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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

Chapter List
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While Luna and Harry were busy entertaining themselves in the Room of Requirement, Hermione, Ginny and Ron sat in the Gryffindor common room struggling to do the same through different means. Ginny and Ron were halfheartedly engaged in a game of wizard’s chess. The board game, not requiring the players to manually move the pieces, allowed the two youngest Weasley children to sprawl lazily on opposing, plush couches. Since their friends’ newly formed relationship occupied both of their minds, neither was focused on the game. Both knew that Harry and Luna were together right now, and both suspected, rightly, what they were up to at this very moment. No one was talking, save for occasional commands to the chess pieces, and the silence was thick in the section of the lounge that they were squirreled away in. Hermione was seated near Ginny’s bare feet at the end of the couch on which she lay, with her face buried in a book.
“I think it is nice that Harry and Luna are dating,” Hermione said, breaking the silence, closing her book.
The dull thump of the closing book was what garnered Ron and Ginny’s attention, as they were deep in contemplation about the same topic. Harry and Luna’s sex life had consumed both of their thoughts since they had learned of it. However, Ron was more concerned with the idea of sex in general while Ginny found herself focused on the two participants more and more. Ron’s thoughts occasionally caused him to glance over at Hermione when he thought she was not looking. To them, Hermione was still blissfully ignorant regarding the sexual activities of her friends, which gave her the ability to speak so casually about them.
“Plus they are helping each other to get their work done,” Hermione said, with no hint of irony. “See Ron, not everything has to be about sex. Some couples do productive things together.”
“Reproductive things” Ginny said, coughing to mask the words.
Ron heard them anyway and laughed hard, almost falling off of the couch. Hermione managed to miss it though and glared at Ron, assuming that his laughter was aimed at her. Her glare caused him to stop laughing, but he broke into another fit when he looked to Ginny, his sister joining in this time. Hermione was not stupid. She knew something was going on and she was sure that her friends were keeping it from her. Grabbing her book as she stood, she walked away in a huff.
“I’m going to go study in the library. It’s too loud in here,” she said, an odd statement considering that, besides the three of them, there were only four other students peppered throughout the large common area.
They let her leave, their eyes following her until she was out of the room, Ron’s fixated on her bum. The duo knew that Hermione could be a bit neurotic and irritable when she did not know something. Ginny looked back over to Ron once she was sure Hermione was out of earshot. She raised a single eyebrow at her brother, an unspoken question shared between siblings.
“Yeah, they’re shagging,” Ron said, and Ginny immediately shot up into a seated position.
“I know right,” She said, then let out a groan, relieved that she could finally talk about this.
Of course today was the one day when Luna and Ginny’s schedule did not overlap apart from Transfiguration in the morning. The one time when Luna had something incredibly important to share. The Weasley’s held secrets as well as a sieve holds water, so when it turned out that Ron already knew, it was as if a weight had been lifted. Ginny needed to talk to someone about this, but knew she could not betray Luna’s confidence.
“I cannot believe that they are dating, much less, well you know” Ginny said, exasperated, falling back onto the cushions. “Harry and Luna.”
“Yeah, I can’t believe Harry would go out with Luna,” Ron said, it coming out more critical than he intended.
“And what is that supposed to mean?” Ginny asked, raising her voice.
“Oh come off it Gin, I didn’t mean it like that,” Ron said, “I just meant like… I didn’t realize she was, you know, into that sort of thing.”
“What sort of thing Ron? Boys or sex?” Ginny asked, smiling as the words flustered Ron. “Yes, Luna can be a bit eccentric, but she is still a girl.”
“Yeah, I got that. Harry made that very clear,” Ron said, then added wistfully: “Very clear.”
“How much did he tell you?” Ginny said, jetting back up into a seated position, leaning over the table once she realized Ron was privy to more details than she was.
“A lot,” Ron said, leaning forward to better conspire with his sister. “How much did Luna tell you?”
“Ugghhhh. Nothing,” Ginny groaned, from sexual frustration and being in the dark. “Come on then Ron, give up the goods.”
Ron briefly reveled in knowing more gossip than his sister for once. Ginny had always been more popular, and thus had more access to social chatter, but for once things were coming up Ron. He wanted to hold out, really he did. To make her beg to know what he knew, but this was too juicy and he was as desperate to divulge as she was to know.
“Okay Ginny, but you cannot tell Harry I told you. He’s my mate, and I promised I wouldn’t spread this around,” Ron said, leaning closer to make sure that they would not be overheard.
“I’d hear it from Luna anyway” she pointed out in an effort to assuage his guilt.
This accomplished her goal in persuading Ron, not that he ever needed much coaxing, so he shared what he knew. While her brother was not the ideal source, given his penchant for exaggeration, it would have to suffice until she could hear the story strait from the source. She did think that all of Ron’s gesturing was a tad much. With the animated manner in which he recounted the events, Ginny could have been forgiven she mistakenly thought it had happened to him.
“Wow who knew Harry had it in him” Ginny said, as Ron finished turning the few details Harry had shared with him into a tawdry epic.
“Technically, I think it was Luna who had it in her”, Ron replied, smirking, unreasonably proud of his recycled joke.
Ginny was hardly paying attention to her brother now that she had gotten the information out of him. Thoughts of Harry and Luna had been running through her head since Luna had teased her with the information earlier. She was a bit ashamed of how many times throughout the day she had pictured her two friends engaging in sex acts and was also acutely aware that they were probably fucking as she sat there. Regardless, she knew it would be hard looking Harry, or Luna, in the eyes for a while. Unfortunately, earlier that day Dumbledore had given her the task of delivering a note to the Boy Who Lived.

The Room of Requirement houses many mysteries, some dark and mysterious and some merely tremendously annoying. The secret that Harry found out that morning fit firmly into the latter category. A magic alarm is quite different from the alarm clock that Harry was used to at the Dursley’s in two significant ways. The first, there is no snooze button. The second is that it does not produce an audible noise, at least the one the room utilized did not. In its place, a large bucket of ice water simply materialized over the bed, dumped its contents on top of Harry, and then promptly vanished. Apparently, it was an enchanted bucket of water, because despite every nerve in Harry’s body being set alight by the freezing liquid, Harry and the bed remained bone dry. He was curious as to why the room chose to only target him, leaving Luna to her peaceful slumber, but it did afford him the opportunity to watch the young girl sleep.
Now wide awake, he watched, as Luna lay there, her supple body leaving a soft, silhouette in the sheets. Seeing her chest rise and fall rhythmically, Harry was able to forget a lot of the events of the past weeks. His nose being broken on the train to Hogwart’s, learning the circumstances of Lord Voldemort’s parentage, and everything involving Malfoy and Snape’s obvious planning all seemed like distant memories. In fact, everything that had occurred prior to him dating Luna seemed as though they happened to another person. A person Harry was only vaguely acquainted with and would prefer to keep it that way. He knew he would not be able to keep ignoring the harsh realities of being the Boy Who Lived, but for right now, sitting in bed, watching his girlfriend breathe steadily as she slept, Harry was able to feel like just another teenager. Unfortunately, it only lasted another minute as Luna began to stir.
Luna awoke, stretching sleepily, her sleep stiff body extending, flexing and relaxing, like a large cat. Still in a daze of sleep, her eyes remained half closed as she let out a delicate yawn and her hand coming up to cover her open mouth. She noticed Harry watching and smiled at him, leaning over to kiss his lips. It was brief and its brevity conveyed the ease she felt waking up next to him.
“You’re up early”, she said and he was unsure if the dreaminess in her voice was the result of her having just woken or her just being Luna. “If you had still been asleep, I could have gotten you up in a special way.”
He remembered the “special” wake up he did receive and a shiver went up his spine; he would have definitely preferred Luna’s implied method of rousing him. He absently wondered how much time they could linger in the room before they received another rude awakening, but in the end decided not to test the room’s patience. The fact that the room seems to be designed to prevent people from remaining in it for extended periods of time only served to affirm that the room knew what students might use it for, and while it was perfectly willing to serve as a place to shack up for the night, there would be no dawdling, as class came first at Hogwarts. This theory was further enforced by the fully laundered and folded school clothes left on a chest of drawers for the two.
“I would’ve liked that,” Harry said, a wistful air to his voice. “Though I think I would prefer to be awake.”
“You look pretty up to me” Luna said, indicating the tent he was making in the sheets. “Though morning erections can also be a sign of wrackspurts fiddling with you in your sleep.”
Apparently, even a bucket of cold water, and Luna’s assertion that magical creatures might be molesting him in his sleep, was not enough to drown Harry’s libido. He tilted his head back, staring at the ceiling, and let out a sigh in consideration. He was about to surrender to temptation, until he saw the telltale shimmer that preceded the conjuring of a magical object. His head snapped back down, looking at Luna, who seemed blissfully oblivious of the peril they were in. Harry could only guess what the room would dump on him this time if he tried to sneak in a morning quickie, and figured another bucket of ice water would be the best, and least likely, consequence of his action.
“Ahhh, we’d better not linger,” Harry said, unwilling to find out what the room had in store for repeat offenders. “I have a feeling that The Room doesn’t take kindly to ditching class.”
Luna looked dejected by the fact that morning sex with Harry would not be an option, at least not today, but appreciated that he was probably right. Although she wondered what made him consider such a possibility. Internally shrugging it off, she rose fully from the bed and stretched again, all the muscles in her body tensing then relaxing. She saw Harry, watching, taking in the show. It had not been for his benefit, but she certainly did not mind him enjoying her morning routine. She headed to the bathroom. Before entering, she looked over her shoulder at him, specifically at the tempting bulge he was making in the sheets.
“We had better take separate showers,” she said, more to herself than to him.
She walked in, wiggling her bum as she did, and closed the door behind her. No more than 30 seconds passed before she heard a splash followed by Harry letting out a string of swears. She chuckled to herself, she could hazard a guess as to what happened.
“Apparently trying to masturbate counts as lingering,” she mused, stepping into the shower.
The water was as heavenly as she remembered and her hands soon traveled down her own body. Recalling what she had just heard from the other room, she stopped them just short of where they were subconsciously heading.
“Better not,” she said, and focused on showering instead; humming to herself as she did.

Harry felt more than a little awkward arriving at breakfast together with Luna that morning. They had dressed quickly, both slightly afraid of what might occur if they deviated from the task. Luna had taken the opportunity to explain to him the ways in which wrackspurts violate people as they slept. She asserted that their activities had led to legends of Incubi and sleep paralysis amongst Muggles. That, frankly graphic, information was enough to eventually calm his libido down. All of the jokes, laughter and light touching between the couple stopped when they entered the dining hall through the large, ornate doorway. For some reason, Harry expected a fanfare or a round of applause or at least widespread awkward stares as the two of them entered. He had felt so nervous about coming out to his friends as a couple, that his expectations regarding the level of interest of the general student body were wildly unrealistic.
No one gasped, stared, or defenestrated themselves in sheer awe at the two of them being together. Rather, to Harry’s slight disappointment, barely anyone even glanced in their direction. Harry would just have to come to terms with the truth that students at Hogwarts, after having him around for five years and being exposed to the wonders of the magical world most of their lives, had a high threshold for what they found to be out of the ordinary or interesting, and his new relationship was not going to meet the requirement. However, while there was no formal fan club, he did have a few admirers who took notice of his new closeness with Luna, but they were so spread out and diffused into the crowd that Harry took no notice of their glares.
He consoled himself that, at least, he could rely on his friends to take notice and make him feel appropriately awkward. Especially considering two thirds of the friends they were headed towards could guess what they had been up to last night. Ginny waved them over, her enthusiasm caused him to falter a step, allowing Luna to get ahead of him. This was the first time he had seen Ginny since he had started dating Luna, and a new wave of anxiety swept over him. Clammy hands balling into fists at his side, he steeled himself, as he took the last few steps towards the Gryffindor table. He sat down next to Luna, who, having reached the table before him, was already idly chatting with the redhead who sat next to her. Ron shot him a knowing look. Harry had not been back to the room they shared with 3 other boys last night, a fact that he knew Ron would not share with Hermione.
“Finally made it down to breakfast I see,” Ron said, letting Harry in on the lie he had already established. “You looked proper knackered last night from all that moving.”
Harry let out a sigh of relief, shot a sideways glance at Luna, who seemed oblivious to the conversation happening inches from her, and then towards Hermione. She did not look up from her book of the day, choosing instead to ignore the two boys.
“Yeah,” Harry said, stretching his joints, which produced an audible pop. “Just got up and ran into Luna on my way here.”
Hermione continued to pay no attention to the two boys, their obvious lying more of a nuisance than anything. It really did not bother her that Harry was keeping something from her. Okay, well it did but the most irritating part of the whole situation was how dumb they thought she was. That she could not see through them. She let out a sigh and turned to Luna and Ginny.
“Good morning Luna,” Hermione said, pointedly ignoring Harry and Ron. “Harry told us you two are going out now. That’s wonderful.”
The rest of breakfast went without incident, except for request from Colin for a photo of Harry and Luna. A request he shot down with a hard stare. After failing again to convince his friends that Draco was indeed the source of all evil at Hogwarts, Harry mainly chatted with Ron about the upcoming tryouts. Luna and Ginny chatted, though they avoided the topic Ginny was most interested in due to mixed company. Hermione made polite small talk with Luna, which Harry appreciated. Though he did note Ron cutting more glances towards Hermione than usual this morning.

Tonight was the introductory meeting of the informally named Slug Club and Harry sat in the Gryffindor common room, waiting for Hermione to come down. They had agreed to go together after the potion’s master invited them during the first week of classes. Harry had almost been unable to attend, as he was scheduled to make up a detention with Snape. However, Slughorn, having once been Snape’s professor, had convinced the dour man to simply move his detention to the following night. Harry was not sure how exactly he felt about that, but good was the furthest description from his mind. Those two things, combined with the team tryouts in two days’ time, meant that Harry was in for a long week.
Unfortunately, Hermione had been distant since breakfast and Harry was not sure if they were still on for that evening. Deciding to give her another ten minutes to show, he settled down in a large plush chair, closing his eyes as the cushions enveloped him. The feeling of a small box being dropped into his lap broke him out of his stupor. Upon looking down, he was perplexed by the red box complete with a pink, heart shaped bow now resting there. Only becoming more puzzled when he saw the origin of the package.
“Why Ron, you shouldn’t have” Harry said, a grin sliding across his face.
“They’re not from me, ya git,” he said, frowning. “I found them on your bed.”
“Awww Ron, you’ve finally decided to confess your love to Harry,” Ginny said, coming down the stairs with Hermione trailing behind her. “And here I thought, you’d be the only sixth year who’d never been kissed.”
“Ha ha ha” Ron laughed, dry and humorless. “Came with this.”
He handed Harry a small note.
“For my ‘Chosen One’?” Harry read aloud, then grimaced. Then, with a note of confusion in his voice: “R.V.? Who’s R.V.?”
“Romilda Vane” Hermione answered, Harry had almost forgotten her presence given her silence up until now. “She’s had a thing for you for ages.”
“Ohhhhhh, her?” Ginny added, a note of realization in her voice. “That home wrecker. Soon as they see you in a relationship they start frothing at the mouth.”
“Since when do girls have ‘things’ for me” Harry asked, this was news to him.
“You’ve got a few groupies,” Ginny said, then glared at him. “That shouldn’t matter now, should it? Mr. Chosen One.”
Harry sulking sheepishly under the glares from the two girls, then looked down at the box in his lap. He opened his mouth to reply.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” She said, snatching the box from his lap. “I’ll be taking these.”
“Wait! Those are…” Harry chimed up, but another glare from the redhead and Hermione promptly shut him up.
“I’m going to meet Luna. You know, your girlfriend. We have a test to study for.” Ginny said, gesticulating with the box, an air of disrespect toward the gift. “She has a sweet tooth and she’ll be ever so glad to have these as a snack. You’re so thoughtful Harry.”
“Yeah,” Harry said, not needing to be reminded about his girlfriend considering the past two nights they had spent together. “Tell her I said… uh ‘hi’.”
“Always the sweet talker Potter,” Ginny said, leaving the three of them as she made her way out of the dorms.
“We have to go as well Harry,” Hermione said, voice tinged with annoyance.
She did not wait for him to get up, before turning and making her way out of the common room. Harry turned to look at Ron, who returned his look of confusion with a small shrug. Sighing, Harry pushed himself up from his seat by the armrests and followed Hermione out towards the party.
Harry caught up to Hermione, nearly having to jog to do so, several meters away from the portrait of the Fat Lady.
“Mione, what’s the rush?” Harry said, just short of breathing hard. “We have like half an hour… Hermione?”
“Harry,” Hermione said, through clinched teeth. Stopping, Hermione turned to look at Harry, thinly veiled anger bubbling below the surface.
“Uhhh yes?” Harry said, taking a step back and bracing himself subconsciously.
“Are we friends?” Hermione said, hurt now mixing with the anger in her voice.
This question took Harry aback, he was prepared for anger. Hermione became irritated with him and Ron rather frequently, but this was something else. Something more.
“Of Course!” Harry said, his response louder and more enthusiastic than he had intended. “How could you ask me something like that?”
“Well Harry,” Hermione said, her voice calm, but the anger was still present in her eyes and her hands were clenched into fists at her sides. “I want to know why you don’t think you can share with me like you do Ron and Ginny.”
“I don’t know what…” Harry started, but was interrupted.
“Oh stop it Harry,” Hermione interrupted. “Do you think I’m stupid? I know you didn’t come back last night. I know you were definitely not ‘studying’ all night with Luna.”
“Well I…” Harry began, rubbing the back of his head, hand caught in the cookie jar. “Hey, I study.”
“I sort of just figured that, you know, you were being respectful of you and Luna’s privacy,” she said, ignoring his answer, pacing back and forth in the small space the hallway allowed. “I could respect that. But come on, it’s obvious that you told Ron, and Ginny obviously knows.”
“I didn’t tell Ginny,” Harry replied quickly, glad to be innocent of one of her accusations, even if it was a small one. “That was...Luna.”
The look on Hermione’s face told him that was not going to be the out he was hoping it would be.
“You told Ron, Harry. Ron. So obviously secrecy is not your concern,” she continued unabated, “so I just want to know why feel as though you can’t open up to me. Is it because I’m a girl?”
“No, of course not,” Harry said hastily, though that was partially a lie. “I just figured, you know, you seemed so against the idea of…. Well you know.”
“Sex?” Hermione finished for him, tone dry.
“Yeah, that.” Harry said, laughing nervously.
“So you felt the best way to deal with it was to tell everyone else, and dance around the topic when I was around with cute innuendos and double entendre?” She asked, recapturing his focus “Because surely that would be less awkward for me.”
“Well I just thought you wouldn’t want to know. I didn’t want to keep it from you, really, but last time we brought up sex you sort of stormed off,” Harry was not sure where this was going, but she seemed less angry now.
“That was only because Ron was… being Ron” Hermione said, exasperation in her voice.
“Yeah about that, when are you going to…?” Harry let the question trail off and knew clarification was unnecessary.
“We aren’t talking about that now” Hermione said, through gritted teeth. “We are talking about why one of my best friends felt that he could not open up to me about his relationship.”
“Okay, Okay Hermione,” Harry said, knowing she was right and knowing he did not want to discuss her and Ron’s complicated relationship. “Do you want to know?”
“That you’re fucking Luna?” Hermione said bluntly, “I figured that out, thank you.”
“Then what?” Harry asked, getting frustrated now, and a little flushed by Hermione cursing so openly.
“How was it?” Hermione said quietly, looking down, it was her turn to be nervous. “Sex I mean.”
This whole conversation was making him slightly uncomfortable. True, Hermione was one of his closest friends, but she was still a girl. He could appreciate that fact, even if he did not find her to be as attractive as Ron did. Harry reasoned that there was just certain things guys did not talk about with girls, even girls who were their best friend. Girls who they fought back to back with against the forces of evil. Girls who would die for them and for whom they would die for. It was at that point he suddenly felt like a sack of crap. Hermione, one of his closest friends and someone who had saved his life countless times, had had to corner him just to get him to admit that he was no longer a virgin. It was not as if she were jealous, just annoyed by his, seemingly, constant unnecessary secrecy. Considering the Half-Blood Prince’s textbook, Lupin’s book, and now this, even he had to admit that had been keeping a lot from her recently.
Harry had never considered his friends to be sexual beings, least of all Hermione, but here she was. Apparently, being the first amongst his friends to have sex opened the floodgates for all of their interest as if they were simply waiting for it to happen before the subject could be broached. Her curiosity did seem a bit weird though, he imagined it was a much different experience for the male and female… “participants” during sex. However, apparently, she was just as curious about sex as Ron had been and was coming to him, theoretically her only sexually active friend, for the information she lacked. It also occurred to him that Hermione lacked a large number of female friends, she was acquainted with the other Gryffindor girls, but the combination of her being friends with Harry, know it all demeanor, and the constant trouble that they were known to get into prevented her from having a vibrant social circle. Then again, she was not miffed about her lack of friends, but by the friends she had keeping secrets from her.
“Well Hermione, you know, I’m a guy so…” He was still looking for a way out, then relented, knowing she would not let up. “It was fucking amazing.”
Harry had moved past “wow” as his main descriptor of sex with Luna, but not far past it.
“I do hope you two used protection,” Hermione said, after a moment of thought.
Harry just laughed, Hermione would always be Hermione and they continued to chat. While they did talk about his sex life, it was certainly less graphic than his discussion with Ron. She was also interested in knowing his intentions with Luna, and would not let up until he assured her that he was not using her simply for sex, though he still could not convey his emotions without stammering and flushing a bright scarlet. That reaction seemed to satisfy her. They walked together to the party, Hermione asking questions and Harry doing his best to answer them. In the end, she seemed happier by the fact that he opened up to her more than being privy to the details.
“You know,” Harry said, in an attempt to change the subject and accomplish another goal. She and Luna had always had a strained relationship and despite her attempts to include her at breakfast this morning Harry would like it if they could get along a bit better. “You could always talk to Luna about it. You know a bit of girl talk.”
Hermione responded after a small pause, “I just might do that.”

Luna was studying alone when Ginny entered her room. She sat, cross-legged on her bed with a book open in her lap and a few more strewn about the covers. The box of chocolates made a light thump as they landed on the sheets and Luna looked from the book to the box to the thrower, tilting her head to the side quizzically as her eyes landed on a smiling Ginny. Luna wore a pair of blue and grey, plaid fleece pajama bottoms and a light, wool sweater. Bluish-grey, the sweater was slightly too large, swallowing the petite girl in its woolen embrace. A creature with two horns was patterned onto the front and it looked as though it were hand knitted. The sweater was one of Luna’s favorite’s, having been knitted, inexpertly, by her father. Domestic spells were not his specialty. It was beginning to get cold as the last vestiges of the summer leaving and giving way to an autumn chill in the castle.
“It’s a tad early for Valentine’s Day,” Luna said matter of fact. Then adding in her dreamy, playful tone: “plus, I already have a boyfriend.”
“It’s funny you say that, because these are from him,” Ginny said, then corrected herself. “Well for him, but we can’t have him getting fat before the first match. So I commandeered them for the greater good.”
Luna did not ask for any further explanation regarding this. Instead, she simply picked up the box, rotating it as she examined, almost as if she were trying to see through the outside packaging. Ginny knew her friend had a positively devastating sweet tooth and Luna toyed with the box of sweets like a cat with a mouse.
“Don’t you want to know who he got them from?” Ginny asked, in a singsong voice. “Her name rhymes with stain.”
“Hmm?” Luna made an inquisitive sound. However, she was completely unfazed and untroubled by Ginny’s prodding regarding Harry. She did, on the other hand, wonder what kind of chocolates were in the box. “Do you think it would be rude to eat them?”
“Not as rude as it was to give them,” Ginny responded, plopping down on the bed causing her friend to rise slightly with the mattress’ movements.
She did not wait for Luna to decide if it was impolite to eat sweets meant for another. Deftly snatching it back, she opened the box, tossing the lacey ribbon aside. She picked up a piece of chocolate, sniffed it in inspection, and popped it into her mouth. Luna, knowing Ginny would eat the whole box alone, soon joined her in enjoying the ill-gotten treat.
“Mmm, well at least she has good taste in sweets,” Ginny said through a mouthful of chocolate, savoring the treat, then added, smirking: “And guys… I guess.”
Heavily regulated and highly complex, any professor will tell you that love potions are best left alone. As Harry learned in a memory of Bob Ogden, even at the best of times they can only reproduce a facsimile of love. Never the real thing, and would require constant administering to accomplish even that. Fred and George, clever as they are, had gotten around this when they created their own love potion chocolates. Their mixture simply made the consumer feel as though they were in a loving, caring relationship, as opposed to causing an individual to fall in love. The brewing of such potions are quite easy for the inexperienced to muck up which can have severe repercussions.
One of two things occur most frequently when one improperly brews a love potion. The first is that it explodes, which results in the brewer turning an intense shade of pink for a length of time. The second is, in essence, a lust potion. However, lust potions also have their limits as well. They are unable to create feelings of lust from out of nowhere, there must be more than a little underlying attraction between the consumers. Thus, rather than for any nefarious uses, they are more suitable for couples attempting to rekindle their love lives, a reliable method to spice up orgies or for zookeepers attempting to get intransigent, endangered animals to mate. Like most potions, there is also a maximum recommended amount one should consume in order to enjoy the best possible effects with the smallest chance for any mishaps. Unfortunately, Romilda Vane was not particularly gifted at the science of potion making nor was she currently pink. The amount that was in each of those chocolates, could not be said, as Romilda also did not diligently measure having decided the more the better. In any case, Ginny and Luna would have been hard pressed to recall how many they each ate.
“Soooo Luna, we didn’t get to finish our little chat yesterday,” Ginny said, failing to nonchalantly switch the topic from Charms to Luna and Harry’s sex life.
“What do you mean?” Luna asked, not looking, still thumbing through her book. They had only been studying for roughly five minutes.
“Come onnnn, you’ve had sex with Harry, not once, but twice now” Ginny said, raising a hand to silence Luna before she could deny it. “Give up the goods.”
“Well…” Luna began, she was starting to feel warm. “It’s a little stuffy in here.”
“Don’t change the subject,” Ginny said, exasperated. “Not again.”
It was indeed feeling slightly warmer in the room to Ginny as well, though she was in her new team sweatsuit. But after a full day of waiting for this discussion Ginny was more than frustrated by Luna’s desire to actually study. Not to mention that thinking about two of her closest friends, both of whom she had more than a little attraction to, fucking like mink had made sleeping nearly impossible. Well sleeping without taking care of herself first had been nearly impossible. Her relationship with Dean had been on the rocks for a while now, neither was particularly interested in it outside of their physical attraction to one another. That attraction was fading though, particularly on Dean’s part, since Ginny had staunchly refused to have sex with him.
It was not as if she were guarding her chastity for any specific reason. It just seemed tacky to lose it to a person whom she could not picture herself being with for more than a few more weeks. It also did not help that since hearing of Luna and Harry’s first encounter, most of her fantasies and daydreams involved her two friends engaging in various sex acts. However, now that Luna mentioned it, Ginny was also feeling more than a little hot in her sweatpants. After unzipping and removing the hoodie she wore over her tank top, she absently grabbed for another piece of chocolate, but found the box empty. Without the jacket she felt slightly cooler, but could not help notice that her skin had a slight flush to it.
“Sorry,” Luna said, drawing her attention, as she popped the last one in her mouth. “All gone.”
“That’s fine, you can make it up to me.” Ginny said, throwing herself onto her stomach, head propped up in her hands. “Talk dirty to me Lovegood and don’t you dare skimp on the details.”
Luna did not argue the point this time and commenced with sharing her escapades. Ginny had not known Luna was such a colorful storyteller and she could also not be accused of skimping on the details. She was more than vivid in her retelling of her and Harry’s sexual encounters, to the point where Ginny was having a hard time not picturing them. It was surprisingly easy for her to mentally paint the picture of the petite blonde straddling Harry, his hands on her hips as she rode him, her hair wild and her body covered in sweat. The details of Luna and Harry’s last encounter, seemed to wrap around Ginny, causing her to fidget as she lay there. Then again, the chocolates were unknowingly enhancing her senses.
Subconsciously, one of her hands moved from supporting her chin and traveled downward. It was not until reaching the waistband of her sweatpants, and then feeling her fingertips brushing against the hem of her underwear, that she was brought back to reality. Pulling away, she reached for the box of chocolate again to keep it busy, while still intently listening to the story Luna was recounting. She felt as though she were thinking inside a cloud. A pink mist colored the corners of her vision, and Luna’s details were made all the more intense by the magic induced haze of lust. She stared up, through half lidded eyes, at the blonde girl from her prone position.
“The chocolates are gone,” Luna said, reminding her just as her hand rediscovered this fact.
The chocolates were indeed gone. ‘Fuck, those were good’, Ginny thought. ‘I wonder where she got them’.
Ginny could not be sure if Luna’s voice simply sounded dreamier, if everything sounded dreamy or if it was some combination of the two. Her friend’s tone seemed subtly different though. More sensual, even as the individual words became harder to discern through the fog. Still looking up at Luna, who continued to talk, she could not help but to appraise her friend and wonder when she had become so pretty. With her button nose, porcelain skin, bee-stung pink lips which were still forming surprisingly filthy words in an effort to paint as complete a picture as possible, Ginny could not help but stare. Her wide eyes gave her an innocent look, as misleading as it was, even if they were half lidded now. It was getting harder to keep her hands out of her pants as she listened to Luna speak and she idly wondered if Luna would mind if, just for a little bit, she took care of herself. Of course, Luna did not have to stop talking, in fact she would prefer if she kept going. Her story was doing wonders for the warmth between Ginny’s legs, one that was spreading throughout her body.
‘Merlin, Luna’s a tease. I don’t know how Harry puts up with her’, Ginny thought. Luna knew what she was doing to her, she reasoned. Looking back towards the empty box of chocolates, something in the back of her mind seeming to think they were important. Luna had stopped talking and Ginny noticed that she seemed far away, perhaps in thought. It was probably for the best though, because Ginny was soaked. Unreasonably soaked and she did not think she could handle any more of the story. Luna’s eyes were clenched shut and she seemed to be taking deep breaths and chewing on her lower lip alternatively. The redhead could not help but notice how wonderfully alluring her chest looked as it rose and fell, even through the woolen fabric of her sweater. She noticed a small smudge on Luna’s face, near her pouty, pink lips.
To Luna’s credit, she realized something was wrong before Ginny. Still too late, but she realized. At first, she had assumed that recounting her sexual escapades to her friend, who she admittedly found very attractive, was simply turning her on. Watching the redhead squirm, her creamy skin flushed a slight pink, on the bed in front of her, had indeed caused her to be more vivid in recounting her escapades in the hopes of getting a rise out of her. Partially because she was still working on her plan to include her friend in some of her and Harry’s fun and partially because Luna was coming to realize she could be a bit of a tease. However, towards the end, she knew it was more than that. She felt abnormally aroused, her body feeling as though it was on fire and her mind foggy as if she were thinking inside a cloud.
‘What did Ginny say about the chocolates?’ Luna tried to recall, chewing on her lower lip. It was really hard to think straight. ‘They were quite delicious’. She opened her eyes and looked down at her friend. The redhead was already looking up at her, the expression on her face was one Luna was sure she recognized. Luna’s gaze was unable to help but linger on Ginny’s face. Her nose and cheeks were flushed to the degree that the smattering of freckles they were covered in were hard to distinguish from the surrounding skin. Arousal painted her face, Luna knew that she must have been feeling the same thing she was. If it were possible, the redhead looked sexier drunk on lust. Her almond shaped eyes smoky with lust, so much so that Luna found it very hard to tear her gaze away. Something was wrong though and, despite what her brain was saying, it was not the fact that she was not currently nibbling on the redhead’s plump, full lips.
“You have a bit of…” Ginny indicated to the area on her own face, then, as an alternative, reached up herself, wiping the chocolate from Luna’s mouth with her thumb. The physical contact shattering the thoughts Luna was trying to put together.
Luna watched as she stuck the chocolate smudged digit between her full lips. Staring as she sucked the remnants of the rich chocolate off. Watched her close her eyes, obviously intoxicated by the taste and Luna felt her legs becoming weak and trembled slightly as a pang of desire shot through her.
“You need to leave,” Luna said, her voice sounded dreamy, quivering and uncertain even to her own ears. Her eyes were closed again as she was trying her best to remain grounded, a difficult task for her, even on her best day. Ginny just needed to leave, right now, so Luna could take care of herself and before whatever was effecting her washed away all semblances of rational thought.
“What?! You promised and you weren’t done telling me about…” Ginny whined, trailing off when she realized that she could not remember exactly what they had been talking about. It was hard to recall, she just knew that she would be frustrated if Luna stopped talking. Though she was already frustrated and hot, really hot. Luna looked hot as well. Especially in all of those clothes.
“We really shouldn’t…” Luna’s eyes had been trying to remain closed, it would make it easier to focus, but not by much. Listening to Ginny’s words, which now resembled the purrs of a large hungry cat, made keeping them shut near impossible.
Her mouth was incredibly dry, a funny coincidence, she thought, considering how wet she was. Moistening her lips with her tongue, she opened her mouth to begin to speak again, but the words died in her throat. Her willpower was crumbling rapidly, a situation that was not aided as Ginny rested her hand on Luna’s thigh. Luna’s love of chocolate had been her undoing, though she did not know this. She had almost double the amount that Ginny did. It was not dangerous, not physically at least, but the intense arousal she was feeling did make her feel as though her brain would melt if she did not get release soon. Harry, since he was not in front of her, was not at the forefront of her mind. Even as her subconscious screamed about her new boyfriend and fidelity, thoughts which were not about the equally horny, incredibly sexy redhead currently lying in her bed were being unknowingly silenced by the potion.
She felt Ginny’s hand on her thigh, and even despite the layer of clothing, felt amazingly comforting against Luna’s burning skin. She felt feverish, and it seemed as if only her friend’s touch could soothe the deep, fiery ache in her core. Her hand was tentative, seemingly testing the waters, and squeezed her thigh gently, the pressure excruciatingly tender. A moan escaped her lips, her entire body having turned into a large erogenous zone without her notice. She mumbled something, it vaguely resembled ‘that’s nice’, but was largely incoherent, that having been robbed from her as well by the grip on her thigh, that by now was growing bolder. Trying her best not to give in, it was all she could do to stay still, as stopping her friend was not an option.
Ginny still did not consider herself a lesbian, or even bisexual really, though, at the moment, she was not considering much apart from the warm, pliant flesh of Luna’s thigh. Sure, she thought some girls were attractive, she was not blind. Tonight Luna was chief amongst them, still she was not sure if Luna would be open to her advances. They had shared a kiss, two kisses, but the first was a demonstration and the second a dare. Her hand traveled up higher, feeling the heat coming from Luna’s core as it did, looking for any indication from the girl that she wanted her to stop. All thoughts of Harry had been stolen from her as well, with all concerns constrained to the happenings of this room and how best to progress.
So far, Luna seemed receptive to her hand, only a small humming noise coming from her as she rocked back and forth. Besides a slight tremble, she made no move to stop Ginny’s hand and the redhead could see her still biting on her lower lip. To Ginny she seemed excruciatingly horny and vulnerable, and when she removed her hand, Luna opened her eyes and elicited a pained whimper of disapproval. Ginny sat up from her prone position and the two girls simply stared at each other. The air was thick with the magically enhanced lust they shared.
“Luna,” Ginny said, almost a whisper, it was becoming too much for her to bear and she suspected that her friend was the cure.
Hearing her friend say her name was the final straw and time seemed to skip ahead a few seconds. Luna did not remember how she ended up laying on her side, embracing Ginny’s burning frame, her lips pressed to hers in an insistent kiss. She felt hands travelling under her sweater, exposing her flushed skin to the cool air of the castle. Ginny broke the kiss, but Luna’s disappointment was short-lived as she felt her lips kissing her neck. Each kiss seemingly cooling small patches of her skin. Luna could feel hands travelling up under her sweater, enjoying them immensely as they finally reached and cupped her breasts. She wanted to join in and explore her friend’s body in turn, but the combination of her friend’s lips and hands kept her writhing and moaning, until she found herself on her back. The unnatural lust making her less of a participant in this and more of a passive receiver of her friend’s lustful exploration.
In an instant, the redhead was on top of her grinning, books and empty box of chocolates knocked to the floor. She pinned Luna’s arms above her head and her red hair, a waterfall, fell in fiery cascades. The chill in the night air only served to highlight the heat coming off of Ginny, and as Luna felt her friend’s mouth press against her own she had no choice except to melted into her soft lips. The internal battle was fought, and loss, valiantly as the potion fully took effect on the blonde girl, all thoughts other than Ginny’s lips and body became irrelevant background noise. Her tongue entering Luna’s mouth forcefully, hungrily, as she used her leverage to keep her friend at her mercy. Not that it was necessary, Luna’s body, though squirming, was more than willing to accept Ginny’s attentions by this point and her tongue met the redhead’s with matched vigor. Ginny broke the kiss punctuating it with a small nip at her lower lip, panting slightly. She released her hands, climbing off of the girl, causing Luna to let out another groan of disapproval.
The feeling of her friend’s soft hands, lifting her up her sweater and exposing her burning skin to the cool air of the castle shattered that line of thinking. Ginny’s hands ran up Luna’s stomach, fingers drawing lazy circles in her flushed skin causing Luna to let out a soft, soothed moan of pleasure. She raised herself up as she felt her sweater being pulled over her head to aid in its removal and reveal her soft breasts and hard nipples. They ached for attention and if Luna could have expressed her desires verbally she would have, however the magically induced lust had robbed her body of most non-essential functions.
Ginny had always loved Luna’s breasts, perky and firm, they looked larger than average on the petite girl. However, it was not until now that she became desperate to know how they tasted. She flicked the nipple with her tongue and found the moan Luna emitted in response incredibly sexy. Doubly so when combined with the way she squirmed and panted as Ginny’s tongue explored her soft, creamy breasts. ‘I can see why Harry has been fucking her brains out.’ The thought stopped Ginny, the fleeting consideration of Harry almost breaking through the potion’s effects. Unfortunately, this only lasted a second as the potion’s magic dispersed the feelings of guilt, and she resumed her exploration, spurred on by the desperate whimpers the girl was making.
As she felt the redhead’s mouth close around the tender bud of her nipple, her hips lifted off the bed and a gasp escaped her lips. She had to grip the bed sheets underneath her before being able to relax. Between the heat and the aching need, Luna felt as though she were close to melting. Ginny’s teeth nipping tenderly at her soft breasts along with the gentle kisses she placed intermittently between the bites were only serving to increase her desires. She could feel Ginny playing with the waistband of her pajama pants, teasing her with the possibility of some relief. She no longer wanted this, she needed this as whatever was pumping through her veins threatened to drive her insane if it were not quelled.
“Ginny, please” Luna half gasped half whimpered, her hips moving involuntarily.
The sound she emitted was less a moan of pleasure and more a sigh of relief when she finally felt the hand slip into her pajamas and panties in one swift motion. She felt her friend’s mouth leave her nipple, and looked up to the girl, who still kneeled to the side of her. The need must have been evident in her eyes, because the hunger was evident in Ginny’s. She appeared much like a lion that had cornered prey and simply could not decide how to indulge itself in its catch. Although Ginny’s confident, predatory look was betrayed by the gasp she emitted when her hand finally reached Luna’s core.
“Merlin, you’re hot,” Ginny said, speaking both figuratively and literally. Her voice had taken on a low, smoky tone, as if to complement the fiery red of her hair.
She noted that Luna seemed only able to reply with nods, a pleading look in her eyes. While Ginny enjoyed the sense of control she had over Luna, teasing the poor girl only seemed cruel now. Not to mention her own needs were building. She did not want to be selfish but she was rapidly approaching the point at which she would require a little attention herself. She experimentally ran her finger along Luna’s slit, eliciting a small exhale from the girl, and it came away wet with the girl’s arousal. Luna was positively drenched, something they had in common, and her finger drew another moan from Luna’s when it came in contact with her hard clit. She kept it there, rubbing small circles, eliciting pants and moans of pleasure. Ginny’s body moved on autopilot, seemingly knowing just what her friend wanted, leaning over to plant more kisses on Luna’s form. Kisses turned to nibbles as she reached Luna’s ears, already flushed a bright scarlet, and she cooed sweet nothings amid the bites, her fingers skillfully manipulating the girl’s clit.
Ginny had never heard so many curse words coming from anyone before, especially not Luna. She mumbled them in between whimpers of pleasure and deep inhales of breath. Luna was not going to last long, she was too overstimulated, and Ginny could see that. She hoped Luna would be willing to reciprocate the favor and her thighs clenched together reflexively at the thought. Her finger sped up, energetically rubbing against the little button that was garnering such a pleasant response from Luna. She wanted Luna to cum hard for her and, after a particularly rough tug of her earlobe, she told her such. She did not have to wait much longer, and when Luna peaked her back arched and her eyelids fluttered softly. Her orgasm hit her hard, and for a moment Ginny was afraid she had stopped breathing. Ginny watched as her friend lay there, panting and trying to collect herself. She did not want to interrupt, but her own body was starting to ache for a similar release.
“Umm Luna,” Ginny said, hoping to rouse the girl from her orgasmic daze.
Luna, being much tinier than Ginny and having consumed almost twice as much chocolate, had been more intensely affected by the potion. That orgasm had helped to clear up her thoughts a little, though she reasoned another two or three would help her feel closer to her true self. ‘Maybe four’ she thought, then looked up at her redheaded assailant whose face looked as flushed as hers felt. Ginny was kneeling over her body, her hands flexing at her sides, as if she had to struggle hard not to touch herself. If she was feeling anything like Luna had felt, that was a hard struggle indeed. Luna raised herself up into a similar kneeling position, she was not the kind of girl to leave a friend hanging.
Placing a delicate hand on her friend’s chest, she shoved her down onto her back, Ginny letting out a small squeak as she lost her balance. Luna quickly had the girl’s top removed and, though this was not her ultimate goal, she could not help but stop to admire her friend’s breasts. Ginny’s breasts were much larger than Luna’s, definitely more than a handful, at least one of Luna’s, and had a smidgeon of delicate freckles that stood out like a constellation against Ginny’s creamy skin. Luna began her exploration by planting a small kiss on her lips, followed by a bite to her lower lip. Though Luna had a hunch that Ginny was not in the mood for much foreplay at the moment, her lips made her want to linger a bit longer. They were full, plush and simply made to be kissed really. She went back for another, this one deeper, her hands finally able to explore her friend’s body, her tongue slipping into Ginny’s mouth.
Ginny had never made out with another girl before tonight, not to mention the other firsts, but was finding it to be an infinitely enjoyable experience. Luna’s kiss conveyed the hunger she was still experiencing as her tongue explored Ginny’s mouth. She moaned, she could still taste the chocolate on it and felt as though that should remind her of something. It was a thought that left as quickly as it entered, as even as Luna kissed her, her delicate hands had moved from massaging her breasts to tugging at the sweatpants she wore. With no other prompting, she lifted her butt, allowing them to be removed and sighing as the cool air hit her fully naked body. Luna broke the kiss, and before Ginny could moan her disapproval, she felt kisses trailing down her body. Luna’s soft lips doing a magnificent job at stoking the growing fire inside of her and once she felt them dip below her navel, she had a good idea of what Luna had in store for her.
With a surprising strength, Luna spread her legs, causing Ginny to let out a yelp of surprise. She moaned as Luna nibbled down one of her inner thighs, trailing bites all the way from her hipbone to her mid-thigh, then switched to the other thigh making her way up. Ginny knew that she was purposefully avoiding where she was needed most, which only served to frustrate the redhead. She gripped the bed underneath her, biting her lower lip as the bites closed in on their ultimate goal, though at a maddeningly slow pace.
‘She’s trying to drive me crazy, isn’t she’ Ginny thought, pride was battling against the potion coursing through her veins, which caused her libido to work in overdrive, making demands she could not resist. She felt Luna nibble down on her hipbone, taking the trip back towards her core centimeter by maddening centimeter.
“Fuck Luna, Merlin, please” Ginny broke, she was too horny, and Luna’s mouth felt too good to not be applied to her overheated pussy.
“Please what?” Luna said, her voice hot and dreamy, between nips.
Luna was a tease, and the potion had not changed that about her personality, if anything it had made it worst. After all, turnabout is fair play, and Ginny had made a mess of her, a favor she was more than eager to return, very much so, in fact. Her own hand had slipped back into her pajama pants, idly playing with her own, still very needy pussy. She did hope her headstrong friend could not hold out for too long. She just needed to hear her say the words.
“Really Luna? You’re going to make me ask for it,” Ginny said, exasperated and the look on her friend’s face confirmed that she was indeed going to make her beg.
Ginny adopted her best fake pout, one that would give Luna’s a run for its money, but the blonde girl apparently needed verbal confirmation.
“Please eat my pussy Luna” She whimpered, a sound which Luna was not accustomed to hearing from the often cocky girl. “Plleeeasssseeee.”
“Oh, why didn’t you say so sooner?” Luna asked, the artificial surprise in her voice doing little to disguise her eagerness at the task.
Ginny had never received, or given, oral sex before and her toes clenched during the milliseconds of anticipation before she felt Luna’s delicate, pink tongue take its first tentative lick of her sex. She let out the breath she was holding, it escaping in a soft gasp. Apparently, Luna found her flavor to be more than appealing, and followed up with a second, slower lick. This elicited another low moan of appreciation from Ginny, her hands releasing the clenched sheets and going to the back of the blonde’s head. As Luna planted exploratory kisses, licks and nibbles along her folds, she stroked her hair. Wrapping the blonde strands around her fingers and only gripping them hard once Luna’s tongue grew bolder in its exploration. Her juices were flowing liberally by now, and Luna dutifully lapped them up. She had no idea where Luna learned to use her tongue like this, the way she drew lazy circles on her clit was maddening, and she knew she could get addicted to it quickly.
“Fuck you’re good at that,” She murmured, her grasp not slacking.
Luna simply replied with a muffled sound, inserting a finger as her tongue worked busily. She had never considered what Ginny’s pussy would taste like, she had tried her own, curiosity getting the best of her. The taste was slightly similar, but had its own peculiarities that Luna could not quite put her finger on. Either way she found it an enjoyable taste, though not enough to distract her from her own need, her free hand going back to give attention to her own soaked pussy as she worked. The orgasm that Ginny gave her had done little to sate the thirst in her for long. Ginny’s hand was strong and urgent on the back of her head now, trying to pull her closer, as if that were possible. With all of the redhead’s squirming and writhing, Luna did feel more as though she were grinding her clit against her tongue as opposed to allowing her to lick it properly.
She was willing to forgive her enthusiasm, especially if she was feeling anything like Luna was. Luna’s pussy, even after having been easily been brought to one orgasm, felt as though she was primed for another and it was all she could do to keep herself sane to slide two fingers in, matching the two she now had in Ginny. Her tongue vibrating against Ginny’s clit when she moaned as she simulated wand movements with it. She could tell Ginny was getting closer though, and she was as well, about to bring herself to another climax with her own fingers. Ginny’s grip on her hair grew painfully tight, as Luna felt her body tighten up, the pain mixed with the pleasure she was giving herself to push her over the edge again.
In Ginny’s defense, she had never had her pussy eaten before, especially not by a girl. Especially not by a girl with as talented a tongue as Luna’s seem to be in possession of. So while the flow of obscenities that she let loose in between moans was extremely vulgar, it was also somewhat uncharacteristic. Every muscle in her body tightened, back arching as her fingers grasped passionately at her friend’s tangle of hair. If Luna was complaining about her manhandling, she could not hear it over her own moans. Her orgasm seemingly lasted for hours but was closer to a full minute. When she was finally able to release her grasp of her friend’s hair, upon consideration, she was surprised by the fact that Luna’s face was only moderately drenched.
Luna quickly moved up her body, ditching the last of her clothing as she did, and entered her waiting arms to engage in another round of kissing. It seemed that she had not had enough of Ginny’s lips, and pressed her mouth against the redhead’s, allowing her to taste herself on the girl’s mouth. Luna loved kissing Ginny, her lips were full and plush, and she could not help but wonder how it would feel against her own pussy. Her hands explored the redhead’s body, much different than her own. Where Luna was all soft curves and porcelain skin, Ginny, having grown up in a family of men and boys, had a noticeable layer of muscle under her soft skin and Luna found her hands going back to the redhead’s firm ass, squeezing it in her own surprisingly strong hands.
Ginny’s hands soon followed suit, finding Luna’s soft body pressed against her own a welcome sensation as she bathed in her post orgasmic bliss. The girl’s tongue was back in her mouth, exploring hungrily, and she moaned into the kiss as she received the girl’s tongue. Eyes closed, her hands roamed the Luna’s body, trying to decide on which part she found the most enticing. Settling on resting one hand on the girl’s breasts and the other on her upper thigh, she massaged them as she felt her own ass being fondled. She felt as though every nerve ending in her body was alight, throbbing to be touched and only Luna’s soft form pressed against her could soothe the ache. They could have stayed like this forever, had the magic in their systems not began to wane.
Simultaneously, each had a thought that poured ice water over the whole situation:
‘Mmm I can’t believe Harry has been keeping her to himself, that wanker’ Ginny thought, her ass still being firmly palmed by Luna.
‘Ginny’s lips really are wonderful. I bet they would look great around Harry’s cock’ Luna thought, imagining the scene.
Both suddenly broke their embrace, sliding to opposite ends of the bed, as far as they could manage before falling off. They breathed heavily, on their sides, looking at each other. Both were still flushed and a bit horny, but able to think clearer now. Luna fell onto her back, staring at the ceiling, the flat of her hand pressed against her eyes. She was exhausted and still frustrated but more than that she was incredibly troubled. Ginny had to fight to tear her eyes away from the girl’s form, she was still horny but this had already gone way too far. She physically shook the thoughts out of her head, her curly red hair drenched in sweat, matching the rest of her and Luna’s bodies.
“There was…there was something in the chocolate” she said, tentatively, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Yeah” Luna said, her own voice dreamy, she was not looking at her, simply deep breathing.
“A love potion or something” Ginny said, still sheepish.
“A bad one” Luna said, her voice was flat, doing nothing to portray the worry she was feeling.
Ginny could not help but smirk at that, she had had fun, not realizing how much she would enjoy her first experience with another girl. Unfortunately, she knew why Luna looked so upset and she was also worried. She copied her friend’s pose, not to make fun of her, but because she felt similarly and thought the deep breathing would help cool her down.
“So, do we have to tell Harry about this?” She asked, breaking the silence and broaching the topic on both of their minds.
“Yes” Luna said, without hesitating.
“Right then” Ginny said, a wave of anxiety washing over her. She knew her friend was right and she would not have respected her had she wanted to hide what happened. “That’ll be a fun conversation. Hey, Harry guess what we have in common now? We’ve both shagged your girlfriend.”
Luna let out a short laugh, one devoid of all humor. Things were not going according to plan.

A/N: Sorry for the wait. I got a little edit happy with this one, hopefully it shows. Thanks again for all the constructive criticism and lovely reviews. I might also be in the market for a beta reader, so if that interests you or you just want to send me direct feedback/criticism feel free to e-mail me at deathbyhedonism@gmail.com. Hope you enjoyed the update, rate and review if it pleases you.
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