Mad Snorkacks and Englishmen

A/N: You think I was cruel with that cliffie, wait til you get to the end of this chapter. *sigh* First, a word on the music in the last chapter. I like to use it to set up the time frame, but mostly I just loved the idea that Luna would SOOO totally get Bjork. You know she would! The piece they were listening to before the 69 lovin\' went to crap was "Possibly Maybe" from Telegram, a favorite of mine.



Secondly, this events that transpire in this chapter are really what started me on this story. Just a lot of how I saw Luna and her father. It\'s kind of brutal, so be prepared. I don\'t want to upset anyone, but the tags were there for a reason. This came out very long, but I just couldn\'t break it up anymore, I had to get it out. Things will get a bit better in the next one, though. Everybody needs a breakthrough.









Chapter 10: Blue Medley Pt.2-I’ll Drown In My Own Tears











Harry was livid. He was outraged. He was also completely mortified, but he fixated on his anger and let it flush through him, disregarding the fact that he was starkers and his cousin and friends had just witnessed him in a terribly compromising position with a witch who was not supposed to be here. He watched Dudley continue to gape at him while his gang of fools made rude and obnoxious remarks.





“I said, get the FUCK out of here, Dudley! I fucking mean it!” They didn’t seem to be budging.





“Oi! I thought you’s said your freaky cousin was a poofter, D?” Polkiss piped up, looking actually confused by the scene.





“Cor! Look at the nice pair on this bit of fluff, yeah.”





“Forget the tits, that arse is fuckin’ heaven, mate,” came from one raggedy looking spectator, his greasy hair like a curtain flanking his spotty face. He spoke directly to Luna now, who was clutching Harry in a death grip as she trembled at his back. “How’re you doin’, luv? Nice bit o’ skills there. You up to sharin’?”







Harry was ready to start busting some heads.







“Shut your fucking mouth, you cunt. And stop looking at her. You come anywhere near her, you’re dead,” he said in as threatening a voice as he possessed. The rage was flowing through him freely now and he was a step away from breaking out his wand and throwing out some nasty curses. The air in the room was starting to get oppressive.





Something he said seemed to finally snap Dudley out of his daze, and he blinked with a shake of his head before trying to appease the boy.





“Yeah, yeah, alright, we’ll have none of that. No one’s trying anything, Harry, chill.” He put his hands up in a show of surrender. “We figured you were in here wanking again and thought we’d have a bit of fun, is all, just taking the piss. Didn’t even expect your door would be unlocked. What were you thinking?”





Harry closed his eyes briefly and grit his teeth. He couldn’t believe he’d done something so careless, so eager had he been to get back into Luna’s open thighs. He felt shameful that he’d put her in such a position and took full responsibility for it now. He tried to wrap a hand around to her back to assure her and calm her down. Her face was now buried into his neck and he could feel her lashes tickling his skin.







“Well, yeah, I screwed up, alright, but can’t you lot pretend you’re decent human beings for once instead of acting like total gits?” He didn’t really think that appealing to their sense of decency would prove effective, but at this point, he just wanted them out of his room. “And you’re hardly one to knock someone for wanking too much, Dudders. Doesn’t really make me feel any better, either way, having you bust in here.” The other boys were dwarfed by Dudley’s massive frame, both in bulk and height, and looked to him to take a cue from his reaction. The sniggering had dropped off, even though Spotty Dick couldn’t seem to keep his roving eyes from attempting to get another glimpse of the girl’s skin.





Then a light switch apparently went off in Dudley’s brain, because he suddenly pointed at the two teens with something approaching awe.







“Wait a minute, have you had her in here all week?” he asked, aghast at the possibility. “I heard your bed creakin’ last night, you berk. You had her right here, didn’t you, with me mum and dad down the hall?” The big boy’s comprehension was in overdrive; his mouth went slack as it hung open while a dawning of events crystallized in his imagination. Harry thought he could detect a note of respect building in the boy’s bewildered expression. A few of his mates were now making impressed noises, a few whistles and claps as they praised Harry’s nerve.







“Blimey, Harry, you’ve got a massive pair of bollocks, haven’t you? I can’t believe you snuck her into the house. Mum’ll shit herself if she finds out.” Dudley was now letting a smile creep across his face as he shook his head in amazement, a bit more amused by the situation.







“Look, no one needs to find anything out,” Harry chimed in a bit desperately. He didn’t know what he had to barter with to keep his cousin quiet and the situation was rapidly falling to shit. “Just do me a favor, let me get dressed and talk to you about it somewhere else, okay? Please, I need you to leave right now, I’ll explain it all, just give us our privacy.” He tried to focus all of his attention on Dudley, knowing that his mates would follow whatever he did. Dudley watched the boy earnestly for a few seconds before making his mind up.







“Yeah, alright. Come see me in my room, we’re playing on the Nintendo.” The spoiled teen now addressed his friends. “Come on, that’s enough mucking about, gents. Let’s give the man and his pretty guest their space,” he said with a magnanimous air. He directed his grumbling crew to the door and gave Harry a last disbelieving shake of his head as he closed it behind him. Harry let out a great gust of shaky breath. He was still seething but tried to minimize his angst by tending to Luna.





“You alright, there, Lu?” He attempted to peel away the fingers that were leaving dark imprints into his flesh so he could turn around to see her. The girl was still quiet as she shook; she seemed to fold into herself as Harry watched.







“Hey, I’m just going to be gone a minute, okay. I need to make Dudley promise to not rat us out. Not quite sure how I’m going to do that exactly, but we’ll see what happens.” Luna was still not responding to him, but he grabbed his cloak and wrapped it around her, her head floating alone above a sea of blankness as the rest of his room patterned itself into her invisible mass. She seemed to respond to its concealment well. Harry kissed her cheek then bent down to retrieve his clothes and hurriedly slip them on. He left his feet bare and moved to exit the room.





“I’ll only be a moment, right? Just wait here, please. I’ll sort this all out, okay?” he stressed one more time as he turned to her, starting to feel a little panicked. She looked miserable, but there was no help for it now. He’d have to soothe her after he dealt with his cousin. The boy stomped down the hallway to Dudley’s room, the door already open and the boys lounging over every available surface as they stared blankly at Dudley’s television, pressing at buttons on the small control pads in their hands furiously. Everyone looked up at him as he entered.





“Alright, let’s get this over with quick. What do you want and what am I going to have to do to get you to keep this quiet from your parents?” Harry didn’t even bother trying to grovel, it just wasn’t in his nature, and he approached the bullies with a certain amount of pragmatism, understanding that he had limited options with this hand. He’d do whatever it took, but he wasn’t about to appear defeated.







Dudley continued to appear heartily amused by the surprising audacity of his little cousin’s actions, and he grinned at Harry with mock offense.





“Oh, Harry, you wound me. Now why would you think that I’d expect your services as a show of gratitude to keep my silence? Really, I’m not that kind of bloke, am I, gentleman?” He cast about his gaze to gather support from his coterie of cretins and they offered their lackluster approvals. The spotty bastard spoke up again; Gordon, that was his name, Harry suddenly recalled in his vague awareness of Dudder’s addresses.







“You just might want to rethink the offer, Big D, looks like your cousin has a nice bit of minge to parley with. Why don’t you see what we can get out of it, first,” he smirked in a lascivious manner. Then he promptly shut up and wiped the smile off his face when Harry turned his stony glare to the boy, his eyes practically black with a murderous rage. Gordon fidgeted nervously. “It’s just a joke, mate, no need to get your knickers in a twist.”





Dudley gave his friend a disapproving huff. “That’s not on, Gord. Do us a favor and let me handle this. You’re not exactly known for your bright ideas, are you?” He directed his gaze back to Harry and looked somewhat apologetic.





“I’ll keep out of it and not say anything to the parental units if you come clean about a few things. Sound fair?”





Harry was having a hard time accepting that his bully of a cousin could be this civil about it, and he narrowed his eyes at him with distrust.







“What do you mean, come clean about what?” He didn’t like the sound of that one bit and wasn’t going to stand for any more disrespect towards Luna. Dudley merely shrugged his shoulders as he contemplated the details of Harry’s secret tryst.







“Well, just how long have you had her locked in your room, for one thing? I mean, you’ve been up there almost exclusively since you’ve been back from school. What’s been going on?” he asked with some hesitation, fully cognizant of the delicacy to his questioning. He wasn’t about to give away Harry’s BIG secret in front of his mates.





“It’s hasn’t been that long, just a few days. She’ll probably be leaving tomorrow and then that’s it until I leave,” he promised with some chagrin.





“She your girlfriend, then?” Dudley still seemed surprised by that possibility.







Harry sighed mightily, wondering when he was going to be free from these questions. “She’s a friend from school, alright? You don’t need to know anymore than that.”







“Since when did reform schools for nasty boys, such as yourself, Potter, go co-ed?” Piers asked suspiciously. “Especially with totty like that available,” he added with a raise of his eyebrow. Harry stumbled around an excuse.







“Uh, she’s not in the school, exactly. She goes somewhere close by. It’s none of your fucking business where, really,” he finished in a rush. The boy could feel himself getting charged up again at their prying.







“Fuck sake, no need to throw another benny. We’re just curious. She was sure into your knob big-style for nothing more than a friend,” Dudley said suggestively. He gave another lopsided smirk. “Aaaaand you appeared to have quite a bit of interest in her…or at least her bits,” his voice openly teasing now, “didn’t know you had it in you, to be honest. Actually, it was quite brilliant.” The boys were all laughing in low rumbles at that, and Harry’s face tried to remain composed as it slowly tinged pink.







“Whatever, Dudley, can we just leave it off now? She’s a nice girl and she feels right shitty after your stunt, so if we’re finished here I’d like to make sure she’s all right.” And he started to turn in the hopes that this would be the end of it and the two teens’ would be spared more humiliation of their indiscretion.





“So, she’s not your slave, then?”





Harry froze in his tracks and took a few seconds before he could look at his cousin again.





“What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked in a steadfast voice.





Dudley narrowed his eyes at the boy as if to gauge how far he could push him. “I mean, I know what you look at when you’re on my computer.” Harry felt all the blood rush out of his face and stared unblinking at the bigger boy not moving a muscle. His breathing came to a halt as he waited to hear the rest of it. Dudley’s mates were now looking around at each other and back at their leader curiously, as if they’d missed something in the conversation.





“You didn’t think you were that slick, did you? History button, Harry, need to clear your tracks once in a while. I’ve seen your favorite webpages on the internet,” and Harry suddenly envisioned the site he had summoned up, full of sex toys and paraphernalia catering to a particular bent; the rows of restraints and instruments of punishment that he had spent a fair amount of time scrutinizing. He thought about the several hours he’d spent scrolling down the page of one detailing a Japanese bondage art called Shibari and how intense his masturbating had been afterward. The young wizard tried to swallow around the gaping hollowness in his throat while his brain furiously tried to come up with a valid explanation.





“What’s he lookin’ at, D? Is it something gross?” his friend Malcolm asked. The blonde boy looked over at Harry with a knowing wink. “Yeah, is he some kind of scat freak, Duds?” another asked gleefully.





Harry disregarded the boys and focused on his cousin, finding his voice at last.





“Look, whatever you think you know about me you don’t, understand? You don’t know a thing. Luna’s a good girl,” he reiterated. “Leave her alone and don’t think of her like that.” He kept up the staring contest with Dudley until finally his cousin relented and looked away. Meanwhile, the rest of the boys suddenly broke into a chorus of Luna’s as they savored over the reveal. They sang out a plea through the walls as if trying to coax the blonde girl into a visit. Harry was starting to feel wild again and just wanted to get back to her.





“Yeah, alright. Get back to your business. Far be it from me to mess with another man’s pull.”





He looked back at Harry with a fairly large portion of respect this time and appeared to be pondering his next words carefully. “We’re heading out into London later tonight. Malcolm’s got a brother who works as a bouncer at one of the clubs down there and he always lets us in free. You and your Luna friend are welcome to come, if you want. Should be a laugh; we always have a good time watching Piers get totally kettled. The man can’t hold his liquor; it’s a sad state, really.” Now he affectionately messed up his mate’s hair as the other boy protested loudly, his mates razzing him for his lack of staying power. Harry felt like he’d just stepped into another scene where some other Dudley person existed bearing only a physical resemblance to his cousin.







“Are you barking?” he couldn’t help but be flabbergasted by the invitation. “Is this another set-up? You waiting to have another go at me, or what? Because I’m not playing, Dudley. Why on earth would I want to hang out with you sods after all the shit you’ve put me through over the years?” he asked in all seriousness. It seemed completely mad that his cousin was even making the offer, as if he’d forgotten his precedent of contemptible abuse.







Dudley met his gaze coolly with what could have been perceived as a glimmer of humility shining in his eyes. “I owe you, okay? Your secret’s safe with me, just thought I’d be friendly for a change,” he shrugged off casually as if he hadn’t just done something huge for their relationship.





Harry felt completely winded by the turnaround. He stood there for a few more moments trying to register what had just transpired and how he was supposed to react. What if Dudley was being sincere? Should he give him the chance? It seemed…inconceivable, but perhaps it was time to see his cousin differently.





The Order was insisting that it would be best to have the Dursleys removed from their home once Harry left, in order to keep them safe from Voldemort’s Death Eaters in search of information. The family could be in quite a lot of danger, they reasoned, hiding them out for a time as they tried to fight the dark lord’s advances was the only way to protect them. Vernon was still not sold on the idea, but Dudley had seemed keen on the plan. Nor had he behaved particularly resentful towards Harry upon hearing the news from Shacklebolt. The raven-haired boy thought about how much he personally had changed in such a short time, maybe it was time to give Dudley his due.





Still, he was wary of the crew, and he wasn’t about to have them getting to know Luna just yet. He still wanted to get to know Luna and the boy was eager to keep her all to himself. Plus, he was none too happy with Dudley’s comments in regards to the porn. He thought about growing up with the family’s constant taunts about his differences and he didn’t need his cousin thinking Harry’s sexual proclivities were somehow definitive proof of his freakishness. But he could extend some courtesy, he decided.





“Yeah, alright,” he murmured tonelessly, still in a bit of shock. His eyebrows crinkled as he thought more on his answer. “Er, I don’t think Luna would be up to it, actually. She’s got to be pretty embarrassed by…what you saw, so I’d rather give her some time alone, if that’s alright. Maybe another time, though, okay?” he tried to concede.





“Suit yourself, whenever. Cheers, then,” the boy smirked again, “don’t get too loud in there, we wouldn’t want to be distracted from our game now, would we?” he directed to his fellow doss mates. Some of them disagreed. “Oi! I want to hear a show!” crowed Gordon. Harry just rolled his eyes and tried to look blasé.





“Bunch of pervs,” he muttered, but turned and headed for the exit. Just as he was about to slide into the hallway, he looked back at Dudley once more, intent on believing that his cousin would keep his promise. Dudley’s focus was already returned to the game. Harry left.







Once he got back to his room, he had a brief moment of panic when he didn’t see Luna anywhere in sight. He got up close to inspect his bed and his trained eyes were able to make out the faint shimmer over the mattress. The boy pulled the cloak away only to find the frightened girl had curled up into a ball and was still shaking. Somewhat alarmed by her reaction, he tried to soothe her with soft endearments as he looked for a way to open up her body.





“Luna…Luna, luv, it’s alright. I’m here, you’re safe with me. Let me see you…please, luv.” He stroked the girl’s hair and gently pulled on her legs, trying to stretch them straight, moving to her arms curled over her head. Her limbs started to give a little. “That’s right, that’s my girl,” he encouraged. He let one hand stray down from her hair along her back to curve around her bum and trail under her thighs, that skin so luminescent under his warm-toned fingers, like…





“You’re my special moonbeam, come on, let me see you,” he whispered.





Then Luna suddenly surged her whole self forward and tumbled into Harry’s lap, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist again as her head held fast against his sternum. The boy was at a loss and his features scrunched up in his concern. He had been shocked by their sudden exposure and ensuing vulnerability by Dudley’s gang, too, but this behavior seemed extreme to Harry. He didn’t know how to reach her and something in the back of his mind was slowly starting to insist that there was more at work here than disgrace.





“Luna, please, what is it? Let me help you. I promise they’re gone.” His hands were all over her now, stroking her tenderly as he made desperate pleas to get her to speak, to just look at him, even. “Say something, won’t you? Please, Lu.”







The girl finally responded and tilted her head back to look at him, like she was seeing him for the very first time. Harry could feel his own self shake a little under her encompassing gaze. Then she was reaching for him like some sort of wild child, her hands grabbing and pulling at his neck as she crashed her lips into his, her legs wrapping round him tightly as she rutted against him, her fingers sliding across his scalp and tightening around his locks in a vicious hold.





Harry felt like he’d been swept up in a monsoon as Luna batted against him, and he instinctively pushed her back against the bed and pressed her impassioned spirit flat, molding her against the thin mattress in an attempt to control the spasms of her extremities. He pried her arms from around his neck and held them down while he kissed her, then pulled away so he could see her face. Her eyes were closed now and her face shone in that beatific light he’d seen before, in the wake of her climaxes.





Then the moony witch did something extraordinary.





Under his palms, she straightened out her arms and stretched, extending them upward so that her hands clasped at the end, and then waited. Harry held his breath as he watched her. There could be no mistake in what she was asking for. He let the moment hang in timeless space while the enormity of it hit him in waves, and then he was moving away from her and reaching underneath his bed, grabbing at the cluster of his school ties he’d left there last night. He got up to straddle himself over Luna’s waist as he brought her wrists to him and started to wrap.







He knotted two ties together and then circled them underneath her forearms, braiding his way upwards as the garish colors held her arms fast together. Then he roped them around her wrists several times tightly before pulling the ends up toward the knob at the left end of his headboard. He shifted Luna’s body so that it lay more diagonally and he could tether her to the bed while still keeping her comfortable.





Now that she was bound, her arms stretched side by side in a long, lovely vision of Gryffindor hues, her head and shoulders slightly off the bed, and the weight of her body pulling her taut; her breasts caught in the stretch with a plumpness that ached for his mouth, Harry let his breath leak out in a slow exhale, afraid to ruin one single solitary second of the entrancing picture before him.





The awestruck boy watched as his hand touched her neck, his fingers caressing her in one long swath as it descended down past her breasts, past her soft belly, up over her mons, and then resting in his sanctuary. His nerves were sending out firecrackers to the endings, and he felt the explosions snap under his skin, making him feel tight and wanting as his eyes stayed glued to this girl, watching her twined limbs as if expecting a sudden crowd to leap up in his room and shout “Surprise, the confetti raining down on him, a cake with candles at the ready. She was his gift, he knew, his special gift, wrapped in ribbons and waiting for him to open her, to plunge inside and squeeze her to him. He ripped at his clothes and cast them away not even comprehending the motion, only feeling real once his skin was touching hers and the hardened, solid drive of him split her, moved inside of her, seeking out her soul.







His mouth fell to hers again and he drank her up like wine, like honey, sucking on her breath like an opium drag. Luna responded ferociously, mad with her desire, and she moaned loudly as his tongue pierced her, fucked her mouth like his cock fucked her body hard and sure. He’d never seen her like this and it made him feel gigantic, like he and he alone could control this wild beast underneath him. He pulled back again for a moment and tried looking into her eyes, but she kept them closed, that dreamy smile never leaving as she mewled for him some more. Harry was acutely aware of the other occupants in the house and their close proximity; they’d be able to hear her.





“Shhhh, Luna, keep quiet, okay?” he insisted, but when Luna’s eyes suddenly flashed open, she only moaned louder, her eyes trying to convey her helplessness in the matter.





Harry slowed his thrusting and considered her; his hand reaching down the side of the bed and hunting for the scrap bit of material once he’d made his decision. He looked quickly over the bed to make sure he had her silky panties in his hand before bringing them up to her face. The boy gulped once before wadding the cloth into her mouth, riveted by the way she opened her lips further to gain him full entry. She leaned into his hand as he padded the last of it against her mouth and he heard her nose breathe more heavily as she dealt with the obstruction. Then the barely controlled teen was pumping her hard again and her moans were somehow freer against the muffled gag, as if Harry had given her liberty to give in to the sounds she was unable to temper on her own.





Harry felt more frantic now that she was completely under his will, and he fucked her with abandon while his hands grabbed at various parts of her, squeezing and pinching to make her scream more. He’d forgotten all about the boys by this time, and without thought, he moved to lean back on his knees once more, pulling her legs and her sex against him as he fucked her body on his throbbing, demanding cock, watching her bindings pull tighter with the rest of her as he stretched the lithe girl to her full capacity.





He didn’t want it to end, but he could feel that pressure singing in the small of his back, descending lower as he now pushed her legs back and he flattened himself on top of her again, going deep, deeper, deeper into her quivering core, feeling the pulse of her in his whole body, and still wanting more of her. Harry felt possessed, but completely in charge of the proceedings. He felt power coursing through him, and he loved it, all of it, the constant waves of euphoria hitting him like the roll on the surf of the beach, the water drawing back to leave shifting atoms altering in the sand.





Within minutes, Harry felt his seed get ready to burst forth into the long, ropy strands of white that would coat her insides, and he wanted to see it. Luna’s moans were unabated, but now they whirred up in a whine as she came closer to her own release. The boy held on until he could feel it, and see it, in the popping open of her glassy eyes, in the clutch of her walls around his prick, in the last wet scream against the sopping knickers in her gob, and then he pulled out of her and grabbed his swollen head and directed it, watching the semen fly just like he envisioned it, splattering across her alabaster belly and breasts like a consecration. Merlin, she was fucking covered in him, and the boy trembled at the sight.





As the two recovered, Harry immediately emptied the girl’s mouth to let her take in big gulps of air. She still had that dreamy smile and as her gaze fell upon him it deepened into a sweeping adoration. The boy hung himself over her as he rested on his palms, but then dipped his head and licked up a stripe of his sticky residue and held his tongue out to her in offering. She sucked it into her mouth; mmmmmm came the harmony from their joined lips. When he separated them, she moaned, more, and he did it again, dragging his cum this time from one of her divine globes and depositing it back in her mouth, like a mother bird feeding her chick. He kept up the transaction until she’d been licked clean, and as she sighed with contentment, he reached up to start untying his present.







He could see grids in her flesh as he freed her arms, her dainty wrists showing signs of blue, and he frowned, knowing he’d have to take care of her better, would have to learn how to keep her safe from his…overzealous nature. When he helped her sit up, he monitored her closely to see if any of her previous distress would return. But she seemed happy when she turned her full shining face upon him.





“Are you all right, now?” he wondered aloud. Luna nodded shyly as she stared at her feet, only looking up when she was ready to speak.





“I could use a bit of water, Harry.” The boy’s eyes opened wide at his neglect, once again forgetting her needs. He was going to have to get sharper, he noted, start paying better attention to the details and the devil be damned.





“Sorry,” he croaked, feeling boyish all of a sudden, “I’m so stupid. I forgot to lock the door and now I can’t even take proper care of you. Don’t move; I’ll be right back.” He jumped up and grabbed his jeans again, sliding them on quickly and not worrying about the rest. He grabbed one of the glasses off their old tray and headed out the door with it, running into the bathroom to fill it from the tap.







“Ruddy hell, mate, you trying to fuck her right through your bed over there?” and then loud snickers erupted from the open door of Dudley’s room.





Harry turned a baleful glance back at the cluster of goons and they appeared to be rolling around the floor now in their enjoyment at his expense. Fuck, fuck, fuck went the wizard’s brain. He tried to narrow his eyes in disdain, but he could now see through their ribbing and laughter that they were…jealous. Hell, yes, they were jealous. Harry felt a wicked smirk sneak up on his face and just rolled his eyes at them again.







“Aren’t you supposed to be leaving soon?” he reminded them coolly as he walked back to his room.







He had been so accustomed to hearing his fellow classmates talk about Luna as a “loony” oddity that he’d imperceptibly perceived her appearance that way, as well, he judged, and here were these Muggle boys looking at the girl like a prize to be won. These boys that had always made him feel like an outsider, a punching bag for their aggression, not worthy of consideration, and now they saw him in an enviable position. Harry felt smug for a moment, but then that strange sense of pride flowered in his chest again, proud of Luna for being desirable and lovely.





When he sat back down on the bed, after making very sure to bolt his door again as he closed it, Harry regarded Luna silently as she glugged down the clear liquid. She fascinated him utterly and completely, he admitted as his eyes continued to swipe over her. He still couldn’t fathom how much she had been into what they’d just done; her letting him restrain and gag her that way as if it were the normal state of things and she was happy to do it. Surely this would all blow up in his face at some point, right? Just how far could he push things?





“Luna, can I ask you a question?” the words spilled out of his mouth before he’d had time to formulate his query, but he needed to know.







“Of course, Harry, but you realize you just did. Would you like to ask me two questions, then?” Her lip curved up on one side slowly and Harry felt compelled to copy her.







“Alright, smarty pants. Here’s my second question,” and he fast dropped into a more sober manner. “Why did you want me to tie you up just now?” Luna fell into her usual thoughtful countenance, but the boy’s worry gushed out of him in a flurry of excuses.







“Because I hope you understand that I don’t want to seriously hurt you, Luna. I’m not getting off on humiliating you or harming you, that’s not what I want. But whatever it is I do want; I’ll only do it if you want it, too. I couldn’t bear it if I was making you do something you hated or upset you.





The girl gave him another warm smile. “I know.”





“So…you want it, then? Let’s make this absolutely clear. You like what I do to you? For real?,” and he raised his eyebrows as if he still unbelieving of his good fortune.





“Yes, Harry.”





“Why?”





The blonde witch thought about it some more. “It’s like….like I’m very small, I’m just this tiny little thing, like a hummingbird or a Pygmy Puff, and you scoop me up into both of your hands, letting me sit in the hollow of your palms and you bring me up close to your face and whisper to me,” and by now she was acting out the metaphor, “everything’s going to be alright, Luna,” she hushed into her cupped hands. Harry swallowed deeply as he stared at her mesmerized.







“You tie me up and I feel protected by you, like nothing could ever hurt me again. And by that, I don’t mean like a physical injury, because you’re right, I should stop being afraid of that. I don’t mind if you teach me, Harry. You’re a very good teacher. But,” and here she picked up her thread of thought, “I mean, no one can hurt me inside, anymore.” She cocked her head to the side and sighed deeply.







“Oh, Harry, I know it’s not very realistic, maybe we’re just in a fantasy, but reality has never been of much comfort to me.”





The young man felt visibly affected by her words, and his voice sounded rough as he spoke. “I can appreciate that. Reality has pretty much kicked me in the teeth since I was a baby. I should be used to it by now,” he frowned at that, “maybe I AM used to it, too much so, and I just want to get away from it for a while. I just want…control of my life,” he shrugged. “Is that why I like to control your body?”





The girl stared right into him and he saw her hunger there, hunger for him. “You own it, don’t you?”







Harry flushed at the reminder of his demonstration on the train. “Oh, well, um,” he stumbled, “I was a bit, um, crazy reckless. I don’t know why I said those things to you. I suppose I was trying to make a point. I wasn’t really, you know...” The boy couldn’t finish, as he realized he didn’t really understand what the hell he’d meant when he said that. He had been pretending, right? For Luna’s own good. Did she want him to keep up the charade? Was she still keeping their agreement to offer herself completely to him? She’d certainly kept up her end of the bargain since then, he noted wryly.







“You didn’t really want me?” she asked him softly.





Harry’s eyes grew huge in his face. “What? Of course I want you. I want you all the time, are you joking?” He looked at her as if she were suddenly mad. “Apparently, I can’t get enough of you.” Luna gave him that seductive smile again and he had to stamp down his wildness. He considered her for a moment before asking the real question he wanted answered.





“Do you want me to own you?”





Instead of speaking, the girl merely folded her hand around his and then dragged it between her legs, slipping his fingers to her petals and fitting her cunt into the crook of his palm. He leaned over to kiss her and just held her like that for a good while, loving the feel of her handed over to him in such a gesture.





When he leaned back from her, he smiled in a daze, a laugh breaking free as he tried to piece together how he’d come to this predicament and why hadn’t it happened sooner. He wanted more time with her. He looked at his clock at the thought. Vernon would be getting home from work shortly; he didn’t know when his aunt would be arriving. The boy wondered when they might get word from Luna’s father. He needed her another night.







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It was early evening by the time Luna and Harry were sitting on the floor chowing down on hot, greasy pepperoni pizza. It was quite a treat for the both of them. Harry rarely got it and Luna had never tried it, and he was still amused at how he’d gotten the slices smuggled up to his room.





Soon after Vernon had arrived home, Dudley had come knocking on his door. The rest of his friends had gone home for a bit to get changed for their night out, but Piers was still hanging about with his bezzy mate and both boys had been downstairs watching telly. After Harry had covered up Luna, he’d slipped up to the door and opened it a slight crack. Dudley was waiting to tell him his mum would be back much later and dad was springing for pizzas for dinner. As his cousin asked him for their preference of topping, Harry marveled further at the odd change of attitude. Who was this person? Dudley was being quite gracious at this point. Later on, once the delivery had made its way to Privet Drive, it was the large teen that had snuck up the slices for the couple. Harry was almost touched.







Luna had gotten dressed again and the two were goofing about as they enjoyed their meal. Harry would smear grease across her cheek and then lick it off, while Luna would hold a pepperoni slice up in the air over his nose and dangle it like bait for a seal. The boy would make the appropriate leap to snap it up. It was during these shenanigans that Hedwig flew up to the window waiting to be let inside. Harry offered the owl some pepperoni for his troubles and Luna tore open her letter, already expecting a reprieve for her departure. She wouldn’t read aloud what her father wrote, but told Harry he had her until tomorrow afternoon, when her father would need her by 3 o’clock. This was very, very good news for the randy boy, he could do a lot to her in that time.





But even as his puerile thoughts drifted over scenes of sexual deviance that he’d like to visit upon the girl, his mind felt troubled. He kept looping back to her quaking state after the boys caught them in flagrante delicto. There was something wrong there, he could feel it, but he was loath to bring it up. He thought about their conversation earlier, before the 69 they’d attempted, and how Luna had compartmentalized the acts with her molesters at school.





Her words came back to him from her explanation of the safeguarding Harry provided her, how there was a hint of tragedy intertwined with her revelations. None of it sat well with him, but he didn’t know if he could handle hearing her story, didn’t know if he could ruin their time together when the clock was ticking. Yet, he somehow felt he owed it to her, anyway.





“Luna, I need to talk to you about something,” he started hesitantly. The girl merely waited for him to begin. Harry thought of a way in.





“When you get back to Hogwarts, I’m not going to be there. I won’t be able to protect you. You remember what I told you before, about how I wouldn’t let anyone mess with what’s mine, and I mean it. I just want you to understand that you can’t let them win, that we have to find a way to make sure you’re safe from The Twits or those Ravenclaw pricks who think they can use you whenever they want.” He was forceful enough, he thought, that she listened to him, yet quietly maintaining that he cared for her and only had her welfare in mind. “I can’t have that happen again, Luna, I won’t stand for it. Just the thought of any of them touching you makes me bleeding insane.”





Then he pulled back a little. “Mind you, I’m already a little mad, as it is, so we really need to be careful about this stuff. You wouldn’t want to push me over the edge, would you?”





Luna looked at him curiously then smiled. She shook her head ‘no’ emphatically. Harry pointed at himself and whispered, as if warning her.





“Bit touched in the head, I am. You can ask anyone.”





“You’re as sane as I am, Harry Potter.”





“Oh, well then, we make a perfect pair, don’t we?” He suddenly realized what he was implying with that and looked at her guardedly. Luna’s eyes were shining.





“I’ll do whatever you want of me, Harry,” the girl confirmed. The boy had an idea bloom in his head just then.





“Perhaps I can show you some more defensive moves when we’re both back in Devon, before I leave,” he suggested. “I can sneak over to see you while we’re waiting for Bill and Fleur’s wedding to happen. You’re pretty close to the Burrow, aren’t you?”





“Yes, not far at all.” Luna’s smile grew broader.





“Good. So, it’s settled then.” That persistent feeling of dread still sat in his stomach like acid, however, and he proceeded with his questioning very carefully.





“Luna,” he gulped, “you recall when I asked you that first night we…we were together, I asked you if you, well, if you were a virgin.” He watched her start to grow uneasy, her eyes cast down and she fidgeted with her hands around her feet.





“Yes, I remember.”





“You said it wasn’t Malfoy or any of his band. I believe you, I do, but I just have to know…” the boy licked his lips, his mouth very dry as he spoke, “was your first time…was it a pleasant experience?”





The girl continued to play with her toes and kept her gaze affixed to the floor. After a while, she peered up at him through a flop of hair and moved her head slowly from side to side.





Now Harry was having a hard time drawing air into his lungs, but he fixed his stare to hers and forced himself to ask the next question.





“Was it consensual?”





Luna let her long silvery lashes fall forward, her movements coming to a finish as she held herself very still. Harry was aware of every little sound in the room as he waited for her answer.





“If I tell you, you might not like me anymore,” she said.





The bespectacled protector was shocked out of his stance for a moment at that. He adamantly refuted the notion.





“No way, Luna, that won’t ever happen. Nothing you could tell me would change how I feel about you.” Once again he was struck by how his words left an implicit suggestion of something deeper in their relationship, how he might have a stronger kinship with the girl than perhaps even he realized.





Luna sighed, her eyes back on her feet.





“Did you know that my father has only had The Quibbler for the last five years?” Harry looked at confused at that, but shook his head. Apparently, Luna was going to tell this story her way.





And then the girl began to talk.





“Before he started it, he used to work for the Ministry. He and mum, both. They were Unspeakables for the Department of Mysteries. That’s all they ever told me, I wasn’t allowed to know what they were working on. My dad had been there for many years before my mum showed up; he was regarded very highly and quite esteemed for his brilliance. He’s advanced a lot of new spellwork in his career.” The boy couldn’t help but feel surprise at this.





“They were several decades apart in age. Dad’s still in his prime, but he’s no spry Graphorn anymore. But he was well established when my mum got out of school. She came to the Ministry as his assistant. She said she fell in love with him at first sight. She thought he was the most extraordinary person she’d ever met. It took a while for Daddy to admit to himself how he felt about her, though. He told me he felt like a schoolboy when faced with her beauty. Daddy! Feeling like that? He’d already accomplished so much by then.” Luna still seemed tickled by the idea.





“My father took his NEWTs in sixth year and left Hogwarts early. He was the Golpalott Scholar for a year, and traveled to many different magical schools to study, even a full term at Durmstrang. He knows seven languages, including Mermish, German, and Goblin. Mum insisted it was she who would get so nervous around him, sure that he would throw her out of the Ministry every time she made a mistake. But he was kind to her and patient. Daddy doesn’t always have an easy time of it with people, but he was special with her. Mum said it’s because he’s a genius and his mind is different to everyone else, that we’re concerned with what we can see and touch, but he lives somewhere in another stratosphere of knowing, so infinite is his knowledge. They were perfect together.”





Harry was now firmly caught up in her spell.





“When I was born, Mum stayed home to take care of me, but she still helped Daddy with his theories and work. We had a laboratory that she would use while I painted and studied my lessons, developing charms and spells at home while Daddy was at headquarters. Sometimes, when they were close to breaking something, they would be firecall for hours and I’d go play in the forest with the fairies. It had been like that for weeks, when one day I came back from my walk and heard a loud boom from the Rook. I went in and called Mum’s name, but it was quiet, deathly quiet. I could see some hazy smoke drifting into the kitchen.”







The boy held his breath as he watched her deliver the news in an eerie monotone.





“When I found her, there were charred bits of wood around her and a hole in the wall. But she was lying still on the ground, and…and the spell, whatever she had done,” the girl’s voice started to waver, “it had…gutted her. There was blood all over the floor underneath her and I could see the cave in her side, the tinge of pink mass, the…the bone jutting out of what used to be my mother. I knew she wasn’t getting up, knew she was dead, but I…couldn’t…understand…why. I went back to the kitchen and finished my painting. Then I just sat there until it grew dark inside. When Daddy came home, I didn’t know what to say, so I just pointed.”





The girl paused as she remembered something and shivered. Harry put his hand on her knee to still her.





“The screams went on for hours. Daddy was very distraught. Very, very sad. The weeks after that were a blur. There were so many people traipsing through our home that I didn’t know and they all looked at me the same way. My nana was there, she was my Mum’s mother, but Nana was very sickly and couldn’t help us much. She had been under constant care at a special facility. She held on to me so tight when she cried at the funeral, but I couldn’t let the tears come. I couldn’t feel anything. Then finally it was just me and dad again. He was on leave from the Ministry, indefinitely. I didn’t know how to help him, I wasn’t like my mother. She could usually snap him out of his depressions whenever they happened, but now, now he would spend an entire day sitting in that lab staring at the hole in the wall and he wouldn’t hear me. I would look right into his face and it was as if he had gone somewhere else, somewhere that she was still alive. So, I would go back into the forest and talk to the creatures there. They were always comforting, my only friends, really. Something I could talk to.”





“But he was my dad and he was all I had left. I had to take care of him, for both of us. When the people from St. Mungo or the Ministry would show up to see his progress, I would lie and say he was doing better, that he was eating meals now. The nurse would come once a week to give him his potions and she would help me with the wash or to cook dinner. She was very nice to me, but I could tell she was worried about something.”





“He did get better, though. Sometimes, I could even get him to take walks with me. Other times he would wander around by himself and come home just as it was getting dark. I would try to keep up with Mummy’s lessons and I started to read the books in Dad’s library. One night he came in with this big light in his face, like he’d just seen the most amazing thing. He told me that he’d come across a most incredible creature, that it was truly a great find. Borne out of legend, but now he knew it was true. He wouldn’t tell me what it was, but only said that he had lots of research to do. And so he did. For weeks. He bought more books on every magical creature ever written about. That’s how he came across witness accounts of the Crumple-Horned Snorkack and he would whisper to me how it was out there, he knew it existed, and that it was up to us to prove it to the world. He started to write lots of papers and submit them to various magazines, but no one was interested in his field of study or what he had to say. That’s when he started to get that mad gleam in his eye. One day I came home to find him dragging in a printing machine.”





Luna looked at Harry fully now, a small spark of a faded happiness in her eyes.





“He was consumed by it. He had boarded up the lab and now spent all of his time in his study writing and researching, contacting noted naturalists and scientists on the Floo. It was good to see him so full of life again, so fired up in his new passion. But he was busy all the time now. I took care of him as best I could, but I was still lonely. It had been almost a year since her death, and I only had school to look forward to. That seemed like so far away, but I would daydream about all the children I would meet and make friends with, how we would always have so much to talk about. Maybe I could even have a party for my birthday and invite them over. Daddy had forgotten all about mine.”





She suddenly gained a crease in her forehead and she shook her head at Harry. “But that was just his way, you know. He would forget a lot of mundane things, I understood that, I didn’t mind.”





Harry hadn’t spoken in all this time, and he thought he might have been unable to at this point, he somehow knew they were arriving at something. He stroked her skin and bid her to continue with a nudge of his head.





“One day, I had been doing my regular walk in the forest, doing my own research now, on the animals I found. You know, mostly drawings, but charts on their habitats and such. I had found a fairy hill in the northern patch. It was a bit farther away, but it was a beautiful day out. I was almost there when I could hear talking coming from somewhere close by. I followed the voices until I found them. Two men, sitting at a campsite. It looked like they were arguing, about what I don’t know. They had bedrolls still out, so they must have camped there overnight. I was thrilled to have someone to chat with, so I went up to them, without even thinking. I wanted to tell them about the pixies I’d found just that morning. I caught them up in a tree close to their nest. They were the funniest sight.”





Luna’s voice caught at that, and she looked down in haste. Harry could feel the air being squeezed out of his lungs slowly and a feeling like his head was swelling up three times its size.





“The men appeared delighted to see me, and they let me ramble and go on with big grins on their faces. I guess they thought I was funny, too,” she said in a strange voice. “I asked them what they were doing out here and they told me they were hunting. I didn’t like that thought; too much, but I smiled at them anyway. People have to eat, I suppose. But they didn’t have any food left, they were saying, and they were getting a bit hungry. So, I told them I could bring them something back, if they please. And I did, I brought them the sandwiches I had made for mine and Daddy’s lunch, because I could always make more. I told Daddy that I was going back out, but I didn’t tell him about my new friends.”





“When I got back, they were very happy with my gifts, and gave me hugs and ran their hands through my hair. They offered to share their food with me, but I was fine, I said. They agreed and laughed in a strange way. I started to feel funny around them. But when I tried to say goodbye and head home, one of them grabbed me. He had a scar over his eye and long brown, wild hair. He said I wasn’t going anywhere until they said so.”





Harry was definitely having problems breathing now and it was disturbing him greatly that Luna still continued to sound as if she were merely reporting the weather. But there was a dull flatness to her voice that sounded nothing like her usual self.





“Then they started ripping me into little pieces. I could feel their hands tearing at my clothes, but I didn’t know what happened to my voice, like it had abandoned me in its fear. One of them pushed me to the ground and my head hit a big rock, I felt groggy and weakened, I couldn’t see very well. But they were all around me and I couldn’t get away, couldn’t keep their smells and their hands from invading me. They…they made me do things. I didn’t want to, but I didn’t know how to stop it.” She paused here and closed her eyes, keeping them shut tight as she began again.





“They hurt me very badly, Harry, very badly. I don’t know how long I’d been lying there but at some point Daddy found me and brought me back home. I didn’t know, though. I didn’t wake back up until I was in St. Mungo’s. I had already been there for a while, apparently. But I ended up staying for almost three months to recuperate. Even still, the healers said I had been damaged so severely they might never be able to repair my insides, I might never be a mother unless there were advances in the field of my…ailments.”





He felt sick to his stomach listening to her, but he couldn’t leave her, couldn’t look away from her.





“Daddy was back to his distraught self again, but he rarely left my bedside while I was in hospital. When we finally got back home, he worked very hard to make sure I was taken care of properly. He even hired a tutor to help me prepare for Hogwarts. Daddy would worry about me all the time, would worry when I was out of his sight for too long, or if I wanted to walk away from the house. But he was especially attentive to my studies about animals and creatures and he would talk to me for hours about what new beast or pest he had discovered in his reading. He told me that the sides he was printing up to hand out to the masses were now including information on the under dealings of the Ministry departments, news that he expected people would be shocked to find out. Just like the Heliopaths. He needed to make the paper bigger, have more format and content, and he was thinking on expanding it to a full sized publication. It made me happy to listen to him. But Daddy needed me to be alright, so he could move forward, I could see that. I told him I was fine, when he asked, every day. And I buried everything away and made it true. I was fine.”





She looked at Harry as if daring him to argue the point. But Harry never moved, never uttered a sound.





“And then finally it was time to go to Hogwarts. I was so excited. Daddy had a hard time letting me go at the station, but I assured him it would be good for him to be able to get on with his work without me as a distraction. I was so proud of him, but I worried about him, too. I didn’t want anything else to set him back, I couldn’t bear it. But I wondered about it. If he was really okay, was really getting better. But I had school to take my mind off it, and then there I was, sitting in Ravenclaw and trying to talk to all the children there. I would tell them about my studies and Daddy’s work, but they would look at me strangely, as if I had just landed from a faraway place and was speaking Gobbledegook. They made fun of the way I dressed, and my jewelry. I couldn’t understand what went wrong.”







The girl glanced up at him again as if he might know the reason. He wanted to hug her fiercely, but let her go on uninterrupted.





“When I got back for holiday, Daddy was happy to see me, but he seemed different. He would forget a lot of things. His mind didn’t seem as sharp anymore. I started to wonder if something had happened. He was taking a lot more potions by now, although I was, too. Then my father told me the Ministry had severed all ties to him; that he had to sign several magical documents on the matter of his Unspeakable position and not being allowed to discuss any of the work that had happened. They’d given him a sizable recompense. But he was agitated now. His moods were erratic. I wasn’t sure what to do for him.”





She broke off for a moment and then looked to be readying herself for the remainder of her story. Harry had her wrist in his grip now and was afraid to let go.



“Then I found his Pensieve in the library. He had gone out of the Floo for a bit, he said, to pick up some supplies. I knew I shouldn’t do it, Harry; that I didn’t want to see it, but I had to know. I found the memory, I could tell by the color. I poured it in the bowl and looked inside. I saw my father leaving the house, mad with worry, running around the woods calling for me in a panic,” and here is when it happened.





Luna started to fall apart. Her face turned to him with her eyes bright with tears and blazing out of her crumpled face.





“Then he found me, Harry. I was…lying there, broken,” her sobs were starting to wrack through her, “my limbs all twisted the wrong way like a doll that had been thrown on a heap. And my father, my beautiful father was….oh, Harry, he…was mad, he was so lost. He kept screaming my name, and I couldn’t answer him, I couldn’t help him, I could only lie still like my mother, and then he was ripping his hair out of his head, insane with his grief and shouting to the sky in a rage. Harry, I couldn’t bear it!” the girl gripped him tight, “I couldn’t watch it anymore, I had to leave, because I knew that I had done that to him. It was my fault, Harry, I crushed him; I broke him. I can’t ever let it happen again, Harry. I won’t do that to him!”





The girl let her shudders run through him as she cried with her torturous grief, clinging to Harry as he held on to her like a rock in stormy waters. He could feel his own tears flowing down her back as she buried herself in his chest, wrapping her legs around him and the two were molded together. She moaned his name over and over into his shirt, while Harry soothed her with shushes and rocked her in his arms.





They stayed like that for a while, letting the room grow dark as they sat there. When Harry finally thought he had her calmed down enough, he picked her up and carried her to his bed. He whispered that he would be back in a moment, that he would bring her back some water and a cloth for her face. The boy slipped out of the door as quietly as he could as he listened to his aunt, who was now home, and his uncle arguing over the telly about some nonsense. Everything sounded like nonsense to him now.





When he stepped into the bathroom and turned on the light, he looked at himself for a few moments, frozen as he gawked at the pale boy with blotchy eyes and cheeks, barely keeping it together, and then he suddenly threw himself at the toilet and landed on his knees, emptying out his stomach in one go. He let his own sobs rip through him, as he struggled to keep quiet, his body shuddering as Luna’s had done in her anguish. The boy hated the world in that moment, hated it with the heat of a thousand fiery suns. How anyone could want to damage such a beautiful spirit was incomprehensible to him. No, it was profane, is what it was. But he knew without question that he was her fiercest protector now. No one would ever touch a hair on her head again. She belonged to him now.







The boy crept back to his room; he bolted the door and shuffled to the bed in the blackness with only the light of the moon at the window to guide him to her. He sat beside her and helped her drink from the glass, he wiped her face clean, then he tucked them under the sheets with their clothes still on and pulled her back to him, holding her tight, his face in her neck.





“Don’t hate me, Harry,” the girl let out with her sigh.





“I could never hate you, Luna.”











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