Mad Snorkacks and Englishmen

A/N: CocoLovin, I felt so bad that I made you cry. If it's any consolation, I cried while I wrote it.

Sneakyfox, I was a little aware that I was making things vague enough that Mr. Lovegood might have been a suspect, but just know that I really love that old guy, which is part of the reason I wanted the chance to sort of rewrite or embellish what we knew of him from the books. Luna didn't end up in Ravenclaw for nothing and I wanted to show how he was not only her support system, but part of her good genes and what made her such a different character to begin with.

SoftO, thanks so much for your in depth reviews. I am so happy that you were able to see Luna's dad the way I pictured him in my head. I really wanted to convey his tragedy as well as Luna's and show why they were so protective of each other and also why Luna put up with the horrible treatment she got at school.





This chapter was a little bit lighter, but intense in a different way. I'm really glad you guys appreciated the change in Harry and Dudley's relationship. I really loved that part in DH. A word about the Britslang: I get a bit carried away with it when it's coming out of certain characters' mouths, and Dudley's gang was no exception. I know a fair bit as my mum is English and my brother lives there, but some of the more challenging aspects of it is making the speech sound like it's dialogue from a teenager in '97 who's from the suburbs but still trying to sound London street. If I go overboard, let me know and I'll include a glossary.











Chapter 11: Space Captain







Luna woke up when she could feel the sun hit her eyelids, warm and fuzzy like the coat of a purring Kneazle rubbing up against her face. She looked about her in a daze, blinking against the hazy light cast about the room in pockets of twinkling dust. The girl felt drained, like her body had run for a hundred miles, but there was a burning in her bosom making her anxious and twitchy. She felt watched now and she instantly turned to look behind her, catching Harry’s intense green stare as he propped his head up with his hand, his elbow resting on the pillow next to her.





“Good morning,” he croaked.





“Good morning, Harry,” the girl rejoined cautiously. She studied his face carefully, watching for his eyes to glimmer with heat, or his mouth to turn down in his disgust as he prepared to reject her. But the boy only smiled sadly at her.





“How are you feeling?” he asked, one eyebrow crooked up in anticipation.





“I’m tired,” was all she could think to say. Harry looked down for a moment before returning her gaze.





“I can imagine.” His timbre soothed her as he spoke. “You can go back to sleep, if you like. I’ll wake you back up a little bit later.”





The girl shook her head. “It’s not that kind of tired.”





Harry gave her that wistful tilt of his lips again. “I know.” He put his free hand under her breasts and drew spirals on her, letting them dwindle down to where her top hiked up and her skin peeked out above her shorts. “But it’s okay if you need more rest. You have that crazy ride back ahead of you. I’m sure you feel totally knackered even after a good night’s sleep.”







It was true that she had slept soundly, wrapped up in Harry’s arms like a chrysalis. Her dreams had been of his breath on her skin, his lips brushing over her, his soft caresses against the restraints on her arms, but they came in patches, like snapshots, like memories repeating on an endless loop. She wanted to create new pictures for her head, wanted to feel more of the powerful wizard explore her like a vast new territory to be marked and molded and rebuilt in his vision.





Luna had told Harry that he made her feel like no one could hurt her, and that was true to an extent, but the young witch knew she had been protecting herself her own way for quite a while. She had taken that disappointment over the years and layered it around her, like so much cotton wool, buffering her from having to feel much of anything.





When she was snubbed by schoolmates, it made no difference to her. When she was treated unfairly or maliciously, she had expected as much already. That wrapping merely absorbed her emotions and shifted them into the space allowing her to flitter through her days aimlessly, not needing the affirmations or approval of others to define her. She defended herself to the best of her ability, and any day she came out unscathed she counted lucky.





But then Harry had come along and changed all the rules for her. It was like he felt everything she couldn’t but multiplied times ten. He had torn her shield and tried to pull her out, ripping away at the batting in that frenzied way of his, making her feel so intensely and devastating her senses in the aftermath. She was fueled with an erotic charge every minute spent in his presence; her tolerance of his ferocity seemed to be increasing. The more he pushed her, the more she wanted to give him.





It was with constant astonishment that the girl found herself unlocking reserves of those buried feelings and bringing them up to the boy in offering. He knew how to handle them, though. He helped her unleash that whirling dervish inside her, but he knew how to control it just right, how to use those emotions against her until she was panting and filled through to her toes in ecstasy.





Then she had told him the worst of it and he had held her, had rocked her and taken care of her. How would he feel now in the light of day, however? What did he think of her, really? She recalled his enraged face in the bathroom on the train, her fear of him in that moment, the way his revulsion had seeped through her pores. But they had come through that, right? Still, she had to leave the door open for him if that was his choice.





“Harry, if you don’t want to see me anymore after this, I understand. I know it was probably more than you bargained for. I’m hardly girlfriend material, am I? But I would never want to come between you and Ginny, anyway. She’s my friend, too, I think. I mean, I like her very much. I wouldn’t want to make either of you sad.” Harry furrowed his eyebrows and his face grew dark. Luna prepared herself.





“Luna, let’s just get something straight right now, alright?” He waited for her to agree with him and the girl nodded her head to him.





“What happened to you was not your fault. You’re lucky to be alive, and I, for one, am thrilled that you are. Furthermore, if I ever find out who those men are that hurt you, they’d better run pretty fucking fast, because I’ll tear them apart,” he added vehemently. “You’re not to blame in this. There’s nothing wrong with you, okay? Of course you’re girlfriend material; don’t be ridiculous, you’re bloody Goddess material, and any boy lucky enough to have you willingly on his arm would have to be an idiot to think otherwise.” The burning in Luna’s chest sparked fire once more and she could feel herself throb through every muscle.





“As for coming between Ginny and me, there’s nothing that you’re breaking up, is there? We’re already apart.” He sighed and brushed back his bedhead of hair.





“I can’t tell you what’s going to happen in the future, Luna, because at this point anything could happen. There’s probably going to be a lot of terrible things going on soon, I can feel Voldemort getting bolder, none of us are really safe no matter how the Prophet wants to paint it. I don’t have the right to promise anyone anything, now. All I can tell you is that I want to be here right at this moment, more than anything. These last few days with you has been…bloody amazing. If I have an opportunity to be with you after the war, I think I want to take it.” His eyes were beseeching as he reached out to stroke the side of her face.





“Nothing about that possibility could make me sad.”





Harry bent his head to hers and captured her mouth to his, something inescapably passionate in the act even as his lips and tongue moved in languid circles around hers, his fingers slipping below the elastic band of her shorts, no knickers to block him, and reaching right for her sex. They copied his movements with his mouth, circling her folds slowly as he gathered up her seeping wetness and rubbed the fluid back and forth over her slit.





Above them, Harry raised his head from his hand and cupped her cheek with it, the thumb resting on her lips and sliding back and forth in much the same way as below. When Luna was nice and wet at both entrances, Harry delved the digits on both hands into her at the same time, each orifice closing around the penetration with much enthusiasm.





While each hand mimicked the other as Harry let his fingers move in and out at the exact same pace, Luna floated on a sea of sensation hoping the blissful cycle would never end. Yet, her body still begged for more, she wanted that intensity that Harry gave off so well to set her on fire again. When she opened her eyes to him, she sucked hard on his thumb and moaned, her hand gripping his wrist, making it obvious what she really wanted in her mouth.





For his part, Harry took a moment to pull her leg closest to him up over his hip while he pushed the other leg further away, widening her completely so he had full access. Luna arched her back at the feel of it, the air rushing into her opening and giving her mind’s eye a picture of what Harry could see. Being on such display for him was like being injected with an amphetamine drug; her skin vibrating under his hypnotic gaze, and she lifted her bum off the bed to meet his deepening fingers again, trying to swallow them up with her cunt as she let her desire reverberate in the long groan surrounding his thumb.





The boy got up, pulling out of her mouth and getting up on his knees, his body reaching over to press on her hips and keep her flat on the bed as the pace from his bent wrist quickened up. She called to him, feeling his loss from her side even as she enjoyed the sped up fucking of his fingers, but when Harry looked back up at her he seemed unsure. Luna reached for him, wanting to touch him, wanting his scent to clog her nose, to have him overwhelm her again. She had never expected that she could ever want it this way, would want someone to fuck her mouth like she was a servant whose only concern was to please.







Harry tried to shuffle back over to her face while his hand continued to pump inside her. He looked at her intently before pulling out his fingers and bringing them up to her lips. Luna knew the drill. While she sucked her juices clean, Harry leaned up close to her ear and whispered to her





“Luna, do you want me to…do you want my...um,” his head leaned against her and he breathed heavy across her neck.





He went to try again, but Luna was already reaching for his pants, her hands quick to undo the button and start to unzip him. He moved up and the two of them worked silently to push down his jeans and free his waiting cock. It bobbed, beautiful and strong, in front of her and she eagerly showed him just how much she wanted to suck on his length, already trying to take in as much as she could before her head was angled properly.





Harry gave a soft little oh and a few little winding aahs, the sounds only spurring her on and she tipped her body over sideways so she could arrange her throat to slide right over the tip. She could feel her reflex fight it, but she breathed deep through her nose and hummed, instead. Soon the boy was grabbing her leg to slide her towards him, and he curved her body round his side in order to resume his practice in her core, pulling her shorts away while she sucked him off with all of the skill she had perfected. The energy flow that they had achieved before in their 69 was back again, although a little different this time in its off-kilter swoop but still good.





“Merlin, that feels incredible, Luna,” Harry moaned. His fingers were now taking turns dipping in and out of her, and she noticed his middle finger rubbing her continuing stream of lubricant over to the sister-hole a few taps away from her cunt. The thought of Harry fingering her there was exciting and she attempted to encourage him by raising her top leg up high in the air, eventually letting it fall forward so her ankle rested on the boy’s shoulder, now promising him plenty of leeway to explore to his heart’s content.





The raven-haired teen was quick to take the hint and the tip of his finger was pressing to the puckered flesh in no time at all, testing its limits as he tried to breech the ring of muscle in small increments at a time. Luna did what she could to relax it and the further he got inside her the more she wanted to deep throat him. Pretty soon, Harry had made headway and there was a slow rhythm to his movement as he stretched her out, bending his thumb back over to her first opening and sliding it in.





She felt like he had her whole being gripped between the two appendages as he stroked them back and forth and still his little sex noises tumbled around her, breathy and urgent, winding up the girl to try harder, stretch herself open further, let him fuck her deeper, take him down her throat until her nose was flush against his pubic bone and the smell of him intoxicated her, the wiry hairs tickling her lips, her chin pressing to his scrotum.





When she could hear Harry’s whine grow lower an octave and feel his tenseness pull up into his sac, she grabbed him by the waist and pulled him down on her. The boy fell across the bed with a cry, his hands breaking his fall, but then he rapidly recovered by twisting his body and moving his head back to her sex to suck on her nerve center as the team of fingers pushed deeper and faster into her arse and pussy.





Meanwhile, his momentum had pushed the girl flat and now she had his glorious prick pumping straight up and down into her face, and the weight pushed her mouth further open as she let out a lengthening groan, his rigidity swinging down into her throat like a well. The way she felt them fused to each other’s sex this way was the most amazing connection she’d ever experienced and when Harry whined into her cunt and started to cum in her mouth, she was almost sad to have to end it.





Yet, not so sad to have his spurts fill her mouth in a gush while she worked to swallow the bulk of it, letting the last remnants swirl around her tongue as Harry pulled free of her. Now he concentrated fully on satisfying her and it only took seconds before she was whining to her own release. But she’d already had her reward in her gullet.





The two teens both lay on their backs at opposite ends of each other a moment later and stared up at the ceiling, hands behind their heads, their heavy breathing almost synchronized.





“That felt so good, Lu. Whatever you were doing was fantastic. I could totally feel the muscles in your throat work around me when you swallowed and I didn’t think that was ever possible. How do you even do that?” he asked with some wonder in his voice.





“It’s a very controlled method of breathing and relaxing, I’ll tell you that much, Harry. I usually have to really focus hard because it’s so quick for that gag reflex to kick in, especially if I feel panicked, but it was almost effortless with you,” she admitted happily.





“Er, why’s that?” Harry asked nervously.





“I think it’s because I was so aroused, actually. You make me feel so wonderful, and I just want to open up my whole body as best as I can so I’m sure to get every drop of you in….in a manner of speaking.” It was so easygoing for her to share these things with Harry. That feeling of mutual respect and honesty was deep and it allowed her a freedom to say anything to him without fear of repercussion or ridicule.





“Oh, well, I like that, then.” Luna crooked her elbows into brackets so she could lean up to see his face.





“Why did you sound worried?” She watched him curiously. Harry raised himself up to match her body’s stance and looked a little sheepish.





“Uh, well, I…suppose…I just wanted to make sure,” and he turned his face to the window, shrugging one shoulder as he mumbled the rest, “thatImbigenough for you.”





Luna let a slow smile creep across her face as she continued to study his reactions.





“Harry, you’re plenty big enough for me. I think your body is beautiful. You have gorgeous bits.” The boy turned to her immediately at that and gave her a funny look. Then he laughed and rolled his eyes at her even while his face grew pink.





“Luuuuna,” he began in a mocking tone, “guys don’t want to hear that they’re beautiful. Especially about their bits.” He shook his head in his disbelief.





“But it’s true,” the girl insisted. “There’s nothing wrong with being beautiful because you’re a man. I think beauty will save the world.” This time, Harry didn’t bother to protest and just gave in to her smile. She cocked her head as she regarded those bits now.





“You don’t have any foreskin. Were your parents trying to keep you free from Knashers or Nargles?” she quizzed. Harry raised his eyebrows at that.





“Um, neither. I really couldn’t tell you why. It’s not like I was asked. Actually, judging by the way my aunt used to bathe me, I have a feeling it might have been her call. She really didn’t want to have to touch me any more than she had to. Just another way for me to stand out in the boys’ showers, I guess,” he opined as he closed his eyes and lay his head back down on the bed.





Luna considered his statements carefully as she narrowed her eyes at him. Comments like that about his aunt were starting to bother her.





Then they both heard a soft knock at the door. Harry sat up. “Who is it?” he called out.





“It’s Dudley, who else.”





Harry bounded off the bed and turned to her as she pulled the sheets over her naked lower half. He slipped on his pair of jeans, but she noticed that he didn’t button the top as he headed to see what his cousin wanted. She thought that look suited him well as she followed the slight furry trail of hair down his belly.





His wild mop-top of coal poked out around the barely ajar door, Luna could just make out the conversation from the hallway.





“Yeah, what’s up?” he off-handedly asked of the big boy.





“Mum’s gone to her knitting circle, or whatever it is those old biddies do, and I’ve got eggs on, if you want to bring your friend down for some brekky.”





“Uhh…” Harry looked back at Luna in askance, and she smiled back at him, sitting up and nodding her head. “Yeah, alright, that sounds lovely. We’ll be down in a moment.” He closed the door to run back to his visitor, a bemused face accompanying his chuckle.





“Talking to Dudley just keeps getting weirder and weirder,” he snickered with genuine awe.





He went to go grab a clean shirt out of his dresser while the blonde witch grabbed her tote from under the bed and started to go through it for something fresher to wear. She grabbed her dress with the tight bodice and puffy sleeves and as she prepared to change, Harry told her he was popping to the loo.





The girl pulled the eyelet white fabric over her head, fighting her way to the top opening like a babe in the birth canal, and then awkwardly bringing her hands and arms through the sleeves as she tugged the rest of it down. The material was very snug around her middle, and she pulled black laces taut that threaded their way up the front panel of her dress. She tied them in a small bow just under her breasts and let the ends hang down long. The cotton scooped up over her pert feminine mounds in a way that accentuated their shape, probably a little too revealingly without a bra, but Luna decided it was only for breakfast and she’d get proper later. Then she slipped on her bright orange trainers with no socks.





When she ventured out into the hall to find Harry, the bathroom door was still closed and she went to tap on it. Harry peeked through the door with his toothbrush in his mouth and the foam from white toothpaste around his lips. He raised his eyebrows at her appearance, but she blithely entered and closed them in together. The girl held out her own toothbrush this time, soaking it under the running water of the tap and then holding it out to Harry for a strip of paste.





The boy smirked and squeezed away, but then his face abruptly altered into surprise as Luna popped the toothbrush in her mouth to pull up the toilet seat and sit down, bunching up the skirt of her dress. She proceeded to brush her teeth as well while she piddled into the bowl and Harry at first let his mouth hang open before recovering enough to try and act nonchalant about the whole business. She enjoyed the familiarity between them now; she wasn’t modest around Harry at all, she was discovering.





After rinsing his mouth, he had shyly suggested to her that they take another bath together once they’d had something to eat and Luna eagerly agreed. Once she’d washed up, the two headed down holding hands and arrived in the kitchen to the smell of toast and cooked eggs. Dudley sat at the table with his plate piled with the scrambled goo and a flat looking cigarette poking out of his mouth. The glass door was open as the day wafted in, and he had a spray can in his hand that he spatzed out intermittently before setting it down so he could grab a fork. He looked up at Luna and his eyes got very big.





“What’ya got there, Duddykins. We having anything with the eggs?” Harry asked in a joking manner. The heavy teen directed his blue-eyed gaze towards him and shrugged.





“Eggs are the only thing’ll make me feel better with a hangover,” he informed the boy. Then he took a deep inhale from his fag and held it, letting the smoke drift out languorously a moment later and staring at his cousin plainly. “That, and a bit of the morning spliff, yeah.”





Harry crinkled his face looking perplexed. “What’s a spliff?” Luna was somewhat curious to hear the answer herself.





Now it was Dudley’s turn to look puzzled. “Your kind don’t know nothin’ about marijuana? That’s too bad for you,” the boy judged and took another hit off his wrapped herb.





“Well, I don’t know everything about the wizarding world, Dudley. Maybe they do, but I’ve never seen it. It smells sweeter than a cigarette at any rate.” He headed over to the stove and proceeded to dish up the heap of food onto plates for him and Luna, adding some bread to the toaster as he worked.





“What about you? You know a lot about your world?” The boy at the table was suddenly talking to her and Luna flushed at his penetrating stare as she thought about his question.





“Oh, yes, I would say I’m fairly knowledgeable. I grew up surrounded only by wizards, so I’m the opposite of Harry in that I don’t really know too much about living with Muggles. I study them at school, though,” she offered as a sign of friendliness.





“Muggles? Isn’t that what Harry calls us nor-regular people? Does that just mean not magical, then? You really have to study about our culture in your school?” The questions seemed to fly unbidden from his lips now in his avid interest.





“Yes, I do. It’s a subject I do very well in, actually. Well, I mean, I do well in all of my classes, but that’s one that I enjoy quite a lot,” she admitted to him with a gush. The boy’s mouth quirked up in a lopsided grin while he watched her. She tried not to feel self-conscious, but even having him stare at her like this now, she couldn’t help but think of how he’d first come across her. Her blush lingered as she focused on his eyes that darted around her form like sparrows landing for crumbs. Then Harry moved to sit at the table and Dudley quickly stared back at his cousin.





Harry handed her a plate of scrambled egg on toast and asked her what she wanted to drink. “Whatever you’re having, Harry.”





The dark haired wizard seemed to get a bit flustered at that, but grabbed them some plastic tumblers and poured her some juice. Dudley now openly stared at their interaction, as if expecting them to jump on the table and go at each other right there in front of him at any moment. But then he shoveled up another mouthful of eggs, taking another puff from the stick in his hand after swallowing. He grabbed that can on the table and started spraying again and the sickly sweet aroma of roses descended around them in a wet film.





“What’s that you’re doing? Is it a way to reproduce fragrance from your garden? Are you a big fan of horticulture?” Luna asked as she started in on her breakfast. Dudley gave her a scandalized look at that while Harry choked on his eggs in his laughter. The boys looked at each other with some measure of knowing, but then it was Harry who answered her.





“That’s just an aerosol can full of deodorizer, Luna. It’s just meant to get rid of bad or incriminating smells. Dudley obviously doesn’t want his parents to know that he smokes that stuff,” he tagged on with a smug tweak of his upper lip.





“What the ol’ dodders don’t know won’t hurt them. Don’t think the old man would care too much, but you know Mum, she’d freak over the idea. Can’t have the neighbors thinking I’m running a drug operation out of Little Whinging Moaners, can we now?” He did not look too perturbed by the notion, however. Then he narrowed his gaze back at Luna.





“So, looks like you need to study up some more, young lady. Now you know what a spray can do, you’ll have to let all your classmates know all about it. Maybe it’ll be on your next exam,” he chortled. “Do you know about cars?” he enquired with a haughty raise of the eyebrows.





“I do, but I’ve never been in one before. My father has, though. He says they’re nice, like riding a powerful animal.” She was starting to find Dudley interesting to talk to.





“What I really want to know is; what’s a lovely lass like you doing with my berk of a cousin?” he smirked. Harry rolled his eyes at him, but watched Luna for her response. Dudley finished in a charming flourish.





“You must have all the magical boys falling all over you to get your attention. Why would you take a second look at that four-eyed hooligan?”





He had a broad grin by this time and it appeared he was almost teasing Harry with something approaching affection. Luna goggled her eyes at him while she waited for him to admit he was taking the mickey. She took a delayed beat before letting out her own laugh in a bark.





“You’re so funny,” she said as her wistful smile returned. She thought about his question as if contemplating it seriously. “It’s Harry who has all the girls falling to get to him. They do some very strange things to gain his attention. But I guess everybody in school is drawn to the Boy-Who-Lived in some way or another.”





Dudley made a face at that. “Who the hell is the Boywholived?” he wondered. Luna’s gaze swung from him to Harry and back again a few times. She was nonplussed by Dudley’s ignorance, however.





“Why, it’s your cousin. That’s what everybody called him after he defeated You-Know-Who as a baby.” Now it was the turn of the blonde stocky boy to turn to Harry and goggle. Harry merely continued eating his food his eyes cast down at his plate.





“What? Who the fuck is you know who and how could Harry defeat anything as a baby other than a bad case of gas?” The boy shook his addled head as he tried to understand what the girl was telling him. “Do your people even have normal names or is it all hyphenated?” he asked with an exasperated shake of his head.





“She’s talking about Voldemort, Dudley; the one that’s coming after me. You know, the reason why you and your parents have to leave the house for a while,” Harry explained in a monotone. His cousin turned an intense face to him.





“I thought that old guy who came to take you to your school was going to take care of it. Mum always talks about him in whispers like he’s a bad-ass.”





Harry just stared blankly across the table. “He’s dead,” came his flat reply.





Dudley looked like he wanted to change the subject very quickly.





“What about you, luv? Do you get a hyphenate, too? Do they call you Luna-With-The-Smoking-Body, or is it just Luna?” he smirked as he went to put out his joint.





“It’s just Luna, but sometimes they call me Loony Lovegood,” she answered truthfully not quite understanding his moniker for her. His face wrinkled into itself at that and he frowned.





“Why Loony? Is that some sort of wizard slang I wouldn’t get ‘cause I’m a Muggle?” he seemed confused by the arbitrary tag.





“Because the people who say it are arseholes, Duds. Just drop it, okay?” Harry demanded as he stood up to clear the table of their empty plates.





“Whaaa? You mean they’re taking the piss? What a bunch of nutters if they’re calling you names instead of asking you out,” he insisted but Harry turned again from the sink to glare at him. “Yeah, alright…you cleaning up, then? I got places to be and schedules to keep, you know,” he said casually as he pulled out a shiny object from the pocket of his track suit. His thumb started to pad across the buttons and then he was holding it up to his ear.





“Piers, you ponce, wha’chyu doin’?” he spoke into the piece. There was a pause and the big teen laughed. “Yeah, me head was throbbing this mornin’, too. But I’ve got these big lovely pools of silvery splendor I’m looking into right now, fixin’ me up, right quick,” the boy looked straight at Luna and winked. “Nah, I’m looking at her eyes, you twit.” There was a loud clanging over from the sink as Harry threw the frying pan in amongst the dishes and cautioned Dudley with his green gaze narrowed to slits above a scowl.





“Yeah, I’m not going to answer that. My mad cousin is already looking at me like he’s about to pull a Bateman,” Dudley laughed again. Luna got up to help Harry out and brought the rest of the debris on the table over to him as she went to grab a towel. Muggles had a strange sense of humor, she decided.







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Much later, after Dudley had left, and the teens had cleaned the kitchen then themselves as they sat in their bath, Luna and Harry went over plans for the rest of their few hours together before they’d have to take Luna to her pickup point.





He had fucked her hard in the bathtub and it had left quite a sopping mess for them to clean up as water had surged up over the sides in great waves while they went at it. Afterward, he had dried her hair again, brushing it in long strokes lovingly as he watched her in the mirror. He had dressed her back into her tight, flouncy outfit once they got back into the bedroom, fitting her in a lacy bra first but insisting she put her clean knickers away in her bag. He even put her trainers back on her feet and tied up the checkered laces for her. Luna felt very cared for.





It was Harry who suggested that they might as well spend the rest of their day at the park, basking in the glorious sun and bringing a picnic lunch for later. He said he didn’t have the energy to be arsed to do much of anything other than have sex with her and make out and perhaps chat. She had simply given him her dreamy smile at the idea and he had then grabbed her neck to bring her lips back to his.





Whenever Harry kissed her, everything inside Luna fluttered, she thought in amazement. She had never felt so alive until when she was with him, all of her nerves singing together in some kind of discordant tune. The girl didn’t know what she was going to do without his body around her at all times, without being able to feed on the current of power shooting from his fingers and tongue and cock, nor feeling him grab for her tightly throughout the day and relishing that pulsing aura as it folded into hers. It was going to be a difficult process to resume her regular life.





When the two were set to head back out, they clomped down the stairs and made up sandwiches in the kitchen. Harry went to look for a picnic basket, and Luna followed him out into the foyer, watching him open the cupboard door under the stairs and start to pull away old suitcases and boxes in his search. The lithe girl came up behind him to help move the items around as they hunted for the weaved case.





As she slid back a long colorful box with some sort of netting inside, Luna saw a picture on the wall. It was a child’s rudimentary drawing of a boy, scribbles of spastic dark lines in a halo around the head with two circles representing glasses on the face. There was a frown in place of the mouth. Underneath the crude artwork, was a title scratched out in wobbly capital letters. It said, FREAK.





“What’s this, Harry?” Luna asked, her voice calm and mildly curious, but her insides feeling funny. She knew who the drawing was meant to be.





“Oh, um, I guess I must have doodled it when I was a kid. Must’ve been bored,” the boy mumbled, clearly uncomfortable at the discovery. He tucked under some coats and hauled out the object of his hunt and smiled tightly at her in victory, ready to back out of the closet in a hurry.





“Why were you in the cupboard drawing pictures?” she asked, investigating the matter further until she had a proper explanation. Harry clearly did not want to discuss it any longer and he bristled at her gentle probing.





“It’s nothing; I was…staying in here for a while, is all. It’s not a big deal.”





He seemed torn, not wanting to elaborate but at the same time not wanting to brush her off. Luna thought about how he’d helped her the night before by just listening, and she tried to stay patient as she waited for him to finish. She peeked back at the dark space that followed the upswing of the stairway and noticed that some of the boxes were sitting on a cot. When she looked back at Harry, tears had pricked her eyes and they were blinking to hold them back. Harry watched her face and grew agitated as he shook his head righteously.





“No you don't, don’t do that, Luna. Stop that right now. It’s just a bloody cupboard; they didn’t beat me and toss me in a dungeon, for fuck sake.” He looked away from her and visibly swallowed, his anger making his body glimmer before her.





“How long did you have to stay in here?” Luna ventured quietly. The witch couldn’t give it up; she needed to know what kind of life he had grown up in now.





“Till my Hogwarts letter came,” he replied in a deep rumble.





He stared at her blankly. “It’s hardly comparable to the nightmare you went through, so don’t even bother getting all upset about it, Luna. Yeah, it was creepy, yeah, I didn’t like it much, yeah, I’m probably more than a bit claustrophobic because of it, but so what; I’m a big boy. I’m over it. It was hardly the worst thing to ever happen to me,” he finished darkly.





Luna felt some of the tears escape her ducts and trickle down along the side of her nose. She thought about how the little boy Harry had been trapped in this god awful space so far away from her, the two of them both lonely and sad in their fates but not aware of each other, and she wished with all of her heart that she had met him then, had found him so she could love him from the start.





“What did Hermione and Ron say about it?” she wondered, expecting that Harry had pulled much of the same fit.





“They don’t know anything about it,” the determined boy acknowledged. Luna was surprised at that.





“But they’re you’re best friends. Don’t they ask about your past? Aren’t they curious about how you grew up with your family?” she insisted.





“We don’t talk about that shit, Luna. The only reason I know about Ron’s family so much is because of all the time I’ve spent with them. I couldn’t tell you the first thing about Hermione’s parents other than they’re dentists or what she does when she’s on summer hols.” He explained it to her as if one would be daft to discuss these things with your mates.





Luna started to imagine terrible things in Harry’s upbringing with his odious wardens and she felt a swell of bitterness rise in her gut at their likely treatment of him. She continued to press Harry who could only stare at her in forewarning.





“Did they hit you?”





Harry only sighed at that and looked up at the ceiling with a shake of his head.





“What do you want me to say, Lu? Yeah, I got spanked whenever I did something they didn’t like, which was pretty often, but it wasn’t so much once I had them figured out. Vernon liked to think the belt would straighten me normal every now and again, but that’s only when I did something to really scare the shit out of them; you know, my magic out of control and me having no clue how it happened. It all tapered off before I started school, though, and they were too afraid to touch me after I started, so it was water under the bridge by then.”





There was a fierce flare of anger to hit her chest and she breathed heavy with the pain, wondering what it had felt like for Harry and how he was able to bury all that resentment of his aunt and uncle. She started to understand something about Harry’s temper and she suddenly felt the urge to know more about its roots.







“What did it feel like?” she pried in a hushed awe. Harry watched her carefully trying to read her purpose in asking.





“What do you mean? How did it feel to be swotted on the arse?” Luna slowly nodded her head while her big vacant eyes held his gaze with an intense expectation. She wanted Harry to show her how it had felt for him, wanted to feel what the little boy had gone through at his uncle’s hands.





Harry had taken a few steps towards her, that pouncey look of his back full in his face, his burning green irises stalking her moves like prey. His voice came out in that deep timbre thick with his desire.





“Would you like me to show you, Luna?” The two teens regarded each other for several minutes as the crackles of something invisible in their flowing energy rose up around them. Luna moved her head in that same slow hypnotized nod as she tried to breathe while the pressure between them pushed up against her sternum.





Harry stepped up against her and put his hands to her waist, pushing her backwards into the darkness under the stairs. When he had backed her against the cot, he reached behind her and pulled off the boxes, turning to toss them out into space at the door. He looked back to her and demanded she turn around to bend over. Luna pulled up her skirt from her knees and bent on the rickety cot as her hands moved up further to lay flat. The dust was thick in the air around her, stuffy and cloying in the musky aroma of old, hidden away nostalgia.





Yet she didn’t think about any of that when Harry’s hands were pulling up the skirt of her dress up over her back and he was feeling her arse like he was testing out fruit in the market. He let one hand slide between the ravine in her backside and he brushed his fingers over her wrinkled bud and then down to her already soaking folds. He sounded happy to feel her wetness.





“I’ll show you what it’s like, alright. When you’re bad, you take your punishment and you save it up. You concentrate on every bit of feeling and you remember it. Then you savor it for when you really need it,” he instructed. Luna listened with rapt attention but then it was quiet for a few minutes, and her anticipation felt suspended in some kind of limbo as she waited for him to say something else.





Then she heard the resounding smack of hand on flesh throughout the little dark nook and the pain of it caught up a second later. She grunted at the sharpness of feeling but Harry was rubbing her skin where he’d hit her, his fingers rough while kneading the sting out of it. He gave a slow exhale. Then came another slap and the shock of it surprised her even more than the first time.





The third strike felt even more intense in its delivery and the girl was starting to squirm. He kept going, however, and pretty soon the girl had stopped bothering to count as she tried to do what he’d told her. Harry was starting to acquire a pattern to his spanking, but he grew frustrated as the encroaching walls interfered with the swing of his motions, limiting how much wallop he could pack in the impact.





Luna felt her body being lifted up by her waist and she allowed Harry to move her about at will, eventually settling on his lap as the boy sat underneath her on the cot and turned her partially sideways. He now appeared to have more freedom in his movements and the first thing he did was spread her open wide as she hung there. She held on to the side of his leg and let her head droop down against the bar of the smelly poor excuse for a child’s bed and when Harry began smacking her again, much harder this time, she soaked up everything she could about the experience, relishing the way he lavished his attention on her and the way the burning against her arse melded into the sexual thrill of her open cunt. She could hear her whines grow louder, but all the while her body moved into his hand and she rutted her crotch against whatever part of his leg she could come up against.





Soon, Harry noticed her winding hips and he moved the slant of his legs so that his knee was right against her sex. She promptly humped his leg like a dog in heat and the boy purred to her with encouragement as he spanked her with a hand that felt like a wooden board at this point.





“Yeah, that’s it, you want it, kitten. You want me to fuck you again, don’t you? Your fanny is gaping at me. Even while your arse blisters and burns, you little sex freak. Gods, the things I’m going to do to that arse,” he moaned against what she imagined was quite a bit of pain in his hand.







At a certain point, Luna was simply lost in the pain of it and let it wash over her as she fixated on her body’s center, that throbbing between her open legs calling to her. As Harry’s slaps came up against various parts of her hindquarters and up around the fleshier globes, Luna reached for her orgasm in a blinding push, feeling like she was trying to break the surface of an ocean as she swam up from its depths.





She heard her cries eclipse the smacking sounds in the dank little space and she thought about Harry, just a scared little boy, laying in here at night wanting his mother, and the ache she felt at the image tore her up, tore that climax from her throat and she rammed Harry’s leg into her crotch hard trying to swallow it up with her cunt, wanting to make him happy, wanting to show him that she could be there for him. Her eyes saw nothing but stars for a moment and she felt a great shudder run through her from one end to the other as she slumped over in one more cry, going still with the last expulsion of breath and not even noticing that the boy had stopped moving except for a trembling in his limbs.





The exhausted girl felt his fingers curl into her hair and pull her head upwards, pulling her mouth to his as he kissed her like a man on fire. “Oh, Merlin, Luna, my god,” he kept muttering between breaks in his assault of her lips. Then Luna was letting her body fall to her knees as she reached for his bulging jeans and Harry quickly followed her train of thought and opened his pants, the two pulling them down together again and Luna devouring him in one go. He grabbed the long hair that he had so carefully groomed into clumps around his fingers and pulled her head back and forth against his pelvis.





Luna didn’t even feel like she was on Earth anymore, but hurtling somewhere into the stratosphere as she prepared to break into the cold void of space. Yet her physical body felt aflame, as if the zero temperature of nothingness was the last resort to extinguish her burns.





Harry’s running commentary continued.





“Oh, fuck, you dirty girl, suck me just like that, yeah, yeah, deeper, take it deeper, unnnnhhg, fuuuuck, good…gawwwwwwd, fucking gorgeous cocksucker, you’re mine, Yes!” and he exploded into her mouth with a shout, Luna gobbling up what didn’t shoot straight down her throat with all the fervor of her last meal.













It was much later before the teens finally made their way outside, Luna’s belongings hanging over shoulder and the cloak ready to be slung over her head. Harry had taken her up to the bathroom after, insisting that he alone would put away the assortment back into the closet, then running up to dust off her now slightly dingy white dress with a wet towel, brushing the cobwebs out of her hair and generally straightening her appearance. He had cooed over her neck as he watched her in the mirror, praising it as a piece of art for its elegance and promising to find a way to complement it with the appropriate adornment. His eyes took on that wicked green glimmer as he mused over possibilities. Luna had purposely left her butterbeer necklace at home, but somehow, she didn’t think that was what he had in mind.





Then the couple headed down to the kitchen and stepped out into the dazzling sunshine.









So, next chapter, we start hearing from some other characters and their perspectives. I can hardly wait. I live for your comments