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“Don’t stop, don’t stop, fuck, don’t STOP!” Hermione wailed as she came hard, her whole body convulsing as the pleasure thundered through her.

Harry grunted and kept going, his thrusts not slowing in the slightest as he fucked her through her latest climax. On her hands and knees, she was a vision, her plump, round arse rippling and jiggling each time his hips smacked her. A sheen of sweat covered her entire body, a testament to how long they’d been going at it, and as he felt her slump forward onto her stomach, losing consciousness, he knew that she’d had enough and pulled his long, thick cock from her gaping pussy.

“Can I have another turn, baby?” Lavender begged, wrapping her arms around his neck from behind and pressing her massive breasts against his back. “Merlin, I swear I can’t get enough of your cock.”

“You already had him twice tonight,” Daphne complained.

“I missed yesterday’s orgy, though,” Lavender whined.

“Well, it’s not our fault you ended up in detention with McGonagall,” Daphne muttered. “If you needed help with that essay, you could have just asked.”

“I forgot about it, okay?” Lavender asked. Grinning, she looked over at Harry and added, “I’ve been...distracted lately.”

“Lavender, Harry’s cock, magnificent as it is, is no excuse to neglect your studies,” Hannah said, and they all looked at her in surprise. “What? Someone had to say it, and Hermione’s been fucked too stupid to do it.”

“Girls, there’s no need to argue,” Luna smiled, untangling from her place between a pair of sleeping, very well-fucked redheads and sitting up. “Lavender, Daphne, why don’t you two take turns riding his penis and tongue until you’ve had your fill?”

“I call dick!” Lavender exclaimed, and Daphne rolled his eyes.

“You two will switch every time you cum, okay?” Harry asked, wrapping an arm around each buxom blonde, and Daphne nodded.

“That works for me,” she replied. Grinning, she added, “It’s not like wondertits here isn’t a quicker shot than a virgin boy when you impale her.”

“Oh, like you’re any better,” Lavender scoffed. “You went off like a bloody fountain last night after, like, two minutes of being buggered.”

“Shut up,” Daphne muttered, blushing slightly, and Harry chuckled.

“Hey, we’re all friends here,” he reminded them, kissing Daphne before capturing Lavender’s lips with his own.

“The best kind,” Lavender purred. “Speaking of really good friends, is Tracey coming by tonight?”

“No, she’s got a potions thing she needs to finish,” Daphne replied as Harry lay down and started stroking his cock, immediately getting their attention.

The two blondes crawled before him, their large breasts swaying under them as they moved into position. Harry groaned as Lavender sank down on him to the hilt in one smooth motion, her tight cunt yielding to his immense girth with practiced ease, and as Daphne straddled his head and gave him a good look at her very pink and swollen, yet still dripping pussy, he licked his lips.

“Don’t worry about any traces of your cum,” the Slytherin beauty assured him. “These sluts slurped out every drop already.”

“You’re...oh fuck...as much of a slut for him as we are,” Lavender moaned.

“I didn’t say I wasn’t,” Daphne smiled as she lowered herself down towards his face.

Before her wonderfully fat ass obscured his vision, Harry caught sight of Hermione’s sleeping form being levitated away and smiled as he watched Luna carefully lower her into her arms to cuddle with her, and Ginny, who was also asleep, remembering how all this started.

Two Months Earlier

“So what exactly is this thing you said could help me?” Harry asked as he followed Luna through the halls of Hogwarts towards the Room of Requirement in the aftermath of their date.

He’d been surprised when she asked him out on a date after a meeting of the D.A., but he hadn’t had to think about it much before saying yes. Things with Cho were weird and strained at the moment, and goodness knew that he needed a distraction with everything going on. She’d taken him to the kitchens, and the two of them had dined together in comfortable quiet, taking the opportunity to get to know each other better. As the evening went on, she had offered to help him with his lingering toad-related issues, and he’d jumped at her offer, only growing concerned when she refused to tell him just what she had in mind.

“It’s something to help you relax, Harry,” the blonde replied. “You keep rising to Umbridge’s bait because your head is all full of wrackspurts, and they’re keeping you from making strategically sound decisions.”

“I don’t think these wrackspurts are making me find that vile toad infuriating,” Harry muttered under his breath.

“No, but they are helping her get to you,” Luna replied, turning around and looking up at him. “Getting yourself stuck in detention with her isn’t helping anyone. If this works, you’ll be able to ignore her more easily.”

“You still haven’t said what it is,” Harry commented as she continued walking.

“Something relaxing,” Luna replied, her voice sounding even more ethereal and dreamy than normal as she did so.

Harry knew that he should have questioned her more, but he’d come to like the unusual blonde, and while she was bizarre in some ways, he’d seen nothing so far to suggest that she was untrustworthy. The idea of finding something that could help him relax, even for a little while, was tempting beyond words. Between Voldemort’s return, Fudge’s stupidity, and Umbridge’s malice, he was at the end of his tether, and he had to admit that Luna had a point about him rising to the bitch’s bait. She wasn’t the only one who had told him that, as Hermione had brought it up more than once, but unlike his old friend, she claimed to have an actual solution, one he was increasingly curious about.

He watched Luna walk back and forth in front of the wall across from the tapestry of Barnabus the Barmy, looking more focused than he could recall seeing her, and when the door appeared and she opened it, he was immediately puzzled as he saw what awaited him.

“Um, whose room is this?” Harry asked as he stepped inside the bedroom that had been recreated.

“Mine,” Luna replied. “What do you think?”

“It’s...very nice,” Harry replied hesitantly as he looked around.

Every square inch of the walls and was taken up by a mural of different magical creatures enchanted to run around and frolic through admittedly beautiful forest scenes. The ceiling, in turn, showed a nearly clear blue sky, with only a couple small, fluffy white clouds breaking up the monotony. His aunt and uncle would have hated it, and the thought of Petunia in particular reacting to the décor brought a smile to his face.

“It’s beautiful,” he amended, earning a wide smile from the blonde. “Why did you make the room take its shape, though?”

“Part of it was the novelty of having a boy in my bedroom. but the rest was the relaxation technique I mentioned,” Luna replied. “Before we get to that, though, what do you think of my plant here?”

She pointed to the plant taking up most of a table standing by the window. It was large and sprawling, filling a pot that looked to be about a foot across, with large, waxy green leaves on the bottom and a massive pink flower in the center. The flower looked like none that Harry had ever seen before, being not round but long, with petals that looked wrinkled and almost fleshy.

“It’s...lovely,” Harry replied, unsure what else to say, and he was pleased when the blonde smiled.

“My father acquired this on a trip to the Amazon Rainforest from a tribe of local wizards,” Luna explained, ghosting her fingers over the flower. “He thought that the man he bought it from said that it was known to attract moon frogs, but I think that something was lost in translation. When it didn’t work, he gifted it to me; it was just a little thing then and unflowered; we were a lot alike. I took care of it for years before I learned what it was and even then, I needed to sneak into the restricted section of the library to find a book that mentioned it.”

“What is it?” Harry asked.

“Nympha Majora,” Luna replied, smiling. “It has a different name in the local tongues, but that was what the first European wizard to stumble across it named it because the flower bears such a striking resemblance to a vagina.”

Harry choked on his saliva at that, gawking at the flower for a moment before looking away and blushing. He hadn’t recognized it when he first spotted it, having not seen a vagina before, but knowing what it apparently looked like now, he couldn’t help but be embarrassed at having proven himself so clueless.

“Are you alright?” Luna asked, rubbing his back as he coughed.

“Fine,” Harry replied. “Luna, what is this thing that you said would help me?”

“Me,” Luna replied, and before Harry could ask what she meant, she waved her wand and her clothes slipped off.

His jaw dropped and his cock hardened almost instantly as her robes pooled at her feet, revealing that she hadn’t been wearing anything under them. Harry had come to think that she was quite pretty over the course of their date, with her big, warm silver eyes, her full lips, and her cute button nose, but as he beheld her nakedness, he suddenly thought she was the most beautiful creature in the world.

Her breasts were larger than he’d imagined, nice handfuls that sat high on her chest, her pale pink nipples poking out towards him invitingly. It took him a moment to pry his eyes away from the full mounds, and as they trailed downward across her flat, soft belly, his cock throbbed painfully. Her hips were wide, her legs looking longer than he’d have expected, given her short stature, and as he gazed between them, only a single thought came to mind.

“It does look like a vagina,” he thought to himself.

“I know, right?” Luna asked, reaching down and spreading her fleshy netherlips to give him a view of the pinkness that lay within.

Harry blushed, realizing that he’d said that out loud, and the sudden burst of embarrassment shocked him out of his reverie.

“Luna, what…” he went to ask, and she stepped forward, gazing up into his eyes as her pupils widened.

“You’re dealing with a returned dark lord, an incompetent government, and a cruel toad-woman who’s out to ruin your life,” Luna murmured. “Wrackspurts fly all around your head like moths around a flame, and it’s driving you mad. You need a distraction, a...release, and what better release is there than sex?”

She reached up and ran her fingers through his hair, grazing his scalp with her nails, and Harry shivered.

“Are you sure?” Harry asked. “I wouldn’t want you to do something you don’t really want to just…”

“Oh, I really want to have sex with you,” Luna cut up off, and his eyes widened in surprise. “You’re quite handsome, you’ve always been kind to me, and you have really big feet, which is generally promising, from what I’ve heard from the older girls.”

“I...well, if you’re sure,” Harry smiled, his heart hammering in his chest. “I should warn you, though, that I’ve never…”

“Neither have I,” Luna replied, “but I can’t think of a single boy in school I’d rather have take my virginity, so what do you say?”

“Yes,” Harry replied immediately, no longer willing to look this particular gift horse in the mouth.

“Great,” Luna beamed. “There’s just one thing.”

Turning around, she bent over, giving him a clear view of her magnificent arse, and Harry groaned in discomfort as he felt his cock strain against his boxers.

“Given that this is both of our first times, I made a little something for you,” Luna replied, pulling a vial of some potion, a shimmering golden liquid, out of one of her pockets. “This is made using the Nympha Majora, among other things, and it will keep you good and hard for quite a while, so you don’t have to worry about cumming quickly. Half the point of this is making you stop worrying for a while, so adding to them would be quite counterproductive.”

She pressed the vial of potion into his palm, and Harry furrowed his brow at her in sudden suspicion.

“When we met earlier this year, you assured me that I wasn’t mad,” he said. “What was that regarding?”

If she wasn’t who she seemed to be, he figured the obvious answer would be Voldemort’s return, and so he let out a sigh of relief when she replied by saying, “The thestrals. I am me, or at least I think I am.”

“I just had to be sure,” Harry chuckled, looking down at the vial.

Uncorking it , he knocked back the potion , finding it oddly pleasant. It was mildly sweet, a little salty, and ultimately rather bland, but compared to most potions, it was ambrosia. As he finished, he asked, “What else was in that?”

“A bunch of things, including satyr hoof, centaur hair, veela hair, and the vaginal fluids of a dryad,” Luna replied, and his eyes widened.

“What?” Harry asked.

“That was a virility potion,” Luna replied, “a particularly potent one if I’m not mistaken. I came across the recipe in a book the room conjured for me, and with it in your system, I’m quite confident that you’re going to fuck my brains out, but first, I’ve never been kissed before, and I would like to try it.”

Harry chuckled at how backwards that was as he leaned in and captured her lips with his own. Luna wrapped her arms around his neck as the two of them enjoyed the simple pleasure of feeling the other’s lips on theirs. Wrapping his arms around her, he paused at her waist, but she quickly grabbed his hands and moved them lower, moaning into his mouth when he grabbed two large handfuls of her arse. She kissed him again, the two of them moving slowly and tentatively as they got used to the new sensations, and when she parted her lips, he instinctively slipped his tongue between them, groaning when she sucked on it.

He felt hot, increasingly so, and his cock felt like it was getting harder as a haze of lust overtook his mind. He didn’t think that he’d ever wanted anything as much as he wanted her in that moment, and when she reached down and palmed his length through his robes, she broke the kiss and moaned in pleasure.

“Mmm, this feels promising,” Luna smiled before stepping back and sitting down on her bed. “I always wanted to get fucked in this bed at least once, and even though it’s a mere replication, I think it counts.”

“Luna,” Harry groaned, so horny he could barely think, and it spoke to how distracted he was by the sheer desire coursing through him that he didn’t tense at all when she grabbed her wand and pointed it at him. A moment later, his clothes disappeared, reappearing next to hers on the floor, and he groaned in relief as his cock sprang into the air.

“Oh, my,” Luna breathed, her large eyes going wide as she caught sight of his cock. “You’re even bigger than I thought.”

If he’d been thinking clearly, he’d have made sure that she still wanted him despite that, but the potion had taken full effect by then, and all he could make out was the hot, wet girl in front of him and how desperately he needed to bury himself inside her. Moving towards her, he pressed her against the bed and kissed her again, his last coherent thought for a while being that he hoped no one wondered too much about where he was.

*****

“That’s...all of it,” Luna whimpered as the last couple inches of his cock spread her insides wide. “Oh, wow.”

“Harder! Harder! YES!” the blonde screamed as he pounded her into the bed, her ankles resting on his oddly broad shoulders and her sizable breasts rolling across her chest.

“Don’t stop, don’t ever stop!” Luna shrieked, her fingers digging into the sheets below so hard that her knuckles turned white as he fucked her from behind hard and fast.

“LOVE...YOUR...COCK!” she squealed, her feet dangling in the air as he held her sweat-soaked back against his chest, his strong arms hooked around her knees and his feet planted firmly on the floor. He pulled out of her just as she came yet again, and she squirted all over the floor, adding to the growing puddle of fluids.

“Too...sore,” Luna whimpered, holding a hand over her red, gaping pussy as she panted for breath, lying flat on her belly.

“Need more,” Harry rumbled, still little more than a ravenous beast.

“I...know,” Luna panted, smiling widely. “Give me...my wand...and I’ll lube up my bum.”

Harry gasped as he awoke, his eyes opening to see a sea of what looked like wheat, and he tried to sit up and look around when a weight on his chest grumbled in complaint. Brushing the blonde hair out of his face, he looked down at Luna’s sleeping form and struggled to recall the previous night. He remembered kissing her, having taken that potion that she gave him, but after that it was a bit of a blur, with only a few snippets revealing the true extent of their night of debauchery. He’d fucked Luna like a man possessed; that much was clear, ravaging all three of her holes before he finally passed out, but she couldn’t recall all or even most of it.

“Luna?” he asked, nudging her shoulder. “Are you okay?”

“Lemeslee,” Luna mumbled, sounding utterly exhausted, and he sighed, wrapping an arm around her back, brushing his fingers through her hair as he tried to remember more of the night.

Clearly that potion had worked a little too well, and he hoped that he hadn’t actually hurt her. Reaching up to adjust his glasses, he realized that he wasn’t wearing them, and he was still so groggy that it took him a moment to realize what was truly weird about that.

“I can see,” he thought to himself, checking again to make sure that he wasn’t wearing anything on his face.

As he did so, he noticed something oddly sticky on his face and figured that it was just Luna’s juices, as he’d feasted on her pussy extensively at one point that night, finding her scent to be the most intoxicating thing he’d ever smelled, but as he rubbed a hand over his face and some of the fluid flaked off, it stuck to it, and when he pulled back and noticed the dark specks on his hand, he realized that something was wrong. Grabbing a pillow, he carefully nudged Luna over and moved it against her chest, smiling when she wrapped her arms around it instead and didn’t wake up. With her taken care of, he spotted a hand mirror on the table next to Luna’s bed and grabbed it, his eyes going wide as he saw his reflection.

“Blood,” he thought to himself, having lived and bled enough over the years to know what it looked like caked on skin and dried.

The room had recreated Luna’s bedroom, but she either didn’t have a bathroom connected to it, or it hadn’t created that detail, and as she’d entered it first and was still in it, she retained control over it. He looked over at her, debating with himself in his mind about whether or not to wake her for answers, but when he saw how peaceful she looked, still tangled in the sheets, he couldn’t bring himself to bother her.

He sat up, reached for his clothes, and pulled out his wand, casting cleaning charms on himself to deal with the blood and other various bodily fluids he was covered in. It wasn’t as good as a bath, but it was good enough to make him stop smelling like a beast, and that would do for now. Wanting to get dressed, he stood up, and his jaw dropped as he looked down at himself.

“What the fuck?” he asked aloud.

Years of Quidditch training and surviving near-death experiences had given him a lean body but nothing like the muscular thing he beheld as he looked down at himself. He had abs, actual abs, and as he looked around, he noticed that his arms we re a lot thicker than they had been, corded with muscle. Even his cock was bigger, hanging lower than it had, though the change to it was less drastic than the change to his balls, which looked huge. Looking at Luna, he debated again about whether or not to bother her, but, figuring that she’d wake up soon enough, he decided again to let her be for the time being. He got dressed quickly, learning as he did that he was going to need to resize his clothes to fit his stronger, taller frame, but he was good enough at transfiguration to pull that off and managed it quickly enough.

“Thankfully, I’m not excessively taller,” he thought to himself, hoping that he wouldn’t get too many questions about this until he had actual answers to give, and with one last look at the blonde whom he’d spent hours fucking in every way he knew of and a few he’d never considered the night before, he left the room, making his way to the Gryffindor Common Room.

“Uh, hello?” he asked as he looked around at the empty room.

“They’re not there, dear,” the Fat Lady replied, her portrait not having swung closed yet. “Everyone was summoned to the Great Hall, something you would know if you’d spent the night where you should have.”

“Ah,” Harry replied. “Thank you.”

Rushing upstairs, he grabbed his cloak and went down to the Great Hall, wondering what was going on.

“...with a heavy heart that I must inform you that Professor Snape passed away last night,” Dumbledore said just as he entered the room, and Harry stared at him in shock, noticing that there were two absences at the High Table. Umbridge wasn’t there either, and as the tittering filled the room, most of the students were stunned silent, and more than a few of them wondered if it would be too tasteless to cheer when one of the twins broke the silence.

“What about Umbridge?” Fred asked.

“Professor Umbridge is still alive,” Dumbledore replied, giving a disapproving look to the room as more than a few people groaned. “She was summoned to the ministry earlier this morning to deal with a...developing situation. I myself will be going there soon, but I felt it prudent to inform you first about Severus’ passing. Classes for today are canceled to give everyone a chance to come to terms with the news.”

That provoked a few isolated cheers, and Harry couldn’t blame them. The second worst teacher in the school was gone; the only one who had ever taken the title was out of the castle, and they had no classes for the day. Only Hermione would feel bad about that, and as Harry thought about his brunette friend, he realized that she wasn’t in the room, though she rushed back inside a moment later, going straight to McGonagall, who looked concerned at whatever she reported. His head of house spoke to Dumbledore, who looked just as concerned, though that passed after a moment, and the man’s piercing blue eyes looked right at him. Gesturing to the door next to him subtly with his head, he rose from his seat and walked out, and Harry didn’t even hesitate to follow.

“What happened last night?” Dumbledore asked once they were alone.

“You took the words right out of my mouth,” Harry replied. “What happened to Snape?”

“Professor Snape was killed by the mark on his arm,” Dumbledore replied, “as, I suspect, was every marked Death Eater.”

“What?” Harry breathed.

“Reports started to come into the Ministry a few hours ago about high-profile purebloods being found dead in their beds,” Dumbledore replied. “I’ll thank you to keep that to yourself for the time being, as more than a few of your classmates have lost loved ones.”

“What about Voldemort?” Harry asked, daring to hope for just a moment that he was gone too.

“I don’t know,” Dumbledore replied honestly. “I’m going to need to check on something to know for certain, but given what’s happened, it is possible that he’d gone. You can remove the cloak, you know.”

“I figured I didn’t need to, given that you can see through it,” Harry chuckled.

“The human presence revealing spell doesn’t let one see through invisibility cloaks so much as detect what’s there despite them,” Dumbledore replied, and Harry sighed before throwing off the cloak, earning a look of shock from the headmaster. “Explain.”

“To be honest, I’m not entirely sure what happened yet,” Harry replied. “Last night I went on a date, and it, um...well, the girl and I, we…”

“Harry, I have lived among teenagers for over a century,” Dumbledore said dryly. “There is nothing you could tell me that I would find shocking.”

“We spent the night together,” Harry replied, his eyes firmly on the floor. “When I woke up, I was like this.”

“Your scar looks more raw than normal,” Dumbledore commented, drawing his wand.

One silent healing spell later, the linger ing sting in Harry’s forehead disappeared and Dumbledore’s eyes widened.

“What?” the younger man asked.

Rather than answer, Dumbledore conjured a mirror and held it, making Harry’s jaw drop. His scar was barely visible, with just a faint white line remaining.

“What does it mean?” he asked.

“That I cannot say for certain just yet,” Dumbledore replied, “but I’ll be able to when I get back. In the meantime, I would suggest you lay low and wait for my return. The school is going to be rather chaotic over the next few hours, and drawing attention to yourself wouldn’t be a good idea.”

“Right,” Harry replied, throwing the cloak back over himself. “Good luck with the ministry.”

“Luck is something I doubt I’ll need today,” Dumbledore replied before turning to leave towards his office.

Harry, still dumbstruck, realized that more than anything he needed answers for what exactly had happened the previous night, and there was only one source he could go to for them.

*****

“Owie,” Luna winced as she got into the tub of very warm water the room had summoned for her.

She’d bathed the moment she got up, but that hadn’t been quite enough to settle the aches in her pussy and bum, and she decided that a long soak was in order.

“Luna?” Harry asked as he poked his head in, and she smiled.

“Harry,” Luna beamed. “I was wondering where you’d gotten to. Did you bring any food? I’m quite hungry.”

“Sorry, but I got distracted,” Harry replied. “What did you do to me last night?”

“It was more you doing things to me, honestly,” Luna replied. “I’ll try to be a more active participant next time, but your penis felt so wonderfully good that for most of the night, I just came over and over again.”

“I meant the potion,” Harry replied, stepping inside and closing the door behind him.

“Oh, that,” Luna nodded. “Like I said, it was a virility potion, an old recipe that no one’s even attempted in millennia, not since the days of the minotaur.”

“Wait, the ancient Greek myth?” Harry asked.

“Oh, he was no myth,” Luna smiled. “For years he stayed in his labyrinth, mating with any woman who managed to find her way to him, something that no shortage of them tried after hearing rumors of his prowess in bed.”

“I thought he ate people,” Harry replied, confused.

“Oh, he might have eaten them too,” Luna replied. “Given the immense size of his cock, that might have been a necessity.”

“That’s not...what does this have to do with the potion you gave me?” Harry asked, exasperated.

“Well, it contained powdered minotaur horn, for one thing,” Luna replied. “I don’t recall if I mentioned that, but the potion itself was designed by a witch who was utterly ruined by the minotaur and sought a solution after that big meanie Theseus killed him.”

“Ruined?” Harry asked.

“Normal men couldn’t please her after she’d had him,” Luna replied, “and she sought a way to fix that. Her potion apparently worked, but it needed a very special, very rare ingredient, and not long after she managed to get a working batch made, a blight took out the entire crop.”

“Your flower,” Harry breathed as he caught on, and she smiled.

“Mmhmm,” Luna nodded. “The ancient world must have had some contact with the Americas to have found it, but for some reason they forgot where it came from, and when it died off, they thought it was extinct. Even in the Amazon, it seems to be pretty rare, though, and I am the only one to have grown in Europe in millennia.”

“Where did you even come across the recipe?” Harry asked.

“The room,” Luna replied. “I used it to research ways to make you more capable after I put together my harem plan.”

Harry blinked in confusion, asking, “What?”

“My harem plan,” Luna repeated. “I plan to gather together a group of girls utterly addicted to your wonderful penis and magically enhanced sexual prowess so we can all be really close friends and have beautiful orgies together, at least if you don’t mind. Daddy says I really should ask for permission more.”

“Wha...whatt?” Harry asked again, utterly baffled, and she sat up, giving him a view of her breasts and the multiple bruises on them. “What...did I hurt you?”

“Not in any way I didn’t want you to,” Luna replied. “Last night was wonderful, Harry; you left some bruises on me, especially on my very well-spanked bum, but they’re nothing that bruise paste won’t get rid of. As for your first question, I’ve wanted friends for years but never had any luck making them. Most people didn’t like me because of the magical creatures I spoke about or because they found me weird in general, or because, as Marietta once put it, I was a freak.”

“Luna,” Harry sighed sympathetically.

“It’s okay,” Luna smiled sadly. “I never took it terribly personally because Daddy warned me that most people were too close-minded to see the truth of things, like the ministry’s being about You Know Who. It was lonely, though, and when I asked the Room for books about how to make friends and even it didn’t seem to be able to help me, I started to wonder if I just never would, but then I asked it for books about friendship, and it gave me the most wonderful series of picture books.”

“Picture books?” Harry asked.

“I don’t know what they’re called, but I think they’re Japanese,” Luna replied. “The first copies the Room gave me were in a language that I think was Japanese, but the next batch were clearly translated into English. They’re quite nice.”

Suddenly, the room summoned a book right in front of him, and Harry’s seeker reflexes helped him catch it before it fell. Looking down at it, he felt his cock twitch as he saw the images on the cover. It was some guy on a bed, surrounded by women, all of whom were as naked as he was. It looked like something out of one of his most depraved wet dreams, the kind that left him unable to look Hermione in the eye the next day.

“The girls in this are all the best of friends,” Luna smiled wistfully, “because they have so much in common. I’ll probably never find anyone here as interested in magical creatures as I am, but I’m sure I could find girls interested in having mind-melting, vagina-ruining, utterly addictive sex with a gorgeous, well-hung stud. That’s what these girls share the most.”

“Is that...porn?” Harry asked.

“The series does get very pornographic,” Luna nodded. “Anyway, Harry, would you like to help me build a harem of beautiful women utterly addicted to your penis?”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Harry replied. “What about Voldemort?”

“I really don’t want to watch you have sex with You Know Who, Harry,” Luna replied, and Harry shuddered at that particularly disturbing image.

“So your plan last night didn’t have anything to do with the war?” Harry asked.

“I did honestly think that getting laid would relax you enough to endure Umbridge’s vileness without giving in, but aside from that, no,” Luna replied. “Why, did something happen?”

Harry just stared at her, unsure how to reply as his mind continued to race with the utterly insane things he’d just heard.

*****

“I can’t believe they’re all gone,” Hermione said as she read through the article in the Daily Prophet a couple days later. Confirming the full scope of what had happened took a while, especially with the government utterly paralyzed, and a special evening edition of the Prophet had been released the moment official word came.

“I can’t believe I’m never going to have to hear Malfoy say ‘wait until my father hears about this’ again,” Ron added.

“Ron, that’s in utterly poor taste,” Hermione complained.

“That piece of garbage nearly killed Ginny,” Ron reminded her, “and his son’s a prick, plus, he’s not here right now.”

That was true, and, in fact, most of the children of Death Eaters were out of the school just then, having been pulled out by their remaining relatives to process their grief in peace.

“I can’t exactly argue with that,” Hermione replied. “Did Professor Dumbledore tell you anything, either about how he died or why it affected you as it did physically?”

“All he’s said about the second part is that my cursed scar was holding me back in numerous ways, and it went away when he did. As for the rest of it, at the moment, the ministry is leaning towards a theory that he was attempting some dark ritual that went horribly wrong and he took the others with him,” Harry replied, giving the story that the headmaster had come up with, since there was no way in hell he was telling anyone that Harry did it by having sex.

That theory had the added benefit of placing blame for all those pureblood deaths squarely at Fudge’s feet, since, as he was actively arguing, if his warnings had been heeded, this might not have happened. It was more underhanded than anything he’d have thought Dumbledore would come up with, but it had gotten rid of Umbridge, as Fudge had already fallen in a non-confidence vote and the two of them were under active investigation, so he couldn’t complain.

“In the end, You Know Who died, not with a whimper, but a bang,” Luna commented, and Harry nearly choked on his pumpkin juice.

As he glared at the blonde, Hermione said, “I think that would be the other way around, really.”

“Depends on how poorly the ritual went,” Luna replied, and Harry wrapped an arm around her.

Leaning in, he whispered, “Behave.”

The blonde grinned impishly up at him and rested her head on his shoulder as they continued to have dinner. The news of Voldemort and the Death Eaters being wiped out had been so massive that it completely overshadowed the fact that Harry and Luna had started dating. Granted, it had only been a couple days now, but he knew damn well that that would have been big news if not for everything else going on, simply because of who he was. Other than a baffled look from Cho and some angry glares from a few other Ravenclaw girls, it hadn’t had much of a reaction yet.

“The last couple days have been so utterly bizarre that I haven’t even thought to ask, how exactly did this start?” Hermione asked.

“I asked Harry to join me in the kitchens for a quiet meal together; we really got along, and then we spent hours having wild, passionate sex, and we’ve been a couple since the next morning,” Luna replied, and Ron spit out his pumpkin juice, thankfully not facing anyone in particular, as Harry buried his face in his hands.

“Luna, remember the conversation we had about oversharing?” he asked.

“Oh, right, I forgot,” Luna replied sheepishly. “Sorry.”

“Wait, so you...bloody hell, mate,” Ron chuckled as Hermione narrowed her eyes, looking suspicious. Harry was about to ask what was wrong when the doors swung open and Dumbledore walked in, making his way to him.

“Mister Potter, I would like a word,” he said, and Harry nodded, kissing Luna’s cheek and following the headmaster out as he led him to the nearest empty classroom. “You’ll be pleased to know that I managed to get final confirmation last night that he really is gone for good.”

“It’s over then,” Harry sighed, unable to keep the smile off of his face. “What was different about this time? Last time he died, he ended up a wraith and was able to return.”

“When your mother’s protection saved you as a baby and made Tom’s killing curse rebound off of you and destroy his body, he unwittingly created a link between you,” Dumbledore replied. “That link created a terrible weakness for him, and when you experienced a moment of genuine affection and love, that was so utterly anathema to his being that, because of the link between you two, it caused all of the protections he had created to safeguard him from death to unravel.”

“Well, I’m glad we’re going with ‘ritual gone wrong’ as our excuse,” Harry said quietly. “I wouldn’t want the history books saying how it really happened.”

“Quite,” Dumbledore nodded. “Anyway, I won’t take up any more of your weekend, but I thought you’d want true confirmation.”

“I did, and thank you for everything,” Harry smiled.

“It is I who owe you my thanks,” Dumbledore said, “as do we all, though I agree that no one really needs to know that in this case.”

“One last thing, Umbridge is gone for good, right?” Harry asked.

“She is indeed,” Dumbledore nodded, “and with so many of the more disagreeable members of the Hogwarts Board of Governors no longer with us, I’ve been able to rehire Remus Lupin, at least for the rest of the term.”

“That’s wonderful!” Harry exclaimed.

“I agree,” Dumbledore nodded. “Good day, Harry.”

With that they left, finding Luna waiting for Harry outside. Dumbledore nodded to her and continued onward, leaving the young couple alone.

“I brought you a mini treacle tart,” Luna said, and Harry smiled, accepting the treat.

“Thank you,” he replied. “Voldemort is really gone, by the way.”

“That’s great,” Luna beamed. “So, have you had a chance to think any more about what we discussed last night?”

Harry winced and sighed before taking her hand and leading her into the classroom he’d just left, silencing it behind them.

“Are you really certain that you want this?” he asked, and she just nodded.

“More than anything,” Luna replied, and he leaned against the door, remembering the conversation they’d had as they lay in bed the previous night, basking in the afterglow of yet another round of sex.

*****

“That was...amazing,” Luna panted, grinning from ear to ear as she rested her head on his chest, practically purring.

“I’m amazed you were already willing to do it again,” Harry replied, drawing little patterns on her back with his fingers.

“Madam Pomfrey gave me something that healed me right up,” Luna smiled, looking up into his eyes. “You are still a lot for one girl to handle, though.”

“Luna,” Harry sighed. “A couple days ago, I had been on one date in my entire life, and it went poorly. I don’t know the first thing about girls, and I have to imagine that dating multiple ones would be far more complicated than dating one.”

“You’ve proven yourself to be very intuitive where I’m concerned so far,” Luna assured him.

“You’re just assuming that other girls would be interested,” Harry pointed out. “I don’t even know if anyone else is interested in me.”

“Are...are you serious?” Luna asked, pushing herself up and staring at him like he’d just suggested that gravity was made up.

“What?” Harry asked. “I didn’t exactly have to beat girls off with a stick last year when the Yule Ball happened.”

“That’s because plenty of them were waiting for you to ask them and eventually figured you’d asked someone else,” Luna replied. “The only way that Ginny could make her attraction to you any clearer would be if she snuck up to your room, stripped naked, and impaled herself on your cock, something that she really doesn’t think would be a good idea for some reason; probably Ronald’s presence.”

“I know she had a crush on the character of me as a kid, but…” Harry went to reply.

“Harry, you saved her from certain death,” Luna laughed. “She’d want to fuck you even if you weren’t as hot as you are.”

“Oh,” Harry nodded. “Would she be willing to share me, though?”

“Leave that to me,” Luna replied, grabbing her wand and summoning a book from her bag. “There’s more information in here.”

“Luna’s big harem plan?” Harry asked as he read the title aloud.

“Not that big,” Luna replied. “Most of the girls I considered turned out not to be suitable for one reason or another.”

“Lavender?” Harry asked as he opened it to the first page and found a drawn picture of the blonde on it.

“Your cock just twitched, so I assume you approve,” Luna grinned.

“She’s beautiful, but I barely know her,” Harry replied.

“She’s got the largest breasts in your year, is really sweet to talk to, has never made fun of me, and is really, really horny,” Luna explained. “Apparently, she lost her virginity last year to some guy from Durmstrang, who was exceptionally well-hung, and he was really good too. It was just sex between them, but he kind of spoiled her, and the couple guys she’s tried since haven’t done it for her. All she’d need is a taste of you, and she’d be hooked.”

“Fuck, I can’t believe I’m seriously considering this,” Harry groaned, feeling his cock surge again, and Luna giggled, wrapping a hand around it.

“Keep reading,” she murmured as he flipped to the next page and found that she’d made notes along the same lines as what she’d just told him.

He kept going and found her entry on Ginny, his cock throbbing at the thought of the pretty redhead. As he moved past that, though, he came across one that made his eyes widen dramatically.

“Hermione?!” he exclaimed.

“She apparently has a very, very large collection of exceptionally kinky erotica novels in her trunk,” Luna replied. “I figure someone into the kind of things apparently in those books wouldn’t be out of place in an orgy or necessarily opposed to a harem scenario.”

Harry just stared at her in silence for a moment, his brain struggling to process what he’d been told.

“What?” he finally asked. “How do you know that?”

“The house-elves really don’t like her because of the whole S.P.E.W. thing and gave me far more information than I wanted when I asked about her,” Luna replied.

“That’s...not okay,” Harry muttered.

“Yeah, I said as much as well,” Luna replied, “but you know how they can get when they’re really worked up about something. One of them did break your arm with a rogue bludger once.”

“You’re not wrong,” Harry sighed, flipping to the next entry.

“Susan Bones and Hannah Abbott?” Harry asked.

“They get a joint entry because I’m fairly certain that they’re lovers,” Luna replied, making his cock throb. “They’re also both really into you. Their eyes follow you often when you’re in the same room.”

“Really?” Harry asked, picturing the two beautiful, buxom Hufflepuffs together.

“Mmhmm,” Luna replied. “The final entry is also two girls, but these ones I know for certain are a couple. I caught them coming out of a broom cupboard once, both looking quite disheveled and happy while I was practicing my disillusionment charms.”

“Daphne Greengrass and Tracey Davis,” Harry read aloud. “They’re in my year?”

“Slytherins,” Luna explained, and he gave her a look. “Before you say anything, keep in mind that neither one of them seems to have lost any relatives.”

“That’s...true” Harry nodded. “So this is the whole list.”

“I can find more if you like,” Luna grinned. “I wouldn’t mind giving your stamina a real test.”

“I’m sure that this group would test me enough,” Harry chuckled, setting the book aside before wrapping his arms around her. “What if I decide that I’d really just like one girlfriend? Would that be a deal-breaker for you?”

“I really would like to be part of a harem,” Luna replied. “It looked like so much fun in that book series.”

“You will make friends without this, by the way,” Harry added, “especially if we date. You’ve already grown on Ron and Hermione as it is, and that’s without you being my girlfriend.”

“I overheard Ron refer to me as Loony last week,” Luna replied dryly.

“I’ll have a word with him,” Harry muttered. “Look, it is something that I’ll have to think about because as much as, yeah, the idea is hot as hell, I just lost a lot of complication in my life, and this would add more.”

“It would add a lot of fun too, something that having bloodthirsty psychopaths out there plotting your death never did,” Luna replied, and he snorted.

“Well, I can’t argue with that,” Harry replied.

*****

“I’m tempted, I really am,” Harry replied, “but I want us to try actually dating for a little while first. I’ve really enjoyed the past few days, and not just because I lost my virginity and in so doing somehow killed the immortal dickhead who murdered my parents.”

“It will admittedly be hard to top that on our second date,” Luna commented, and he snorted.

“You’re willing to hold off on the whole harem idea, then?” Harry asked.

“I am,” Luna nodded, wrapping her arms around his neck and smiling up at him. “I’ve really enjoyed the last few days as well. Truth be told, I really enjoyed getting to know you in general this year, Harry.”

“Same,” Harry murmured, wrapping his arms around her waist.

He had thought she was utterly strange at first, and Luna certainly turned out to be eccentric, but he couldn’t deny that he was growing increasingly fond of her. She had proven herself to be a capable member of Dumbledore’s Army to start with, and while he doubted that he’d have thought to ask her out, it wasn’t due to a lack of attraction on her part, but more because he was utterly clueless with girls. Still, she’d taken care of that for him, and he couldn’t possibly be happier that he’d said yes.

“Would you like to return to the Room?” Luna asked. “I have something I’d like to try.”

“You’re sure you’re okay?” Harry asked. “You were limping pretty badly this morning.”

“It was worth it,” Luna purred, “and yes, I’m fine. It just takes my poor little vagina several hours to recover from the damage your big, fat cock does to it.”

“Fuck, Luna,” Harry groaned, and she grinned.

“Later,” the blonde replied. “Snape and Umbridge might be gone, but the other professors wouldn’t be particularly happy to find me bent over a desk and screaming my lungs out as you fuck me senseless either.”

“Come,” Harry chuckled, taking her hand and leading her off.

They drew a few gazes as they went, the feast having ended without them, but they paid them no heed. The best part of the story he and Dumbledore were going with about how Voldemort died was that he officially had nothing to do with it. If word had gotten out that he had killed the dark, regardless of whether it was through an epic duel like how Dumbledore took down Grindelwald back in the forties or fucking the shit out of a beautiful blonde until her throat was hoarse from screaming, it would have followed him around for the rest of his life and increased his already annoying fame. If Voldemort did it to himself, though, that was different, and Harry actually let himself hope that someday people might let go of the whole boy-who-lived thing. It wasn’t likely, but he could dream.

“So what do you have in mind?” Harry asked as they closed the door behind them, looking around the now familiar sight of Luna’s bedroom.

“You’ll see,” Luna replied. “Take off your shirt and sit on the bed.”

“Just my shirt?” Harry asked as he complied, tossing his outer robe away and quickly unbuttoning his shirt.

“I wish you could walk around bare-chested,” Luna mumbled, biting her lower lip as her eyes roamed over his muscular form. “Half the women in the castle would have signed up to join your harem by now if you could.”

“It would make Hogsmeade trips around this time of year less fun,” Harry quipped, referring to the freezing cold of the Scottish winter.

“I’d keep you warm,” Luna purred, pointing to the bed and smiling as he sat down. “From what you were telling me of your aunt and uncle, I’m assuming that familial affection wasn’t a big thing for you growing up, right?”

“That’s putting it mildly,” Harry snorted, only to gasp as she gently raked the back of her nails over his back, sending shivers down his spine. “Shit.”

“Mummy used to do this for me all the time when she was alive,” Luna replied, tracing nails over his skin in slow, winding patterns. “It was one of my favorite things as a child.”

“God, that feels so good,” Harry groaned, chuckling to himself at just how bizarrely pleasurable having his back felt. “You said you were nine when she died, right?”

“Yeah,” Luna replied, her tone muted.

“I’m so sorry, Luna,” Harry said sympathetically.

“I used to be angry with her for leaving,” Luna murmured as she started crawling over his back with her fingers, “but now I’m old enough to just be thankful for the years I had. I can’t imagine not having her or Daddy growing up, much less ending up stuck with genuinely awful people in their stead.”

“Well, with Voldemort gone, I should be able to get away from them,” Harry sighed, gasping again as her nails reached his scalp. “Sirius should get an actual trial now with the changes in the ministry, and if he gets freed, I could be free of them too. That would be another thing I would owe you for, by the way.”

“I take payment in orgasms,” Luna replied, and he laughed.

She leaned against him, massaging his temples, and he let out a long, slow breath as the scent of her floral perfume invaded his senses. He honestly couldn’t remember a time in his life when he’d felt more relaxed, more at peace, and that alone was enough for him to want her. Sure, others said she was nuts, and absolutely nothing about their nascent relationship so far had been normal, but she was beautiful, she made him feel better than ever in his life, and she wanted him, and for Harry, that was more than enough reason to pursue a relationship with her, even with all of her eccentricities.

“Well, let no one say that Harry Potter doesn’t pay his debts,” Harry grinned, tilting his head back to look at her, and she returned the look before leaning in and kissing him.

He grabbed his wand and undressed them both, chuckling when she immediately shifted forward and wrapped a hand around his cock. As she did so, she put her breasts right in front of his face, and he didn’t hesitate to capture one of her pale nipples with his lips.

“Mmm, that feels nice,” Luna sighed. “I really need to find a lactation charm.”

“Why?” Harry asked.

“Because having you drink milk from me while I rode you would be fun,” Luna replied, and Harry chose not to think about why that sudden image made him throb with need. “Plus, it would make my boobs bigger.”

“They’re perfect from where I’m sitting,” Harry replied, switching to the other nipple as she ghosted her nails over his abs. “Sit on my face.”

“Okay, but don’t go straight to Parseltongue this time,” Luna replied. “We wouldn’t want a repeat of last night.”

“You fixed my nose fine,” Harry shrugged. “It’s not like it’s the only time I’ve broken something.”

“Hell, it wasn’t even the first time I ended up with my face covered in my own blood during sex,” he thought to himself, chuckling at the absurdity of that.

Luna crawled across his body, and he groaned as he realized that she had no intention of simply riding his face. The second her hairless slit reached his face, he grabbed her hips and pulled her down, giving her a long lick that made her gasp and shiver. She reached down and wrapped her lips around his bulbous head before pushing down and enveloping him in the wet warmth of her mouth. From that angle, she wasn’t able to do any of the wonderful things to the underside of his shaft with her tongue that she’d learned how to do from books created by the Room, but it still felt incredible, and Harry groaned, thankful for the potion she’d given him and the effects it had had on him.

“I can’t imagine I would last terribly long like this as I was, at least not until I’d experienced it a lot,” Harry thought to himself as he swirled his tongue around the throbbing nub of her clit. “If it were under any other circumstances, being fed a potion that physically transformed me without being told everything it would do is something I wouldn’t have taken well, but I can’t really complain given the results.”

He’d taken a cue from Luna and asked the Room for books on physical exercise, determined to maintain the muscular form he’d ended up with. The way that his new girlfriend practically drooled at the sight of his naked body was far too enjoyable to let it slip away. Moving up from her clit, he let his dexterous tongue dance through her folds, adoring the way that she tasted almost as much as the cute, muffled sounds that she’d been making since he started. He pushed his tongue deep inside her, taking full advantage of how much longer the potion had made it, and pressed it against the rough little patch she’d taught him to seek out. She moaned loudly around his length, pulling back as she realized what he was about to do, and a moment later, he spoke a single word in Parseltongue.

“Cum,” Harry hissed, and she squealed.

“HARRY!” Luna shrieked, writhing in pleasure on top of him.

Harry held her as steady as he could, having learned his lesson from the last time about just how much she could bounce around as she convulsed in ecstasy and drank down her fluids greedily. The pleasure coursed through her entire body in waves, driving her wild, and he continued to tease her sensitive flesh with his tongue but avoided speaking Parseltongue anymore…

...until she stopped cumming.

“FUCK!” Luna squealed as he sent her careening into another mind-melting orgasm the second the first one ended, and Harry grinned.

He kept her going like that, making her cum over and over again before finally relenting when he felt her start to go limp in his grip. Carefully, he eased her over to the side, smirking to himself when he saw just how much she was shaking and babbling incoherently, and once he had her lying down, he moved closer and wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her tight.

“Am I paid up?” he whispered in her ear, making her laugh even as tears continued to stream down her face.

“N...nearly,” Luna panted, whimpering when he cupped one of her breasts. “Want you...inside me.”

“Once you’ve come down,” Harry promised, kissing her neck before moving to her shoulder and down her arm.

“Created...a monster,” she smiled, and he grinned.

“Well, you did use something a witch came up with to mimic the prowess of a bull,” Harry chuckled, and she smiled as she reached up and cupped his face.

“I finally know why women throughout Knossos cursed Theseus’ name for the rest of their lives after he slew Asterion,” Luna sighed.

“Why did this version of the story not spread?” Harry asked.

“History’s written by the victors,” Luna replied. “That’s why the good guys win every war.”

Harry snorted at that and rolled her onto her back, tracing a finger down along her belly towards her dripping quim.

“Why do you shave, by the way?” Harry asked. “I like it, but I’m curious.”

“I like how panties feel against my bare vagina better, when I bother to wear them, anyway,” Luna replied, and he nodded.

“Are you ready?” Harry asked.

“Yes,” Luna replied. “Fuck me, Harry...oh!”

He pushed inside her and groaned in pleasure at the feeling of her tight heat clinging to his every inch. She felt so damn good, better than he could have ever imagined, and it had taken him all of two seconds, even in his hazy state that first night to realize why people were so obsessed with sex after feeling her. His memories of that night, had come back over the course of the next day, something that had had the unfortunate effect of giving him random erections throughout it, but that had been a small price to pay for all that had come of it.

“Perfect,” Luna gasped as he sank inside her to the hilt. “You feel...perfect.”

“So do you,” Harry replied, kissing her softly as he cupped one of her breasts and began to move at the sort of slow, gentle pace that he liked to start with.

His cock had already been pretty big before what Luna had done to him, and it had gotten even better afterward. He wasn’t ridiculous or anything, but he knew he was significantly above average, and with the blonde being so small, he still worried that he’d hurt her. He hadn’t yet, not counting the soreness she generally felt the next morning, but he figured it would be a while before he fully trusted that he wouldn’t truly hurt her.

“I’m not made of glass, Harry,” Luna smiled as she wrapped her legs around his waist. “Fuck me properly.”

Harry grunted and picked up his pace, smiling as she immediately let out a loud moan. Her hands roamed over his back, and she raked his nails down it, barely any harder than she had earlier.

“That’s...oh!...it,” Luna moaned. “Fuck, you make me feel full.”

“You’re so bloody tight,” Harry groaned. “Fit me like a glove.”

“Like hot, wet silk, right?” Luna asked. “You mumbled something to that effect the first night.”

“Like I said, bloody perfect,” Harry replied, and she pulled him down to kiss him again.

Their tongues dueled for dominance in their mouths as he picked up his pace again, fucking her with long, hard strokes. The wet squelching sound of her dripping cunt filled the room, drowned out only by the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. Her moans and cries were muffled by his mouth, but when he broke the kiss and started trailing his lips across her neck, she quickly grew deafening.

“More, more!” Luna cried. “Fuck, just like that!”

Harry felt her start to flutter around his length and grinned. Having learned enough to know that he shouldn’t change his pace or angle with her this close, he focused on keeping everything steady and, after wetting his thumb in his mouth, reached down to her clit and started rubbing the sensitive little pearl.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!” Luna screamed, reaching behind her head and grabbing at the sheets desperately. “I’m...I’m...FUCK!”

Harry groaned as he felt her start to spasm around his cock, trying to milk him. He might have been able to hold on longer if he’d wanted to, but he knew that after the number of times he’d made her cum with his tongue, another one was going to make her tired for a while, and he wanted to cuddle with her quietly until they were both ready to go again, so he let go, moaning her name as he let go. Luna whimpered as she felt him cum inside her, filling her to the brim with his copious cum, and held him tightly, running her nails through his hair when he rested his head between her breasts for a moment.

“I can...roll over,” Harry offered, and she smiled.

“Just a sec,” Luna panted. “Like feeling...your weight on me...for a bit.”

Harry nodded at that, smiling at the feeling of her warm, soft skin under his cheek. Their relationship might have started out oddly, but he couldn’t deny that he wanted to get to know Luna better and was looking forward to properly dating her. Having convinced her to at least put her harem plans on hold for a while, he figured that, as she developed the sort of friendships she wanted without it and the two of them continued to date, she’d eventually realize that it was a patently unrealistic idea that would never work and let it go. He totally wasn’t going to give in within the next two weeks and start down a path of hedonism and debauchery beyond his wildest dreams. For that to happen, he would need to be dating a perverted genius more than capable of tempting others into indulging their most base and lustful desires.

In retrospect, he should have seen it coming.

Chapter Text

“If he hurt her in any way, I swear I’m going to hex him into oblivion,” Ron muttered, glaring murderously at Michael Corner, who was sitting with his fellow Ravenclaws, looking a little deflated.

“If he’d hurt her in any way, she would have already hexed him into oblivion,” Hermione drawled, reading through her potions essay one last time as she nibbled on a buttered scone. “Leave it alone, Ron, or you’ll just annoy her.”

“I’m her big brother,” Ron argued. “I have to look out for her, don’t I?”

“Isn’t it nice to have normal concerns for a change?” Luna piped up and Ron looked at her in surprise.

“When you put it like that, I suppose you’re right,” Harry chuckled. “Rather than immortal dark lords or evil professors, we’re sitting here arguing about responding to a breakup.”

Ron snorted at that despite his mood and sighed, sipping his tea. “It is nice, huh? Luna, you and Gin are friends; did she say anything about what happened?”

“I think she realized that she and Michael just weren’t going to work out,” the blonde replied. “She’ll be okay once she finds what she’s really looking for, like how Blibbering Humdinger couples can be very agitated until they find the perfect flower to mate under.”

Her voice grew airier as she said that last part, and Ron barely resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He’d always thought that Luna was strange, even as a kid, and was used to dismissing her generally, but she was friends with Ginny and a helpful resource there, and with her dating Harry, he’d realized that he needed to accept that she was going to be a prominent part of his life for at least the near future.

Harry chuckled and kissed her softly, earning himself a surprised, happy look from the blonde, who asked, “What was that for?”

“I just felt like kissing you,” Harry replied with a smile, and Luna beamed.

“I’d do what I feel like to you, but you’ve made it very clear that you’re not interested in exhibitionism,” she replied, and Seamus choked on his pumpkin juice as Harry shook his head.

“Luna,” he murmured, leaning in, “remember what we talked about before about public and private conversation topics.”

“I remember,” Luna nodded. Leaning in, she whispered, “I didn’t even hint at how badly I wanted to choke on your exceptionally large penis.”

Harry suppressed a groan as he felt his cock twitch at her words. It shouldn’t have surprised him, given how their relationship started, but Luna had turned out to be a very passionate girl, and their relationship had been intensely physical over the past two weeks. For Harry, who had only ever kissed a girl before Luna and he first had sex, it had been pure euphoria, and he was thrilled to have found that she liked sex every bit as much as he did. She was less than subtle in expressing her affection, though, including when they were in public, and while he’d spoken to her about it because he didn’t want to make the other uncomfortable, he couldn’t say that he didn’t love how openly she desired him.

“Hermione, I’m sure your essay is perfect,” Ron chuckled as he saw her start reading over it again. “You’re you, after all.”

“This is for a new professor, though,” Hermione fretted.

“Yeah, one who isn’t a complete arsehole,” Ron replied. “You should be worrying less, not more.”

“Professor Snape was very difficult to please at the best of times,” Hermione muttered, “but Professor Slughorn seems very different, and I just want to make as good a first impression, at least as far as my written work goes, as possible.”

“I’m sure you’ll be fine,” Harry chuckled. “Like Ron says, Professor Slughorn is quite different compared to Snape.”

That was one of many pleasant things that he’d gotten used to over the past couple weeks. On top of having the evil dickhead who had wanted him dead for years gone and a horny blonde eager to bounce on his cock daily, he didn’t have to deal with a professor who openly hated his guts teaching one of his core subjects. It had made life shockingly normal for him, and even without his new relationship to bring joy to his life, he still would have found himself wondering if his new life was just a dream.

“I guess she’s just not showing up to breakfast,” Ron muttered, still worried about Ginny. “Luna, are you sure that she seemed fine last night?”

“She was unhappy about the relationship failing, but otherwise yes,” Luna replied. “She and I have history first thing today, so I’ll be able to talk to her then and see how she’s doing.”

“Thanks,” Ron replied, genuinely grateful.

Harry smiled at the interplay between them, happy to see that Luna had grown closer to his friends already. He’d been more than a little shocked by her proposal to build a harem around him from a couple weeks ago, something that she hadn’t brought up since then, but more than that he’d been saddened when he learned why. She had been alone for so long that she’d become desperate for friends, and having her get to know Ron and Hermione better seemed to have been good for her.

“I’ve got to get going,” Luna murmured, smiling at him. “See you at lunch?”

“Wouldn’t miss it,” Harry smiled, brushing her long blonde hair behind her ear.

“It’s not good for teenage boys to skip meals,” Luna said sagely. “It makes them more prone than normal to wrackspurt infestations.”

“That too, I guess,” Harry chuckled, “but I was referring more to your company.”

“Well, then I guess I shouldn’t miss it either,” Luna murmured, and they both heard an exaggerated gagging noise from down the table. As Harry kissed Luna, he flipped Cormac off, making the older boy chuckle.

“You’re lucky Umbridge isn’t here anymore, or that would probably earn you both detention for life,” Ron laughed.

“We’re all lucky Umbridge isn’t here anymore,” Harry smiled.

*****

“Ronald was deeply concerned that you didn’t show up for breakfast,” Luna said as she sat down next to Ginny, who rolled her eyes.

“Merlin forbid I take a morning off to avoid having any awkward run-ins with the bloke I dumped last night,” the redhead muttered.

“Harry, Hermione, and I assured him you were fine,” Luna smiled.

“Well, thanks for that,” Ginny sighed.

“Are you?” Luna asked, and her old friend narrowed her eyes at her.

“Yes, I am,” Ginny muttered. “I just realized that the relationship wasn’t working for me and ended it before I could waste any more time. Wish I’d figured that out sooner, to be honest.”

“What wasn’t working for you?” Luna asked curiously, and Ginny eyed her for a moment before casting a silencing charm around their desks.

As Binns approached and began to give what the entire class was sure would be another lecture on some goblin rebellion or another, the redhead took a moment to think before saying, “Michael’s cute, and he’s plenty fun on dates, but I don’t think I was ever all that attracted to him.”

“Why’d you go out with him then?” Luna asked.

“He asked me out, and I figured, ‘why not?’” Ginny shrugged. “That date went well enough for me to be down for another and then another, and when he asked me to be his girlfriend, I figured that I liked him enough to give it a go. He’s a quidditch fan and really encouraged me to fly and practice for next year, since Angelina and Alicia will be graduating this year, so it’s not like we didn’t have anything in common, but eventually it started to feel like I was going out with a friend instead of…”

“Your boyfriend,” Luna finished.

“There just wasn’t much of a spark, and one never really developed,” Ginny replied. “A couple weeks ago we were making out in a broom cupboard, and it was nice, I suppose, but I was just surprised by how little I felt.”

“I wouldn’t have thought he’d be that small, given his height,” Luna commented, and Ginny snorted.

“That’s not what I meant,” the redhead laughed. “We just didn’t click, and I was so pathetically enamored by the idea of having a boyfriend that I didn’t realize for months.”

“You’re not pathetic,” Luna murmured, brushing a hand over Ginny’s, making her smile lightly.

“How...are things with Harry?” she asked, swallowing down the flash of irritation that she felt whenever she thought about that relationship.

She hadn’t been entirely honest with Luna just then, for while it was true that her relationship with Michael had been passionless and not what she was looking for, those things hadn’t been what pushed her to end the relationship when she did. She would have eventually, she realized, but she knew that it would have taken her longer to figure out where they actually stood as a couple if not for the news she’d gotten about Harry and Luna.

Hermione had suggested, when she asked her over the summer about how to make her longtime crush notice her, that she try dating other boys and giving Harry a chance to notice her as more than just his friend’s little sister who crushed on him as a girl, and when Michael asked her out, she thought he was cute and fun and jumped at it. Seeing Harry with someone else had made her realize just how little she was truly into him, though, and she’d taken all of two weeks to break up with him afterward.

She’d be lying if she said that she wasn’t a little hurt that Luna of all people had ended up dating him, when she knew full well about her crush, but she couldn’t truly begrudge her too much, especially when she noticed just how happy they seemed to be with each other.

“I just have to let him go,” she thought to herself, hating the way that her heart clenched at the thought. “It’s not like he ever seemed to be even a little bit interested in me anyway.”

She still couldn’t help but wonder how things might have gone if she’d been able to say yes when he, out of sheer desperation, asked her to the Yule Ball the year before, but given that her evening with Neville had been perfectly pleasant and Harry’s date with Parvati had been a disaster, she figured that it was probably for the best. That didn’t stop her from wondering, though.

“Good,” Luna smiled, “really good. That’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about.”

“Oh?” Ginny asked, wondering what the blonde had in mind.

“Now that you’re single, I have to ask, would you be willing to date Harry if I were willing to share?” Luna asked, and Ginny’s eyes went wide as saucers.

“Wha...what?” she spluttered. “Why would you even ask that?”

“Because I’d like to share Harry with you,” Luna replied. “I know you’ve always wanted him, and I can tell you from experience that he’s a wonderful boyfriend, so…”

“So, what? You think I’d happily take a few pity dates?” Ginny bristled. “Luna, you of all people know how much I care for him. He risked his life to save mine; he’s even more of the hero than the one from those silly stories I read as a girl, only he’s real, and on top of that he’s the sweetest, kindest guy I know.”

“Yes, that’s why I’m offering,” Luna replied, “that and the simply massive penis.”

Ginny blinked, her mouth gaping like a fish’s for several seconds before she flushed scarlet and squeaked out, “What?”

“Harry’s exceptionally well-hung, and he has the stamina of a god,” Luna replied, smiling widely. “I’ve been quite enjoying him, but I think he’s going to be too much for me alone in the long run, so I started thinking of other girls to bring in and help me out. Naturally I thought of you first, knowing how much you like him.”

“You’re sleeping with him?” Ginny breathed.

“We don’t do all that much sleeping most of the time,” Luna replied, “at least until I pass out from all the orgasms, anyway. Your face is really red; are you feeling alright?”

“Lu...I...I…” Ginny stammered. “Has Harry mentioned me?”

“He knows that I consider you a possible candidate,” Luna replied, “and he was very happy about that. You should have felt how his penis throbbed at the mention of you.”

“Luna, I...I don’t know,” Ginny breathed even as images too sinful for words filled her mind. “I don’t know if I could share a boyfriend with another girl.”

“It could be more fun than you fear,” Luna replied, taking her hand in hers, “especially if you’re as interested in kissing me as you used to be.”

“We swore we’d never mention that!” Ginny hissed, and Luna smiled softly.

“I haven’t told anyone else, even Harry,” the blonde replied. “I can’t imagine that he wouldn’t quite enjoy watching it, though. Harry’s not entirely sold on the ‘multiple girlfriends’ idea either, and I thought that you might have some reservations, so what I was thinking was that the three of us could meet up at the Three Broomsticks during our upcoming Hogsmeade weekend and just hang out. It could give you a chance to get to know Harry better and give him a chance to see how well we could all get along. What does or doesn’t happen from there will be up to us.”

“You’re sure he’s attracted to me?” Ginny asked, her voice small, and Luna smiled lightly, grazing the backs of her fingers against her cheek.

“How could he not be?” the blonde asked. “You’re very beautiful; I’ve always thought so.”

“I know,” Ginny murmured, looking into her old friend’s silver eyes.

Luna and she had known each other since they were very young, and while they had been relatively close as girls, they’d drifted apart just before they came back to Hogwarts. The blonde’s quirkiness and belief in odd creatures no one had proof of the existence of had become less amusing as she’d neared her Hogwarts years, and she had begun to fear that if she spent too much time with her, it might stop her from making other friends and eventually getting Harry’s attention. The irony of that part was not lost on her, and the nightmare of her first year at Hogwarts stymied her efforts to make friends from the start anyway. More popular now, she realized how silly she’d been and had been more than happy to reconnect with Luna. That didn’t mean that the other girl had somehow become less unusual over the years.

“It would never work,” she thought to herself, even as the temptation to see where the blonde’s mad idea could take her grew immense. “Relationships between multiple people would be too complicated. I’d be surely setting myself up for failure, and I don’t even want to think about what my mother would say.”

On the other hand, there was Harry. Her biggest crush, the one boy in all the school that she wanted above anyone else, and easily her greatest temptation, the idea of being with him in any capacity was enough to make her weak at the knees. He was the boy who saved her life and her very soul after she stupidly let herself be taken in by Tom’s lies, the one she thought about more than anyone else when she was alone at night feeling hot, and he was so bloody sexy.

His dark hair, handsome face, and green eyes so captivating it was downright unfair had graced more than a few dreams of hers that she’d take to her grave. If he’d asked her to the Yule Ball before she’d said yes to Neville, she’d have said yes without hesitation, and she shivered at the thought of what she’d have been willing to do afterward, provided the date hadn’t turned out as miserably as his actual date ended up being.

If Luna had suggested that she join her in dating any other guy, she’d have said no immediately, but with it being Harry, she found herself more tempted than she could have imagined, and the blonde smiled serenely, plainly realizing what was going on in her head.

“One day in Hogsmeade is all I ask for,” she murmured. “Take the opportunity to get to know Harry properly and decide from there if this is something that interests you.”

“I...guess it wouldn’t hurt to just hang out with you two,” Ginny reasoned, her heart hammering in her chest as she imagined actually dating the boy she’d wanted desperately for years. “How...um...how big is he?”

Luna grinned and spread her hands apart until they showed roughly how long her boyfriend’s cock was, giggling as Ginny’s jaw dropped.

“That fits inside you?” she marveled.

“It’s a very tight fit, for he’s very, very thick too, but I manage,” Luna replied. “You and Michael only ever made out, right?”

“Yeah, I’ve never...fuck, I can’t even imagine taking something that big,” Ginny breathed, feeling her insides clench at the thought.

“It will feel better than you can imagine, provided you decide you want to try it,” Luna smiled, and the redhead shivered, suddenly even more tempted than she was before.

*****

“Professor Slughorn’s so nice,” Hannah gushed as Luna walked past her and Susan, holding the butterbeers she’d ordered by the handles of their steins. “It’s nice to not dread potions class for a change.”

“Tell me about it,” Susan muttered, her sapphire eyes gleaming as she stared into the other girl’s sky blue orbs.

“I really do think that they’re sleeping together,” Luna thought to herself. “They’ll need a guy to continue their lines and one who doesn’t mind them being together as well, and Harry would be perfect for that, but I should focus on encouraging him to have his first threesome before I start planning foursomes.”

Though she hadn’t brought up her harem plan in a while, she still considered it too perfect to be discarded outright. Harry’s initial reluctance had been sweet, and she loved that he wanted to focus all of his attention on her, but he was such a loving guy that it seemed like a shame not to spread that love further. She just knew that if she could convince him to go along with the plan, she could end up with a bunch of close female friends bound together by their love of his wonderful penis, just like that series she loved so much. Spotting him lost in conversation with an equally enthralled Ginny made her smile, and she carefully set their beers down on the table before sitting next to him.

“Thanks, Lu,” Harry beamed, kissing her softly, and Luna preened at his touch.

“What were you two talking about?” she asked.

“Professor Lupin commented how advanced so many of us seemed to be, and I was telling Harry that it was thanks to him,” Ginny replied. “You really were a good teacher.”

“I was just sharing something I’ve always been good at,” Harry replied, rubbing his neck and smiling at her.

“You were really good,” Luna murmured, resting her head on his shoulder.

“Do you think it’s something that you could see yourself doing?” Ginny asked.

“Teaching?” Harry asked, surprised. “I hadn’t given it much thought, honestly.”

“I think we can safely say that Dumbledore would hire you,” Ginny chuckled, and Harry furrowed his brow, giving it thought.

“It’s an option, I guess,” he murmured. “I had considered auror work pretty heavily, though Luna’s been trying to convince me to give professional Quidditch some thought.”

“That would be amazing,” Ginny gushed, looking at the blonde in surprise. “You have a nearly undefeated record here; your instincts in the air are top-notch, and you fly beautifully. I know that scouts visit Hogwarts games now and then to see what up-and-coming talent might have what it takes, and I’d be shocked if some teams weren’t already talking about you.”

“And with no dark wizards to bother you, you could focus more on Quidditch,” Luna added, figuring that, even as dangerous a game as Quidditch could be, it would still be safer than auror work.

“It’s definitely something to consider,” Harry murmured. “You know, Ginny, with Angelina, Alicia, and your brothers graduating this year, we’re going to have a lot of holes to fill soon. Have you thought of trying out?”

“I’m a Weasley, aren’t I?” Ginny grinned, and he laughed. “Aside from Percy, we’re all nuts for the game, and that tosser hardly counts.”

Her voice took on a hard edge as she said that, her fury at her older brother not having diminished in the slightest. Harry had barely given him any thought at all over the past weeks, but with Fudge tossed out on his arse and the ministry in chaos, he doubted that things were going well for the former Gryffindor.

“Are you any good, though?” Harry asked, and he saw a hint of fire light up in Ginny’s brown eyes.

“I’d happily show you how good I am, Potter,” she replied, her voice breathy, and Harry felt his heart skip a beat.

“Ginny used to sneak out and borrow her brother’s brooms at night to practice,” Luna chimed in, and Harry cocked an eyebrow at her.

“Since I was six,” the redhead grinned. “Mum wouldn’t let me play with the others, convinced that I’d get hurt as though I’m a delicate little flower.”

“I’d hardly call you delicate,” Harry chuckled, and she grinned.

“Thanks for noticing,” Ginny smirked. “Anyway, I figure I’ll have a shot at playing chaser next year, provided I impress the new captain well enough. I don’t suppose you’d be willing to put in a good word with him for me, would you?”

“Hi...me?” Harry asked.

“You said yourself most of the team’s going to be gone next year,” Ginny snorted. “Of course it will be you.”

“Katie has seniority,” Harry argued.

“But you’re a natural leader,” Luna murmured. “You proved that well enough this year.”

“I...guess,” Harry replied. “Anyway, whoever ends up captain is going to spend much of next September holding tryouts. I’m not really looking forward to that either way.”

“Angie could do some of that this year, actually,” Ginny suggested. “Losing both beaters and two of your chasers would be murder on any Quidditch team, so it wouldn’t hurt to start looking for replacements now.”

“That’s not a bad idea,” Harry nodded. “If we find people who could take their places, they could train with us and serve as reserves. That way, come next year, we’d end up in a better position than we currently would. I’ll suggest it to her when I get the chance.”

“That sounds amazing,” Ginny smiled, not having expected to get her shot so soon.

“Maybe you could show off your flying skills for Harry now,” Luna suggested, finishing off her butterbeer.

“I’m game if you are,” Harry added, and Ginny’s eyes widened.

“I...my broom isn’t exactly…” she stammered.

“You could even borrow my Firebolt,” Harry smiled, and Ginny looked like she might faint at the prospect.

“As much fun as it would be to watch Ginny ride your broomstick, I have another idea,” Luna murmured, and the two of them both gaped at her, with Ginny turning as red as her hair in mere moments. “Come on.”

She was on her feet and headed towards the door before either of them could say anything, and both Harry and Ginny just shook their heads and took off after her, neither one looking at the other. They followed Luna out, and Harry rushed ahead, wrapping an arm around his girlfriend’s waist and leaning in close.

“You said today was about cheering her up after her breakup,” he whispered, and Luna smiled at him.

“That’s true,” she replied. “It’s working too; haven’t you noticed?”

“Uh, Luna, we’d get to the Quidditch pitch faster if we used one of the secret passages,” Ginny replied.

“I know, but we’re not going to the pitch,” Luna replied. “Just trust me; this is something I’ve wanted to share with Harry for days now, but we haven’t had the time.”

“Well, color me intrigued,” Harry commented, wondering what exactly his girlfriend had in mind.

The three of them returned to the castle quickly, and Luna led them all the way up to the seventh floor, fully intending to share something that she’d stumbled across a few nights ago when she tested out a theory that she’d been mulling over since she started dating Harry.

“Wait...the Room?” Harry asked. “You’re not saying…”

“I decided to test out its limits the other night and found there to be delightfully few,” Luna replied, walking back and forth in front of the wall in which the door to the Room of Requirement would appear the moment she finished.

Opening it as soon as it did, Luna led them inside, and both Harry and Ginny stood, gobsmacked as they looked around.

“It’s...it’s huge,” Harry marveled, looking around at the landscape all around him. It stretched as far as he could see in every direction, verdant plains and hills going on for miles, and in the center of it all was a very distinct tower. “Is that the Rookery?”

“Mmhmm,” Luna replied. “These are the grounds of my family home. What do you think?”

“I think it’s insane,” Ginny replied. “Does this mean that I could have the room recreate the entire Burrow?”

“I can’t see why not,” Luna shrugged. “Anyway, have a Firebolt.”

She grabbed her wand and silently flung a broom from a pile; neither of them noticed towards Ginny, who caught it and cradled it reverently in her hands.

“Holy shit,” she gasped. “This is real?”

“It should work as well as the real things, but I’d suggest you hover only a few feet above the ground at first just in case,” Luna replied.

“The team could use this place to practice whenever we like,” Harry marveled. “Fuck, I wish I’d known about this when Snape or Umbridge acted like total dickheads at various points.”

“It is kind of funny that you only learned about it after you didn’t really need it,” Ginny chuckled. “Anyway, Harry, you said that you wanted to see how I was on a broom so, watch.”

She mounted her Firebolt and took off out onto the grounds, staying low to start with but quickly ascending as she grew more confident that the Room’s recreation of a broom wasn’t going to kill her.

“She is very good, you know,” Luna murmured. “Even wearing robes instead of Quidditch gear, look at her go.”

“Luna, was today really about cheering Ginny up or was this about your plan?” Harry asked.

“I’m sure my plan would cheer Ginny up immensely,” Luna replied, looking up at him. “I said that I wouldn’t push you into anything, Harry, and I meant it, but I do really want to try having a threesome at least, and Ginny’s the ideal candidate for that, given everything.”

“Bloody hell, I can’t believe you’re real sometimes,” Harry chuckled, and she just smiled serenely.

“If I’m not, then you’ve made even more of a mess of your bed when we’ve shagged there than it seemed,” Luna replied, and Harry chuckled.

“Would she be willing to do that?” he asked. “Even if it might not turn into anything more?”

“She’s wanted you for a long time, Harry,” Luna replied. “It’s your fault for being such a gorgeous hunk and saving her life, you know.”

“How terrible of me,” Harry drawled, and Luna giggled, moving closer and burying her face in the crook of his neck as she wrapped her arms around him.

“If she’s willing, would you be?” she asked. “She is quite beautiful.”

“Ron would kill me,” Harry pointed out.

“Only if you hurt her,” Luna replied, “and while your immensely large penis might hurt a little the first time she takes it, I doubt she’d complain to her brothers about that.”

Harry snorted at that and watched her fly around like she was born for it. She had a natural talent for it, that was for sure, being absolutely fluid in the air as she looped around and around, giggling like a child. The Firebolt was a faster broom than anything she’d used before, and it showed as she started out relatively slow and built up speed over time. She started lapping the tower, her fiery hair flowing after her wildly, and Harry decided that that looked like fun. Grabbing another Firebolt, he mounted it and tore off after her, stopping just before he reached the tower.

“Having fun?” he asked, and she came to a stop so quickly she had to tighten her grip to keep from sliding off the broom. He had moved towards her instinctively as she did, wanting to catch her if he needed to, and stopped between her and the tower.

“Bloody hell, this thing is insane,” Ginny replied. “It’s a pity I’d have to sell a bloody kidney to the muggles to get a real one.”

Harry knew better than to offer to buy her one, though after seeing what she was like on it, he was seriously tempted, given what it would do their team next year.

“How about a race?” he suggested instead, and Ginny grinned, looking almost feral with her wild, excited eyes, and her red hair fanned around her pale face like a mane.

“You’re o...oh Merlin!” she exclaimed, her face going as red as a tomato.

Harry was about to ask her what was wrong when he decided to turn around and look for himself, his face reddening nearly as much as hers when he looked inside what he recognized as a recreation of Luna’s bedroom.

“Luna!” he exclaimed, glaring down at the blonde, who quickly mounted a broom and flew up.

“What?” she asked, confused by his annoyed tone.

Rather than reply, he just pointed at what Ginny was still staring at, her mouth hanging open and her eyes wide saucers as she found herself lost in shock.

“What is i…oh my!” Luna gasped. “The Room must have recreated the Rookery according to what I’d like it to contain instead of what it does. Oh, you naughty little room, you.”

Harry ran a hand over his face and sighed, looking back at what had so thoroughly captivated Ginny. Inside Luna’s bedroom, standing in the corner, was a life-sized marble statue of Harry, utterly nude and entirely anatomically correct.

“I did say he had a very large penis, Ginny,” Luna murmured, breaking the redhead out of her reverie and making her squeak in embarrassment.

“Oh, goodness, Harry, I’m so sorry,” she groaned, wishing that the earth would swallow her whole just then, despite the fact that she was in the air.

“It’s fine, Ginny,” Harry replied. “It’s not any of us knew this thing was here and speaking of that, Luna?”

“Oh, right, just a second,” Luna replied, focusing on getting the Room to vanish the statue, which it rapidly did. “Would you two like to come in? Ginny, you haven’t been in my room in years.”

She flew in through her window, getting the Room to enlarge it enough to make that possible, and dismounted her broom, letting it lean on the wall in the corner where the large statue of Harry had sat as she waited for the others to join her.

“Ginny, if you’re uncomfortable, you can go,” Harry said softly, and the redhead shook her head.

“No, no, it’s okay,” she replied. “I know Luna well enough to know that she really didn’t know that was there, and at the end of the day, you have more right to be annoyed than me.”

“It’s fine,” Harry chuckled. “It was a shock, though.”

“Yeah,” Ginny breathed, her eyes flicking down between his legs so quickly that he nearly didn’t notice.

The pair of them flew inside and Harry chuckled to himself as he looked around.  This wasn’t the first time that he’d been in a recreation of Luna’s room and it was slightly different, with things having been moved around for the statue that had been in the corner, but it still looked very, very Luna.  The furniture was simple enough, with her relatively large bed, a desk, an end table, and a dresser spaced around the room, but what really set it apart was the way that the walls and ceiling were painted.  The walls were painted like a forest scene with various animals frolicking around, while the ceiling was painted to look like a blue sky, with birds flying to and fro.  Of course the one true remaining oddity was the plant on her dresser, still as vaginal-looking as ever, but neither he nor Ginny looked paid it much heed.

He placed his broom next to hers and sat down next to Luna on the bed, wrapping an arm around her waist and kissing her cheek.

“It’s very you,” he murmured, and she smiled.

“Mummy was really good at painting and enchanting,” Luna said. “She was the one who made the room like this when I was very young, and Daddy’s kept it up since.”

“What’s with the open space in the corner?” Ginny asked. “I remember the furniture being placed differently than this.”

“I found a statue that Mummy ordered just before she died in the attic over the summer and moved things around to fit it, though Daddy objected and moved it back to the attic,” Luna muttered, her eyes dimming.

“What was it of?” Harry asked.

“A unicorn,” Luna replied. “It’s set up to look like he’s just raised himself up on his hind legs, his front legs and horn nearly reaching the ceiling, and his fully engorged penis jutting out beautifully.”

“Oh,” Harry muttered as Ginny blushed again.

“Daddy didn’t think it was appropriate,” Luna sighed, “or he feared that I might try to ride it and hurt myself. Either way, it doesn’t matter now, as I’m sure you feel far better inside me than cold stone ever could.”

Harry sighed, smiling wryly at his girlfriend’s antics, and hazarded a glance at Ginny through the corner of his eye, something that he was still getting used to being able to do with his eyesight having improved so much. She had blushed again, but it was different, and as she didn’t know he could see her, she didn’t bother hiding the smoldering glance she gave him.

“So Ginny, did you enjoy flying around on a Firebolt?” Luna asked, changing the subject.

“It was incredible,” Ginny breathed. “By the end there I was going faster than I ever had in my life. If I spend too much time playing around in here, I’m going to spoil myself for my old Cleansweep.”

Luna considered making a comment about how truly impressive shafts could have that effect but decided against it.

“Well, if you do end up a reserve player for the team and anything happens to me, I’d be happy to let you use my broom to fill in as seeker if you think you could,” Harry offered, and Ginny beamed at him.

“Chaser’s the position I’m most comfortable with, but I can play seeker,” Ginny replied. “I don’t have the physical strength to be a beater, and I’m actually a pretty shite keeper.”

“Really?” Harry asked.

“I think it’s just that I can get bored floating in one place for a while, and then by the time trouble’s coming my way, I’m not able to get into position in time,” Ginny admitted. “The odd time that Mum let me join my brothers when they played, I was forced into the keeper role, and I generally sucked. Ron’s pretty good at it.”

“He is,” Harry nodded. “Oh, Ginny, you have a twig in your hair.”

“A twig?” Ginny asked, feeling around her head. “How is that even possible? I didn’t fly near any trees.”

“Here, let me,” Harry murmured, stepping close and carefully pulling the small twig from her long, red hair, making her freeze.

She stared up at him, her brown eyes nearly black with a sort of desire he’d come to recognize very well over the past couple weeks, and he felt his cock twitch at the sight. Ginny was undeniably beautiful, something he was surprised he hadn’t noticed before, but then, he’d not paid all that much attention to her in general after he saved her from the chamber, something that he regretted the more he thought about it.

“I’m sorry I didn’t check in on you more after the Chamber,” Harry said softly, and she furrowed her brow.

“You saved my life,” Ginny breathed. “I didn’t exactly expect more from you than that.”

“Still, I should have,” Harry replied. “Your brother’s my best mate, for goodness sake.”

“Right, because I’m just your friend’s silly little sister,” Ginny scowled, and he winced.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” Harry clarified. “I just meant that I think I should have asked how you were doing more.”

“I survived,” Ginny sighed, “thanks to you. Here you are feeling bad for not checking in on me, and I don’t think I’ve ever come close to truly thanking you for saving my life.”

“Would you like to?” Luna asked, biting her lower lip as she watched the mutual desire between them grow. Harry looked at her, his eyes querying, and she nodded at him.

“Yes,” Ginny replied, “I would.”

She peered up into his eyes, feeling her pussy clench as she watched his pupils bloom wider, and, in a fit of boldness quite appropriate, given her house, she reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Luna said it’s okay with her if it is with you,” she murmured.

“You’ve been a very bad girl,” Harry rumbled, looking at Luna, who smiled.

“Maybe you two can punish me together,” the blonde breathed, and Ginny chuckled.

“Kiss me, Harry,” she whispered. “Kiss me before I lose my nerve.”

Harry, who had grown harder and harder over the course of that exchange, was too turned on to even think of resisting, and so he leaned down and captured her lips with his own. Ginny pressed herself against him the moment their lips touched, letting out a little whimper at how bloody good even that felt. Harry’s arms tightened around her, and he held her close, kissing her with a passion that surprised even him. Ginny’s knees buckled, and she led him back, moaning into his mouth when she felt her body press against the wall. His tongue slipped into her open mouth, and she accepted it eagerly, bringing her own out to play. The two of them kissed with increasing passion, their tongues dueling for dominance in their mouths, and it was only when she needed to breathe that Ginny broke it.

“Wow,” she breathed, panting for breath and trying to will her racing heart to slow down. “That was…”

“Everything you were missing with Michael?” Luna asked, watching them from the bed, and Ginny nodded emphatically. “Poor Ginny here has never known a moment of true passion before now, and I for one think that we should show her what she’s been missing.”

“That’s true?” Harry asked, and Ginny shivered at the intensity of his heated gaze.

“Yes,” she replied. “Nothing with Michael ever felt anything like that, and neither did kissing Luna for that ma…”

She trailed off, realizing what she’d said, and Harry looked at his girlfriend in confusion.

“It was years ago,” Luna replied before he asked. “We were very young and very curious, and we decided to try out kissing together. I’m sure we’re both much better now, though I’d like to find out for sure.”

“You...you two?” Harry asked, feeling his cock throb in his pants, and Ginny grinned.

“I think he likes that idea,” she giggled, slipping out of his embrace and walking towards Luna. “How about we give him a show?”

“I’d love to,” the blonde replied, and Ginny kissed her hungrily, pushing her back onto the bed.

Harry watched his girlfriend and her old friend make out, his cock feeling harder than steel, and as keeping it confined started to feel painful, he reached down to readjust it, gasping when he felt his clothes disappear.

“Luna!” he exclaimed, drawing the attention of Ginny, who looked and moaned at the sight of him.

“Holy shit, the statue wasn’t exaggerated at all,” she breathed.

“It might be understated, actually,” Luna replied, grinning as she gazed down at her boyfriend’s very impressive cock.

“You manage to fit that thing inside her?” Ginny breathed.

“In my pussy, down my throat, up my arse,” Luna replied. “I suggested we try my ears, but neither of us has studied human transfiguration yet, and Harry doesn’t think that Professor McGonagall would help us.”

Ginny gaped at Harry, barely hearing half of that, and focused in on the part that captured her attention most.

“You fit that in your arse?” she asked.

“You should have heard her,” Harry replied with a grin. “She came so hard she soaked the bed.”

He walked towards them, his heavy cock bobbing with his every step, and barely managed to keep from laughing as he watched Ginny’s eyes move up and down with it.

“I’ve never...I mean, I haven’t…” the redhead stammered, her usual confidence nowhere to be seen.

“We’ll only do as much as you want to,” Harry assured her, “even if that’s nothing at all.”

“At least wrap your hand around it,” Luna suggested. “You really have to feel how thick he is.”

“My fingers don’t even touch,” Ginny breathed as she did so, marveling at how simultaneously hard and soft he felt. She stroked him gently, feeling her cunt drool as he let out a little groan, and when she saw a dewy drop of precum form on the tip of his cock, it made her mouth water. “I had no idea you were so big.”

“Fuck, Ginny,” Harry groaned as she started stroking him, and the redhead shuddered.

“Say that again,” she breathed, and he smirked.

“Earn it,” Harry replied, falling into the same confident, assertive manner that Luna loved most.

Unlike the blonde, who would have moaned and immediately started sucking his cock, Ginny’s eyes narrowed, and she said, “You’ve grown very confident, haven’t you.”

“It turns out that dating a girl completely obsessed with his penis can have that effect on a guy,” Luna chimed in, and Ginny snorted.

“You’re very big, as Luna said, but I have no proof yet of any of the other claims she made,” the redhead commented. “For all I know, you could cum quicker than a racing snitch.”

“Well, you’ll just have to test me then, won’t you?” Harry asked challengingly, and Ginny’s eyes grew even darker with lust.

“I’ve only practiced this on the odd bit of particularly phallic fruit, so bear with me,” she muttered as she lowered her head.

“Just mind your teeth, and you should be fine,” Luna smiled.

“That would be easier if he wasn’t as thick as my bloody forearm,” Ginny mumbled under her breath as she lowered her face towards his cock.

She licked the drop of precum from the tip, making him gasp in pleasure, and noted that, while salty, it wasn’t bad. Wrapping her lips around the bulbous head, she let the weight of it settle on her tongue before pushing down a little, enveloping more of him. His groan made her insides clench, and she shivered as she looked up at him and saw the raw lust in his gorgeous eyes. For so long she had wanted him to look at her like that, and actually experiencing it was euphoric. She bobbed her head up and down, taking the first few inches of him into her mouth again and again, and after several seconds, she wrapped her hand around the base and started stroking it in time with her movements.

“That feels so fucking good,” Harry groaned.

“Cave in your cheeks a little more,” Luna suggested, smiling as Ginny did so. “I’m surprised you didn’t try to go further than you have.”

Ginny let his cock slip from her lips with an audible pop and said, “Practicing with the vegetables taught me that I have a pretty bad gag reflex, though I’m sure that with practice, I could learn to ignore it.”

“I want to see more of you,” Harry rumbled, and Ginny shivered.

“Undress me, then,” she smirked, and he grinned.

“I think you two should undress each other,” Harry replied, and Luna giggled.

“That sounds like fun,” she said, taking Ginny’s arm and spinning her around until she was facing her. “How about we continue that show from before?”

Ginny grinned and kissed her again, her eyes darting to Harry, who stood there, watching eagerly. The two of them undressed each other frantically, making out the whole time save for when they physically needed to part, and by the time they were both down to the underwear, Harry couldn’t resist anymore and joined in, wrapping an arm around each of them.

“Fucking hell, you’re beautiful,” he breathed, his eyes darting between them, and Ginny shivered.

“You mean that?” she asked. “My breasts are rather smaller than hers.”

That was true, and she hadn’t even bothered wearing a bra that day, so her perky little mounds were on full display for his feasting eyes.

“You are beautiful, both of you,” Harry replied. “I had no idea how much you trained.”

Her stomach was flat and toned, and her arms and legs all looked quite strong. Harry let his eyes roam over her form, eagerly taking in every detail, and he didn’t even notice when Luna finished undressing, tossing her bra and panties aside, until she stepped behind Ginny.

“Gwenog Jones published her workout routine in a quidditch magazine I got ahold of years ago, and I worked my way up to it,” Ginny replied. “I’ll probably never have arms like hers, but it’s done. wonders for my legs and core.”

“And her bum,” Luna chimed in. “Turn around and give him a look, Ginny.”

“Fuck,” Harry groaned as she did so. He hadn’t noticed how wide her hips were before, focusing on her muscular core, gorgeous legs, and pale, perky breasts, but as she turned around and he saw just how round and full her arse was, he couldn’t not see it.

“I thought Gwenog’s arse was just because of her natural build, but it turns out you can exercise your way into looking like this too,” Ginny murmured, gasping as she felt Harry’s large hands slip under her panties to cup her round cheeks.

“Holy shit, Hogwarts robes are a crime against nature,” he muttered, and she laughed out loud.

“Like my bum, do you, Harry?” she asked, basking in his obvious attraction to her.

“That’s putting it mildly,” Harry replied, hooking his thumbs under the waistband of her panties and looking up at her. When she nodded, he tugged them down and felt his cock throb as he took in the sight of her perfect arse completely bare. They slid down her long legs, and she moaned when he spread her cheeks.

“I love your cute little bush, Ginny,” Luna grinned, and the redhead froze, remembering that she hadn’t shaved. She hadn’t thought that things would get this far so soon, despite what Luna had said, and so she hadn’t so much as trimmed her ginger curls.

“It is cute,” Harry murmured, reaching under her and feeling her pubic hair.

Ginny cried out as his fingers nearly touched her clit and clenched her thighs together around his hand.

“You...you really think so?” she asked.

“Luna keeps herself bare, but I like the red curls on you,” Harry replied, leaning in close and inhaling the scent of her arousal. “Fuck me, you smell good.”

“Oh, fuck,” Ginny breathed, feeling like she was on fire; her core was so hot.

“Lie down on the bed,” Luna smiled, taking her hand. “You have to let Harry eat you out; he’s so good.”

“If...if you want to,” Ginny shivered, looking back at him.

“Oh, I want to,” Harry replied, and she practically dove on the bed before rolling onto her back and spreading her legs wide.

Harry took one of them in his hands and pressed his lips against her ankle, making her squirm. Ginny watched, wide-eyed and in awe, as he began kissing his way down along her leg, his head inching closer and closer to her dripping pussy. Luna joined in after a moment and started kissing the other leg, moving more quickly so she could catch up with Harry, and soon enough, Ginny was squirming and moaning on the bed as two hot mouths trailed over her sensitive thighs.

“Your thighs are muscular,” Luna murmured. “Could you show me how to get legs like this?”

“Okay!” Ginny cried as Harry parted her red curls with his fingers and took a look at her soaking wet folds.

Her labia were fuller and fleshier than Luna’s, and Harry wondered if that would make her more or less sensitive as he lowered his head towards her.

“Shit,” Ginny gasped when she felt him give her cunt a long, slow lick from her weeping hole to just shy of her clit.

“You’re in for such a treat,” Luna smiled as she sat down next to her and brushed her hair out of her face. “His tongue is as amazing as his cock.”

“Thank you, Luna,” Ginny sighed, delighting in the pleasure Harry was giving her.

“We were close once, Ginny,” Luna replied, leaning in. “I’d like us to be even closer going forward.”

She kissed her then and palmed one of her small breasts, making her moan. Returning the kiss, Ginny reached up and cupped Luna’s larger breasts, wanting to give back some of what she was feeling, though when Harry swirled his tongue around her throbbing clit, she pulled back and cried out.

“So responsive,” Harry grinned, brushing her folds with two of his fingers. “How worried should I be about hurting you?”

“I don’t have my cherry, if that’s what you mean,” Ginny replied. “I slipped in mud as a girl and landed in the splits. That was less than fun.”

“Ouch,” Harry grimaced as he returned to pussy.

He backed away from her clit for the moment, exploring her fleshy folds with his tongue, and pushed a finger inside her incredibly tight pussy. She moaned at that, and he grinned, keeping his eyes locked on hers as Luna moved down and wrapped her lips around one of her tiny, rock-hard pink nipples.

“Oh, fuck, don’t stop!” Ginny moaned, grabbing both of their heads, and Harry chuckled, adding a second finger.

“Stopping is the last thing I have in mind,” he replied. “In fact, I think I should show you one of the reasons why Luna’s so obsessed with me.”

“What are you AHHH!” Ginny squealed as he spoke Parseltongue against her taut little pearl, and her world went white.

Pleasure beyond anything she’d ever known in her life thundered through her entire body, starting in her spasming core and radiating outward. She writhed and thrashed on the bed, being held down by what she took a moment to realize was Harry’s hands on her hips, as it seemed to go on and on in waves. Through the mind-melting ecstasy and utter euphoria, she realized that it wasn’t one orgasm but a chain of them, hitting one after the next, and only as she started to come down from the last one did she recognize the odd hissing sound she’d heard throughout it.

“That...was...parsel...tongue,” Ginny panted, blinking until her unshed tears escaped from her eyes and she could see clearly again.

“It was,” Luna smiled. “Wasn’t that wonderful?”

“Holy...shit,” Ginny gasped, struggling to roll onto her belly.

“Ginny?” Harry asked, leaning down and kissing her sweat-soaked back.

“Always thought...I’d want my first time...to be on my back,” Ginny panted. After taking a moment to finally catch her breath, she ran a hand over her face, brushing her hair back away from it, and looked over her shoulder. “After that, though, I think you deserve a reward, and while I’m not going to try to take that monstrous cock in my ass today, you seemed to like it enough that I figured, why not let you take me like this? I’d push myself up onto my knees, but I can’t really feel my legs right now.”

“Well, if that’s what you want,” Harry grinned, spreading her legs wide and moving between them.

“Harry’s good for more rounds than I can generally stay awake for, so you’ll get to have him on your back too today,” Luna grinned, “and up against a wall, and bent over my desk, and riding him like a horse, and…”

Ginny reached between Luna’s legs, quieting her as she brushed her fingers against her pussy, and she cocked an eyebrow at the blonde. “So in your harem fantasies, do we just all wait around for our turn on Harry’s broomstick, or do we enjoy each other too?”

“Oh, we do all the regular girlfriend things,” Luna beamed. “We braid each other’s hair, paint each other’s nails, and bury our faces between each other’s legs until the other is a screaming, mind-numb mess.”

“Sit in front of me,” Ginny instructed. “I am curious what this is like.”

“I find it fun,” Harry chimed in as he brushed the head of his cock against her slick folds.

“Holy shit, you feel huge,” Ginny whimpered.

“Don’t worry, Ginny, he’ll fit,” Luna smiled as she settled in right in front of her and spread her legs, “even if he does have to rearrange your insides to do it.”

Ginny felt her pussy clench at that and, having gotten some of the feeling in her legs back, pushed herself up a little, arching her back so that her arse was in the air while her face remained perfectly in line with Luna’s dripping quim.

“You really do have an amazing arse,” Harry groaned, spreading the firm cheeks with his hands and gazing down at her puckered little arsehole.

Ginny had said that he wouldn’t be fucking her there today, but if this became a regular thing, something that he knew his girlfriend was already hoping for, he hoped that he would someday. Shaking his head, he lined himself up with her tight little pussy and pushed forward just as she leaned in towards Luna.

“Fuck!” she gasped immediately, digging her fingers into the sheets below as she felt his thick head pop inside her. “Holy shit, you’re so big!”

“Doesn’t he feel amazing?” Luna asked, cupping her cheek and smiling as she gazed into her eyes.

“Fuck me, you’re tight as a clenched fist,” Harry groaned, finding her to be somehow even tighter than Luna.

“That just means you’re going to have to stretch her more, baby,” Luna cooed.

“Stretching me plenty already,” Ginny muttered, recognizing the faint burning feeling she was getting for that.

It wasn’t entirely unlike when she stretched after a workout, and she could already feel the pleasure of having him inside her alongside the mild pain. Once that was gone, and she was sure it would pass eventually, given how much Luna apparently loved fucking him, he was going to feel amazing. Deciding to focus on something else to distract herself, she leaned forward and started planting hot kisses around Luna’s mound, making her shiver and squirm.

“You’re so wet,” Ginny said, groaning as she felt Harry push another inch of his cock inside her. “Did...did watching us together really do that to you?”

“Just being around Harry makes me wet these days, but yes, watching him make you cum on his magical tongue over and over again while you screamed and thrashed about was intoxicating,” Luna replied.

Ginny shivered and moved closer to the blonde’s pink folds, inhaling her musky scent before giving her a tentative lick. Luna gasped and grabbed the sheets on either side of her, wanting to sink her fingers into Ginny’s red locks but not wanting to do anything that might bother her just yet. The redhead quickly decided that she didn’t mind the taste of pussy in the slightest and started to explore Luna’s slick nether lips more boldly. Harry watched the two of them hungrily, enjoying something he’d never imagined he’d get to actually experience, all while he slowly worked more and more of his shaft inside of Ginny. By the time his hips came to rest against her taut, firm arse, she was already licking Luna without any hesitation.

“Mmm, don’t stop,” Luna moaned. “Just like that.”

“You took all of it,” Harry whispered, leaning in close so he could start kissing and nuzzling Ginny’s neck, “and you doubted yourself.”

“I didn’t think I’d stretch that much,” Ginny admitted. “Merlin, it feels like you shoved a beater’s bat in my pussy.”

“And you said you weren’t strong enough to be a beater,” Harry quipped, and she laughed.

“Fuck me, Harry,” Ginny breathed. “I’ve adjusted enough, I think.”

He had felt her relax a lot since he first entered her, and he figured that she was probably ready for him, but he still kept things slow as he started out, pulling most of his length from her vice-tight pussy and thrusting back in gently. Ginny grunted at the feeling of him brushing against her inner walls like that. He was so thick and spread her so wide that she couldn’t help but feel everything intensely. Harry had made her cum harder than she ever had in her life repeatedly not long ago, and yet as she picked up his pace and started fucking her with long, hard strokes, she felt herself soaring towards another peak so quickly it shocked her. Wanting to get Luna off first, she started brushing her tongue against her little clit and then remembered what Harry had done to her and started swirling it around the taut nub.

“Right there!” Luna cried, her thighs clenching around her head as she snaked her fingers through her hair. “Mmm, that’s so good.”

“Finger her too,” Harry instructed. “If you curl them upward, you’ll find a rough little patch that’s really sensitive.”

Ginny moaned and did as he said, pushing two of her thin fingers inside her and curling them as she searched for what he’d described.

“Ahh, there!” Luna screamed when she found it. “Fuck, yes!”

Not needing clearer instruction than that, Ginny stroked that spot hard and continued teasing her clit with her tongue, even as Harry began fucking her so hard that she began to see lights go off behind her eyes every time he drove deep. A string of moans and screams escaped her lips, and she started rocking back against him in time with his thrusts, making everything even more intense, but she kept focusing on Luna, desperate to thank the blonde properly for this.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes!” Luna shrieked, writhing under her as her orgasm fast approached.

The sounds of her screaming, Ginny’s muffled screams, and the wet, squelching sound of Harry’s cock spearing into her over and over again filled the air, echoing out into the fake scene around them, generated by the Room. None of them gave that or much else any thought, focused as they were on each other, and it was only when Luna’s shrieks gave way to a long, orgasmic squeal that Ginny was broken out of the pleasured trance she had gone into.

“YES!” the blonde screamed at the top of her lungs, convulsing in pleasure as it wracked her entire body in waves.

“Harder!” Ginny cried. “I’m so close!

“I can feel that,” Harry grunted, picking up his pace further as he started to truly pound her hard.

His hips slapped against her perfect ass again and again, making the full, round cheeks jiggle and ripple hypnotically, and when Harry reached under her and started stroking her clit, the pressure inside her core became too much and gave way.

“HARRY!” Ginny shrieked as she came, clawing at the sheets below her as the pleasure consumed her.

Harry grinned, seeing the look of pure adoration Luna gave him as she came down from her high. He fucked Ginny through her orgasm and only pulled out when she went completely limp under him, panting for breath and giggling.

“Holy shit,” she laughed, completely giddy.

“It was as fun as I said, no?” Luna asked, and she just nodded, too tired in that moment to do much else. Luna laughed and said, “I was asking Harry.”

“I never said I didn’t think it would be fun,” Harry replied. “I just didn’t think it would be practical.”

“Practicality is overrated,” Luna smiled. “Ginny, if I offered to bring you in to share our bed more often, would you agree?”

“Fuck yes,” Ginny panted, rolling onto her back and shivering as she saw how hard Harry still was. “You...didn’t cum.”

“Don’t worry about that,” Luna smiled. “I’ll be more than happy to finish him off, and I’ll even share the load, whether it ends up in my pussy or my mouth.”

“You’re so generous,” Harry chuckled. “Your mouth, though? I figured after that, you’d be desperate to feel me inside you.”

“Oh, I’m always desperate for that,” Luna grinned, “but I’ve long wondered what pussy-glazed cock tastes like, and you have one for me right here.”

“Holy shit,” Harry groaned as Luna wrapped her lips around him and started bobbing her head up and down on his shaft, sucking Ginny’s juices off of him.

For all his reservations about bringing other girls into their relationship at the start, as he felt Luna suck his cock while watching Ginny cup her breasts and grin lasciviously at him, he had to wonder if maybe it wasn’t a much better idea than he feared.