Mad Snorkacks and Englishmen

A/N: Well, so glad you guys enjoyed that last chapter. Your notes are always so great to read.



LondonMarie, Sorry, for the cliffie, but I got this out as soon as I could. I know what you mean about wanting it to be all over, but not. I feel that way, too. All I can tell you is that Harry/Luna is by far my favorite pairing. Who knows who Hermione will end up with? Hope this chapter makes you happy.

Sneakyfox, lol. I have had so much fun with the Ron/Harry interaction. The upcoming dialogue was great to write.

SoftO, thanks so much for your praise on my rendering of Ron. I love him now in no small part thanks to you. You reminded me how great of a character he really is. Ron bugged me through most of the series, but I thought he shined brilliantly in DH.

Coco, please, for all that is holy, I need someone to make me an icon of Snape, the 40-year Old Virgin with his face maniped over Steve Carrell! I needs it! And yeah, Cadbury eggs---awesomeness. I agree about it being the reason to get excited for April. Glad you enjoy the smut equally to the romance.













Chapter 15: Honky Tonk Women







Harry stood frozen while he took in his best mate’s presence sitting across from him. Excuses rapidly filled his brain as he sorted for the one that would most appropriately explain why he was strolling in through the top floor of the Burrow at half past five in the morning. None of them were really making any sense. His poise faltered as the second stretched on to minutes. Ron seemed to be expecting him to speak first.





“Uhhhhhhh.” Yeah, that’s a good start, Harry thought sarcastically in his head. He attempted to kick things into gear.





“What are you doing awake, Ron? Since when did you become the early bird, mate?”





Right, there we go, turn it around. He watched Ron’s stony face only clench tighter in the jaw as the morning light suffused the shadows in the dark room, but then at last his scratchy voice broke through the thickening tension.





“Since you started becoming the night owl, I guess.” Harry evinced an unruffled exterior as he smoothly fell into a concerned air.





“Oh, well, I wasn’t really out too long; just giving the grounds a go round. Even with all the wards in place, I just feel better doing something to make sure there’s no one suspicious out there.” Damn, you are gooood, Harry. “I’m sorry I didn’t ask to borrow your broom. I hope you don’t mind too much.”





He then gently placed the Cleansweep flat on Ron’s bed in front of the boy’s crossed legs, like a peace offering from explorers to a mighty Indian chief. The red-head merely glanced down at it before swinging his eyes to fix back on the target of his obvious disdain.





“You’re going to try to tell me that you were providing the rest of us mere mortals with security for almost five hours? Every night since you got here?” Ron’s voice got gruff as his disbelief grew.





“Er, why do you know how long I’ve been gone? Have you been spying on me, Ron?” Now he affected a mock outrage as he escalated a shouting whisper in the silent house.





“Yeah, I have,” said the teen flatly, not even trying to deny it. Harry was a bit taken aback by the admission and started to worry, but was downright panicked the next second when his friend made his next move on their chessboard of wits.





“How’s Luna doing?”





Checkmate, motherfucker.





Harry valiantly attempted to keep up the charade. “Luna? Why would I know anything about Luna?” he asked innocently.





“I dunno, Harry, maybe because you’ve been shagging her silly all week? I thought perhaps you might have inquired as to the state of her well-being in between tying her up into a piece of art.”





The pit of Harry’s stomach felt like a mineshaft at this point. He stared gobsmacked at his friend. Holy fuck, what the hell kind of piss poor job was he doing of keeping his relationship with Luna a secret if EVERYBODY FUCKING KNEW. Public sex was obviously not the way to go when trying to conceal an affair, he chided himself sardonically. There was no way out of this, Harry conceded. He was busted and he’d have to face the music. If he could just convince Ron to keep his gob shut around Hermione and Ginny things might not be so bad.





“Ron, I can explain.”





The young Weasley raised his eyes at that. “Oh, I’m counting on it, Harry. This should be really good.” Then he pointed towards the other boy’s bunk palm facing up as he bid him to get comfortable.





Harry sat down nervously as his mind scrambled like mice in a maze. How was he supposed to start? “Um, I guess I don’t know where to begin, really. I-I gather you saw us in the woods, then?”





Ron’s bright blue stare grew comically big at the question posed. The irises scanned the ceiling for a second before settling back on his friend, while his mouth was agape.





“Yeah, you could say that. Although, I’m not really sure what the fuck I saw, Harry. Please tell me you didn’t Imperius the girl or obliviate her or something,” his friend begged as some of his distress snuck through the angry mask.





“What? No! Absolutely not; no way!” Harry protested profusely. He was bothered that Ron would even think him capable. “I would never do that, Ron, especially to someone like Luna, how could you think that? I promise you that she was alright with it!”





“I know that my best mate for the last six years is not the type of person to go around using Unforgivables, yes, but I wasn’t so sure that it was all you down there. I mean, what if You-Know-Who is making you do things when you get those flashes in his mind, Harry? Did you ever consider that?”





He was getting really wound up now and Harry held up his hands to remind him of his volume. Ron shook his head.





“I already put a silencing spell up, and an Imperturbable. Just be out with it already. What’s going on between you two?”





Harry tried to put together a satisfying answer for his mate.





“Um, first off, yes. It actually has occurred to me before that maybe this thing with Snakebreath has maybe affected the way I….uh, get off. But the more I’ve, you know, explored it, the more it seems to be coming just from me. I don’t feel Voldemort at all during these encounters; I mean, blissfully so. Like, he can’t really touch me there. No scar pain, no mind invasions, no crazy whispers in my inner monologue, no fucked up dreams when I sleep with her.” He paused as he realized just how much it was true.





“It’s kind of refreshing, to be honest,” he admitted. Ron watched him through slitted eyes as he waited for him to continue.





“As for what’s going on, I don’t know how to sum it all up with a nice neat bow. It started as an accident—”





Ron piped up just then. “An accident?” he asked incredulous, “what you were walking along and tripped, and you were like, Aw, sorry, my knob just fell into your fanny, then?”





“Will you shut up and let me finish?” he demanded irately. He shook his head as he tried to begin again.





“I didn’t mean for us to get together. She caught me at a bad time. I was really distraught, and just totally fucked up, and then she was there and she felt really good and she kept making those little breathy noises she does and then I just needed to have her. And then when I tried to talk to her about what happened the next day and apologize, she was all, you know, naked under her clothes and looking at me like she really wanted to do it again and then before I knew it I was on top of her. It’s a fucking mess, I know.” Harry put his hands over his eyes as he propped up his elbows onto the tops of knees.





“I realize I shouldn’t be thinking about girls and shagging them at a time like this, but that was the whole reason I wanted her. I didn’t have to think about Dumbledore lying there dead or how the fuck I was going to find Tom’s stupid, stupid soul bits when I was inside her. So, I just kept finding more ways to have her. I’ve been totally reckless in the process. You’re not the only person to figure it out. But I just can’t stop thinking about her. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, and I’m sorry you found out the way you did.” He looked up at Ron suddenly worried.





“Uh, that was the only time you saw us, right?” Although he imagined that if Ron had caught them on the day Harry went to town on her arse, he would have been at the end of his mate’s fist right quick.





“Yeah, thank Merlin’s saggy left tit. I didn’t hang around either, although I felt really guilty that maybe I should have been setting you straight and checking to make sure she was alright.” He narrowed his gaze again as he tried to piece things together. “So, this started after you broke up with Ginny, then? And who else found out? Why don’t you just start at the top?”





Harry sighed but did his best to run through the events leading up to the moment he waltzed in the window, even as the two boys could hear the stirrings of what was most probably Mrs. Weasley getting ready for the big day as she shuffled down the stairs towards the kitchen. He told him how it started, then how he had taken Luna on the train ride home, although he omitted the worst parts. When he got to the part about Luna arriving in Little Whinging on the Knight Bus, Ron interrupted as he spluttered his objection.





“Harry, are you completely mental?! You brought her there for a shag?? What the bloody hell were you thinking? How did you even get the Dursleys to agree?” He looked totally aghast at the lengths his friend had traveled in this farce of a hook-up. Harry tried not to take offense.





“They didn’t know I had her in my room, okay? Well, except until Dudley caught us, but he was surprisingly cool about it and didn’t say a thing to my aunt and uncle. It was kind of shocking, really, but he turned out to be not such a bad bloke.” Ron was nonplussed at the outcome of his cousin’s character and fixated on the one detail he couldn’t get past.





“You had her hidden away in your room? For how long? What, did you just…have kinky sex with her all day?” Harry couldn’t help being somewhat bemused by his friend’s ream of questions. He sensed that perhaps there was a healthy dose of carnal curiosity mired in that indignation.





“Well, it wasn’t all kinky, you know. I mean, we sort of had to work up to that, didn’t we? I do respect her, Ron, it’s not like she was my sex slave or something,” although just the mention of it sounded really hot to the frazzled teen.





He got a quick picture of Luna all decked out in a leather harness that highlighted her breasts while a wide collar covered that elegant neck bearing a thick silver ring clasped by a leash. Oh, yeah, and some thigh high, black glossy boots. Shit, now was not the time to get a hard-on. He cleared his mind as he resumed his narration.





“I only had her over for three days. It…it got pretty intense, but we didn’t just screw. We actually had some conversation. Luna’s a really special girl,” he insisted while Ron still looked beleaguered.





“Well, she’s certainly different,” the boy offered, then his face tinged red, “and uh, really vocal.”





Harry couldn’t stifle his snort at the undeniable fact. “Oh, yeah,” he breathed out licentiously, “she’s fucking brilliant at that.” He could feel his pulse grow rapid as Luna’s moans filled his head.





“So, what’s it like when the girl is so into it, then? I expect the sex must be really good if you’re going to all this trouble.” Ron looked like he was relieved to finally be getting down to the details of what was really on his mind.





Harry thought about how he might answer that. It wasn’t his style to brag or betray Luna’s trust, but this was Ron, his best mate. Surely he could rely on him to keep this between them, so perhaps it would be all right to just talk about the sex in general terms.





“It’s beyond brilliant, really. I mean, it’s fucking phenomenal,” he shared with the awe evident in his tone. “It’s like, I always supposed your body would feel really good after, like ten times better than a wank, but when you know you’re making her feel that good, it’s so much better. It’s like you just drank a gallon of Felix Felicis or something.”





“It feels ten times better than a wank?” Ron repeated in that same awe-struck stage whisper.





Harry gave his friend a knowing look. “Oh, you can’t believe how much. I can’t even get a good one off anymore, because I keep comparing it to the real thing and it just doesn’t pass muster.” He had to admit, it felt good to have someone to share this with; bearing the knowledge of it solely in his mind had burned him as if he’d been carrying around the secret of the universe.





Ron let out a low whistle. He appeared extremely impressed, and let his inquisitiveness on the subject take over, not even bothering to censor his eagerness.





“Well, have you had a chance to try a lot of things? What’s it taste like? You know, down there?” His voice got low on the last part as if he was suddenly aware of the fact that his mother was somewhere in the house.





“Wow. Totally, totally awesome. Delicious, really. Seriously, I could go down on a girl all day without so much as touching my prick and be fine with it. If I could fit my whole head up her snatch and lick her clean, I would.”





Harry caught himself before he went on any further. Ron’s alarmed expression was proof enough that he’d gone too far again. The freckled wizard laughed but then quickly covered his mouth with his hand.





“Blimey, Harry, you’re a right filthy bugger, aren’t you? I thought Finnegan was a pig, but he don’t know arse about getting laid. I guess it’s always the quiet ones, eh?” Ron’s shoulders shook as he silently laughed in his shock.





“Unfortunately, yes, I am. I think I’m just a twisted sex freak or something. I don’t know, Ron, I suppose it’s not just me. I’ve been trying to read through this book Lupin gave me and I guess I’m not the only one who has these feelings.” He looked pensive at the thought.





“Lupin? How did he find out?”





“Patrolling Privet Drive on Order watch. I fucked her at the park, like a stupid git. Thought I was so clever hiding her under the cloak. Actually, after I got over my shock, it was kind of funny watching him try to talk about sex with me. He was obviously a little freaked out.”





“Uh, yeah, tell me about it. I’m still really freaked out, Harry. What the devil did you do to her in that park—you do mean that little one by your house where the kids play?” Ron had difficulty hiding his amazement at his friend’s nerve.





“It wasn’t that bad. No one could see us, at least that’s what I had assumed not expecting whoever was guarding me would get that close. I only tied her hands behind her back. And I let her straddle me. Also, I might have had her sit on my face,” he added unabashed.





“Was she under the cloak the whole time?” and now Ron was openly close to hysterical laughter. Harry managed to get out a ‘no’ before he burst into his own fit of giggles.





When the two teens were under control, Ron gave his roommate another shake of the head.





“Honestly, Harry, you know you’re completely barmy. I’m sure the shagging is the dog’s bollocks, but you must be mad to push things the way you do. Have a bit of common sense, mate.”





“Yeah, I know, I know,” his friend acknowledged. Both boys went suddenly still as they heard a knock at the door.





“Are you dossers up yet? Why’s it so quiet in there? Wakey-wakey, boys.” There was a rattle at the doorknob and then Ron lazily reached for his wand and swished it to open the door wide.





Ginny’s surprised face popped in as she saw the two sitting across from each other obviously in conversation. She was wrapped in her dressing gown and her feet were covered in something looking like cat slippers.





“Oh, you are awake, then. I just wanted to let you know that Hermione and I have dibs on the loo first today. We’ve got lots to do to get ready. Bill’s in there now trying to get out of the way before us girls get started. Mum said she’ll have the first wave of brekkie done in a bit and wants you to help her.”





She stopped her list of directives for a moment to regard the boys’ flushed faces. “Uh, you alright? I didn’t even think you two were up it was so quiet. Did you have a silencer on your room?” she asked suspiciously.





“We’re fine. Mind your own beeswax. Go get ready and tell Mum we’ll be down in a sex—uh, sec,” Ron recovered quickly although his face burned a little. He added upon another thought. “Let me get in there for a morning piss first. We won’t be able to hold it till you lot are done.”





Ginny rolled her eyes disgustedly but told them they’d better hurry up; Bill was just finishing his shower. She moved to close the door as she exited the room.





Ron gave Harry a very serious expression this time.





“I’d better not find out you pulled any of that shit with Ginny, mate, or there will be hell to pay,” he threatened. Harry gulped, but threw up the palms of his hands.





“Never, I promise you. All we ever did was snog,” he insisted. Ron gave him a cynical look.





“Okay, I might have tried to feel her tit, but that was it, I swear,” he confessed. “She wouldn’t even let me go through with it, I assure you. Her virtue is safe.”





“Good,” the brother emphasized, “and let it stay that way. She might be popular with the boys, but she’s no slag. You’ve got your fuckmate, no need to get greedy and mess around with my sister’s feelings, too.” Harry felt affronted at the suggestion and let Ron know it in no uncertain terms.





“Hey! Watch it! I’m not trying to mess around with her, I told you. I was dead serious about staying away from her for a reason. But let’s just get something clear. Luna’s no slag, either, and don’t call her my fuckmate. That’s not on.”





Ron stared at Harry as if he were being naïve. “Well, then what is she, Harry? Your girlfriend? The one you hide from everybody so you can do bizarre sex things with her? What’s it supposed to look like to the rest of us when you keep everything a big secret? You can’t go anywhere with this anyway, we’ve got a job to do, remember?”





“Yeah, I remember,” Harry said, now agitated and jittery, the feelings he’d had before stepping into the room coming back in full force. “I don’t need reminding. But it’s not like that.” His face was hot with his wildness as Ron pushed his buttons.





“What’s it like then? I mean, what kind of conversation can you have with a girl like Loony Lovegood anyway? What do you talk about? Moonfrogs? Conspiracies in the Ministry? Her trips to Sweden with her barmy father?”





Harry was fast arriving at his rage as he listened to his friend insult the girl. Something pushed out of his chest as he tried to contain his stretching body. He felt ready to kick Ron’s arse if he kept this up.





“She’s fucking brilliant, alright. The girl is as smart as Hermione. Just because she doesn’t act like everyone else doesn’t mean there’s something wrong with her,” he bristled.





Ron shook his head like Harry just wasn’t getting it. “I don’t see what you two really have in common other than whatever it is that you both are into sexually.”





“We have loads in common. I’ve been ostracized just as much as she has; she understands me,” he tried to explain, but Ron cut back in.





“Harry, the girl lives in La-La land. You’re stuck firmly in the real world. I don’t really see how this can get serious—”





“I think I’m in love with her, alright!” Harry shouted to shut him up, then darted a look to the door in fear that he’d been overheard. When he looked back at Ron, his friend stared in shock for the dozenth time this morning.





“You’re joking,” he finally intoned. When Harry shook his head vehemently, Ron’s expression grew softer.





“Really?” he whispered. Harry felt himself shaking now with the veracity of his outburst. He appealed to Ron’s confidence with a beseeching gaze.





“I don’t know how to explain it, okay. It’s more than just sex, though. I feel…powerful with her. I care about her a lot and I want to...protect her. I don’t know if this is what being in love is meant to feel like, but she’s really, really important to me.” He tried to get his thoughts together as he worked through his feelings in front of his mate.





“I know I’m sort of obsessed with her body, and that feels wrong somehow, like I’m objectifying her or something, so I get confused. I really wasn’t expecting any of this, and I don’t quite know how to handle it all. But I need her; I need what she gives me. She said she loves me.”





Ron watched him carefully before expelling his breath in a long wind. He pondered Harry’s words in the silence of their pause and then regarded him with pity.





“You’re fucked, mate.”





The teen had to agree, but at that moment they heard another shout from Ginny from the hallway. “Oi! Get your arse in gear, smegheads!”





The two boys looked at each other again before starting to sluggishly move for the morning preparations. Ron’s pronouncement hung in the air like the resounding ding from a clanging bell.







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Harry was sweltering in his robes. He was currently standing under the marquee at the tent waiting for guests to arrive and usher them to their seats as he shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot. Unfortunately, he was Polyjuiced at the moment as some fat, curly-headed berk. Harry was more than a little annoyed that Fred had picked out such an unattractive stand-in for him to masquerade as during the wedding ceremony. Especially since Luna was going to be in attendance; it was a bit galling not to be able to look good for her. Okay, he wasn’t fat, per se, but his robes were definitely tight fitting around this belly and he looked terribly out of shape. Like, Fred really couldn’t find any boys walking around Ottery St. Catchpole that were skinny and good-looking? He felt grubby and gormless in this façade.





Alas, he would have to play ‘Barney’ for the day, a Weasley distant cousin, and perhaps it was just as well that Luna couldn’t identify him and get him all hot and bothered. He could just admire her from afar and try not to think all those distracting thoughts about love and commitment and what he was going do with himself without her. The fact was, however, that it had been all he was thinking about as the morning’s flurry of bodies moving in frantic paces surrounded him. Just how long was he going to last on this hunt without the calming influence that dominating her body provided? Hell, the mere suggestion of surviving without sex for the weeks ahead was daunting; it could very well be months. Could this become a problem for him?





Who even knew where their hunt would take them? Was there a way that he might possibly contact her during their travels; some way safe that they could rendezvous in secret? And really secret this time, he couldn’t afford to be caught anymore, especially with the potential threat of Death Eaters on their tail. Harry would have to think very carefully about this, but at that moment Fred and George came bustling over as the first of the visitors began Apparating in.





Ron joined them soon and for a while it was nothing but walking people to their seats while the twins wisecracked in between attending to the rapidly lengthening queue. When Remus and Tonks arrived, she had recognized him right away, having been in on the security measures that would be taken for his anonymity. The woman was a blonde today and positively glowing, Harry noted. Married life must be treating her well. It was hard not to want to look at her voluptuous cleavage spilling out of that dress; he could swear those boobs were getting bigger. Would she have used her Metamorphmagus skills to enlarge them, he wondered? He glanced over at Lupin, who gave a warm smile as he held Tonks’ arm. Lucky bugger.





Yet, it seemed like the minute Remus thought he wasn’t being watched his smile became a grim tight line and he looked almost miserable. Poor sod, Harry mused; he just really didn’t know how to have a good time. Hmmm, maybe that should be poor Tonks. Then Ron was making rude comments about the guests into Harry’s ear and he stopped worrying about the couple. When he turned to see the next caller, he was faced with an eccentric looking man wearing the brightest yellow outfit he’d ever seen. It almost hurt his eyes it was so glaring. The entire get-up was odd looking and the gentleman seemed quite old, although robust and alive. His pale hair looked like candy floss as it hung limp to his shoulders. When he introduced himself as none other than Xenophilius Lovegood, Harry’s eyes got very wide.





“Oh, Mr. Lovegood,” he started haltingly, “um, it’s a pleasure to meet you, sir.”





Even if the old man didn’t know who he was, he wanted to give a good impression. It was sort of fascinating seeing Luna’s progenitor in the flesh at last. He was every bit as odd as Harry had predicted. Luna definitely got all of her looks from her mother, thank goodness, although he could see a likeness in the nose. Ron was standing next to him by this time and made a point to be very cordial to the addled man. As Mr. Lovegood moved aside to engage in pleasantries with another guest, Harry’s gaze slid away to search for the man’s daughter. And then he saw her.





The girl was also in yellow, but where Xenophilius was like a Canary Cream, Luna was in a soft buttercup. Her hair was pulled back in long, loose waves, while wisps curled in tendrils to frame her face; the platinum color dazzled with sparks from the sun’s beams. She had a sunflower in her hair and the effect was charming as the petals tickled along her temple. But her neck, Merlin, he could not stop looking at her neck. She’d wrapped it in a thick, wide velvet choker, in a bolder yellow, but with a dangling cameo in the center that nestled in the hollow of her throat. He was already getting hard just thinking about putting his hands there and stroking it as the picture of her beckoned him, but he made himself look further down to the rest of her.





Her robes had a low scooped neckline that seemed to draw one’s sightline to the swell of her breasts intentionally. The fit around the bust was tight and cinched just under her breasts before the material flowed softly outwards, which only served to accentuate the décolletage. Harry couldn’t believe Mr. Lovegood would let his daughter walk out of the house like that, even though she was quite properly attired. But she was fucking sexy as hell, and the lustful teen worried that he might be drooling on his tie. He was drawing considerably on all of his willpower not to leap on the girl and ravage her right in front of all the wedding guests.





Then she was in front of him and spoke in a gush while her eyes lit up in silvery points of fire.





“Hello, Harry.





The disguised teen felt his mouth curve into a lopsided grin then put his finger to his pursed lips in a secretive gesture.





“How did you know it was me?” he asked in a low rumble.





Luna cast her gaze downward and gave a mysterious smile before flicking those protuberant orbs straight to his almost defiantly as she answered.





“I can tell by your aura. No one else has that shade of green or pulses so intensely.”





Then it was like the two teens were being sucked towards each other as the very air between them shifted and pressurized. Harry imagined fairy dust swirling in between them coaxing their bodies closer together. As his feet started to move, he felt a hand on his shoulder and he jerked backwards. He’d forgotten Ron was still next to him.





“Wow, Luna, you look…uh, really pretty. Did you do something to your hair?” the boy blurted out in surprise.





“Oh, thank you, Ronald. You look very done up and dignified. Almost handsome, even.” Instead of being insulted, Ron looked like he was trying to contain his mirth. She put a hand to her crown while her skin went pink with her blush; the effect was gorgeous, Harry admired. “I didn’t really do anything much, but someone’s been helping me with it.”





When she immediately looked over to Harry, her eyes had gone darker with her desire and the boy had to grip tightly onto Ron’s elbow to keep himself from throwing his body at her feet and burrowing under the folds of her gown until he could reach flesh. He could hear his breathing turn labored and it was a relief when her father finally finished his conversation and stood with their party again. Luna had held out her finger to her dad to show him the gnome bite she’d received as she had played with the foul-mouthed vermin in the Weasley yard. Mr. Lovegood was visibly excited as he began to extol the benefits of Gnome saliva.





“Luna, my love, if you should feel any burgeoning talent today-- perhaps an unexpected urge to sing opera or to declaim in Mermish---do not repress it! You may have been gifted by the Gernumblies!”* the exuberant man cried earnestly.





Ron snorted at that as he led away another couple, but Xenophilius took no notice as Harry directed them both to their seats.





“Ron can laugh,” Luna breathed into Harry’s Barney ear when he took her arm in his, “but my father has done a lot of research on Gernumbli magic.”* She then sucked on her finger where blood had beaded up at the puncture. Harry had to prevent an audible moan at the sight, but moved right next to her figure anyway.





Now Harry put his mouth up to her delicate shell and whispered as those tendrils of pale gold tickled his nose. “Well, I know his daughter certainly possesses quite a bit of magic in her Gernumblies,” he enthused.





Luna blushed again as she sat in her seat and Harry took one more opportunity to hang his head over her shoulder standing behind her and stare longingly at the bursting flesh of those wondrous globes as they pushed out of her bodice before he murmured a see you later. He couldn’t walk away, however, until surreptitiously running one finger across the back of her neck just under the choker. The girl shivered at the touch.





Pretty soon, everyone had arrived and been taken to their chairs and the twins bound toward them to warn them of the impending procession about to start. Harry, Hermione, and Ron sat together as the bridesmaids and the bride trailed down the walk. Ginny looked really lovely in gold, Harry saw, bathed in the glow of Fleur’s beauty; the resplendent bride seemed to have imbued her entire wedding party with an augmentation of perfection from her Veela core. Even still, Harry frequently turned his gaze behind him to watch over Luna.





Her father had his arm around her resting on her shoulder and was speaking fervently into her ear while she patiently shook her head. It was evident just how close they were and Harry felt a tinge of sympathy for everything the old man had been through. He was so lucky to have such a strong daughter in Luna, the boy thought. Every once in a while, the girl would turn her gaze right to him and Harry would hurriedly turn back in his seat to face forward. Hermione sat between the two boys, but Ron would lean his head over to peer at him from time to time, his expression like one of a parent silently scolding his child for fidgeting in church. Harry rolled his eyes at the chastisement.





While he watched Bill and Fleur exchange vows, his mind roamed to ways he might possibly get his kitten alone for a goodbye romp. If it was nothing more than a quick shag up against Mr. Weasley’s potting shed, he would take the chance; the boy was that eager to get between her legs. He knew it was a recipe for disaster in such a crowded party, so he would have to be very, very careful. He summoned up his sneakiest tricks as he attempted to work out a suitable time and place. It would have been so much easier if he had a non-verbal means of communication set up with her. His brow suddenly furrowed in thought as an idea loomed. He tapped Hermione on the shoulder, ignoring her teary countenance as she beamed at him.





“Hermione, where did you say you learned that Protean charm from?” he asked her intently.





His friend’s look turned befuddled at his seeming non-sequitur in this particular moment. “What? What made you think about that? They’re just about to be joined forever as man and wife!” she whispered emphatically.





Harry glanced back up at the altar guiltily but then brushed off his keen interest with the appropriate reserve.





“I was just curious all of a sudden. We’ll talk later during the reception.”





Then the wizard residing over the event declared the couple married and people were clapping and hurrahing. In a very sudden turnaround, the tent and the surrounding space was now magically changing to a dance floor and tables. Ron grabbed both Hermione and Harry by the hands as he dragged them around looking for a good place to sit together. The boys having discovered that Victor Krum was in attendance and had already made contact with a rattled Hermione, Harry surmised that the jealous teen was eager to avoid the Bulgarian Quidditch star and keep their best friend out of his clutches. Ron quickly pulled them all some butterbeers from a passing waiter’s tray before descending on the table where a lone Luna Lovegood sat.





“Hello again, Luna. Do you mind if we sit with you?” Ron’s deep voice spoke with a chivalrous note.





The girl looked up at them and broadcast her approval in her smile, her eyes gleaming. God, but she was lovely, Harry marveled again as his breath caught in his throat. He didn’t know whether to kick Ron or kiss him knowing that he’d have to act normal in her presence and not like he wanted to grope her silly then bang her right on the table. Then again, he was a sucker for punishment, he added, as he made sure to sit next to her. Luna purposely didn’t face him but kept her eyes to the couple across from them, however, she couldn’t contain the slow bloom of color in her cheeks again as Harry’s eyes burned through her.





“Luna, you actually look nice today,” Hermione started only to catch her words sheepishly as she realized how that sounded. “Uh, I mean, you know, that color suits you. It’s very bright and, uh, festive. Did you do something special to your hair?” she tried admirably as she gave the wistful girl an encouraging expression.





Luna stared at her blankly. “I just brushed it,” she said bluntly. Ron choked as he tried to disguise his laugh. Hermione’s face grew red as she re-directed her gaze to her twitching hands.





“Daddy believes that wearing sun colors for a wedding brings good luck. I told him everyone would be wearing formal robes, but he’s pretty adamant. You three look very smart, by the way.”





“Yes, almost handsome, even,” Ron smirked. He gestured towards Harry with a flourish. “Luna, have I introduced you to my cousin, Barney?” The boy seemed to be having fun with this charade.





“Oh, yes, we’ve met,” the girl said in a sexy expulsion of breath and Harry watched her breasts heave. He gripped the table in front of him, white-knuckled, while noticing that Ron looked suddenly discomfited. Harry was in a bit of a fever. He felt like his hunger for her was palpable; surely everyone here could see it surge out of his body like a great beast salivating over the fair maiden. He willed his heart to beat slower as his eyes stayed fixed to hers.





Hermione thankfully snapped him out of his engrossment.





“Ha-uh, Barney, why were you asking about Protean charms?” the girl enquired now that she could give him her full attention.





Harry turned to his friend while his right hand slipped under the table and brushed against Luna’s leg, hoping to impart some kind of signal that she should take heed of the discussion.





“Oh, right. Well, I was just thinking about how we might be able to use them while we’re gone.” Hermione tilted her head with a warning glance towards Luna at that, but Harry acknowledged her concern off-handedly. “Don’t worry; Luna recognized me,” he explained in a low tone before resuming his thought.





“Where did you learn that spell, anyway? And do you think it would be possible to adjust the galleons into some kind of homing device?” he asked with a growing excitement.





“What do you mean? Like a portkey or something?” the girl asked as her brain started to whir and click in that visible way of hers.





“Wow, yeah, could you do that? I mean, if you had two bearers of the coins and one of them could use the original galleon to alert the copy through the same enchantment but would give directions so the second person could immediately know their whereabouts, as well, instead of just transfiguring the location onto the metal. I mean, suppose you don’t really know where you are at the time and you need assistance? How could we modify that system to bring one of us right to the other?”





“Right, right, I see,” Hermione muttered as ideas started to spring into that gelatinous mould inside her head.





“Well, a Portus spell is quite an advanced bit of magic, Harry. Not everyone is trained how to do it; and you have to be authorized by the Department of Magical Transportation, so that wouldn’t be ideal if, you know, we’re trying to avoid detection. I got the Protean charm from the Guide to Advanced Transfiguration, but I’m not sure what we could use in there to enhance the basic qualities to what you’re suggesting.”





Hermione spoke quietly and directed her words to the tabletop. She didn’t look terribly comfortable explicating in front of their spacey cohort, but then Luna suddenly added her own hypothetical.





“Maybe you should stick to the original principle instead of enhancements. What you need is a side spell to add in the mix for the location,” she suggested while letting her eyes wander around the tent.





Hermione and Harry both snapped their heads towards her. “Like what kind of spell?” Harry asked with interest, but also a little smug to see her contribute to the discourse with his brainy best friend. He really wanted her to be able to figure this out.





“Well, you could embellish a Four-Point spell so that your wand’s not just showing you compass directions, but possibly something like longitude and latitudes. If the galleon had a spell that could measure the degrees of your position against the prime meridian, then the other party could focus on those measurements and Apparate.”





Hermione’s eyes opened in surprise. She contemplated what Luna had posed with some seriousness.





“Well, that’s quite an interesting theory, Luna. I didn’t even know you were familiar with longitude and latitudes. But that would be a very useful spell to have,” she agreed, seeming particularly impressed.





“We learned about mapping the Earth in Muggle Studies. I’m quite fascinated by early explorers. Ponce de Leon is a favorite of mine, always looking for his fountain of youth,” Luna said dreamily with that maddening hint of a smile, Harry noted.



“But could you really Apparate to a coordinate? I mean, the fundamental triple D’s seem to denote a visual cue is necessary. How are you supposed to determine your destination with deliberation with just a set of numbers?” she wondered aloud to the group.





“You can’t see anything in numbers, Hermione? I thought you were a big fan of Arithmancy?” the pale girl asked sincerely. Hermione, however, took the girl’s questions as an effrontery.





“Well, don’t be so absurd. It’s not like I can just look at a series of degrees and automatically I’m going to see the area it relates to in my mind’s eye. Arithmancy is about problem solving, it’s about detail, it’s about statistics and probability; it’s not about imagining the fantastical,” the bossy witch insisted.





Luna didn’t seem fazed by her rant, whatsoever. “If that’s what you’d like to think,” she sighed.





“Too bad we don’t know how to make a portkey, though. That’s a right handy skill to have, always having a getaway point available to you. The timing is a bit critical, mind you, but it was a nice idea,” Ron added. He appeared to be just as deep in thought as everyone else at the table.





“My dad can make a portkey, you know. He’s a master at Portus. Daddy refuses to associate with the Ministry anymore, however, so he’s not liable to get you permission granted from the MT on anything. Unless you weren’t concerned about the legalities, that is.” All eyes had turned to Luna again.





“How could we not be concerned with the legal end of things, Luna? How else would your portkey work if they hadn’t authorized the end location?” Hermione once again was flummoxed by the strange girl.





“Oh, there are ways around that,” was all she said with her ghostly smile back in place.





Gods, if Harry could just lick those lips right now. He found it funny that Luna’s brain was turning him on almost as much as her body, a trait that had never aroused him before when presented in his best friend. He sort of loved the way the starry-eyed witch played foil to Hermione’s pedantic mode of thought. Just then they were joined by Krum and he watched the dark man take a seat by an agitated Ron. Victor was polite as he tried to engage everyone in the pleasantries of the day, but within a minute Ron had taken Hermione by her hand and absconded with her to the dance floor. Harry couldn’t help being amused at the shocked expression Hermione was giving the usually rhythm deprived red-head. He cut quite a dashing figure out there.





“Will you dance with me?” he heard Luna’s tinkling voice ask, and he glanced at her sharply as if she must be mad to suggest it.





“Uh, me and dancing; not such a good mix. You’re lucky you didn’t have to see my performance at the Yule Ball,” and he winced to imply the level of ineptitude.



“Well, somehow I doubt that. Dancing is all about moving your body instinctively, and you certainly know how to do that,” the girl murmured. When Harry looked at her this time, it was with the expression of a man who was just about to take his lover and fuck her up against the wall.





Krum then interrupted with questions about whether the two friends were now together, and Harry mumbled a you could say that not really understanding himself what was going on with Ron’s sudden doting on their best friend. Luna took the opportunity to disappear and slid onto the ballroom floor on her own. The boy could only watch helplessly as she began to wind her hips and undulate slowly to the rhythm. The girl moved to her own beat and was the antithesis to the rest of the dancers’ peppy footwork and glides. It was like Luna had another song in her head as she closed her eyes and ran her hands along her body. Harry swallowed hard. He wanted to step out there and move with her, into her; it looked a lot more fun than the steps he’d practiced for the ball. She was such a sensual presence amidst the rest of them, and many perplexed faces turned her way to regard the groovy girl with interest.





“Vat iz she doing?” Krum asked, as both boys watched her now flutter her hands over her head, her hips still swaying and grinding towards the floor.





“Probably shooing away some Wrackspurts,” Harry offered with a hushed reverence as his gaze never left the girl. Victor looked stumped and gave Harry an odd goggle of the eyes.





“Vat is dis Wrack-sprrt?” he questioned, entirely lost.





“I have no idea,” Harry muttered dreamily. Luna was rubbing off on him.





Victor suddenly decided to fixate his interest on Luna’s father and started to go off on the man’s attire, apparently upset by a symbol he was wearing on the front of his robes. Harry tried to glean the nature of his hostility while still being distracted by his angel’s stimulating dance, but after learning that Krum seemed to think Mr. Lovegood was some sort of Grindelwald disciple, he mentally rolled his eyes. It was an instant later, however, that his brain pulled something out of the ether and slapped him with a name.





“Gregorivitch!” he cried triumphantly, while Krum gave him a suspicious look.





He wanted to know how ‘Barney’ knew the name of his wandmaker. After a couple more questions on Harry’s end, Krum took off to confront Mr. Lovegood. He had been gone no more than a few seconds when Luna came back to sit in her seat next to the charged boy. She was slightly out of breath and flushed with her exertions. Harry scraped his seat nearer to hers to get his face close; as close as he dared without drawing attention to them. When he stared into her eyes, he whispered commandingly, “Open your legs.”





Luna smiled wider, but otherwise appeared not to have moved. As Harry’s right hand snaked over towards her lap, however, he could feel her knee at the corner of his chair and a wide berth of stretched material in the space between her thighs. His hand reached down to pull up her dress, and as his fingers crawled over her knee then the smooth skin of her leg to that waiting heated core, she gave a contented sigh. Once his probing digits made contact with her knickers, he briskly pushed them aside as his hand turned palm up, sliding two fingers into her as deep as his reach would allow for. Luna made a very small whimper as her back reflexively arched her breasts outwards. Harry gave a very subtle shake of his head to caution her of his displeasure.





When the boy finally brought the coated fingers up to his lips, he made a show of sucking them off as if tasting the finest epicurean delight known to man while he looked out over the guests loosening up at the party. His gaze shifted back to her, but was taken aback by her suddenly sad eyes. The girl sighed again, though this time it was more in resignation, and reached around in the folds of her robe for something. Soon, she pulled out a very small box with a ribbon tied around it and laid it upon the table in front of Harry’s befuddled stare.





“You left before I could give you your birthday present,” she explained before he could ask. Harry’s eyes only widened at that, but then regarded the gift with some humility.



“I’m sorry about that. I didn’t have the heart to wake you.” He looked at her again with another wistful smile. “You didn’t have to get me anything, you know.”





Luna’s expression didn’t waver. “I wanted to.”





Now Harry felt almost shy as he went to open the package. He looked around shiftily to the party once more as he pulled apart the bow. When he popped off the lid and peered inside, he gasped. Inside, resting on a velvety bed was a silver pocket watch and fob. He reached in delicately to lift the item out for inspection. When he snapped open the catch, the watch face revealed an old-fashioned time piece with a skeleton center. The silver hands were in triplets, noting more than just the time, but it was the grinning moon that caught his eye as its eyes followed the hands from its spot under the 12 o’clock. It was a gorgeous piece of machinery and Harry felt humbled by the extravagance. He didn’t feel deserving of such a gift and he looked to Luna now with determined reservations.



“Luna, this is beautiful, but I can’t take such a thing. This must have set you back quite a bit of money,” he frowned at the thought.





“It’s customary to receive a watch on your seventeenth. Just a wizarding tradition, you know. But you didn’t have anyone to bestow you the honor, so I thought—well, I guess I thought I could be that person for you, Harry, you know, like your family.” The girl’s gaze was now demure as she stared at the tabletop and tried not to appear bothered by Harry’s refutation.





He squirmed at the thought of upsetting her, but tried to explain that he did have people who cared for him, after a fashion.





“Actually, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley gave me a watch, too, an heirloom from the family. It was really very touching; I didn’t expect it. I guess I sort of see them as parental figures in my life.”





“Oh, that’s lovely, Harry, I didn’t know you were that close,” Luna chimed, but he could see her eyes glisten with unshed tears.





He grabbed for her hand under the table and squeezed hard. “Hey, I love it, okay? Now I’m doubly honored. The watch is perfect, I adore it. I’ll never part with it, alright? Thank you so much, Lu. It’s beautiful, really, I just felt overwhelmed for a moment. I never expect that I deserve these things, to have people care for me so much,” the boy told her earnestly, as his throat constricted.





Luna gave him a watery smile, but he could feel her love shining in those saucer eyes. It felt huge and fierce, like it would swallow him up and protect him from everything bad in the world. He wondered again how he was going to survive without her around him, at least knowing where he could get to her. He fervently hoped that they could work out a plan to find each other once they were both on their separate journeys.





“Hey, I meant what I said last night,” he whispered to her as his eyes fell to her breasts. If he could only tip his head over to kiss them, he pined.





“Harry, I lo—”





“What’s going on over here?”





The two teens turned to see Ginny standing at their table with a curious grin. She looked ever radiant, especially with the sheen of sweat that covered her bosom from her dancing. She held on to the back of one chair and waited expectantly as the couple seated adjusted to the interruption.





“Oh, nothing, Luna and I were just talking about...stuff. Having fun dancing with Dean?” Harry asked snidely.





It had not escaped his notice that she had been enjoying the waltzing with her old boyfriend planted to her front. He really shouldn’t care, Harry reasoned, but that sneaky inner bastard of his muttered uncomplimentary remarks about his Hogwarts dormmate and friend anyway. Harry didn’t like the way people messed with his belongings without his consent, and somewhere in the back of his brain, that dominant mindset insisted that Ginny was still his. Considering he was just pouring his heart out to his, well, his lover, the voice of Harry’s good side beat him up over his ridiculous tendencies.





She’s not yours; stop being a selfish prat, you bastard. You want Luna, remember?





And he did, he did want Luna with all of his heart and most definitely his prick, so why were his eyes flitting over the red-headed Weasley like he could see her naked underneath that dress? He grew irritated with himself. He felt so vulnerable in the emotional complexities of his relationship with Luna, but they also seemed to conflict with his body’s needs and whims. How could he feel so strongly about this girl on his right when he was imagining her, this very moment, laying on top of the girl on his left as their heads dove in between each other’s thighs and drank of their shared juices. Gods, but he was a piece of work, alright.





Then Ginny sat down next to him and made it all worse. She regarded the pair with an impish expression.





“So, what’s so fascinating in this discussion that you two can’t be arsed to get your bums on the dance floor and shake it down with the rest of us lot?” she teased.





“Oh, I was dancing a bit, but Harry insists he can’t.” Luna now looked at her girlish friend as if she’d just noticed something about her.





“Well, he’s no Neville,” Ginny laughed, “aye, he’s got a bit of the two left feet when it comes to a fox trot, but Harry’s got some good moves in him, yeah,” she said saucily as her pink tongue poked out and swiped her top lip while facing the boy.





Harry didn’t even flinch as his features shifted into marble. Bint wanted to flirt with him, did she? He knew this game very, very well. He leaned over the table and grunted as he pretended to consider her words, all while his hand fished underneath the tablecloth and made its way back to Luna’s cunt.





“Yeah, I guess I don’t like playing by the rules, when it comes to that. I move my body the way it feels right to me. And whoever I’ve got my hands around at the time is going to move the way I want them to,” he stared hungrily at Ginny as his fingers pierced Luna again and insisted she give him what he wanted. “Parvati was a bit of a tyrant as a dance partner,” he resumed as he watched both girls respond to him.





Obviously, Ginny had recovered from her shock at Harry’s forwardness in her room the day before. She appeared to be ready for a duel of innuendo and double entendres.





“Well, I’m sure if you were given the chance, you would make an excellent dance partner, Harry.” Ginny’s eyelids grew heavy as she raked her glance over his fake body and Harry felt like she was visualizing his real self. Apparently, she was unconcerned about being subtle in front of Luna. Harry didn’t know whether to be worried or thrilled.





“Even better than excellent,” Luna suddenly piped up. Harry turned to his partner while Ginny’s forehead drew a crease. Luna’s silvery orbs carried a slight challenge in their persistence. Harry felt a rush swoop down into his nether region.





“Yes, well, I guess there’s only one way to find out, isn’t there?” and she gave Harry a full-on summons, as if daring him to take her right there in front of her family and everybody.





Harry twisted his fingers inside Luna sharply and hooked them towards the back of her pubic bone. Luna cried out with a gasp before she could stifle it and two heads snapped to her pained face. Harry stopped breathing for a moment and kept his torturous fingers still while he waited.





“Sorry,” the girl breathed, “I think I was just bit by a Nargle.”





Ginny gave her one of those patented phony smiles of acceptance at the mention of another of Luna’s curious imaginative creatures. Harry recognized that he used it often in conversation with the blonde, but it sort of irked him now seeing it in Ginny’s face. Then the youngest Weasley noticed the box in front of him.





“Oooh, lovely, what’s this, Har—uh, Barney?” she corrected while reaching for the watch.





“Oh, er, Luna gave me my birthday present.” Even as Harry said it, he realized that had not been a terribly smart move and his thrusting came to an abrupt end as he pulled his hand from Luna’s wet channel. Ginny’s nose crinkled as she stared closer at the lavish gift.







“Wow, that’s, uh, really beautiful, Luna. You-you got this for, um, our friend, did you?” and she frowned openly as her eyes searched for something in Luna’s wan features.





“Well, it was a special occasion, don’t you think?” the pale witch countered. Ginny pondered over her answer before allowing her expression to soften.





“Yeah, of course, of course; how thoughtful of you.” The red-head smiled tightly as she handed to trinket back to Harry. Then she seemed to make up her mind about something.





“So, are you going to meet my challenge, Mr. Debonair and sweep me off my feet out on the floor?” Her voice was lusty and eager, teasing him as if she could manipulate his refusal to her liking.





“I don’t think this body is going to be too graceful, best to let your dainty toes pass this one up. Why don’t you take Luna for a spin?” The teen’s eyes sparked hot at the image of them together again, her fiery red against Luna’s pale silver, like the sun and moon colliding in a spectacular shower of lights.





Ginny glanced over at the blonde girl with that curious unease again, but then gave an open grin as she took the bait.





“Yeah, sure, why not? Come on, luv, let’s go show him how it’s done, eh?”





Very quickly she was up and pulling Luna’s wrist towards the swirling bodies behind them. Luna took a moment to fumble under the table with her other hand before being dragged from her chair, and as Ginny tugged insistently, Harry could see she had put her robe to rights. As Ginny immediately took the lead and put one hand to Luna’s yellow waist, even though she was at least an inch shorter than her partner, she spun the girl around with a joyful whoop. Pretty soon the two witches were caught up in a formal waltz; Luna’s shy smile in the face of Ginny’s gaiety and bubbly cheer a lovely sight to behold. Harry noted that he wasn’t the only male in the crowd watching the two girls intently, particularly once Luna started to wrap her arms around Ginny’s neck and let her body fall into the girl as her golden ball of fire continued to boldly swing them around the other couples.





Harry sighed deeply as he felt his prick inflate with his lust and looked around for a waiter. He was going to need some Firewhiskey shots to get through this night. The aroused teen held his hand up to his face and licked his fingers clean again as he thought about how he was going to get inside Luna before the end of this interminable party.







It was much later that Harry, having foresworn the sensations in his demanding cock to get on with things, had mingled with the guests as the girls danced and came upon the man he recognized from Dumbledore’s obituary in the Prophet. Elphias Doge was delighted to finally be introduced to Harry, as the boy revealed his true identity to the man with a conspiring whisper. They talked for quite some time about his friendship with Dumbledore and what the great wizard had been like in his early years. Harry had been amazed to hear of the man’s many accomplishments at such a young age. Unfortunately, they were soon to attract the attentions of Ron’s miserable great aunt Muriel, who injected herself into their conversation with quite an unpleasant forcefulness that maintained Dumbledore was some kind of nasty, unsavory character who just might have murdered his own sister.





Harry was horrified at the spiteful lies Muriel was illustrating were between the pages of Rita Skeeter’s scathing biography, and the old bat made a point of aligning herself with the hack journalist against the simpering protests of the frail Mr. Doge. It had been bad enough to read the excerpt in the pages of the wizarding paper, especially at Skeeter’s malicious insinuation that Dumbledore’s interest in Harry was “unnatural”. The boy had been incensed when he read it, but it was nothing compared to the vile aspersions the Weasley matriarch spewed over Dumbledore’s memory. The more she spoke, the more Harry wanted to shove the treasured tiara Fleur was now currently wearing and Muriel wouldn’t shut up about right up the woman’s saggy arse. It wasn’t just outrage that he felt, however, as Muriel now tarnished Bathilda Bagshot’s name in the sordid telling. When she had informed Harry that Bathilda lived in Godric’s Hollow, where the Dumbledores had previously resided, Harry felt shaken to the core.



How could his mentor not mention this extremely significant detail during their work in the Pensieve? Hell, in the entire time he’d known the boy? Had he really not thought it was important? Harry felt betrayed by the idea and he started to get sick as he wondered just what the hell else the Headmaster had neglected to tell him. Could all of this business he was hearing about Albus’ past with his family and Grindelwald be true? His mind wanted to reject the whole story Muriel laced with her vitriol, but what would he do if there was some grain of fact to what she was saying?





The rattled teen was starting to feel the seams in his mental hold loosen as though each statement picked a stitch of his faith and loyalty apart. He didn’t want to hear this, none of these lies only hours before he was to embark on the man’s assigned quest. He trusted Dumbledore, his jumbled brain insisted, even though that trust would frequently get bounced around in a storm, but it was a though-line for Harry that he was hanging onto like a life support at the moment. What the fuck? Was this going to be his constant lot in life, the butt of some grand design of a fucking joke? Just what the hell was he supposed to believe now?





As if in answer, Harry felt the Weasley’s watch around his wrist vibrate, his reminder that the hour was up for another dose of Polyjuice. He’d been carrying a flask in his back pocket, imbibing throughout the day, but decided now was the time to take care of this off-site. He brusquely excused himself from the table and started towards the house, looking for Luna on the way.



He found her talking with Charlie Weasley. Rather, she was backed up against one of the poles holding up the tent, while the dragon tender leaned over her with his hand resting above her head on the metal column. His other hand gripped a drink which Harry seriously doubted was anything benign as a Butterbeer and appeared to be enjoying himself while he engaged the girl. Harry stood stock still for a moment as he let the rage simmer in his belly. Mother. Fucker. The teen closed his eyes and let the sounds fade away as he breathed in and out deeply. Take control. Don’t get upset before you take her away, his inner voice instructed. Just think about Luna’s tight, hot pussy and you can get through this. Remember, she’s all yours.



Harry opened his eyes again and smoothed his features into one of placid acceptance. He strolled over to the pair and cleared his throat. When Charlie looked at the boy, it took him a few seconds to recognize who was standing there.



“Oh, hey, ‘cousin’, having a bit of fun at the bash, mate? Did you get any of the good stuff, yet?” Charlie raised his glass in reference.





“Actually, yeah, but I need to borrow Miss Lovegood for a second, if you don’t mind?” He only regarded Charlie as he maintained his composure.





“Well, sure, yeah. Luna was just telling me about some of her woodland ‘friends’. Interesting girl, she says she’s a friend of yours. I was telling her about my charges back in Romania.”





I’ll bet you were, Harry thought dryly. Nonetheless, he smiled tersely at the older Weasley and took Luna by the hand, pulling her from the tent and towards the back door of the Burrow’s kitchen. When he got her inside, he put his finger back up to his lips again in the international sign of silence and proceeded to scope out each room as he herded her along. At the sound of voices, he tucked his body with Luna’s against the wall under the stairs as he heard two sets of footsteps clump down. From the high tones and rambling gurgle of strange words, he assumed it was Mrs. Delacour speaking with her daughter and Fleur’s little sister, Gabrielle. Once the women’s chatter died down as they left the dwelling for the outside festivities, Harry quickly tugged Luna up the stairs as silently as possible.





He scanned the hallways but then made his way to the room he was sharing with Ron, leading up another short stairway. When he got to the door, he rapped on it twice before being assured it was empty. He opened it and pulled Luna inside behind him in one swift motion, closing them shut in the cluttered space before locking it. Harry backed the girl up to Ron’s bed, devouring her mouth as he moved. This. This was heaven. He shut out what he couldn’t contemplate, which was doing without her lips for a while, and concentrated on the right now; how soft she was, how sweet she tasted, how much pleasure he felt affecting her senses. The boy completely forgot about his appearance until her grip in his curly hair felt strange.





Shit, what was Mr. Barney leaving him to work with in his pants, he wondered, as he waited for the Polyjuice to reverse the effects. He stepped back from Luna and they both looked down at his bulge with some curiosity. Harry glanced up at her face again with a “here goes nothing” expression as he unzipped his pants, getting another tingle in the groin as he watched her lick her lips in anticipation. Did he have time to fuck that mouth, too? Gods.





Having tossed off his robes, he peeled down the boxers covering his hard shaft and gaped at the surprise appearance. Shite. What the fuck was he supposed to do with this midget? He looked back to Luna with his disappointment evident, but she only made a funny face like she was trying not to laugh. Harry purposely pulled her watch out of his pocket and popped open the cover to gauge the time left.





“It’s just one more minute. What do you want to do till then?” he snickered. Luna went to reach for the clasps holding her robes together, but Harry decided to Banish them in one swish of his wand so that they lay pristine on his cot a second later and Luna stood there in her undergarments. Her bra was extra lacey, he noted, as the cups pushed her swelling breasts upwards like an offering. Who was he to deny them?



“Don’t want to get your outfit wrinkled now, do we? Let’s get these knickers out of the way;” and he pushed her backwards until she was lying on his mate’s mattress and then lifting up her hips so that Harry could pull the satin down. He stuffed them in his side pocket all the way down with her gift, planning on keeping them for souvenir. When he knelt down on the floor, he pushed up her legs and then demanded she grab her ankles.





The girl did and he stared for a minute as her perfect V enflamed him further. Her stretch was impressive, with her heels practically framing her face while her grip strained around the space just below the feet. She looked delirious now as the air hit her gaping, wet slit and she moaned as she waited for him to start. He ran a finger up her folds and she jerked at his touch. By the time his tongue was buried her cunt, he could feel that bubbling shift of his skin as his metamorphosis took hold. When he could feel his own trusty cock standing stiffly at his center again, he pulled his body over hers and penetrated that silky heat with a slam of his hips.



Luna groaned deeply, but held onto her ankles dutifully, even though Harry could see the strain pull the muscles in the backs of her legs taut. He focused his attention to that bound neck and he sighed. He felt calmed to be in her again, but now he wanted to let his desire take over, just revel in this moment so he could absorb the act in its entirety to be replayed over and over in the days ahead. He let the weight of his body press down on her so he could keep her legs back, and then he let his hand curve around that choker with longing. He was determined to make her a special collar and hoped he’d get to see her in it soon. But now, he left his imagination to take in the reality of this beauty beneath him.





“I want you all the time, Luna, do you realize that?” he asked her while his thumb stroked a line from her chin to the ridged bones of her throat.





“I want you so much, too, Harry. I love you.” Luna watched him devotedly as she remained passive to his thrusting, shifting her elbows over the backs of her legs and holding on for dear life as he fucked her harder.





Harry leaned down enough to kiss her, his hand wrapping around her throat tightly while he rammed away into her core. His tongue moved just as forcefully and tried to tell her he loved her too in the way he plundered her mouth. The couple stayed entwined in each other with nothing in their minds but each other as the celebration carried on outside the window. A bit later, there was a light knock on the door and the teens froze where they lay. Harry cautioned Luna to stay quiet as they listened for it again.





“Harry? Harry, are you in there?” The faint whisper at the door carried over to them as it dawned on the boy that Ron was calling for him.





“I’m busy!” Harry whispered back, still not moving off Luna, the girl still holding up her feet like a gymnast.





“Well, stop for a minute and get the fuck over here!” his friend whispered back.





Harry expelled a great breath as he realized he’d have to deal with the intrusion to his gratification. He pulled out of Luna and tucked his slick erection into the boxers and pants as best he could; not bothering to zip himself up as he tiptoed to the door. When he cracked it open a sliver so he could stick his face up for Ron’s inspection, he glared daggers at the boy.





“What?!” he hissed.





The red-head’s worried expression hung just outside and his eyes widened at the severity of the matter. “You’re being asked for, okay? They’re looking for you.”





“Who is? Why didn’t you just say I was in the bathroom?” Harry needed to cum, goddamnit, he was not going to be denied his moment of release.





“I did, like ten minutes ago, you prat! My mum wanted you and then Ginny and Hermione started asking for your whereabouts, too. I suggest you hurry up in there and get down here fast,” Ron suggested stringently to his friend.





“Alright, alright. I’ve got to take more Polyjuice, just tell them I drank too much Firewhiskey and that I’m just coming, er,” he shook his head at the double meaning, “yeah, give me five more minutes, please, Ron, I beg you!”





His friend rolled his eyes and sighed in his most put upon affectation, but he grumbled ‘fine’ and headed for the stairwell. Harry shut the door and turned to see that Luna was still waiting in her trembling V. Merlin, he was so very lucky, and he proceeded to show his appreciation in the time he’d allotted them.





After they’d come and Harry was hurriedly getting them dressed again; magicking her robes back on but insisting she fix her hair while he got himself together, he opened up his shirt and pulled out his mokeskin pouch that Hagrid had given him for his birthday before they left the room. He foraged inside for his DA galleon and when he extracted it from the squished contents of the flattened fur he turned to Luna and grabbed her hand.





“Here’s the original coin. I want you to work on a way to make them signal the copies like I told you, but just your copy, do you understand? I need us to have a way to contact each other, but I don’t know where I’m going to be at first. I’ll signal you another way as soon as I can figure it out, okay? You’re a smart girl, Luna, brilliant even. I know you can work this out.” He put the coin in her hand and pressed it closed. Luna gave him her most serious look.





“I’ll do my best, I swear, Harry,” she vowed with tears filling her eyes again.





Harry gave her a searing kiss that he could imprint to his brain one more time, but then broke them apart as he ushered her to the door.





“You get to the downstairs, while I head to the bathroom to wait. I’m giving you a couple of minutes to get out there first, okay?”





Luna gave him a nod of her head but kept silent. He poked his head out of the door to make sure it was clear before pushing her out towards to small stairway to the hall. Just before he sent her on her way, he pulled the girl back into his arms and kissed her cheek. His mouth moved to her ear and he whispered to her.





“Take care of yourself for me at Hogwarts, luv. Remember what I told you. Promise me you’ll be good.” He implored her with his gaze deep in her eyes and the girl shook with her assertions. Harry pulled her face to him and kissed her other cheek. “I love you, okay?” he told her, conveying the best he could how he cared for her.



Before she could respond, he pushed her away and started to head for loo, not looking back as she ran down the steps and headed outside. He downed his potion and waited for the change, adjusting his robes and brushing his hands through that stupid hair. Then he left to join the party.





It was when he had been walking towards Ron and Hermione again, that the Patronus leapt into the crowd. Shackelbolt’s voice emanated from the warning spirit as the crowd murmured in their alarm. By the time Death Eaters started appearing in the corners of the garden, there was a full-fledged hysteria under way. Harry tried to make his way over to his friends while his eyes searched the crowd in a panic, wondering where Luna was now. He was almost to their waiting, frightened faces when a large hulking form blocked his path. He jumped back as the masked figure pointed its wand towards Harry. Before the boy could even react, he heard a fierce Protego! and the shield appeared in front of him deflecting the spell headed his way.





As he turned towards the shout, he saw Luna’s determined face as she threw herself in front of him, stroking her wand downwards again as she parried another red blow. Harry grabbed her shoulders from behind and screamed.





“What do you think you’re doing?!” but the girl only turned back, her face full of silver fire.





“Harry, you have to get out of here!” she insisted as she navigated him to Ron and Hermione running forward, her body continuing to provide cover. Harry tried to protest loudly, screaming her name again as Hermione’s hand gripped around his wrist. Then in another second, she’d twisted the two boys on the spot and Harry felt that sudden sensation of being squeezed through a tube.













* denotes passages from DH.



You know, this is how I see it. I might think that Harry and Luna are perfect together, but he is only seventeen, he is about to undergo the fight of his life, and he's quite the Dom when it comes to sex. I am certainly plenty vocal about my disappointment with the Harry/Ginny hook-up in canon, and I will expound more on that in a second, but since I'm really using the events of DH as most of my basis for this story, I am not above acknowledging that Harry's physical attraction for Ginny is not just going to disappear because he feels something for Luna now. Plus, when I think of how he likes to control situations to his sexual gratification, when I think how much he realizes he can get Luna to do whatever he wants, he can't really overcome the incessant urgings of a teenager when it comes to the idea of working two girls who obviously want him. It's a powerful head trip, especially for the space he's in right now.



One of the reasons I was so bothered by Harry marrying the obnoxious Weasley was that I felt it took something away from Harry and Ron's relationship. These two boys who have been through so much together, but they don't even get to talk about sex because the sum total of their experience is with Harry's best friend and Ron's little sister. That sucked. Soooo unfair.



That's all I have to say about that. I think.