I Don\'t Mind (continued)

\"Luna.\"
Harry put his hand out to support himself on the doorframe of Hagrid\'s Hut.
\"oh hello Harry.\", Luna tried to smile, her voice sounding abnormally high as she fought to hide the tears in her huge, vulnerable eyes.
\"Can I sit down\", said Harry, indicating the seat beside where she was sprawled.
\"I don\'t mind\", said Luna, trying to sound like she meant it.
Harry perched awkwardly on the edge of the chair and stared at his knees.
\"I know you didn\'t… I know you didn\'t tell Cho.\", He said, finally.
\"Good. I know she\'s your girlfriend, I wouldn\'t…\", Luna began, her voice tailing off.
Harry looked up at her in horror. how could she have got it so wrong?
\"No…\", he started
\"Its OK, I\'m sure I\'ll feel alright in a little while, I always do, you know.\"
\"Yeah, but, Luna I don\'t…\"
\"Honestly Harry, Its OK\", Luna insisted, \"you can go.\"
Harry shuffled uneasily, suddenly feeling horribly nervous. His leg brushed hers, slightly, and elt elt like an enormous thing, a more powerful feeling even than fucking her. She didn\'t move away at once, but kept her thigh on his. Harry looked around into wide curious eyes that searched him, as though his thoughts were thestrals in darkness that she couldn\'t quite believe she was seeing.
\"I don\'t want to go.\", Harry\'s voice was deep and urgent, \"\'cause I… I think I, you know, love you or something.\"
As confessions of love went, it wasn\'t up to much, but all the same, Harry didn\'t expect her reaction. She held his stare for a few seconds and then, utterly, overwhelmingly, she started to laugh. His jaw dropped. She was shaking all over, her little nose crinkled, tears streaming freely from her eyes.
And then, perplexingly, unaccountably she was falling towards him, lips pursed over her laughs and then her face was inches from his and then they were kissing. Kissing long, at once firm and gentle, her tongue darting into his mouth like a serpent\'s. Her wet hot cheeks rubbing his as she trailed her mouth from his lips to his neck. He shivered as she suckled at his skin, her hands roaming over his body, occasionally meeting his as he followed suit. When they met, their fingers entwined, the cold lust sweat on their palms making their skin sticky and clinging.
Harry eased a hand into her robes, worshiping her skin, groping and stroking upward, on her belly, her ribcage until his hand slipped under the wire frame of her muggle bra and cupped her soft, swelling breast, her spike of a nipple that strained into his palm like the most exquisitely delicate thing he could imagine.
Luna giggled at his touch and drew back from him to enjoy his clumsy affections, gazing into his green eyes with a girlish delight that cleft his melting heart. With hurried, unaffected movements she reached behind and under her robe to snap open the clasp, then she took the hem of her uniform and pulled the whole lot, bra and all, over her head so that she was topless before him. He stared at her as if for the first time, not singling out any part of her, not gawping, but just taking the moment to gaze on the beauty of her body. The crinkle of skin where her arm met the top of her breast. The line of her neck describing a perfect curve from her jawline to her shoulder. The pink, flushed circles around her erect and eager nipples. Her midriff - a plane so pale and tender that he longed to feel his own body against it.
\'You\'re beautiful.\', he said, meaning it, \'You\'re so beautiful I can\'t believe how beautiful you are.\'
\'You are an idiot Harry\', Luna told him, the edge of her mouth curling wickedly. \'Take your top off.\'
Harry, in that moment, finally felt like he understood a girl. She wasn\'t mysterious or different, but just like him. He thought how much they shared - the deaths of their parents, the way the whole school treated them like mad people and, more important than any of that, this laugh, this smile, this naked want of each other. He took his top off.
\'That\'s better\' she said, reaching out a hand to stroke the shallow between his nipples and hooking her index finger into the waistband of his trousers, \'you know, Harry, its funny, but I don\'t really think when we had sex before it counted. I mean, I wanted you to do it to me, really, but now, well, its like when Hobnailed Hustor the half troll of Hungerford met Juliessa the Giantess…\'
\'What?\', Harry said, taken by surprise.
\'You know\', Luna shrugged, causing her breasts to quiver unbearably as they lifted then settled again, \'It was in last month\'s Quibbler - \"The Forbidden Love of Magical Misfits\"… didn\'t you read it?\'
Harry tore his gaze from her nipples,
\'Yeah, I… think so.\'
\'Well you see what I mean then.\'
Luna\'s gave him a searching look, which Harry met evenly. He couldn\'t remember the story, but he knew what she meant all the same.
\'Yeah.\', he said, \'\'course.\'
For a second, their hunger was calmed. They hugged each other tenderly, Luna\'s dirty blonde hair swamping Harry\'s face as their bodies pressed close, her tits flattened against him.
\'Do you want me?\', Luna asked him in a whisper.
\'I want you.\'
\'Because you love me?\'
\'Because I love you.\', Harry pulled away from her, there was a sadness in her request that he thought he recognised.
\'Do you love me?\', he asked, brushing her forelock over her shoulder.
\'I\'m…\', she faltered.
\'It\'s alright, I understand… I think.\'
\'I\'m scared to love you, but I think I do, you know.\'
Harry remembered that flash of green light, his mother\'s pleas, his father\'s panic. Luna was like the opposite of a dementor - she brought out all this emotion in him, but she didn\'t steal it, didn\'t suck it cruelly from him, she carressed it, held it, helped. And that was it, what he found in her, the fact that he did the same to her. He felt like a grown up, remembering - not a child, reliving. And she\'d done that, he was doing it to her. It was love and it was sex and terror and pleasure and all the other feelings that he didn\'t know how to name. He placed his hand over her breast again and met her lips as she moved with him. The calm was over and Harry hardly had time to gather his breath before they were horizontal, tearing at each other\'s remaining clothes.
She freed his cock as he yanked down her knickers, their genitals exposed to each other and the air with a suddenness that surprised them both. Before he knew what he was doing he had penetrated her, pushed his erection deep into her warm wet sex, her swollen lips collapsing around his shaft and gripping it snugly. Luna grabbed at his buttocks, pulling him hard into her for a brief, desperate clinch.
Harry though, was not so eager for that part as he had been and after a moment inside her he pulled out again, her moisture glistening on his thick shaft and rude glans. Luna, puzzled, brought herself up onto her elbows just in time to see Harry bowing over her, sucking her nipples into his mouth, circling them with his tongue as his hand went between her legs and his forefinger slipped into the space his penis had just vacated. Partly because of the swelling of her cunt, partly because of how wet she was but mostly because of some other sense that he couldn\'t explain - Harry knew she was much more turned on than she\'d been before.
She sighed a peculiarly breathless sigh that seemed to come right from her pussy as Harry pushed a second finger inside her, stroking the upper side of her vagina. He trailed his mouth over her belly, sinking his tongue into her navel as he passed, then pulled back, easing his fingers out of her cunt and pushing her thighs wide apart, trailing her lubrication over the valley to the side of her vulva and causing creases to form where her torso met her legs. Her hot smell met his nose as he leaned into her pussy. As he exhaled, his breath carressed her and she groaned lightly, her neck straining as though to distance her rational brain from the gaping need of her red, open cunt.
Harry teased her at first, pecking the apex of her thigh with kisses, moving inward then stopping just before he allowed his mouth to meet her pussy full on. Soon though, Luna was pushing her sex up at him, swivelling her hips to meet his mouth, so in tune with him that she was almost predicting hisses,ses, finding his lips with hers so that he couldn\'t avoid them. Giving in, he stuck out his tongue, started at the very bottom of her slit and drew it up, dipping the tip inside her then continuing until it flicked over her clitoris provoking a twitching jerk from his lover that left his head clamped between her legs. With his hands he pushed them open again and moved back down, not stopping where her gash did but allowing his tongue to burrow over her perineum and onto her anus.
Luna wailed, biting her bottom lip but unable to supress the sound as he rimmed her briefly before returning to her clit. With one hand he felt out her arsehole again and pushed in the tip of one finger, as her sphincter spasmed around it. Faster now, he concentrated his licking on the hood of her clitoris following the thrashing of her body, clutching her hip with one arm while the other hand worked at her arse. God, the taste of her was overpowering. Late night dormitory discussions about tuna fish and old cheese were exposed as the schoolboy fictions they were, it didn\'t taste like anything except itself, like the distillation of the very act, an essence of fucking. Stray pubic hairs lodged in his teeth and tickled his nose, but that too was wondrous and delightful. His cock was harder than he\'d ever known it and he felt every wave of pleasure that he gave her as if it were his own, like a long, spunkless orgasm that made him writhe between her legs as though they were actually screwing. Nothing existed except Luna and her cunt, the flavour of it, the love of it. She screamed as he clamped his lips over her clitoris and sucked. Her arsehole clenched, her body rocked and her orgasm washed over him. He was coming too, but the sperm seemed to come from them both, dribbling from his dick as he finally left her vagina and clambered onto her, pressing his drenched mouth against hers, sharing the taste with her as they kissed long, lingering and soft.
\'That was the best thing ever!\' Luna stammered when they parted, limp in his arms like a rag, her chest and face flushed scarlet.
\'Have you…\', Harry panted, \'Got your wand?\'
\'Yeah\', luna smiled, reaching for it.
\'Then it isn\'t over yet.\'