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Luna Lovegood, Or How I Learned to Stop Worrying	By : FiendishObservationalComic Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Luna Views: 133672 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 13
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and make no profit from this story, if I did it would have taken place at a magic high school where everyone was fucking. Also if I did I would be JK Rowling and I'm pretty sure I'm not British... yet

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The sound of soft, joyful humming filled the Ravenclaw dorms this morning, the tune surprising those who heard it, especially given how infamously high strung Ravenclaws were. However, even more shocking than the humming itself, was its source. The tune came from Luna as she was returning from the showers; hair still damp and smelling of honeysuckles and strawberries. While gloomy was not the first word that people usually used to describe her, this level of emoting was something her roommates were unaccustomed to seeing from her. To say she was hard to read would be an understatement, and her odd behavior often left her roommates wondering if she had normal feelings at all. She rarely appeared stressed, worried, overwhelmed or even particularly happy, regardless of circumstance. Today, though, she was unquestionably joyful. Even her normally pale skin seemed to have gained a bit more color, a soft pink hue tinting the alabaster for once. Luna’s roommates would never acknowledge it, but they did feel a small amount of envy towards her. Coupled with her weirdness, her flawless skin, delicate features and subtle curves did little to endear her to them. To the contrary, they often motivated the other girls to pick on her in an attempt to provoke a reaction and break through her mask of indifference. Up until this point, every effort had failed.
Were it not for the aggressively vibrant, paisley robe she wore, they might have confused her for a different girl. She kept up the melody the entire time she prepared for the day ahead. Slipping out of the robe, she folded it and put it away revealing her naked body. Luna’s roommates had seen her undressed numerous times, privacy being a luxury when sharing a tiny room with four other girls. Although they noticed that Luna often seemed the most comfortable with disrobing in front of them. Then again this was not the Luna that they had come to expect after years of experience. As she danced around the room to the music she was providing, even they had to admit that this Luna, who naked and cheerfully bustled about her belongings with a slight wiggle in her step, was equal parts adorable and sexy. She rifled through her underwear drawer, already developing plans for Harry and her later that night. Donning her school uniform over the matching blue-grey bra and panties, she moved on to her jewelry box.
While a jewelry box would be what Luna described it as, her roommates always felt that it more closely resembled a large tackle box or toolbox than any container meant for earrings and necklaces. She settled on a pair of silver owls embossed with blue gems for her earrings and her patented butter beer cap necklace. Checking the time, she grabbed her knapsack, which, despite meeting the regulations that Hogwarts had for bags, still managed to convey Luna’s eccentricity. Various buttons and patches peppered the bag. But her favorite was a “Harry Potter Stinks” button that she had charmed to read “Harry Potter Smells Pretty Alright if you Ask Me” though the text, by necessity, was rather small.
Luna checked the time as she grabbed the bag. She was already running a little late, having elected to sleep in and then taking a long shower this morning. This was normal for her on Mondays and she always found that she thought better in the shower. This morning she had a lot to think, and fantasize, about. Two weeks into her fifth year she had gone on her first date, started going out with her crush, kissed a boy for the first time, kissed a girl for the first time, given a blowjob, and had sex. Thinking about it that way, it was a bit overwhelming, especially that last bit, but she was not regretting any part of it. To the contrary, remembering the events of last night had threatened to make her linger even longer during her shower, but she could not indulge herself this morning. She had breakfast plans.
As she made her way out of the dorms, a new thought occupied her. She knew she was going to have to tell Ginny what happened, probably today. She also knew that she would have to tell Harry that she told Ginny. However, that could work to her future advantage if she approached it properly and this thought led to further fantasies.
‘This week I started dating Harry Potter,’ she mused to herself. ‘And for my next trick, I will attempt to pull a threesome out of my hat. Failing that, I’ll settle for anal.’

Walking with Luna back to the Ravenclaw dorms last night, Harry found that they shared a free period directly after breakfast on Mondays. They made the plan to enjoy a late meal together. Mealtimes at Hogwarts ended and began with respect towards the free periods in the schedules of the students. At such a large school, it was the most effective method to cut down on traffic in the hallways preceding and following meals. Being able to sleep in was greatly appreciated, since by the time he finished escorting Luna back to Ravenclaw tower, it was already past three AM. While it is normally a quick jaunt from the library to Ravenclaw Tower, their trip contained several detours into alcoves initiated by even the smallest touch. Despite the late night, upon waking, Harry found himself better rested than he could remember being in ages. He had not started the school year in the best way, but the rapid shift from bloody awful to great over the course of two weeks was a welcome one. Considering his history at the school, Harry could not help but wonder when the other shoe would drop.
‘Who is going to try to kill me this year?’ He thought, then corrected himself ‘Well I know who, so rather, how is Voldemort going to try to kill me this year?’
He considered the question for a time, still lying in bed, but then pushed it out of his head determined to not ruin the wonderful mood he woke up in. A different stress snuck into his mind though. Harry had obsessed a bit over how to break the news of his newly formed relationship to his friends as he got dressed this morning. In the end, he opted not mention it until later. Whether he would ever share his first sexual experience with them was a different question altogether. He went down with them to breakfast, despite having extra time, but did not say much. Anxiety filled him, suspicious that they might notice some visual sign that he was no longer a virgin. However, the only indication that something was different about him, despite the silence, was the wide grin he got every time he remembered the previous night’s activities.
By the time Luna arrived in the dining hall, Hermione and Ron had already left for class and morning “training” respectively. Harry, brightened immediately upon seeing her and waved her over. Luna’s normally dazed look was betrayed by her enthusiasm at seeing her new boyfriend.
“Are you fond of red hair Harry” Luna asked bluntly, as she plopped down next to him at the table.
Harry, who was in the middle of a sip of his orange juice, immediately began coughing when he heard this. A few of the students who were lingering in the hall turned to look at him to determine whether he needed assistance or was just acting crazy; most assumed the latter. Once he had stopped choking, the acid leaving a burning sensation in the back of his throat, he looked back up at her. After all they had been through over the past few days, he had almost forgot that Luna could be a bit, well, Luna.
“Ummm, not particularly,” he croaked, his voice raspy. “But I’m becoming partial to blondes.”
A small smirk played across his face, one he intended to be dashing and sexy but fell quite short. Luna found it adorable regardless and responded with one of her own, which caused his heart to skip a beat. The change in Luna’s appearance was not lost on Harry. There appeared to be more color than normal in her cheeks. The dreamy look was still present, but as opposed to distracted she simply appeared thoughtful to him. Her hair was still slightly damp, but otherwise remained in its normal, frizzy state. He gave her a quick kiss on her cheek, struck by a sudden desire to have contact with her.
“You know Luna, although you are my first girlfriend and I’m no expert. I’m pretty sure that most couples greet each other with, you know, a hello or a kiss or a hug” he said, wryly. “As opposed to hypothetical questions about their favorite physical traits.”
Luna was untroubled by his comment. However, the sudden, open display of affection had taken her by surprise, causing her to turn a little pinker. A shade, which Harry decided, looked wonderful coloring her otherwise pale features. She regained her composure quickly and continued to press on, not one to be easily derailed once she began a train of thought.
“I have always thought red hair looked very, I don’t know, vivid” she added, drawing lazy circles in the air with a fork she had picked up.
“Are you thinking of changing your hair up?” Harry asked, trying to understand where this conversation was going. “I think it looks great the way it is.”
If Harry knew one thing about women, it was that you should always tell them you liked them the way they are. Then again, Harry was finding himself becoming infatuated with many features of Luna that he previously had not considered sexy or conventionally attractive. Her voice, which he once considered to be distant and distracted, now seemed low and sultry. Disheveled, golden-white locks did give her a unique, and admittedly slightly manic, look, but Harry found it suited her. He handed her a large stack of pancakes, a food he knew she fancied.
“Not on me Harry” Luna said, taking the plate, chastising him as though he were a particularly slow student.
“Like on Ron?” Harry asked, through a mouthful of eggs.
She coated her pancakes with a mixture or fresh strawberries, peanut butter and blueberry syrup. Luna had an obvious end point to this conversation and it involved a certain red headed girl they both knew. She was being as direct as possible without outright asking if he found Ginny to be hot. The night she spent with Harry had been at the front of her mind, but the kiss that she shared with Ginny was also occupying a good amount of space. Faintly, she wondered if it was unfair to Harry that she was also fantasizing about Ginny. Though she reasoned she would be okay with him fantasizing about Ginny as well, she could not be sure if her attraction to other girls would be viewed as a negative by Harry.
Despite what people may have thought about her, Luna did not say whatever popped into her mind, she was aware that certain topics should be eased into or outright avoided. Her sexual desires, she figured, was one such subject. There was a huge difference between being the weird girl and being the weird pervert girl, and she was acutely aware of that. She had determined early on, by listening to the conversations her roommates had regarding sex, that she might be slightly kinkier than average. Thus she chose to avoid discussing it with people, except for Ginny, but even the redhead did not know the full extent of Luna’s sexual appetite. Ginny was her best friend and she valued that friendship. Then again, Luna also found her to be a bloody gorgeous.
‘Maybe I’m the one with a thing for redheads’ the thought crossed her mind, then she internally shrugged it away.
She knew others did not share her liberal mindset when it came to good friends engaging in sex. It was something that never made much sense to Luna, especially if the frequency with which her roommates discussed the topic was any indication of their desires. Regardless, she hoped that Harry, and Ginny, would be more open minded. While she was not quite ready to add another person to their sex lives, it was best to start planting the idea in his head early. She would have to work on Ginny later, for now she continued to press ahead.
“More like Ginny,” Luna responded, her words muffled by her breakfast concoction. While her eating habits were not quite as voracious as Ron’s were, in that she used a fork, her immense love of food was obvious.
This elicited another fit of coughing from Harry. He didn’t know where this conversation was going, but was uneasy nonetheless. Was she worried that he was in love with Ginny? Was this a trap? He had not pegged Luna as the jealous type, but she was always hard to read.
‘Though she had been plenty forward last night’, he mused, then chided himself, deciding he needed to remain focused. This had to be a trap. One he needed to defuse carefully.
“Listen Luna, I know I’m with Ginny a lot, but, you know, she’s my best mate’s sister. We never did… I mean I’ve never done anything like…” he was becoming flustered again, much to Luna’s delight, but he continued, his voice lower: “you were my first, you know?”
He punctuated the statement with a hand gesture that could not reasonably be interpreted to mean sex, but Luna understood the significance.
“Harry…” Luna began, turning to face him and placing her delicate hands, a little sticky from the syrup, on his cheeks. “I know you never had sex with Ginny, I was just asking if you liked red hair.”
As their eyes met, he relaxed a little. He found that there was something calming about her gaze. After placing a quick peck on his lips, emboldened by his earlier display of affection, she released his face. He licked his lips, tasting the sweetness that lingered there. A few students noticed their intimacy, causing a few murmurs. But most were accustomed to seeing couples doing much worse in the dining hall so purposely ignored them.
“Well um yeah, I think she… IT looks nice! Her hair. I mean red hair! Red hair looks nice.” he answered, then rapidly changed the subject “I really enjoyed, um, studying with you last night.”
“I did too” she said, satisfied with his clumsy response.
She slid closer to him until their thighs touched and his hand went to Luna’s thigh. She covered his with her own, interlacing their fingers. The temperature in the dining hall seemed to rise several degrees for the two of them.
“It was…” Harry said, unable to conjure up a better description so he settled for the one he’d been using a lot recently: “wow.”
“Yeah” she also searched for words, failed, then added “wow”.
They both laughed but Luna had not forgotten her original train of thought, just resolved to simply bask in the moment. The rest of their breakfast was filled with casual conversation, subtle touching, the sharing of food and spells of spontaneous laughter. For Harry it was a welcome break from all of the stress that the past couple of months, or maybe years, contained. It was a dream come true, in the most unlikely person, a thought which caused him to look over at her again. Luna who, despite eating one of the messiest breakfasts he had ever seen, looked as flawless as a porcelain doll. He just stared at her, and feeling his eyes on her she stopped eating.
“You’re staring Harry” she said, his gaze had caused her to blush again, not looking at him.
‘Why is he so attractive?’ Luna thought, ‘it really makes it hard to focus’.
“It’s just, you’re bloody gorgeous Luna” he said, with a small exhale. “Really bloody gorgeous.”
His hand was on her bare thigh again, higher this time, causing her skirt to ride up. It kept moving up further until she could feel his pinky brushing against the fabric of her panties. Her breath was becoming shallow. Suddenly, Luna found that she was not very hungry, well at least not for food. She checked the time and then licked her lips, removing the small remnants of her breakfast. Harry obviously could not appreciate how hard it was for her not to disappear under the table for a few minutes to give him a breakfast blowjob. She also knew that it would not, or rather she would not let, it end with just a blowjob. Unfortunately, they did not have the time they would need to do anything more than tease themselves further. She felt as though she was being presented with the most unfair dilemma a young, horny Ravenclaw girl could have.
‘Go to class or fuck my boyfriend’, it really was a difficult choice, but she knew there would be time later for the latter.
“We have class soon Harry” she said, it sounding more like a whine than she had intended it to.
“Yeah… Defense against the Dark Arts for me, so I can’t skive off” he said, sighing and slumping over, his hand coming from under her skirt. His forehead hit the wooden table with a dull thud. “At least Ron and Hermione will be there.”
“I have Transfiguration with Ginny next” Luna said, her delicate hand rubbing his back while he stayed slumped over, his arousal rapidly turning into frustrated disappointment. “I haven’t told her about us yet.”
Harry looked up at that and saw the look of worry on Luna’s face. Did she think that he wanted to keep their relationship a secret?
“Well I’m going to tell them later today,” he said, steeling his resolve “no reason to keep it to ourselves, better to have everyone find out sooner, rather than later. They’ll be a little shocked for a bit but…”
He shrugged to finish the point. She smiled weakly at this, his openness about their relationship was great, but she still could not help but fear that, despite the initial blessing, Ginny might be angry. Well it was just one simple hurdle to overcome and, if she had her way, Ginny would be joining them soon enough.
“I’ll probably leave out a few details though,” he said, nudging her playfully with his elbow.
This elicited an even bigger smile from Luna as she rubbed the spot where he prodded her.
“We really need to talk about how rough you are being with me lately, Harry”, she said, putting a pretend frown on. “I’m pretty delicate you know.”
Harry chuckled hard, then snorted, causing him to look around embarrassed, to check if anyone heard it. He had learned recently that Luna was anything but delicate, but her sense of humor was a newer discovery for him.
“We can’t all be big strong, Quidditch captains,” she mused, her hand still rubbing his back, enjoying the feel of his lean muscularity even through his sweater vest.
Her rubbing had gone from comforting to sensual without Harry noticing any transition, and he closed his eyes sighing. This was not helping to console him, only making leaving harder. It seemed criminal to abandon his beautiful, new and apparently hypersexual girlfriend to go and stare at Snape for a whole period. However, an unexcused absence would earn him a week of detention with the professor and that was even less appealing.
“It’s okay Harry, we can ‘study’ again tonight” she said, “although I’d prefer it if we studied in a bed this time. My bum is still a bit sore from the desk.”
“I have to do some inventory for the team after dinner, tryouts for keeper are in two weeks.” Harry said, already looking forward to this evening’s events. “How about nine? The Room of Requirement?”
“Sounds perfect” her voice took on that dreamy, low tone again, a quality which was starting to turn Harry on. “But for now, we have class.”
Harry let out one final sigh and stood up, which required a herculean effort of will at this point. He checked to make sure he was not tenting his slacks. Satisfied that his erection would be as inconspicuous as possible with his robes on, he gave his new girlfriend one final kiss. This one on the lips, and while it was meant to be a quick peck, he found himself lingering. His hands went to the sides of her face and he soon sat back down, the kiss deepening. He really should have known better than to attempt a goodbye kiss. Luna’s lips, were one of her best features, at least in Harry’s opinion. Full, pouty and soft, they were too much for him to break from now that he was experiencing them again.
“GET A ROOM POTTER!” a voice called out from across the dining room and they immediately separated.
Their faces turning red, they looked away from each other a little embarrassed. Harry coughed to break the tension.
“Class?” Harry asked, face hot with embarrassment.
“Class” Luna responded, frowning a bit, placing a hand on his chest. “But tonight…”
She left it at that. This time she was the one to get up and, avoiding another try at a brief goodbye kiss, she walked away, humming softly again. It was hard for Luna as well, but they would both just have to suffer until later that night.

Ginny was already present when Luna arrived to Transfiguration and she waved her over to the seat she had saved. She had chosen to sit in the back so they could chat without being overheard by the teacher.
“So how did the study session go?” Ginny whispered, trying to remain discreet “did you make the chosen one commit?”
“Ahhh” Luna began, hesitating. She was not quite sure how she wanted to break the evening’s events to Ginny. Afraid she would be equal parts disappointed and angry.
“Ahhh what?” Ginny asked in a hushed tone, narrowing her eyes in suspicion. “Luna, I swear if you guys still haven’t gotten together…”
“No” Luna said, waving her hands back in forth in an attempt to placate the redhead, “We are dating…”
“But?” Ginny finished Luna’s sentence before she could, sensing that that wasn’t the end of the story.
“But…” Luna bit her lower lip, this whole experience was making her more nervous than she’d felt in 4 years of classes.
“Ms. Lovegood, Ms. Weasley no chatting back there” Prof. McGonagall called from the head of the class, glaring at them over the rim of her glasses. “Unless there is something you are just bursting to share with the rest of us.”
Luna grabbed a quill and a piece of parchment. She scribbled a short phrase and then moved her hand, allowing Ginny to see the confession written in her neat script. Luna watched as Ginny silently formed the words on the page.
‘We had sex’ she mouthed, a strange look on her face, a mix of confusion and something else. She quickly grabbed her own quill and wrote something under the admission.
‘Holy shit Luna, how was it?!?!’ Luna read, then grabbed her quill writing a single word.
‘Amazing’
“Girls, pay attention or it will be detention tonight” McGonagall chastised them again, seeing their silent conversation.
Considering Luna’s plans for the evening, this was a very real threat. She put the parchment away and Ginny leaned over to whisper in her ear.
“Details, later” she said, her voice low and insistent.

“So me and Luna are dating, pass the juice please” Harry said, that night at dinner without preamble.
Having tried to find the right time to bring this up with his friends all day, it was not until they were sitting down at dinner that Harry felt confident enough to blurt it out, hoping they would miss it. He was far from embarrassed to be dating Luna, but the three of them had never talked much about relationships, sex or anything of that nature in any detail before. Their school lives were defined mostly by the various threats against them.
“Sure thing” Ron said, handing his friend the pitcher, completely missing the first portion.
“Wait, what did you say?” Hermione asked, placing the newspaper she was scanning down.
“Pass the juice please” Harry said, purposely misinterpreting the question.
“No, the first part. The part about you and Luna” Hermione said.
“What about him and Luna?” Ron said, through a mouthful of food. “Studying go tits up? Did she get all weird?”
“No Ron, Harry said he and Luna are dating” Hermione clarified, a bit frustrated by both of the boys. “Like going out dating, boyfriend and girlfriend dating.”
“Love potion?” Ron asked, swallowing the food currently in his mouth.
Harry shook his head, a bit worried that his friends would not approve. Not that it would affect whether he continued to date Luna, but it would make it easier if they supported them.
“Charm?” Ron continued, in a tone more serious than Harry felt this line of questioning warranted. “Blackmail? Owe her a bit of money?”
“No,” Harry said with an exasperated finality.
“That’s brilliant then” Ron said, and continued to eat. “You’ll have to give me the lurid details later.”
Harry’s jaw almost dropped with how well Ron was responding to this. With all of the teasing, Harry just assumed Ron did not like Luna. Ron, seeing the confused look on Harry’s face, stopped eating again.
“Look mate, she’s a bit weird. I’m not gonna lie. But she’s… cute?” He said, a slight upward intonation in his voice, questioning it himself. Then having settled it in his mind, “Yeah she’s cute.”
“You’re not doing this out of pity, are you?” Hermione asked, her lecturing tone threatening to come out.
“No!” Harry almost yelled this, then lowered his voice. “I really like her.”
“And you’re not just using her for… you know” Hermione leaned in a bit closer before finishing: “Sex?”
Harry paused at that, his face turning red. He wasn’t quite ready to tell them that he was sexually active. This was a first for him, he was not sure if it was supposed to be a secret. Whether Luna would be okay with them knowing or even if he was okay with them knowing. They were his closest friends. But, decided one admission at a time would be for the best.
“No, I really like her” he repeated, his tone driving the point home.
“Well that’s good.” Hermione said, sounding relatively pleased “Luna’s nice and doesn’t seem like that type of girl anyway.”
Harry had to hold back a laugh which almost caused him to choke on his orange juice for the second time today. Neither of them noticed.
“Yep she’s a good girl.” Harry added, then grimaced at how insincere that sounded.
“Ahhh so you were on a date at Hogsmeade,” Hermione said, putting the pieces together.
“Yep” Harry said, wanting the conversation to move on, but rightly suspecting it wouldn’t.
“I thought she looked a bit different and don’t lie Ron.” Hermione said, turning from him to Harry and whispered “Ron said she looked hot when he saw her with you after Hogsmeade.”
It was Ron’s turn to choke on his food, drawing the attention of many of the surrounding students in the dining hall. Seeing it was Ron, they assumed he was just eating too fast again.
“I did not,” Ron said, sounding a bit panicked, looking from Hermione to Harry. “I just said she looked hot…ter than usual. Anyway I’m just glad that it’s not Ginny. I sort of thought you had a thing for my sister.”
Harry wasn’t offended by Ron thinking Luna was hot. It provided him with a bit of validation knowing that others recognized that she was pretty. Even if they were put off by her... eccentricity. Harry took a few more bites from his plate, then stood up from the table. It was getting late and if he was going to make it in time to meet Luna, he needed to get his work done.
“I have to go make sure the equipment for this year is alright,” he said, excusing himself, glad to have a reason to prematurely end this conversation.
“I’ll join you. I wanna talk to you about joining up this year” Ron said, shoveling the rest of his food into his mouth as he stood, “I think I could give it a go as keeper.”
As soon as they were out of Hermione’s earshot, who stayed, insisting she had a lot of studying to do, Ron spoke up:
“Okay, so about those lurid details” Ron said, quickly picking the conversation back up.
“Lurid?” Harry said, raising an eyebrow at Ron’s odd choice of word.
“Yes, lurid. Obscene, filthy, etcetera” Ron said to clarify.
“Yes, Ron I know what lurid means,” Harry said, “but there aren’t really any.”
“Ahhh don’t give me that”, Ron said, exasperated “You mean to tell me, that you two were actually ‘studying’ all night last night. Tell me another one mate.”
“Actually, well we did study for quite a bit” Harry started, Ron’s penchant for gossip made him wary of opening up about his sexual exploits.
“And then?” Ron said, sensing there was more to the story.
“Ron, listen you can’t tell anyone what I am about to tell you”, Harry said, deciding that if he could not trust Ron with this what good was their friendship. Not to mention a small part of him wanting to brag to his friend.
“Cross my heart. I’ll make the Unbreakable Vow if you want” Ron said, pulling his wand out to demonstrate his commitment.
“What? No, that’s alright,” Harry said, a bit confused, “Just keep it between us, she’s my girlfriend, you know? I wouldn’t want people to get the wrong idea about her, or me or us.”
“I get it. I won’t tell a soul,” Ron said, rapidly getting frustrated by Harry holding back on him. “Out with it? You spent the whole night snogging, didn’t you?”
“Well…” Harry said, taking a breath and then divulging. “We sort of, had sex.”
“You fucked her?!?!” Ron yelled, his voice echoing in the room where they stored Gryffindor’s equipment.
“Ron!” Harry yelled, admonishing him.
“Blimey Harry, sorry, just wasn’t expecting that” Ron said, a look of embarrassment on his face. “Good thing Lupin sent that book, huh?”
“Yeah” Harry said, his back to Ron, checking out some of their new safety gear.
“Annnnnd?” Ron said, his extension of the word serving to coax more out of Harry.
“And what?” Harry asked, keeping his back to his ginger friend, finding the shin guard in his hand incredibly interesting. His desire to brag rapidly being replaced with a wave of embarrassment. Of course he and Harry had discussed girls, both famous and fellow students, who they fancied, but this was much more personal.
“How was it Harry?” Ron said, exasperated. He came over to stand in Harry’s periphery. “You’re having a go at me because I teased her. I’m sorry, it wasn’t right. I was just taking the piss a bit. Will not happen again mate.”
Harry turned to look at Ron whose extreme curiosity was stamped on his face.
“It was fucking great” Harry said, the words spilling from him. “Like literally amazing. Like wow, just wow.”
“And um with Luna?” Ron said, gingerly, “Luna Lovegood?”
“Yeah, Luna” Harry said, sighing as he reminisced, remembering their plans for tonight.
“Wouldn’t have guessed she had it in her” Ron said, caught himself and then laughed.
Harry joined him, unable to help himself after Ron’s unintended play on words. They laughed together, Ron slapping Harry on his back.
“What I mean is, I wouldn’t have pegged her and you as, you know, a couple” he said, “much less shagging.”
“Well, I wouldn’t have either but I sort of you know…” Harry said, having a hard time coming up with the words.
“I get it man,” Ron said, then quickly added, the sentimentality becoming a bit much “so what all did you get up to? Come on now give us the details.”
Ron sat on one of the closed chests that they used for storage, more here for the gossip than to help with Harry’s inventory. Harry found that it was much easier than he had originally thought to open up to Ron about this. Ron, to his credit, stayed quiet the whole time, absorbed in the story and after Harry finished he only had two things to say.
“We cannot tell Hermione” he said, then sighed. “I have got to get laid.”
They both laughed again.

Though it was only 8:45, anxiousness caused Harry to rush up from the storage room. Only to realize once he arrived that he was still covered in the dust from moving chests and equipment for an hour and a half.
’15 minutes. Enough time for a shower if I have the room make one.’ He thought as he paced back and forth outside the room of requirement. At first it seemed as though it would not open, requiring Harry to repeat the process three times. While odd, Harry knew the room could be finicky about letting people in. While the Room of Requirement was not a well-known feature of Hogwart’s Castle, there was the chance that it was already occupied. Harry had never considered it until today, but the room provided the perfect place for this sort of activity. He briefly wondered, if in a school where all the students shared bedrooms, if the room was designed with that in mind.
He abandoned that train of thought when the door to the room finally appeared as relief washed over him. Fortunately, there was still ten minutes before Luna was due to arrive. Harry did not have much in mind when he conjured the room. Really just a shower, and, having remembered what Luna said earlier, a bed. Luckily, the room, with its small amount of consciousness, supplied what people needed, not what they literally requested. As a result, the room he stepped into was a simple, cozy master bedroom with an attached bathroom. It came complete with furniture, all made from a lustrous, dark wood. The room was dim, the only light provided by candles scattered around the room on various surfaces. Harry came to the conclusion that the candles must have been scented, since the subtle aroma of jasmine and vanilla filled the room. Yet, what Harry found most appealing was the king-sized bed, complete with a headboard made of the same wood.
Checking the time again, he hurriedly stripped out of his grubby clothes, leaving a trail of them as he headed towards the bathroom. He also appreciated the size of the shower the room provided, having never seen a two person shower before. The showers in the dorms were little more than cramped booths with plastic curtains for privacy and they had long since changed the password for the prefects washroom. Harry placed his glasses on the side of the sink before stepping inside. Instantly, the water was the right temperature and Harry let out a sigh of satisfaction when it hit his body. He was only under the water for a few moments before he heard the door to the bathroom open. Without his glasses, through the lightly frosted glass and steam filling the bathroom which composed the sliding door of the shower. While Harry could not be sure who it was, he had a suspicion and it was confirmed when Luna slid the shower door open.
“Luna?” Harry asked, squinting to compensate for his poor eyesight. He had to fight the instinct to cover up, but his rapidly reddening face betrayed his embarrassment.
“Were you expecting someone else?” Luna asked, observing Harry’s confused expression.
“Oh Luna! No, I was just getting washed up for…” Harry trailed off, and made a mental note to attempt to speak more openly about sex. At least, with the person he was having it with.
“Me?” Luna finished, looking him up and down. She was finding the view of Harry’s naked body, leanly muscled and wet, very appealing and felt a familiar pang of arousal in her lower stomach.
“Yeah, I got a bit grimy going through the equipment,” He said, still feeling very exposed.
Despite having sex, they had yet to see each other in the nude. Now, here he was half blind, naked, while she watched still fully dressed. “Just got a little dusty. I’ll be done in a bit.”
Luna just nodded slowly in response. Had he been wearing his glasses, Harry would have detected that her typical, dreamy expression was tinged with a clear undercurrent of arousal. She removed her sweater vest, then unbuttoned her shirt, stripping swiftly.
“What are you doing Luna?” Harry asked.
“Getting undressed” she said matter-of-fact.
“Yeah, I can see that,” he said, “well sort of. Why are you stripping?”
“Well it is a two person shower and I’m feeling a bit dirty myself,” She said, removing her last article of clothing and stepping into the shower. “And you look like you could use someone to wash your back.”
She let out a similar sigh as the water hit her. Up close, Harry was somewhat better able to see his girlfriend’s naked body.
“Wow” he said, punctuated with a small exhale, internally cursing his poor eyesight.
Luna smiled at this. Ever since she and Harry started dating, she found herself blushing a lot more. Her self-esteem had never been low nor had she ever been embarrassed by nudity or discussions concerning sex. However, she found that Harry’s compliments, attention, and gaze kept flustering her. His reactions, so genuine, filled her with a sense of pride and a desire to show off. Harry found her sexy, even if no one else did, and she reasoned that his was the only opinion that mattered on the subject. It also didn’t hurt that she found him to be irresponsibly attractive, an opinion that was only reaffirmed as she continued to drink in his naked, wet body.
“Oh, is that for me” Luna asked, referring to his rapidly hardening cock, her wistful tone doing nothing to hide her obvious arousal, “you really shouldn’t have and here I am without a thing for you.”
“Well I’m sure you can find some way to make it up to me,” Harry responded, he still needed practice at banter. “I mean you did keep me waiting all day.”
Luna gave him her best mock pout, extending her lower lip and clasping her hands behind her back, the action pushing her chest out towards him. To Harry, it felt like a dare to touch her, to be the first to break and give in to the teasing. So he resisted, flexing and relaxing his toes anxiously. He licked his lips quickly, steeling himself, his eyes darting from her face to her breasts then back to her face. A face, which he, even without glasses, could see was now sporting a smile that would put the Cheshire Cat to shame. Her breasts were not huge, but that was more Ron’s thing. However, on her otherwise slight frame they looked magnificent and further made him lament his lack of vision. The hot water was giving her skin a rosy hue, one, which Harry noted, almost perfectly matched the color of her nipples. Her hair was now wet and plastered to her skin.
“Well, you kept me waiting as well” she said, it sounding more like a hungry purr. “Soooo I would say we are even.”
“Even?” Harry said, raising an eyebrow.
“Steven,” she replied, then gently nodded, turned around and looked over her shoulder at him. “Would you mind Harry?”
Her meaning clear, he closed the short distance between them and began to scrub her back with the washcloth he was holding. She moved her hair over her shoulder to afford him better access, murmuring softly as he caressed her, gently soaping her up. He wasn’t about to complain about this chore, even though it was supposed to be the other way around, since it gave him a wonderful view of her perky, heart-shaped bum as he worked. A bum which looked made for squeezing, or maybe spanking. Harry made a mental note to ask her about spanking. However, before that, he had to get something off of his chest.
“I told them. Ron and Hermione, I mean” he said, moving the cloth in small circles. “You know, about us.”
Luna made a soft sound, part in acknowledgement and part from the pleasure resulting from his touch. Though he had gone silent, she could tell Harry wasn’t finished with his confession.
“I also sort of told Ron about us… having sex” he continued, mumbling that last part and doing his very best to distract her with his rubbing.
Luna was not particularly concerned by either of those admissions. She had never been ashamed of the idea of sex. Though she did worry people might think she was a pervert if they knew how often it was on her mind. She also didn’t mind him bragging to his friends that he was bedding her, especially now that they were openly dating. Heck, he could announce it at breakfast, though, admittedly, she might blush at that.
“Hmmm” she responded in a moan, between the steam and her soft tone Harry felt as though he were in a dream, “what did you tell him?”
“That it was amazing” He said, his hands gripping her ass to punctuate the statement.
Luna pushed back against his groping hand and let out a moan as he continued to pay her ass a considerable amount of attention. For a few moments she allowed this then, feeling her resolve weakening, turned around to stop him. While the prospect of sex in the shower was appealing, and would most likely happen sometime in the near, or very near, future, there was a freshly made bed begging to be thoroughly ruined in the next room and she knew that if he continued they would never make it there. Besides, she also had some confessing to do.
“Your turn” she said, turning and looking up at him. He could not read the expression on her face but he thought he detected a hint of worry. Without his glasses on it was hard to tell especially considering Luna’s already hard to interpret expressions.
He turned around, presenting his back to her. Not having to look at his hard cock made it easier for Luna to maintain her composure and not jump his bones in the shower. However, rubbing his lean, muscular back served as another source of distraction. It had been a long, frustrating day for her too. The closer it got to nine, the hornier she seemed to grow which resulted in more fantasies. Harry wasn’t a large man by any measure, bigger than Luna certainly, but considering her petite frame, most people were. However, years of sports had given him a nice, but not overly defined, build. She knew her game of teasing him could only last so long, but before it ended she had to get something out of the way.
“I told Ginny” she said.
“Mhmm. And what did she say” he said, trying to sound disinterested and her delicate hands working at his back making it easier.
“Not much. We were in class,” she said, “We’ll probably talk about it more tomorrow.”
He made a low sound in response. Harry had expected to be more concerned about Ginny finding out, but was finding it hard to be preoccupied with anything other than Luna’s hands right now. He turned around and she stopped her rubbing.
“I suppose the whole Weasley family will know by noon tomorrow” Harry said, joking. Everyone knew that Ron, and to a lesser extent, Ginny, were gossips. They both chuckled at this and adding, in an attempt to end the shower and teasing: “I think I’m pretty clean, by now.”
“I can fix that” Luna replied, not missing a beat.
‘She really is way better at that’ Harry thought, wondering if being good at dirty talk was just part of being in Ravenclaw or whether it was unique to Luna. ‘Quick wit mixed with a filthy mind?’
As they stepped from the shower, Luna grabbed his glasses from the sink and wiped the steam from them. Standing on tiptoes, she placed them back on him, along with a small kiss on his nose. She stepped back to allow Harry to get his first good look at her naked body, shifting her weight from foot to foot, a small nervous tic. She sighed, he was staring again.
‘He really does have a problem with that’ she mused, hoping that it was a positive sign. That his initial excitement had not simply been the result of his poor eyesight. ‘Must be the nargles.’
“Harry, I’m wet” she said, breaking the heavy silence in the bathroom and, to her credit, mostly referring to the water on her body.
Harry blinked, coming to his senses, and grabbed one of the plush towels provided by the room. She was just as breathtaking naked as he had originally suspected. All soft curves and smooth skin. Her breasts, a little more than a handful, were perky and topped with pink areola the size of small coins. Her skin was unmarred, apart from a few freckles, the one at the nape of her neck was familiar to Harry. The ones by her belly button and above her hipbone, Harry decided, would require a further, more thorough inspection.
In Harry’s opinion, Luna could have inspired artists. Trying to decide where to start, and stop himself from visibly drooling, he began to dry Luna off. This afforded Harry the chance to further explore her body, though he wished there wasn’t the towel between his hands and her skin. He wasn’t sure when their game of teasing would end, but he had a competitive streak and was not about to throw in the towel even if he was becoming agonizingly hard. It would not be easy challenge, as even through the plush towel he could feel how soft her body was. He figured he should be able to stay moral in his drying duties if he avoided certain, key areas. Starting with her hair and shoulders, he worked his way down, strategically skipping places.
‘Where does she put all that food’ he thought briefly, the towel traveling up and down her flat stomach. Harry heard her let out a small giggle, but as intensely focused on her body as he was, barely registered her mentioning that she was ticklish there. His options were now limited, he could either move on to her ass or her breasts. They both understood the game they were playing now without need to explain. Harry was determined to, if not win, at least not give in to her charms immediately and to his credit, he was able to dry her breasts for a full 10 seconds before the drying turned into groping and then to necking. His mouth found her earlobe as he kept up the pretense of removing the water from her even as it became a tertiary concern to him and long past the point the enchanted fabric made necessary.
Luna let out a soft gasp when she felt his teeth find her ear, her back arching and her weight shifting to her toes. The material of the towel rubbed against her nipples, stimulating them and causing a low moan to escape from her throat. Luna thought it was rather unfair that Harry was finding all of her sweet spots so easily. She considered voicing her complaint, only to open her mouth and discover actions that were not squirming and moaning to be a tad beyond her current capabilities. She pushed back against him, feeling his burning erection press against her lower back. His kisses, nibbles and tugs were making her knees weak, it’d been a long day and she’d officially had enough foreplay. This round would have to be a tie.
Harry, even with all of the reflexes he cultivated from years of chasing a small, almost imperceptible, golden ball had a difficult time following Luna’s next movements. In a second, she had seized the towel, dried him off, and had him lying on his back on the king sized bed. He’d never known her to move so forcefully or deliberately, but found that take charge Luna was another welcome aspect of her personality. In another moment, she was on top of him, her soft thighs pressing against either side of his hips. She reached back to stroke him slowly. He could feel the heat coming from her core where she sat straddling him and a little dampness on his lower stomach.
“I’m sorry Harry, but you are a bit of a tease. Did you know?” She said, excitement giving her a fairly wild look in her eyes. “And I’ve had about all I can take.”
“Oh” Harry said, in surprise, it seemed as though once Luna’s switch was flipped she became much more forward. “Wait, you were the one who started…”
He was cut off by Luna’s lips finding his, effectively silencing his retort and signaling to him that the time for talking was now over. She bit his lower lip, tugging it playfully before moving down his body, planting kisses. They started at his neck where she nibbled and kissed along his collarbone. She moved back, now sitting between his legs as she trailed more kisses down his stomach stopping just short of where they were needed most. Acutely aware of this, she wrapped her hand around his hard cock, she continued to kiss just below his belly button, as she stroked him slowly. The feeling of him in her hand, huge, hot and throbbing with need, was enough to make her let out a soft whimper.
“Oh Harry, this must be uncomfortable for you” she cooed, giving his erection a playful squeeze to punctuate the statement. “Have you been like this all day?”
He nodded, then groaned as her hand deftly worked up and down. While he had not been hard all day, throughout his classes he had continually had flashbacks of last night and fantasies about their date tonight. These had resulted in several aching erections throughout the day. However, her stroking hand, while amazing, was also playfully slow and while appreciated, it was not what he had been looking forward to tonight.
“See, teasing,” he said, breathlessly, feeling as though he would explode soon.
“It isn’t a contest Harry,” she responded, in-between nibbles on his hip bone and slow strokes of his erection. “Besides this isn’t teasing, I’m just getting you ready.”
With a flick of her wand, apparently she had taken the time in the past 24 hours to learn a contraception spell herself, they were ready.
‘Where was she keeping that?’ Harry thought, a question he immediately forgot when he felt her guiding him inside.
It was a maddeningly slow process. She had never tried this before, unless wet dreams counted, and lowered herself down slowly. Despite being utterly drenched by this point, Luna was pretty tight and she rediscovered that, yes, Harry was still pretty big. He seemed bigger, maybe all the teasing had not been the best idea. Not that she was complaining. Although the complaint that her boyfriend’s cock was just a bit big and left her utterly sore after a night of hard sex might fall on deaf ears had she been inclined to open up to someone. She let out another whimper as she finally felt their bodies meet. After taking a deep breath to steel herself, she began to make small, rocking motions; grinding against him as she got reacquainted with his size.
She moaned, feeling him throb deep inside of her, stretching her to her limits. She enjoyed teasing Harry, the ache that came from being teased by Harry and the hot, rough sex that resulted from a day’s worth of pent up sexual frustration. The time for teasing was over though, and she planned on fucking him until they both walked funny. She rested her hands on his chest, gyrating her hips in small circles, his cock still buried deep inside her. Even these small motions combined with Harry’s large cock were doing wonders for the ache Luna felt, replacing it with the delicious mix of pleasure and pain of being stretched just slightly beyond her limits. Luna loved almost everything about Harry, but she had to admit that daily access to his cock was becoming one of her favorite perks of dating him.
“Fuck Harry, you’re big” she said, her voice throaty.
The dreamy, wittiness Harry had grown to expect was now entirely absent from her voice having been replaced with pure, blunt lust. Harry’s response managed to be even less articulate, only able to return a low groan of pleasure. He attempted to lift himself up onto his elbows to get a better view of Luna as she fucked him. But she leaned forward and shifted her weight to her hands, pushing him back down. Luna through sheer strength could not hope to keep Harry pinned to the bed, he must have had at least forty pounds on her. Then again, Harry was in no hurry to leave the position that he was in. The dull ache of his erection was finally being treated by his girlfriend’s snug, wet pussy for the second time in as many days. His only complaint was the slow pace.
Harry felt himself exiting her warmth as she lifted her hips delicately and moaned in protest. He didn’t have to wait long before she sunk back down, slowly but surely she was building up a decent rhythm. He heard a sigh from her as she slid back down, taking him back inside. He tried again to prop himself up on his elbows, wanting to see the look on her face, and was firmly pressed back down. He got the message, she was in control and he, ironically, was just supposed to enjoy the ride. Harry found the fragrance of the candles in the room intoxicating. That, combined with the incredibly soft bedding and the pleasure Luna’s wet pussy wrapped around his needy cock, had him in mild sensory overload.
‘Seems like he doesn’t mind being on bottom after all’ Luna mused, after looking down and seeing Harry’s glazed expression. She felt his hands, slightly calloused, grip her slender waist which helped her maintain a steady rhythm. She found herself drunk with the power of being in control of the sexual encounter, it was good to know that he didn’t resist her being in charge.
Harry did his best to simply hold on to his sanity as Luna rode him. Considering how sexually frustrated he had been all day, he considered it a miracle that he lasted past insertion. A miracle, which he largely attributed to a trick he learned that involved thinking about Quidditch statistics. Just thinking about Krum allowed him to last at least five minutes despite, what he assumed, was Luna’s best effort to get him off in under sixty seconds. He may have been new to sex but he recognized that he did not want to be the kind of guy who could not last. He was finally allowed to angle himself slightly to get a better view of Luna. With his glasses on, he could fully see how sexy Luna looked riding him. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she fucked him, trying her best to make him cum inside of her. Soon, her bouncing slowly became rocking and then grinding against his crotch.
It was an undeclared battle of attrition between them, Luna biting her lower lip, eyes shut, and mumbling obscenities under her breath. Harry, trying to focus on the grip he had on her waist, or the amount of goals Ireland scored last season, or Ron’s chewing. In the end, it was that last thought that allowed Harry to hold on past the point at which Luna lost control. The barely audible curses became much louder, Luna apparently determined to test just how soundproof the Room of Requirement was. Harry knew he had “won” when he felt Luna’s muscles gripping him rhythmically, almost in a last ditch effort to push him over the edge with her. She fell forward, her hands removed from his shoulders as she buried her head into the nape of his neck, biting down and muffling the whimpers resulting from her climax.
He let out a small hiss as he felt her teeth sink in, knowing that it would leave a mark and not caring. Her hips still moved in short motions but to fully accept his victory, in one swift motion he flipped her onto her back, taking over control and positioning himself between her legs.
Luna didn’t feel too bad about “losing” to Harry, especially considering the consolation prize. She consoled herself, now that it was her back pressed to the soft blankets, that she would just have to try a bit harder in the future. She squirmed in Harry’s grip, as the electricity of her orgasm continued to course through her body, flowing out from her core to her fingers and toes. Before the final wave of pleasure could completely leave her, Harry had already resumed movement. Though slow at first, he soon picked up the pace, re-establishing a pleasurable rhythm.
She reasoned that it was best that he took over anyway since her orgasm had left her pretty sapped. Besides, now that he had bested her, Luna felt it was only right for him to claim his prize. She reached out and ran her nails along his stomach as he stroked in and out faster. He was being rough, which she loved even though she was starting to get a bit sensitive in the aftermath of her orgasm.
Her writhing made him grip her waist tighter, as if to keep her from escaping. Despite her earlier admonishing, he knew she was not delicate. The way she looked up at him, doe-eyed and whimpering, only served to spur him on in his manhandling of her. He could not believe how hot she felt in his hands, almost scalding to the touch, but the heat coming off of her skin did not compare to how warm she felt wrapped around his cock. He could melt inside her and be happy about it.
Harry knew his face had a look of staunch determination on it that only stressed his desire to orgasm. He had held on long enough, had beat Luna at her own game, and had no more need for the extraneous thoughts to distract him. In fact, only one thought filled his head:
“Fuck, Luna” he growled.
Harry was already at the edge by the time he took over control from Luna. Though he had no one to compare her to, Harry was positive that Luna was, objectively, incredibly tight and that it was only sheer luck which had allowed him to hold out so long. However, the well of his resolve had run dry. His muscles tensed up, as he felt Luna lightly dragging her nails across his lower back, breaking down the last of his defenses. With a low grunt his orgasm finally washed over him. As he came inside Luna, his vision blurred slightly and small rainbow dots appeared in his peripheral vision, causing Harry to wonder absently whether they were the nargles Luna talked about.
All and all, he considered it another minor miracle that he did not pass. Only collapsing, exhausted and breathing heavily, next to his equally fatigued partner. After a moment’s rest, he propped himself up on his elbow, turning to look at Luna, her chest rising and falling with her breathing.
“That was brilliant” he said, between pants, “Was it good for you?”
“It was alright” she said, turning over to look at him, her voice flat.
Before he could react, a huge smile appeared on her face and she leaned up to kiss him as passionately as she could with what energy she had left. It didn’t last very long before she was entirely spent and fell back down. She was asleep before her head hit the pillow.
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