• 1-Never Too Much
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Luna, having only just arrived at the farmhouse to pick up the boys for their weekly sleepover, leaned against the counter in the kitchen, watching as Severus packed and charmed a weekend’s worth of milk and baby food for Remmy. This sleepover was special. This time she would have them for two entire days and nights—a fact that had her bubbling inside with joy.

The blonde smiled as she watched the ordered, deliberate movements Severus made as he filled one bottle followed by another before packing them in the tamper-proof case, which was charmed to preserve the milk at a warm, but drinkable temperature. Remmy was almost fully weaned off milk, but he was not yet ready to forgo his early morning and before bedtime feedings.

Luna silently counted the bottles as Severus placed them into the case, making certain that there would be enough. She remembered fondly the first time she babysat for Remmy overnight. At that time, the little babe had been solely feeding from a bottle, and it seemed that particular time Remmy decided to have a bit of a feeding fest. By the following morning the baby had gone through all the bottles. Luna could laugh about it now, but at the time she was seriously unsettled when the wee babe began to wail a begging, strangled cry, all the while trying to latch on to her breast through her nightgown. She could still remember how helpless she felt as she watched Remmy’s perfect bow lips make repetitious suckling movements while a steady stream of tears ran down his angry, reddened face. At the time she had been panicked, not so much because she thought the baby would starve in the few minutes it would take her to Floo back to the farmhouse to get more; but because she could do nothing instantly to aid or comfort the fragile, dependent and vulnerable baby who was literally begging her to feed him. It was at that moment that she first began to feel the serious pull of family and motherhood deep inside her. If she had been lactating she would have gladly put Remmy to her breast and let him drink his fill…as he had wanted to do, so desperately.

“Now, you remember that Gabe is allergic to coconut and Remmy cannot eat carrots,” Severus said with his back to Luna, his words pulling the witch from her ruminations.

“Of course I remember that Gabe is allergic to coconut, Severus. His hair isn’t the only thing he got from Harry. I am also aware that Remmy is allergic to carrots. Really, I could hardly forget anything about those boys, you know. Especially not with the way you remind me every single week,” Luna said with a smirk, reaching past Severus to pluck the now full milk case from the counter.

She shrank the case and slipped it into her robe, before rising up on her tiptoes and giving Severus a peck on the cheek. As she lowered her heels back to the floor, Severus turned and locked eyes with her, making her breath hitch involuntarily at the turbulence she saw reflected in the inky irises of her friend. She could tell by the way the older wizard’s mouth was slightly agape that he wanted to say something, to put his voice to use expressing something of importance. If she had any doubt at all, then the pale, long-fingered hand that came out to grab hold of her forearm, stilling her in place, made her certain that the man had something serious to say.

“The attack, Luna,…do you remember…,” Severus verbally stumbled, before he broke eye contact and looked away nervously. She could hear his breathing grow shallow, but his grip remained tight on her forearm.

“What about the attack, Severus?” Luna queried, her brow furrowed in concern. This reticent behavior was very unlike the pithy potions master. Despite the softening of his demeanor over the years, Severus was still a commanding presence when he wanted to be and was almost never at a loss for words.

The older wizard turned his black eyes back to her and continued more steadily. “Do you remember what I asked of you? The promise I made you make when I feared I would die?”

Luna nodded, her heartbeat beginning to pick up pace in fear, anticipating some shock of horrible news. “Are you ill, or…something?” she asked, her blue-green eyes bright with emotion and concern.

Severus gave her a calm, reassuring smile before he released his hold on her forearm. “No. I am well.”

“Then, what?”

“You once told me that I had a priceless treasure in Harry. That I now had something that others would always want. Do you remember telling me that?”

Luna nodded. How could she forget? From the first moment Severus arrived in her life as a friend, every moment and conversation between them, be it serious or playful, had been burned into her mind and heart like ash on silk.

“Do you?”

Luna blinked in confusion. “Do I what?”

Severus let out a weary sigh and rested his hands against the sink as he looked out the kitchen window, unable to prevent a small smile from ghosting across his lips at the sight of Gabe play wrestling Harry in the grass, while Remmy sat upright nearby on a blanket drinking juice from a sippy cup.

“Severus, I don’t understand,” Luna said quietly, desperate to understand what was going on with her friend.

“Don’t you?” Severus asked, a bit coldly. “You are too bright a witch to continue being so purposely obtuse.”

Luna felt struck by the cold tone coming from her friend. She couldn’t understand what she had done to elicit such a reaction from the man.

Severus rolled his eyes as he saw the doe-eyed look of hurt the blonde was giving him. “I know you better than that, Luna. Cease with the dramatics. I want to know why you keep pretending? Did you think no one would notice?”

And as if she had been dipped in a bath of ice and water, Luna began to shiver; her eyes, however, never broke contact with Severus’. She stared back into those inky-black eyes, the eyes that could sear to the heart of a person like a lance, and saw the truth reflected back at her. Severus knew. And if Severus knew, it meant Harry knew. She had been so careful. She had not said a word. She had made it a point to remain cheerful in their presence, never once leading on that sadness and regret had set up camp in her heart. She had made due with deep friendships and platonic love, knowing that she could make it enough, even if she wanted more. Yet, now all she had ever wanted, all she thought she would need, was slowly slipping away. Wanting to be here, in this house, surrounded by all this love, by all her boys, had proven too great a desire to hide. Now that her secret was out, just how long would it take Severus to stake his claim and move her further to the periphery of their lives? Who in their right mind would stand silent when they knew the deep seated desire that ran through another could jeopardize that which they held most dear? Only a fool; Severus was no fool.

Their love had already been threatened once, in a most callous manner. Would the threat seem any more benign coming from a friend, even one like her, who had no intentions of doing anything about her desire? Who would never insinuate herself between them, or seek to push them apart? And the boys, they were hers…they were her babies. Would they be ripped from her as well, taken back into the protective nest of their fathers, isolated from her? She didn’t know how she could hear it if they were.

“I…” Luna swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. “I don’t know what to say.”

Severus gave her a withering, calculating once over before he leaned his back against the sink, his body and posture relaxing every so slightly.

“Say that you’ll do anything and everything to make them happy,” he replied, his tone soft but demanding

With barely restrained tears in her own eyes, Luna stared back into those bottomless black eyes that seemed to bore into her very soul. In a fleeting moment that seemed to go on forever, Luna came to a frightening realization, one she didn’t think she could properly digest in the moment.

Unable to respond further for all noise in her head, Luna turned and fled the kitchen. Severus didn’t make a move to follow, not even when he heard to Floo activate and whisk the blonde away. He just calmly turned back to the window and watched as Gabe entertained Remmy with something in his little hand, which Severus surmised was no doubt some insect his oldest son had captured. Harry, who stood watch over the kids like a handsome, loving sentinel, looked up and caught him gazing out the kitchen. When an unspoken question about his lack of a blonde companion sparked in those emerald eyes, Severus merely smiled reassuringly at his lover, content for now that the first arrow of truth had hit its mark.

When Harry and the boys skidded into the kitchen, full of squeals and laughter, their bodies smelling of dew and grass and their faces flush from time spent in the afternoon sun, they found Severus preparing an early dinner. Severus wiped his hands on a dishtowel and walked over to relieve Harry of the wiggling, sixteen-pound burden that was Remmy, whispering an almost inaudible “later” at the unspoken question about the missing Luna that was evident in Harry’s eyes.

The boys had been understandably upset when they had been informed that their “Muna” had been feeling unwell and could not babysit them for the weekend. Gabe had lovingly offered to help make Luna pudding to cheer her up, but Harry had explained that while pudding tasted great, it wouldn’t do much to help Luna’s current illness. Both Severus and Harry had reassured the boys that Luna would be right as rain in a few days and that they shouldn’t worry. After a few rounds of that being repeated, well up until their bedtime, the boys were once more content and feeling better about not seeing their “Muna” for a sleepover. The one hitch had come when Gabe had asked Harry to tell him the story about the Crumpled Snorkack and the Hwagle”.

Harry had looked at Severus with panicked eyes, as they both knew Gabe was very much attached to the stories Luna told him and liked to hear them at least once per week. Having been anticipating hearing one of his Muna’s stories tonight, the little guy was stubbornly refusing to go to bed without it. Severus, ever quick on his feet, had the bright idea for Gabe to tell he and Harry the story, turning a near disaster into a prime opportunity for Gabe to indulge his memory and his storytelling ability.

Severus stood on balcony off their bedroom suite, a small glass of cognac perched nearby, almost forgotten, as the fingers of one hand tapped rhythmically along the metal railing as he thought back over what had transpired between him and Luna.

He had not known that he would confront Luna in such a way. In all honesty the entire conversation had been impulsive, a pure reaction to the desire he saw gleaming in the blonde’s eyes as she waited to whisk his children off for a sleepover. It was completely not his style. He much preferred to have a well thought out approach when talking over a sensitive topic; not jump in head first in hopes of finding out what he wanted to know. Still, he could not regret it. He was certainly sad that his children had been disappointed in the end, but from the moment he heard Luna leave by Floo, he had known that everything that had transpired between the two of them had needed to occur.

He had seen that look of need, of want, of yearning grow brighter and brighter in the eyes of his young female friend as the years passed. He didn’t really need her to confess, for he knew all to well what that look meant and his deep feelings ran when one wore that look. He had carried that look for years, and it had never shown more clearly than when he began falling in love with Harry.

To be honest, there had been times early on when Severus had felt small twinges of guilt about how things had ended up between the three of them. Sure, he had Harry and couldn’t have put in words just how happy that made him. Yet, he knew his happiness had come at the expense of Luna’s, at least somewhat. The blonde had stepped aside so very graciously when he began pursuing Harry, and Severus couldn’t bring himself to lie about the extent to which it was Luna who had made a relationship between he and Harry possible. He was under no illusions just how much Harry valued Luna. Even if they had not been lovers, Harry would have taken the blonde’s feelings into serious consideration before engaging in a relationship that could potentially jeopardize his and Luna’s friendship. So, without ever being told, Severus knew that he had taken something from Luna. Despite the fact that she gave it, he still took it, and it was that thought that sometimes made him wonder, just how close he had come to losing, if the blonde had put up any kind of fight at all.

Harry walked into the bedroom and immediately felt the crisp tingle of the nighttime breeze swirling through the room. He could see Severus’ tall form out on the balcony, that silky, raven hair catching streaks of moonlight. Quietly, Harry yanked a thick, forest green blanket from one of their bedroom closets and headed towards the balcony. He unfolded the blanket with a soft snap and draped it around his shoulders, not caring that part of it was dragging the floor. Silently, he walked up behind Severus and pulled the taller man into a secure embrace, cocooning them both inside the warmth of the blanket. Harry could feel his lover tremble a little as the chill was replaced by body heat. All evening mind had played out a thousand and one scenarios as to what had made Luna bolt. He couldn’t help but be a little apprehensive since whatever happened was serious enough that Severus didn’t feel comfortable speaking about it in front of the kids.

Harry placed a small kiss behind Severus’ ear, breathing in the scent of his sub, before he reached out a snatched up the neglected measure of cognac Severus had sat nearby. With Severus now clutching the blanket to keep it from falling away, Harry lifted the glass of amber liquid and took a rather large swig, not bothered by the spicy burn as the liquid slid down his throat on its way to warming his belly.

“So, care to tell me what happened now?” Harry asked, replacing the almost empty glass back on the railing. He noticed that Severus tensed a bit, but couldn’t bring himself to reassure his sub. He needed answers.

“She and I had a…talk,” Severus said quietly, his eyes looking out at the distance. “She needed to know that I know. I hadn’t mentioned it to you before, but… she’s been looking at you nearly as much as you have been looking at her. She wants you, just as you want her. The children too. She wants them.”
Harry nodded understandingly. As much as Severus claimed that he was ok with the thought of Luna coming into their relationship, Harry knew that his lover still had some concerns. He couldn’t fault the man for it. Who wouldn’t? Severus may be his submissive, but he was also a father and a husband. He had rights, and one of his rights was to ensure that the person coming into his home, who would be intimate with his spouse and caretaker for his children, was a person worthy of such a role. It wasn’t about Luna, not really. It was the principle of the matter, to Severus’s way of thinking.

Severus turned in Harry’s arms so that his back was now leaned against the railing and looked deep into his mate’s eyes as he spoke.

“She needed to know that I was not blind to her hidden desires. That ….that I am the gatekeeper. None come to you except through me,” Severus said, his voice thick and steely.

Harry lifted a hand to Severus’ cheek and shushed him, the other hand rubbing soothingly up and down his sub’s back, quelling the anxiety he could sense from the older man.

“I’ve told you once and I will tell you again, you are my first, Severus. My primary. Any others that we may decide to take into our bed will always come second to you. Your needs will come first. Your opinions will matter most. Your place is secure, always. “

Harry kissed his sub, his tongue automatically slipping out to moisten the thin, dry lips of his lover, tasting the spicy tones of cognac that remained on his sub’s palate. As he pulled back from the kiss, he looked deep into those bottomless black eyes, filled with too many emotions to name and said with a tone of accord, “None come to me except through you.”

Severus’s eyes involuntarily fluttered closed as relief washed over him. He had not known how Harry would react to his need for some control, so authority over the changes that happening in their relationship. To hear Harry consent to Severus’ power of veto any potential intimate partners they included in their lives made the older man feel once more on solid ground. Harry was his and always would be. Yet, he had children to think about also, and something deep inside the potions master couldn’t abide sitting back like some deaf-mute, while choices were being made that would impact his children for the rest of their lives.

Severus trusted Luna with his life and that of his children, they both did. Yet, he needed the blonde to know, needed Harry to know, that he was not some silent partner in their relationship. He was a submissive, not a slave, and nothing would change that.

“I am sorry I made her so uncomfortable that she left, Harry,” Severus whispered, dropping his head to lay against Harry’s shoulder as he snuggled in closer for warmth and affection.

“Shhh, Sev. It’s alright. I’ll go see her tomorrow. It’s time we put some pressure on this cat and mouse game. You’re jumpy, I’m agitated and sexually frustrated, and Luna…the gods only know what trinity of emotions she’s got raging in that pretty head of hers at the moment. The quicker I make my intentions known, the quicker I can break through whatever noble, quilt-ridden defenses she’s built up. Then we can all become better acquainted. Sound good?”

Severus nodded somberly against his husband’s shoulder, happy and relieved that Harry was taking the reins once more, after having unwittingly had them briefly usurped by Severus. Harry would make everything right again, Severus thought. Harry always made everything right.

The following morning Severus woke to find Harry already gone. He felt oddly about knowing that his spouse was likely on a mission to procure another lover. If that wasn’t enough to require a healthy dose of calming draught with his morning tea, he didn’t know what would be. Still, he was ready for whatever the future held. His only true concerns were for the happiness and safety of those he cared for most, and it was no stretch to include Luna in that group.

With the knowledge that he and Harry had come to a firm understanding of just what his role would be as they sought to bring Luna further into their lives, Severus pushed himself out of bed and headed into the bathroom. If he was lucky he could have a decently long shower before the boys woke, hungry as two hippos for breakfast.

To say that Luna was surprised to find Harry sitting at her kitchen table sipping coffee and reading The Quibbler was an understatement. She had been woken by the sounds of someone moving about in her house. Seeing Harry sitting in her kitchen, calm as the eye of a hurricane, as though this were some mundane morning ritual left little doubt that the noises had been created on purpose to rouse her from her slumber.

She tightened the belt on the simple knee-length terry cloth robe she had donned to come check out the peculiar noises and cleared her throat, pulling Harry’s attention from his reading.

“Good morning, Lunes,” Harry said casually, his green eyes bright with mischief.

Luna was not fooled, nor was she put at ease by her friend’s seemingly congenial demeanor. Harry’s impromptu, unannounced visit reeked of confrontation, so Luna thought better to speed things up.

“What brings you here, Harry?”

Harry closed the magazine and set it on the mosaic tabletop. He then got up and walked over to Luna, smirking as he saw her mouth tense and her eyes narrow with suspicion as he approached.

“After your sudden departure yesterday, the boys were worried that you had taken ill. So, I came to check on you. Gabe would never let me hear the end of it if I didn’t have a full report to offer when I return,” Harry replied, reaching his hand up and laying it gently across Luna’s forehead to check for the fever he knew was not there.

Luna sucked her teeth and lurched away from Harry’s hand, as though his touch would cause her pain.

“I’m fine,” Luna said serenely, turning her back and avoiding Harry’s eyes.

“Fine? Really?,” he asked with a snort. “You could never lie to me. Why are you even trying?”

Luna let out a huffy breath before brushing past Harry over to the coffee carafe. She poured herself a mug, eager for something to do with her hands. It also helped that she could hide her discomfort a bit behind the mug.

“I am not totally clear on what was said between you and Severus yesterday,” Harry said gingerly, his eyes soaking in the miniscule tell-tales of nervousness and unease that the blonde revealed. “Nor do I really care. I know that whatever words were spoken were spoken between friends, friends who love each other. You need to know that nothing has changed.”

Luna looked up at Harry, her eyes darting between him and her mug skittishly, before nodding at his words. She was glad to hear that what had been revealed to Severus had not ended their friendship. She valued that above all else, which was the reason she had been so adamant to hide her feelings over the years. She still couldn’t quite figure out where she had slipped. All night she had tossed and turned in bed, reliving the short exchange between herself and Severus, trying desperately to find the answer. It never came. All that came was more shame that she had been caught coveting her friend’s husband and children.

“Luna? Please, say something,” Harry implored, his eyes steadily raking over the blonde, drinking in the sight of her. It was all he could do not to rip that robe off her body and splay her across the table top for his pleasure. Later for that, he thought as his cock gave a slight twitch at the possibility.

“I don’t know what I should say, Harry,” Luna said softly, sitting her mug down on the table with a trembling hand. Gods, how could she have been so careless.

“I’m sorry for any discomfort I have caused Severus. I never meant…what I mean is I didn’t think…oh, bollocks. What I want to say is that, well, I had always hoped my private feelings would go unnoticed. You must know, Harry, that I would never do anything to come between you and Severus. Never,” Luna said with fearful eyes, afraid that Harry would not believe her.

“I’m happy for you… for you both. You’re all so happy. It’s great. Really,” she added with a wan smile.

Watching the blonde fidget like a first year under McGonagall’s reprimand, Harry was even more drawn to her. Her long hair was caught in a rather messy braid, which hung down her back. Harry had to fight the urge to spin her around and undo it, allowing the platinum blonde locks to cascade down like a waterfall. Her eyes were still puffy from sleep and carried the haze drowsiness; her lips, pale pink and void of any cosmetics, were pouty and full. He could almost remember the slightly sweet taste of her as he watched her tongue dart out to moisten them. This was his Luna, stripped bare emotionally and vulnerable. Even in her distress she made Harry feel some how calmer, like his blood had gone placid as the water in a pond.

“Are you? Happy?” Harry asked, giving Luna a rare calculating glance over.

Luna opened her mouth to tell a cheerful, breathy lie, but found her voice refused to emerge from behind the lump in her throat.

Before she could react, Luna found herself pulled into a tight hug. She tensed as Harry wrapped her up in his muscular arms, trying desperately not to sway as her face was pressed to the underside of Harry’s jaw. She could smell his aftershave. It was a soft, masculine scent, like steeped cloves combined with the faint odor of roasted coffee. It was heady and being so close to him made her nipples peak.

“No, you could never come between Severus and I,” Harry whispered into the crown of her head, before planting a kiss there. “But, you could join us. You could be happy.

Luna went still as a statue in Harry’s embrace. For a moment she thought her mind was playing tricks on her. Then, Harry dropped his hand to her lower back before smoothing his palm over the curve of her ass. Before she knew better, Luna felt her own pelvis pushing forward against Harry’s thigh, as a tiny shiver ran down the length of her spine.

“No,” she managed to whimper, just as Harry’s hand was making a second pass across her buttocks. Even as she said it, she knew it was a lie. She could feel her genitals swell with arousal, wetness already beginning to collect between her legs.

Harry stopped his caresses and pulled back, maintaining his hold on the blonde by grabbing her by both biceps. “No?”

“I can’t. Severus,” Luna said, her voice filled with anguish, as she looked down at the floor, wishing with all her heart that hell would open up and claim her now.

Harry was so close and she wanted him so much— had for so long. Every time she saw Gabe, with that Potter smile and Lily’s eyes, it was all she could do not to think of Harry. She found no sexual attraction to Gabe of course, but the mere sight of him had her mind drifting off into remembered encounters with his look-a-like father. Every encounter between she and Harry was burned into her soul, into her heart. She had replayed each one lovingly a thousand times over the years, bringing herself to orgasm with remembered bliss. In the aftermath, her skin flushed and sweaty from the release, she would feel incredible shame at having done so. Severus deserved her loyalty; she had to live up to the trust the man had so easily placed in her.

“Severus knows. I know. The only one still in denial is you,” Harry said, releasing his hold on the blonde.

Luna gaped at Harry’s words. It was insanity to believe Severus had honestly accepted Harry’s supposed need for a secondary mate. Oh, sure, she knew all about the Amoral side of Harry, but she also knew it was not as critical as his choosing a primary mate. Secondary subs could be avoided if an Amoral truly wanted to do so.

“The Severus Snape I know would skin a first year that dared touch his monogrammed potion stirrer. Your efforts to convince me that he’d willingly share his spouse and his home is a pitiful play on your part, Harry,” Luna challenged.

“Come back with me and I’ll prove it to you,” Harry replied confidently.

Luna gave a frustrated growl. She would not betray Severus this way. She would not accept Harry’s invitation, as appealing as it was. No matter what Harry implied about Severus’ supposed acceptance of her as an addition to their bed, she couldn’t help but feel as though the older wizard’s agreement had been given begrudgingly. She knew Severus likely accepted Harry’s need for a secondary mate simply out of deference to his dominant. She knew because she would have done the same had she been in his place. It was an easy choice to make: accept another and keep your lover, or throw a fit and lose a perfect love…a perfect life.

“You don’t understand!” Luna yelled, her voice uncharacteristically loud. “How can you be so cruel?”

‘’Cruel? What do you mean?”

“You can come here, when I am at my most vulnerable, and use my twisted longing for you, a married man, to betray not only Severus, but to get me to do so as well? I never thought you would do something like this.”

“I am doing nothing but what my nature and my heart dictates. You once told me that my heart was where my strength lay. That it was my heart that made me the type of man you wanted for a friend… a lover. Well, my heart has not changed. Tell me, do you still want it?”

“Don’t. Ask. Me. That.” Luna growled. “Just don’t.”

“But I am.”

“Harry. Gods, I’m so lost. I…I don’t feel I belong anymore,” Luna said before letting out a large, anguished breath. She dropped her head to her hands and turned her back to Harry, her shoulders drooping with the weight of distress.

Harry came up behind the weeping blonde and wrapped his arms around her small frame. “You belong with me,” he whispered in her ear before slipping his tongue out to suckle the delicate lobe.

“You belong with us. All of us,” he added, before interlocking the fingers of one of his hands with the small, soft fingers of the petite woman.

“You belong surrounded by two men who love you, and chasing behind two unruly boys who light up like fireworks at the sight of you,” Harry said while rubbing soothing circles across the flat plane of her abdomen. “You belong heavy with my offspring.”

As Luna sniffed and began to tremble, Harry kept speaking softly into her ear, careful to put no space between his groin and her backside. He wanted to feel her and for her to feel him. He was quite aware of his ability to affect the blonde, and he had every intention of putting as many types of pressure on her to give in as he could. And he knew as sure as he knew that magic was real that Luna could not deny his sensual advances.

“I’ve missed you,” Harry said in his deepest, most erotic voice.

“I’ve missed you here,” he said placing a kiss to the pulse point of her neck.

“And I’ve missed you here,” he whispered as he palmed the soft, fleshy mound of her breast through the robe.

“And, I’ve missed you here,” he added softly, snaking their entwined fingers down to slip past the folds of her robe and to cup the now moist pubic hair of her mons. Hearing her gasp in shock, Harry slid his longest finger past her own and into the wet folds of her vagina, groaning roughly as he came into contact with the slick evidence of Luna’s arousal. He sought out the small, hooded nub of Luna’s clitoris, rubbing it painstakingly slow in a clockwise motion, causing the blonde’s breath to hitch and her ass to involuntarily press back against his hardening cock.

“Tell me, Lunes. When was the last time someone made you cry?” Harry teased with a smirk on his lips.

With those words Luna’s passion was ignited. The cobwebs that had formed in the rawest part of her libido were swept away as the blinding rush of pure physical need took hold of her senses. The conflicting emotions that had dominated her mind for the past twenty-four hours faded into the background as Harry’s continued ministrations between her legs brought forth a red haze of want. Unclear, uncaring, un-hinged—the moment Harry invaded the folds of her robe she was lost…and she knew it.

Harry continued to finger her clitoris, paving the road to damnation on which there was no exit. Even in the midst of her keening moans of rapture, her heart felt as though it were being singed from the inside out, burning a hole in her chest that would allow all to see the congealed, black mass of her deepest, darkest desires.

It took mere minutes of precision stroking and jiggling of her pleasure button for Harry to bring her to a screeching orgasm, which ripped through her body like a tidal wave. Her svelte limbs seized like those of an epileptic when her climax erupted, fluid gushing down her thighs and coating Harry’s palm, as her knees went weak like a newborn lamb’s. If not for Harry’s tight grip around her waist she would have surely crumpled to the floor like a paraplegic. Tears streaked down her cheeks as she sobbed in ecstasy.

Harry held her upright, cooing lovingly into her ear as the aftershocks of a powerful orgasm tapered off. “There, there. That’s my good girl,” he said, petting the outer lips of her wet cunt as though she were a kitten, listening with his eyes closed as Luna let out gut-wrenching sobs brought on by intense pleasure.

As her breath steadied and the fog of lust cleared the reality of what had just transpired hit Luna like a ton of bricks. She wrenched her body away from Harry as though he were a demon looking to possess her.

“No,” she whispered in a horrified tone, looking at Harry with wide frightened eyes. “No. No. No. Oh Gods. No!!”

Harry made to step towards her again, but Luna unleashed a wave of wild magic, knocking him off his feet and onto his ass.

“We betrayed him! He will never forgive us,” Luna hissed, her blue-green eyes dark and stormy, clouded by guilt and anger over what she had allowed herself to partake in.

“Lunes, stop fighting this. Don’t fight me. You’ll lose,” Harry said through clenched teeth, fully aware that he was pushing harder than he probably should given Luna’s emotionally confused state.

“I won’t be your plaything, Harry. Forget about it. Go home, where you belong,” Luna shouted, her magic whipping around the small home frenziedly, upturning small bric-a-brac and floating loose paper around.

“You belong there too. You know it, way down deep. I want you; you want me. Do you doubt I can make you happy?”

Luna’s rage seemed to calm a measure as Harry’s question connected to the analytical part of her brain. She looked at the handsome wizard, the man she had loved for more than a decade and thought about all they had been to one another, all they have survived together. They had gone from children to adults together. Had seen death and war up close; had held one another through nightmares and sadness and grief. They had shared a passion that burned so hot it threatened to incinerate them both. They had parted and come back together too many times to count, steady companions in a changeable, fickle world. Yet, here they were, in a tug of war over something that they both wanted, but one of them felt they could not rightfully have.

“You could make me happy, Harry. Of that I have no doubt, but would you trade my happiness for his?” Luna asked, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. She just could not believe Harry could be so careless with Severus’ love. How could she ever look her friend in the eye again; or the boys for that matter, when she knew just moments before she had gone willingly, lustfully into sexual release due to the attentions of their father.

“No, I wouldn’t. I am not seeking to replace my husband, but I am seeking another mate. The Amoral in me senses the need. I am not asking you to be a toy to be used for Severus and my pleasure. I am asking you to…come home. Where you belong.”

“You should go,” Luna said quietly, stepping aside warily so that the path to her Floo was clear.

Harry rose from the floor and headed towards the fireplace. He palmed a few pinches of powder and stepped into the grate. Before he tossed it, he looked at Luna, who was clutching her robe tightly together as though chilled and gave a small smile.

“When you’re ready, we will be waiting,” he said sternly, before tossing the powder and yelling the address for the farmhouse.

As the green flames died down from Harrys departure, Luna ran a shaking hand down the length of her messy braid, before she collapsed onto the floor, tears not of pleasure but of confusion and shame wracking her body. The fluids of her orgasm cooled between her thighs, leaving her feeling sticky and painfully aware that she very possibly had just committed an act from which there could be no turning back.

A/N: Shall I continue with this...or would you rather eat runny eggs with a fork?