Mad Snorkacks and Englishmen

A/N: I'll try to brief, since you have a long read ahead of you. Don't ask me why I couldn't split this chapter up, I just couldn't, okay? *whines*

LondonMarie and Sneakyfox, thank you so much for your continued support and enthusiasm. I am so thrilled that you are enjoying this story from my humble fingers. I hope you're with me for the long haul.

SoftO, Thanks for your initial review that kept me on the right track and gave me lots to consider. Luna just breaks my heart in her selflessness. She's such a tortured thing, but that's why Harry is so good for her. He knows just how to take care of her and make her stronger at the same time. Your comments always make me think hard about what I'm portraying and working up to.

Coco, first off--Lol, your review was too funny. I'm not saying a thing about Harry and Hermione and that interminable time they spent in the tents. You and I must be HP soulmates because we are apparently the only two people in the fandom who thought Snape was a colossal asshole. Selfless, my ass. The guy was atoning for being such a prick by acting like a prick every day and being the worst teacher ever.



Hope you guys enjoy this one. Lots of twists and turns ahead.







Chapter 14: The Purveyor of the Sphincter Phone







Ron watched Harry down by the chickens in the backyard as he gazed out of his bedroom window. His friend was heading out again up the pathway into the woods. Where exactly did he keep disappearing to, the ginger boy wondered? He couldn’t get much of an answer out of him the day before and since then he’d started to notice that his bezzy mate was acting increasingly stranger. Even after he’d shown Harry the ghoul that he was hiding in the eaves of the attic to stand in for his spattergroit alibi, there had been something off that Ron couldn’t seem to put a finger on. The wild-haired wizard had gotten very silent and morose, but then nervous and shifty moments later after his mum had crashed open the door into the attic bedroom.





His mum had caught them while they were deep in Horcrux speculation and where to begin their search, but as soon as she’d gotten them downstairs and sorting the tower of wedding presents that already arrived then Harry had snuck out again with nary an explanation. Ron had been a little miffed at that. He was starting to feel like he was getting the brunt of the work, and there was an awful lot of work to be done. He didn’t think Harry was entitled to a free pass just because it was his birthday tomorrow…or that he was the Chosen One, or some such rot.





The boy mentally kicked himself, though, after admitting that he just got jealous every now and again. Harry had plenty of shit to deal with, who cared if he got out of a few menial jobs? It’s not as if Harry was one to constantly shirk his duties, but where exactly was he going when he left? The tall, broad-shouldered boy was concerned for his shorter friend. He was hiding something, Ron could feel it, he knew well the signs of Harry’s brooding behavior approaching every time something went wrong and other people got hurt. Then there had been last night to consider.





Ron had awakened sometime in the middle of the night, or very early morning, one of the two, when he’d noticed Harry’s empty bed. In his groggy state, he hadn’t thought much of it; expecting the wizard was taking a wee in the loo or something, but then he had been jerked into consciousness later on when he heard a noise from behind him. He’d slit his eyes open just in time to see Harry sneaking over to the corner in his sightline and propping up his Cleansweep. The boy had his trainers and jacket on, and Ron wondered where the hell he had been.





Something told him not to confront him just then, however, and he’d pretended to be asleep when Harry made to look in his direction. Did Harry just fly into his window? Things were getting really odd, now. What could he be doing? He couldn’t use the excuse of taking a walk when it was two in the bloody morning. That just wasn’t safe, and Harry knew better than that, besides. It had been a mystery that was bothering Ron all day.





Now, here it was, not even half past four, and the sneak had found another way to hightail it while his mum was busy gushing over the Delacours like they were the king and queen of the Burrow. Ron made a decision right then to follow him, and rapidly burst out of his room and down the stairs, leaving Hermione plastered against the wall in his haste. He muttered a quick sorry as he passed, but wound his way hurriedly downstairs to sneak through the kitchen while the guests were being entertained in the sitting room.





Once he was outside, he hung back enough to give Harry some headway as he watched him fade into a distant copse. If he’d been thinking on his feet, he would have been ready with the boy’s cloak on hand, but he had a suspicion that Harry was keeping it on his person these days. He’d just have to find a way to be stealthy as he followed the other teen. If there had been one thing his friend taught him over the years, it was how to be covert.





He came up to the mouth of the woods and watched Harry rounding a giant maple in his steady steps on the incline. He moved swiftly, though, and Ron tried to dodge behind trees and maintain his distance while still keeping the git in his sights. He managed to continue to stay on his tail, however, for quite a ways, until suddenly the boy just vanished. Could he have his cloak on him now, Ron wondered? He’d have to be careful not to reveal himself if Harry was really just ahead under magic. Then Ron slapped his hand quietly to his forehead as he recalled that he was, in fact, a wizard and was quite capable of performing a Disillusionment spell on himself. Two could play at this game, the boy thought competitively.





As he tapped his head, he felt the oozing chill roll over his form while the charm took effect. He stepped out onto the path and moved faster now, trying to catch up to wherever Harry might have sped off to all of a sudden. He thought that perhaps the teen had slipped off the walkway and was foraging through the brush for something. He wouldn’t have….okay, wait, Ron considered amusedly; this wasn’t about a wank, was it?





Even though it grossed him out to contemplate the idea, Harry was stuck in the house with his sister, Ginny, and was possibly having….you know, sexy ideas about her. Brrr, Ron literally shivered at the picture. Yet, he was his mate, and roommate at that, it’s not as if he’d never heard Harry toss one out before they’d finally all learned proper silencing charms. That Muffliato the Prince had shown them in the dreaded Potions book had been right handy in a pinch, Ron mused.





The eager friend was now determined to find the boy. Whatever he was doing, Ron just wanted to know whether he should be worrying or not. If it was nothing more than pulling one’s pud, then he could stop all this fussing about and get on with their business, but if there was something else going on, he needed to know. He got tired of Harry being secretive; even if the boy had entrusted him and Hermione with the details of the mission Dumbledore had given him, there was still so much he kept from them. It’s wasn’t that he felt they had to share everything with each other; Ron didn’t talk to Harry much about his growing feelings for a certain bushy haired brunette now, did he? Yet there was still so much unspoken between the two and lately the forgotten Weasley wanted to think of his best mate as more like a confidante.





They talked about a lot, and Harry was a great friend to joke around with; he had a wicked sense of humor, but maybe Ron was finally admitting to himself that he needed to share some things that were more than Quidditch stats and how You-Know-Who was ruining Harry’s life. Maybe it was time to break out the gooey feeling stuff. Ron just didn’t know if he wanted to be the first one to broach the subject. Why did he always have to look like the girl? If Harry started to take the mickey because his mate was getting serious about their best friend, then maybe it would be smarter to keep mum about it, he reasoned.





Then again, he had loads of opportunities to make fun of him when Ron was seeing Lavender Brown and he’d been mostly alright about it, only grumbling and getting sarcastic when it was getting uncomfortable between his two best friends. Harry hated being caught in the middle of their fights, that much was obvious. But who else was Ron supposed to talk to about the churning feelings he was experiencing since it occurred to him that Hermione was, indeed, a girl, and a girl that turned him on quite a lot.





Ron attempted to watch where he was going as he navigated the complicated thoughts swirling in his brain. He hadn’t seen Harry for several minutes now and was starting to get irritated. The teenager kept his eyes peeled to the ground to watch for tell-tale trainers poking out of the bottom of the now too short cloak, yet saw nothing but a couple of squirrels stopping in his path before darting up a tree. The freckled boy paused to consider his options. If he were Harry looking for some privacy, where would he head off to?





After another ten minutes and still no sign of him, Ron was about to give up and head home when he heard it. A sound like a whine, he guessed, filling the sleepy hush of the forest. He looked around for clues to its source. It wasn’t an animal; that much he could discern. His ears pricked when the moan floated over to him on the wind again, a distinct longing in the notes. He was standing stock still as he determined its origin and decided it was possibly coming from a northeasterly direction. He skipped over the terrain as quietly as he could, avoiding crashing into bushes as he listened for more of those peals that rang a little too high to be Harry’s deep burr.





When he came around the bend in the dirt path to where the hillside sloped downward, he was able to spot someone toward the bottom, their upper body appearing just over the branches that were partially blocking his view. He could make out a preponderance of pale blonde hair, the sun glinting off of it as it filtered through the dense canopy of the treetops. Ron moved up to the leafy extensions to get a fuller account of the scene directly below, cautiously on the lookout for trouble. As he peered over the bough, his eyes grew huge at the sight that greeted him, his breath suddenly caught, his heart’s steady beat breaking out into a trot. This…this was not normal….





It was a girl. A girl who looked suspiciously like Loony Lovegood, Quidditch commentator extraordinaire, he noted. What he was seeing did not seem possible, however, and the boy stole forward surreptitiously to get a closer inspection. After letting the gravity drag him down to another tree a few yards further ahead, he pulled up behind its column to take in the exceptional detail he was now afforded from this viewpoint.





His mouth hung slack, but he wasn’t even aware of it, so spellbound was he by the drama unfolding in front of him. Something squirmed in his gut as he attempted to determine whether the Ravenclaw neighbor was in danger or not. There was a warring inside him on just what action he was supposed to take in this situation; his first inclination being to crash down to save her, while a tug in his groin kept him firmly rooted in place.





Luna was naked. Naked as in, absolutely not dressed with anything resembling clothing, Ron gulped in awe. Yet her body was hardly unfettered. In fact, it was fettered quite a lot at the moment, with what appeared to be lengths of thick rope. She was hanging suspended between two slim trees, her arms pulled taut in a Y, her legs….well, what the devil was going on with her legs?





At first glance, she looked like they had been cut off at the knees, but as he stared harder he could make out her feet poking out from behind her arse, ropes binding the ankles to her thighs as they were bent in half. More rope had been looped around behind the crease of her knees and pulled outwards to secure her bottom half to her pillars as well. As for the rest of the yards of cord, it appeared to be coiled around her body in an engaging web of design.





She was a mix of patterns and lines; her breasts were crisscrossed with the cable so the x fell in her cleavage then lassoed tightly in several rounds on the tops and bottom of her tits, giving them a bulbous quality as they were squeezed in the network. More lines circled around her waist before they trailed down to follow the creases at the tops of her thighs. Her thighs, bloody hell; Ron’s gaze couldn’t tear away from what was currently in the apex of those limbs. The unmistakable, immediately identifiable, trademark unruly sable locks of one Boy-Who-Fucking-Lived tufted out of her center as he knelt before his apparent victim, his face more than likely stuck to her bits.





So, that was it then? Harry had finally lost it? Was he now under the control of one Snakey Dark Lord who had a habit of popping into his brain on a regular basis? Ron wished he could be sure that was the case, but for the incongruent vision of Luna’s rapturous features. Her eyes were closed as if in prayer, while her mouth remained in an oval shape as it poured forth her sweet erotic aria in a steady hymn. The witch’s litany of melodious aaahhs were hardly proof she was being tortured now, were they?





Ron continued to stare in fascination as he saw Harry pull his head back, now fully recognizing that this was actually his friend he was watching in this obscene demonstration. The teen was leaning his head against one thigh as he plunged his fingers inside her. Ron could see Harry had his other hand behind her as well and was perplexed as to what he was doing back there. It just seemed very, very wrong. He was able to make out the teen’s lips moving, the bottom of his face covered in a glossy sheen, but Luna was too loud and he was too far away to hear what Harry was saying to her. Supposedly, she approved, whatever the request, because her moans very briefly turned to yes-yes-yes in a spiraling crescendo.





Then Ron watched in amazement as his mate did something utterly inconceivable. He pulled his fingers out of the girl to smack her right on her….her, oh Merlin, right on her twat. She didn’t even look like she had any hair there, the red-head gaped. Why on earth would Harry slap her in such a place, he asked himself, while he watched the boy do it again making Luna cant her hips forward as she puled like a scolded child. He noted the muscles twitching in the girl’s arms as she dangled there caught like a fly in the proverbial spider’s web. Harry’s fingers started to move fast along her folds as he diddled her rather furiously, causing her body to bounce slightly in its hold, pinching and twisting his grip while her voice carried a vibrato from the movement as she continued to sing her praises.





Once her head tilted backwards with a shout, Harry was back at her core again, his throat visibly working as he drank down her offering. But it seemed the minute he had his fill, he was standing up to her with a threatening air, his hand closing in on her chin and gripping it like a vice as he shook her head. Ron could just make out the girl’s plaintive apology. Then Harry kissed the side of her mouth and smiled at her, whispering something again that made him look very much the reprobate. As he stepped back and began toeing off his shoes and tug his shirt over his head, Ron had the startling feeling that he was about to witness his best friend actually proceed to have sex with their fellow DA mate. The whole notion was blowing the ginger boy’s mind.





In a flash, Harry’s wiry, athletic body was standing as nude as her, albeit without the decoration. When he saw his friend’s prick get ready to penetrate the blonde, he decided that he’d had enough, he couldn’t handle another minute of this. He turned and ducked into the brush, trying soundlessly as he could to veer away from the scene and find his way out of this place. Luna’s groans followed him for a short distance, but then he was far enough into the woods that their din settled behind him. He found the pathway again and ran, not concerned about the noise any longer, and sprinted his way back to what he knew. Before he could reach the passage out of the forest, however, he pulled himself up short and crashed back into the trees.





He had backed himself up behind the large girth of an oak and his hands went straight to the button on his pants to wrench it open. Getting the fly open quickly and then pulling out his already hard cock, Ron was already fraught with the urgency of his arousal as he flew his grip up and down the shaft in a rapid pace. However, it felt totally odd to jerk off while still under a Disillusionment, the cold sensation interfering with his touch. He tapped the top of his head again to feel that warmth descend in its cascade, but then jumped right back into his pleasuring, the skin of his steely rod hot and damp. The wound up teen tried not to think of Harry and Luna anymore, looking for more suitable masturbatory fantasies to fill his head.





His impulse took him to images of Hermione bound nude as Luna was currently hanging in the middle of the forest, but he quickly discarded that, trying to rid himself of Harry’s perversions and find his own tastes to sate him. Imagining Hermione and Susan Bones naked and rubbing their titties against each other was always a good one, and his thoughts strayed to that favorite now, letting his heated prick take over his senses and push that couple in the underbrush further from his mind. It had been kind of funny when he’d experienced Harry’s erection during the Polyjuice fiasco, but right now he wanted no part of his mate’s desires to contaminate his own.





Yet his wanking daydreams continued to be interrupted by the bombardment of questions fast piling up in his wayward brain. When in Merlin’s green garden did Harry start--what, dating? seeing?--shagging Luna Lovegood? He couldn’t even begin to fathom them doing this sort of thing in the alcoves at school. And what of all the sneaky boy’s darting about and disappearances this last term? All that time he had supposedly been stalking Draco, had Harry really been carrying on an illicit affair with the younger Ravenclaw all along?





Ron just couldn’t grasp the idea of Harry two-timing his sister, though. The boy was loyal to a fault. He hadn’t even noticed Luna crushing on his friend. When did that start? Aaarghhh!!! Would somebody please just explain to him what the bloody hell was happening? Had the whole world taken crazy potion?





Ron tried to muffle his groan behind his teeth while still seizing his swollen knob like a man laying claim to a lifejacket. He-just-wanted-to-cum, damn it, the boy gritted out in heaving breaths. His mind went to the security of his dream Hermione smiling and exposing her luscious breasts, her nipples pebble hard and ready for his eager mouth, but those damn ropes kept snaking around her image and getting in his way while he could hear the echo of Luna’s fevered moans.





The more naïve Weasley male recalled a time he overheard the twins talking about somebody being very kinky in their sexual preferences and he wondered if that was what they meant, that Harry was just kinky and didn’t like sex the way normal people did. Of course, the next question was…when the hell did Harry get interested in sex?





The two mates rarely talked about it, other than in expressing their appreciation for various shapely attributes amongst the female student body. Even then, Harry was quite polite about it, mentioning that Katie Bell had a beautiful bottom while he blushed appropriately. You would think hanging around Seamus, the boy would be just as crude as the rest of his dorm buddies, but that had never been the case. This just proved to Ron how many secrets his friend was hiding away up in that scar-riddled head of his. If he tried to excuse the odd behavior by writing it off as a consequence of Harry’s weird connection to You-Know-Who, how did that explain Luna’s supposed fancy then? Maybe the girl really was as much a nutter as they claimed.





The freckled boy laid his head back against the tree and let out a long, slow exhale. He cleared his mental pictures. That made him think he was going to have to support Hermione’s insistence that Harry Occlude his mind better. But right now, Ron just drifted into sensation as he let his hand resume its up and down motion to usher in that building pressure in the back of his bollocks.





He listened to the wind rustle the leaves and the birds twitter their conversation around him in this pocket of wildlife and slowly the tugging drew up the gush of semen that he needed to shed. When that surge of feeling hit and he felt his prick get ready to spew, he opened his eyes and watched the white gel whip out in frenzied lines landing on the leafy ground. His body sagged while his hand stayed glued and he recuperated in the afterglow.





It didn’t take him long before he had his pants zipped back up again and he was heading out of the thick foliage to make his way back to the garden. He didn’t know when he was going to be able to confront Harry about this, but the teen felt resolved that it would come to pass very soon. He’d just keep watching him like a hawk in the meantime. He would figure this all out before he made his next move.







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Harry awoke in the morning feeling refreshed and almost happy. He was seventeen today; considered an adult by the rest of the Wizarding world now, although Harry had been feeling like a man for quite a while. He would be spending it with the friends he called his family, enjoying a last carefree moment before the wedding was upon them and the trio made their way off, and tonight he would see his angel in secret one more time. They had special plans for the occasion.





It would be strange seeing her with the rest of the guests at Bill and Fleur’s ceremony tomorrow, yet not able to touch her or let on how much he wanted her. She had informed him that both she and her father had been invited; he looked at it as a test of his increasing control with her, the wizard decided. Harry couldn’t very well expect Luna to allow him to discipline her if he couldn’t even manage his own urges. He wanted to take their commitment to their sexual roles seriously. The last few days with her had been dazzling and Harry wanted to top it off with tonight’s festival of fucking.





Before he had left her that first night he visited her room, they had made plans to meet up by her house again the next afternoon, hidden away in the mantle of trees. The teen had come to some sort of acceptance of his deviant nature, but promised himself he would leave off the punishment for his remaining time with her. He didn’t want a repeat of this last mistake. Harry made sure to discuss with Luna everything he wanted to try beforehand to deem whether she felt okay about it, and they had come to an agreement on how she would let him know if he was going beyond her comfort level. So far it had worked fantastically.





When he’d met her the next day, he had asked her if he could tie her up again if he refrained from the spanking and she consented. Her poor bum was still marked, although Harry was happy to see much of the stripes had faded and her bruises were already turning a faint yellow. He’d tied up her feet and her hands behind her in one knot and then laid her on her abdomen, such a pretty picture she had made.





He let her mouth alone to voice any alarm should it be necessary, but then rolled up her body so she could lay on one side of her head while he fervently attacked her quim with his tongue again. The delirious boy had worked his hand over his shaft while he lapped at her, eventually folding all four fingers of one hand inside her as he jacked off over arse. He had spread his seed all over her leftover cuts and pretended he was healing her with the physical manifestation of his love like a balm.







After their frolic, he had actually delivered on his promise to arm her defensively for school. They worked on a few hexes, but mostly he came up behind her and practiced showing her basic fight maneuvers so she could punch or kick her way out of a surprise attack. He was very excited to see a spark in the girl’s eyes as he explained where she could make the most damage with just a simple jab or bite. She was quite spirited after and Harry wanted to shag her seven ways sideways against the tree but needed to get back to the Burrow.





Harry had shown up at her room the second night with plenty of vigor still intact, however, and they had spent a good amount of time locked together at the crotch. They talked a lot post coital, hurriedly enthusing to each other in low voices about setting boundaries and how far they wanted to go. He once again tried his best to explain just how strong he felt towards seeing her tied up at his hand; how the way she willingly and flexibly fell into his structured styles were an intense aphrodisiac, and his ideas for rigging were only growing more complicated with each image.







She had agreed with him about that aspect of their “play”. Luna told him that feeling herself put on display like that for him was just as intense for her; that she loved the ritual of his setting up the binds and feeling literally placed in his stronghold. She said that when he stretched her cunt completely open, she felt put under a spell, like she was drugged. Actually, she had used the word, vagina when she said that, but Harry made her change it. Listening to her breathy dirty talk was intoxicating in itself, and he would insist she repeat him saying the most foul, fucked-up, sexually dirty phrases he could think of.





However, knowing her take on things was extremely helpful, too, in putting his kinks into perspective. When he expressed regret at his behavior in such a critical spot for her, he worried that he had summoned bad memories by getting violent with her in a place she already associated with assault. Luna had become pensive at that but regarded the act differently.





She had used the cupboard as an example, saying she had hoped that by utilizing the setting the way they did it had altered its significance; that she was hopeful Harry no longer thought of the place in only negative terms because of the new memories they had made for him. She said that she thought of their time like that in the same way. Harry was impressed by her maturity of the situation. She really was a very smart, thoughtful girl, and this only furthered his pride and admiration for her.





The boy had spent an awful lot of their remaining hours rimming her bountiful arse and this gave him some courage to ask her about anally penetrating her with his cock. He was a little nervous about it, but too excited by the notion to worry, eager to hear her approval. Luna still seemed a little unsure by his desire for it, but she admitted that what he did there was very pleasurable. She took a deep breath then suggested that perhaps the next evening together they could try it. Harry smiled, thinking that it would most likely become his very best birthday present ever.





When they met the next day at their station in the woods, he had let his imagination go a little wild. Those photos from the internet still burning in his mind, he had approached his ropework with a little more flair. He knew he wasn’t trained or skilled at what the masters he’d culled from were capable of, but he cast a bit of a levitation spell on her body so it didn’t hang too heavy in her restraints. He was sensitive to her comfort still, and wanted the experience to be good for her, too.





Oh, Merlin, the sounds she made! Probably a little too loudly, and he’d chastened her about the volume, but he’d loved hearing it all the same. Luna had looked positively, absolutely gorgeous held up in his vision and the power of it had seared him. When he’d fucked her, his fingers buried in her sphincter as he moved, the boy had whispered that he loved her, so far gone in the moment was he mentally.





Once he had sprung her free and the two teens worked some more on a few hexes, he thought about what he had said and how much had he really meant it. What did that mean, exactly, to be in love with someone? He wasn’t sure if he understood the concept yet, but he knew only that he did love her as the person she was and for what she had given him. He had never before felt this at ease with another soul, to have bared so much of himself to another, and it surely left a lasting effect on the young man.





Arriving at her house late that night, Luna had greeted him looking embarrassed and more than a little green. She was quite upset as she explained to Harry that whatever her father had attempted to make for dinner had not agreed with her and she had been sick in the bathroom for the last three hours. The girl seemed more distraught that she was disappointing him, but Harry assured her that it was okay, that he was more concerned for her health and wondered what he could do to help. He had finally managed to slide next to her in her bed and coo into her ear while he rubbed her disgruntled belly. When she had settled into a more relaxed repose, Harry had languidly masturbated her to a small orgasm.





After she woke him up a little while later, she begged him to allow her to please him orally. Harry was worried about her condition and how that might affect her gag reflex, but she said she was feeling better under his attention and wanted to make him feel good in her gratitude. With Harry dazedly laying on his back and his legs open, Luna had sat between them and bent to her muse. He was enjoying the feel of her tongue swirling across the head of his prick as her hand slid in its obeisance, but when she had gobbled him up a second later and a finger had floated to his puckered hole, he had jumped in surprise. Luna choked slightly at that, but remained unabashed as she asked to whet him for the protrusion. Harry had confessed to her before that he’d fingered himself and liked it, but couldn’t help feel a bit shocked that she would want to do it for him. He agreed straight away, however.







Having her tongue flicking over his anus while her hand worked his prick felt deliciously dirty, but it got even better a few minutes later when she switched her mouth back to suck down hard on his length as two of her digits split him and started to move in tandem with her head motions. He came so hard he felt downright guilty at what he expected was a copious amount of spunk down her throat. Luna purred afterwards. It had been difficult to leave at the dawn.





Yet he was awake and giddy now, feeling more optimistic than he had in weeks and raring to go. When he hopped out of bed, he felt spooked for a moment at the sight of his best mate in the next bed over staring at him with quite a bit of intensity. Ron glared at him like he’d just done something wrong and Harry scrambled in his brain to think of what heinous act he might have inflicted upon his friend in the last few days of their cohabitation.





“Uh, mornin’. You’re up early, Ron. Didn’t expect to see you conscious for another hour or two,” he joked somewhat lamely. He was definitely getting some weird vibes that were quickly making him uncomfortable.





“Yeah, well, we got a celebration today, don’t we? Actually figured you’d be the one needing some sleep, Harry,” Ron commented with a decidedly insinuating arch of his brow. Harry frowned while he tried to glean the vague inference at the gesture.





“Er, no, feeling pretty rested. Did…I…do something…wrong, yesterday, by chance?” he inquired with his own reach of the eyebrows.





“I dunno, did you?” Ron challenged as his eyes narrowed to slits. Okay, totally weird. This was going nowhere fast.





“Nooo, don’t believe so. Well, this is all riveting, but I’m heading to the bathroom for a shower, if that’s alright. I’ll see you down at breakfast.”





And with that he grabbed his jeans and a clean shirt and underwear to make his way out the door. He got to the little room happy to see that it was free of any occupants; he had a feeling Hermione and Ginny were still asleep, and swiftly ran through his morning ablutions before jumping into the tub for a vigorous wash. He ruminated on Ron’s odd mood, and then slowly recalled him acting a bit off the night before at dinner. Harry couldn’t escape the feeling that he’d inadvertently done something to piss off his friend. He supposed Ron would come clean eventually and he’d just have to wait for the spark of resentment to build up to its inevitable climax. It wasn’t as if Harry hadn’t become wholly familiar with Ron’s brief flashes of envy every so often.





Down in the kitchen, Molly was very charged and enthusiastic about the day’s planned events. She had asked him the day before what he wanted to do for his momentous birthday and Harry hadn’t wanted her to go to any trouble, especially in light of the following day’s frenzy. The kindly woman had cried nonsense at the idea, insisting it was a special day and that they would make it a memorable occasion as best they could; she suggested a small, familial get-together. Harry had been very touched. She talked warmly to him now as she ran down the meal she was preparing for him and the boy felt a special kinship with her, as if he had graduated to a new level of bonding with the woman in which they could regard each other as adults who held great affection for each other.





When Harry was back upstairs, he noticed the girls were now up and about as Ron moped around in their room. The preoccupied Weasley told his mate that he had some stuff to discuss with Hermione and then disappeared out the door. Meanwhile, Harry tried to get a batch of clothes together to wash before he would have no chance to repack in the chaos of the wedding. He had made a trip down to the laundry room, where Molly had fussed and insisted she would take care of it. As he ran his way back up to the bedroom he was sharing with Ron to tackle his next chore, a door opened on his right and Ginny’s bright face peered out at him.





“Hey, birthday boy, can I speak to you for a moment?” she had asked him with a good amount of cheer. Harry regarded her curiously before responding.





“Er, yeah, sure. What’s up?” Ginny opened her door wider and motioned to him with her hand to come inside. Harry looked to each side of him to see where Ron might be before taking steps to the inside of her lair. He somehow knew Hermione would not be waiting for them inside.





When Ginny closed the door behind her, Harry glanced around the room with some interest. He’d never actually been in here before and seeing the imprint of her personality spread all around the space was illuminating. From her Harpies posters to her brightly colored aquamarine comforter, to the random glossy photos of Wizard rock stars pinned above her desk, including a lovely realistic drawing of her that Harry expected had been rendered by Dean, he sized up her evident girlishness with an amused interest. This was so her room, and for a self-proclaimed tomboy, it was nice to note that Ginny embraced her femininity with such empowerment.





He scanned his emerald gaze over her at last, immediately zeroing in on the fact that her buttons were opened right down to her cleavage. She wore a checkered shirt of greens and blues with a pair of very short shorts on. In fact, they were so short, he seriously doubted her mother would let her get out of the house with them still on. The brazen teen could feel his libido jump quickly to the surface of his skin and in his groin as he took in her pose; that desire constantly just under the lid of his senses like a camouflaged beast in the sand ready to snap up its dinner.





Back at Hogwarts, Harry had very briefly been able to cop a feel of her modest sized breasts in their most ardent snogging sessions, but she had been quick to move his hands away while continuing to wrap her tongue around his tonsils. Small though they may be, they fit nicely in his hand with a determination insisting they were every bit as tasty as any comparatively bigger bust. The newly of age wizard found the suggestion of their reveal now to be highly arousing and wondered just what she was planning for their “talk”.





“Happy seventeenth, Harry,” she gushed, smiling brilliantly at him. Harry returned the infectious gaze with his own creeping curve of his lips. He watched her with a calculating air.





“So, I just wanted to give you your birthday present while it was still quiet. Something for you to think about later while you’re tracking whatever it is you three are headed for. You know, in case you run into a Veela or something I wanted you to remember me.”





She moved towards him in a slinking walk and then she was pressing her body and her lips up against him. Harry responded right away, pulling her torso into him as his hands curved around her bottom and molded her to his pelvis. He heard her gasp as she backed away from his mouth for a second, but then he was grabbing behind her head and devouring her lips again. The enflamed teen walked her back into the wall and leaned against her heavily, slightly thrusting upwards from his crotch as his hands pulled her wrists from around his neck and pinned them up over her head. When he spoke to her, his voice was deep but he kept it measured enough not to give away the extent of his lust. He smiled again wickedly as he tugged on her bottom lip with his teeth then regarded her with his smoldering emerald fire glinting through his glasses.







“Is there more where that came from?” he asked with a hint of amusement.





Ginny’s eyes got big and her mouth hung a little open in a way that did nothing to shake the powerfully erotic images dancing behind his eyes. He wondered how her cheeks would look with his prick stuffed inside her gob. There was no denying that the girl was most definitely turned on as Harry skimmed the points of her nipples extending from her shirt. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Harry could sense that he was comparing Ginny to Luna in her reaction, noting again how different the two girls were, but wondering all the same how the youngest and prettiest Weasley would flower under his tutelage. Would she get into being dominated the way Luna so obviously enjoyed?





Part of his brain detached and accumulated the data as if he were deep in research on the power of sex and its effects on the female anatomy. Just how much would Ginny gush when he coaxed her orgasm with his tongue and hands? Would she moan like Luna or would she be more demure? He could hardly expect the girl to be silent in anything, she was such a spitfire. He bet she was wild in the sack and this pushed him further even as he felt that tinge of betrayal towards his Ravenclaw beauty.





“Wha—what, um…do you, uh, want?” she asked tremulously, and her fear in the moment as she tripped over her words only spiked his ardor.





He crouched slightly so he was staring full in her face right into her eyes and intoned most lasciviously in barely a whisper, “Oh, I can think of a few things.”





Then he was kissing her again as one of his hands left her wrist to snake its way down to that nexus of pulsing desire. She choked in his mouth as his fingers slid into that v and fluttered against the cruelly covered petals of her sex. But then all of a sudden there was a crash at the door and Harry pulled back away from her sharply as he turned to see Ron standing in the threshold with a menacing glare.





“What the fuck are you up to?” he demanded with a simmering fury. Ginny flushed bright red before getting her bearings together and shouting at her brother.





“Ron! Who the bloody hell do you think you are barging into my room, you great prat!” she hollered, while Hermione fretted in the hallway. “I’m telling mum if you don’t get out of here right now!” she threatened.





Ron just looked at her with condescension while his sarcasm dripped in his goading. “Oh, really? You want to tell mum what you were doing with Harry, do you? That should be a laugh.” Ginny had the sense to look chastened for a second, but then that fire was back in her eyes.





Harry decided to take control of the situation before it got any worse.





“Ron, it’s nothing. We were just…talking and your sister wanted to give me her present. Let’s not get into a tiff about it,” he directed as he started to exit her room. Ron only turned his glare to Harry with an air of incredulity.





“Present. Right.” Then he walked out as Hermione stumbled into the space he vacated with an apologetic face.





“Um, I tried to keep him out, sorry,” she mumbled. Harry only shook his head with a purse of his lips as if to imply the matter was not worthy of her worry. He headed out of the girls’ room without looking back as he followed Ron back to their own. Ron waited till Harry had stepped inside before walking over to close the door. He turned to his friend still agitated but with some sort of acceptance that Harry was perplexed by.





He spoke quietly now. “You broke up with her, Harry. You shouldn’t be messing her about; that’s hardly fair.”





Now it was Harry’s turn to blush as his guilt bloomed to the surface. Ron had a point and the teen tried to will his control issues back down to a manageable status. His cockiness was completely remiss at a time like this.





“Er, I know. I didn’t mean for that to happen, really. She asked me in and it just got out of hand. Sorry, it won’t happen again, Ron.”





He felt that the other boy was going to have to ditch the overprotective older brother act soon as he didn’t think it was endearing him to his sister at this point, but at the same time he understood it. However, Ron being so territorial over Ginny was still a little creepy, and he wondered when it got beyond just concern for a family member. He tried to appease the boy now with his assurances.





Ron turned to his bed to pull a package off of it and then threw it into Harry’s lap in one motion. The boy grunted as it barely missed hitting him in the nuts, but he glanced at it curiously to see brightly colored paper around a rectangular shape.





“Happy Birthday, git,” Ron muttered as he waited for the boy to tear away the paper. “I’d rather you didn’t open it in front of my mum,” he explained tightly.





Harry looked down at the parcel and determined it was most likely a book by the feel of it. Heh, Ron giving a book as a gift; Hermione had most definitely been an influence on him. When he ripped back the wrapping, he took in the title with some mirth.





“Twelve Fail Safe Ways To Charm Witches, eh? Uh, thanks, Ron,” he tried to offer sincerely as his grin kept getting bigger.





“Yeah, whatever, I realize it’s probably useless and totally stupid to you, but at the time I saw it, I thought was quite brilliant,” he stated dully. Harry tried to get him out of his mood.





“Did you look through it? Anything I should read first?” he smirked.





Ron’s cheeks tinged slightly pink when he acknowledged with a shrug that he had read the whole thing. Harry asked him with a wiggle of his brows if he had tried any of the tips out on any particular lady yet, but Ron didn’t rise to the bait and when he looked at Harry he appeared almost sad. The wizard was once again hopelessly aware of the fact that there was something going on here that he just wasn’t getting. He debated being forthright about the whole situation and just asking Ron plain as day to explain himself, but decided against it if Ron wasn’t ready to talk. He knew how he personally felt being badgered about his frequent silent brooding. Hermione would drive him barmy trying to force a heart-to-heart.





He let the moment pass and then soon they were all downstairs watching Harry open the rest of his presents. When he opened the box from Molly and Arthur to see the watch they had given him in special recognition of his seventeenth, she had explained away the second-hand appearance of the face by noting that it had belonged to her brother, as if she had felt bad that they couldn’t give him a new one. Harry hugged her fiercely to show her in no uncertain terms how moved he felt about the gift.







Later on, as other guests popped in to share Harry’s birthday feast with him, Remus gave him a strong handshake as he greeted him, Tonks glowing by his side. There had been a mixture of emotion welled up in the man’s eyes that reminded Harry just how much a part of his parents’ lives his former professor had been. He felt bothered by his recent shows of aggression towards the man and tried to be humble in his presence now, giving him a warm pat on the back as he welcomed the pair into the dining room.





It was after the celebratory meal, however, and a heaping slice of Mrs. Weasley’s glorious cake shaped like a gold snitch, that Remus had pulled Harry aside and asked to speak with him in private for a moment. Harry acquiesced and they stepped into the Weasley laundry room behind the kitchen. As he looked at the man expectantly, he noticed Remus try to mentally prepare himself for whatever it was he was about to say.





“Well, first Harry, I just wanted to let you know how proud I am of you and how you’ve matured over the years. You’ve had to deal with a lot and you’ve always risen to the occasion admirably with courage and empathy. I know that your mum and dad would be….so proud,” Remus’ eyes watered and he got a little choked up, but quickly recovered as he coughed into his wadded up mangy handkerchief. Harry felt out and out ashamed at the way he’d been treating him now.





“Um, I bought you something, but I didn’t want to share it with everyone else, and you’ll see why in a second. Dora doesn’t even know about it, so it will just be between you and me, alright?” he assured the boy. Harry was definitely intrigued by this prologue and was eager to see the contents of the package Remus now handed him.





“Thanks, Professor,” he spoke out of habit as he took the gift from the man. Remus huffed at the title.





“Now, Harry, I told you before, no need to call me that anymore. Remus is just fine,” he encouraged.





Harry tore away the paper deftly as that was all he’d been doing today, and when he turned to look at the cover of what was clearly another book, his heart stopped mid-beat as he froze with a feeling of dread looming up from his gut.





The title read, in rather ornate script, A Different Side to a Wizard’s Love: The Role of Dominance and Submission in Sexual Dynamics. Harry just stared at it for several minutes as he furiously tried to come up with a reason why Remus would be giving this to him. Remus coughed again, and the boy finally tore his eyes away to stare up at his mentor with a horrified expression.





“Now, Harry, I don’t want you to be alarmed at what I’m about to tell you. It’s just a natural progression of your sexuality and I don’t want you to think you’ve done anything wrong,” his father’s friend began hesitantly. Harry was getting alarmed anyway despite the man’s protests. In fact, warning bells were going off like mad in his brain.





“Um, I’ve been on the patrol to guard your house while you were at your aunt and uncle’s over the summer, as you may already know. Well, at least I know that you’re aware you have security at all points around the area.” The warning bells were now klaxons blaring in his head.





“It was during one of those watches that I, uh, came upon you picnicking with one of your schoolmates. Miss Lovegood, I believe it was.”





Harry just stood petrified as he listened to his teacher. He wanted to gulp, but there was no spit left in his throat; he couldn't even blink. His whole body burned and he was completely speechless. If he’d had any function left in his arms, he’d be covering his face about now.







“Please, don’t be embarrassed. I know how mortified you must feel to hear this, but let us just say I’m aware of the fact that your relationship with the young woman is quite sexual, and uh, very driven at that. I’m not here to chastise you, Harry, but I just want you to have all the information you need. This is a very serious step in a young person’s life and it’s egregiously clear that you have received no guidance from your family over the years,” he said as he shook his head sadly.





“I despaired many times at my tenure with Hogwarts that there wasn’t any kind of program offered in the curriculum where students would be able to gain the knowledge they needed for their sexual health. Madam Pomfrey could hardly be expected to show every woman in those walls how to prepare a contraception potion now, could she?”





He stopped for a moment to watch Harry’s reaction, but the boy was still staring back eyes wide. Remus looked a bit wistful as he tried another approach.





“The thing you have to understand, Harry, is that the Wizarding world is not quite an open atmosphere in regards to sex as people seem to share on the Muggle side,” he explained carefully. “I suppose we’re still very far behind Muggles in that realm, and you probably think the mindset old-fashioned, but it’s there and something to be considered very strongly when you’re conducting yourself around others. It’s not as if pre-marital sex doesn’t ever happen with wizards and witches, because Merlin knows that would be a fallacy, but people don’t talk about it in a public forum and it is usually dealt with under the rug, as it were.”





Harry was slowly coming out of his shock as he tried to absorb the information Remus was giving him. He could certainly see how that was true, as he’d watched enough Muggle telly to know that there was a vast difference in how sexuality was perceived by both cultures. It had never occurred to him to ask Hermione what she thought about the gap and how she viewed the implicit hypocrisy in such an outdated attitude, that would have been way too embarrassing. Even the wizard porn was dramatically different, Harry noted, the few magazines he had seen Seamus produce were almost tasteful in the shots of barely nude witches laying atop their brooms and such.





Remus continued by asking some questions.





“I can expect that you two are using a method of contraceptive, right?” Harry nodded his head at the prompting, but didn’t expound further.





“Please tell me you’re not just pulling out at the time of ejaculation, because that is nowhere near fool-proof,” he queried in that catechizing way of his. Harry finally joined the one-sided conversation.





“No,” he croaked, but then cleared his throat as he continued in a stronger voice. “Luna’s on a potion. It keeps her safe from diseases, too, although I was a virgin when I…” he stopped realizing he might be giving too much away.





Lupin widened his eyes in surprise at that. “I see. Well, that’s unusual for a fifteen year old pureblood witch, but good for her if she’s on top of things. I know she’s very close to her father, but I worry how she fares without a mother around to tell her about these things.”





“She’s sixteen,” Harry corrected. “Her birthday was over Easter hols.”





He looked at the cover of the book again and thought perhaps that he might take advantage of this opportunity to get some much needed answers for his several thousand questions regarding the daunting world of intercourse. When he looked at Remus again, he took on a more determined mien and tossed away any worry about embarrassing himself. Obviously, his old teacher had seen enough to know that Harry was into something a little different.





“So, does this book explain why I like to tie Luna up?” he asked boldly. Remus started for a second, but then smoothed his features back into a calm and caring facade.





“Well, uh, yes, it certainly offers some theories on the psychology behind such…uh, propensity for that. This is to give you a sense of how you can navigate the tricky emotional landscape as well as the things you absolutely have to know in regards to your health. If you wish to…er, bind her or overpower her, you have to be very careful that you don’t do anything that veers into harmful territory. This style of foreplay can easily become dangerous if you’re not informed. You can do a lot of damage with a belt, Harry. You don’t want to create a tourniquet or cut off any breathing by accident.”





The man imparted the serious nature of the consequences with a shake of his finger. He attempted to glean more information by softening his tone.





“Am I to infer by your question then that this happens fairly often?” he frowned before Harry could respond. “Just how long has this relationship been sexual, anyway?”





Harry appraised the concerned teacher as he sized up just how much he should divulge in the details. He didn’t want to reveal everything, but at the same time he felt committed enough to Luna to continue using this man as a resource for her sake.





“It started the night Dumbledore was murdered,” he stated flatly. His expression to Lupin was blank, but his eyes sparked as he watched the man blanch. “And yeah, once I started, I haven’t been able to stop, really. It’s, uh, definitely a focal point in the, uh, foreplay.”





Remus looked at him compassionately. “Oh, Harry,” he sighed as he shook his head. Harry felt annoyed at that. He decided to go for shocking.





“What about the spanking? Does that make me a complete freak if I get off on that, too?”





Remus was really struggling to keep himself composed, and Harry admired the man’s effort.





“Um, well, I think that this book will address that, as well. I’m afraid I couldn’t really give you any insight there, as it’s not something I’m familiar with, but I know enough to understand that everybody’s sexuality is different, and that you’re not a freak just because you find these things enticing. I suspect you’ve been through the type of experiences in your young life that might find solace in that sort of control. Obviously, most people have not been through what you have, you can’t really compare yourself to others that way, Harry, but it doesn’t make you a bad person, or anything.”





The teenager actually derived some comfort from that and he tried to reign in his immature need to one up the man. Still, he regarded the Order member with some suspicion.





“You’re a werewolf, Remus, and you’re telling me you’ve never had any problems letting your dark side take over when it comes to shagging?”





Instead of getting sheepish, Remus focused his gaze very seriously at Harry.





“It’s a struggle every day, Harry, but I’ve spent many a year keeping a tight enough lid on it that, no, I don’t let it get the best of me during sexual intimacy.”





“Oh,” popped out Harry letting the gravity of his words weigh on him. He supposed the consequences for Remus losing control would be quite severe. He considered what else he might discuss while he had the chance; they’d been tucked away back here for quite some time now, surely they’d be interrupted soon.





“Can I ask you a question about plain old sex, then?” he proposed. Remus snickered at that and smiled.





“Of course, Harry, ask away. I’m here to help.”





Harry beaded his eyes as he contemplated his next question.





“What about anal sex? Is that thought of as weird in the wizarding world, too? I mean, is it practiced a lot or is it kind of rare? I know it’s sort of taboo with some Muggles, but pretty much prolific in pornography. My cousin has quite a lot of it in his collection,” he offered by way of explanation.





Remus choked again. When he looked up at Harry, the boy felt he was probably close to his last straw.





“Uh, yeah, alright. Uhhhh, so, you’re already experimenting with that, are you? I, uh, yeah,…that’s quite young for you both to be interested in pursuing already, don’t you think? Are you absolutely sure that Luna is in agreement?” he hedged.





Harry felt sure of his answer. “Well, she thinks I’m kind of odd for wanting it but acknowledges that it feels good. We, you know, have already, er, fingered each other there, and I like going down on her there, too. I think she’s maybe worried about, uh,” and here Harry could feel his face grow hot again, “well, I guess there’s a concern for a mess or something, you know, considering how it’s usually used. But I feel pretty confident it’ll be alright,” he quickly enthused.





Lupin grew thoughtful again before he answered this time.





“You understand, Harry, that there are definitely health issues in this. You do need to make sure you don’t give the girl an infection. There are some charms that are meant to clean any passageways as preparation, as well as some lubrication spells. That book does cover the basics.” He tried to expand on the idea from another angle.





“It is certainly a powerful connection, Harry, when both partners are willing. It’s quite a potent experience from both a male and female perspective. Just promise me you’ll be exceedingly careful in the execution. It’s easy to tear things if you’re too rough or too eager to penetrate her. Make sure she has the time to accommodate you, alright?” He looked at Harry with the full expectation that the young man would understand the seriousness of their subject matter. He’d dropped his uneasiness by this time, and Harry earnestly took in his instruction with the attention it deserved. Luna was relying on him not to damage her again.





“Oh, yeah, yeah, of course. I totally want it to be good for her. I promise I’ll be careful.”





Remus shifted as he started to notice the sounds from the kitchen behind them. He looked back at Harry with an expression the boy couldn’t decipher.





“I wish I could help you more, Harry, but it’s just not the time for it. So much is at stake right now that the idea of dealing with this stuff is a sharp reminder to me just how much you’ve been denied. If there were something I could do to make it up to you, but ah, well, you’re a man now, and one to be reckoned with at that. I can only give you a pat on the back and wish you the best of luck, my friend.”





As in emphasis to his declaration, Remus actually slapped Harry on the back and then shook his hand again. Harry looked over the book once more before shrinking it down to fit in his back pocket. Remus approved with a nod. No sooner had he done that, they could both hear Mrs. Weasley calling for him. The two stepped out from the back room as she looked over in surprise, but then informed Harry he had a visitor in the front room as Mr. Weasley had just brought home the Minister, Rufus Scrimgeour, for the festivities. Harry was surprised by this, but gave Lupin one last glance before he turned towards the living room.







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By the time Harry had escaped out of the window and was on his way to Luna’s waiting arms, it had been well after midnight. The sexually frustrated teen was now gagging for it, having a whole day away from her body had been a test, alright, as he was quick to fall into their patterns of availability. When he zoomed through her open window, Luna was waiting in her iridescent see-through purple panties, dangling dirigible plum earrings and nothing else.





As his hands circled around her, he could smell the strong scent of strawberries from her hair. He ran his fingers through the tresses; it was still wet in patches, but gleaming. Ever since Harry had begun tending to her mane, it had grown lustrous and thick. The boy was very pleased to see she maintained the upkeep, and he knew she was doing it for him.





“Mmmmm, baby, I missed you,” he crooned into her ear. The girl vibrated under him in her eagerness while her hands were already creeping under his shirt to pull it upwards. Harry stepped back and held his arms up in the air as a sign for her to continue, and when she tugged it over his head, careful not to catch the material against the frame of his glasses; she bowed before him and gripped around his backside in reverence, her face rubbing up against the crotch of his thin pajama pants. The noises that emitted from her vocal chords were needy and worshipful and Harry had already grown hard at such a display of subservience.





When he spoke again, his voice was strong and commanding, deep in its timbre. “Do you want me in your mouth, Luna? Tell me what you want to do,” he permitted.





“Oh. Yes, please, Harry. I want to suck your big cock very much, please let me make it good for you,” she breathed, already immersed in her role and ready to show him her devout commitment. Her fingers scrambled up to grab at his waistband tremulously, but Harry put a hand down to stop her and pulled her head back with a little tug, his fingers tufted firmly in her crown. She looked up at him expectantly with those saucer eyes that gave Harry a stiffy every time he thought about them now.





“Put your hands behind your back for me.” The girl immediately complied, crossing them at the wrist as her breasts jutted out with the action.





“I’m going to move and you’re going to sit still like my very special girl, okay? Let me see you open your mouth wide,” he instructed and watching that maw stretch for him was most flattering.





He kept his fingers gripped around the pale blonde strands as his other hand yanked his pants over each hip. He pulled them low enough for his cock to escape, which by now was boinging up to greet its attendee. When he pulled her head slowly towards his pelvic girdle, fitting her over his his steely desire for her and sliding right to the back of her throat, he felt a rush akin to grabbing hold of the snitch during the champion game. Luna gagged a little trying to adjust around him while someone else controlled the movements, but she quickly recovered and sucked her cheeks concave as she moaned into his skin. Harry pulled her head back slowly until only the helmeted end of his prick remained inside.







“Gods, you’re so good, luv,” he cooed. He tilted her head slightly upwards. “Show me how much you love my cock, baby. I want you to suck on the tip of my knob like it’s the best Licorice Wand that Honeydukes ever produced.” Okay, maybe that was a bit too much, Harry mentally noted, but he really liked watching girls suck on those things every trip into Hogsmeade.





Regardless, Luna went with the image it provided and swirled her tongue and nibbled and made sucking noises just like she was enjoying the sweet. When she closed her eyes to revel in her adulation, Harry gripped her hair tighter and demanded she open them. They quickly flew wide again. Then Harry moved to push himself back in her mouth while he pulled her to him in the same motion. He held her head to his pubis and groaned at how the girl shifted her tongue at the base and held back her teeth as she grunted and tried to swallow. When he pulled her back off of him again, she breathed in gustily but continued to work her skills to keep him in her mouth.





“I guess you’re feeling better today, luv.” The girl nodded her head at that while still deep in her blowjob. Harry praised her as he thought about what he was planning next.





“Good girl. I hope you’re ready then, because I’m going to push you tonight, sex kitten. You’ll like that, won’t you? Now, get those luscious lips off of me and get your arse on the bed this minute.”





He watched with satisfaction as the girl literally bound away from him and jumped up on her bed like an overeager puppy. When she turned to look at him with a hungry heavy-lidded gaze, her hand automatically reached up to tweak her own nipple and she moaned. Harry walked over to her and smacked her on the knuckles as she fondled herself.





“No, no. Those are mine. You want me to tug on them with my teeth till you scream or not? I’m not sharing,” he scolded.





The girl whimpered and reached for his neck and he finally met her lips in a burning kiss. Luna was practically ready to levitate off the bed when he was done and her grip around his neck wouldn’t let go as he moved backwards to undress. He smacked her ripe buttock and admonished her again before resuming with more directions.





“Get on all fours. Stick that beautiful arse out for me, baby. I’m going to worship it tonight.” Watching her comply so readily was a gigantic thrill for Harry; he imagined he could never tire of it. Soon he was on his knees behind her as he conformed to her body. He talked low in her ear in what he hoped was a sexy rumble.





“I want you to grab hold of the grill on your headboard because I’m going to tie them to the bars. You know what to do after that, kitten.”





The girl’s baby whispers drove him absolutely crazy, but he held himself in check as she gave him her breathy yes. Once he’d flourished his wand to her wrists and muttered the incantation for the binding spell, she immediately settled into the position and moved her knees outward, effectively opening herself up to him. Her back slunk low in its inverted arch as her bottom protruded upwards. Harry could already tell by the strong scent that her petals were soaked before he even pulled down her knickers. Seeing the evidence of it only stoked his heated arousal for her.





He slipped the pretty, shimmery material under her knees as he moaned his approval.





“Oh, yeah, you’re soaking for me, aren’t you, luv? Tell me how badly you want me to split you open, Luna. I want to hear you beg me before I fuck you.”





The girl was quaking now as she attempted to answer him. Harry wanted to eat her need for him in that moment as if it were a bloodied steak as her submission assailed his senses like feathers. He wondered if this was what it felt like to be a God. He cast his wand over his hands to clean them.





“Please, Harry, I want you so much. I’ll do anything for you. I want you to fuck me so hard. I want to be your good girl.” Her request finished in a teary sob and Harry got worried for a second. He put his hand to her back to calm her, changing his voice to a soothing murmur as he cajoled her back down from her slight hysteria.





“It’s okay, baby. I’m going to take care of you, aren’t I?” he assuaged, plunging three fingers inside her as he spoke. She cried out at the feel of him and then she was quickly moving on his triumvirate to attain her first orgasm of the night.





“That’s my girl; fuck my fingers just like that. You’re such a greedy thing, and I’ve got lots to give you before we’re done.”





He put his hand to her hip as he helped her thrusting along and watched her slickness coat him well before he decided to switch hands. He pulled out his juiced up digits and swirled them around her rosy tight hole further up. Luna relaxed her muscles at his touch and his fingers moved in one at a time, pumping and massaging her channel as his other set of appendages folded back into her open cunt.





“Gods, you feel good. Now, before we do anything new, Luna, I’m going to do a few spells on you, okay? You’re going to feel a bit of itchiness inside your bum, but then it’ll get sort of cool and be coated with a gel. I practiced it on myself already, so don’t worry about anything,” he hastened to add.







Thank Merlin for Remus’ gift, he thought. He really had practiced the spells on his own arse, locked in the bathroom while trying not to let the bustle of the house distract him. It had been tricky doing the wand movements backwards at first, but then he had climbed in the tub and reached down between his legs. It had sort of turned him on, but he refused to wank so he could save it all up for his angel. Now he could feel the fluctuations in her core alert him to her oncoming climax. He didn’t have long to wait before she was mewling and groaning while her body jerked over his grip on her sex.





“There you go, baby. Is my little sex freak ready for more?” The girl could only shake her head enthusiastically as she shuddered.





Harry looked down at his leaking member and could feel the throb of it like a second heartbeat. It wouldn’t have too long to wait. When he took out his soaking fingers he sucked them clean and then ran his tongue over both holes in one long swipe like a cat bathing its litter. He was getting pretty overeager himself at this point and he tried to focus on his control once more as he prepared to cast the new charms. He casually kissed one cheek of her bum before raising himself up on his knees and intoning the correct Latin. Luna had calmed down as she listened to him with some curiosity. Her body shivered as she felt the glide of moisture in her rear.





Harry leaned up against her bum and let his prick slide up the outside of it. He felt quite masculine in this position and he let the testosterone pump through him as he got ready to claim her again. Luna’s trembling returned, but he slid his prick to the engorged center of her sex for a few thrusts, not even moving past the center but making sure to coat the tip in her cum as more lubricant for her protection. When he took out the glazed cock, he exhaled deeply as he pushed it up against her tight ring; his hand stroking the small of her back down to her crease as a way to relax her.





He bid her to bear down for a second while he pressed his weepy head at her entrance, and when she breathed out heavily he felt her open enough for him to nudge inside. Harry felt his prick breech the muscle and he reminded her to keep breathing loosely while he paused. The boy’s body shifted to lean over her and press himself to her back, bearing his weight on one hand as it flattened against the mattress. With his other hand, he curved it around her mons and folded his thumb against her nub, pressing up and down with squishy sounds as he coaxed her to spread her knees further.





He began thrusting against her very, very lightly, yet feeling his prick slide deeper with each ridge. The girl started to moan low in her throat as she felt him enter her. After several minutes of this, Harry could feel his balls brush her flesh as he delved all the way in. He stopped for a brief moment and just reveled in the sensation. She felt amazingly tight and hot like his prick had just been cinched up in velvet too close to a fire. When Harry started to move again, Luna moved with him and he looked up to see her white-knuckled grip on the bars of her bed loosen up. The cords around her wrists kept her fast in her place, though.







The boy completely folded his body around hers now as he whispered encouragements in her ear, licking the shell and biting her lobe as he sped up his motions just a few beats. He was gliding in and out of her smoothly now and he felt proud of the both of them for accomplishing this without injury or humiliation. He focused on her clitoris once more and swirled her pearly wetness around the skin with a steady rhythm that mesmerized the witch.





After a while, Harry’s hunger started to peak and now his pace picked up while his sweet endearments turned nasty. Luna mewled as he pinched and tugged at her protruding nub.





“You want me to go deeper, don’t you, dirty girl. I bet you’d love for me to stuff both holes so full you’d be cumming for hours.” Luna gutturally moaned her assent, but then he followed it with a sudden spasmodic thrust deep inside of her and she practically barked.





“Tell me, Luna. I want to hear you say it. Tell me you want me to stuff every hole,” Harry insisted with a hiss as if he were about to break out in Parseltongue.





“O-o-ooh, gods, oh yes, Harry, I want it. Stuff me until I’m filled with you. I want to drown in your cum, Harry,” she cried raggedly.





Something inside the boy snapped at that and he was suddenly moving her forward until her face was pressed up against the bars. He kept going, though, shifting her so that her torso slid upwards of the determent and moving her bound hands up to the horizontal bar that ran across the top. His knees folded under her bum as he lifted her enough to resettle on his prick at the new angle and then he was bobbing her up and down in a frantic rush. Luna got even louder, enough for the boy to worry about the strength of the silencing charms, and when his eyes landed on her school tie of blues and silvers around the bed's post, he grabbed it on impulse and brought it around her mouth, tying it quickly behind her head as he gagged her. He brought his mouth back up to her ear.









“You alright, then? I expect you to shake your head no vigorously if you need me to stop, understand?” Luna nodded her affirmative and added a whine for effect.





He resumed his throaty spiel, but then flattened the girl to the metal frame. He pushed against her until her breasts poked through the bars and then the boy curved his hands around either side of her and tightened his fingers to her nipples, pulling them ridiculously taut as he felt his knuckles graze the wall. He fucked her so hard as he thrust upwards on her bed he thought he might go blind.





“Holy Christ, you fucking freak, you’re mine, I’m going to bury myself in your arse; I wanna feel you pour all over me, bitch. You’re my cunt, you’re my fucking slave,” he moaned hoarsely.





By the time he was ready to explode, he barely had any voice left and with one final groan, he bit the soft flesh between her neck and shoulder as he released his hot seed into her arse, his hands having left the torture of her tits and wrapping around her waist in a vice. His vision went white in the moment, but then the room loomed back slowly from his periphery. When he could see again, he looked around the bed for his glasses and was glad he hadn’t crushed them in the commotion. Luna had slumped backwards against him and now she hung limply from her ties.







“Luna? Luv? Are you okay?” he worried for a moment as she lay appearing unconscious.





After a second, her eyes popped open and she blinked a few times as she tried to assess her surroundings. Harry lifted her slightly so he could slide out of her, feeling the rivulets of his spunk chase the exiting shaft. It pooled around the base of his cock as he left the sanctity of her orifice. He reached over to untie her binds, freeing first her mouth before moving to her forearms. Once she was loose, her full weight fell against him and he cradled her in his arms, murmuring over her form. When Luna finally spoke it was with an awe-struck waver.







“That was so powerful, Harry. I didn’t really expect to have an orgasm that way; I just wanted to please you. Thank you so much, Harry. You make me feel so blessed.”





Harry felt humbled by her gratitude. He was the one who was blessed, he knew, as his lips sought the girl’s mouth. She gave him something infinite that inflated his spirit to a person three sizes too large. The power that coursed through him infinitesimally was something he could never give up; he was completely addicted. And tomorrow he was going to have to leave her. The thought cut him in half.





He lay them down side by side as they came down from their shared high. His lips trailed down her spine until he was kissing the split of her bum and then he was flipping her onto her back as he sucked his sperm from her hole, his tongue moving in to clear away his issue. Part of his brain acknowledged that this might be considered disgusting, but he loved it anyway, he just couldn’t help himself.





When he asked for some water, Luna pulled a glass from her bedside and filled it up with a tap of her wand. The boy gulped it down before settling back between her thighs and affixing his mouth to her dainty cluster of nerves nestled under that hood. He lazily sucked and nibbled until the girl was squirming and mewling again then he bit until she spasmed onto his tongue.





But the reality of his situation kept butting in its head and he felt driven to take her again, before the night was through and the dawn crushed their last opportunity for bliss. When he’d made sure to cast a cleaning spell on his fleshy wand with his wooden focus, he climbed over Luna again and bid her to take hold of the bars above her head. Then he moved inside her flowered core as slowly as he could manage, just fucking her for another hour in a slight winding of his hips as he stared into her eyes until the two teens were enchanted, caught up in their trance. Luna finally succumbed as her body shivered in its release and then she was weeping; Harry watched her tears curl over the sides of her temple to fall to the pillow in a wet splat. He tried to soothe her with his endearments.





“Harry,” she sobbed as he kept moving in her with a slow build in his speed, “I don’t want you to leave me.” The girl was inconsolable now but she tightened her legs around his back and appealed to him in her desperation.





“I love you, Harry, please. I love you so much,” she was gasping now in her wet declarations, but the boy’s heart felt enormous as it swelled against his ribcage.





“Luna…Luna, my angel,” he cried to her, “It’ll be all right, you’ll see. I’ll come back, I’ll return for you, luv. Don’t cry, please.” It wasn’t due to discomfort this time, trying to end the weeping, but an agony he felt at seeing her in such pain.





He kept murmuring to her, chanting my beautiful angel over and over until he was panting in his need for her, feeling her legs squeeze him tight as he pushed for his solace in her embrace, at last reaching that peak as his senses washed over him one more time and he moaned into her breasts, his hands entwined in hanks of her hair. The teen lovers clutched each other in the aftermath, her hiccups taking over for her plaintive cries as she settled into him. Soon they were both deeply asleep wrapped around each other tightly.





Harry awoke as the sun peeked over the horizon. He smoothly and silently disentangled his body from her exhausted one then slunk down to the floor as he pulled together his clothes, moving closer to the window to dress quickly. When he was ready to leave, he looked back at her sleeping form under the covers and sighed. He missed her already and he hadn’t even left yet.







His heart remained heavy as he scanned Ron’s window after Apparating at the gates. When he climbed the red-head’s Cleansweep to ascend to his mark, he felt completely drained. How could he have experienced such elation to be followed by this hollowed out flatness? He sat on the windowsill for a moment as he resolved to come back to her. He would do whatever he had to to win, climb under every rock to find those bloody soul receptacles, kill whoever necessary to make sure he survived and made it back to Luna. She had shown him that he had the strength, he had the power. He’d kick the arses of the entire assembly of Death Eaters if it was required. Snake Fucker had better be afraid. Harry was coming for him.







With that sense of determination and fight in his spirit, he rolled into the open window and slipped to the floor quietly. He shuffled forward in the dark and turned to find the corner where his friend’s trusty broom resided. And that’s when he saw him.







Ron was sitting up on his bed with his arms crossed waiting for Harry.

















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