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Luna Explores	By : Aarden_Fluvier Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 17445 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Two weeks passed, and the plan was ready.  Today was the beginning of the end for Umbridge.   Neville had thought hard about his plan.  But while exercising his brain, he had realized something stupidly simple.   Umbridge was so magically weak it would be very easy to capture her, provided she did not have too many protective goons.   Fred had spent some time surveying Umbridge’s movements to and from the Ministry.  She had discovered that Umbridge did live alone, and where she lived.  Her goons escorted her home, and there were some wards around the property, but they were weak and easy to circumvent.   Umbridge was a sitting duck.     Umbridge was as stupid as she was vindictive.  As always, a marvelously detailed plan was formulated – step 1: go to Umbridge’s house, step 2: abduct Umbridge, step 3: return with Umbridge.   Even Fred had given up asking for more detailed preparation!
Very late in the night, Harry (selected as he was the most magically competent of the four when it came to offensive and defensive spells) snuck out of the castle to the Forbidden Forest where he was again met by Fred.  From there, Fred apparated with Harry to Umbridge’s home, a non-descript house deep in a non-descript suburb.   They assessed the wards, and concluded that not only were they weak in most places, they were actually non-existent if you came up under the house.  Umbridge’s weak magical power was very much in their favour as this was probably why she did not realize how exposed she was.   Now Harry knew a rather handy tunneling spell. He had used it on other occasions of secret scouting.    They positioned themselves as close as they could do the wards, and then Harry commenced his spell.  He used rather elaborate wand flourishes, which he later claimed were essential,   but Fred was rather smirking to herself as she watched Harry’s dramatic performance.  At the end, Harry pointed his wand into the ground,  intoned ‘excavatum quietus maximus’ and watched in satisfaction as a tunnel began to magically excavate itself.  “I don’t like the next bit,” whispered Harry, “because we have to crawl through the tunnel and hope it doesn’t collapse.  But once we are in and have Umbridge we can destroy the wards.”   Fred nodded, and followed Harry, head first into the deepening tunnel.  It was cold and dank (magic is a strangely selective tool) and decidedly unpleasant.  But, they just had 10 metres to traverse before they were under Umbridge’s basement and Harry was able to direct them upwards.
Harry added a ‘’Lumos’’ to his spell, and very soon they breached the basement floor and dragged themselves up and onto the cold concrete floor.    Harry and Fred looked about, illuminated by his wand.   Suddenly, Harry was violently retching up the remains of his partially-digested dinner, because, attached to one wall, were the mummified remains of three young people.  Without doubt, the Muggle children Umbridge had murdered for her own gains that they had seen in the picture.  Fred aided Harry to settle, and then suggested to Harry that here was another picture worth taking.  Harry pulled out the magical picture maker  they had for this eventuality, and took a few pictures, making sure the surrounds, identifiable as Umbridge’s basement, were visible.   Harry was all for killing Umbridge here and now, but that would not achieve all of their aims, of course.   With Fred leading, they crept up the concrete steps, reaching a door.  It was locked, but Fred opened it easily with a snap of her fingers.  The house was dark and quiet, very quiet.  Fred applied some of her extra special magic to make them un-noticeable, and next they headed up the stairs.  These were old and wooden, and horribly creaky.  They could only hope Umbridge was a sound sleeper.   At the top of the stairs, Harry again activated a weak Lumos spell.     There were several closed doors, but only one had a pink bow on it.  This was surely Umbridge’s bedroom.   Fred and Harry stopped to assess the door for any magical traps, but it appeared to have none.  Fred whispered, “I will go first.  Stay out of the way of the doorway and do not follow me in until I say so.”  Harry was about to protest this, but Fred just grabbed him hard by his cock and balls to shut him up, and reiterated “do as I say.”  Harry gulped and nodded, and moved to the side of the door.
Fred, small as she was, reached up for the door knob, and turned it slowly.  It was a quiet mechanism, and reached its stop with no noise.  Fred then tested which way the door moved, and then slowly pushed it open.    The sight that greeted was really rather extraordinary.   The room was bathed in a subdued pinky-rose tinted light.  Umbridge was indeed present, in her bed, wearing a pink frilly sleeping mask. Actually, she wasn’t ‘in’ her bed, she was ‘above’ her bed.   And apart from the sleeping mask she was naked, and she was rotating slowly around her long axis, like a twirling cigar. “How remarkable thought Fred,” standing still, because the reason she was rotating was evident.  Once a rotation, a large flexible dildo rose from her bed.  It was timed to rise as her rotation had her facing the bed.   As she reached alignment with the dildo, her rotation slowed, and the dildo worked its way into her well-lubricated cunt.  Then, it pumped her a few times, before retreating out, back into the slot in the bed, and her rotation recommenced.  Complementing this, once her rotation had her bottom facing the bed, the process repeated, this time with an even bigger device that crammed itself into her ass hole for a few pumps.  Repeat.  Fred was truly amazed, what a marvelously complex and elaborate setup.  She wondered who provided the rotation and levitation spell – perhaps it was Madame Sellsit.
In watching this scene for a while, Fred’s caution was temporarily suspended, and she took a step forwards into the room.  Immediately there was a twang, a whoosh and a thunk.    Umbridge did have defenses in her room, just non-magical ones.  Fred had stepped on a pressure pad, and triggered a cross bow to fire.  If it had been Harry, he would be dead with an arrow in his heart.  Fortunately, not being tall, Fred just had a rip in her hat, and the arrow was embedded on some paneling on the other side of the hallway outside Umbridge’s door.  However, the activation of the cross bow had deactivated the rotation-fucking spell, and Umbridge was laying on her bed, blinking sleep from nasty little angry eyes, and ripping the dildo from her fetid ass hole.  By now, Harry had taken action and was standing next to the slightly shocked Fred.   He pointed his wand at Umbridge and incanted a complex binding spell.   The sheet on the bed came to life, and in a trice, Umbridge was bound, legs spread-eagled and secured to the bed’s corner posts.   A trickle of fluid was leaking out of her puffy slit – she had certainly been enjoying her nocturnal stimulation.

Umbridge struggled, and as full consciousness returned, a stream of the most vitriolic bile issued from her mouth.   Harry smiled to himself – he didn’t really care anymore about what they were doing and how. He just wanted Umbridge gone. “If you don’t release me, Luna’s father will die, you will die, you will all die” Umbridge managed to snarl.   Harry opined “Senior Undersecretary, you will keep your filthy mouth shut, your time in power is at an end.  You will kill no more Muggle children, you will no longer terrorize students at Hogwarts, you will no longer be in the Ministry, you will have totally zero magic, and you will have nothing but your own filthy dildos to shove up your holes by your own hand.   You are a total abomination.”   Harry was shaking with anger as Fred snapped her fingers, binding Umbridge’s mouth closed. “Come on Harry, let’s get her out of here.”   Leaving her naked and exposed, Harry modified his spell to release the bed posts, and bind the sheets around her limbs, like a mummy.  Fred then levitated her out of the room and they followed her down the stairs.   They exited the front door until they reached the periphery of the weak wards.   At this point Harry executed the incantation he had prepared, and the wards failed totally.  They were not sure if this would alert anybody – if Umbridge had any sense, they would be connected to someone else magical, but it really didn’t matter – they just needed to depart quickly.  Fred snapped her fingers, and with the usual sound effects, they found themselves in the Forbidden Forest.   Umbridge appeared to be choking on something, so Fred released the binding on her mouth and she spewed forth a stream of noxious hot vomit.   It seems that Fred had failed to adjust the apparition process for Umbridge, although she had done it for Harry – Harry gave her a conspiratorial smile.  After she had finished heaving, Fred resealed her mouth, and they continued to levitate her out of the forest until they reached Hagrid’s hut.  At that point, Fred righted her, and set her on her feet, although they were still bound by Harry’s  spell and the sheets.
Hermione was waiting for them outside Hagrid’s hut.  By now it was deep and dark in the early hours of the morning.   But despite that, and as she hugged him, Harry noticed that Hermione seemed a bit disheveled.  He doubted she had managed to go to sleep first, and was pondering her state when Hagrid appeared out of his front door.  “Hello Harry, hello Fred.  Well thanks for visiting with Madrigan and me Hermione,  glad we could help calm you.”   Now it was clear why Hermione was in the state she was in.  She had clearly been engaging in sex with Hagrid and Madrigan.   Harry’s cock started to fill with blood at the thought of it, he’d never been a part of any of Hagrid’s naughty shenanigans, he was not really too sure he wanted to be, after the descriptions Luna had provided.      Hermione felt his penis push against her – “later Harry, I will tell you all about it, she breathed into his ear.”  Harry had many weak spots, but his ear was a major erogenous zone, and Hermione was being very mean teasing him.   Well, he’d get her back later, and made do with a quick grab of her tasty little bottom under her skirt.   There he found that she seemed to have misplaced her underwear, and that her ass was covered in still sticky fluids.  His cock surged hard against his pants, and he was ready to drag her to the log pile and fuck her.  However, Fred was watching all of this by play (as was Umbridge), and she intervened, grabbing Harry in her favourite place to get his attention.  “Come on Harry, Hermione’s pussy isn't going away, but for now, we need to continue with the plan don’t we.”   Harry eventually managed to get past his raging hormones and immediate physical need, and disengaged from a totally smirking Hermione.   “Come on Harry, let’s get her inside.”  With that, she teased him some more, walking towards Umbridge and hiking her skirt up as she walked.   No matter the situation, it seemed there was always time to show one’s pretty bottom to an admirer or two.
By now Umbridge’s rage was at its maximum.  Not only was she helpless, she wasn’t even the centre of attention as this disgusting teen-aged witch and wizard flirted overtly sexually with each other.   Umbridge managed some  more ill-sounding filth as Hermione approached her.  Hermione stood in front of her, breathing hard.  Now that she was within Umbridge’s personal space, all the anger she had been feeling for months came raging out.  Strangely, it did not manifest magically. An older human urge took over and Hermione simply punched the still tied up Umbridge.  She punched her directly in the face, causing her nose to immediately erupt with a geyser of blood.   Hermione, now in a total rage, continued to assault Umbridge, kicking her hard several times in her cunt, and then kneeing her as hard as she could in the stomach, and finally punching her in the face a few more times, just because she could.
Harry and Fred were a bit shocked, but made no attempt to stop Hermione. She was doing what they all felt.   Umbridge collapsed to the ground, screaming in pain. But Hermione wasn’t finished with her.  She kicked her some more, making sure her pointed shoes connected well with her ass hole. She hoped she was ripping it to shreds.   Umbridge screamed some more,  pleading for Hermione to stop.  “What’s the matter Umbridge, don’t you like how I’m treating you?” screamed Hermione as she squatted over Umbridge’s face and released a fast jet of piss into her bruised and bloodied face.  Apart from the humiliation, the slightly acidic liquid stung mightily in her cuts, and she cried and screamed some more.   Hermione then sat her ass down on Umbridge’s face, right over her broken nose.  “You are lucky my bowels are not full bitch or I’d be filling your mouth with shit as well.”   She continued to sit, smothering Umbridge with her ass and cunt, until Umbridge started to kick and struggle, desperate for air.   Hermione showed no signs of moving, and suddenly it dawned on Fred and Harry that she didn’t care at all.   Harry ran over to them, and carefully squatted behind Hermione, reaching around her with his arms to lift her off Umbridge.  Umbridge gasped in a huge volume of air, choking and rasping and retching.  Hermione had just been a few seconds away from killing her.  At first Hermione fought Harry, but then she just screamed tears of rage into his chest and allowed him to hold her.  He held her for a very long time.
“Come Miss Hermione, Master Harry,” said Fred.   We are done here for now.  Let’s get Umbridge to the hiding place.   Harry, also very visibly upset, sniffing, nodded to Fred.  “OK Fred, let’s do it.  Hermione, where are we taking her,” he asked gently.  Hermione, all signs of the rage gone from her, replied “where else, the Room of Requirements.”      Fred reapplied the levitation and muting spells to Umbridge, and they set off.  The pain Umbridge was in reminded them of why they were there.  At the castle doors, Hedwig greeted them, and nipped Harry on his ear.  Fortunately, when Hedwig nibbled his ear, it did NOT excite Harry!   “Hello Hedwig, beautiful girl,” crooned Harry.   “OK off you go, tell Neville and Luna to meet us at the secret passage and let us in.”   Hedwig hooted happily, and flapped off.  Fred, Hermione and Harry headed around to the back of the castle, Umbridge floating ahead of them,  to the secret passage and waited.  It seemed an eternity, but eventually the rocks in the wall groaned, and a stone door suddenly swung open.  There were Neville and Luna, as arranged.   Hermione, as always planting little memory flags in her brain, noted that it was truly remarkable how well their plan was unfolding.   If Luna and Neville were shocked at the state of Umbridge, they did not comment.  “Follow us,” Luna said unnecessarily, and they all headed off into the castle body.   Neville was walking up the front with Harry and Fred, Luna at the rear with Hermione.  Umbridge was floating along in the middle.
“Hermione, why is Umbridge so injured?”, Luna quizzed her friend.   “Oh she must have tripped over at some point,”  said Hermione airily, reliving the delights of kicking the fuck out of Umbridge.   But Luna was not so easily deceived.  She took hold of Hermione, and pushed her against a darkened wall.   Although Hermione was usually the more sexually assertive of the two, she did love it when Luna became dominant.   “Tell me the truth Hermione,” breathed Luna, her body pressed up hard against Hermione’s, their breasts mashed against each other.   “I told you, she must have fallen,” huffed Hermione.  “Come on, we are getting left behind.”  “Not until you tell me the truth, Hermione Grainger,  the most gorgeous girl ever to be at Hogwarts.”  Luna loved Hermione with a very strong passion, and she was pretty sure Hermione had caused the damage to Umbridge, probably as a response to her vile acts, especially those committed against Luna.   She held Hermione’s head in her hands, and as she kissed her, murmured “mmmmm tell me what you did.”   Hermione melted against her, nobody, certainly not her, could resist Luna when she kissed you like this.
The tears streamed down her face, splashing hot onto Luna’s cheeks as she cried quietly “I was so scared for you Luna, and after Umbridge attacked you, I kind of lost it.”   Luna continued to kiss her, her tongue urgently exploring Hermione’s, just like she was exploring her pussy.     “I’ll say you lost it,” said Luna, as she pushed her crotch against Hermione’s and deepened their embrace,  rousing all of Hermione’s senses with her passion.     By now Hermione was lost in Luna’s love and passion, and the truth was revealed. “I tried to kill her,” she sobbed between kisses and the pulsating clutching of her pussy as Luna ground against her.   “I tried to kill her.  In fact I would have if Harry hadn’t stopped me.”  Luna said nothing, but her innate magical sexuality flared, as she realized the depth of her bond with Hermione.    A sex-energy glow started to extrude from Luna’s body.  Every square cm of her skin was emitting a deep yellow/red glow, and slowly it developed, beginning to touch Hermione.   Hermione, recognizing it for what it was, simply accepted Luna’s magical embrace and allowed her energy field in.  Every square cm of *her* skin received Luna’s sex/love and the two of them became inextricably linked.   Neither was shocked or frightened, it seemed a natural state for them to be in, their trust in each other was absolute.   It seemed to Luna that through the link, she could see the images that Hermione saw as she had attacked Umbridge, and that they were now as much her responsibility as Hermione’s.  It was shared, it was mutual, and Hermione felt safe.

Luna’s physical and magical embrace continued, as Hermione’s internal state of chaos subsided, and she accepted what she had done.  At that moment, Luna’s sex energy transformed itself, starting to pulsate and strengthen exactly where their pussies were slowly grinding against each other.   Luna synced her hips with the energy, and as she pushed against Hermione, her tongue fucked Hermione’s mouth (she wished she had a centaur tongue) and the sex energy fucked Hermione’s pussy.  It was as if Luna’s sex-energy was a living dildo, because Luna could feel every sensation as the energy flowed in and out of Hermione’s vagina.   Hermione just clung on to Luna, allowing her to magically fuck her, pushing back onto Luna’s energy cock.   The energy cock, as it invaded her, expanded to fill all of her cavity, it flowed past her cervix and filled her womb, before falling back as Luna hips rotated around.    Hermione’s entire being was being fucked, her brain, her physical body and her magical self.   This was like no other experience that either of them had ever had.   Luna, forever in the moment, started to grind more urgently against Hermione,  her brain by now fully disconnected from the experience, she was so completely ‘in her body’ (and Hermione’s!) and the intensity of the sensations in her energy cock were so extreme that quickly, and then uncontrollably, the cock ‘climaxed’.    Luna never really did know exactly what it did, but the energy cock erupted inside Hermione, Luna pressed as hard against her friend as possible.   It pulsed and throbbed and spewed magical ‘semen’ into every part of Hermione’s pussy and womb.  Hermione just screamed out in ecstasy, her being totally connected to Luna as the sex magic washed through her.  And then darkness.

“Hermione, Luna, can you hear me? Hello? Wake up?”.   Hermione’s eyes slowly fluttered open,  and in front of her, dimly illuminated was Fred.   Luna was lying against her, still unconscious on the floor, her body still suffused in a gentle after-glow.    “Fred, hi, umm… we…, oh” stammered Hermione.  Fred took her in her arms, easing Luna to one side, and helped her stand up, somewhat unsteadily.   “It’s OK Hermione, I can see from that glow around Luna’s body, what has happened.   We can talk about it later if you want, but we House Elfs have known for  a long time that Luna had this kind of ability, although she didn’t.”  Fred snapped her fingers, and Luna started to rouse.  As she awakened, the remains of her sex-magic aura dissipated, and Luna returned fully to consciousness.   She blinked, smiled at Hermione and Fred, and said “I must be related to Madame Sellsit or something, for that to happen!  Do you remember Hermione, when we fucked Garis in the library, how some sex magic occurred then ?  But I always felt I had something more in me, but I had no idea what!”  Fred helped her up, “come, we must catch up with the others,  as, in case you had forgotten, our work is not yet quite done. We will discuss all that has just happened at a later time.”  Hermione kissed Luna briefly, but tenderly, gave Fred a hug, and they were off.
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