Supplements

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“Yeah … yeah, you too.”

She turned to walk away but stopped and turned back toward Harry. She had a thoughtful look on her face that seemed like it had no business being there.

“Harry, I’m glad you’re my friend.” Luna seized him in a very tight hug.

“Er – thank you.” He put one arm around her. “I’m glad you’re my friend too,” he assured her ardently. In truth, a few moments with Luna had been more helpful to him than all the time he had spent with Ron and Hermione.

“I can help you to ignore the pain,” Luna told him, still not loosening her embrace. “It’s healthy to understand your pain, it keeps Wrackspurts away, but you don’t have to be all pain all the time, Harry.”

“How could you help me ignore the pain?” Harry asked, glossing over the question of whatever Wrackspurts might be.

“We could have sex, Harry.”

Harry hastily removed her arms from around him and backed away several paces. Luna surveyed him with her wide eyes. Harry had expected her to suggest some nonsensical solution, not this incredibly flippant discussion of such a serious matter.

“I thought you would want to.” Though she had followed so many of Harry’s conversations this year, this topic seemed to confuse her above all others.

“Well – er…” Harry was at a loss for how to explain it to her. “I suppose I do want to,” Harry said. “I mean you’re attractive,” he assured her. “I like you very much as a friend, but s-sex is a thing for couples.”

“It doesn’t have to be,” Luna stated matter-of-factly. “Sexual intercourse can be whatever the people involved want it to be. As long as we both agree that it’s an expression of friendship it never has to be anything more.”

Of all the people in Hogwarts, Harry would never have expected Luna Lovegood to be selling him on the advantages of being friends-with-benefits. It was well and good for her to talk about calling it an act of friendship, but somehow Harry didn’t think it would be that easy. All at once, Luna was starting to look much more like a woman. She wore a blue sweater-vest over a white button-up shirt, yet beneath all that Harry’s eyes were drawn to her chest. Luna noticed.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, Harry.” Her dreamy tone softened. “It really can help with your pain. You’ve probably had a serious backup of Demiflors sense you broke up with Cho Chang.”

Harry took a moment to think about the context of her sentence in an effort to understand what Luna had said.

“What makes you think that Cho and I did anything together?”

“A little Nargle told me,” Luna smiled as she said this in a delightfully wistful way that was starting to sound very attractive to Harry.

“Bloody mistletoe,” Harry muttered, taking a step closer to her.

“Do you want to then?” Luna inquired, noticing his body language.

“Well, if I really do have too many-” he looked to Luna.

“Demiflors.”

“-too many Demiflors in my system.” He stepped even closer and placed his hands on her shoulders. “And if it really is just a thing between friends.”

“It is, Harry. I only want to help you feel better.”

“You’re helping already,” Harry vowed. “Shall we go to the Gryffindor common room? It’s nearest.”

“Everyone’s down at the feast.” Harry wondered why Luna was pointing this out. “Why move if we don’t have to.”

Before Harry could finish working out her meaning, Luna was kissing him. This was much different to kissing Cho. Luna’s kisses were remarkably chaste and yet this made them feel even more intimate. Cho had put lusty passion into her kisses, but this was pure and simple emotion. He could feel what Luna was giving to him and it was beautiful. A part of him wanted to cry from the joy of this kissing, but he mastered the impulse. Too many people already thought he was womanish; tears of joy were the last thing he needed right now.

Instead, he focused on trying to express gratitude in his return kisses. Luna was being unbelievably kind and he couldn’t find words strong enough to thank her for it. Both of them began breathing more heavily as their bodies responded to the contact. Harry moved one hand to Luna’s waist and the other into her thick blonde hair. Luna was idly caressing his chest over his shirt. Harry worried when Luna pulled away, but it was only to lift the sweater-vest over her head.

As they resumed their kissing, Harry brought his hand up the buttons of her shirt from bottom to top. Occasionally he would have to steal a glance downward to get the button undone. Luna did not unbutton Harry’s shirt, but she worked her hands underneath to reach his bare skin. Acting on instinct, Harry planted soft kisses along Luna’s jaw line and then down her neck. Not trusting himself to figure out how to unhook a bra on his first try, Harry simply lifted the cups to push them upward. As he did this, something fell to the ground.

“What was that?” Harry asked.

“Yak cheese,” Luna replied offhandedly. “Don’t ask.”

Harry returned to kissing Luna’s neck, trying to emulate the way Cho had kissed his own neck all those months ago under the mistletoe. His right hand continued stroking her hair and his left now moved back and forth between Luna’s breasts. Luna’s hands were now travelling downward to Harry’s pants. He pulled his face back so both of them could have a clear view of what they were doing.

Harry admired Luna’s breasts. They were smaller than Cho’s and her nipples were a soft shade of pink as opposed to caramel. He tried to remember the things that Cho had liked done to her breasts, but he completely lost his focus when his pants dropped to the ground. Luna hitched her thumbs in his boxers and pushed those to the ground as well.

“So,” Harry interrupted nervously, “should we lie down or something?”

“Standing please,” Luna requested, leaning back against the corridor wall.

Harry leaned forward and started kissing her breasts. He pushed up Luna’s skirt with both of his hands and searched for the waistband of her knickers. He eased these slowly down her legs and was thankful that there were no other foreign objects to be discovered. A thin patch of light blonde hair adorned the apex of Luna’s legs, but this was not entirely unexpected. Harry had actually been surprised that Luna shaved her legs, based on her many other eccentricities.

“I’ll need you to go slow at first,” Luna informed him. “I’ll have to get used to the size of you.”

“Okay,” said Harry, glowing with pride at having a second woman tell him he was large. He was caught by surprises as one of Luna’s legs came to rest on his shoulder. “You’re very – limber,” Harry noted.

“Go ahead,” Luna encouraged him. “Just a little bit at a time.” Harry grabbed the base of his penis and lined it up with Luna’s moist opening. He inserted just the head, reveling in how tight and warm she felt, and waited for Luna to speak again. “You can do a bit more.” Harry pushed himself halfway in and Luna groaned softly. “One moment please.” She squirmed slightly against him and it was Harry’s turn to groan. He passed the time by kissing Luna’s calf that rested on his shoulder.

“A bit more. Oh.” Luna’s voice squeaked in a strangely endearing way as Harry complied. Harry looked down and saw that nearly three quarters of his manhood was now enveloped in Luna’s silky folds. She was wet with arousal and Harry was becoming slightly light-headed as all of his blood flowed downward.

“This feels really nice, Luna.” Even without the thrusting, Harry quite liked the feeling of being wrapped in a woman’s flesh.

“I agree,” Luna responded. “You can push in some more.” Luna sighed and panted rapidly as Harry pushed the rest of his length into her. “Oh Harry,” Luna’s pitch went up an octave as she moaned. Harry pulled back slightly and then rocked forward again slowly. Luna sighed again as she relaxed.

Harry caressed Luna’s calf with one hand and fondled her breasts with the other. He was amazed by the tight, warm, and increasingly wet sensations inside Luna. Luna was moaning in an amazingly erotic tone that increased Harry’s arousal. He continued with long, slow thrusts.

“You can go faster,” Luna commented breathily. “Oh, that’s so good.” Harry was very glad that she was enjoying this too. It felt as if Luna’s whole body were growing warmer under his treatment. Her voice quavered as she continued to moan incoherently. Harry allowed himself an occasional grunt or groan as Luna’s body stroked against him in increasingly more pleasurable ways.

“My leg is getting tired,” said Luna, lifting it from Harry’s shoulder and placing it gracefully back on the ground. She turned to face the wall and then rocked her hips encouragingly against Harry’s stiff erection. Harry grasped Luna’s hips and resumed thrusting very rapidly. Their moans mingled now with the sound of skin slapping skin and the noise echoed in the empty corridor.

“Oh yes, Harry. Just like that.” Luna’s fingers curled slightly as if she were trying to grip the wall. “Ooh. Oooh. Ahhh.” She lapsed back into unintelligible groaning. Harry could feel the tension mounting in the head of his penis as Luna’s inner walls massaged him. Luna’s legs started shaking and Harry tightened his hold on her hips, hoping she wouldn’t slip and fall. “Oh Harry.”

“Oh Luna,” Harry echoed, wondering if other people made better conversation during sex. He worried that perhaps he was expected to keep up some kind of dialogue other than moaning and grunting.

“I’m – I’m – I’m,” Luna panted.

“Ohhh Luna,” Harry repeated.

“Yes. Yeees!” Her walls tightened around him. “Hold me!” Luna quivered around him and Harry lost his seed inside of her. Following Luna’s command, he maintained his hold on her. He watched and it seemed as though every muscle in Luna’s body was going through uncontrollable spasms. After a moment he started to worry that she was slipping into some kind of fit, but she slowly came down from it and panted heavily in an effort to calm herself.

“That was,” she rasped between pants, “incredible.”

“And then some,” Harry concurred. He removed himself from Luna so that she could comfortably stand up straight.

Luna’s hand moved up to her ear, but she stopped and looked around at the ground. She found her wand there and picked it up. Harry’s eyes widened as she inserted the tip of the wand into her opening and he was intrigued by the erotic imagery.

“Semisi Detha!” she muttered. “Semen killing charm,” Luna answered the inquiring look on his face. “Did Cho not use that after you finished with her?”

“Never seen it before,” Harry commented, nonplussed.

“You’re very lucky that she didn’t get pregnant,” Luna scolded. “People should really do their homework before they have sex.”

“I think it would be a bit less popular if people knew there was homework involved.”

“It probably should be less popular,” Luna replied seriously. She flicked her wand once and both of their clothes soared back into place.

“Useful,” Harry noted. “And thank you.” He placed one hand on her shoulder and looked deeply into her eyes.

“You’re welcome, Harry.” She returned his gesture. “I’m going to see if I can still get some dessert. Would you like to come?”

“No thanks,” Harry answered. “I’m still not eager to be with crowds of people right now.”

“I understand,” Luna assured him kindly. “Be seeing you, Harry.”

She walked away from him, and as he watched her go he found that a terrible weight in his stomach seemed to have lessened slightly.