Mad Snorkacks and Englishmen

A/N: Hi all. So, I have to confess, when I started this story, I didn't really have an idea for the ending, but the bunny was so strong that I wanted to just get writing and see where it took me. I have since figured out how this is all going to end, but new ideas are always coming at me and I am eager to incorporate them into the story. That means that my initial tags are going to be updated, and some of the new ones might put some of you off. I really hope that is not the case and that you'll give me a chance to show you through my writing that it all works for these sides of the characters. I realize that everyone has their preferences, but the warnings sometimes work as spoilers for me, so I've been hesitant to change them. And in fact, I won't be adding to them until I post the next chapter, so I just wanted to give you a heads up. Nothing bad, I promise, although I noticed that I've already had certain elements throughout this story that weren't noted, like the abundance of masturbation. Quick poll, what draws you to a story first, after the pairing that is, the category, the summary, or the list of warnings?



Anyway, I just wanted to say to NutsAboutHarry that you shouldn't feel bad about your critique at all. It was very useful to me and I really enjoyed having an opportunity to illustrate my interpretation. In point of fact, your notes about Ginny gave me the firm ideas on what I really wanted to do with her character in this piece, so thanks!



SoftO, I loved your review. So happy you saw the fisting as spiritual because that's exactly what I was going for. I have more Hermione for you this chapter, so I'm thrilled you liked the way I write her. And I agree about Lupin. As Sneakyfox put it, I saw him as a desperate man trying to get out of a desperate situation and likely to do things he wasn't expecting even of himself.



Hope everyone had a nice holiday weekend! Coco, this one's for you!

















Chapter 18: The Price Is Right





Hermione sat on her sleeping bag as she sipped lightly at the bitter taste of the Firewhiskey. She wasn’t sure how Ron had managed to get her into this. He had gone to get the bottle after they’d been talking about the whole Harry and Luna situation and the ginger teen had confessed he knew about it. Hermione was incensed at being left out of the loop. Just because she was a girl, she bet; it wasn’t fair.





Then Ron had downed another two fingerfuls of that burning spirit and shared that he had only found out by accident. Hermione pressed him on the details and his face burned as he forced his way through the story of his rude discovery in the forest. She could tell he didn’t think she would understand the tying up thing at all as he went out of his way to explain the term ‘kinky’ but with very little accuracy. Hermione got the impression that Ron really had no idea what he was talking about.





“It sounds like they’re involved in an S&M relationship, by the sound of it. I wouldn’t have thought Harry to have it in him, though. I always thought he was uneasy with any kind of blatant sexuality, although Ginny did say he was an excellent kisser; very good with his tongue.”





Ron looked none too happy to hear that and his features squashed together as if he’d just had something nasty to eat.





“Well, sorry, but she did,” the curly brunette insisted.





“What the ruddy hell is an essandem?” he wanted to know after shaking off his distaste at the image Hermione had planted.



“S and M; you know, it’s an abbreviation for sadomasochism.” Now Ron was looking seriously lost.





“What the bugger? Where do you get these words, Hermione? What, did you already read about this in a book or something?” He seemed horrified at the thought.





“Of course I read it in a book. It was all about sexuality,” her face blushed at this, “and it had a few passages about, er, some different practices. It just means that one of them likes to be the sadist and the other likes the pain, you know; the masochist. Although, I think with Harry and Luna, it’s probably just a dominant and submissive role-playing thing, which I guess I can see fitting Harry’s profile. After the meetings with Dumbledore’s Army, he really seemed to enjoy taking charge of situations,” she suggested.





“Yeah, Harry does like to lead, I never realized just how much. But, uh, why would someone find it sexy to, well, want to spank another person that they fancy? That sounded totally weird.” Ron looked terribly uncomfortable to be discussing such things, but Hermione appreciated the fact that he was trying hard to understand his friend. He had really matured a lot lately, being so considerate and thoughtful about her and Harry.





“I suppose I don’t really understand it, either. You know, in movies and novels, when characters suggest doing that it’s just to be naughty in a fun way, but I suspect Harry is a bit more serious about something like that; he’s so bloody intense. I couldn’t even begin to guess what Luna gets out of it.” The two teens were deep in their ruminations for a few moments as they puzzled over the idea.





“He’s definitely serious about it,” sighed Ron eventually. Hermione glanced at him quizzically at that, wanting him to explain further. The boy suddenly appeared guilty.





“Well, uh, he might have, er, you know, admitted to me that he was…possibly,” his face was turning beet red again, “in…love.” Her eyes widened at that.





“Really? Aww; how sweet for him.” Her heart squeezed for a moment at the thought of her best friend finding that kind of pure emotion with someone. Then she wrinkled her nose as she contemplated his other object of affection. “So, what’s going to happen with Ginny, then?”





“He’s broken up with her, hasn’t he, so I imagine it’s over and done with now. I don’t think he’s going to drop Luna to go back to her after You-Know-Who is defeated. I mean, I don’t think he ever felt that strongly about her, do you?”





Hermione thought back on their brief relationship, how quickly Harry had turned around in his interest for his mate’s sister. “I know he really liked her a lot. He just looked so happy when they were spending time with each other. I didn’t think he was going to marry her or anything, to be honest. I just thought they were cute together. It was a nice, normal school romance. He needed that for a bit.”





Ron gave her a suspicious look and she rolled her eyes. “Well, I mean, they’re just so much alike, don’t you think? I would imagine that would get old after a while. No one wants to see their own worst traits mirrored in their girlfriend, do they? I mean, God, can you imagine their fights? And the brooding? Between the pair of them, they could carry a grudge for an eon.”



“Yeah, I suppose,” he agreed. “The normal thing didn’t last long though, huh? Do you think that Harry just can’t help but stand out at everything he does?” he wondered aloud.





“Well, he hardly stands out at his studies, unless he’s got a Potions master indirectly helping him out,” Hermione teased.





When the boy spoke again, there was a hint of a smile at the corners of his lips. “So, you think it’s better when opposites attract?” he queried.





Hermione cast her gaze to her legs folded underneath her in a lotus position as she blushed again.





“Yeah, I believe there’s definitely something to that.” She took a hesitant sip of her liquor, only to make a face as she stuck out her tongue and gacked.





Ron snickered at that as he poured himself another shot. Hermione worried that she might get splitting drunk before she could catch up to him. She was still on her first drink. The studious witch watched him imbibe the stuff and then make a manly grunt as the heat ran down his gullet.





“Cor, that takes some getting used to, don’it? C’mon, ‘Mione, man it up, put some hair on your ba--er,” he caught himself with a worried expression, “chest. On second thought, maybe you should leave it off.” He finished with a sly smile but let his gaze dart down to her breasts for a moment before his attention snapped back up to her face guiltily.





Normally, Hermione got really annoyed when boys did that to her, but this time, she felt a little flattered. She was well aware that they were one of her few visual attributes; although not quite the wonder twins that Lavender Brown possessed. Still, it was nice to have an indication that Ron appreciated her form. She took another sip of her whiskey, then promptly made another face at the horrid taste, but felt the effects just the same. She started to feel a little loose, like she might just say any wild thing that popped into her head.





“So, what do you think they’re doing up there right now?” she asked in a hushed tone as her eyes took on a glazed look.





“Well, I reckon they’re not playing Exploding Snap,” was Ron’s retort and Hermione started to giggle. Oh my god, she was giggling? She abruptly stopped and tried to get serious again.





“I hope he knows what he’s doing. He could hurt her if he’s not careful. Did he really suspend her between two trees?” she asked in bewilderment. That whole encounter Ron described had blown her mind.





“That was almost the least shocking thing I witnessed. It was his total devotion to sticking his tongue up her twat that really threw me topsy-turvy. I’d never seen Harry so greedy unless it was a last piece of treacle tart.” He had spoken with a flat, hollow voice as he stared unseeing at the carpet. Then his brain must have relayed what he’d just said because he gave Hermione another one of those culpable faces. “Sorry.”





“No, don’t be sorry, you should be frank about it. I would have been surprised by that, too. I wonder if she liked it?” She imagined wistfully how that would feel to have someone so intently licking out your girly bits. Ron gave her a sharp look before his mouth turned up in a sarcastic grin.





“Uh, yeah; trust me; she liked it a LOT,” and he gave a nod of his head in emphasis. Hermione got a devilish twinkle in her chocolate brown irises.





“Oh, do tell. What was she saying?” She was almost panting as she waited for Ron to go into the embarrassing details. When he looked into her face, he seemed resolute in being as honest as possible.





“Well, she wasn’t really saying anything other than yes over and over, but she was just moaning like you wouldn’t believe. Luna’s always such a funny girl when she talks to you, like she’s serious when you’re joking around, but thinks it’s hilarious when you’re being totally straight with her. I would never have thought she could be so….,” he struggled to say the word, but then Hermione’s prompting made him give in. “Sexual. Luna was really, really into it, like she was swept up in some divine force. She was pretty sexy like that.”





When Hermione gave a frown, which she hadn’t really meant to, Ron quickly added in his caveat. “If you’re into that sort of thing, I mean. Which I’m not. I mean, I’m not interested in Luna or anything,” he added as he stumbled over his words.





“Oh, I wasn’t suggesting you were, Ron, but she’s definitely a pretty girl. I hadn’t realized how much until we saw her at the wedding. Amazing what a little care can do for one’s appearance. I can totally see how some guys might find those unnaturally big eyes of hers kind of appealing. She’s like a big, blonde doll, porcelain skin and everything.” Hermione was surprising herself with the stuff flying out of her gob now.





“Yeah, with a really nice pair of tits,” Ron added reverently. At that, Hermione did flash a little disapproval, but the red-head just brushed it off.





“I’m a bloke; we tend to notice those things when they’re staring us straight in the face.” He glanced down at her chest again surreptitiously, his eyelids going into a slow blink afterwards as if he was not aware of what he was doing.





Hermione felt she needed some more bravery and took another, bigger sip of her Firewhiskey till her shot glass was empty. She stuck her tongue out again as she grimaced. She was obviously not cut out to be a drinker. Ron went to pour some more in her glass the moment she set it down. He gave his own glass another pull and then set the bottle down and picked up his booze to toast her.





“C’mon, ‘Mione, tit’s up, this time.” When he tapped his glass to hers, the liquid inside sloshed a little, but then he knocked it back brazenly again. Ron, on the other hand, obviously had a knack for this. He wiped his mouth and watched her expectantly. Hermione could see his blue eyes go darker, steely in their attention.





“Well, here goes,” she said determinedly, and then flung her head back with her glass as the fiery alcohol snaked down her throat, almost making her gag. When she brought her head back up, she coughed into the heat without any care as to how amateur she looked.





Ron thumped her on the back a few times, but then his hand just slid up and down as if to coax the liquid down. He felt really good, the young witch decided.





“Don’t worry, you’ll get the hang of it,” he said in a sagacious burr. Hermione felt her nipples turn to pebbles.





“Is that what Harry tells Luna?” she suddenly quipped, and after a beat started laughing hilariously at her joke. Ron just gave her an odd look. “Get it? She was hanging by the ropes?” Hermione tried to explain, but the boy shook his head like he thought she was daft. Now wasn’t that a pickle.





“I wonder what contraception method they’re using,” she suddenly enquired curiously. “Is Luna even knowledgeable about potions or do you think Harry’s using a Prophylaxis? Because that could be potentially problematic if they’re really rough in the…you know, intercourse.”





Ron was confounded by her interest. “Are you sure you just read about this stuff in books, Hermione?” he asked guardedly.





Hermione huffed loudly with her exasperation. “Well, of course, silly. I’m still a virgin, how else would I find these things out.” She hadn’t thought at all before she said such a statement, and now she froze as it dawned on her what she’d just confirmed. She was suddenly very aware that Ron’s hand was still on her back.





“That’s good to know, then. I’m a virgin, too,” the young man said shyly, but there was a conviction in his voice.





Hermione flushed in her happiness to hear it. The girl had had many a sleepless, fitful night imagining just how far he had gone with Lavender. Knowing that he was still virtuous in this one area made her feel special, like they were partners in something together. His hand on her resumed its slow strokes up and down her back.





“So you’re alright with that?” she asked, her lips curved in a half smile.





“Yeah, I think its right. I want that first time to be with someone I really care about, you know, the girl I want to marry.”





He stared deep into her eyes when he said it and Hermione felt that pull in her loins and her breasts go tight as she stared right back. It was like some outside force suddenly pulling them towards each other and her head tilted forwards slowly to meet his, her eyes resting on his red lips as she gained closer.





Their lips were just about to touch each other; their mouths open, when they were both startled by a loud crack a few feet next to them. Hermione jumped a foot and yelped at the surprise of seeing Kreacher in the drawing room holding tight to a very disgruntled Mundungus Fletcher.





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Ron leapt up the stairs as he made to get Harry. He was still sore at having Kreacher ruin a perfectly great moment between him and Hermione, but there was no help for it now. He’d just have to hope he’d get another opportunity soon. Good thing they didn’t drink the whole bottle. His head was getting a little thick, though, and his eyesight had seriously been compromised on the way up the steps. Everything was looking a little wobbly and his stomach lurched when he reached the top landing. He gave a little belch before walking over to Sirius’ door, which was now Harry’s space.





Oh, God, he wasn’t going to be interrupting anything again, was he? He really hoped not. It had been hard enough last time knowing that they were doing it in his room, possibly on his own bed. He knocked on the door more forcefully this time round. They had business to attend to; Harry would just have to get over it. He couldn’t hear any sounds coming from the room, but then he supposed there were several charms in place to prevent that. When the door opened rather soon after, he was a bit surprised, but then Ron regarded his mate somewhat chagrined. Harry stood there, hair a mess, putting on his glasses, and totally starkers.





It wasn’t that Ron had never seen him naked before, because they’d seen each other enough times in the boys’ showers to feel completely at ease about the idea. It was the way Harry was standing there, though, that sort of set Ron on edge. Like, he had a swagger about him, as he stood there cocking his hip while his arm rested against the doorframe, that just dripped of his accomplishments in the bedroom; he’d obviously been shagging her through the mattress. And how did he know it hadn’t been Hermione knocking?





In his drunken state, Ron imagined he must look agog, as his eyes accidentally scraped downwards to take in Harry’s hanging prick. It had never occurred to him before to note that his friend was quite fortunate there; he had a pretty decent sized knob, to be sure. Nothing monstrous, but definitely a show-er, he mused with a competitive streak, even if it was a bit mangled with that missing foreskin.





Of course, it was nothing on what he had stashed away in his pants, Ron thought smugly. The Weasley men might not be good with the financial successes, but they were certainly gifted in other areas, and Ron had benefited mightily from the “Weasley curse”. So the twins had referred to it, anyway, always accompanied by the wiggle of the eyebrows. They liked to tease Percy that he had missed out and that was why he was such a miserable sod. Ron recalled Charlie telling him during one of their “older brother” chats that his first few girlfriends had both had some difficulty with his size. He suggested to his youngest brother that he learn patience early, because you definitely had to go slow in the penetration with some birds, especially when they were good girls. The impressionable teen had listened very carefully and eagerly took heed of the advice.





Now Harry spoke groggily. “What is it, what time is it?” he asked as his fingers flew up to rub his eyes under the frames of his glasses.





“Kreacher’s here. With Mundungus complaining loudly behind him, I might add.”





Harry’s face snapped wide awake at that and he furrowed his brow. He stepped away from the door for a brief moment and when he came back he was in his jeans, closing the door behind him as he stepped out into the hall. Ron felt a little bothered having his friend head downstairs without a shirt on. Would Hermione take notice of Harry’s hard chest and fit belly with the dark hair trailing out of his top button? Harry had been playing Quidditch for a lot longer than him and was gracefully athletic; his body certainly reflected that. Ron attempted to beat his jealousy back down; he was pissed and the alcohol was fueling his insecurities, he reasoned.





Then he thought on it no more as he followed Harry’s running thud down the stairway.







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Luna stirred in her blissful sleep when she felt the bed move again. Soft lips kissed her closed eyelids and when she opened them to gaze at Harry she was already smiling widely. She bit her bottom lip as she focused on him, eyes blinking back the waking haze. The girl was still in a state of her thrall at what Harry had done to her. Luna was sure that she could still feel his hand inside of her; stretching her in a ghostly imprint. Her body still felt reamed through, kind of achy, and pulsing in a low throb.





Her rational mind knew that physically, her core was in its normal stages, but that floaty part of her still insisted that she was hollowed out by Harry’s absence. She only felt completely whole when he was inside her now, one way or another. That realization made her ache for another reason, however, as it dawned on her that she was forever dependent on the boy to sustain her in this cocoon of nurturing.





Luna tried to think back to what it felt like to be her without needing Harry’s touch, his soothing words in her ear, or his loving demands that she take whatever he wanted to give her. She couldn’t quite recall who that person was. Someone who was usually sad, she expected. It all seemed like so long ago, already. Surely she wouldn’t be able to revert back to that if Harry suddenly didn’t want her anymore.





The thought made her shiver and the raven-haired boy wrapped his arms around her thinking she was cold. He kissed her on the mouth this time, his tongue pushing through her lips persistently as she allowed him entry. His hands stroked down to her bum and held her close to him and Luna was immediately excited when she felt his hardness for her; her breasts already straining for him as the tips wrinkled tightly in anticipation of his teeth, her flower soaking its petals with the promise of more of him. She didn’t ever want to leave his bed but only wanted to please him in any way he needed.





When he pulled back, she breathed out before speaking, her voice lilting in the quiet of the dawn.





“What time is it, Harry? Did you go somewhere?” she asked dreamily.





“Yeah, we got another visitor tonight.” Luna blinked again at her confusion as she waited for him to expound. “Kreacher is back. He’s the house-elf that belongs to Sirius’ family. He’s mine now that the house has been passed down to me. We sent him to find one of our more slippery Order members. Seems ol’ Dung has been swiping the family heirlooms out of the house while I’ve been away and there was something we were looking for specifically. Unfortunately, it looks like he sold it someone else; a really vile someone else.”





His face grew dark at the statement. “It’s going to be a real delicate operation getting it back, so we’re going to be very busy until we can find a way inside the…” Harry stopped mid-sentence and then looked at her carefully. He didn’t finish but merely rubbed his hands over the collar she was still wearing.





“Well, anyway, don’t worry about all that. I’m going to have Kreacher take you back early noon, so your dad won’t worry. That means I’ve only got you for a short time to make you come all over me. It’s three in the morning now, so we should probably get started.” He had his glasses off, so the emerald points of fire in his eyes when he said this felt like they were setting her skin ablaze.





“Will I be able to see you again, soon?” she asked suddenly feeling frantic at the thought of leaving him. Her eyes grew more protuberant as her mouth hung slack waiting for his assurances that she wouldn’t have to wait long.





“I don’t know, luv, it all depends on what happens with this stake-out. It might not be until you’re back at school. I’m actually a little bit worried about how the Ministry is going to interfere with Hogwarts now that Voldemort is pulling the strings behind this sham government.”





Luna tried not to show her disappointment; that seemed so long away. The thought of returning for her sixth year brought its own heartbreak once she realized she would be sitting alone on the train again. Ginny was no longer an option.





“I don’t think Ginny will want to have anything to do with me once we get back, but do you think Neville might still talk to me?” she asked hopefully. Harry looked grim when she said it, though.





“I’m pretty sure Neville will, Lu, but you just need to give Gin some time. She’ll probably come around once she realizes it’s really me she’s furious with. I mean, it had to have been a shock. Even if she and I weren’t together anymore, I guess I should have stopped flirting with her. That was just fucked up on my part, leading her on like that. Don’t know why I’m such a greedy prat,” he muttered at the end. Luna didn’t really feel jealous, though. As long as Harry wanted her, she could understand why he liked to look at other girls. He was just naturally curious that way, and that interest and affection for other people was one of the things she loved about him so much.





“Do you want to have sex with her?” she asked him earnestly. She had a feeling that he might. Harry looked stunned by her question, however.





“Uh, well, I-uh, I don’t know how to answer that. Do I find her attractive? Yes. Would I be interested in going that far if I was given the opportunity? I don’t know. Yes, I’ve thought about it before, but that was before I had you to hold in my arms.” He squeezed her tight to enforce the sentiment.





“But what if I can’t give you everything you need, Harry? What if I’m not always enough?” Her voice was plaintive; it hurt to think that it might come to pass. She wanted to please him so much. She knew now that she was capable of doing just about anything for him, and she had faith that Harry would never push her to a place that was evil, that would hurt her.





“Baby, sweetie, what are you, saying?” he cried to her soothingly, “Of course you’ll always be enough.”







“If there was anything you wanted me to do better, Harry, you know you would only have to tell me. Whatever I can do,” and tears started to fill her eyes as her hands slid into his hair and held on.





“Ah, luv.” Harry looked pained as he scanned her face, the back of his palm reaching out to smooth her cheek. “Luna, I have to tell you,” he paused as his own eyes shone bright. “I’m-I’m in love with you. Completely. I probably wanted to deny it at first, but after last night,” he closed his eyes and gulped at the memory, “I…have never felt anything like that before…with anyone.” The boy whispered in awe as he brushed his hand back up towards her temple.





Luna felt like she needed to decompress—she was so buoyantly happy she might just float out the window. The bubble inside her continued to swell as Harry leaned over to kiss her again. When he pulled back, his thumb swiped across the side of her nose to wipe the pool of wetness gathering there. Luna wanted to laugh and laugh and laugh, letting her oxygen out so Harry’s love could fill her up some more.





“I can still feel you stretching me,” she whispered back. She looked down at his chest for a moment and wanted to bury herself inside him, near that safety of his heart. When she looked back up to his face, he looked a bit concerned.





“Luna, I didn’t hurt you when I was in there, did I?” he asked forcefully, needed to hear her assertions.





“No, no!” she insisted as her eyes widened again. “It was like nothing I can describe really. I didn’t even feel like I was in the room anymore but flying over the trees outside, flying right into the moon. I didn’t know you could take me there, Harry, but it was like when you were punishing me. After a while, there wasn’t any kind of physical pain, but I wasn’t numb, I was just beyond it. Can you take me there again?”





Harry had a hint of a smile as he slowly nodded his head. “Oh yeah, we’ll go there again,” he promised in a husky timbre. He let his hand roll down her back and rest on the top of her bum. “I definitely want to try that again. I want to go deep inside your arse, too. You felt absolutely incredible around my fist; I can’t even tell you.”





Luna wanted to hear more. “Was it really okay? I was worried that I might feel…wrong. I had a lot of damage in there. They couldn’t fix everything, so there are still scars. You promise you couldn’t feel them?”





Harry became alarmed at the mention. He suddenly pulled himself up sideways on one elbow as his hand slapped the bed. He looked upset and carded his fingers through his hair roughly. Luna put her hand to his hip in her obeisance.





“Please, Harry, you can tell me; don’t be angry. I didn’t mean to say anything bad,” she pleaded. Harry only shook his head with a growl.





“No, it’s not anything you did wrong, Luna. You need to stop thinking that all the time. I get upset when I think about what happened to you, alright. Sometimes I forget how much your body has been through. Just promise me that you will always let me know if something I’m doing is bringing up bad memories. I couldn’t bear it if I thought you were reliving something they did to you because of me.”





The pale girl slid her hand down to his thigh; she loved being able to touch his body like this, as much as she wanted. His skin was always so warm, and it glowed in that slightly darker sun-kissed tan. She let her hand brush down until it was running along the line between his legs, swooping up to cup his scrotum while she reached over for his lips. Harry grabbed her upper arms and flipped her on top of him as he lay back.





“I promise, Harry,” came out in a gust of air as she landed on him. He held tight to her long braid of spun flaxen as he brought her in for another exploratory kiss while his other hand went to that hallowed place between her thighs, fingers knowing expertly what to do as she opened up to him again.





Soon he shifted her so that she was straddling him to one side, her legs opened over the top of his right thigh so that she was spread out ten till 5 o’clock. He held on to the ring at her throat and pushed her up to a sitting position till she was comfortably astride his very eager cock. Harry popped the back of her bustier open and pulled the soft leather away and off her shoulders, showing deep grooves under her breasts. His legs were propped up so that his knees were like two towers for her to hold onto as she lifted herself up and let Harry guide himself into her. When she slowly slid down his pole as he entered her, she groaned deeply with her head thrown back, her back arched as she offered her tits to her Master.





Harry played with them at an unhurried pace, alternately pinching and tugging her sore nipples then simply brushing the tips lightly until she felt mad with the need for him to hurt them, bite them, whip them, whatever he desired. Her mouth stayed permanently opened as she gripped Harry’s kneecaps and thrust herself up and down on his glorious shaft. There was only one thing that could make this feel better, and she felt like he was giving her the opportunity to lead the way this time as he watched her. She decided to be brazen.





Luna pulled herself up halfway and then twisted herself till she was crossways from her Master. He groaned at the sudden move but let her keep going, his hands pulling away from her breasts and grabbing her leg and back at the same time. The girl pulled the wrist of the hand resting on her back and dragged it up to her mouth, greedily sucking on his fingers, one by one and then all together until they were soaked. She let the spittle drool from her lips in her eagerness to douse them. When she lifted herself up again, she was holding tight to his left folded leg and swerved her body in another movement on his dick while she brought her left leg over his stomach to land on his other side. Now she was facing away from him, her front practically humping his leg if not for the large cock up her cunt. Even still, she managed to hug his leg close enough that she could rub her nub of pleasure against it. The dual sensations made her groan loudly again as she tilted her head back again to revel in her vocalization.





Then Luna was peering at him over her shoulder and asking for his soaked fingers as she lifted her bum up high enough for him to enter her passage. Harry had simply been watching her the whole time as she pleasured herself on his body, but now he smiled and went immediately to fulfill her request. When two of his fingers stretched her ring open, she pushed down hard so he could fill her deep. His other hand fell to her waist as he helped her bounce up and down. The fact that Harry was letting her do this, letting her use him to get herself off was the most wonderful gift and the girl ached with her need for him. Soon she could feel him tug at her braid and when he had her head all the way back and her hair tied around his wrist, he started to bounce his pelvis with her.





Luna just let her shouts run through her as he fucked her with his bounding thrusts; her body was deep in its ecstasy as she felt him at each nerve point or entryway of her lower half. She thought about how he had completely obliterated her senses last night and the remembrance made her wish that there was another Harry who could fuck her mouth while tweaking her nipples right now. She wanted to be overwhelmed by him again, as every erogenous zone on her body was lavished with his attention. Luna knew it was greedy of her, but she loved her Master, loved this boy; wanted to be consumed by him every waking moment so she could keep feeling this bliss. And then it was spreading throughout her like the ebb of red dye in still waters, and she was floating in that nirvana again as her climax took her under.





The sated witch let herself slump back against Harry’s hands now holding her up while she panted heavily in her post daze. There was already a sheen of sweat on her skin, and she was ready to fall asleep again, but her Master hadn’t come yet. She could feel him sit up behind her, one arm grabbing around the front of her waist as his fingers exited her backside. He was moving up and over now, twisting their bodies until her knees were hitting the mattress as he was scooting his own behind her. She was just barely aware that his erection was still buried inside of her.





“Okay, luv, that was wonderful to watch, but now it’s my turn.”





Harry moved her until she was safely on her knees and her head was pushed down to the pillow, giving him the angle he wanted. He was pumping her hard for a while, and their bed shook with his exertions, but then he slowed down as she felt another orgasm looming up ahead. He leaned over her to reach the nightstand so he could grab his wand, and then he was murmuring that lubricating charm again, and her body tensed a bit as she felt the coolness at the entrance of her bum once more. Harry grabbed her hips tight and fucked her a few more times then pulled out and moved to her next waiting hole. When he’d loosened it enough to get the head of his prick inside her, she gave a long winding moan as he slid deep.





The dominant teen was now gyrating his pelvis against her at a slower pace, running his fingers up and down her back again, then leaning over her to hold tight to her shoulders as he pressed her down, pressed her into his waiting crotch, and she felt him go one notch deeper until she could feel the bags of skin around his testicles flush against her. Meanwhile, her unattended snatch felt huge as it waited for something else to fill it. Luna let herself fall into a rhythmic trance, but then Harry was knocking his knuckles against her back shoulder and pulling at her arms.





“Let’s not get too drowsy, kitten. I’ve still got a work out for you. I’ve got lots I want to do before I come, so let’s get you up on your knees.”





And then he was pulling her upwards, her back almost flat to his chest but for the arch behind her belly, her bum locked to his groin. He took hold of her collar and pulled her head all the way back until it was resting on his shoulder and then demanded that she clasp her hands behind his neck tightly. Luna was still slightly dazed but followed his direction straight away. He was slowing his thrusts into her arse while he shifted her. In this position, her breasts were practically screaming for attention. Apparently, that was just what Harry wanted.





“Yeah, baby, like that. We want to play with those pert little nipples of yours.” Luna moaned at the idea, eager for him to begin, her core drenching her thighs. “Oh, you want that, don’t you, you little slut. Did you enjoy Master’s clamps yesterday?”





Luna gustily moaned her approval, but then his hand smacked lightly on the side of her jaw. “I want to hear you answer me properly, luv.” Her eyes flashed open as she went to speak.





“Yes, Master, I loved it. They pinched tight and hurt at first, but then I really liked the way they felt, especially when you pulled on the chain.” She could feel her cream trickle further down her leg now.





“Good, good. You’re such a good little slave, Luna, do you know that? You’re a fucking revelation. But we’re going to try something a little different now.” Then he was pointing his wand to his dresser. “Accio, riding crop.”





The drawer opened sharply as an object flew out in a black line, whipping into Harry’s outstretched hand as he threw his wand down at the pillows. When he twisted it around so that the taped end was in his hand and the flat head was in between her breasts, Luna started to feel a thrill run through her as her body charged itself up. She didn’t know what to expect with this new instrument, or how it would feel being whipped on her breasts, but she was very excited to find out. The girl thought about the times that Harry would smack her there, straight on her nipple, and how she could feel the hit echo in her cunt.





He teased her first, the rubber dragging around her milky skin, falling to the space between her breasts and then being trailed in a line down to her belly button. Her Master moved the square edge to sit lightly atop her pointed arousal, once again rubbing it back and forth while she breathed hard, fucking her in that secret place, but when he pulled it back and slapped it right on to her aching nip, she cried out in a mixture of pain and delirium.





Harry started to test her then, stinging the sides of her breasts around the edges, waiting until her nipples were screaming then smacking them in quick succession with the crop’s end. He was still while he worked, and she moved her body on his cock with her own power as she tried to absorb the burns and sting, her arms never straying from their required position behind his neck. Just as she thought she had discerned his pattern of targets and could anticipate the next spot of pain, there was a lull while he cooed in her ears, followed by a smack right on her nub of pleasure poking out of her hood. The girl screamed but moved into the switch instead of away from it. Her desire was only to show Harry that she could take it all, everything he had for her, because she loved him.





Harry put the crop down and let his fingers split her petals to coax her pearly dew into running more copiously. When they were slick with her, he stroked her skin around her nipples with them, painting her with her own cum. He spoke low in her ear, encouraging her to feel more of him.





“Look at you, baby. Your milky breasts are striped red; they’re beautiful. Merlin, I love them. Do you know what I’d like to see?” He waited for her to guess.





“What, Master, what do you want, what can I do?” she groaned, her throaty issues sounding like they were far away.





“I want to see them marked; to know they’re mine. Would you like to see how you’d look with rings through your nipples, luv? Little silver hoops pierced right through and hanging there for me to attach my teeth to, wouldn’t that be lovely?”





The mere thought of them was making her core flutter; she wanted to come so bad just fantasizing about the image Harry was providing her with. She whined in her need, but answered him faithfully.





“Yes, yes, oh please. I want it so badly.”





She felt her orgasm waiting to overtake her, and she continued to wind herself up while she ground down on Harry’s cock. She was sure he could probably recognize the signs of her impending release by now, and as soon as she thought it, he took the loop at her throat and held on as he thrust up into her, his fingers diddling and pinching her clitoris while he moved. When she finally came, that familiar white landscape popped behind her eyes again and she let the euphoria wash through her.





But Harry still hadn’t come, and when he pulled her off of him and laid her on the bed, he cleaned off his slickened shaft, purpling and swollen for her.





“Don’t get startled, but I’m going to use a spell on you that will hang you up upside down, okay?”





Before Luna could even get her bearings, she heard Levicorpus and was pulled up by her foot until she was indeed hanging in the air as her head scraped the mattress. She instinctively put her hands out to the bed to level her body were she to fall, but then her instructor was in front of her, his prick swinging before her face.





“That’s it, I’ve got you. Let’s take care of these legs. You okay down there?” his voice carried down to her. She muttered her agreement.





Then Harry was folding her legs in half and binding them. Luna liked the way it felt when he did that last time, so tight and secured like he was bundling her in swaddling. He let the gravity weigh down her knees hanging in the air and in this way she was opened before him with little obstruction. Luna’s hands were free and she wanted to reach out and touch her Master’s hard length, but she waited to see what he wanted her to do next. She felt Harry guide her body down a bit until her head was laying slightly back, angled on the bed, but her neck bent to accommodate the pressure. Then he was straddling her face.





“Oh God, Lu, you’re like a swimming pool down here. I mean, up here.” Luna’s tongue stuck out so she could swipe it along the hot skin of his shaft, but then he was sliding his hand down to her face and lifting his cock away from her.





“Mmm, baby, leave the knob alone, ‘cause I need to cool it off for a bit. I’d really like you to suck on my balls, though. And it would make me absolutely crazy for you to stick that tongue up my arse. Would you like that?”





At this point, nothing would have made Luna happier. Her throaty yes, please came out sort of muffled under Harry’s mass, but he heard her just fine and gave a little chuckle.





“You’re my good girl, aren’t you? Bon Appetite, luv.” With that, he was delving deep into her upturned tunnel of swirling juices. She could feel fingers and tongue working together, pumping in one or both entries, but after a while she couldn’t determine what he was doing anymore and simply went with the incredible sensations he was providing. All the while, she tenderly sucked on his scrotum, her teeth lightly scraping against his flesh as she popped one egg, then the other in her mouth. When Harry grunted from above, then adjusted his stance so she was able to get at his hole, she licked and sucked her way into oblivion, making her tongue stiff the way she could feel him doing at her core, then working it into his passageway. The lovers kept this up for a while, each feasting on the other until they were both whining into each other’s skin.





As Luna felt another release approaching, she suddenly felt Harry break away. She didn’t even have a chance to be disappointed that her gorging was disrupted, however, because he was moving her hanging body quickly to the side of the bed. Then Luna felt him lower her to the ground and had no idea what to expect next.





“You’re so soaked it’s ridiculous, baby. Master’s going to fuck you hard now, so get ready.”





Luna was very happy to hear that, and then Harry was back inside her again, leaning one leg off the bed and hammering his way through her core like he was trying to puncture her heart with his dick or else trying to incite a geyser of cum to shoot out of her quim. Her head felt very fuzzy now, but she was so close and Harry was pounding her so hard that the girl felt sure it would be all over soon for the both of them. Then she could feel him lifting her up again, her head swinging towards his as his fingers gripped the collar’s loop, and once again she was on top. Harry threw himself back on the bed, but his feet were resting on the edge and his legs were spread wide as he held on to her neck and started pummeling his pelvis into her bruised twat. He was moving her so fast that blooms of color kept bursting in her vision and she no longer had any comprehension where she was or what she was looking at. But her body knew the orgasm that ripped through her, and it rocked through her center as she heard Harry’s whine grow louder and louder, until her cunt was being banged so hard she thought she might be splitting open like a pumpkin.





When Harry finally came with a loud shout of Fuuuuuuuuuuucccckkkk!!!, Luna faded with his tempo, and as his voice grew hoarse, the girl fainted dead away as she fell to his torso.





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Ron woke with his head feeling like it was stuffed with cotton.





He tried to clear the nasty phlegm in his throat as he looked around. God, it was so bright out. He yawned loudly and glanced over his sleeping bag to the form next to him. Blimey, Hermione was still asleep? She must have been drunker than he thought. It had been so late by the time the three of them got to bed, though, and she had been slurring her words by then. They’d kicked Mundungus out shortly after he confessed to him what he’d done with the locket, or rather, which old toad he had sold it to. Harry had not been happy at that. But the trio stayed up for several hours afterwards discussing how they were going to go about retrieving the Horcrux from that awful bitch Dolores Umbridge.





Yeah, he was going to have to do something about all that light flooding in, most definitely. Ron stumbled up to head over to the window to grab the heavy drapes, glancing down at the square as he did so. Yep, still being watched; although he couldn’t tell by whom. Then his stomach grumbled very indignantly as the sweet, crispy smell of bacon wafted into his olfactory senses. Ah, Kreacher was back and had gotten them some food! Now that was something to get up for, hangover or not.





He made his way up to the next landing first in order to make a stop in the loo and take a piss. Might as well brush his teeth while he was up here, too, he decided. While he stood there over the toilet, his mind thought back to the few occasions he’d awakened last night after they’d all gone to bed. At one point, he thought he’d heard furniture groaning in the floorboards somewhere above his head, but promptly fell back asleep as his eyes struggled to open. Then later, he could have sworn he had heard Harry shout. When he suddenly sat up in his sleeping bag, the moon still hanging in the sky even as the backdrop lightened, he determined that he must have imagined it, there were no sounds in the house but Hermione’s breathing in the next bag over.





When he walked down the flight of stairs on the floor of the drawing room, he saw that Hermione had still not moved and felt it was worth it to let her sleep a bit longer. She’d need the rest so she could be on her toes when they went to investigate the MoM’s surrounding area. They hadn’t drawn up shifts yet for the surveillance detail. She would definitely want to get on top of that, he surmised.





The smell of strong coffee and the sizzling bacon still calling to him, Ron made his way down the last flight to the hallway, past the dining room and down into the kitchen. He walked over to where Kreacher had laid out a small feast on the table and eagerly sat down to start dishing up his plate. He had it halfway full before it filtered through his consciousness that he was not alone in the breakfast room. He was pretty sure he had seen Harry and Luna sitting at the other end. Did he really just see her sitting on Harry’s lap naked? He was afraid to look up, but then he heard a cough. Shit.





His eyes slowly peered up to the head of the table. Yeah, Luna was sitting on Harry’s lap. He was feeding her eggs off his fork. Okay, she might not be totally naked, but she may as well be, he noted, whatever that bra she was wearing was made of it was right useless considering there was nothing actually covering her titties. That wasn’t the half of it, however, as his gaze swept up to focus on the wide leather collar Luna was sporting about her throat. Harry looked at him with a bit of a sheepish expression on his face, but apparently determined to have a show.





“What are you doing, Harry?” he asked with some curiosity, none of the hysteria in his voice that he was currently feeling. If Hermione saw this, she would lose her shit.





“Good morning, Ron. Lu and I are having breakfast. What are you up to?” He was really going to keep pretend everything was hunky dory, wasn’t he?





“I am going to eat my bloody brains out on this lovely feast. I will, however, be feeding myself, so don’t feel you have to come over here and tend to me, too.”





Harry’s cheeks pinked up a bit at that, but he continued to blithely scoop up some eggs on his toast before offering it to Luna like she was his big undressed doll. And what was going on with the girl, anyway? She was looking at Harry like he was the sun shining right down in her face, but her eyes were all sorts of wonky like she had no idea where she was.





“Er, are you going to tell me why ‘Loo’ can’t eat with her own hands? Did the Wrackdingers get to her finally?” he tried to suss out.





“It’s Wrackspurts. And yes, she can eat by herself, but she’s, uh, just a bit…out of it, you could say.” Harry had looked a little humbled when he admitted it.





“Is that why she’s missing most of her clothes? Or was that your decision?” Ron let his disapproval sing in his tone. His friend was even more off his gourd than Ron was, and the red head had been the one to down half a bottle of Ogden’s last night.





Harry became petulant. “But she looks so lovely. I didn’t want to cover her up yet.”





What the bloody hell? “Harry! Mate, do you really want Hermione to see her like this? You’re setting yourself up for the mother of all lectures, you know. I had a hard enough time getting grilled by her last night about your affairs with all the…kinkiness and such.” He waved his hand about derisively at her collar for effect.





“You told her everything?” Harry asked plainly. Ron huffed in a very Hermione-like manner before stuffing some bacon in his mouth hungrily. After barely chewing on it, he swallowed and answered.





“Well, what did you think would happen? You sort of left me with her, din’t you? What, you thought she was just going to wait for you to talk in the morning? Yeah, right.” He dove into his breakfast heartily now, ready to let Harry just deal with her, he was just happy to have food in his stomach.





He couldn’t help feeling annoyed by the whole display, however. Harry was flaunting her and he didn’t think it was right. Sure, her bits were lovely to look at. She was fit alright, especially without her clothes on, but that didn’t mean Harry had the right to expose her like he was doing. And he still hadn’t said what was wrong with her. Just what exactly had he done to the girl? The choker around her neck only enforced the idea that he was treating her like some kind of property.





“I’m sorry about that. I just didn’t have the energy to get bombarded with her questions after Lupin left. I know she must have been a lot more unsettled about it than she was letting on.” Harry picked up a piece of his bacon and let Luna chew on the end. Ron froze for a second as he nibbled on his own strip of meat, staring at the two of them like they had both gone nutters.





“Uh, she wasn’t too bad over it,” he suggested after he finally swallowed. “Hermione reads everything, remember? I suppose she thinks she’s got you all figured out. Uh, is she alright?” Ron asked nervously as he watched Luna start to suck on Harry’s greasy fingers like it was her sworn duty to clean them spotless.





“Yeah, she’s just a bit…over-sensitized, I think.” He tried to pull away his hand from her as she chased his digits unrelenting. When he went to place it upon her sternum, she suddenly moaned and arched her back, the hard points of her nipples drawing Ron’s fascination while he heard Harry shush her in calming tones.





“What the hell did you do to her?” he groaned, no longer feeling the need to play coy. He was seriously alarmed now.





“I don’t know,” the boy whispered frantically. “I guess she had too many, you know, orgasms, because I can barely touch her without her having that kind of reaction. I’m trying to wait it out; thought some breakfast would bring her out of it after a bit.”





“Did you try to splash some cold water on her face? I think that might work better than having her boobs out for everyone to stare at. You’re supposed to be getting her back to normal, right? Well, as normal as you can for Luna.” Harry gave him a dirty look, but Ron wasn’t chastened and continued on.





“I think you should definitely dress the girl before Hermione gets in here. That is just not on. I’m not even going to comment on her necklace.”





Almost as soon as the words had left his mouth, they heard footsteps heading down to the last floor. Both boys looked over to Hermione with their eyes huge as she appeared in the doorway, and they each threw a hand up simultaneously as if they could shield her from the naughty vision of Harry’s insensible girlfriend.





“Don’t get upset!” they both cried at the same time. Hermione seemed irritated by their greeting, but then her gaze settled on Harry’s lap and her mouth dropped open.





“Oh, Harry, I don’t believe this. For God’s sake, put some clothes on her right now!” she demanded with her hands on her hips.













So, for all of Ron's ribald sense of humor, am I the only one who thinks that he is really a good boy deep down? I just always felt that Ron wants to do things the right way, that out of the trio he is the most likely to worry about being seen as a decent person. You know what I mean?