Finding The Nail

“George, I think I’ll go work some more on the project Harry gave me,” Luna said. “I think I might be getting close to something important.”

George stared at Luna incredulously. They were in Luna’s room, and he was feeling a bit jumpy after the vision of Voldemort effortlessly doing magic George would never in his life achieve. “Luna,” he said, and then couldn’t think of what to follow with.

Luna looked at him curiously. “Is something wrong?”

“Is something wrong? Of course something’s wrong! Didn’t you see Harry’s memory?”

“Of course I did. Could you not see it? I know Dean was in front of you, and he is rather tall…”

George sat on Luna’s bed and put his head in his hands. Sometimes Luna was so frustrating and confusing it drove him mad. “I saw it fine,” he muttered. “I just can’t believe you’re so calm about it!”

“I was there that night, you know,” Luna pointed out as she collected some things from her desk. “I didn’t see the fight, of course, but I heard Harry talking about it later. I assumed anyone who could fight Dumbledore and not lose must be very powerful.”

George looked up and gazed at Luna’s back. He couldn’t help but notice the way the slacks she was wearing hugged her arse. “Luna, aren’t you scared?”

“Of course I am,” she admitted, turning to face George. She looked mildly surprised. “Aren’t you?”

“Scared? I’m bloody terrified!” George blurted. “I feel like- like hiding in a cellar, or moving to South America or something!”

Luna frowned in confusion. “That doesn’t sound very like you,” she said. “You’d miss people here, I’m sure. And what about the shop?”

“The shop? Who cares about the bloody shop? What about you? What if you die? Don’t you care?”

By the end George was on his feet, practically shouting. Luna didn’t react to it, though; she simply walked over and pushed him back down onto the bed. “Of course I care,” she said softly. “And you do as well, I see, and it’s very sweet.” She smiled when George blushed. “Harry and I had a nice talk back when I joined up with the D.A. again, and he told me a lot of this then. I think he was trying to scare me into giving up then, too; he seemed very surprised when I still wanted to help.”

“Bloody useless wanker,” George muttered sourly. “He can’t even convince you not to risk your life.”

“Why should it have been easier to convince me than anyone else?” Luna asked. “And you’re not doing any better than he did, you know.”

“So there’s no way I can get you to stop risking your neck?” George asked in a pleading tone.

Luna pushed George back onto the bed and climbed up until she was straddling him. “No, I don’t think there is a way. Besides,” she continued in a frustratingly reasonable voice, “if I was Obliviated I’d lose my memories of being with you, and I don’t care to do that.”

George flushed again. “Right, didn’t think of that. ‘course, it would mean you could seduce me all over again.”

“Seduce?” Luna paused to think about that. “I suppose you could consider our first time a seduction. But really, George, it hardly has to be our first time together for me to seduce you, if that’s what you want.”

“As much as I like the seduction, Lu, sometimes a good shag is plenty.”

Luna decided to take that as a hint, and started tugging at George’s jeans. “That sounds like a very good idea,” she agreed, with an expression George still hadn’t decided whether it was really innocent or if Luna was messing with him.

“I thought you were going to go work,” George said, and gasped when Luna’s fingers found their way beneath his jeans and around his cock.

“Oh, honestly, George,” Luna said in a voice frighteningly like Hermione’s, “do you really believe I’d rather be doing anything right now over shagging your pants off?”

George couldn’t hold back a laugh. “I think you mean shagging my brains out,” he corrected fondly.

“Oh, yes,” Luna agreed, pinching her fingers at the base of George’s cock and making him see stars. “That’s right. What’s the expression involving pants?”

“Anything that involves my pants coming off right now is brilliant,” George gurgled.

Luna complied, yanking George’s pants off roughly. She paused to remove her own slacks and knickers, and turned to straddle George’s face. Without even pausing for a breath, she leaned down and took George in her mouth.

It had only taken Luna a few tries before she’d figured out how to relax her throat and take George all the way in. The first time he’d seen her lips wrapped around the base of his cock, George had come instantly, like a thirteen-year-old virgin, whimpering pathetically. With more practice, Luna had quickly gotten very good at teasing George into a state of nonsensical lunacy.

The only thing that saved George at all these days when Luna got it in her head to go down on him was to return the favor. George’s lips and tongue between Luna’s legs distracted her enough that George no longer made a fool of himself – at least, not too often. He’d grown to love the taste of Luna (when he could concentrate enough to appreciate it). And Luna seemed to intuit George’s desires, and gave him plenty of opportunities.

The truth was – although George would never admit it to anyone, not even Fred – since they’d gotten together two weeks earlier, not a day had gone by they hadn’t shagged at least twice. George had no idea how Luna was doing it – shouldn’t she be sore or something? – but she always seemed to want George, any time, any place. He’d gone and dropped in on Luna at the Quibbler offices a few days ago to say hi, and they’d ended up in a hall closet, with George pounding Luna into the wall, both of them trying desperately not to cry out since various staff members were frequently walking by right outside the door and they hadn’t wasted time with a Silencing Charm. George had had about an hour to recover at the House of Black, because Luna had gotten off work and the second she got to the house they’d gone at it again.

Not that George would complain; Luna was as thoughtful and creative a partner as he could hope for. But he found his own stamina being pushed to its limits, and Luna showed no signs of slowing. As indicated by the way her lips came off his cock with a pop and she breathed out “Charm!”

George pulled out his wand and cast the Anti-pregnancy Charm on himself without even having to think about it. Luna wasted no time; not bothering to turn around, she positioned herself and took George in. George had the distinct pleasure of watching Luna’s incredible arse lower tantalizingly as his cock disappeared inside her. Once she’d bottomed out Luna began raising herself up again; George grabbed her arse and Luna followed his guidance, allowing his hands to set their pace. Which quickly became frenetic. Luna’s smooth tightness slid over George’s flesh deliciously, and it was no more or less spectacular than any of their previous shags. George should have been exhausted, not to mention rubbed raw, but none of that even crossed his mind as Luna drove herself down onto him.

“Luna- bloody hell, turn around, will you? I want to see you-” George gasped out. Luna responded by standing straight up. She turned, and George swallowed when he saw her face. He wasn’t the mushy, romantic type, but Luna’s expression when she was shagging was something he thanked Merlin ever day for getting to see. That expression was a teenager’s wet dream all on its own, a blend of dreamy rapture, pleasure and happiness that George swore was what made him come half the times they were together.

Luna sank down and impaled herself on George’s cock again; she leaned forward to kiss George, and ground her hips almost casually. George responded by wrapping his arms around her and thrusting desperately up into her. A groan rumbled up through Luna’s chest, out her mouth and into George’s, and George smiled against her lips.

Luna pressed against George’s chest and sat up. She started by rocking gently, but quickly built up speed until she was pounding George into the mattress and George was ready to give up on dignity and beg for release.

“George, do you really want to leave?” Luna asked pleasantly, her voice far too steady for someone bouncing up and down on a man’s cock. She had a habit of doing that too – surprising George with questions right in the middle of a shag and expecting him to answer coherently.

“Nuh- no,” George gabbled, trying to form a response with the eight pounds of melted treacle that had formerly been his brain.

“Are you sure?” she continued, never stopping her assault on George’s manhood. Her voice hitched slightly, the way it always did when she was getting close to coming. “I’d miss you, of course, but I’m sure no one would think any less of you-”

“Luna, I swear I don’t want to leave!” George cried. “Now will you please forget that and concentrate on the other thing you’re doing?”

Luna looked down with an expression that implied she was mildly shocked to see their bodies rocking together. “All right then,” she agreed, and proceeded to slam her body against George’s so hard the entire bed creaked. How the hell can such a small girl create so much…force? George wondered vaguely just before his balls tightened. He grasped Luna’s hips and drove up as she came down; George bellowed as he came, and Luna released the breathy stutter she always did when she orgasmed.

They lay completely boneless, breathing heavily. George finally managed to raise an arm enough to throw it over Luna. “Okay,” he gasped, “You’ve succeeded in blackmailing me into staying.”

“Blackmailing?” George felt Luna’s brow wrinkle in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“I just, since you asked me while we were, you know, I meant that you asked when I was…in an awkward position…” he trailed off. “It was just a joke,” he muttered.

“Oh.” Luna considered that seriously. “I understand. It was very funny,” she concluded in such a solemn voice that George was hard-pressed not to laugh. “But it is rather silly,” she continued airily, leaning up enough to kiss George on the chin. “I’ve found that answers to my questions become much clearer when having sex.”

“Oh, is that why you like to shag so much?” George teased.

“No,” Luna replied, again looking confused. “It’s because I enjoy having sex with you; it makes me happy.”

“Another joke, Lu,” George told her, brushing a few strands of her long blond hair out of her face. “It makes me happy too. Although I do wonder how you aren’t sore, the way we’ve been going at it…”

“Healing Charms, of course,” Luna said as though it should have been obvious. “I wasn’t sure which ones to use at first – the general ones didn’t seem to help in this case – but Cho knew a few special ones meant just for that kind of soreness.”

Cho? Luna had gone and asked Cho Chang what Charms to use to heal her sore…soreness? George mentally shook himself; there was no way he was going to enquire about that conversation. “Oh.”

“I’m certain she’d know something you could use as well, if you need it-”

“No! No, I’m uh, I’m fine.”

“Oh, good,” Luna said, laying her head back on George’s chest. “I’d hate to have to stop doing this.”

“So would I, Lu.”

Luna was silent for a while. It was unusual for her; usually she loved to talk after sex, even if it was complete rambling about nothing in particular. “George?” she said finally, and George noticed the slight tremor in her voice. “You aren’t going to die in the war, are you?”

“What? How should I know?” George said. “V-Voldemort might get ticked at me and Fred for the You-Know-Whoopies and off us both tomorrow!” He was trying to make light of an uncomfortable topic, but could tell Luna was quite serious. He thought furiously; while he was incredibly adept at coming up with silly comments, he was terrible at figuring out how to be reassuring. “I have every intention of staying alive,” he continued after a moment. “And keeping you alive, too.”

“Good,” Luna replied faintly. “Because I’ve become rather attached to you.”

George had absolutely no idea how to respond. What the hell could he say to a girl who scared and bewildered him as often as she made him laugh or turned him on? Some sense of self-preservation convinced George that ‘You’re great for a laugh’ would be a very bad thing to say; since he couldn’t think of anything else, he didn’t say anything. After a long moment of silence, Luna pushed herself off George abruptly, began collecting her clothes and pulling them back on. “Er, where’re you going?” George asked.

“To work on my project,” Luna said. She sounded like she was trying to be her normal airy self and not quite pulling it off. “It’s very important. I’ll see you later.”

“Er…” George watched Luna turn to the door, and suddenly, unexpectedly, his conscience started pressing his ‘You’re being a prat’ button. Bloody hell, he thought, I didn’t even know I had a ‘You’re being a prat’ button!

Well, you do, and I’m bloody well leaning on it, a little voice in his head informed him bitingly. Jumping up and down on it since you’re so damned thick.

Hey, where the hell were you all those times I pulled pranks in my life? George asked, affronted. What kind of conscience are you?

You don’t need a conscience to tell you not to prank. Those didn’t hurt anyone – well, no one who didn’t deserve it. This is different, though.

Oh, yeah? How?

Well, you’re about to let a very nice if a bit strange girl who cares about you walk out of here thinking all she’s good for to you is a laugh.

Ouch. You heard that, huh?

I hear all of it. Right now she probably thinks you only fancy her for a shag two times a day. In fact, she probably thinks she has to shag you so often just to keep you interested. I’d give you a good arse-kicking, but I have no foot with which to kick so it’s the button for you. Now get your head out of your arse, Hermione!

George wished his conscience was real so he could torture it; but he couldn’t deny it was right. Everyone in the D.A. knew about Ron and Hermione’s fight right before Ron was attacked by Lucius Malfoy. Hermione was killing herself with guilt over not having told Ron how she really felt – having in fact lied about how she felt. What if something happens and you never told Luna what you felt? the little voice said. You’re thick, but you’re not stupid, right? RIGHT? “Luna, wait!”

Luna froze with her hand on the doorknob and turned around. “What?” she asked, sounding a bit too desperate for George’s liking.

George leapt out of the bed and made for Luna; halfway there he realized he was still naked from the waist down, but he was in it and there was no turning back, so he tried to act more mature than he felt with his willy hanging out for all to see. He opened his mouth and realized he hadn’t really thought about how he felt, so he closed it again. Then he made another attempt. “Luna, look. Er. Bloody hell, look, I haven’t the slightest idea what to say to a girl, and if you ever repeat that to anyone I know I’ll deny it with my dying breath. You’re the first girl I’ve ever had a- a relationship with, so I don’t know how it’s supposed to go or what works, but so far it’s been great and I really like being around you, and it’s not just for the sex you know, although I think that part’s bloody incredible.” He paused for breath. “And I get really scared when I think about something happening to you; when Seamus almost Cursed you I was ready to kill him and I was so relieved you weren’t hurt worse than you were I can’t even say. And that probably means I have feelings for you that mean more than just friendship, but I don’t know what they mean because I’ve never had them before so they’re screwing up my head and making me insult myself because I feel bad I might have hurt your feelings.” Another breath. “And the basic gist of this is that I have no idea what I’m trying to say but I don’t want you thinking I don’t care about you, but now I’m thinking none of this made the slightest bit of sense and I need to go drown my conscience for getting me into this in the first place, and that getting Hermione to Obliviate me is sounding better and better because I’ve made a fool of myself plenty of times before but this tops them all.”

Luna hadn’t attempted to say a word throughout George’s confused ramble. But when he wound down, she smiled brilliantly, and threw her arms around his neck. “I’m glad you feel that way, George,” she said softly. “See, didn’t I tell you that things become clearer when you’re having sex?” She kissed George deeply before letting go of his neck, and turned to open the door. “I think we should try an experiment,” she said. “Tonight, we’ll have sex three times in a row to see if anything else becomes clear. All right?”

“Er…sure,” George answered weakly, thinking vaguely that he might ask Cho for some Healing Charms after all.

“Good,” Luna said, her dreamy smile more full and bright than usual. “I’ll see you later.”

Luna shut the door and George stared at it for a moment before grinning like an idiot. Ha! He thought at his conscience. Take that!

Take what? That was probably the single most humiliating moment of your life; I’m embarrassed to be associated with you, his conscience replied smugly. You’d better pray Luna doesn’t mention your little speech to anyone or Fred’s going to be symbolically presenting you with whips. In Ravenclaw colors.

George could do nothing but grumble. Traitor.