Girls & Boys

Hola. Just wanted to give a hearty thanks for the last few reviews I\'ve gotten. Oric 13 and Cheater 71 were especially thoughtful. Sorry this took so long, but the holidays were hectic and I also had a bit of a block in all my writing. There might be a hiatus between this chapter and the next, as I plan on dedicating myself to writing the ending of my other fic, but rest assured, this will be completed. I probably have another two or three chapters left to go.



Thanks again for the lovely reviews. Hope everyone had a nice holiday season. Props to the first person who can find my King Missile reference in the following chapter.







Chapter 9









Baby\'s on fire

Better throw her in the water

Look at her laughing

Like a heifer to the slaughter



Baby\'s on fire

And all the laughing boys are bitching

Waiting for photos

Oh the plot is so bewitching



Rescuers row row

Do your best to change the subject

Blow the wind blow blow

Lend some assistance to the object



Photographers snip snap

Take your time she\'s only burning

This kind of experience

Is necessary for her learning



If you\'ll be my flotsam

I could be half the man I used to

They said you were hot stuff

And that\'s what Baby\'s been reduced to...

----Baby’s On Fire, Brian Eno















Luna sat watching Harry practice from up in the bleachers. They would be playing Slytherin at the next game and the team was looking sharp in their maneuvers. Harry appeared particularly focused, but every once in a while, he would dart a quick look up to her spot on the bench, his expression inscrutable. She sighed and let her gaze wander over the clouds, heavy with an oncoming snow. Luna was sorely missing having Harry whenever she wanted him. It had been almost a week since he had requested a separation and she was feeling it in every nerve of her body. So far, it was mostly physical, as though Harry had been a powerful drug in her system and she was suffering from the withdrawal. She needed sex. She was craving it, actually, but more than that she needed to feel that supremely satisfying high of manipulating Harry to her desires.





Luna wanted sex with Harry, although she was ready to admit that anyone’s body, or perhaps several, would do if he didn’t change his mind soon. She had grown accustomed to being sexually charged through much of her days and the loss was distracting. It was seriously affecting her schoolwork, too, which was not only unlike her but extremely bad timing. Her Potions project was supposed to be completed by the end of the month and she had gone stagnant for ideas on how to proceed. Her drive had hugely diminished now that she didn’t have Harry to alter at the experiment’s culmination, which had been the reward dangling before her like a carrot for the mule. There was simply no need for it anymore. However, she still had to turn in something of substance to her Professor. Her declining interest in the research was instead overtaken by thoughts of what Harry was doing at any given moment in the day.





She watched him closely at meal times, noticing the stares he would get from various girls around the hall, some passing by him on their way out with a smirk or a tug at his hair while Hermione gave them annoyed looks and Ron rolled his eyes. Luna had heard the rumors, of course. Lara had spoken about the gossip excitedly, if not a bit accusatory, in their room at night when the first wave of it had passed through the school. The bubbly girl had admitted that she’d shared with a few of her friends that she’d had a taste of Harry’s gifts, also, and had openly suggested the rumors were true based on her experience. Su had been smug as a Kneazle with a rat tail hanging from its mouth, but she had said nothing about it, just coolly remarked that Harry was quite popular, after all, while she scratched out her homework on a scroll of parchment. When Luna had baldly asked her if she’d been a part of the group of girls Harry had supposedly shagged, Su just gave her a beguiling smile with a shrug of her shoulders. Luna was pretty sure she had her answer and she felt the first stirrings of anger like a spark in her chest. She was not used to feeling jealousy and didn’t recognize her reaction as such, but it had continued to burn her for the next few days every time she glanced at her roommate giggling with her friends.





It depressed Luna that not only was Harry seeing other girls so soon after he dumped her, but had continued the group sex that she had originally initiated. It felt like he was doing it deliberately to get back at her, somehow, although she didn’t really know for sure. While it hadn’t bothered her seeing Harry having it off with other girls when she was coordinating things—he was acting on her command, after all—it was galling to think of him pleasuring more young women on his own. Had any of them deigned to turn Harry into their personal sex slave yet? Did any of them even realize what potential they had in the Boy Who Lived? She highly doubted they did. Most of the females attending Hogwarts were seriously limited in their thinking, as were most of the students, generally. Their combined imaginations were about as exciting and open-minded as a Bundimun fungus.





She sighed into the cold air and watched her breath plume in front of her. It looked as though the gang below was readying to go back in. Harry was calling a halt to their practice and each team member started to assemble the equipment. Luna wondered if she’d be able to talk with Harry were she to show up at the tent as they were leaving to go back to the castle. She hadn’t approached him in all this time in light of Harry’s request, but she felt a wild pull inside of her that didn’t care about his feelings at the moment. Luna wanted to be up close to him and see what was in his expression. Then she wanted to run her fingers through that messy head of hair and maybe touch his lips. Then she wanted to push Harry to his knees and lift up her skirt, dragging his mouth to her cunt. Then, oh, Merlin, then she wanted to feel his tongue inside her while she grabbed tight to those spastic locks and slammed her crotch against his face. And then….and then, she’d pull him to one of the benches and spell off his clothes and, and……….bugger. Luna sighed again, a deep longing shuddering through her in the exhale. That wasn’t going to happen. Might as well not get into a frenzy about it, she decided.





The girl got up and gingerly made her way down the steps of the bleachers, her eyes cast to her feet. When she got to the ground and looked towards the field, the Gryffindors were gone, but someone was watching her at the other end of the stands. She could feel the heat of Andrew’s eyes on her even before he stepped close enough for her to make out his face in the fading light. He truly confused her with his unwavering fascination and Luna couldn’t conceive the origin of his attraction. It just seemed to spring from some strange ideas that he held about her, ones that didn’t seem connected to her personally. Not looking forward to being followed around, she pre-empted Andrew’s trajectory and approached him herself. She was in a mood to be confrontational. With her hair streaming behind her as it fell from the knot atop her head, speared by her wand, she marched swiftly to where he stood waiting.





As Luna drew near, Andrew let a lazy smile adorn his face. “Lovegood,” he drawled. “What are you up to, luv? Stalking the ex, are we?”





“Well, you would know all about stalking, Andrew.” Her retort was matter-of-fact and held no disdain but the underlying sting made the boy’s gaze narrow as he studied her. “I just wanted to watch him on the field. Harry is very attractive in his uniform.”





Andrew’s smile disappeared altogether but he let his eyes wander over her form in an obvious manner before muttering his disapproval. “Don’t know what you see in the berk. He’s so fucking self-righteous, it’s nauseating,” he sneered.





Luna’s face lit up, her lips curving upward. “Well, his bum looks amazing in those Quidditch pants. And he’s a hell of a shag,” she raved, blatantly ignoring his dig at Harry. She was amused to see his expression disgruntle further.





“Yeah, well, sounds like he’s shagging every other bint in the school now, don’it? So, what have you been doing to fill your time without him, Lovegood? I’m surprised I haven’t seen you sniffing around for some tasty cock over at the Slytherin dorms. You know you want it, girl, I can see it in your walk.” His smirk returned in full force and Luna didn’t know if she wanted to slap it off or sit on it. “If you’d like, I can take care of that itch for you.”





The proposal was not unwelcome to Luna. As much as the boy wore down her patience, he did have a nice knob and knew how to put it to good use. He was right in that she was aching for some real flesh between her thighs. Her dildo had almost overheated the other night as she took it into super mode. Once more, she thought longingly of Harry’s body and what she wanted to do with it, but conceded that she would have to partake of other options. Still, she didn’t bother to answer Andrew, just stared back at him with her huge eyes until he was licking his lips and moving in rather close. His breathing was getting heavier as it breezed over her face and Luna felt a hand clutch at her waist. Her eyelids shut sleepily while she waited for him to make the next move.





“Tell me you want to get fucked,” he whispered harshly in her ear. Luna’s eyes popped open and stared back at him again, but she said nothing. He looked as if he wanted to devour her and when his hand shakily reached up and started to unbutton her robe, she let him. When he’d opened the front and shifted back the material by the lapels, he glanced sharply at her as his hand went to cup her sex through her skirt. Luna felt the hard ache inside her grow bigger and a cold chill sweep through, turning her nipples to icy points. “I want to hear you beg me to fuck you,” Andrew hissed again.





Luna only sighed then jutted her chin forward as she continued to stare straight through him. The boy looked unsettled by her gaze but pressed himself flat against her. “You like it, don’t you?” he asked forcefully, but it sounded as if he was trying to convince himself more than her, Luna thought. Her eyes never leaving his, she reached down to the hem of her skirt and scrunched it up in her fingers, pulling upwards as her feet took one step to each side. Andrew’s eyes widened but he was quick to delve his hand into her panties and take advantage of her offer. His fingers were grubby against her skin as they made their way inside of her opening and pushed hard, no subtlety to be employed by his jerky movements. When he bent his head to kiss her, she turned her head to the side and closed her eyes again. Andrew licked her neck instead and pumped her a few times, his arm now wrapped tight around her as it reached for her arse.





“Yeah, I’m going to put my meat inside of you, little tease, you little slag. You love it, admit it. Just tell me how much you want my cock and I’ll let you have it, Loony,” he implored. Yet, Luna only gave him her wistful half-smile and shrugged one shoulder, as if it didn’t matter to her one way or the other. Secretly, though, she wanted him to fuck her deeply. She knew he could feel how wet she was, but it was a game, now, and she liked games.





Andrew gave a gruff sound of exasperation before taking hold of her hand, his fingers exiting her channel and tugging up her knickers, then dragging her with him as he headed to the ends of the stands. He rounded the bottom bench and headed to the back, eventually taking her underneath the construction of seats. It was quite dark under here but he angled her body in front of him so he could push her against the railing behind them that enforced the topmost bleacher. His hands worked roughly as he pulled knickers all the way down and pulled one of her legs free. Andrew was ripping at his own robe and then wrestling with his belt buckle, his breathing labored by the time he was eagerly getting his pants undone. As soon as he had them pushed down far enough, he was grabbing for her again, lifting her up so he could position his prick at her slick gash and then gripping her arse cheeks for a hold as he plunged inside. The bars behind her dug into Luna’s back but the sound coming out of her mouth was not from pain as she moaned deeply from the penetration. Gods, it felt good. Andrew was moaning, too, in rapid bursts, his fingers bruising her while he bopped her up and down on his stiffness. When he moved his arms to curve around her back and cling to her, his face buried in her chest, he began to thrust inside her so intensely she was being ground into the metal holding them up.





“Fuck, open up your shirt, I need to see your tits. Luna, let me suck on your tits.” He sounded so needy that Luna reacted instinctively, unbuttoning her blouse and pulling her breasts from the cups of her bra. Andrew’s groan was muffled as he licked and bit at them, his fervor mounting as he continued to drive into her. Luna goaded him with her moans. She wanted more. The girl wished he had a bigger cock, even as she noted that he was a pretty sizable bloke to begin with. In her distracted state, she gave a thought to her assignment and recalled how amazing it had been when she’d expanded Harry’s girth and length with her potion. Maybe she had a reason to get back to work, after all. Yet, Andrew seemed to be doing his best to plow her as deeply as possible, hitting her cervix with just the right amount of pressure for her to see stars. The bright spots made her think of her Spectrespecs illuminating the presence of Wrackspurts.





He wasn’t as thorough as Ernie, but Luna could appreciate the enthusiasm Andrew brought to the practice. He was groaning fitfully now as his zeal overtook his steady pacing, his bum speeding up while he pounded her. She let him know how much she was enjoying his exertions with her squeals and moans, but she wasn’t quite ready to come yet and had a feeling Andrew would beat her to the punch again. She tried to slow him down by squeezing her legs around him and contracting her inner walls tightly around his prick. Andrew shouted at first, but then stilled for a few beats while he caught his breath.





“It’s not a race,” Luna told him between her own hard gusts of breaths. She reached down to press her finger to her clit and start to increase some friction while she pushed her pelvis into the boy. He leaned her into the bars so he could grab her thighs and when he resumed thrusting he moved a bit more slowly, his gaze stuck fast to the sight of his dick penetrating her. Luna put up her arms and held on to the scaffolding behind her as she absorbed every bit of feeling. Her mind drifted and she soon felt soothed by the rocking motions like a babe in swaddling. Even as Andrew sped up his rhythm, she concentrated solely on the thickness in her cunt. When he gasped into her neck and shuddered with his release, Luna felt an encompassing smugness with the surge. The boy was not nearly as interesting or fun as Harry, but he was predictable and she knew how to manage him. He exhaled a deep sigh into her shoulder before pulling back to look at her face.





“You’re not much of a talker during sex, are you?” he noted, his breathing still ragged.





“There’s nothing to say, really, is there?” Luna countered. Vaisey was a funny one, she thought for the umpteenth time.





“Well, you’re usually more vocal when you’re with your bloody hero,” he pouted, which only amused Luna more.





“Oh, I have plenty to say to Harry. We work together well. But then, I suppose you know that if you’ve been spying on us during intimate encounters. I assume that was you watching us on the train, then?”





Andrew took his hands away from her as he stepped back to pull up his pants leaving Luna to drop to her feet rather abruptly. She smoothed out her skirt while casting her eyes to the ground in search of her discarded panties. Though Luna had not reached an orgasm in the exchange, she was still quite wet with a light pulsating in her core that felt very pleasant. As she slipped her knickers back on, Luna wondered what Ernie was up to after supper. Her thoughts meandered aimlessly and she’d quite forgotten she’d even asked Andrew anything when she was startled out of her reverie with his reply.





“You’re pretty bossy with him,” he offered by way of confirmation. “What was all that guff you were making in the tent about?” Luna thought back to the hi-jinks in the Quidditch tent when they had first tested her potion. The way Harry had filled her up had been amazing, but his gleeful shouts to see his own plentiful bosom burst forth had been a joy to witness. That had been quite an afternoon and she rued the possibility that it might never happen again.





“Oh, we were just having a laugh. We’d been away from each other during hols and it was just the excitement of being sexually available to each other again. Harry is so enthusiastic about sex. It’s a pleasure to watch him, really.” She knew that her words prickled Andrew but she was only being truthful, although she had no intention of discussing her potion exercise with him.





“Why do you keep talking about him like you’re still his girlfriend? He doesn’t want you anymore, remember? You should get over him and come hang with us Slytherins. We can give you a jolly good time, too.” He was almost earnest in his insistence.





“I don’t really know any of them. They’re usually too busy making fun of me to get to know them properly. How do you suggest I start “hanging” with your housemates, then? And why would I want to?” She thought about the Room of Requirement gathering again. It made her feel bad that Harry had been so distressed about the whole thing and she didn’t know what she was supposed to think about the experience anymore. Knowing what she did now about her desires, though, made the thought of another attempt with a group rather appealing, she acknowledged.





“I know some blokes that would like to meet you. What say you show up around the dungeons tonight and I’ll introduce you? We can all get friendly-like and see what happens?” His offer intrigued her, but she was still wary.





“Why do they want to meet me?” she questioned as she shook her head.





“Uh, well, Samuel might have mentioned that you like getting double stuffed and Malfoy and Zabini are right curious about you. They said you sound like a cool bird, though,” he quickly added at her bulbous stare, “Said you seemed a lot more relaxed about sex than most of the girls here.”





Luna thought about Andrew’s invitation seriously as the thudding in her twat alleviated. She did have some need for more penetration and she wondered if there was a side to the Malfoy boy that might be worth seeing. Luna wanted to get lost in her sexual fever and the more the merrier, she imagined, but she wouldn’t let Vaisey think she was that easy or eager.





“I don’t know where the Slytherin Common room is, Andrew. It doesn’t seem like a very private place, at any rate. Plus, to get all the way from Ravenclaw tower to your dorms after curfew sounds rather difficult with Peeves on the rampage lately. I don’t know that it would be a wise thing for me to get caught breaking school rules again.”





Andrew was getting very excited by the prospect, however, and whined his entreaty as he took hold of her wrist. “Aw, c’mon, Lovegood! You’re like a ghost, anyway, the way you move around so quietly. If anyone can sneak through the halls late at night without being found out, it’s you. I’ll meet you a quarter of the way and provide escort to get you inside. As for privacy, we’ll make it late enough so that the young ones are put to bed and we can activate an alarm spell to give us fair warning if anyone comes by. You’ll see; it’ll be loads of fun. I promise you’ll like my friends.”





Luna dwelled on the proposition a few more minutes before giving in to the idea. She was a bit more prepossessed than the last time she’d done something like this and she was as curious as the boys to discover how she could apply her newfound power to such a group. She gave Andrew a wan smile and then nodded her head in agreement.





“I suppose that will be alright.” Then Andrew laid out his plan for a meeting while Luna listened, a stirring in her sex leaving her body tingling.





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“Over here, Loony.”





A disembodied voice came from the shadows as Luna exited the stairwell running next to the Great Hall and made her descent into the dungeons. She looked around to find the source and noticed Andrew poking his blond head out from behind a knight’s armor. As she drew near, she spotted another face just over his shoulder. It looked like Nott had joined him to meet up with her and she wrinkled her nose at the prospect of him being involved. She didn’t find him attractive at all, but then her last encounter with him had garnered her Harry. She supposed she could make allowances for him for that reason alone. Luna sauntered up to them nonchalantly as though it wasn’t the middle of the night and she wasn’t about to embark on a sexual free-for-all with them.





“Hullo, boys,” she greeted them. “So, whereabouts is this mysterious entrance to the Slytherin dorms, then? Are there questions I have to answer before I can pass through the door? Is there going to be any blood testing before I’m allowed in?” she enquired with some cheek. It had been a long trek from her tower to the dungeons without being spotted by Filch or Peeves.





Instead of answering, Andrew smirked, then took hold of her hand and started to drag her with him as he moved at a quick pace down the dimly lit hallway. Both boys led her down a few more staircases before they were in the cellars and when they reached a blank stone wall, they suddenly stopped so that Andrew could whisper the password. Luna was surprised. It seemed so ordinary and banal an entrance for Slytherin house. She could only imagine there had to be something grand on the other side.





When the stone slid back and they were faced with a dark passage, there was a ghostly green light beckoning them at the end. Luna felt a little shiver run down her back as Andrew pulled her along. She could hear voices and some laughter echoing from the room beyond and wondered what she had gotten herself into again. The girl breathed deeply, though, and straightened her posture. She felt sure she could handle whatever they threw her way.





“Hey, mates, guess who I found dawdling about the halls?” Andrew gloated as he stepped into their Common room. He pulled Luna in behind him and she had a few seconds to look around at the décor before taking in the students waiting for her. She blinked a few times at her audience. Not quite what she had expected.





“Why, it’s the witch who drove Potter ‘round the bend! How charming to make your acquaintance, Miss Lovegood,” Draco Malfoy gushed gallantly. He had a huge grin on his face despite the few bruises still lingering about his cheeks and across his nose. He had Blaise Zabini sitting to one side of him, both of them nattily dressed in elegant green robes and black, silk pajama pants. Unfortunately, the hulking mass of Gregory Goyle sat on the other side of the blond. They were all seated on a huge, black leather sofa that curved around in a wide U and looked as if it could seat another ten people comfortably. Yet, they weren’t the only ones in attendance, and as she glanced at the high backed chairs across from the divan to note the occupants, her enthusiasm waned slightly. Daphne Greengrass and Pansy Parkinson were also grinning at her.





“Yes, so it is. The Chosen One’s former Mistress here in the flesh,” Daphne crowed.





Luna cocked her head to one side. “What do you mean by that? I wouldn’t exactly call myself his mistress,” she corrected.





“Oh? What did you have him call you then? Master Luna? Dominatrix Lovegood? Mummy? I have to admit, I’m dying to find out the kinky details to your pervy little sex games. You’ve quite surprised me, Luna. I can’t believe how bloody twisted you are,” she cried gleefully. Her toothy grin widened even further. “And I most enjoyed your ex-boytoy, by the way. You did an excellent job training him.”





Luna’s face remained passive yet she was perturbed by the obnoxious girl’s familiarity, not only on Luna’s relationship with Harry, but with Harry himself. Just what had occurred between him and Greengrass anyway? Did she even want to know? She somehow had the feeling she was going to hear about it, regardless. She glanced down at her robe and brushed away some fluff rather than comment as she waited to see what would unfold with this mixture of company. Andrew grabbed her by the elbow, however, and dragged her closer to the massive couch.





“Take a seat, Loo—Luna. Let’s all get to know one another a bit better, shall we?” he suggested in an unctuous display. The boy seemed quite eager for everyone to get along, Luna noted. She decided to ignore the girls and shift her attention to the boys, perching herself on the edge of the sofa a few feet from Blaise. Andrew plopped down beside her but immediately started pushing her closer to the rest of the group. Meanwhile, Nott sat across from them over by Goyle. The gang had been sipping from some crystal glasses and someone offered her one now with an inch of a golden liquid. Draco informed her it was his father’s thirty year-old Scotch and that he had absconded with it the last time he was home. She took a sniff and then sipped carefully, so as not to be rude. It tasted like chocolate and citrus at the bottom of a wooden barrel.





“So,” Draco began, “Daphne has been telling us all about the Chosen One’s affinity for spankings. I always knew Potter was a freak. What else were you two crazy kids into? Besides poking Potty up the arse,” he chuckled. The rest of his compatriots guffawed along with him, but Luna didn’t really see the joke.





“Anal sex can be quite intensely pleasurable, but not just for girls, you know.” The room fell silent as each face turned and gawked at her. Unfazed, Luna continued. “Men have a gland called a prostate that can be reached inside the rectum and when stroked—”





“What the bloody hell would I know about that?” Draco suddenly shrieked. “Do I look like a bloody poofter?!”





“Well, actually—”





“Draco, of course not,” Pansy interrupted, “you’re as virile and manly as they come. Just extra pretty, is all.” But Draco turned his wrath to the girl with a scowl.





“I am not bloody pretty!” he shouted, red blooming atop his cheeks and forehead. Pansy looked stricken for a moment but then quickly backpedaled.





“Oh, did I say pretty? I meant gorgeous. You’re bloody gorgeous, Draco, and everyone in school knows it. Potter is nothing compared to you, even if all the girls are throwing themselves at him.”





“Pansy; just shut it.” Draco looked rather annoyed now, as he rolled his eyes with a sneer. “I’ll tell you when to speak. If I had need of a useless opinion, I would have directed my questions to you, but as you can see, I’m trying to have a conversation with Luna, aren’t I?” He turned back to her and stilled his face to its cheery mask. “Now, never mind the anatomy lesson, we just want to hear the freaky stuff. Does Potter like wearing your knickers under those robes? What’s his deal? Besides being a ponce, that is.” The other boys were laughing again, but Luna was getting bored already by their strange fascination with Harry’s sex life.





“I don’t really feel it’s my place to discuss that with you. I hardly know you…Draco. Why would I divulge such personal matters?” She watched Malfoy’s face fall at her question and a mild grumbling spread throughout the group.





“Sorry, Drake; looks like you’ll have to catch Potter ‘in action’ if you want to find out more,” Blaise teased as he prodded the boy next to him with his elbow. Malfoy only grunted at the ribbing but leveled his gaze at Luna shrewdly. He leaned back against the couch and draped his arm over its back, the movement opening his robe to reveal more pale skin.





“Well, then, if we’re not going to get any good stories out of you, let’s get on with the next bit of entertainment. We hear you’re rather good on your back, Luna. And on your knees…and in just about any position a bloke can think up. Andy, here, says you’re quite talented with your mouth, too. I’m sure we’d all like the opportunity to determine whether he’s right or not.” He gave her a smoldering stare. “Why don’t you start by getting comfortable, Miss Lovegood. What’s with the school robe? You look so formal.”





Daphne and Pansy made huffing, snorting noises in the corner as Draco appraised her outfit. She glanced at them quickly with a frown before looking back into Draco’s face, reaching for her top buttons with nimble fingers. While the girls had worn brightly colored pajama bottoms rolled at the cuffs and little camisole tops, Luna had no use for these leisure garments as she usually slept in the nude. Nor did she feel the need to dress up in silly outfits to tantalize anyone. She knew why she had come here and proposed to get right to it. By the time she had unbuttoned the top half of her robe, it was clear to those present that she wore nothing underneath. The boys around her suddenly stopped giggling and sat up straighter as she pulled the material from her shoulders and let it fall to her waist. Once she’d finished with the buttons and had pushed her robe all the way down, scooting her bottom upwards for a moment as she dragged it to the edge of the sofa and let it drop to the floor, she sat back in only her shimmery, green lace panties. Her gaze scanned the faces of the Slytherins around her, boys and girls alike, and their eyes seemed to be fixated on various parts of her. While most of the boys’ eyes were stuck fast to her bare breasts, Andrew was predictably focused on her crotch, while the girls gaped at the pile at her feet in a semi state of shock.





“Merlin’s wrinkled knob, you really are quite the slag, aren’t you?” Pansy squawked. Luna ignored her and continued to stare at the boys with a sort of challenge in her demeanor. She was suddenly feeling quite aroused at their interest. The desire to have a steady stream of penetration was all-consuming as she contemplated what she might do with them first. This time, it would be about her needs, she reasoned.





“I seem to recall being asked to perform an oral exam to determine my ‘skill’ once before. You boys aren’t very original in your material when it comes to getting a girl out of her knickers, are you?” she dryly noted. “I should like to see how well you perform, Draco.” Yet, instead of being affronted, Draco broke into a grin and laughed.





“Oh, I think I’m going to like you. Why don’t you come over here, girl, you’re too far away,” he nudged. Andrew had placed his hand somewhat possessively on her thigh, but it fell away as Luna scooted to her knees sideways on the couch until she was on all fours. She stared only at Draco and then slowly made her way over to him in that position, her hands climbing over Blaise’s lap as she drew nearer. She could feel a hand on her bum slide down between the crack of her arse and then fingers rubbing over the covered gash. Andrew’s thumb and forefinger quickly slipped into either side of the crotch of her knickers to probe inside of her. Knowing that Vaisey was watching her movements while he fingered her, Luna leaned in to Draco and let her mouth lower to his, licking his bottom lip with relish. Draco responded immediately and kissed her back, his tongue pushing into her mouth with some insistence. Luna welcomed it eagerly as her knees moved slightly outward to give Andrew more access and permission to continue.





“Fuckin’ ‘ell, what a nice sight that is, eh?” Blaise breathed out enthusiastically. Another pair of hands reached out to touch her hanging breasts and the pleasure flared inside of her. It was good to have the contact again, even if this wasn’t Harry groping her. She concentrated on the sweet minty taste of Draco’s mouth while fingers probed and stroked her slick walls. The fingers at her breasts pinched one nipple hesitantly but when she moaned it prompted the pinching to extend to both nipples and much harder this time. When Draco pulled away from her face, her eyes were closed and her expression dreamy. She could feel pressure on the back of her head pressing her downwards and she recognized the sound of shiny material being shifted on the squeaky leather of the sofa. Her panties were being pulled down to her knees now, and in the background voices were suddenly getting excitable. Draco’s cock was at her lips, though, and Luna paid no heed to the various comments traveling around the room. She opened her eyes to get a good look before closing her mouth over the weeping tip. He was no Harry, but he’d do.





“Draco! You said you were just going to watch! What the fuck are you doing?” Pansy cried indignantly while someone else giggled.





“I’ll do whatever the bloody hell I want, Pansy. Now get over here and get behind her. That arse isn’t going to eat itself.”





Luna’s throat went lax as she slid all the way down his tool, letting it fill her gullet snugly. When she moved her lips back up in a tight suck, swallowing harshly as the evacuation of its thick resident left an aching gape, she could feel shuffling limbs around her backside. The fingers were gone and her panties were being unhooked from her knees and pulled away. There was a reluctant hand that slapped her right arse cheek halfheartedly before gripping tight. She could hear the screech in the leather again as bodies changed spots.





“Draco,” came the insufferable whine although much closer this time, “I don’t want to lick her bits. She’s gross. Merlin only knows what’s been up there.” But her complaints had no effect on Draco, it seemed.





“Andrew, make yourself useful and go find the Double-Ended Skrewt. Pansy’s going to join in and like it; I don’t care how much she bitches.” He gave a grunt and then scooted his groin upwards as Luna was coming back down again. Luna choked for a second before pulling back a bit to breathe. “Oh, bloody marvelous that is. Keep going, luv.” She closed her eyes again as she let the rhythms of her sucking lull her into a blissful state. Someone had hold of her thighs now and was spreading her wider apart while Blaise had moved his hands lower to fondle the fleshy pith at her quim. She was ready to float away as the sensations settled into her skin and left a wake of arousal like mini-tornadoes spooling up under her nerves.





Another slap on her bum made her moan again. She heard Andrew whispering his eagerness to the side of her and wondered what he was doing, as a tongue tentatively poked at her slit. Then someone moved back behind her and Pansy’s annoying pitch assaulted her ears once more.





“Dra-a-a-ake, can’t I just fingerbang her? She smells funny.” However, it appeared that Draco wasn’t the only one tired of Pansy’s protests.





“Oh, for fuck’s sake, I’ll do it.”





Daphne padded over to the couch rapidly being overlaid with bodies and smacked Pansy on the back of the head, by the sound of it. Luna went to turn her face to look behind her, but Draco quickly put his hand up to her cheek and directed her back to what she’d been doing, making cooing sounds as he took hold of her hand and had her palm his balls. She followed his prompt and began to massage them vigorously as she sped up her sucking. Then someone, most likely Daphne, was very intently licking up her cunt juices. Luna squealed into Draco’s cock and felt him go a notch deeper, but her body was on full throttle now, her legs trying to expand wider of their own volition as she tried to encourage Daphne to go further. She needed something to fill her up soon.





When Luna leaned her weight on one hand so she could pull herself up and stroke Draco manually, giving her throat a much needed break as she prepared for more, she took in a quick look around to see what everyone was up to. “Ah, yeah, that’s good, stroke it like that, luv,” Draco groaned to her touch as his head leaned back against the couch. The other boys had all congregated round the back end of Luna and she glanced backwards to see what was up. Goyle and Nott were standing to one side of Daphne, their cocks out as they masturbated, while her eyes were closed in deep focus as she continued eating out Luna’s twat. Andrew had pulled back Daphne’s hair and was stroking the side of her face with his own dick. He seemed to be holding something in his other hand but it was blocked from her by Pansy standing at his side at the foot of the couch, a frown on her face. Luna could only partially make out what Blaise was doing, but from the bumping into her midsection, she had to assume he was enjoying some friction on his own knob while he watched the Slytherin girl lick away. It was an odd sight for Luna; she felt strangely detached from the action, but then Daphne moved to add a finger inside her as she sucked on her folds. Luna turned back to mouth Draco’s cock with renewed zeal, trying to get him wedged as firmly into her throat as she could. She felt like a snake swallowing its prey. Meanwhile, her cunt throbbed with a silent wail to be fucked severely. It was going to take a tree trunk to fill that gaping hole, she mused. Luna wondered how many cocks one could successfully straddle. Perhaps she just needed a Super Cock. Her mind reviewed the request Draco had made of Andrew and she speculated as to what ‘Double-Ended Skrewt’ might be a euphemism for.





Daphne seemed to be taking her chore to heart, and Luna felt a wave of fire course through her as the girl steadfastly burrowed her tongue deeper into her dribbling core. Blaise was back to pinching at her tits, but just as she was getting into the pain, he suddenly stopped and slid out from underneath her, dropping to the floor and then winding his way to the rest of the group.





“Move aside, gents, I think Daphne needs some proper attention, too.” There was more adjusting as Luna felt her body being budged forward and her head folded into Draco’s lap. Then Daphne let out a surprised groan. A few seconds later, the girl’s tonguing penetration turned more forceful as Luna could feel the effects of another body thrusting against them both. Draco looked over her head to comment on the sight.





“Good idea, Blaise. Fuck her harder, mate, we can feel it down at this end. I think you’re both inspiring our new friend here into greater depths of depravity the way she’s sucking my prick down her gob.”





“Well, we know how much Daphne likes it, don’t we, now?” the boy replied. “Who should we use the Skrewt on first, Drake?” he panted lightly, as his thrusts intensified.





“Let’s strap it on Daph and have her fuck Luna,” Andrew suddenly added to the back and forth. “That way, someone can still use Daph’s bum, while another chap gets a go at Luna’s mouth. I told you she was right brilliant at that.”





“Yeah, alright, I wanna see that,” a deep voice joined in. Luna determined it must be the ever loquacious Gregory.





Luna pulled her mouth off of Draco’s knob and turned to the group, her hand stilling Daphne by clasping the top of the girl’s auburn head. “What about what we want? What’s this Skrewt, then? I’m not consenting to anything unless I see it first,” she insisted in a croak.





“Says the bird with her cunt out and her arse in the air,” Blaise smirked as he stopped moving behind the girls. “Yeah, you’re a real discerning type, luv.”





“I’m with her,” Daphne huskily agreed as she leaned back into the dark boy behind her and wiped at her face. “I’m not getting fucked by that thing. Let me see it, though, and maybe I’ll wear it. Which one of you lot wanted to get rodgered first, boys?” she deadpanned.





“Oh, no, we’re playing voyeur to that one. And you get fucked either way, Daph, it’s like the proverbial double edged sword,” Draco laughed. When Andrew held up the object he’d been carrying, they all got a good look at what Draco meant. It was a dildo. A rather large, twin-pronged dildo, Luna noted with some excitement. The monstrosity looked like it could be a lot of fun. While one phallus stuck out quite stiffly, the other appeared bent in a swoop as it jutted backwards.





Daphne gave her own dry laugh. “Are you barking? Cor’, but that’s a big fellow. Looks like something Filch might keep under his bed. What the hell are you doing with it, anyway?” The boys looked around at each other with grins but Pansy’s face grew red as her arms folded close to her chest.





“Just a little initiation rite, is all. We chaps like watching you girls pleasure each other now and again. Don’t ever say we’re only concerned for our own orgasms,” Draco explained magnanimously.





Luna wondered at what exactly the girls were being initiated into and was about to ask out loud when Daphne spoke up again. “I’ll wear it, you perverts, but no one is touching my bum unless I’m in the mood. I’m sure Luna can oblige you. She loves fucking her boyfriend up the arse so much, surely she doesn’t mind the other end of it.” They all looked to Luna expectantly, who had turned to sit down even while she still held tight to Draco’s prick.





“I’m not adverse to that. Actually, I’m quite eager for some penetration right now, so I don’t mind being the fuckee. I can finish off Draco while you get started,” she offered but Draco removed her hand as he pulled her head towards him for another kiss. He stared glibly at her once he drew back. “If it’s a bit of the old in-and-out you want, luv, I think I’d like to help with that. Why don’t you climb on my lap like a good girl while the lads get her ready?” Luna had no objections to that and quickly scooted to where he sat to straddle him. She held on to his shoulders as she stood on her knees while he moved his erection in place at her opening. On a whim, Luna took hold of his silk robe and slid it open, leaning down to suckle one pink, tightened nub at his chest while she played with the other. Draco grunted at the feel of her tongue, but then she felt him spear her. She let his thickness fill her up as she slid down his hard length to settle into his lap. The Slytherin prince had some inches to him but not a lot of girth. While it felt good to have him in her tunnel, she could have used a bit more. Draco started to move her up and down in a steady pace.





“Yeah, that’s what you need. I bet you’re dying for a good shag after being with Potter all that time. I’ll bet he couldn’t fill you nearly as good as me, huh? Isn’t that so? Potter’s got a wee todger, doesn’t he?” Draco stared back at her with wide, shiny eyes as he goaded her. He seemed quite eager to hear all about Harry’s todger, Luna thought.





“Oh, no, he’s quite healthy in that area. Harry’s cock is beautifu—Oh!” she cried as he bore her cunt to his groin with a particularly forceful slam. He began moving her more quickly and Luna twisted her hips into the thrusts as his bum lifted off the cushions to meet them. They had a nice winding rhythm going when she heard Daphne moaning wantonly behind her.





“Pansy!” Draco suddenly shouted, his eyes never leaving Luna’s. The sullen girl stomped over to them and flopped on the divan, glaring at Luna distastefully. She still had her arms crossed and didn’t look like she was having a very good time. Draco cupped the back of her neck and drew her to him for a kiss, however. Pansy’s body language changed immediately, curving her body over his and deepening the kiss until her hands held his face. Draco pulled away and took one hand from his cheek to move it towards Luna’s breast. Pansy furrowed her brows, but took the hint and started to pluck at Luna’s tits in a nasty fashion. Luna didn’t mind it so much, though, as the tugs on her nipples were only arousing her more. Her insides felt cavernous now, and she really was going to have to find someone bigger than Draco if she was going to achieve some satisfaction tonight. Pansy had leaned back in to snog Draco some more, but he was pulling Luna’s face to him instead, his tongue swiping across her open mouth while he slowed her bobbing on his prick. She leant in like Pansy to kiss him deeper, but he was already switching heads, as he pulled back again and pushed the other girl into her face. While Luna was hardly impressed with Pansy’s antics, she went with the flow and put her lips to the witch’s downturned mouth. Pansy tightened her grips on both of Luna’s nipples as they snogged, which only created the need for more stimulation. Luna wished Daphne would hurry up and get fitted already.





No sooner had she thought it, however, she felt breasts press up against her back. Arms slid down her side and then she felt the placement of hands on her belly. Draco took hold of the arms and moved the grip of the girl behind her to Luna’s waist, making Daphne take over some of the bouncing while he leaned back a bit and rested against the couch again. He watched the girls work together to attend to his knob while he coaxed Pansy to lean down and lick at his nipples. He looked quite smug with himself, Luna noted with some interest.





“Uh, mate, you’re getting a bit greedy there, don’t you think? What the bloody hell are the rest of us blokes supposed to be doing over here while our knobs catch a chill? Time to pass the skirt around, you tosser,” Blaise complained, but Draco only smirked in that perfected way of his before giving his snide reply.





“I can’t help it if I’m irresistible to women, old bean,” he countered. He reached over Luna’s hip to smack Daphne on the rump. “There’s a prime piece of arse for you, right there. I suggest you get Daph ‘in the mood’ if you want to join in.” There were groans and protests as the other boys made their own demands to get with one of the girls, but Draco only laughed at their vexation while he took hold of Luna’s breasts with both hands. “Lean over, luv; I think Daphne is ready to bugger your rear-end, now.”





Yet, Luna was still anxious to feel filled up again and suggested another port of entry. “Why don’t I take you both up my lady bits? I think that will feel rather amazing. Should we try it?” Everyone went silent at the idea. Draco’s and Daphne’s hands froze to her skin while he and Pansy stared at her open-mouthed as if she had grown another head.





“You want me to push this thing up your cuny with Draco still in there? Do you also like to hump the Whomping Willow in your spare time?” Daphne cracked as her grip tightened, sounding somewhat incredulous.





“Holy shite, I need to SEE this,” Goyle enthused while suddenly the other boys were on either side of Luna, Andrew trying to climb over the back of the couch. Luna looked back at Daphne’s face and gave her a serene smile, fingers reaching back to stroke the girl’s chin and then push up to close her mouth. “I can take more, I think. It’ll be an experiment. I’ll let you know immediately if it’s too tight. I’m quite sopping at the moment, but perhaps some of the other boys can help me get a bit more aroused. The more lubrication, the better,” she instructed in a practical tone.





There was much fidgeting and adjusting as the whole group of them began preparing for her extensive penetration. Luna thought again about how Harry’s potion-infused staff had grown so huge inside her and determined that the combined width of the dildo and Draco’s thin prick would be about the same. Andrew caught the side of her face in his hand to pull it towards him now that he was leaning his bum atop the huge sofa and positioned his groin at her mouth. She felt a few of the other boys helping Daphne push her over far enough to line up the dildo with her filled slit. A few of the boys spit great gobules on to the fake staff to get it ready. Someone was casting spells and swishing a wand so that Luna imagined the dildo needed a bit of help to stay in place.





“Well, be careful when you start, Daph. If it gets too uncomfortable for me, I’m pulling out, but I admit, I’m pretty damned curious to see how this is going to feel.” Draco had shifted further down in his seat to make himself easily accessible for Daphne while Pansy’s gaze was affixed to his knob still plunging inside of Luna. As soon as she felt the pressure of another head trying to squeeze into the already snug space, she groaned mightily and shifted her bum, spreading herself as wide as she could to give Daphne a good entrance. There was much heavy breathing all around her and it was as if a spell had fallen over everybody as they waited to see what would happen.





“Mmmm, need stimulation, please,” she whispered breathily. There were hands all over her in a flash, many pulling at her tits, some trailing over her back, someone reaching down to pinch her clit and Andrew back to pressing his cock to her lips. She opened her mouth as she bent forward a bit more and luxuriated in the feelings assaulting her senses. Someone whispered the incantation for another lubrication spell as she tended to Andrew’s cock and Draco jumped a little when the gelled substance drizzled onto his balls, coating her twat and the shaft trying to make its way inside. The stretch in her tunnel as the dildo made progress was unbelievably sexy to Luna. If she could fill her channel completely with cock and grow one on the outside, too, she would be the very avatar of pleasure, she imagined, like a sexual Saint Nick.





Daphne moaned some more as she pushed deeper still, and it occurred to Luna that the other girl was also being filled with the dildo. That must have felt quite powerful, she thought, and was almost jealous that she was not wearing the contraption herself. She wondered if someone might use their wand to cast an Engorgio on it for later. It felt like notches scraped in her cunt every time Daph’s prick went one measure further, and Luna considered her inner passage was like a fathomless ocean. Daphne and Draco were her fearless submarines, or perhaps the probing tentacles of the Giant Squid. One of the boys held on to her thigh tightly but then pulled her knee off the couch a second later as he called to Theodore to hold up her other thigh and pull.





“Whoa, mates! Watch what you’re doing with my packet, there. I’m about to slide out if you keep that up!” Draco admonished. Luna had to hold on to Andrew’s waist and Draco’s shoulder to feel balanced again, but the encroaching phallus was now nestling quite far inside her. It felt like the boy and the object were comfortably squashed together to make one giant cock. Now if they could just move together, it would feel extraordinary. Daphne gave a long moan and Luna joined her.





But working in tandem proved to be a difficult feat. While the observers whistled and sighed in awed whispers, every time she got going on the two knobs, one or the other would get out of rhythm and slip out. They would try to quickly poke back inside her, not a pleasant sensation, and several times she had to stop sucking on Andrew’s dick so she could readjust her body over their combined prod. By this time, Draco had managed to get Pansy to lie back on the couch and shed her clothes, her legs apart in the air as she fingered herself for the rest to watch. He kept getting annoyed with Andrew sliding too close to him and the boy’s prick bobbing too near his face. When Blaise attempted to utilize Daphne’s rectum, things rapidly fell apart, as the hitches attaching the train of bodies disconnected once more.





“Oh, for Merlin’s sake, this is getting ridiculous,” Draco griped.





Luna had to agree; this wasn’t working out to quite what she had hoped. While the idea of it had been exciting, the reality was that extremities didn’t always behave in accordance to one’s wishes. She sighed as she disentangled herself from the configuration, a wet, popping sound accompanying the extraction from her hole. The rest of them were getting tired of playing audience, it seemed, and were now seeking to become active participants. Luna very soon after found herself in another three-way; this time with Vaisey and Goyle. It turned out that while Gregory wasn’t much of a conversationalist, and not that pretty to look at, he did, fortunately, have a pretty massive cock and she enjoyed it for what it was worth. From her limited view with Andrew’s knob still in the way, it looked as if Draco had coaxed Pansy into getting fucked by Daphne’s detachable penis, while Blaise was still working to get into the auburn beauty’s backside. Theodore was hovering nearby somewhere, doing who knew what, but Luna wasn’t too concerned about him, either way.





There was a symphony of grunts and groans as the students achieved various states of climax, usually followed by a changing of partners and positions. At one point, Pansy, still on her back, was simultaneously tossing off Goyle and Nott over her face while Draco fucked her at the other end, the blond boy’s hands gripping her legs by the back of her shins as he held her feet aloft in a wide V. Daphne had discarded the dildo for the moment, which Andrew rapidly snatched, and was guiding Blaise to lick out her twat to maximum effect. Meanwhile, Andrew was once again trying to stuff the dildo inside of Luna while he was snug in her tunnel. Luna appreciated that he was making another effort at double penetration for her, but he was a little too overzealous with the stabbing. Her orgasm felt a long way off. Eventually, she removed herself from all groupings and found herself sitting alone at the tip of the couch’s U as she watched the rest of the fevered consorting on display. The Slytherins were certainly an inventive house, she admired.





When Daphne insisted that she was getting tired and needed some breathing room, the boys suddenly looked up to notice her solitude. She blinked back at them as they tried to determine what she was up to. “You having a wank over there, or what,” Draco joked sarcastically, but it hadn’t even occurred to Luna to get herself off, choosing instead to merely be the observer.





“Oh, I was just noticing everyone’s different techniques. Is this a regular thing here? You all seem very attuned to each other,” she noted. The other students looked around at each other before breaking into some chuckling, but no one answered her, as if they were excluding her from a secret. Finally, Draco stared at her head on as he moved Pansy off of his lap. He was still in a semi-state of dress, his robe hanging from his shoulders and his silk pants pushed down to his knees revealing his depleted erection, and he started to straighten himself up to pull his clothes back to rights as he addressed her.





“I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure of seeing your pretty face in ecstasy, yet, my dear. Did I miss it? I can’t really tell if you’re having a good time or not, you’re such a strange thing. How about giving us a little show? I feel like lying back and just watching, too,” he commented. Luna frowned in her puzzlement.





“What do you mean? What kind of show are you expecting?” She wasn’t really up to more antics but she did want to come at some juncture of the evening. She had resigned herself to the notion that it probably wouldn’t happen until she got back to her room. Apparently, however, Draco had other ideas.





“Well, I want to see you and Daphne at it again. Just the two of you and the Skrewt making sweet love for our viewing satisfaction; although the hotter you can make it, the better.” There was much enthusiastic support to the proposal with the exception of Pansy’s pouty face, and even Daphne gave a half-grin at the idea.





“Sure, why not? I can give it one more go round. What would you like to do, Luna? Something really saucy to get these boys in a lather again?” she smirked. Luna looked over to Andrew, seated slumped against the sofa in the nude with the Skrewt across his lap. His flaccid knob lay timidly against his thigh, but the dildo seemed to beckon her with the promise of malleable material.





“Perhaps if we try it again in a different position that’s more comfortable for the both of us then one of the boys can cast an Engorgio on it once we’re properly fitted? I like to be filled completely,” she explained. She thought once again about Harry’s super-size prick rodgering her so soundly back in the tent and wished she had him here to play with.





The rest of the crew seemed eager for the demonstration and Daphne was amenable enough. Luna crawled back over to the center of the sofa, but Draco suggested they do it on the coffee table instead, as a sort of stage.





“Well, that sounds bloody uncomfortable,” Daphne complained, but Draco only brought out his wand and waved it over the furniture, extending the length of it while systematically adding cushioning to the surface. It looked more than adequate to Luna, commodious even. She moved to the makeshift lounge and laid back on the soft spread, her legs opening as she bent them at the knees and hung them down over the side. Luna took two of her fingers and slid them inside of her, the squishing noises telling her she was still quite wet. Her other hand reached up to rub the tip of her breast and Daphne was soon hovering over chest, hair hanging down to tickle Luna’s skin when the girl suddenly leaned down and took a nipple into her mouth. Luna arched up with a moan as her fingers went deeper. The reaction spurred a flurry of movement around her and Andrew kneeled down beside them to re-introduce the dildo to the proceedings.





“Right, why don’t we straighten this thing out and I can spear you at both ends, girls,” he directed. Andrew waved his wand over the toy with a mutter and the two knobs morphed into a straight line, the helmeted tips poking out on either side. Daphne lay back on the opposite end of the table, so that each girl’s head was at the edge of the width and did the same with her legs stretching out to the floor. Andrew began inserting each side of the dual dildo into the girls and when he was done Luna scooted her arse down further to get closer to Daphne’s cunt, lifting one leg and resting her foot on the edge of the table to get their bits as near as possible. Daphne moaned appreciatively but then reached for Luna’s leg and pulled it closer to her end, letting her foot rest up on the girl’s shoulder. Their folds were mashed together now, and with the tightness of the rod pinning them, Luna had to admit it felt pretty spectacular. Then Andrew cast the spell to increase its size and everything suddenly got even better.





Daphne shouted in exultation while Luna gave a deep guttural, moan as the girth and length expanded like a balloon being blown up inside of her. The stretch to her walls felt intensely pleasurable, even with the bit of pain that accompanied it. When she grabbed Daphne behind the knee and pulled her even closer, both girls gave a hearty scream. Luna took hold of the other girl’s leg under her own and wielded them like handlebars, tugging the girl’s body into her to feel the added thrust of the unilateral dildo hit parts of her anatomy that made the space in front of her eyes light up in tiny explosions. After a few minutes of that, the girls managed to each turn a bit sideways so that they were more in a cross formation, slamming their cunts into each other as they held on to each other’s legs.





There was a chorus of cheering going on now, as the boys gathered round them in their zeal, shouting out suggestions while hands intermittently brushed across parts of her body. She felt on fire as her body pistoned, like she was a giant cock herself penetrating the girl across from her, but being filled with giant cock at the same time, just like some crazy mobius strip. It was a symbiosis that felt quite dazzling, and Luna closed her eyes so she could pay more attention to the gorgeous colors behind her eyes. She didn’t even get annoyed when someone dropped their ballsac to rub back and forth across her nose and mouth, but simply opened her maw and let them tuck in. She stretched it wide enough to take in what she could, her tongue swirling around the testicles like a slug in the morning dew, but her mind was solely concentrating on the incredible sensations being brought forth by the fullness in her quim. When someone reached out to pinch her right nipple tightly, her back arched off the table and she screamed into the flesh filling her mouth, her teeth tightening her hold. The explosions were monumental now, the top of her head feeling like it might shoot off from the force, and her body seized up as it was hit with shock wave after shock wave of euphoria.





Her body slumped back hard to the table, the swinging testicles gone from her face then Daphne’s own shout being heard a few seconds later as she continued to grind her pussy into Luna. The excited sounds of the small crowd around them filtered slowly into Luna’s awareness as her body slowly resumed its regular responses, although her chest still heaved with the exertion. There was much clapping and kudos from the boys, and Luna let a satisfied smile creep across her face.





There was a low whistle by her head. “Now, that was a bloody show.”





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By the time Luna got back to her dorm, she was thoroughly exhausted. She wasn’t sure what to feel about anything anymore, as she climbed wearily into bed. Had the orgy with the Slytherins been worth it? It had been interesting, but her satisfaction seemed to be derived from their belongings, not their company. Would there be further fallout from her dalliances? The dreamy girl wasn’t sure what might happen tomorrow with the talky bunch, but she wondered most about her fixation with the massive phallus. Maybe she should drop the boys altogether, she considered. They certainly caused a lot of unnecessary drama. And having the two girls there was also cause for concern, as she hardly thought of either of them in favorable terms. Daphne had obviously enjoyed spreading her gossip about Harry as soon as she had news.





Harry.





What was she going to do about Harry? Luna didn’t think she was ever going to find anyone as cooperative and compatible as him, nor as fearless. They seemed so suited for each other and she was at a loss to fix what had torn them apart. She tossed and turned fitfully in her bed as the memory of his smell lingered over her. What she wouldn’t give to be able to run away to his room and sneak into bed with him. Luna sat up and reached over to open her curtain, her gaze resting on the sight of the moon through the window. What she needed was a plan; a plan to bring him back. She stared hard at the white sphere in the sky and gulped.







Or maybe she should be brave and just go talk to him. If only she had Harry to advise her on what to do, she mused at the irony. Luna wanted her boyfriend back and she resolved to make it happen. Not even Nargles could stop her.













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