Mad Snorkacks and Englishmen

A/N: Many things to say this week, so let's just get to it, shall we?

First off, I've been posting on Sundays for the last three weeks, but it seems like many of you don't come here til much later in the week. I want to stick to a set schedule from now on, so I can make it the same day every week. I'm asking my faithful readers: when do you come here to find new updates, weekends or mid-week? I'll either keep it to Sundays or I'll post on Thursday mornings, so let me know which you prefer.



Okay, I tried to change my warnings for this story on the edit page and it won't let me add anything to what I already have listed. Can't figure out why, but the next chapter will involve some femmeslash and some very slight slash. There is some B-Mod going on in this one.



I have a favor to ask, oh, readers. Especially to those of you who have been following along but aren't inclined to review. That is totally cool, but if I could direct your attention to that button at the bottom of the page when you've finished a chapter that says 'rate it', it would be really *swell* if you could hit it when you like what you've read. I feel like all it takes to earn 200 gold little stars on this site is to write a story about Harry/Draco or Harry/Snape, and it doesn't even have to be well written. I'd love to send a message to the fandom that Harry/Luna (Huna?) is every bit as hot and worthwhile as the four most popular pairings of HP. I mean, Dramione? Really? Come on! Let's get some fans over to the Huna camp, particularly to write for it. :) Okay, I am done with my earnest plea now.



Coco! Where are you, mate? I hope your prep for finals hasn't eaten you alive.



On this chapter, I have to add that I did NOT mean for it to end where it did, honestly. But man, it just kept going and going, so I had to stop somewhere and leave the rest for later. LOT of stuff happening in the next chapter so expect another looooong one. Oh, and there will be lots of sex coming up for the next two chappies, as well, so just warning you now.



Thanks, everybody, for your continued support and great notes. Shout out to joshsmotes for joining us. Thanks for your warm praise!















Chapter 21: Let’s Go Get Stoned







Harry sat on a thick, fallen log waiting for his lover to arrive, listening to the night choir of crickets and croaking frogs as the wildlife sang. It had been a rough day and he was in need of her soothing voice. The boy had held out for as long as he possibly could before breaking down and using the Galleon for the alert; his nerves were completely shot at this moment. His libido was now on full throttle all of the time and he wasn’t the only one being driven mad by the constant arousal; his mates were getting a bit fed up, to say the least. The teen had become less and less furtive about his masturbatory activities as the weeks dragged on, adding to his retreats into the woods for a toss with a fitful turn in his cot each night, until it was to be expected that he would face each morning that he wasn’t the last on watch to a couple of embarrassed faces. He was feeling rather guilty about it, but the fact remained that he needed the sex more than ever while they were enduring each other in their miserable conditions.





The trio was currently residing in the forested hills somewhere along the Cotswolds. They had taken several hops after leaving London that afternoon; at first traveling to Canterbury, but then deciding to move further inland and westerly. It had been a wasted maneuver to covertly make their way into the bustling city and scout out the old orphanage where Tom had spent his early years. Harry had felt in his gut that they wouldn’t find anything, so was not surprised to be standing before a set of offices with no indication that Horcruxes were anywhere near once they found the site. It had not been a place that Riddle associated with anything grand or worthy of harboring his soul bits, the teen had felt. Yet since they had so little to go on, he had offered to go through with Hermione’s suggestion in order to pacify his friends’ growing disenchantment with their mission. Harry was noticing it more each day; if they were not holed up in the tent to complain to each other about their mate’s warped fascination with his todger, than he could bet it was about his lack of a cohesive plan. He thought they had understood that he was mostly flying by the seat of his pants and it irked him that they were expecting Harry to figure everything out, especially since Hermione had a propensity for arguing against all of his ideas.





Ron was being the worst about it, however, to the point where Harry was about to start throwing his fists at the next snipe the boy made. At first he had empathized with him; Ron had been injured in a serious splinching after their escape from the Ministry and had a right to be moody. But now he was just being a right foul git as his sarcasm and gibes delved further into deeply personal territory. Every time the red-head moaned about not having food, or waxed on about his mother’s cooking, Harry couldn’t help but to deride his friend’s pampered existence. Harry was famished, too, but he’d been starved enough at the hands of the Durselys to not feel it necessary to whinge on about his gnawing hunger incessantly. Of course, Ron would retort in high form, lately focusing on Harry’s alternative sex life. For each Mummy’s boy comment the dark haired orphan made, Ron would quip that at least he wasn’t a bloody sex pervert. Unfortunately, this tended to rub Harry in the absolute wrong way, thanks to the ever encroaching pernicious effect of the locket. Instead of feeling shamed, he would get even randier.





That was just it, though; the locket was making a bad situation a hundred times worse, and Harry didn’t know how to fix it. They absolutely could not lose it, so he was terrified to leave it anywhere out of sight. Hermione had deduced that the Horcrux was a negative influence after he hadn’t been able to conjure a Patronus when faced with the swarm of dementors in the region. He’d discovered later that the deleterious jewelry did more than just put the wearer in a nasty frame of mind, however; it was downright pervasive when it came to dirty thoughts. His dreams were getting more and more fucked up, to the point where his comforting fantasies about Luna had devolved into a swirl of madness and sick images; Voldemort and his minions making regular appearances into the twisted punishments Harry himself brought down upon the girl. The fact that he came at the end of these disturbing nightmares, shouting loud enough to wake up not only him but his roommates while he gripped his cock jutting free from his pants spurting helplessly into his thin covering, shook him up deeply as he cringed with his revulsion.





Harry didn’t share the details of these sullied dreams with either of his friends; of course, he’d be loath to hear what they had to say about it. It was bad enough he had to listen to Hermione give him shit every time he had a vision from his reptilian buddy, but at least those were productive, giving him crucial insight into the madman. He’d soon learned to keep quiet about those, too. The extent of his nightmares made him ponder just how far reaching his perversions lie, however, and he worried again if he should stay away from his angel before he hurt her. He was curious how the locket was affecting the night reveries of his two companions: were they having the same kind of poison run through them, or was the Horcrux having a field day with him specifically because he was just that sick? The teen wished he could talk about this with somebody who would reassure him.





He looked at the Galleon again as he tried to think about something else. It had been really cool to see the strand of coordinates show up in the air before him when he’d incanted the spell Luna had shown him. And strand it was, circling all the way around the coin when he’d charmed the location point unto the gold. Harry marveled again at Luna’s cleverness. Merlin, smart girls were so hot, he smirked. Still, it had taken up so much space that he’d had to use the back for additional information.







This late at night, Luna was going to need a secret passageway out. He could have kicked himself for not preparing her better when he’d had the opportunity. He’d inscribed 3rd flr, 1-i-witch-Dissendium underneath the Galleon’s stamp and hoped that she’d be able to make heads or tails of it. He had considered communicating to her about the passage behind Gregory the Smarmy which was closer, but who knew where that led to and whether Filch would be on watch in that wing. Either way, he’d have a bit of a wait for her to make it through, so he hadn’t set out until he’d awakened Hermione for her turn at the watch, sneaking out of the other side of the tent and heading to the small cave he’d spotted when he’d been out collecting firewood.





It was getting quite chilly out now that they were deep into the fall, and Harry cast another warming charm around himself as he checked the contents of his rucksack again. He was eager to bring a few things with him, as he had found it could be very addicting using toys on his girl. He had a special little gift for her tonight, though; something he’d discovered in Sirius’ room. Just the thought of seeing them on her was getting him very hard and he shifted his legs as his hand tugged at his groin.







Because he was backed up to the rocky outcropping, Harry had been able to cordon off a nice little secluded area for himself, hanging his Invisibility cloak up on a branch so that it shielded him from view on one side. The enchantments were in place to further protect them. He didn’t think exploring the cave would be such a good idea at this time of year even if he had been able to get inside, so he kept to the trees nestled deep in the woods. The boy lay back on the log, letting his back and shoulders mold to the curved timber as he stared up at the stars peeking through the gaps in the leaves. He dreamily slid his hand inside the front of his jeans to stroke the defined length lying stiff on his belly. As his thumb lazily circled around the tip, he noted that the slit of the glans was already leaking a pre-cum fluid in his anticipation.





The fondling only made him drowsy, however, and by the time he heard the signaling crack of a body in the area he had almost dropped off asleep. The noise jolted him awake and he sat up to stare with bespectacled eyes blinking at the fair and lovely vision of Luna in a dark blue bathrobe standing on the forest floor under rays of moonlight. She was like a dream, he thought awe-struck, with her radish earrings and golden halo of hair providing just the perfect framing of her dazzling face as her wand raised like a torch, and the boy needed to touch her right away to make sure she was solid and real.





He did not have to move, as it turned out, for the minute Luna had become oriented with her surroundings and saw Harry sitting there, she barreled into him and he wrapped his arms around her reflexively. Feeling her mass underneath his groping fingers, realizing he had her to arrange at his will, the boy suddenly felt his desire double in its strength as it washed over him like a tsunami. He was kissing her hard before he could even find words to speak, his mouth punishing her for her absence this past wretched month by stealing the very air from her lungs. The girl let him have his fill, though, and it was only when she was making distressed noises as she tried to draw some breath that he finally pulled away.





“Luna, Luna, baby, oh God, you have no idea how I’ve missed you, luv, I want you so badly,” he greeted her in a stream of endearments; his hands briskly moving to tug open the sash around her waist before she could even respond.





“Oh, Harry, I can’t believe you let me finally come. I was so worried about you. I’m so happy this worked, I knew Daddy could help.” Luna was shaking as she tucked her wand behind her ear so her hands could travel all over his body and he tingled at her touch, but then he had the front of her robe drawn wide as he pushed her back off his lap. He moaned loudly when he saw her nude form underneath, equally in alarm as much as lust.





“Good God, Lu, what if you had been caught? You’re mad to come out like this,” he insisted with a hushed cry.





Luna froze for a second as her eyes grew big with fear. “You mean you don’t like it? I thought you would want me to be naked right away.”





“Well, yeah, of course I do, and I love that you thought ahead for me, but still…be careful, okay? I wouldn’t want you to run into anybody nasty while you’re starkers under your kit, for Merlin’s sake.” He ran both hands in straight lines over her breasts and belly, settling one on her bum while the other cupped her quim. “This is just for me, alright? You belong to me, don’t you?”





He had yearned to hear her breathy confirmation all month; the words had rolled out of the mouth of his dream-self night after night as he demanded complete surrender of his slave, but dream-Luna was just a pale imitation to the real thing as his blonde beauty practically snarled to him now in her affirmative response.





“Ye-e-es, yessssss, I’m yours, my body belongs to you, Master, anything for you,” she groaned desperately, her hips canting forward as she pressed her cunt into his hand.





That was all that he needed to act, and soon he had her robe completely off, stopping to close his teeth over a nipple as Luna arched her back, and then spreading the flannel over the downed tree base. He grabbed her face and kissed her once more before moving to stretch her over the covered bark onto her stomach. He didn’t want to waste any time getting started.





“Lu, sweetie, I want you to lie here while I get some things, hands behind your head and legs spread apart,” he commanded.





Watching her readily comply was almost orgasm inducing he’d been deprived of this so long. The sex starved youth had needed to partake of her nectar upon seeing his love expose her already glistening petals to him, but after only a few licks he stepped over to his backpack and unzipped the top while she whined for him.





“Master, please, I need you inside me now, I can’t wait!” She wouldn’t lie still as she cried for his attentions and Harry enjoyed the spectacle of watching her bottom squirm. The girl looked ready to hump the side of the log.





He clucked at her impatience. “Now, now, none of that; I told you I have some bits to do first. You have to be a good girl for Master. I know you wouldn’t want to displease me, would you?” He smiled into his bag as he listened to her plead her obedience.





By the time he was looming over her again, she was growing hysterical in her need of him. Harry shushed her in a soothing manner as his fingers trailed down her spine. He had yet to take off his own clothes, but he made sure to cast several warming charms over Luna’s shivering body and her robe. He leaned over her and rested his legs against the trunk as he brought her collar under her bent arm and then grabbed the end strap on the other side of her, fitting it into place snug around her neck and then fiddling behind her clasped hands as he buckled it. Luna sighed and settled down almost immediately. The wild haired boy let his body go slack and folded himself over her back. His head dangled to the side of hers so he could speak low into her ear as her earring tickled his nose.





“Baby, you feel so fucking good. I don’t want to rush this, luv, I want us to make this last as long as we can, okay? You’re not ready to run away from me already, are you?” The girl fervently shook her head from side to side. “Good, sweetie, we’re going to have a lovely time; trust me. Just do what I say and everything will be brilliant.”





“Yes, Master.”





Luna sounded trance-like now that he’d calmed her and the boy was struck by how easily he manipulated her state of being. Once again, he felt that familiar power surge through him; knowing that he had control of Luna in so many ways was just what he required after all the gloom he’d been dealing with recently. It was good that he could enjoy this moment without having the locket pervert it for him. Well….not have the locket make it more perverted, he amended. When he had the firm wood of his wand back in his grip, he plucked hers poking from her ear to set it aside then picked his body up off Luna and twisted to look behind him, landing his sight on a flat boulder sitting next to some bushes. He quickly Transfigured it into a long bench, then summoned its heavy weight forward until it was right behind them.





Harry scooped up Luna by the waist and chest and then dragged her backwards until he was seated on the bench with her astride his lap. He swung his legs over the bench and turned them to the other side so he could face out towards the woods, none too eager to be surprised by intruders should anyone happen by. Luna started to mewl in her contentment as Harry took hold of her arms and folded them behind her back, elbows pointing down while her palms and wrists pressed together as if she were praying backwards. He used the sash from her robe to bind them together and knot it at the top by her hands. Once he had her tied, he shifted her on his lap until he had the desired access. She was turned slightly to her right, one leg bent so that it wrapped around the seat of his pants, her dainty foot tucked into his bum. Her other leg was resting over the top of his own and he used his left hand to push them both wider apart, loving the feel of her arse on the erection straining to pop out of his jeans while the two of them were spread open like that.





After posing her to his satisfaction, it was like a strong magnetic pull from her twat was directing his fingers right into her core. Merlin, she was so tight and hot inside, and the smell of her was making him dizzy now that he could drink in her heady scent again and not just imagine it. He coiled her long, lovely locks around his left wrist and pulled her head towards him, begging for her lips on his mouth again.





“Kiss me, baby. Just keep kissing me until I stop you.”





His tongue wrapped around hers as they teased each other, sucking on it before closing his lips over hers to draw them back like he was pulling pumpkin juice through a straw. Luna’s moan vibrated along the flesh of his mouth and he answered with his own. He lost himself in the sensation of their comingling and hadn’t even realized he had all four fingers pumping into her until his thumb was insisting it join in by folding against its mates. The super aroused teen began tracing and nibbling her plump bottom lip as his hand twisted around her cunny enough to work itself in past the knuckles. Luna gave a deep oh like a low as he moved inside further still, and he attempted to distract her by attacking her mouth with renewed ferociousness.





When he could feel her folds around his wrist, he stopped for a moment to revel in the pulsing heat of her. It was like being a part of her living tissue, he imagined as he was amazed yet again by how powerful it was to experience this kind of connection. Letting her heart beating amplify through his skin; in his brain, even fluttering behind his eye sockets, her pulse evident under his cheekbones, was like stepping into her very life force as if she were the last magical room in the Department of Mysteries. But she was his secret to unlock, he maintained, no one would ever know this Luna, no one but him. He let her breathe as he stopped the suction of his lips and whispered to her in his replenished reverence.





“Luuuuuuu, sweetie, your heart is mine. I’m going to take care of you. No one can hurt my angel when I’m around. No one loves you like your Master, Luna. Tell me that you’re mine again.”





The girl was gone as deep as he was, but she replied in that same breathless awe, her words intoning a chant for him. “Oh, yes, Master, I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours…”





While his hand felt tight in her channel, it didn’t cramp, so he merely let his slow pumping resume as he stroked her inside walls lightly. There was a variance in the textures now that he focused; although while still velvety smooth, some patches seemed rough, and there was a malleable sponginess as he stretched her. He moved his head down so that he could slip the nipple closest to him in his mouth and suckle some more. The boy unwound the hand in her hair and reached around her torso to get to her other breast, happy to be pinching and teasing the nib into a sharp point while his tongue and cool breaths wrinkled the one under his lips. Soon, her moans and whines spiraled into a crescendo as he felt her walls contract and then she was gushing all over him, the night animals seeming to answer her in their increased volume all around them.





She shuddered hard with her orgasm as he began to remove his hand from what felt like deep within her core, cooing to her the whole time. He kissed her mouth while she recuperated from the aftereffects, but then he was licking his fingers clean as he decided where he wanted to move her next. He took a mental stock of the contents in his pack again and settled on what he most wanted to see. Harry wanted to get her back into that heightened state relatively quickly, but he also wanted to make sure he didn’t completely overwhelm her as he’d done before. She needed to be fully conscious and alert when he sent her home.





“God, luv, you’re incredible, you are. Master has a surprise for you, but first I want to make sure you’ve earned it. You’re gonna lay on your back now, while I get you ready, okay? Does that sound good?” he cajoled.





He swiftly untied her hands so he could lift her up and carry her back to the fallen tree, laying her down on the flannel robe to keep her heated up. When he bid her to stretch all the way out, her back rounding the timber this time, he used the Binding spell to lash her arms to her ankles, the rope pulling taut under the body of the log and fastening her into immobility. Luna’s eyes shut to feel the pressure in her limbs, but groaned when Harry smacked her cheek, then back handed the other side of her face to keep her awake. He used the flat of his fingers and palm to spank at various parts of her: a breast, her pubis, the inside of her thigh, above an armpit, against the curvature of her hip. The girl was fidgeting now as her whines gained momentum. Then Harry stepped back to retrieve the next item in his satchel.





When he pulled out the flogger, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride at his handiwork. With all of this practice, he was getting really good at his Transfiguration skills. MacGonagall would be so thrilled, he mused. He had recalled as much vivid detail as possible from his internet searches when he created his tool, and kept the leather strips a basic black, the handle braided in the grip. He let the soft sides of the tresses caress his hand, then Luna’s breasts; his wrist oscillating with the fanning motion all the way down to her abdomen. Luna was twitching in her excitement as she begged for him to whip her. The first instance when he brought back his hand and slapped the fringe against her lily white skin she keened into the pain until it had passed, her body tense in the aftermath even as she cried for more.





Harry was eager to let go, but he refrained from getting carried away and concentrated deliberately on where and how hard his hits landed, keeping them mostly to her tits as she squirmed deliciously under his steadying rhythm. That porcelain veneer burnished a bright red as he worked; every so often he let the strands slap lower to surprise her. After a short time, he could see that Luna was so entranced in her receiving of his flogging that she appeared ready to climax, her mouth open as her whines escalated, her thighs quivering, her sex puffy and slick. The teen metaphorically pulled back the reins, ceasing his whipping as he pressed his palm to her stomach, speaking softly as he brought her back down from her height of pleasure. Luna trembled against him, but groaned obediently into his touch as she waited for his next move.





“There’s my girl. You’re so good for me. I think you’re getting better at this, baby; I’m so pleased with you.” The girl sobbed her thanks to her Master, but he wasn’t done with her yet, not by a mile.





“I’ve got a present for you now, luv. Something that belonged to my godfather, but now I’m going to give to you. Would you like that?” Her silvery orbs grew brighter as he watched the tears well up and her face looked pained as she professed her approval.





“Oh, yes, Master. I would be so honored.” His angel never let him down.





The boy set aside his wand and instrument on the bench as he rapidly shed his flannel shirt and tee underneath. He shivered as the cold air hit his burning skin, but then he was slipping the mokeskin pouch over his head and opening it to pull out the gift he was harboring with the rest of his treasures. The two silver hoops gleamed in the light of the moon and a thrill ran up his spine at the thought of where they were going to end up. When he leaned over his love again, he lay the earrings down on her flat belly then cupped her soft globes with his hands to absorb the heat that rose up from her stimulated flesh. He let his fingers pull up into pincers as he coaxed her nipples to peaks again, and when he reached for his wand he calmly informed her that he was going to ice them up a bit. Luna’s face looked worried for but a second before nodding her head as much as the position would afford her.





Harry was starting to remember his prick by this time; having been so preoccupied with what he was doing and watching Luna’s reactions, he had quite forgotten it. He rubbed the bulge still in his jeans as he held tight to his wooden wand once more, preparing to do something so bold in his claiming of the girl that he was ready to come himself. As he murmured the spell to chill the nerves in her nipples, and then one as an antiseptic, he gleefully brought the hoops to rest against them, the bar across the tops open and ready for insertion. He had read that Muggles used needles to poke a hole where they were needed, but he had followed up in his handy bondage book to find the appropriate spells for mimicking the same action. There were several body modification rituals that were discussed in an entire chapter; he had found the practice endlessly fascinating. When he invoked the proper charm, he was almost shocked to see the slide of the barbell disappear through her rosy tips and seal up with a silver ball on the end. He was breathing as heavy as Luna as the girl realized what had just happened.





She sighed longingly. “Thank you, thank you so much, Master, you treat me so special.” Her saucer eyes gazed deeply into his and the boy swallowed as he felt her adoration in a tangible squeeze in his chest.





“That’s because you ARE special, Luna,” he whispered warmly to her, his voice raspy with emotion.







He then leaned over to claim her further with a kiss, his lips grazing against hers softly. When he pulled away, he released her from her binds and held out his hand. Luna took it hesitantly as she slowly rolled upwards, her body stiff in the movement. She shyly looked down at her chest to see for herself what Harry had given her; the smile she shone upon him afterwards was brilliant.





“I love it, Master.”





Harry was starting to feel his control slipping by this time. He needed to be inside her, and soon. With her hand in his, he pulled her off the log and towards the bench again, only this time positioning her to climb on the top seat on all fours. She was noticeably excited again, and her playfulness delighted him as she grew frisky as a foal while her rump teased him in a swivel of hips. He smacked her bottom to remind her that he was still to be sated and she immediately stilled, although peering over her shoulder as she watched him unzip his pants and tug them down. Damn, it really was cold as an old witch’s tit; he snickered in his head, but cast another warming charm on himself as he swung one leg over the bench behind her. Luna could only spread her legs so far and still stay perched on the flat stone, but she did her best, anyway. Harry’s hands rounded the sweet flesh of her bum as he prepared to enter her glistening passage.





“God, baby, I’ve been needing to fuck you so hard every day since we were last together. My cock has been aching for you. Show me how much you missed it, gorgeous.”





Luna was ready for him, and the second the head of his prick was flush with her gash, she was pushing backwards and spearing herself on him. They both moaned harmoniously and the sensations were so all consuming that the teen knew he wouldn’t be able to last this session in his usual stead. It was paramount that he take his pleasure of her body before his knob could beat him to the punch. In moments, he was feverishly fucking her, soon grabbing her thighs and pulling her legs off the slab in order to fold them behind his arse. His grip on her waist was a vice and his pummeling felt glorious as he grunted and groaned his appreciation. When he felt the tide of his orgasm rising, he moved her legs back to rest on her knees and then swept his hands up underneath her to tug at the new jewelry. She cried out and then that clutching in her cunt as she came pushed him over. Before his seed exploded, though, he rapidly pulled out of her and then struck his wand down as he shouted his spell, demanding she shut her eyes while flipping the girl in her pose so that she was suddenly facing his crotch. Then he was shooting helplessly like an uncorked champagne bottle, his hand on the underside of his prick directing the ropes of white arcing outwards and landing upon that shining visage.





Merlin, she looked gorgeous. He didn’t think his spunk could ever be this appealing as it had splashed against her features. When she cracked open her eyes into slits, the gooey remnants on her eyelashes sparkling, he smiled broadly to see her done up in his tactile affections. As he let his breathing return to normal, he sat sideways on the bench and pulled her front across his lap this time, her bum resting on his now spent cock. His arms were tight around her as he began to lick his issue from her cheeks and nose, taking each few swipes to share it with her in an impassioned tongue play. It didn’t matter if it had gone up a nostril or crusted into a brow, or hung from her chin, he was sure to get every drop of it for the two of them to feast on.





By the time she was free from all trace of his release, the teens were snuggled against each other in their cozy embrace continuing their lazy kissing for a bit. When Harry drew back, he was grinning from ear to ear, feeling significantly better now than before she’d arrived. He almost felt human again. Luna’s gaze flittered around his face as she took in several new details.





“Your hair has gotten wilder, I think,” she said as she tousled his long locks in emphasis. She appeared amused by the development, though, and her nose crinkled when pulling at the tips brushing his shoulders.





“Well, at least I shaved before you got here. I haven’t been bothering since it’s only Hermione and Ron staring at my stubbly mug every day.” He smirked as he brought her mouth to his for another kiss.





Luna paused midway to inform him seriously, “I shaved, too, just for you.”





Harry’s smile bloomed wide again. “Yeah, I noticed,” he chuckled, a glowing sizzle along his skin knowing that he had this lovely girl preparing herself for his pleasure. “And we don’t have to worry about Nargles, either,” he teased.





The young witch ran her hands up his sides as she further inspected him, but the tickling sensations her fingers brought made him arch his back and grab hold of her hands. She eyed him critically, however.





“You’ve gotten so skinny,” she remarked, sounding worried by the fact. Harry brushed it off with a shrug of his shoulder.





“Not a lot of access to food when you’re on the run. We do alright, but it’s not exactly three square a day. It’s been harder on some of us, though. Wish I had planned things better, but I can’t do a lot about it now.” He sighed as he looked into the woods before him. He’d really have to find a way to turn Ron’s mood around soon before it fractured their little group into pieces.





“If you let me come see you again, I’ll be sure to bring food with me next time, Harry. I don’t want you three going hungry out here.”





Harry slapped his hand against his forehead and groaned. “Oh God, I’m such an idiot! Why didn’t I think of that before? Bollocks, I didn’t even tell you about the secret passageways when I had the chance. So, I guess you figured out my cryptic message alright, then?” he asked as his thoughts turned to her journey out here.





“Yes, that was very helpful. I didn’t know for sure until I got to the third floor what you were referring to, but then it all fell into place. It was difficult sneaking around the castle, though. I don’t just have Filch to worry about now. The Carrows like to leave little traps around for rule breakers.” Her eyes grew big as she spoke about the duo and her teeth worried her bottom lip when she finished.





“Oh, shit, I forgot about them. I still can’t fucking believe they’re teaching at the school. You know they were fighting in the battle when Malfoy let them all in through the Room of Requirement, right?” Luna nodded her head but she looked very distraught all of a sudden. Harry frowned as he grabbed her wrists together.





“What? What is it, Lu? What have they done?” he demanded as it started to dawn on him that school life was probably a bit hazardous under the new rule.





“Oh, I…I don’t know if I should tell you. You’ll just get upset.” Now Harry was downright panicked as he thought the worst. What could Snape let them get away with realistically, though? He tried to calm down as he bid her to answer.





“If you say it like that, then of course I’ll be upset, but I promise I won’t shout at you or anything. Just tell me what’s going on at Hogwarts with your greasy bastard of a Headmaster.”





Luna began to slowly unveil the current state of things back at the castle. He was getting a sickening lurch in his stomach as she described how Alecto had humiliated Ginny in class. His first inclination was to put his fist through something but he controlled himself so as not to renege on his promise to the girl. When she told him how the Slytherin house was being favored over the others, which he sort of expected, he flashed on Crabbe and Goyle the last time he’d laid eyes on them. He stared deep into Luna’s silvery irises now as he asked his next question carefully.





“Lu, have the Slytherin crew been messing with you again? I need to know that you’re alright,” he assured as her face blanched. Her head rolled around distractedly as she scoped out their environs before settling back to face him. Her lip was grasped in her teeth again, but then she hesitantly answered him.





“I-I-I’m afraid I got into a situation with Terry and Anthony Goldstein,” she started. Harry was shocked by that; since when did prefect Goldstein turn into a prick? He stayed silent while he urged Luna to continue, though.





“But I thought I had it under control, Harry, I really did. Anthony just isn’t that kind of fellow and I knew I could get him to handle Terry, but…but then, I didn’t think about my blind spot like you told me to. Goyle and Nott caught me and Stunned me before I realized what was happening.” She was earnest in her plea to him as she watched his expression turn alarmed, “It turned out alright, though, Harry. I was in a bad way, but Ginny and Neville were there for me. They saw what was happening and intervened. We…we sort of set the boys up, but we had to Obliviate them to do it.” Her brow furrowed at the admission.





“Well, good, those sods needed some payback. Who cares if they were obliviated when you think about what they aimed to do. I’m just relieved you had some help. What did the three of you end up doing with them?”





When Luna gave him the rundown of the whole scene, he was livid at what those thugs had attempted, but then highly amused with the outcome. Ginny could be a creative little devil when she wanted. He felt happy that the two girls were talking again and that Ginny had obviously come to some sort of settlement in her feelings towards their affair. He was concerned that she was being targeted by the Carrows, however, and wondered how he could help from such a distance. He watched Luna as she told her story, although he could see in her eyes she wasn’t keen to be explaining these things to him. He supposed part of her just wanted to protect him, and he knew his temper preceded him in her expectations, but at the same time it was comforting to see that she was strangely compelled to be totally honest with him even if she didn’t find it in his best interest to tell the whole truth.





“I don’t think Goyle and Nott have been seen speaking to each other since,” Luna was saying, “and Terry has been acting very skittish when the Slytherins even look his way. I haven’t had them bother me at all, other than to give me the occasional confused expression. But Neville has been helping me practice those moves you showed me every lunch hour, and sometimes Ginny does them with me. I’m very concerned with her health, though. She’s been looking quite thin, too, and she has plenty of food at her disposal. She spends so many nights in detention I haven’t been able to talk to her all that much. Do you think Amycus has cast a hex on her to make her sick?”





Harry contemplated the idea, but he had a feeling it was more than just a spell at work here. He thought about the many nights he’d spent locked up with Umbridge and how just being in her presence was enough to put him off his appetite for weeks. The boy imagined just what kind of suspicion and dark tactics were being fostered in that hot bed of Death Eater grooming known as Slytherin house under the Carrows’ assistance. What was Slughorn up to in all of this, he wondered. For that matter, how was McGonagall holding up? He shuddered as he realized once again just what the students had been left with in his absence. This was going to be a nasty war before all was said and done, and here were the three of them moping about the landscape because they were hungry and irritable, he thought with humility. They would have to persevere and start focusing on strategy with more determination. He had to get Ron on board, however, if they were to accomplish anything effectively.





“What’s Snape been doing in all of this aggression towards the students? Have you noticed anything odd about his whereabouts or mannerisms?” He wasn’t sure what he wanted Luna to be looking for, but there had to be something he could glean from the murdering git’s actions as Headmaster.





“He has left the school on a few occasions, but he’s got Amycus in charge when that happens. Those were not good days. I don’t really see him other than in the Great Hall, so it’s hard to tell, really. He looks…bothered,” she intuited.





“Bothered? Gee, I wonder why?” he whined sardonically. “Although, I can’t imagine anything ruffling the black feathers of that arsehole unless you call him a coward,” he recalled. Then something suddenly loomed to the forefront of his thoughts in connection with Snape. He grabbed Luna’s hand again as his tone grew ominous.





“Lu, you have to make sure you don’t spend any time alone with him. Don’t give him a reason to question you on anything directly. He’s a Legilimens, he can see into your mind if he wants, so you can’t give him an excuse to try. That could be very, very bad for us.” The teens stared hard at each other as they both imagined the consequences.





Harry’s warming charm was starting to dissipate and his bum felt cold against the stone bench. He took Luna’s wand that was sitting at the other end and then rolled up her long hair into a bun so he could spear it through with the rod. Blonde wisps glinted in the dazzling brilliance of the moon as they hung by her face. He grabbed his own wand and used a Summoning charm on her flannel, draping it over her shoulders when it flew to them. He looked at her breasts and regarded their new appearance with the silver circles shining against her luminous skin. He thought about how her tormenters had tried to attack her, had expected her to get on her knees for them again without complaint and he wished to see her bearing his own mark, a way to ward off bad intent towards the girl. A crystal clear vision came to him, just then, and he knew instinctively that it was a perfect representation of his ownership.





“Sweetie, you trust me, right?” he asked, knowing her reply but wanting to hear it all the same.





“Yes, Harry, more than anyone.” It was a balm to his soul having this one person to believe in him no matter what happened, he felt, growing uneasy again at the thought of his friends’ expectations of him waiting back at their tent. He didn’t want to continually feel like he was letting everyone down and with Luna it was different. She strengthened him with her conviction and her trust. He felt completely committed to her more than ever, and his understanding became a prism with which he could see how his mates must feel in this predicament. He resolved to do better in his search, to fight the locket’s detrimental manipulations on his team. He pulled Luna towards him as he started to bend her, guiding her to fall over his lap and move her body so that she was lying across him.





“I’m going to do one more thing to you before I let you leave, okay? It might burn a bit, but I’ll try to numb the area first. I’m going to mark you with a tattoo,” he imparted.





“You mean like the Dark Mark?” the girl said with surprise.





Harry faltered at that for a moment. “Uh, no, not like that, dear. It’ll just be a small token, just something that says you’re mine. It won’t summon you to me or anything.” Even as he attempted to make the distinction between the two, he grew unsure at the gesture; he had not made the correlation to Voldemort when the idea came to him, but it was kind of creepy to think he was emulating that practice in some way.





The emblem he wanted to use was further cause for his unease. The lightning bolt had seemed so ideal, a perfect shortcut to denote the identity of whose territory it marked. Was that just wrong, though? Voldemort had marked him irrevocably with the scar, in a multitude of ways that didn’t even touch on the obvious; how could he conceive of perpetuating such evil? And yet…the sign…it WAS his, wasn’t it? The memorable scar curse was the most identifiable thing about him and Harry felt it was high time he appropriated the symbol for his own use, empowering him in the process. He wanted to take back the evil done to him and what it had left in the wake and turn it into a show of his love. Anyone who laid eyes on Luna’s back would know without a doubt that she belonged to him. The thought was very intense for the boy.





However, that brought its own set of alarms, and the teen warred with himself whether that would be a smart thing to do in light of the fact that he was being hunted down. But who would see it, he insisted in his head? Just the type of people who needed a warning was how he saw it. What would happen to Luna if it was ever discovered, though? He couldn’t even let his mind go there. No, he would have to make sure she glamored it so as to keep it hidden from view. It would be something only the two of them would know about.





By now, his hand had hovered over Luna’s back for several minutes as he gripped his wand and debated his choice. The young witch eventually rolled up on her side as she watched to see what he was up to. She looked at him quizzically and he patted her between her shoulders, urging her back down so he could move ahead. He applied the numbing spell and then prepared to brand her with his wand. He spoke to her soothingly as he got her ready for the invasive technique and asked her to tell him what else was going on at Hogwarts, suggesting she fill him in on how his other Gryffindor mates were holding up.





As she talked, he concentrated on what he was doing, letting her voice tinkle around him in the background of his thoughts. He would latch onto a name every now and again, but his eyes never left the patch of her back and the strike beginning to form. There was a faint humming emitting from his wand and Luna had startled when he cast the first spark against her flesh. She settled down once she began to drone on about the residents of the school, but he sensed she was falling under his thrall as he continued with his design; her voice hitching in her breaths often, even grinding her arse a few times when he would occasionally pull back from his palette. His nose detected her excitement and as he watched the symbol take shape his own arousal became visible. Harry’s cock was wedged under her belly, but it still managed to make itself known as it pressed hard against her. As soon as Luna became aware of it, she squealed and the boy all but dropped his wand and fucked her right then he was so turned on.





By the time he was done, they were both shivering with their desire for each other. He pulled her up quickly but Luna was trying to climb up on his cock as she slid her fingers into his unruly hair and gripped the strands tight. Harry wanted to see his art, however, and he smacked her arse as he commanded her to turn around. When she was sitting back on his lap face forward, he let his erect prick slide into her cunt for a few wet pumps then pulled out to arrange her so he could spread apart the firm mounds of her arse and tease her puckered hole. He used the lubricating charm again, but he slid into her easily enough. As soon as she was seated all the way down to the base of his cock, resting on his bollocks and moaning in the action, he started to move her rapidly as he held on to her hips.





He leaned back after a few minutes, finally laying all the way on the stone as he throatily demanded she keep fucking him, bounding up on down on his rigid muscle while she tried to keep her shouts to a minimum. Even though he cast a Muffliato before she visited, they didn’t want to push their luck. He stared at the bobbing bolt on her back right above her arse and smiled wickedly as his prick buggered her enthusiastically. First the piercing, and now the tattoo. What else could he do to her, he wondered? His thoughts went back to the book Remus had given him and the mention of piercings on a girl’s bits. He imagined his Luna with rings along her folds and the visual almost brought about his climax. But he still wanted to take care of her pleasure, too, and soon he was sitting back up so he could reach around to her front and play with her petals while he fucked her. When the two teens both arched into their simultaneous release, Harry had pinched her nipple rings and tugged again as she howled. They fell back along the bench once they were through, Harry holding her against him in his ragged breaths while he slipped out of her oozing hole. He wanted to suck his cum out of her, but he didn’t think he could move just then.





Suddenly, the pair heard a crack in the trees and they both turned their heads sharply in the direction of the sound. There was a fluttering noise and then a squirrel darted up the branches of a fir tree. The two teens both let out a release of breath. Harry decided it was getting rather late and he’d have to part with her very soon. He thought ahead to when he could call her to him again. The boy wouldn’t be able to go another month and a half; that was for sure. He patted her on the bum and got the two of them moving to get dressed again.





When they were back in their clothes—well, at least he was, but Luna’s robe looked way too flimsy for the brisk October night—he could see she was already looking forlorn to be leaving him. He felt the same way, but one of them would need to be strong in this departure. He pulled his backpack over to him and started to put away all of his things, making sure to reach over for his cloak, but then drew out a piece of parchment to hand to her.





“Here, I want you to take this back with you. You’re going to need it. Share it with Nev and Gin when you can, I don’t want any of you getting caught, if it can be helped. When you want to use it, just say the incantation, ‘I solemnly swear that I am up to no good’” and Harry gave her a demonstration with his wand.





The girl was delighted when she saw its magic revealed. She clapped her hands together and shrugged her shoulders into her neck as her eyes grew big. Harry smiled to see her pleasure, but he quickly explained the map’s benefits and then showed her how to turn it back into a blank bit of paper again. He tucked it into the front of her robe as they stood in the lit clearing, plastering it against her tender breasts while she crossed her arms.





“Make sure you take very good care of that,” he cautioned with a shake of his finger, although he knew she would protect its secrets with her life. “This belonged to the Marauders, you know. My dad was a member.”





Luna looked at him very intently as she insisted that she would. She could be such an earnest girl, he mused, so passionate and thoughtful. When he pulled her towards him for a last kiss, he made it as soulful a gesture as he could offer. He wanted nothing more than to fall into her again, to get off like this all night and make love to her over and over, but nonetheless, he still felt rejuvenated by her presence tonight. Harry felt assured that he could face tomorrow with a gusto that had been missing for some time now. It really was brilliant how she managed to infuse him in such a way. That optimism was back, and he felt he could prevail in any further upsets. His brain was already ticking away at a plan.





He told her he would try to call for her in a few weeks if all went well. When Luna asked Harry point blank if they were looking for something out here, the boy’s face widened in surprise, but he shook his head to her and stayed quiet on the matter. Though he did remind her to keep a watch on Snape for him, but to make sure she stayed under his radar. They would be gone from this location in the morning, he confessed, so she couldn’t find him without new coordinates. He didn’t want her to get any ideas about coming back here for an unannounced visit, although his inner voices insisted that she knew well what the punishment would be for such an infraction. Luna had proved that he could count on her.





It was time to send her away, however, and he tried to remain stalwart for her as she clutched him faithfully in their last few minutes together. His mind shuffled through any pertinent information that he still needed to give her, any final questions he might have had before she was gone, and like a deck of cards he patted his thoughts together into place as he determined that he’d had his say. When he stood back from her, his gaze rested on her collar and he suddenly hated the idea of taking it away.





“If I let you keep your necklace with you, do you promise to glamour it like you’re going to do with the tattoo?” He wanted to think of her in her Hogwarts bed at night wearing it for him.





Luna was adamant in her assurance. “Oh, yes, yes, Harry, oh, Master, please let me keep it. It lets me feel so close to you. I promise that no one will see it.”





Harry smiled at her before waving his wand over her neck to hide the leather adornment. He warned her to only wear it in the evenings, as he felt it too risky to try during classes; he had no idea what dark spells the Treacherous Trio might know to see through the charm. She gave him her word. Then he stood there with his heart feeling heavy but his spirit considerably lightened as he watched her leave. In a second, she was gone, her Apparition barely resonating with a low crack. He lifted up his pack to sling over his shoulder and then headed back to camp.





When he returned, Hermione was waiting for him at the back of the tent. She appeared very flustered and avoided looking him directly in the eye as she queried him on his whereabouts, nervously playing with a bit of the chain at her throat. While she chastised him for disappearing from the camp without so much as a by your leave to make sure his companions didn’t worry, Harry suddenly thought back on the disturbance he and Luna had heard in their secluded spot and his eyelids moved to slits as he watched her. So, was Hermione up to spying on him, too? He decided to be up front with her about his activities for the night.





“I went to meet Luna. I didn’t think you or Ron really wanted to hear about it, though, and I expected to be back before the next watch. I’m sorry if you worried.”





“Well, is she…is she alright? Is everything a mess back in school? What’s been happening there?” She seemed suddenly eager to find out more about the news Luna had to bring, which caused Harry to raise an eyebrow since he had expected another lecture, but he dismissed her questions for the night. He was somewhat tired now and it was Ron’s turn next to get up. That promised to be loud and unpleasant. Still, he had some thinking to do in regards to Hermione’s….interests. He was flirtatious with her as he let his mouth turn up on one side of his face.





“I’ll tell you everything you want to know in the morning, alright, dear?”





Even in the scant light of the moon, Harry could just make out her blush.







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It was later in the week when Hermione decided she should confront him.





Harry had done a complete turn-around ever since his romp in the woods with Luna, and that had been fine the first few days, but now his mood was definitely making her increasingly uneasy. She had been happy at first to see that he was being so gracious and accommodating around her and Ron. The brainy witch had expected he would be all smiles the day after he’d gotten some, but had been unprepared for the level of attention he gave her; complimenting her on their lunch after she had stolen into a small petrol shop under the cloak and snagged some biscuits and more eggs for them, asking for her opinion on Dumbledore’s gifts to each of them in his will, drawing up a chart (a CHART! swoon) for them so they could review what places held significance and where they might head to next, even making a small list of items that could possibly destroy the Horcruxes once they found them. Of course, he had burned up the paper the minute they had ended up back where they started in terms of their next destination, but it was the effort that had impressed Hermione. He had very little news to share via Luna, however, and the girl thought it odd that Ron didn’t have more to say about that.





Harry had been able to get Ron to lighten up a little bit and play some games with him after their brainstorming sessions, particularly when they were both free of the locket. She knew that they were all suffering the effects of the evil inside of it, but lately it was giving her a small anxiety attack every time it was her turn to wear it. She didn’t like the thoughts it planted in her head, besides that irritable feeling like she was on a constant period, and she started to consider that she might not be as good a girl as she presented herself to everyone. Being in such close quarters with two boys every minute of the day was causing its own kind of havoc on her senses. Sure, they could be a bit ripe, which wasn’t terribly pleasant with the combined musty aroma of the tent, but after a while it wasn’t their funky scent that was disturbing her. There were an awful lot of ‘boy’ things about them that she had never noticed in her friends before.





For instance, Ron tugged at his package fairly often when he thought no one was looking. After several weeks in the outdoors with them, though, he was now much less surreptitious about it. In the mornings, he would stretch extravagantly with a loud groan in his too short cot and scratch at the flat belly peeking out from under his tee shirt, a very pronounced erection obvious under the taut denim of his jeans. Hermione would stare transfixed by the sight, until he would flash his brilliant blue eyes at her and ask what the hell she was looking at in that sullen tone he’d been using almost regularly before she would quickly turn away with her cheeks burning. It hadn’t escaped her notice, however, that very often it was Ron staring at her when she was trying to freshen up in the day’s beginnings before they left their site for new pastures. She would thrill to the feel of his eyes on her back as she brushed her hair or bent over to tie a shoelace. When he followed the movements of her backside, it was like her bum was on fire with the attention, his pupils somehow transmitting beams to set her skin aflame.





Harry, though, was a unique problem unto himself, and both she and Ron were being driven spare with his exploits. It was no longer a secret amongst the trio that he had a very definite need to attend to his libido several times a day. At first, it had been subtle; merely taking an extra long time to bring back the twigs and branches for their fire, which he always offered to do. When she slowly realized what he was up to after Ron had made a few oblique remarks about it, she had only smirked at the idea and wondered how the red-head was faring with his pent up frustrations, since she had yet to catch him at anything other than feeling up his tackle. Once she’d actually been exposed to Harry’s night time antics, however, it had been quite a rude awakening and the girl had been severely aroused by the show as much as she’d been horrified by the action.





The worst nights came when Harry had the necklace on, she had noticed, and this had been the case one evening, when she had been awakened to hear Harry keening into his pillow and flailing his body about on the thin bed; her blood running cold as he suddenly went slack and started speaking in Parseltongue. It hadn’t helped matters when she heard him unzip his pants and then watched in shock as the boy pulled out his very stiff penis and began stroking it slowly as the sibilant sounds continued slurring from his lips. Her mouth hung open as she absorbed the sexual display in front of her. She was aware that her nipples had grown hard and that she was moist between her legs and she wondered thunderstruck what would happen if she reached out to touch him right there while he was under.





Hermione had been so freaked by her driving impulse she got up and ran out of the flaps to get Ron, who was muttering to himself to stay awake while sitting on a small stool. He had looked up at her in alarm and asked what was wrong. She couldn’t even get the whole explanation out, but just pointed back to the tent and suggested Harry might be having a fit.





When the gangly red-head had stepped back inside, he stared distastefully at Harry still in the throes of his wanking and snakespeak and then calmly put his foot under the cot’s edge and kicked, tipping the bed over to its side and spilling its occupant on the hard ground. Harry had cried out when he landed, but then he quickly sat up, his head darting from side to side in a disoriented shake as he attempted to identify his surroundings in the dark. When he blinked at them in confusion; especially since he was without his glasses, he croaked out a demand to know what had just happened.





“You’re wanking again, you git. Do you think it would be possible for you to extract your hand from you prick for more than a few minutes at a time and give it a rest, already? We’re about done with your little hobby, yeah.” And then Ron had given her a remorseful glance, as if he was apologizing for Harry’s behavior by virtue of being male.





Harry looked suitably chastened but professed his innocence. “Sorry, but I was asleep; I didn’t even know what I was doing, alright? I’m not doing this on purpose.”





Hermione was standing behind Ron clutching the sides of his flannel shirt as she peered over the side of his arm. She spoke to him while staring directly at his bright, emerald eyes, avoiding his still exposed penis at all cost.





“Harry, you were dreaming and talking in Parseltongue. Do you remember what you were doing? Was it something to do with You-Know-Who?”





The boy’s eyes had widened upon hearing that, and he looked sick for a second, but then he had insisted he didn’t remember anything from the dream as he suddenly noticed his opened pants and started to cover himself up in a hurry. Eventually, Ron went back out and Harry fell back asleep, but Hermione laid there for hours with much to think about. He had been subdued all the next day, much to Ron’s chagrin. The teen had taken a particular zeal in picking at Harry’s affliction with a series of snarky jokes. Her dark-haired friend had thrown Ron baleful glances but kept quiet and took his punishment. Hermione kept feeling like she was being torn between them; sympathetic that they were both under strain, but thinking that Ron had a right to be offended, yet realizing Harry was dealing with something neither of them could understand.





That was something that she grew very curious about, though, just what was it that Harry was experiencing? She was an inquisitive girl after all, and she had convinced herself that it was only out of this innate questing for knowledge that she should follow him on his midnight excursion when it came about only a few days later. The girl had been quite alert when she heard the rustling of the tent shortly after she’d relieved Harry on sentry duty. Incredibly, the sudden idea of watching him pleasure himself completely uninhibited while he assumed he was alone was very essential to her sexual education.





She had argued with herself for a half hour before she could get her feet to move, and she had held onto the chain around her neck while an unrecognizable voice in her head urged her on (doooooiiiiiittt), until finally she set out with nary a look back to their unprotected camp as she strode forth on his trodden path. It was great opportunity to use her tracking charm, she insisted, as she cast her spell to light up the eager wizard’s footprints through the forest floor. When she had arrived to his hideaway to discover that he was meeting Luna, she’d been aghast at first, but then quickly settled into research mode, observing the two as she ascertained the extent of their passion for each other. It had been eye-opening, to say the least.





When Harry had whipped his visitor with his little…whippy thing, she had held her breath waiting to see how Luna would respond. Her mind tried to wrap around the notion that the blonde found this supremely pleasurable. When Harry had pierced her with the jewelry, Hermione’s face was a study in perplexity. When Harry fucked Luna from behind, she had to cover her mouth tightly to keep from groaning aloud. And when he painted her back so intently as they conversed about the mundane, and then took her again with an unmitigated joy in his expression, looking for all the world like the picture of ecstasy, she had received an epiphany in the form of their wanton desire. She wanted to feel that. Hermione wanted to feel it right now.





Yet, she was sort of stuck there, wasn’t she? There had been a few times when she’d allowed her fingers to travel under the waistband of her pants as one of the boys slept while the other was posted outside, and when this happened, her fantasies were myriad but scattered in the effluence of her thoughts. She daydreamed about Ron, strong and attentive as she climbed on top of him and straddled his manhood the way she had read about; imagined the way his eyes would never leave hers as they made love. Or sometimes, it was Harry, and she was letting him take her hard as he clung to her and moaned her name the way he had done with Luna, his lovely rear end bucking as he pounded into her. The bookworm had always imagined that her first time would be wonderful and romantic, full of intense stimulating feelings but with a lot of respectful consideration on the part of her lover. Sneaking a look at Harry and Luna had suggested the possibility that sex could be raunchy, and still a loving exchange between two people. Maybe, even three. This opened a whole new window of exploration for her.





Once her mind had seized onto the image of both boys taking her, she had given in easily to her body’s lustful demands. Where Harry was apparent, however, Hermione had the ability to employ some discretion, and her forays into wanking were a silent, stealthy affair. At least she thought they were, but then Harry had started…teasing her and she didn’t know how to act around him all of a sudden. He had caught her several times staring at him while he played chess with Ron, or with the snitch Dumbledore had willed to him. She would swiftly divert her attention, hiding behind her copy of Tales of the Beedle Bard pretending she was deep in her reading, but when she chanced a glance back in his direction, he would be watching her with a devious smirk—which looked damn sexy on him—as if there was some unspoken confidence between them. Hermione supposed that was exactly the case, really, as it was becoming painfully clear that Harry knew about her spontaneous voyeuristic venture. She was getting tired of the game, though.





On the night she decided she should discuss this with Harry like a pair of reasonable grown-ups, Harry had a few ideas of his own, as it turned out.





They were back near the water again, somewhere in Wales and just off the beach. It was getting quite brisk outside, but they were bundled up and huddled in the tent eating their measly supper of fish that Harry had caught earlier. Hermione had done the best she could with it, but it hadn’t been the tastiest fillet. Ron let her know just how subpar the meal had been as he stewed in his funk, however, and he was getting on her last nerve. She eyed the gold chain around his neck that disappeared into his shirt with repugnance. She wished she could handle the locket’s power better so that Ron never had to wear it. He was such a bastard with that thing on.





Harry still had his buoyant attitude and seemed impervious to the foul mood of his mate, making light of Ron’s remarks by joking with her.





“Ah, yeah, that was totally revolting, Hermione, can I please have some more?” He gave her his best Dickensian orphan look, replete with puppy eyes, his hands folded together in petition. She laughed in spite of her annoyance at their situation. It was amazing what a good shag could do for Harry’s character, she mused.





“Well, I’m glad you both find this all so amusing. First, I lose a chunk of flesh and almost bleed to death, and now you’re just going to sit around and have a laugh while I starve. Lovely,” Ron moped.





“Oh, come on, Ron, buck up, will you? I think you just need to take your mind off of your stomach for a bit. What say we have a little after dinner drink to warm us up?” Harry offered with a conspiratorial wink as he reached for his rucksack. The ginger boy suddenly got very eager as his face showed his surprise.





“What? You brought the last of the Firewhiskey?” he asked hopefully. When Harry retrieved the partially filled bottle from under his clothes, his friend broke out in a grin. “Mate, you’re brilliant. I take back every nasty thing I said about your willie.” The two boys began searching for something to pour the liquor into for each of them.





While Hermione viewed the inclusion of alcohol with some reproach, it was heartening to see Ron’s spirits lift, at least. She supposed she could use the flood of liquid fire to suffuse her poorly fed belly, but she hastened to caution the boys’ on their enthusiasm. It wouldn’t do to have them both passed out drunk the rest of the night leaving her the only one to stand guard.





“Let’s not overdo it. We just want to get comfortable, okay? Ron, don’t guzzle it down like you did back at Grimmauld.” Harry stopped in the middle of his pour to glance over at Ron and then slide it back to her. He was wearing that smug smile again and it irked Hermione to see it.





“Well, we’ve only got a third of the bottle left, Hermione, we can’t really get too pissed. I think you’re the one who needs to be careful, young lady,” Ron added in mocking tone. His eyes were warm, however, and Hermione merely rolled her eyes at him.





“Why don’t we make it a game,” Harry suggested. The two looked at him curiously.





“Let’s get out the confessions. We have to ask each other an embarrassing question and the person whose turn it is to answer gets points for every time they can spill their guts straight up without having to take a shot of whiskey to do it.” He looked pleased with himself for thinking up such a twist.





Hermione regarded him dismissively. “Oh, really, Harry. We’re going to play your version of Truth or Dare? How pedestrian.” She was actually surprised, though, that he would come up with such an exercise in personal reveals. Harry was not known for being an open book. But Ron seemed all for it and goaded her with some obvious bait.





“Come on, ‘Mione, don’t be a drag. You’re just too chicken to answer our questions.” It might have been overt, but it was still effective. Hermione grabbed the cup out of Harry’s hand before he could even offer it to her.





“Fine, let’s see how well YOU do, then, Mr. Truthsayer. This should be rich.” Then she thought better of her comment. “Wait a tic,” she looked at the hollow of Ron’s throat and could see the slight tremor under his skin at the pulse there, the gleam of gold against his skin. “Perhaps you should give Harry the locket before we start.” Ron looked slightly offended for a second like she was suggesting that he wasn’t man enough, but then reached into his open shirt and fished out the necklace, pulling it over his head and handing it to the other boy.





Harry donned the Horcrux and then handed his mate his share of their libation. “First round doesn’t count. Cheers, mates.” He tapped each of their cups lightly and Hermione and Ron followed suit, then all three eyed each other before knocking back their drinks.





Hermione made a face and coughed into the now familiar heat, but the boys grinned at her affectionately.





“God, that’s ghastly. I don’t know how I’m ever supposed to get used to that,” she cringed theatrically. Harry regarded his two friends with some thoughtfulness as he stroked his faintly whiskered chin.





“Hmm, let’s see, who should I start with? What will turn you bright red, Weasley?”





The copper headed youth feebly protested. “Hey! Why do you get to go first with the questions?” he whined.





“’Cause it’s my idea, you prat. Now, take your medicine, man, and—what is it the Americans say? Cowboy up?” Harry teased.





“Cow Boy? Sounds like a Transfiguration spell gone wrong, if you ask me,” Ron muttered as he waited to see what humiliating truth Harry would demand to hear.





“Alright, I know,” he started as he gave his friend a devious look, “what was your last wank fantasy about and who starred in it?”





Ron glowered back at the boy as he paused before answering. His blue eyes quickly darted over at Hermione as his head stayed motionless, but then he was looking only at Harry again. Hermione got a fluttery feeling in her midsection as he opened his mouth.





“You bloody fucker, Harry,” he whispered as he shut his eyes. When he opened them again he looked determined, but held out his cup, anyway. “Hit me,” he requested dully.





Harry poured him a fair amount, but then Ron downed it in a quick blink. Then words were flowing out of his mouth in a long, uninterrupted stream.





“ItwasaboutMioneandRomildaVaneandtheyweregettingoffwitheachothernakedonmybedatHogwarts.” He exhaled as he finished and then waited nervously for their reaction. Hermione was outraged.





“Romilda Vane? Ewwww! Why would you want to see me kissing that old cow? She’s so stuck up and she’s not even that pretty! Really, Ron, you might have picked someone better for me,” she sniffed snobbishly.





Both boys goggled at each other before turning back to her. Harry looked about ready to break into a bout of giggles, but he calmly asked her who she would have preferred while Ron choked. The bushy haired girl eyed him shrewdly.





“Will I get a point if I answer that without a drink, Harry?” The boy smiled as he begged off.





“Nah, it’s Ron’s turn to ask a proper question. I’ll let him decide.” He glanced to his mate blushing hard next to him and handed him the reins. Ron appeared to still be considering Hermione’s decidedly unexpected response to his image of her, but shook his head dazedly and gave Harry a stern glare.





“Yeah, well, payback is a bitch, remember? You would bring up wanking. So, tell me, Harry, what was the most bent thing you ever did while beating your meat?”





Hermione winced at his crudity, but was surprised to see Harry pink up in his cheeks and look somewhat abashed. She thought he was going to be all eager and brazen to share his sex stories the way he’d been so coy in getting them to play. She was now curious as to his purpose for this little experiment.





“Errr, I—uh, guess I—should take another shot, please.” He stuck out his chipped china mug as Ron smirked and tipped the bottle. After Harry had gulped his liquid courage, he looked up at the ceiling of the tent and droned out his experience.





“I…was tossing off—” and it was a bit ironic to see him redden further as he admitted aloud this frequent activity of his considering how blatant he’d become—“and I, was, uh, pleasuring myself behind, er, when I…I…rolled my legs over my head and…let it fall over my—my,”





By this time, Harry was hiding the top of his face behind a hand. Hermione couldn’t help but be amused at that, but then her features crinkled together as she tried to picture what he was explaining. Ron suddenly interrupted loudly.





“Get—the—fuck—OUT!!” He looked gobsmacked at his friend for a moment as he understood something that Hermione wasn’t getting, but then his eyes shut in his mirth as he began chuckling. “Bloody HELL, mate, you are too fucking much!” Now Ron didn’t hold back as he fell to his side in his laughing fit.





“What? What did he do? I don’t understand,” Hermione insisted as she demanded someone to clue her in. Harry was completely mortified and just threw up his hands at them both in his appeal to let it lie.





Ron tried to bark out an explanation for her between his hearty chortling as he held onto his belly. “Oh, man, that hurts. Oh, Merlin! Harry was, uh, tasting the fruits of his, uh, labor, you could say,” and his witticism sent him on another gale of hilarity.





It finally made some sense to the girl. She looked over at her bold friend and regarded him with more surprise as a little film suddenly played in her imagination. Wow, boys really were mad when it came to sex.





She might have tasted herself a few times—FOR RESEARCH PURPOSES ONLY—but that was only a small lick and from what she understood a boy’s ejaculation could be quite a lot of viscous volume. And Harry did it right in his mouth? She didn’t know whether to be impressed or horrified at the lengths he would go. Good Lord, where did he draw the line? But then she had watched him do some highly questionable things to his girlfriend just the other night. He was quite creative, that one. She didn’t know her friend had it in him. The girl cleared her throat and tried to offer some small comfort to Harry as she patted him on the knee.





“Well, I guess it’s your turn to play High Inquisitor again, Harry, so who has to answer next?” It’s not as if she wanted to be embarrassed in front of the boys, but at the same time, she wanted to feel accepted like one of the guys. This seemed like an opportunity to show these two she wasn’t as straight-laced as they had come to expect and it made her a bit giddy.





Harry watched her intently for a few beats before he spoke and she was reminded how that piercing green gaze could unsettle her.





“Yeah, right, I think I’ll choose you, ‘Mione. So, what did you think of our performance the other night? Did you see anything you liked?” he suggested aggressively.





Ron’s giggling abruptly ceased as he sat up sharply and stared at her in shock. “What? What does he mean? What performance? What were you looking at?”





His flurry of questions were coming at her in rapid fire but Hermione tried to remain unflappable while she sat studying her empty plastic tumbler as if it held a great secret; feeling their eyes burning holes through her. Without a word, she held out her cup and waited for Harry to fill it. She hadn’t really thought he wasn’t going to bring that up, had she? No, Harry liked to jump when she was off her guard, she recalled. He knew his offensive attacks as well as his defense, the crafty bugger. She cleared her throat again then held her breath as she slung back the cup’s contents. Somehow, it didn’t taste as bad this time, although she still grimaced for effect.





“Yes, okay, Harry, I went to spy on you. I just thought you were going to masturbate, not meet up with Luna. I’m sorry, but I was curious. You’re so…bloody…fixated; I wanted to know what the big deal was, alright?” she admitted.





Both boys stared at her intently, but then it was Ron who spoke up. “Yes, well, that’s all fine and dandy, ‘Mione, but you didn’t answer the question.” Then Harry chimed in.





“Yeah, answer the question, luv, did you like it?” His eyes were shimmering like emerald fire now in the increasing shadows of the tent as the sun fell behind the world. Hermione felt compelled to reply honestly.





“Okay, I did. It wasn’t what I was expecting—well, some of it was—but I thought you and Luna looked very beautiful, very erotic together. It was like seeing another side of you, Harry, and that was kind of exciting. I...still don’t understand your need to…hit her, but it was obvious how mad you are for each other. When you were having sex with her, I didn’t know it could be like that. I thought…I don’t know, I thought it would be two different things. That if you felt a certain way about a person you would make love to them, and that would be different from, you know,” and her face burned as she prepared to say it in front of them, “well, fucking. I didn’t know they could be the same thing, that kind of animalistic, lustful, driven need for someone you respected and loved.”





When she finished, there was only the sound of heavy breathing in the tent for several minutes and her heart thumped wildly in anticipation. Then Ron breached the silence with a scratchy voice. He looked at her steadily as he probed further.





“Why did you want to see Harry masturbating? Didn’t you get an eyeful that night you thought he was having a fit?” There was a note of jealousy there that he couldn’t disguise and Hermione felt her skin grow clammy.





“It—it wasn’t just about Harry. I mean, I was wondering about boys, in general, and he seemed to be providing the most opportunities for observation.” She narrowed her eyes to him warily. “Why? Would you have preferred it if I had spied on you?” she asked incredulous.





Harry seemed to be curious to hear Ron’s answer, too, as he turned to him expectantly, and suddenly the freckled boy was feeling the pressure again of being on the spot.





“Well, well, uh, that’s not, that’s not what I was saying t’all. It’s, it’s, um, not under discussion what I would have preferred, is it?” he spluttered.







The girl felt the firewhiskey talking as her boldness grew. “Oh, yeah? Well, I do believe it’s my turn to ask a question, Won-Won, so I guess it IS the topic for discussion now. Would you like me to watch you wank?” she asked in her haughtiest manner as she posed such an outrageous scenario.





When Ron stared back at her, she swore she could feel his desire radiate from him like a blast of summer heat, and her whole body tingled at the prospect of such a thing coming to pass. What would Ron look like stroking himself for her viewing pleasure? He held out his cup to Harry, but never took his smoldering gaze from her face, his eyes locked to hers. Even as he tipped it back to drink, he watched her.





“Maybe, I would. But only if I wasn’t the sole one doing it.” His insinuation was not lost on her, and she suddenly felt quite drunk as she pondered how she was supposed to respond to that. She knew her mouth had gone slack and her eyes had glazed over, but she couldn’t be arsed to do much about it.





Then a deep rumble piped up on her left and she jumped to hear Harry so close.





“We should totally do that,” he enthused with some awe. Hermione did a double take as she glanced over at her best friend looking agog.





“Whaaaaaaat-e-e-ever, Harry. What, you want us all to—play with ourselves in front of each other?! You’re bleedin’ mad,” she screeched. She winced internally as she listened to her grating voice. He was downright animated the next second.





“Yeah, we should. It’s a good way to unwind, Hermione, and we’ve done everything else together, why not? C’mon, get in the spirit. You want to see me and Ron work our knobs for you, don’t you?” He was bouncing around on his cot know as he kicked off his trainers and got up on his knees, grabbing for the glass bottle again which Hermione noted looked suspiciously filled at the same level as when they started.





Ron’s stolid reply suddenly drew her attention before she could protest. “Er, that’s not exactly what I had in mind, mate.”





Harry stopped moving and the two boys stared at each other in a dare. Then Harry’s slow smile spread across his face and the effect was quite dazzling. It looked to Hermione like he was trying to seduce his friend, especially once he started speaking in a husky encouragement, and she acknowledged the thought by soaking through her panties with her arousal while her breathing remained labored.





“Yeah, I know, but it could be very interesting. What else are we going to do in this bloody tent? You both got your fill of me already; I think it’s only fair I get a peek now.”





Amazingly enough, Hermione couldn’t really argue with that logic. Or maybe she could have if her senses were not so jumbled and overextended at this point. Harry filled all of their cups again with more alcohol and drank his down almost instantly. Ron just cradled his in his hand as he contemplated his friend’s idea.





Then Harry was unbuttoning his top shirt and stripping it off. The girl tried to put on the brakes before this got out of hand.





“Waaaaaaaaaiiit, Harry, what are you…what…I….stop, just everybody stop. Let’s think about this, seriously, for a moment,” she panted while she tried to pull herself together.





It felt very, very warm in the tent and she was getting slightly dizzy, but she calmed herself enough not to hyperventilate as Harry froze with his arms crossed while he was pulling his tee shirt up towards his chest. Ron was now openly gawking at the two of them as he watched Harry take action. Maybe she shouldn’t have insisted Harry wear the locket, she thought too late; he was way too ready for this happen. She struggled to come up with the right words to settle them down.





“This…might be a little awkward in the morning,” she reasoned. It sounded lame even to her ears.





“Well, it’s not like things haven’t been awkward for a while now, Hermione. Everyone is always so short with each other. I know you’re both disappointed that I don’t have a grand master plan to find the Horcruxes and have you back in your beds within a specified amount of time with as little inconvenience as possible, but it didn’t turn out that way, did it? Dumbledore told me shiiiiiit. I’ve told you everything I know. So this is where we’re at. Sitting in the middle of Merlin knows where, and sucking down on Firewhiskey to keep our bits warm while we try not to kill each other. Why not feel good for a little while and satisfy our curiosities at the same time?” he asked innocently.





The girl didn’t know what to say anymore at that. She looked down at her cup and considered what she was about to undertake for a moment before tipping it to her lips and sipping her spirit to give her the last little push.





“Okay,” she agreed.















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