The Hunt

In another wing of the castle, Pansy Parkinson looked down at Ron Weasley, sleeping on his back. He was breathing steady, his face devoid of anything but his dreams.



Pansy inhaled on her cigarette and exhaled with a smile. Looking out the window she gazed at the huge tree they had a view off. Ron was amazing. He made her feel so desired.



Ron was a fabulous lover. Everything she had ever dreamed about was true. Ron was caring and a generous man. He made sure she had what she wanted. He was always asking if what he did felt good. He asked her if she wanted him to go slower or faster, did she want to feel him deeper.



Pansy let her body relax against him. He was warm. His body generated a lot of heat and she loved it. She wanted more f it. After what she had experienced she knew she wouldn’t be able to give it up. Her previous partners were selfish and narrow minded. Ron was as far from that as possible.



He wanted to hear her talk to him. He wanted her to share the moment with him. She thought back to the end of their night. She felt a surge of randiness and egged him on, telling him she wanted it harder and faster. They had nearly fallen off the bed from shifting about o much, but Pansy had been covered in sweat and her pussy twitched by the time they were done.



She inhaled deeply on the cigarette, the images still fresh in her mind. Ron had told her that Hermione and Severus had caught them in the game room, but left after a few minutes. She knew she should be embarrassed but she wasn’t. She was too caught up in the moment and what Ron made her feel to be worried about what she looked like or if anyone was watching.



“Is that one of mine?” She looked down at Ron, he still had his eyes closed but was wearing a slight grin.



“Yes, I didn’t think you’d mind.” She admitted.



“No, I don’t mind.” He told her holding, out his hand. She handed him her cigarette and let him inhale. When he gave it back she took one more hit and put it out before spooning against him.



“You feel so soft.” He said into her neck. She gave a little giggle. “Better then any childhood teddy bear.”



“Wow, I’m better then a teddy bear.” She giggled. “Did you have one?” She asked.



“No, but Ginny used to tear the house apart looking for hers when Fred or George hid it.” He laughed. “We are going to have to talk in the morning Pansy.”



“Really?” She felt slightly worried. “About what?” Surely he didn’t want this to be over. Maybe she hadn’t felt the closeness that she felt.



“About us. We can’t just go back to being friends. We have something now, we need to talk about what that something is.” He said calmly speaking with common sense.



She smiled and snuggled closer. “Yes, we’ll talk in the morning.” They settled down to sleep and when she heard his low breathing she knew he had drifted off. In his sleep he reached around and held her breast. She covered his hand with hers and fell sleep with a smile.







Luna held the bed sheet around her body as she looked out the window at the moon. Her mother had always felt peace when she looked at the moon and had named her baby after the peacefulness and tranquility she shared with the moon. Now years later she felt the same contentment that her mother had felt.



She felt strong arms brush her hair aside and hug her from behind. She rested her head against Greg’s shoulder. He leaned down and kissed her neck. “I love your hair.” He whispered in her ear.



“Thank you.” She breathed out, letting her head roll to the side to give him better access. He nuzzled her neck and looked up at the moon with her. “You were so wonderful Greg.” She whispered.



“You think so?” He said with a chuckle. “Why is that?” He asked.



“Your touch is gentle.” She said brushing her cheek against his temple. “You treat me like a lady.”



“You are a lady.” He fell quiet for a moment. “How do you feel about me?” He asked in a nervous voice.



She thought for a moment. He deserved her honesty. “I feel strongly for you. I wouldn’t say love just yet, I think its too soon to say that.” he nodded. “But Greg,” she turned and faced him, “I know I feel something stronger then just a passing crush. I have had my eye on you for some time and I admire the man you’ve become.” He looked in her eyes and listened to every word she was saying. “You’ve grown into a man to be proud of and I’d like nothing more than to have a man like you in my life.” He smiled down at her.



Luna was a lovely girl and she was a passionate one. In his arms she had come undone, letting her body go and wanting experience anything she offered. He could still hear her soft sighs and her cries of climax. They were music to his ears.



“I’d like that too Luna.” He said leaning down and kissing her. She kissed him back, the both of them content to just kiss. Touching wasn’t necessary, it wasn’t needed. They each knew how the other felt.



After a several moments they broke apart. Greg brushed her hair off her shoulders and held her jaw with his fingertips. “You are beautiful.” He whispered. She smiled at him. Together they walked to bed and nestled under the covers.



They stayed there side by side, the moon letting in the only light in the room. Greg threaded her fingers with his. He was content. “We have something special.” He said quietly.



“Yes, we do.” She said, cuddling close to him.









Ginny Weasley came out of the bathroom and walked naked over to the bed. Lucius was sleeping flat on his back, the bed sheet up to his waist. That gorgeous silken hair of his falling abut everywhere.



He truly was a handsome man to behold. And he was a fabulous lover. She knew he would be. She felt such a joy in his arms.



“Stop staring.” He said breaking into a smile. She smiled back.



“I can’t help it. You’re a sight to look at.” she climbed into bed with him, stretching her body out on her side beside his. He draped an arm around her and held her shoulder. “What are you thinking Lucius?”



“Several things. All nonsense I’m sure.” He said.



“Come on Lucius.” She urged with a laugh. “Tell me.”



“I was just thinking that Draco would be so happy if he could see that I‘ve begun to live again, and then he’d run away traumatized.” Ginny laughed.



“he would be happy I think.” She agreed. “I’m happy too Lucius.” She added giving him a squeeze. He returned it.



“I know you are Ginny, I know.” She fell asleep against him, breathing in his scent, leaving him to his thoughts in the night. It was some time before Lucius was able to sleep.



He had not thought about making a connection to Ginny. He knew physicality was physicality, but he didn’t know that the intimacy they shared would lead to these thoughts. Thoughts of him and Ginny in every position conceivable. Thoughts of him and Ginny taking trips and fornicating all over the place. Those thoughts he expected.



He didn’t however think he would imagine him and Ginny at Malfoy Manor, sipping tea in the lounge, or walking along the gardens. Holding hands as they walked the grounds and the nearby forest.



He never imagined he would think about another woman in his life, and to be honest it surprised him. He didn’t know what to make of it.



When he finally did sleep, it was only the comfort of the woman in his arms that made it possible.