear them and they can’t hear us. Now, do you want to look or not?”

“Yeah, of course,” she replied and hurried over.

He was unsurprised at her reaction as he and his sister were very alike. Jasmine was less than two years younger than him (seventeen months! She would insist) and very much a tomboy. She was nearly as good as him on a broom and virtually fearless. In truth, they got on extremely well for a young brother and sister and played together a lot. He knew that she was just as curious as him about this.

The small red-haired girl quickly came over and knelt down beside him. There was a little bit of jostling for the best view, but by pressing their heads together they could both see into their parent’s room.

“They’re nude!” Jasmine gasped. “And what’s wrong with Daddy’s willy? It’s all big and stiff.”

“Mine does that, too, sometimes,” Harry revealed. “Mostly when I get excited.”

“What, like that time we went to that Muggle theme park and you went on that big roller-coaster?”

“Nah, I mean when I think about naked ladies and stuff.”

“Do you often think about naked ladies?” his sister asked before suddenly shrieking. “Look at Mum! She’s putting Dad’s willy in her mouth! Ugh, that’s revolting!”

“Dad seems to like it, though,” Harry noted.

James Potter could be seen, laying on his back on the bed, naked as the day he was born. His equally nude wife was kneeling at the bottom of the bed, her chest draped over his knees. In her hand, she held his hard cock which she was sucking on contentedly. Judging by the expression on the man’s face, he was enjoying the experience greatly.

“But why is she doing it? I mean, it’s just…yucky.”

“I think she just wants Dad to feel good. I bet that actually feels great,” Harry told her in a hushed tone.

In truth, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight of his mother’s ruby-red lips wrapped around his father’s dick. In his mind, something went ‘ping’.

“I still don’t… oh, wait! They’re doing something,” Jasmine exclaimed.

Lily Potter had leapt up and scrambled onto the bed. She then climbed on top of her husband, facing away from him. She then started sucking his engorged cock again while James’s head could just be seen moving backwards and forwards slightly between her legs.

“What’s happen now?” Jasmine demanded, sounding a little wild.

“Dad’s licking her lady bits. Apparently, girls really like it when it’s done to them. I once heard some older boys talking about it down at the swing park.”

“Oh,” she replied, sounding uncertain. “I’m not sure if I’d like it.”

“Wait until you’re older. I bet you’ll want boys to do it to you all the time.”

Jasmine didn’t say anything either way, and they just continued to watch their parents pleasuring each other. After what seemed like a very long time, Lily pushed herself up again and turned around so she was facing her husband.

“Mum’s really beautiful, isn’t she?” Jasmine noted. “I wonder if my boobies will grow that big?”

“Probably,” Harry said. “I mean, you look really like her now, so when you get older you’re bound to get a pair like her.”

“I hope so,” she replied, pulling at the front of her nightdress and staring at her chest in despair.

“Look!” Harry urged.

His sister looked up just in time to see that Lily was straddling her husband. As they watch, the woman slowly sank down, taking James’s throbbing dick into her wet pussy. Both children watched in amazement as their father’s shaft disappeared deep inside his wife’s body.

“Bloody hell!” Jasmine exclaimed.

“They’re shagging!” Harry gasped. “That’s shagging! That’s what shagging is!”

“Really? Tracey Meadows down the road said that is how you make babies.”

“Yeah, I think that’s right,” he agreed. “Not every time, though. I think Mums and Dads have to do lots of shagging before a baby comes.”

“Oh.”

They continued watching as James reached around and grasped his wife’s shapely buttocks before he began to ram his hard shaft into her at a furious rate. Although they couldn’t hear anything due to the Silencing Charm, it looked like Lily was screaming her head off.

“Daddy’s hurting her!” Jasmine cried in fright.

“Nah, I don’t think so. It’s like that roller-coaster you mention. We were all yelling and stuff when we went down the dips, but we were loving it, too! This is the same. It’s like Mum is riding a big roller-coaster.”

“She’s certainly riding something,” Jasmine muttered before she looked around and screeched. “Harry! The front of your pyjamas! Has your thingy gone all hard like Dad’s?”

Without thinking, Harry pulled his pyjama bottoms down and allowed his erection to spring free.

“Ugh! Put it away!” Jasmine yelled.

“Bloody hell, it’s never been that hard,” Harry muttered, taking his dick in his hand. “I told you it went all stiff when I think about naked ladies, didn’t I?”

“It’s very big,” Jasmine mumbled staring at her brother’s erect cock. “Does it hurt like that?”

“Nah, it feels good actually, especially if I do this,” he told her, before gently starting to stroke his cock with his hand.

“Ugh, you’re playing with yourself!”

“Don’t you play with yourself, too, sometime?”

“Well… sometimes. Like when I’m in bed or in the bath. I certainly don’t do it in front of my own brother!”

“I can’t help it,” he told her, turning his attention back to his parents. By this point, they had shifted position and Lily was on her hands and knees as her husband gripped her hips from behind, all the time thrusting himself into her. By this point, they were both red-faced and sweaty. Harry couldn’t tear his eyes away from the almost hypnotic swaying of his mother’s breasts as she was roughly fucked from behind. His cock felt hot and hard in his hand.

“Hey, Jasmine, will you do me a favour?” he asked.

“What?” she asked suspiciously.

“Nothing bad. Just give me your hand a moment.”

“Why? Harry, get off… HARRY! I don’t want to hold your willy!”

“Oh, please,” he begged. “I really want to know what it feels like if someone else holds it. I promise I’ll give you my share of pudding tomorrow.”

“Really? Even if it’s chocolate ice cream?”

“Yeah, even then.”

“Well… okay then. How do you want me to hold it? Like this?”

“Yeah, that’s it,” he confirmed as his sister wrapped her small hand around his hard dick. “Now just move your hand up and down like I was doing. Yeah… that’s it. Yeah.”

They continued to watch their parents who had by now changed position once again. Lily was now on her back and James was on top, his hips a blur of movement as he continued to fuck the red-haired woman without mercy.

“Bloody hell, go a bit faster,” Harry urged his sister.

“Faster? My arm will drop off,” she complained. “This is making me feel very odd, Harry. I don’t think I should be doing this to my brother.”

“Please, Jazzy, just a bit longer. It feels so good.”

Sighing, the small redhead squared her shoulders and began to pump her sibling's cock even faster. By now, Harry had also gone an alarming shade of red and he seemed to be trembling.

“Are you alright?” Jasmine asked in concern.

“Yes! Oh, bloody hell, yes! Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Oh, please don’t stop.”

“Are you sure that… Harry! Stuff is coming out of the end of your willy!”

“Keep going!” he begged, practically crying with joy. “Please, keep going.”

As Jasmine watched in shock, a thick jet of spunk shot from the end of his dick and splattered against the wall. A second followed a second later, while a third just dribbled out with most of it ending up over Jazz’s hand.

“Ugh! Harry, have you done a pee over my hand?”

“That’s not pee,” Harry managed to slur, his head resting against the wall as his body went limp. “Oh, bugger. That was fantastic.”

“My hand is covered in this stuff,” his sister wailed. “Oh, wait! Look at Mum and Dad.”

Harry looked up to see his mother was now kneeling on the floor, cradling her tits in her hands. James was standing right in front of her, wanking himself frantically with his cock aimed squarely at his wife’s chest. As the children watched, James grimaced before sending a huge load of creamy cum all over Lily’s boobs. The redhead gasped as he continued to spray the sticky fluid all over her. Eventually, his hand slowed and he looked down at his wife with a grin on his face. Lily looked back up at him with a wide smile as the spunk dripped down her body.

“See, what I did was quite normal,” Harry said, gesturing at his father. “That’s what boys are supposed to do.”

“I guess,” Jasmine agreed, staring at her spunk covered hand dubiously. “Did that feel good, then?”

“It felt super,” he agreed. “You definitely earned that ice cream.”

Jasmine broke into a big smile. She loved ice cream.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, 2^nd September 1995, 8. 45 a.m. The main corridor, just by that alcove about ten feet down from the lady's toilets. No, the one on the other side. Yeah, that’s it.

The two handsome young wizards leaned languidly against the wall watching the pupils of Hogwarts, both younger and older, hurrying about and desperately trying not to be late for their first lesson of the new term. Both of them had perfected the art of turning up where they needed to be just in the nick of time, so they felt no need to hurry. Besides, they had an important task.

“A lot of the younger girls have developed nicely,” the black-haired boy announced. “It’s wall to wall fanny in here.”

“Too true,” the larger, blond-haired boy agreed. “So, how the hell have neither of us gotten laid yet?”

His friend just shrugged although he looked equally aggrieved by the idea. It was a sore point for both of them, although not for want of trying.

The shorter boy (although still of a respectable height) was Harry Potter. He was handsome, with sharp cheekbones and mesmerising green eyes, all framed by his wild, black hair. He was academically gifted, not to mention Gryffindor’s star Seeker and widely regarded as the best Quidditch player in the whole school. Despite all his abilities, he was still modest and charming with a keen sense of humour. Girls often sighed as he walked past.

His friend, Neville Longbottom, was tall, muscular and good-looking. He too excelled in his studies, although perhaps not in such a wide range as Harry. Although he was also an accomplished Quidditch player, he had not been able to break into the Gryffindor team as the Beaters positions were both solidly locked up, although next year he should be a shoo-in. Despite his size, Neville was calm and gentle and definitely had a way with the ladies.

Nevertheless, despite everything they had going for them, neither Potter nor Longbottom had managed to get into the knickers of any of the young witches within Hogwarts. Frankly, it was driving them both crazy.

“What are we doing wrong?” Neville asked sulkily. “I mean, we’ve followed your Uncle Sirius’s advice perfectly, and we know he was knee-deep in pussy when he was here at school.”

“Perhaps times have changed?” Harry suggested.

“I dunno. I mean, look over there. If that idiot can get a hot girlfriend why the hell can’t we?”

The boys looked over to where Ronald Weasley, a tall, gangly redhead with limited academic abilities and a surly attitude, was walking past with a pretty, busty blond girl on his arm. Although neither of them could have stood being with Lavender Brown, an annoying airhead with an admittedly impressive bust, for more than five minutes, the fact that this red-haired loser had a girlfriend and they didn’t stung badly.

“Hi, Harry, Neville,” a short, pretty girl with bright red hair and a mass of freckles called out as she walked past.

“Hi, Ginny,” Harry called, grinning at her as she passed by.

“She still with that Ravenclaw tosser?” Neville asked after she had gone.

“Yup,” Harry said sourly.

“I don’t understand. It seems like every wanker has a girlfriend and we don’t. It just does my head in.”

“Hannah Abbott still with that shithead Ernie MacMillan?” Harry asked.

“Yes,” Neville hissed, “and Susan Bones is still with Justin, too. We know that both those girls like us, but they still stay with those pair of gormless toe rags. I mean, you never even got anywhere with Cho Chang, and she was bloody ga-ga for you! It’s madness.”

“Nah, Cho was always more into Cedric Diggory than me,” Harry huffed.

“Yeah, well, maybe… but she still definitely into you. It’s the same all the time! We know girls like us but can we even get beyond first-base with them? Of course we can’t! If my balls turn any bluer then I’ll have to become a Ravenclaw.”

“Hello, Neville, Harry,” a bushy-haired witch greeted them as she walked past. She came to a sudden stop and looked at them suspiciously. “You won’t be late for Herbology, will you? You just can’t lose us House points on the first day!”

“Hermione, when have I ever been late for Herbology?” Neville asked. “It’s my favourite subject.”

“Yes, well, I suppose you’re right. Just keep your eye on the time,” the witch responded before turning and stalking off.

“See, even her,” Neville exclaimed, gesturing angrily at the retreating girl’s back. “Turned me down flat!”

“Well, to be fair, she did already have an international Quidditch star ask her out just before you. I don’t think you could complete with Viktor Krum. She was still hung up about Ron Weasley, too, although God knows why,” Harry pondered. “Actually, I don’t see her appeal. I mean, she’s smart and reasonably pretty, but she’s a bit of a busy-body.”

“I just like her,” Neville told him. “Give me half a chance and I’d definitely be in her knickers.”

“Each to their own. I suppose we’d better head out to the greenhouses,” Harry said.

“Yeah, great. I get to watch MacMillan slavering all over Hannah,” Neville grumbled.

“Never mind, mate,” Harry told his friend. “Anyway, Sirius set me up with a load of great Muggle porn this summer. I’ve got a load in my trunk. Trust me, you’ll cum in your pants when you see some of it.”

“Super, another year of wanking,” Neville replied sourly as they began to walk to their next class.

It was a beautiful autumnal evening as Harry wandered through the school’s grounds. The first day of school had gone pretty much as expected, other than Ernie MacMillan had been an even greater git than normal. He’d been all over his girlfriend whilst casting meaningful glances in Neville’s direction, letting him know just who exactly Hannah was with. It had put his friend into a bad mood which had lasted throughout the day. Even when Harry had suggested they go off and read an especially filthy porn magazine Sirius had given him, Neville had declined and instead went to bed in a sulk. Not wanting to watch Lavender Brown trying to remove Ron Weasley’s tonsils with her tongue in the Common Room, Harry had opted to go for a walk.

Little did he know, it would be the single smartest decision of his life.

Not feeling like company, he made his way out past the Moon Garden and into an area of trees and long grass. He’d just started to think about turning around when he heard a low moaning sound. Harry stopped and looked around, trying to establish where the sound was coming from. Thinking he had pinned down where the noise had originated from, he pushed his way through a bush and gasped at the sight that was before him.

There, laying on the grass in front of him, was a small girl with wild, dirty-blonde hair. Harry recognised her immediately: she was Luna Lovegood, a Ravenclaw in the year below him. Although he probably hadn’t spoken two words to her all the time he’d been at the school, he knew she was a close friend of Ginny Weasley’s and had often seen the girl hanging around. No, it wasn’t her presence here that had shocked him, it was the fact that the girl had her skirt pulled up over her waist and she had her right hand down the front of her plain white knickers.

As Harry watched, the girl continued to move her hand up and down, obviously masturbating. Lovegood’s eyes were closed tight and he wondered if she knew he was standing there. Not wanting to miss out on this marvellous sight, he stepped forward and stood watching, just a few feet from where she lay.

He could see the girl’s fingers moving underneath the thin fabric of her undergarment and he had to admit, the sight of her frigging herself off was very arousing. Lovegood had a reputation as being a bit odd, as demonstrated by her weird jewellery, but she was definitely pretty enough, in an elfin sort of way. Her soft moaning as she caressed herself was a definite turn-on, too. Just as Harry had begun to wonder what to do next, her eyelids shot open and she looked at him calmly.

“Hello, Harry Potter. Did you enjoy watching me masturbate?” she asked, sounding for all the world like she’d just asked him what he thought of the weather lately.

“Yeah, I did, actually,” he replied, trying to match her tone and not exactly succeeding.

“That’s nice.”

There was an awkward silence during which Lovegood made no attempt to stop rubbing herself. Harry watched as she continued to masturbate with no apparent shame or concern. Despite the weirdness of the situation, he could feel his cock stiffening. Desperately, he tried to think of something to say.

“So… do you come out here and do this often?”

“Not very often,” she admitted. “I do like to masturbate, very much, but I have other places that I normally go. The other girls get upset if I do it in in our dormitory, which is a bit hypocritical as I hear them doing it themselves in the night, and I obviously can’t do it in the common room, well, not since Professor Flitwick told me off, anyway. So, I’ve found various places I can go to. I only came here today because it’s such a lovely day.”

“Yeah, there aren’t many places you can have any privacy around here, are there?” Harry agreed, suddenly aware he was intruding on her privacy. “Err, did you want me to leave you alone so, umm, you know, you can get on with things?”

“Oh, I don’t mind you watching, Harry.” She replied with a dreamy smile. “In fact, you could join me if you like.”

Harry gasped and nearly pulled his rock-hard dick out immediately. The trouble was, although Luna might think this was a good spot to knock one out, he didn’t. He knew for a fact that this was a popular spot for young couples to find a bit alone-time. The last thing he wanted was for someone to stumble on him and the girl frigging themselves off.

“Err, that’s very kind, Luna, but I’m not too keen on this location. Where else do you go to… err… take care of yourself?”

“Well, we could go to the Come and Go Room,” she suggested.

“The where?”

“The Come and Go Room,” she repeated. “At least, that’s what my elf friends call it. We could go there if you like.”

“Umm, yeah. That would be great!”

Completely unselfconsciously, Luna withdrew her hand from her knickers, stood up and then paused to smooth down her skirt. She then walked over, took Harry by the hand and led him out of the clearing. It was only when they were heading back to the school that Harry realised he was holding the hand that Lovegood had been using to rub herself off. Frankly, he was having trouble walking his cock was so stiff.

Without a word, Luna led him back into the school and up the main staircase to the seventh floor. She then turned down the left corridor until she reached a large tapestry that appeared to show trolls in tutus. She stopped and faced a plain, stone wall.

“Err, so where is this secret place of yours?” Harry asked, beginning to think that Luna’s reputation was well-earned and she was off her rocker.

“Right here,” she confirmed. “It’s not here all the time. You have to walk past it three times while thinking of what you need. I’ll think of somewhere private for us to go.”

Letting go of his hand (Harry just managed to suppress his desire to sniff his own fingers), the small girl walked backwards and forwards three times. Harry gasped as, the moment she finished, a door appeared within the previously blank wall.

“Come on, Harry,” she urged, opening the door. “I’m feeling rather excited about this. I’ve never masturbated with another person before.”

“Me neither,” he replied, practically sprinting after her.

Once inside, Harry found himself in a cosy, intimate room. The only furniture in the place was two simple sofas, positioned in a ‘V’ shape. Luna immediately hurried forward and sat on one of the couches, before pulling up her skirt.

“Hurry up, Harry, I can’t wait to get started.”

Harry paused for a moment. At very worst, he was going to indulge in a joint jerk-off session with a pretty, young girl. But could he get more from this situation? Perhaps, if he played his cards right, he might get to fuck this little cutie. The first step, he thought, was to get them both naked.

“Luna, if we’re going to both masturbate, it would be good to watch each other doing it, right? If we are, I’d like to be able to see as much as I can. Shouldn’t we take our clothes off, if that’s the case?”

“Take our clothes off? Why, yes! That’s a wonderful idea, Harry,” Luna agreed enthusiastically.

Before he’d even had a chance to react, Luna began to shed her clothes. Harry gulped as she flung off her robes and began to unbutton her blouse. Suddenly realising that he was just standing and staring, he quickly pulled off his own robes and began to undress while keeping his eyes on the girl.

Luna’s blouse was flung off without a moment’s hesitation and her skirt followed a moment later. There was a pause while the girl sat down to remove her shoes and socks but, once they were done, she stood again and reached behind her to undo her bra.

Harry had just managed to unbutton his shirt by this point and he stopped to watch this momentous event. He gasped as Lovegood shed the garment without a pause, before reaching down and pulling her knickers off. She then stood and looked at him, completely naked.

Hungrily, his eyes took in every detail of her slim form. Luna’s breasts were quite small but nevertheless took the form of a pair of beautiful formed mounds on her chest. Her nipples were sensational, pert and prominent, they seemed to point upwards and suggested the girl was already aroused. Letting his eyes trail downwards, he took in her flat stomach and the swell of her hips. Between her legs was a quite thick patch of blond hair. Her legs were thin but shapely.

“Do you like my body, Harry?” she asked calmly.

“Very much,” he confirmed. “In fact, you’re bloody gorgeous!”

“That’s sweet,” she replied. “May I see your body now, please?”

With infinitely less grace then Luna had done, Harry practically ripped the shirt off his back and began to fumble with his belt. He then realised he needed to take his shoes off first, so flopped down on the sofa and pulled then off without bothering to undo the laces. His socks were thrown carelessly behind him before he stood and pulled his trousers down. Unfortunately, he nearly fell over trying to pull them off but succeeded in getting them over his feet without falling flat on his face. Then, trembling with excitement, he yanked his boxer shorts down and let his straining cock spring out.

“Oh, my gosh!” Luna exclaimed. “Harry, that’s very large!”

“Do you like it?” he asked feeling his ego swell to about double its size instantly.

“It’s quite lovely,” she purred. “Oh, I’m going to enjoy masturbating while looking at your penis so much.”

The blond girl’s willingness to accept any suggestion he made spurred Harry on further.

“Actually, Luna, can I make another suggestion? I’ve heard that if you let someone else do it for you, masturbation is even more fun. Perhaps I could do it to you and then you could do it to me?”

“Hmm, that does sound quite interesting,” she allowed. “Okay, Harry, I’m willing.”

Score!

“Alright, why don’t you pop yourself on the sofa there with your legs open nice and wide,” Harry instructed before coming and kneeling next to her. He couldn’t help but grin at the sight of her exposed pussy with its prominent, pink lips. God, how much he wanted to plunge his cock into it.

“Like this?” Luna asked looking at him curiously.

“Yes, just like that,” he said before gently placing the fingers of his right hand against the folds of her cunt. He began to softly rub her, being aware of the technique but unpractised in it.

“That feels very nice,” Luna told him, her silvery-blue eyes wide as she watched him.

“It will feel even nicer in a moment,” he replied before pushing two fingers into her already wet pussy. The effect was instantaneous.

“OH! Oh, my word, Harry, that feels wonderful,” she exclaimed. “Please, carry on doing that.”

“I intend to.”

He began to pump his fingers into her faster and faster. He’d been amazed just how wet the girl was when he first entered her but as he fucked her with his fingers she became positively drenched. He could see droplets of moisture squirting out of her every time he thrust into her. How brilliant was this?

Luna started to pant heavily. As she became more aroused, the pitch of her voice began to rise in volume and pitch. She began to shriek each time his fingers descended into her depths. Harry suspected that she was close to orgasm although his arm was beginning to ache. He recognised that he was at the wrong angle and he needed to shift his position.

Looking at Luna’s slim body, Harry couldn’t take his eyes off her stiff nipples. Unable to stop himself, he pulled his fingers out of her and pushed himself up onto the sofa next to her. Luna let out a moan of disappointment but was silenced a moment later when Harry thrust his middle fingers into her. Rather than thrusting up into her, he was now more level with her pussy enabling him to bury his digits into her right up to the knuckles. This time, Luna actually screamed.

“Oh, yes! Please, Harry, don’t stop!”

Harry didn’t reply but instead lunged forward and captured her left nipple in his mouth. Feeling the hard pebble against his tongue, he began to suck it hard causing the small blond girl to writhe against him in apparent ecstasy.

Luna was by now shrieking her head off, her arms pulling at his shoulders in an effort to cram more of her breast into his mouth. Harry’s arm was soaked right up to his forearm as her juices sprayed everywhere.

“HARRY!” the girl suddenly screamed as her body began to convulse uncontrollably. Despite all the noise the girl was making, Harry could hear her pussy squelching as he continued to finger-fuck her. Her legs started to kick as she completely lost control of her functions but the weight of Harry’s body kept her pinned down. Never in his life would he have ever imagined that he could have elicited such an effect on a girl just with his hand.

Eventually, Luna’s body stopped shaking and she was still. Harry pushed himself up so as to better admire her naked form. Her normally pale skin was flushed and she had a rather startled look on her face. His eyes drifted downwards to between her legs and he felt another stab of excitement. Luna’s cunt was quite literally dripping wet. At the sight of it, something snapped in Harry’s mind and he scrambled off the sofa and knelt between her legs.

“Harry, what are you… Oh, BLOODY HELL!”

Luna cried out as Harry’s rough tongue began to lap up her pussy juices. Sirius had implied that a woman’s vagina could smell, and taste, rather unpleasant but that it was a man’s duty to pleasure his lover with his mouth. Although he normally bowed to his sort-of uncle’s wisdom, here Harry had to completely disagree with him on this point. Luna’s pussy tasted like mana from heaven!

He felt the girl’s small hands grip his hair as she began to shake again. Not wanting to be disturbed from feasting on her delicious cunt, Harry slipped his arms around her thighs and gripped the top of them, allowing him to pull her legs open wider. He delved deeper, his tongue penetrating into her soft, wet innards. He was going wild, eating her pussy like a man who had not had a meal for days and had just been given a banquet. Luna tried to move her legs but Harry held her firm, torturing her with his mouth.

By this point, Lovegood was practically sobbing with pleasure. It sounded like she was trying to form words but she could only manage to emit weird gurgling noises. As Harry worked, however, these grunts and warbles began to morph into short screeches. These, in turn, became shrieks. Finally, she began to scream – one long, continuous scream mixed in with the occasional bellowed swear word. This only succeeded in turning him on more and he wrapped his mouth around the upper part of her snatch, his tongue grinding against her clit. Luna was practically pulling the hair off his head as she came. He could actually feel her trembling through his mouth and he was drinking her juices like it was pumpkin juice.

Then it was done. Luna slumped back and Harry withdrew from between her legs.

It took nearly five minutes for Luna to come down from her orgasm-induced high. Harry rocked back on his heels and watched her as she slowly cooled down. He couldn’t take his eyes off her sweaty body and his cock was so hard it was painful. For some reason, he felt more proud of reducing this girl to her current state than anything else he had achieved in his life. Now it was time for him to be rewarded.

“I think you need to wipe your mouth, Harry,” Luna noted in a dreamy voice after she had recovered.

“I do, indeed,” he agreed and pulled himself up onto the sofa next to her. Slowly he leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. Luna actually giggled and, rather than kiss him again, actually licked his lips with her tongue, tasting her own pussy juices. After a moment, Harry stuck his own tongue out and it began to battle with hers. This developed into a full-on snog with their hands roaming over each other’s bodies. As cool as this was, Harry decided he needed more.

“Luna,” he began as he pulled away, “would you do something for me?”

“What, Harry?”

“Well, I performed oral sex on you, I was just wondering…”

“If I would do it to you?” she interrupted. “Of course, Harry! I would love to.”

“Oh, thank the Gods!”

Quickly, Harry let go of the small girl and leaned back on the sofa with his cock pointing skyward in anticipation. Luna laid on her stomach and grasped his throbbing member in her left hand. Before he even realised it was happening, Luna crammed the head of his dick into her mouth and began to suck it hard.

“Oh, fuck!”

In all his life, Harry had never experienced anything so wonderful. Luna’s hot, wet mouth felt incredible wrapped around his dick and the way her tongue dragged lazily up and down his shaft made him want to scream with joy.

Wanting to see everything, Harry brushed Luna’s long, straggly hair back so he could clearly see her lips sliding up and down his cock leaving a trail of saliva wherever they went. Her eyes were closed and she had a look of calm pleasure on her face. She seemed to be really into sucking him off for which he was very, very grateful.

“That feels amazing,” he told her, surprised at just how husky his voice sounded.

Luna pulled his throbbing dick from her mouth and smiled at him. “Mmm, and I must admit that performing oral sex on you is making me very aroused, Harry.”

“Well, please, carry on!”

With a brief giggle, Luna resumed her delightful work, making slurping and sucking noises as she did. Harry leaned back on the sofa and let bliss wash over him. A memory of a night over four years previous suddenly came to him and he recalled the look of ecstasy on his father’s face as he’d been sucked-off by his wife while Harry watched in secret. Only now did he fully understand what joy his dad was experiencing. Oral sex bloody rocked!

Perhaps his state of delight lulled him into a sense of unpreparedness, as a sudden, urgent need gripped him before he realised it. Harry could feel the pressure build up inside him like a tidal wave and he knew he was going to ejaculate in just seconds.

“Luna,” he cried urgently, “I’m going to cum.”

The small blond didn’t react to this at all and, instead, kept lovingly sucking on his cock. Harry started to panic. Coming in a girl’s mouth unless she’d given express permission for it to happen was a big no-no, Sirius had told him. Most women did not appreciate a mouthful of spunk, he’d explained, and was the sort of thing that could wreck a relationship. But what should he do? It felt so bloody wonderful that he had no desire to pull his knob out of Luna’s mouth, but she didn’t seem to be heeding his warning. What to do? What to do? Panic!

“Luna, I… I… oh, FUCK!”

It was too late. His attempts to halt his immanent cock explosion were as futile as if he’d tried to fix a crumbling reservoir with a paperclip. Harry cried out helplessly as he shot a huge wad of creamy spunk directly into Luna’s mouth. With his body virtually out of control, he spurted a second and third time, shooting jets of warm jizz down the girl’s throat. Even more cream gushed out of him, seemingly in an endless flow. Then, as suddenly as it started, he was still. Warily, he looked down at his young companion.

Luna was perfectly still with her mouth still wrapped around his red shaft. Then, slowly, she started to lift her head, all the while keeping a tight seal around his cock with her lips. Eventually, the engorged head of his penis emerged into view, his glands a bright purple colour. Luna immediately clamped her mouth shut and looked up at Harry with her cheeks puffed out like a squirrel who’d eaten too many nuts. Then, to his amazement, she tossed her head back and took a big gulp before rocking back onto her heels.

“Luna, you…” Harry stammered.

“All gone,” she announced, sticking her tongue out at him. She then burped. “Oops. Pardon me.”

“Luna,” Harry tried again. “You… you… swallowed my entire load!”

“Yes, I did,” she confirmed calmly. “I love pudding and I thought it would taste like custard. I have to say, though, it was a bit salty for custard.”

The girl was mad! Stark, staring mad, Harry realised. Briefly, he thought of proposing marriage to her.

“That has to be the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” he announced. “Luna, you were amazing.”

“You’re pretty wonderful, yourself,” she replied, flopping down on the sofa next to him. “This is so much better than if I’d just masturbated by myself outside.”

“Bloody right,” he agreed. “Thank you, Luna. I’ve been trying so long to get any girl to take an interest in me. Err, do you want to be my girlfriend?”

Lovegood turned her head and looked at him sharply.

“No, thank you.”

“Oh.”

For a second, Harry was thrown for a loop. The girl dragged him to some secret, secluded room, gets naked with virtually no persuasion and finally suck his balls dry but she didn’t want to go out with him? What the fuck was this all about?

“Why, what’s wrong with me?” he asked indignantly.

“Oh, it’s not just you,” she confirmed. “Actually, I have two reasons.”

“Go on.”

“Well, firstly, I would make a terrible girlfriend. Imagine if we’d agreed to meet up and go to Hogsmead for the day. Would you be annoyed if I didn’t show up because I spotted a swarm of Gulping Plimpies and I decided to go and chase after them?”

“Probably. Why, is that something you’d be likely to do?”

“Oh, definitely.”

“Okay, I can see your point. What’s your second reason?”

“No girl wants to be a substitute for someone else, Harry. Before you can get a girlfriend you really need to get over Cho Chang.”

“Cho Chang? What’s she got to do with anything?”

“Oh, Harry, every girl in the school knows that you’re pining over her. Why my best friend Ginny Weasley was crazy about you, but she eventually gave up and started to go out with someone else because she realised you just wanted Chang.”

“Oh. Luna?”

“Yes, Harry?”

“That’s total BULLSHIT!”

Luna jumped back, started by Harry’s sudden anger.

“Oh, I’ll admit that I was lusting after Cho for a while, but she’s totally head-over-heels for Cedric Diggory, isn’t she? I never stood a chance. Besides, while I was watching her I noticed she has a number of personality traits that would have driven me up the wall if I was with her. I mean, she’s always bloody crying. Have you noticed that? Oh, boo-hoo, I got bad marks on a test. Boo-hoo, a have a stain on my blouse. Boo-hoo, my tits are tiny. Do you know what I think? I think Cedric has the bloody patience of a saint to put up with her. I think he must get-off on girls who cry on his shoulder. Look up the phrase ‘high maintenance’ and you’ll see a picture of her next to it. In short, Luna Lovegood, I am not pining over Cho Chang and, as far as I’m concerned, she can go and fuck herself!”

Luna looked at him in wonder before sighing deeply.

“Oh, poor Ginny. She started dating Michael Corner for nothing.”

“Bloody right she did,” Harry snapped. “I’ve fancied Ginny for ages. Hell, I’ve tried flirting with her loads of times. Why on earth would she think I was yearning after Cho?”

“That’s what every girl in school thinks,” Luna explained. “It’s sort of the great tragedy of Hogwarts, two of the hunkiest boys in school are slaves to unrequited love. We all assumed that you and Neville were always together because you were comforting each other that the loves of your lives were with other boys.”

“You mean Neville doesn’t get any muff for the same reason? What, does everyone assume he’s drooling over Hannah Abbot or something?”

“Why, yes,” Luna said earnestly.

“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!” he yelled. “If we knew this, we could have set it right ages ago! How much pussy have I missed out on because of this crap? Oh, when I think of all those juicily, pink…”

“It’s your own fault, Harry,” Luna replied without sympathy. “Cho or Hannah has only to walk through the door and you two are all over them. Think what kind of signal that sends to other girls.”

“We were just hedging our bets in case they dumped their boyfriends,” Harry told her. “I mean, we’ve flirted with loads of other girls. Err, now I think of it, perhaps not as aggressively as we do with… oh, bugger. You’re right, aren’t you? We’ve been sending the wrong signals to every girl in Hogwarts!”

“Yup,” Luna agreed, making a popping sound as she pronounced the ‘p’.

“What can we do to fix this, though?”

“A few things, actually. I’m more than happy to spread this information about but, I must warn you, most people think I’m a bit weird and don’t believe a word I say.”

“I’d be grateful if you’d try anyway,” Harry said.

“Okay,” she agreed. “The other thing is much simpler. Stop fawning over Chang. If girls see you being indifferent to her then they might get the message.”

“Yeah, that makes sense. Do you think I need to go a bit further? I mean, actually be rude to her or insult her, perhaps?”

“Oh, no! That’s the worst thing you could do. Everyone will just think you’re bitter that you’ve been rejected. No, cool indifference is the way to go. Be polite but distant with her.”

“Then you think I’ll be able to get a girlfriend?”

“I’m sure of it. Loads of girls really like you, Harry, and I’m sure they’ll be lining up to do naughty things with you.”

“Brilliant!” he exclaimed. “I doubt I’ll find any witch as willing as you’ve been, though, Luna.”

“Oh, I doubt that,” Luna told him. “You have to remember, us witches are earth mothers. We feel the seasons change in our bones and the movement of the moon in our blood. We are sensual, erotic creatures and our desires are fuelled by the magic flowing through our bodies. Not only will we bear the next generation of witches and wizards, but we are also driven to satisfy the needs of our male compatriots, not to mention ourselves, too. It’s as if magic itself fuels our lust.”

“Err, what does that all mean?”

“It means nearly all witches are horny all the time,” Luna explained.

“Ah. Good.”

“Well, now that you understand that, can I ask a question of my own?”

“Certainly, Luna,” Harry agreed.

“Why is your penis becoming stiff again?”

Harry looked down at himself and was surprised to see that his cock was indeed at half-mast. It took only a moment for him to comprehend that he far from finished.

“I don’t know, Luna,” he told her with a grin. “Perhaps sitting here next to a sexy, naked witch is getting me excited. In fact, can I make a confession to you?”

“Certainly.”

He leaned forward until his face was just inches away from hers. “I really want to fuck you, Luna.”

“Really?” she exclaimed before she broke into a wide smile and clapped her hands like a small child. “Oh, that’s super! I was hoping you might.”

“Really? Well, that’s great. Err…”

“Why don’t you start by kissing me again, Harry,” Luna suggested.

Harry didn’t need to be told twice. Leaning over, Harry soon captured the blonde witch’s lips with his own. With trembling hands, he began to caress her soft, warm flesh, letting his hands trail down her back and sides. Needless to say, by this point, his dick was rock solid.

His first instinct was to leap on Luna and ram his throbbing tool straight into her muff box but a voice in his head urged him to wait. Some years previously, his parents had given him ‘the talk’ jointly mainly, he assumed, because Lily Potter didn’t trust her somewhat wayward husband to do it himself. The talk had been short, informative and very much focused on what Harry shouldn’t do, rather than what he could. Feeling slightly betrayed by this, he’d complained to his father when his mother wasn’t around. James Potter had just winked at his son.

“Don’t worry, Sirius will take it from here.”

And he had. Harry’s sort-of Uncle had then taken over Harry’s sexual education and filled in all the gaps that the Lily-inspired talk had left out. Sirius utilised dirty literature, Muggle porn mags and, occasionally, hand-drawn diagrams to help. He’d also dished out a lot of advice which, bearing in mind the man’s staggering success record with the opposite sex, Harry religiously followed.

It was this advice that urged Harry not to immediately leap on top of her and start banging away. Sex, Sirius had said, was a wonderful thing but to enjoy it fully it must be a shared experience. Harry could stick it right in, ride this pretty young witch for a few minutes before shooting his load, but it would be unlikely to please Luna and he would ultimately just be cheating himself. No, he had to prepare his lover so she obtained the maximum satisfaction.

With this in mind, Harry pulled his lips from hers and began to help himself to her body. He placed soft kisses on her cheeks and jawline, working downwards to her neck. Judging by the groaning sounds Luna was making, she was enjoying this. Next, he rained down kissed on her collar bone and down her chest until he reached her breasts. Cupping those small, perfect mounds, he started to vigorously lick her swollen nipples. As the blond began to moan out loud, she switched to sucking them, even starting to nibble them lightly with his teeth.

Leaving his lover gasping, Harry restarted his downwards journey. His lips marked his progress down her flat stomach, pausing only to lick her bellybutton briefly before he descended down between her legs. Automatically, Luna spread her legs for him, causing the lips of her already moist cunt to part slightly revealing her pink innards.

With excitement building inside him, Harry wrapped his mouth around Luna’s pussy and he began to lick her hard. She let out a shuddering cry and grabbed the material of the sofa in her fists. Having already tasted the delights of her juicy cunt, Harry set to work enthusiastically. His tongue lapped at her, licking up her flowing fluids, alternating between sucking her clit, penetrating her with his tongue and generally just eating her pussy. Every second Harry did this, Luna’s reaction became more extreme. She gasped, moaned, pleaded, beat her fists and finally began to howl like a dog. Harry, however, showed no mercy and continued to attack her slit with his mouth.

It was with an ear-shattering scream that Luna came. Her whole body shook uncontrollably for perhaps ten seconds before she lapsed into a state of twitching and moaning. Harry pulled back slightly to admire the effect his good work had on the small girl. It took her a moment for her to see him looking at her with a big grin on her face. Rather than the dreamy look she normally sported, Luna stared back at him with fire in her steely-blue eyes.

“Harry, I need your cock inside me now,” she ordered.

Knowing this was a command that he could not disobey, Harry raised himself up onto his knees. He grasped his painfully-hard dick and edged forward until the tip of his helmet was pressed up against the girl’s gaping pussy. Luna’s chest was rising and falling as she tensed in anticipation.

With his hand trembling, Harry gently pushed his helmet into the moist pink folds of her lover’s cunt. There was a moment of resistance before the head of his cock disappeared inside her. Luna let out a strangled moan while Harry watched his shaft slide deeper into her pussy. His mind nearly snapped as he felt himself immersed into her soft wetness.

“Oh, Gods, Luna… you feel so fucking good,” he gasped.

“More, Harry,” she urged. “I want all of you in me.”

Without hesitation, Harry grabbed Luna’s hips before pressing himself all the way into her. With Luna sitting on the sofa, he had the perfect angle to penetrate her. He held his breath until he felt his balls touch the girl’s arse. He looked down and saw that his entire length was now insider her. Without even thinking about it, his hips began to move as he started to slide his dick in and out of the dripping cunt.

With supreme restraint, Harry managed to keep his pace relatively slow. This allowed him to grind himself into Luna, making sure his whole length was driven into her with each thrust. He fucked her slowly and deeply, relishing the delicious feel of the velvety wetness. He’d been waiting for this moment since he’d been ten and had watched his father fuck his mother. The wait, he decided, had been entirely worth it. Surely nothing else could feel this good?

“Harder, Harry,” Luna urged, already looking like she was on the verge of orgasm again.

Harry shifted himself up so his arms were now planted either side of Luna’s slim body. This position gave him more freedom of movement and, critically, gave him more space to swing his hips. The moment he was in position he began to thrust himself into the blonde witch with renewed vigour. Soon, the rhythmic sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room.

“Oh! Oh! Nargles are eating my brain! I’m going crazy!” Luna cried.

“What?” Harry asked, pausing to look at her in confusion.

“KEEP FUCKING ME!” the small girl screamed.

Somewhat alarmed, Harry did as he was bid and soon the two of them had found a natural rhythm again. It was a pretty fast pace that Harry set and he was soon sweating as he continued to ram his pulsating cock into Luna’s soaking wet hole. For her part, Luna seemed to be actually going as crazy as she’d said. Her eyes occasionally rolled into the back of her head as she waved her arms around wildly, even hitting him a few times. She was so wet that there was a squelching sound every time Harry thrust into her and, truthfully, if she hadn’t been as self-lubricated as she was, he doubted he would have lasted as long as he had. Even so, he could feel the pressure building up in his loins and knew he would cumming soon.

As close to the edge as he was, Luna was closer. Her voice suddenly rose to a wailing howl that sounded like a werewolf had been set loose in the room as her body began to buck. Realising that her orgasm was just seconds away, Harry increased his pace. He slammed himself into her as fast as he could, making his dick feel like it was on fire. Fortunately, she came before he did, her hands grabbing his hair and pulling his head around as her back arched.

The small girl thrashed about for what seemed like an age before she let out a massive moan and was still. By this point, Harry knew he was seconds away from cumming, too, and could feel his own body start to shake. Just as he was about to reach orgasm, another memory from his past intruded into his brain. Clearly, he could recall the image of his mother on her knees while his father shot his load over her ample breasts. Deciding that was what he wanted, he pulled out of Luna’s battered cunt and scrambled up the sofa. Then, wanking as hard as he could, he shot his spunk all over the girl’s chest.

Luna actually gasped as a thick jet of creamy spunk splashed over her. Harry was masturbating so wildly that his aim was rather wayward and the second spurt of jizz landed on her neck and across her cheek. The third was more accurate and actually hit her right breast, coating her extended nipple in a bath of cum. A couple of small spurts followed, landing on her upper stomach and then he was still.

Wide-eyed, Harry looked down on his young lover. He succeeded in covering Luna in his thick, white jizz from her neck right down to the top of her stomach. Frankly, the amount he’d discharged amazed him and he’d just had a wank the previous day but, still, Luna was drenched in semen.

“My word, Harry, there’s an awful lot of it,” Luna said, sounding equally surprised. “I did perform my Witch’s Charm, you know. You could have ejaculated inside me and I wouldn’t have got pregnant.”

“I know,” he admitted, still breathing hard. “I just wanted to see you covered in my cum.”

“Oh, I see. Do you like what you see?”

“Bloody right, I do!” he exclaimed. “If I had my way, you’d be coated in my spunk every day.”

“Hmm, I don’t know. I mean, I’d end up having to take rather a lot of baths, wouldn’t I?”

Harry laughed and flopped down onto the sofa next to her.

“I suppose you would,” he agreed. “So, tell me, lovely Luna, I get that you’re not interested in having a boyfriend, but how do you feel about us continuing to have sex? I mean, that was pretty bloody brilliant and I’d love a repeat of it soon.”

“Oh, yes please!” she exclaimed, clapping her hands in glee. “I would love to carry on having sex with you, Harry Potter.”

Harry grinned. It appeared that he’d just gotten himself a fuck buddy. Yes, this was definitely shaping you to be his best year at Hogwarts, ever!
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