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Evactuation of the Flumpawumps	By : lineape1 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Luna Views: 74833 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Flumpawumps 2: Return of the wumpsucker.

He lazily looked down at his food.
Some eggs and a few strips of bacon. Boring.

Nothing
like her breakfast.

Over the meal, he had taken a few
surreptitious looks over to the Ravenclaw table. He
took note of her... unusual... meal.

It started with a flapjack, which was then topped with a few slices of bacon. Then four sliced
strawberries. Syrup. A few large
dollops of oatmeal. Followed by a slice of cheese, and then finally
topped with another flapjack.

Watching her from afar, Harry
watched her as she then proceeded to pick up her culinary monstrosity and eat
it as a sandwich. He stared at her hands holding the flapjack-strawberry-thing.
He shifted his gaze to her mouth; It was hard to
imagine that less than a few hours previous that same mouth had been... and
those hands...

It must have been a dream. Things
like that just don't happen in real life.

The young man was jolted from those
thoughts with a large displacement of weight on the bench and a powerful slap
along his back.

"Hey mate!" his redheaded
friend said, "Wanna go flying after
breakfast?" Taking a look at the nearest communal
food dish, he then shouted "Oh! Strawberries!"

While watching his friend gorge
himself on his breakfast would be just oh-so-fun, Harry quickly returned his
gaze to the girl across the room.

In his absence, she had put down her
meal. Looking at her arm he saw why; a long bead of
syrup had slowly crept down the inside edge of her arm. Careful not to blink,
he watched as she run her tongue down the length of her arm. She then did so
again. Wow. Watching her prepare to make another run, he was
once again interrupted by his roommate.

"Hey Harry!" Ron said,
pointing at the place where Harry had just been looking, "Look at that nutter! What the hell is she eating?"

Looking back, he once again saw her
with the sandwich-which-shall-not-be-named back between her hands.

"Anyways mate, what about a
nice little fly?" Ron said, mouth open and
spitting pieces of egg as he spoke, "I could be keeper and you could fire
a few shots at net. What ya say?"

But Harry's eyes had never left Luna.
Glancing up from her meal, she locked eyes with him for a few seconds; tilting
her head to the left. Breaking eye-contact, she
resumed eating her... thingy.

Standing, and thankful that his
baggy robes did an adequate job of concealing his lower half, he turned to his
neighbor and said "Sorry Ron, but I have a, uh, essay to write."

Walking along the table, he chanced
another glance at the girl and saw her licking the last of her meal off her
fingers. Letting out a groan, Harry quickened his pace out of the great hall,
and then turned a few corners.

The Room of Requirement would be a good place go to right about now. It was still early, so
it would most definitely be empty. He desperately needed an empty room at this
moment. Empty so he could...

His thoughts slowly drifted to
breakfast, or rather, drifted to the girl licking syrup from her arm. Instantly
his thoughts returned to the previous night; dream or
not, her licking the syrup made him think of when she was licking his...

"Okay!" he grunted,
"Room of Requirement, here I come."

"Why the Room of
Requirement?" asked a quiet voice from behind his back.

Harry quickly turned and let out a
yelp. His surprise further punctuated with a frightened hop.

"Luna!" he said, eyes
darting to her still moist hands and arm.

"Hello Harry." She
replied, "What kind of room do you require?"

"Um, I need a room to,
uh..." he stuttered, looking everywhere but in her eyes. Glancing again at
her hands, his mind was instantly regaled with flashes
of their previous encounter. Giving his head a light shake in an attempt to
clear his mind, he then said, "Is there something I can help you with
Luna?"

"Oh, not at all Harry,"
she said.

Lightly shifting his legs in an attempt
to further conceal his downstairs problem, his pants caught on his robes, and
they suddenly were left open. His tented pants were in
full view.

Glancing down for a moment, she
suddenly looked him straight in the eye, and said, "Oh, do you you have an erection Harry?"

With his face turning an impressive
shade of red, he stammered, "Uh, no! Of course
not!"

"Oh, fooey!"
she replied, "I was hoping for another chance to preform
fellatio."

His eyes, which at the time were
roaming over a particularly large portrait, quickly snapped towards hers.

It wasn't a
dream! Last night she really... Bloody
hell!

As a response to this revelation,
his little downstairs problem started to go... upstairs. Stammering through
another reply, Harry said, "Well I uh, I need to, uh, go somewhere right
now."

"Are you sure Harry?" She
asked, grabbing his shoulder as he attempted to walk away, "Flumpawumps are known to make young men stammer amongst
girls, and we can't let that happen," Looking him dead in the eye, she
then said, "Would you like me to give you another blow-job Harry?"

At this point, Harry could hear the
blood pumping in his ears.

"Would you like me to follow
you up to the Room of Requirement?" she asked, lightly squeezing his
shoulder, "Masturbation will only lead to a resurgence
in flumpawumps."

Harry, at a loss for words, just
dumbly nodded his head and continued his trek up to the seventh floor.

"Oh good!" she said,
"Maybe this time when you ejaculate I will be able to swallow the whole load."
She turned to follow him and went along with a skip.

Nearing the corridor, she once again
started to speak, "Most students have their sexual encounters in a broom
closet while at Hogwarts," she said, doing a spin between skips,
"Perhaps the room should become a broom closet?"

Still as nervous as possible, he
replied, "Maybe..."

Taking his reply in stride, she
continued, "If the room is to become a broom closet, then why not just go
to a broom closet? I hear they have a nice pine smell."

Glancing back at her he said,
"Well, we're here."

"Well, I guess a room that
magically gives you whatever you want will be a viable substitute to a broom
closet," she said with a small pout, "but will it have a pine
smell?"

With a quiet chuckle, he paced three
times and watched as a door appeared.

Stepping through the door, she was
quickly surprised to smell...

"Pine! What a wonderful room! Aside the lack of brooms or a
tightly confining space, you could almost imagine you were in a real broom
closet!"

Closing the door behind him, he
turned to her and mumbled, "So uh... what should I, er..."

"See, if we were in a broom
closet, there would only be only be a few possible
positions where I could pleasure you. You wouldn't have nearly as many choices,
but now there are so many..." walking to the center of the room she turned
and said, "Come Harry, we'll start on the chesterfield, it seems like a
good place for me to suck on your penis," she continued to walk, "Oh,
look! The room provided me with a shaggy carpet so that my knees will be
comfortable; how thoughtful!"

Gathering his gryffindor
qualities, Harry walked to the sofa and sat quietly. Looking to Luna, he saw
that she was already kneeling before him.

She slowly ran her hands over his
thighs, starting from the knee and working her way upwards. A hand lightly
grazed the tent that was his pants, but then she moved her hands to his hips
and pulled him closer to the edge. Lightly running a hand up his inner thigh,
she then moved it to his bulging member and gave it a light squeeze through the
dense material of his pants.

Removing her gaze from his groin,
she looked up. "Your penis is quite hard, should I undo your pants and
release it?" she asked, giving it another light squeeze, "It's
probably quite painful."

Moaning from the contact, Harry
nodded his head almost immediately. She took that as a yes, and within moments she had removed his belt and undid the button on his
pants. Slowly removing the zipper with one hand, she rubbed him through his
pants with the other. Giving his pants a pull, he raised his bottom lightly to
help her progress.

With his pants off, Luna returned
her attention to his throbbing member. She gripped him through the material of
his boxers, and bent over to lightly kiss the tip.
Letting go, she slid her hands to his waistband and
gave it a tug. Knowing the drill, he raised him bum to accommodate.

Sitting there bare from the waist
down Harry was stuck with a terrifying thought. She had only seen him in the
dark! What if she thought he was small and laughed?!
What if she walked away and told everyone the boy-who-lived was tiny below the
belt?!

As if sensing his fears, she gripped
his member and said, "You have a lovely penis Harry, and I like what
you've done with your pubic hair; I don't fancy needing a
floss afterwards."

Kissing the tip, she grabbed his
snake and pumped her hand a few times. Giving Harry a small smile, she then
engulfed his chap in her mouth. Applying suction, she slowly moved up and down
his member; twirling her tongue as she went. With her hands free, she roamed
his body. First his thigh, then his hip, and then her hands drifted under his
shirt and slid over his abdomen.

She was not the only one with
roaming hands. Letting out a loud grunt, he placed one hand on the back of her
head; moving his hand in time with her constant rhythm. A few load slurps were heard as she bobbed her head back and forth. Pulling
back she then licked her hand and placed it on his chum
and proceeded to milk him rather forcefully. He gasped at her pace.

Looking back up she said, "You
know Harry, we never talk." Slowing her pace a touch, she then asked,
"What new with you Harry?" She than looked back at his cob and gave
it a slow lick from base to tip, she then went back to milking him dry with her
hand. Her off hand slid to his bottom and gave it a little squeeze.
"Harry?" She asked.

Clearing the cobwebs, Harry waited a
tic before responding, "Well, currently I'm having a... flumpawump?" looking to her for confirmation, and
seeing a nod, he continued, "I'm having flumpawumps
removed. And what going on with you Luna?"

"Well, I'm removing those flumpawumps you mentioned, but that not what I meant. How
are you? How are classes?"

Groaning from her most recent
ministrations, he asked, "Is this really the time for this conversation
Luna?"

"I was only trying to make smalltalk Harry, there's no need to get testy." she
said, as she ran a finger over his crown, "Oh! Testicles!"

Moving her head down to his stones,
she then placed one in her mouth and applied a light bit of suction,
all the while she continued to rub him furiously.

While one hand was busy, the other
drifted to the back of his thigh. She stroked the back of his thigh, continuing
down to the back of his knee, and then rubbed down his calve.

Removing her mouth from one sack,
she then went and licked the other. The lick turned upwards and eventually she
was back to his equipment and she gave the tip a powerful suck. Pushing her
head forward as much as possible, she felt him hitting the back of her thought.
Making a gagging noise she slowly dragged her head
back, lightly grazing his member with the top row of her teeth.

Looking up, she said, "Well,
I'll need to work on that; can't have me gagging every time I try that."

Putting her mouth back to work,
Harry let out a whimper. It felt so damn good! But he
knew it was going to come to an end soon. Pressure started building and he knew
that he had just moments 'til climax.

"Luna, I'm coming!" he
cried, closing his eyes for a moment.

Taking her mouth from his member,
she then started rubbing him back and forth at a very high pace. Aiming his
member away from her mouth, a slick stream of liquid splashed onto her face
running from her forehead to the tip of her nose. And then
another, on her left cheek, and then one last burst directly into her mouth.
Taking his rod into her mouth she continued to suckle
for a long moment, one of her hands at the base, and the other running circles
on his heavily breathing chest.

Waiting a moment to look at his
member, she then said, "Oh fooey! I forgot to
swallow all of your semen!"

As if to prove her statement, she
then moved a hand to her forehead and wiped a good bit of cum onto her hand.
Looking at the gooey substance for a moment, she put her hand to her mouth and
proceeded to tentatively lick the stuff off. Repeating
the process, she spent a good minute or so cleaning her face.

Sitting on the chesterfield, Harry
tilted his head back and let out a loud sigh. His chest
raising and falling quickly.

"So... you have to do this
again because you didn't, um, swallow?" he asked watching as she cleaned
her hand.

Pausing her clean-up,
she said, "Oh no, I swallowed. I just didn't
manipulate your penis to shoot directly into my mouth. That's the important
part." Licking her hand again, she then stopped to say, "And now that
you ejaculated onto my face, the chumbawumbas are
going to be drawn to me; oh whatever shall I do?"

Harry saw the look of sadness on her
face. "Chumbawumbas?
What are those?" he asked, "Is there anything I can do?"

She turned her head to the left and
sighed. "I just couldn't ask you to help."
she said.

"Whatever it is, I'll do it!
It's the least I can do with all you've done!" he replied.

"Well... okay Harry." she
said, pausing for effect, "I need you to perform cunnilingus on
me..."

AN: Its
fun writing Luna. Personally, I like to write her as
if she were a female version of Albus Dumbledore...
who was high on mushrooms... and horny... Well spoken, but speaking of strange
things.

And my Harry is just oh so gullible...
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