Mad Snorkacks and Englishmen

A/N: Hello, all! Yeah, I took a while with this chapter, sorry. Hopefully, the next one will just write itself, but this was a tough chapter to work out. I'll try to be brief here and get right to the shout-outs.



NutsaboutHarry, your continued support means so much to me. Don't you worry, I've got plans for those dastardly Carrows and both Ginny and Luna will be having some fun with them in the future. I really want everybody to get their sense of empowerment back eventually, it's what makes me happy in a story. :-)



Sneakyfox, sorry about Ron's cliffhanger, but hopefully you'll find this chapter answers some questions. Yes, I love that Luna is such an intuitive character that she could see better than anyone else that Snape is more than meets the eye.



PotterEntourage, thanks so much for your awesome reviews! You know, going back to read parts of DH in order to recall all the details I needed for this story, I was struck by how much I really liked Jo's writing in this one. I thought she painted a more vivid picture emotionally of the characters and I liked how she looked for ways to elevate the prose even though she was careful to keep her target audience in mind. No easy task. There was a lot in between the lines, so I felt it was a gift to be able to fill in the holes that she left for us.



SoftO, Lol, I love how you guys are so worried about Ron! You know, I was re-reading the scene where Ron saves Harry in the Forest of Dean today, and I think that whole bit was so pivotal for his character. He really shined so much in that, and I loved that he was a character with a lot of faults but he rose above it so bravely. I think I saw Ron with a different pair of eyes after that. One of the best scenes out of DH, imo.



tommy, yeah, I always pictured Amycus as this dirty old man. Alecto, on the other hand, I think is a frigid bitch who just liked to humiliate the kids any way she can. I really hope you find this chapter works for the Ginny/Luna tensions.



And speaking of Ginny/Luna, this chapter does have FEMMESLASH. Until I can figure out how to update my warnings on this chapter, let me just say that it will include, in future installments:

FEMMESLASH, THREESOME, MORE MASTURBATION (ALWAYS), FELCHING, WATER SPORTS, and possibly some others that might come up later.



Also, I just wanted to make a distinction. What the Yanks refer to as "making out", the Brits call "getting off", so when I use the term in this fic, for the most part I am talking about kissing, although I have used it to address what Harry gets off on sexually.


CocoLovin' and LondonMarie, I miss you guys!!


Anyway, here you be, and as I said, the next part to this should be up a lot quicker.













Chapter 24: Give Peace A Chance







It was quiet in the castle now, the November evening having settled its chill over the forest outside as the school children ensconced themselves in their common rooms around the fires. Luna shivered a bit as she stood in her school skirt and a bright purple sweater with yellow dots while she hung around in the stairwell to the dungeon rooms. She was watching for the coast to be clear and when she saw no one about the lithe girl quickly scampered down the rest of the stairs and started down the hall to find the room where Amycus currently resided. Periodically glancing down to the Marauder’s Map, she worried her bottom lip as she saw again how the Am. Carrow dot was practically obliterating the G. Weasley dot. It did not imply things were going well for Ginny, Luna decided.





Fortunately for her, it turned out she didn’t need to go far, as the two blobs on her map were right next to the Potions classroom just a short ways down this particular corridor. Luna was curious why Amycus had taken Snape’s former office and the adjacent living area instead of Slughorn, but then she recalled seeing the portly Potions teacher up on the third floor heading to a stairway that led to spaces she knew nothing about. It would seem likely that the persnickety man did not find the drafty dungeon rooms to his liking and found an opportunity to trade up for more luxurious digs, or at the very least, comfortably plush. She had done a fair bit of exploring in her time at Hogwarts and knew certainly that there were many unaccountable rooms that she’d yet to come across.; some that she would likely never find as they were not meant to be discovered, she imagined. Hogwarts was full of secrets.





The girl took a brief scan over the names populating the illustration of this floor and where they mostly clustered. She would be able to find the Slytherin common room with this and the information could prove useful. She wondered if Harry had ever used this knowledgeable tool for pranking. He could be a sly one, after all, and for all his goodness, he was not above enjoying some nasty tricks on those he despised. Luna knew that Harry definitely believed in punishing the wicked and fancied himself as an avenger. She sighed. Thinking about Harry’s punishments were not going to do her any favors right now, as the images it conjured only maddened her starved body when her libido increased. In her mind’s eye, she could clearly see Harry’s penetrating dark gaze as he had prepared to correct her actions after Lupin had brought her to Grimmauld. The resulting caning had hurt fiercely; unbelievably so, but she had felt Harry’s love so strongly, so intensely, the combination with the pain had sent her to another plane where her spirit seemed to hover above her physical self and the sensations had muted.





It had become a spiritual act in a sense, she reasoned, since floating through her body’s reactions had felt so profound for the girl. Even though her eyes had been directed to the mattress while she hung there, in her head she could see the boy so finely and he had glowed like she had never seen before, that power illuminated in his aura with an emerald brightness like he’d just stepped through a plutonium wave; a radioactive force of nature. Being able to separate her mind from the physical pain even slightly and focus on Harry like that had been an extraordinary feat for Luna; it was something that she needed and had wished for. She didn’t want to be vulnerable to undesirable antagonists any longer, and there was a safety net in knowing that she could move beyond what was here in this world and be protected. Her Master had shown her this and her gratitude was infinite. Luna had fallen for Harry so deeply that every day she was without him was torturous, yet just knowing that he was only a Galleon away from summoning her when she was needed kept her sane and manageable. It was hard for her to realize she’d only just been in his presence a scant four nights ago, and already she was pining for him as if she hadn’t laid eyes on the boy for months.





Just then, her eyes flicked back to the map as she noticed some movement from the annexed room of the Potions office. It looked like Ginny was heading to an exit, and Luna looked up and to the door she expected her to come through. However, the door remained closed as several minutes went by and the blonde witch was starting to wonder where she’d disappeared to when she saw a diminutive figure with red flowing hair up ahead at the end of the corridor. The lit torches on the wall flickered in their sconces casting shapes and shadows along the way as Ginny made her way to Luna, appearing like a flame herself. Once she’d gotten close enough, Luna could see the stunned look on her tear-stained face, her arms folded tightly and her mouth a grim line. Luna ran to her to grab hold of the girl’s wrist, but Ginny backed away at first, looking uncertain before quickly allowing her friend to handle her.





“Ginny, are you alright? Let’s get out of here before anyone comes out and sees us,” Luna whispered cautiously.





Ginny could only nod her head, but she didn’t appear to be even remotely okay and Luna worried once again what Amycus had been up to during the girl’s detention. The man was lecherous and cruel with a school full of young, delectable girls under his authority and no one, apparently, to challenge him. She had to wonder how much Snape was watching the Carrows if he had not even been aware of Alecto’s method of doling out penance. She didn’t want to dwell on any of that now, though, as she took in the state of Ginny’s distress; the girl was not even hiding her weeping at this point, although it was a silent affair as the drops rolled from her eyes as big as a summer rain. Luna’s stomach tightened at the sight and her need to comfort Ginny was great and encompassing. She almost hugged her right then, but kept her grip on the girl’s arm as she dragged her from point to point, always consulting the map before they made their way any farther. The magical parchment told her where Filch was at all times, and it was quite easy to navigate the castle when she had such an excellent source to guide her.





When the staircase swung them over to the seventh floor, she didn’t stop to head for the area where she knew Gryffindor’s dorms must be hidden, but instead turned them left and whisked them rapidly down the hall to the west wing. Ginny finally refused to be carted along compliantly and stopped them both abruptly in their tracks. Luna stared back expectantly while waiting for the girl to protest.





“Where are we going? The Gryffindor common room is the other way, Luna.” She merely looked inquisitive, though.





“I’m going to sneak you into the Ravenclaw dorms. I thought you could use some company tonight to cheer you up, and maybe we could talk about what’s going on with Amycus and Alecto. We need to find a way to get into the Headmaster’s office to get the sword, too. Unless…you’d…rather be alone?”





Ginny grew pensive, but then firmly shook her head and started to walk with the blonde again. Luna felt a bit shy, but asked if she’d rather go to the Room of Requirement instead of her room, even though she was not particularly eager to be in that place again, but Ginny insisted with a small smile that she wanted to see what the inside of their common room was like as she wiped her wet face with a hand dismissively. When Luna looked at the map again before they proceeded to turn into another hallway, her friend’s voice piped up behind her.





“Is that Harry’s map?” was the terse inquiry. Luna looked back feeling somewhat guilty, but only nodded her head before herding them closer to the stairway leading up to the tower.





When they had arrived, Luna noticed that there were still several names lounging in the common room and wondered how she would get Ginny past them without too many questions. Harry’s Invisibility Cloak would be handy in a time like this, but then another thought occurred to her and she looked towards the Gryffindor with some eagerness.





“Do you happen to know how to cast a Disillusionment spell on yourself?” she asked hopefully.





Ginny got her plan immediately. “Yeah, Fred and George showed me after the battle last year. Just a second.” Within a moment, the girl had tapped her wand and started the disappearing process as her being seemed to reflect the environment behind her while her physiognomy faded. Luna could see a faint outline of a body, as if seeing the suggestion of a person, but the walls and paintings on their surroundings began to block her ability to see more. Considering that the spell was not something they would be scheduled to learn until late in the school year, Luna was impressed that Ginny had accomplished it so effortlessly. Then she focused her attention on the brass eagle doorknob to wait for the riddle.



“I can run but not walk. Wherever I go, thought follows close behind. Tell me, what am I?” the eagle’s head prompted. Luna had already heard this one all week and answered immediately with “Nose” so that the door would hurry up and swing open for them.





The girl had closed the map and stuffed it into the top waist of her skirt then tucked it under her sweater while she waited to be let in, so that now she could put one hand behind her to tentatively hold on to Ginny’s invisible fingers and direct her to follow. There were several students studying quietly or writing their assignments, while in one corner a couple debated lively over the theories Professor Vector had lectured them on that day. No one really ever paid Luna much attention, but lately she had been getting some curious stares as she moved through the common room on her way to and fro from the exit. The frequently teased witch had learned early on in her time here that the space was not terribly welcoming for her so had taken to studying in her bed while her roommates were out. She barely acknowledged the occupants as she flew to the stairs and pulled Ginny upwards. Once they were on her floor, she meandered her way to her dorm room and let them both in. A few of the girls were already sleeping with their curtains closed, but Rosalind sat reading on her bed and glanced over to Luna as she stepped inside. The black girl regarded her coolly before returning back to her book and Luna didn’t worry about engaging in small talk but simply headed to her bed waiting for the feel of Ginny’s presence to settle on the mattress before she pulled the blue cloth down.





After the two girls were enshrouded by the four-poster’s tent, Luna cast the necessary spells to keep their conversation only between them and then finally took a good look into Ginny’s re-appearing face. She had stopped crying in their flight, but her countenance still appeared melancholy and her depression was evident throughout the girl’s weary pose. Luna thought she looked incredibly tired and that feeling of wanting to comfort her stole over her again as she put her hand on the Weasley’s knee.





“Is there anything I can get for you, Ginny? You look so sad.”





At that, Ginny’s features seemed to fold in on themselves and the young teen bent her head as the tears started anew. Her shoulders shook, while a quiet sob escaped, but then the girl pulled them back straight after a few moments and covered her face with her hands, breathing deeply before taking them away to stare back at Luna resolutely. There was such strength there that Luna’s heart squeezed, marveling at her friend’s fortitude. Ginny was as fierce as her Master in so many ways, and the parallels in their natures became more acute the more Luna contemplated them. Yet Ginny had a softness about her that was beckoning in a different way than Harry, and much of it had to do with her face; those normally laughing eyes always in invitation, the rosy lips prone to curving into a lopsided teasing grin, the button nose crinkling in her mirth, and a well of empathy coming from deep within those irises. Her freckled, peaches and cream skin did not deter that line of thinking, even as it pulled over taut, wiry musculature in the girl’s coiled body. There was a masculine side to Ginny that spoke in her athleticism, and she could play the compact hellion in a fit of anger, but it was the femininity that called to Luna now as she watched her tuck wisps of long titian hair behind her ears with wet sniffles.





“I don’t need anything, thanks. Just don’t want to deal with my stupid roommates. It—it was a bad night, let’s just say.”





Luna could be patient and didn’t want to press the girl for details, but nonetheless, she wanted to make sure that Ginny understood she was there for her. The two girls were sitting cross legged and across from each other on the bed, so Luna put her hand out and stroked Ginny’s hair consolingly, letting her fingers drag down to the ends of the tips which brushed across her knees as she leaned forward in her misery. The red-head looked up into Luna’s face and gave a wan smile.





“Did Harry give the map to you before he left?” she asked suddenly. Luna wondered if this should be the time for them to finally confront that matter, but she answered truthfully.





“No, he gave it to me the last time I saw him several nights ago. They were out in the forest somewhere, but I’m not sure whereabouts. Harry said they’d be on the move the next day, anyway, but it leads me to believe that they’re sticking to the rural areas to stay hidden for the time being.”





Ginny’s eyes grew large at the reveal that they’d been in contact since the wedding, but her follow-up questions centered on the trio’s well-being.





“Did you see my brother? How are they holding up? Do they know about the Ministry infiltration?”





There had been a mention of that in the Prophet a few weeks after it had happened, but there was not much forthcoming other than there had been a disturbance in which it was believed that a rebel gang had released a group of Muggles being detained for examination. Luna knew by now who had been behind it, as her father’s contacts had informed him that Harry and his friends had been spotted in their escape. The story was going to be featured in the next issue of the Quibbler, and the girl was glad that she already knew they were safe or else the information would have been upsetting.





“They were the infiltration, Ginny, but Harry didn’t tell me anything about it, yet. I’m sorry, I didn’t see Ronald, but I’m sure he’s fine.” She hesitated, not sure if she should discuss how that last meeting had gone, but deciding that if she wanted Ginny to confide in her, she’d need to open the door some more.





“Harry—well, he looks very thin and a bit raw. He said they haven’t had a steady supply of food while they’ve been on the run. But other than that, he seemed sharp and fairly healthy. I can only surmise that Hermione and Ron are of the same status.”





Ginny watched her astutely then asked some more questions about how Luna came to be in their presence at all.





“How did you even find them?” she wondered with some confusion.





“The Galleons that we used so that Harry could tell us about the DA meetings,” she answered. “I sort of adjusted some spells so that the Protean charm could lead me to him. He gave me the coordinates to where he was and I Apparated there.”





Once again, the girl looked stunned, but her next question tumbled out demandingly.





“Did you have sex with him?”





Luna felt a bit of relief that they had finally arrived at the topic that had long been hovering over the two girls like a storm cloud. Her reply was honest and calm, but she didn’t want to feel guilty about her relationship with Harry anymore, and there was a certain appeal for acceptance in her voice.





“Yes, we had sex, Ginny. That was mostly the reason he called me. We talked a little bit about what was happening here at school, and he’s very concerned about you, but he wants us to watch out for Snape. I didn’t talk to him about the DA then, but I think we should definitely start things up again. As soon as we can steal the sword first, of course,” she finished, thinking that was really the priority while the Headmaster had given her a window of opportunity.





But Ginny was still hung up on the specifics of Harry and Luna together. She appeared to be letting all of the thoughts that had been building up since their fight come out in one long stream of queries.





“What do you mean he called you for sex? Wasn’t that kind of dangerous for both of you to be meeting up like that? How badly does he need a shag, anyway? How many times has this happened?” she cried as her voice rose shrilly.





The dreamy blonde gave her friend a measured look before answering. She wasn’t sure how Ginny was going to react to some of these truths, but she steeled herself for another outburst just in case. She could only speak bluntly about the affair, now.





“Harry is very demanding when it comes to his sexual desires. I think he needed the shag very much just to keep going. They’re pretty isolated from everything and everybody that they care about. It must be tough for all of them, but Harry is so…intense and wild when it comes to things like that. But to be honest, I needed him just as much. It hurts to be away from him. Did you want to know how many times I’ve met up with him since they fled or how many times Harry and I have had sex with each other?” she asked pedantically.





“Well, both. When did you start to see him? I mean,” and she paused as a look of distaste crossed her features, “he didn’t use you like Goyle and Boot, did he?”





Luna was quick to dismiss the suggestion. “No, Ginny, of course not, although, he does know about them. He’s—well, he’s sort of the reason I won’t let them touch me anymore. Harry made me refuse them. Before, I just let them bully me into the oral sex because I thought it didn’t matter what happened to me as long as I wasn’t hurt badly again. I owe Harry so much for making me see things differently. And to you and Neville, too, for helping me get away from that mess. Goyle would never have threatened me like that if Draco had been around.”





She was sure of it, too. Malfoy hadn’t been so violent that he would have raped her like that, she felt. The boy just wanted to have some power over her to attend to his drive, but it had been a curious thing to see him build a bit of respect for her over the months of that term. Towards the end of the year, he had sought her out on occasion all by himself and demanded she get on her knees somewhat halfheartedly, as if it were partially out of habit, but there was a desperation she could intuit was pushing his coercion, the control issues at the forefront again as he appeared to hide away from burdens she could not determine. Then Ginny dispelled those thoughts of the troubled Slytherin when she spoke again.





“Is that why Harry cheated on me? Because he was busy saving you?” she asked in a hollow voice. Luna didn’t know how she was supposed to answer that, but tried her best. Ginny wasn’t bothering to mask her consternation at the betrayal and Luna tread carefully.





“Maybe there is a bit of that in Harry, but that’s just the way he is, he can’t change that about himself. Neither one of us wanted to hurt you, Ginny, you must believe me. We didn’t plan on it to keep happening, it just became more imperative. That first time was only because he needed the comfort and I was there, honestly. I didn’t think I would respond so strongly to him; I didn’t know, but the more we kept finding ourselves drawn to each other, the more it became apparent we had some sort of connection that was…beneficial to both of our needs.” She explained thoughtfully, but calmly, trying to reach Ginny through the pain of their infidelity to her. It was a lot to ask, but the fact that the youngest Weasley was sitting here in her bed listening said so much about how ready she was to reconcile.





“What need was I not fulfilling, though, and why didn’t Harry just tell me? Maybe I would have given him what he wanted, but he didn’t even give me the chance,” the girl cried. “I was his girlfriend, I was supposed to be comforting him, but he pushed me away instead. It’s not fair, Luna! I love Harry, I mean—”





She broke off looking suddenly shocked at her words.





There hung a turbid second of silence while both girls stared hard at each other, but then Luna rested her hand on Ginny’s to make her continue. The girl looked down at the pocket of bed inside the open patch between her hitched skirt and folded legs and shook her head angrily, although it appeared more at herself than at Luna. Tears fell from her again, in running driblets that splashed the blue blankets and on top of Luna’s skin. When she resumed talking, it was practically a whisper.





“I don’t know how I feel about him, anymore. It’s like, I wanted to love him, but there was always someone in the back of my mind telling me not to get too close, that Harry wouldn’t last, he was meant for something else. I—I sometimes have nightmares about him fighting Voldemort,” and when she looked back up to Luna’s face, her expression was wretched as she thickly admitted her shameful secret, “but Tom always wins. Harry never makes it, and maybe there has always been part of me that expects him to die. Oh, Merlin, what an awful person I am! How could I think that about him!”





Ginny folded into her sobs openly now, no longer concerned with showing her strength to her companion. Luna bent low to hold her head close to the distraught witch while her hands roped around the girl’s back. She murmured to her soothingly, knowing how there was always going to be that question mark hanging over Harry’s head while Voldemort was alive. It must have been terrible for Ginny to have such doubts, but Luna understood better than anyone how needful it was to protect one’s self from such inevitable pain. Yet for the serene girl, it was never a question of whether Harry would make it through his destiny, but whether she would be there to help him in that final fight that worried her day in and day out. She felt in her bones that the Boy Who Lived would triumph, but at what cost she was unsure.





“Gin, it’s alright to have scary thoughts like that, but you just have to have faith that it’s going to work out all right. Harry is so strong, and he gets more powerful every day. I believe that he’s going to find the way to beat the evil that has perpetuated in Voldemort, but if we can help Harry achieve that end, I think we have to take the risk. I know Snape told me the password for a reason. He wants us to get the sword to Harry, I can feel it. I don’t know the full story on why he might need it, but I don’t have to. I trust Harry completely, and he knows what he’s doing, even when he sometimes doesn’t think that he does.”





Her bedmate had stopped weeping as she fixated her gaze on Luna and listened intently on what she had to say. She looked thoughtful for a moment as she considered what that would mean for them.





“When do you think would be the best time to get in there, though? Late at night? We might know Snape’s whereabouts with the map, but we don’t know how many booby traps that office might have. Perhaps if we pulled a Frorge again like during the sneak into Umbridge’s office, we can cause a distraction and while everyone is out on the grounds then we’d slip into the office to get it. Don’t know how we would hide it, though. Can you even do regular charms on a relic like that? What if a shrinking spell doesn’t work?”





The girls plotted another way in for the next few minutes; Luna suggesting that during dinner while Snape was in the Great Hall might be their best chance, as they wouldn’t have to create a diversion that might later come back to bite them in the arse. She said they would have to do it lightly and expediently so that they could get the sword to a hiding place before getting back to their expected seating for supper. She believed that once they had it in their hands, the sword would take care of itself and not be allowed to be seen. There had to be a reason that it traveled in the Sorting Hat to get to Harry in the Chamber. It was figuring out how to get it out of its glass case that would be the biggest challenge, she posited.





Ginny’s demeanor seemed to change again after a while as if she had only just realized that she’d been sidetracked from their earlier topic and her face grew hard in the low light diffused by the heavy, dark curtains. There was a tight line in her mouth and Luna sighed internally wondering what questions about Harry she would have to field next. When Ginny’s voice came out in a sexy, hoarse whisper, the blonde felt an imperceptible tingling in her breasts; the throaty issue a light scrape along her peaked nipples, making them feel more taut than they’d been since she’d last been with her Master.





“What’s it like, being with him?” the coppery girl asked boldly. Luna’s reply was immediate; just letting the words flow out of her mouth like a river of melted chocolate, knowing that her tone sounded in awe of the connection between her and Harry.





“It’s incredible. When Harry touches me, I think every cell in my body wants to leap into him. He knows me. He knows everything about me, and he still wants me. He knows me, Ginny. I just want to please him so much, in any way that I can.”





Ginny looked affected by the admission momentarily, but then quickly resumed her interrogation style as she brushed aside any romantic talk for the more gritty details.





“Yes, well, that’s great, and all, but what is he like in bed is what I want to know. Does he have a nice cock?” she asked archly, putting on her toughness like a well-worn coat as she tested the Ravenclaw. “I could feel it get hard through his pants, sometimes, when we were getting off, you know.”





“Harry’s cock is beautiful. Is that really what you want to talk about, though?” she demurred.





But Ginny would not be deterred. “Yes, it is. Is it big? Does he make a good lover? I mean, I know intimately that he’s an outstanding kisser, so I could only imagine what else he’s capable of doing with that tongue. Does he make funny noises when he fucks you? Does he grab his knob and rub it in front of you until he—he wanks all over you, saying stupid shite the whole time and asking you to do embarrassing things?”





The girl was growing agitated again as she hammered at Luna, who was getting the impression that Ginny was talking more about her own experience than anything she envisioned between her two friends. Luna squeezed the knee under her hand tighter to let Ginny know she wasn’t being threatened here, that she was safe; there was a visible shudder that ran through the girl’s back, but the red head remained resolute, folding her arms as she waited for her answers.





“Mm, it’s big enough for me, he is an amazing lover, and he is exceptionally gifted with his tongue, yes. I don’t really think of the noises he makes as amusing, but then I am usually pretty far gone making my own sounds to really review his. He is very commanding when he climaxes. It’s always all or nothing with Harry, he’s so committed. And he has never said anything stupid to me, although he does ask me to do a lot of things for him, which I do gladly. I guess I was a little embarrassed; no—more worried, about certain acts that he wanted to try, but he would make me feel so incredible leading up that it was no longer a concern by the time we would actually get to it.”





Luna felt her body grow relaxed as she waxed about Harry’s prowess. In her thoughts, she wanted to have Harry touching her right now so badly that it was a tangible need that sang in her nerves. She shifted and lay down on the bed, curling herself around Ginny’s crossed legs as she carried on in her descriptions. She wished she was nude and teasing her clit at this moment, or sucking on her fingers as a meek substitute for Harry’s hard shaft while another set reamed her arse.





Her voice was dreamy and full of longing sighs. “When I take him in my mouth, he completely dominates the way I suck him off. I never allowed that before, but I love it when he does it. The way he grabs hold of my head and sets the pace of my motions, or when he grips my hair and pulls me back, then making me open my throat for him to take in every glorious inch; mmmm, he smells soooo good, the entire fill of him. So woodsy and slightly spicy, I want to keep my face in his thatch for hours until he decides otherwise.”





There was more fidgeting on the bed, but then Luna could feel Ginny’s body bend and dip and soon the girl was lying beside her, breathing hotly as she drew her face up close to Luna’s. There was a myriad of emotions running across those features, but Luna only noticed the desire in those eyes.





“It seems like Harry takes control of everything. Do you like that about him?” she asked in hushed tones.





“Yes,” Luna said instantly, watching her friend’s reactions with much interest.





“What else does he make you do? It’s starting to sound like you guys do more than just…um, the basic stuff. How can you like giving Harry a bob after what those boys did to you? Doesn’t it make you mad when he gets like that?”





“No, not at all; I could never be angry at Harry. He only wants to protect me. I want to live up to his expectations of me. If Harry wants me to walk around the school naked with a leash on my collar, then I’ll do it for him. It’s what he deserves, to be listened to and cherished.”





Ginny’s eyes were wild as she stared; the girl looked amazed at what Luna was telling her. “Er, why would Harry want to make you do something like that? I don’t think I understand what’s going on with you. You’re sounding like you’re his slave or something. Harry would never treat someone like that, especially someone he cared about.”





Before Luna could respond to that, however, the girl suddenly grabbed hold of her wrist and her eyes narrowed at the blonde’s recumbent form.





“What about that mark you got busted for, Luna? What is that about?” she demanded.





“It’s Harry’s. He gave it to me after he summoned me. It was under a glamour, though, so it was bothersome that Thing One managed to see it. I was beginning to think the woman had no skill whatsoever, so colour me surprised.”





Ginny’s grip never lessened. “I want to see it. Show it to me.” Her voice was hard, but there was an excitement at the edges and Luna felt compelled to submit to her.





She sat up briefly as she pulled up on the edge of her jumper. Realizing that the Map was still flat against her torso, she retracted it from her skirt and folded it over one more time as she slid it under a pillow. Then she was unbuttoning her blouse and, suddenly feeling shy, slowly undressing in front of Ginny. The pale witch had chosen today as another adventure into braless sensation. Her silver rings flashed as her body twisted to slide her arms out of their sleeves. Ginny did not miss a beat as her brows arched high at the sight, but then Luna was laying down prostrate so that her back could be inspected by the girl; fingers flying to the back of her skirt to fiddle with the zipper so she could pull it back and reveal that space underneath. Yet a sliver of mischief made its way into her gut and she decided to push the skirt downwards, lifting her belly for a second so she could bunch up the material and drag it away with her knickers. By the time she had finished, she was laying there naked in front of Ginny in more ways than one, practically offering herself up to the girl.





It was very quiet from above her for several minutes. The she could feel a tentative touch slope down the ridge of her spine until it came to rest just over the tattoo. Luna shivered with delight as her senses heightened at the caress. There was a catch in Ginny’s breath before she spoke somewhat tremulously.





“You let him do this to you? A-and the rings? Did he do that, too?”





Luna tried to angle her head back so she could see Ginny’s face, although much of it was covered with flaming hair as the girl bent down to peruse the detail. The trailing digits ran finely over the mark now and the submissive girl was having a hard time not opening her legs to let the air touch her wet fanny. She could feel Ginny’s breath ghosting over her skin now and the effect it was having was maddening. She willed herself to calm down lest she scare Ginny away.





She exhaled deeply. “Yes, I wanted him to do it,” she moaned lightly, “and the piercings feel wonderful. I can play with them at night and think about belonging to him while I masturbate.” She snapped her eyes open and looked back at Ginny with a bit of uncharacteristic sheepishness. Luna hadn’t meant to be so frank and she worried that she’d offended the girl.





Ginny’s irises were a muddy brown as she stared at the space on Luna’s back. The exposed witch remembered the words of Madam Pomfrey and wondered what it looked like now.





“Ginny, what colour is it?” she urged.





The red head gave her a slanted suspicious gaze. “It’s black. Black as his hair,” she replied flatly. Luna theorized what could have possibly caused the change in Snape’s office and thought that perhaps the Headmaster had been right about it showcasing her distress. Was Harry even aware of adding that aspect when he marked her? What had he meant for it to do? Did it work the other way? Perhaps it was glowing as an alarm to her Master’s mental state. The thought caused the girl some panic as she worried where he might be and what might be happening to him at this very moment.





“What does it feel like to have the silver through such sensitive flesh like that? Can I look closer?” Ginny appeared simply more curious now and before she really thought about it, Luna rolled over on her back so that her bedmate could inspect her breasts. It felt odd to be under such intense scrutiny that was not from Harry.





When the other witch reached out to touch one nipple, Luna tensed up and waited to see what Ginny would do next. With lightning agility, the girl moved to straddle Luna and lay her face right to the tips, fondling first one and then the other to feel out the steel posts on either side of the wrinkled skin. Luna’s breathing was getting heavier, and there was a funny sensation in her belly snaking its way down to her groin. The telltale signs of wetness between her thighs brought some concern, as she was frustrated by her lack of control over her sexual impulses. She felt turned on all the time as if her body were waiting for her Master to stroll in and take her any second. Having his ex-girlfriend sitting on her abdomen while she plucked at her erogenous bits was only adding to her anxiety.





“What happens when I do this?” Ginny continued, then suddenly tugged on one ring upward, sending Luna into a paroxysm of pleasure as her back arched off the bed. Her moan was long and the red head quickly let go as she watched her reaction with fascination.





Luna felt breathless but tried to reply. “I—it’s very intense. It hurts a little, but in a good way.” She went to put one hand over her nipple to cover it, but Ginny suddenly slapped it away. This only made Luna gush from her cunt even more.





“And you didn’t really answer my question; just what does Harry make you do exactly? Why would he make you wear a collar like a dog?” The shorter Gryffindor looked down shrewdly before tugging up the other ring and garnering the same reaction from the pinned witch.





“Ahh! Because I am his, I belong to him. He likes to control me and make me his loving slave. He wants to see me tied up and wearing his toys. I do what he tells me to, but I love all of it. I love sucking his cock or letting him take me in my bum, or putting my tongue inside his arse.” There was a harsher tug on her other ring and Luna groaned into the arch again with her increasingly louder explanations. “Unnnngghhh, because I love my Master, I want him to fuck me hard and use me however he wishes. He spanks me when I’m bad, but then he lets me make it up to him. My Master is so good, so good to me.”





She was panting and wild now, knowing full well that her legs were wide open as she lifted her knees to Ginny’s back, and wanting to shove her fingers inside herself deep while the girl on her chest continued to abuse her breasts. Her eyes were closed tight so she could see Harry in her mind; see him thrusting into her while he held up her legs in the air. The memory of him tying her up that night and filling her every hole returned so powerfully just then that she felt ready to orgasm with one more flick from Ginny. Just then, though, she felt a smack on her cheek and her eyes sprung open.





Ginny looked at her haughtily. “Snap out of it. You’re going to knock me off if you keep popping up your hips like that.” The blonde felt her face burn as she realized what she’d been doing. Ginny waited for her to calm down before putting her hands down to fully cup Luna’s breasts. Her voice this time was cruel as her hands started to squeeze tight.





“You know, Harry came on to me again the day of his birthday. We were kissing in my room and he had his hand between my legs. If I’d have let him, he’d probably have fucked me right then, even with a house full of people. I know he wanted to.”





Luna watched her cautiously but could only agree halfheartedly. “I’m sure he did. He told me as much.”





Ginny had the sense to look somewhat shocked by that. But then she got stern again and her hands crept down to hold on to Luna’s wrists. When she spoke again, she moved the pale girl’s arms up over her head to hold them tight, just like Harry would do to Luna. The similarity shook the girl and her desire grew fierce again as the red head manipulated her emotions some more.





“So then let me get this straight. Harry, the boy who barely spoke the first year he came to Hogwarts, the boy who would take on anybody to help out a friend, likes to pretend he’s your---what did you say? Master?--- and totally dominate your body including hitting you?” Her eyebrows flew up to her hairline skeptically as she regarded the supine girl underneath her.





Luna could only nod mutely. She was afraid to talk anymore, not knowing what might come out of her mouth at this point.





Ginny did not appear to be through with her, however. “Why should I believe you, Luna? How do I know this isn’t all in your head? I’m not stupid, I knew there was something going on between you two, but this is sounding a bit far-fetched, don’t you think? Maybe you just got tired of sucking all those dicks and now you fancy Harry your savior or something.”





Luna flinched as if she’d just been slapped again. The freckled girl only waited for an answer to her demands, but ignored her victim’s discomfort. When Luna opened her mouth, her voice had gone very whispery soft and plaintive.





“It’s not in my head. I couldn’t magic that lightning bolt into my back if I tried.”





Ginny contemplated that with a puckering of her lips, then bit on one end. She let her gaze stretch over the girl’s form and when she looked back into Luna’s silvery gray wide-open stare, there was a bit of fire back in her hazel eyes.





“And you do anything Harry tells you to do?” she clarified.





Luna nodded silently again. Ginny had let all her weight rest on her belly and it was making it hard for the girl to breathe.





“So what if he wants you to have it off with someone else while he watches? Would you do that?” Her voice was less commanding this time and more conversational, as if they weren’t in their current positions and were simply talking about whether they’d want to take Charms for another year.





“I would do it, if that was what Harry really wanted. He hasn’t indicated that it is something he’s interested in, however. I think Harry is not into sharing when it comes to certain belongings,” she confessed truthfully.





“But you don’t really know for sure, do you? It obviously hasn’t come up yet, I’ll bet . Maybe Harry would like to see you with another girl, ever think about that? I hear boys like to see that kind of stuff. And he certainly has no problem flirting with me in front of you, does he?”





Luna wasn’t sure where Ginny was leading with all this but tried to give the question its due and thought hard about what Harry would like. She knew he was still attracted to the pretty Gryffindor teen, but would he expect Luna to ever take part in that if he decided he wanted the other girl for sexual pleasure? Luna had felt intuitively that she would not be jealous or selfish if it came to that; Harry could do what he wanted. As long as he still wanted her, Luna could live with his decisions.





“I guess it could be a possibility. I haven’t really thought about it, but if Harry wanted me to pleasure another girl for him then I would go ahead and do it. I want him to be happy.”





There was a sudden fierce gleam in the Weasley. When she leaned down close and breathed hotly into Luna’s face while pressing harder on the girl’s arms, the blonde’s libido came back in full force once more. She needed something in her cunt right now.





“Well, let’s pretend Harry’s here, okay? You like to take direction, don’t you? I have something I could use your help with.” In a flash, the girl had pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it to the end of the bed. Her bra soon followed and then she took Luna’s wrists and brought the girl’s arms up to her chest, positioning Luna’s hands to touch her own small, perky breasts.





Ginny’s head leaned back and her long hair swept across the tops of Luna’s thighs with a tickle. Ginny barely prompted Luna to stroke her soft globes while she let her hands fall to the bed to keep her body upright, but Luna was lost in sensation now and eagerly brushed her fingers across the hardening nipples wanting to make the young Weasley feel good. It was the least she could do, a voice piped up in the back of her thoughts. Strangely, the voice sounded masculine and rough, much like her Master’s, and she felt commanded to do so. You did steal her boyfriend, after all, you fucking slag, it intoned darkly. Luna wasn’t going to bother arguing, as Ginny’s silky, freckled skin over the firmness of her tits were all she could think about at the moment—well, that and her pouring twat.





It felt so nice that she started to stroke her left hand in a swirly motion around Ginny’s taut stomach, and when the girl sucked in her breath, Luna chose that second to pinch the nipple between her fingers as tightly as she would do her own.





“Oh, Merlin, yeah; do it again,” Ginny commanded.





When Luna squeezed one more time, the red-head opened her mouth and cried out, then quickly lurched upward to dart her head around as she realized how loud she’d gotten. As Luna reminded her of the charms set in place, Ginny took the chance to grab her wand, and then as the pale blonde watched in amazement, pointed it to her skirt and made it disappear. Once Luna could feel the slick wetness of the girl’s cunny on her skin, she knew there wouldn’t be any turning back from this. And when Ginny just as suddenly leaned down and kissed Luna full on the mouth, the Ravenclaw lay stunned for a minute before she could reciprocate, her hands still gripping the other girl’s breasts fiercely. Ginny was almost savage the way she used her mouth to attack her friend, as if there was something she desperately had to prove in all of this, but what that might be Luna couldn’t discern.





After a few more minutes of assaulting her with her lips, Ginny decided to push the hand on one of her tits further downwards and pretty soon Luna was feeling her first vagina that was not her own. It was interesting to feel some differences, she thought, but the notion that it was a familiar touch and something she could satisfy the way she took care of herself was intriguing. She started to trail her fingers lightly up and down against the damp folds, hesitantly pushing the tip of her thumb inside the girl, but careful not to insert it too far. It was almost like a déjà vu; the feeling that she’d been in here before, but by having the accompanying pleasure sensations denied to her it further served the strangeness of the disparities. It was a cunt, but not her cunt, and therefore cut off from her in determining sensitivity.





Abruptly, the red-head sat up on Luna’s chest, but this time she looked deeply aroused and more than a little scary. Luna turned fretful when the girl started to scooch up her bum bringing her twat closer to her victim’s chin. The girl growled at her as she grabbed Luna by the wrists again.





“Like feeling used, do you? If you don’t have a problem with your tongue inside Harry’s crack, then you’re not going to mind putting it in my sweet spot, are you?”





Then before Luna could answer, Ginny was shifting her bottom again so that her cunt was right over the pale girl’s mouth. She thought she might have been prepared to speak, and her brain tried to supply something interesting to say, but once the silky plumpness was upon her, Luna’s only response was to begin licking what had been offered. The wan witch would be hard pressed to call it an unpleasant experience, for she found Ginny’s taste very much to her liking and what she was doing only spurred on her desire more intensely. She wasn’t sure what she should be thinking about all of this, but decided that thought was not particularly required at the moment.





Yet, it all happened rather fast, so that sense of delayed shock took its time washing over the girl. One second, Ginny was furiously rutting against her open gob; the next, the girl’s cunt was gushing her release all over Luna’s tongue and cheeks while she caterwauled its arrival, but then immediately rolled off and curled into a ball, an anguished weeping coming from the nucleus. Luna instinctively reached out to hold her, but the girl seemed inconsolable, pushing herself to the farther end of the bed as she cried. Luna wasn’t sure what to do for her. Eventually, the sobs tapered off and the Ravenclaw felt she could approach Ginny again, talking to her in hushed, soothing tones as she made her way closer to the shivering mass of red hair and burnished skin. When she felt it was safe enough, she wrapped her arm around the distraught girl’s shoulders and bent her head next to hers. Ginny sounded miserable as she moaned her apologies.





“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to do that, I had no right. That was totally wretched of me and I won’t blame you if you never want to talk to me again!”





But Luna only shushed her and cooed as she stroked the girl’s hair, drawing Ginny out of her self-imposed shell so she could see the young woman’s tear-stained face.





“It’s okay, Ginny; I didn’t mind, really. I—I think it will be alright with Harry. I just want you to be alright again. You’ve been so unhappy, lately, and I know how hard a time you’ve been having with the Carrows. I would do anything I can to help you, you know that, don’t you?”





When Ginny finally snuck a look up at her through her fringe of hair, she looked confounded by Luna’s reaction.





“Why? Why would you want to help me after the things I said to you? I was a complete bitch that night of the wedding and I haven’t been much better since then. I don’t get you, Luna, why don’t you get angry at these things?” she cried flabbergasted.





“You’re still my friend, Ginny. What happened between me and Harry was very hurtful to you; I know that. You had a right to be upset. But then you went and rescued me from Boot and the Slytherin boys, anyway, when you didn’t have to. I’ll be forever grateful to you for that, but for so much more than you’ll ever really know. I wish I could be here for you to help you get through this. Whatever Amycus is doing to you, you have a way out, you know. You can tell someone.”





The red-head’s face threatened to burst into tears again, but then Ginny’s anger surfaced and she let fly a string of profanities.





“Fucking bollocks; I can’t. I can’t tell anyone about that nasty fucking git and his fucking piggy eyes. Who is going to change anything for me? The filthy fuckwit is right; no one will challenge him, least of all Snape, and it’ll only get worse. God, I want to rip his fucking fingers off one by one and make him choke on them. Then I want to cut off that disgusting prick and ram it up his arse!”





The girl was heaving now as she shouted her wishes. Luna let her have it out, knowing that she needed a cathartic experience before she could get to a space where she could talk about the details, but as soon as Ginny was quiet again, silently fuming with her fists tight against her chest, the blonde witch was stroking the sides of her arms again, whispering her encouragement. When the youngest Weasley turned to lock eyes with her, Luna was gutted to see just how exhausted her friend appeared. The poor teen looked like she hadn’t slept for months.





“He told me that Tom—I mean, You-Know-Who remembers me. Carrow said that he still asks about me and that if I’m not agreeable to him, he’ll turn me over to the Dark Lord. You don’t think he’s telling the truth, do you?” Ginny’s haunted face implored her friend to disagree and Luna felt another lurch in her stomach at the abject horror the girl was being put through.





“I think he’ll say anything to you, Ginny, to get you as pliant as he wants. Will you tell me what happened tonight? Did he force himself on you?” she asked directly, feeling that Ginny was ready to confide in her.





“Sort of. It’s complicated. Amycus is a crafty bugger. He hasn’t done anything to me that could be investigated if he were accused, you know? It’s still his word against mine. I mean, he’s done a fair bit of giving me a touch up, always putting his hands on me when he can, but it’s usually not in the obvious places. He’s got this thing about my knees. It’s really creepy,” she remarked as she shivered.





Luna stayed silent while she let the girl tell her story in her own way. She knew how difficult it was to speak something so shameful aloud to another person, and she wanted to be as strong and helpful as Harry had been for her.





“But lately, he’s been getting more aggressive with me. He likes…likes to…” and she paused another second as she struggled to get the words out, “likes to toss off while he watches me. It’s really disgusting listening to him, and the last few times I thankfully had my back to him, but tonight, it was, ugh, Gods, it was ghastly.”





Ginny put her hands to her face and scrubbed as if hoping to obliterate the image behind her eyes, but when she looked back at her friend there was a ghostly smile on her lips.





“And let me tell you, his thing is tiny. Totally ugly, too. It looked like an abortion of a flobberworm.” She let a cruel smirk decorate her face for a second before she got somber again. “He had me lay on a table tonight when I got there. It was a glass table, and he wanted me to pull up my skirt and take off my knickers. I had to do it, though, he wouldn’t touch me. He kept telling me about how You-Know-Who wanted to strap me to a bench and let all the Death Eaters rape me all night, if he ever got his hands on me. I was mortified, but I did as he asked. I thought—well, I thought at least he wasn’t touching me, so maybe it would be alright.”





The girl looked tougher now as she described the event, as if she was finding her strength by telling Luna the worst of the details.





“Then Amycus crawled under the table so that his head was at my, you know, my quim. He sort of froze me to the table so I couldn’t look anywhere else but down and my legs were spread apart. I had to watch him wank while he pretended to lick me through the glass. Merlin, it was just awful. I kept trying to make jokes about it in my mind, so I wouldn’t lose it, but he kept saying the most disgusting things to me and the sounds, gah, he was sooooo vicious and graphic; it gave me the willies and I just wanted to hurl my dinner all over him.”





Now both girls shuddered as Ginny provided such a vivid image. But Ginny wasn’t done, and as Luna continued to stroke the girl consolingly, she launched into the worst of it with vigor in her outrage.





“He kept saying he wanted to fill my sweet spot with his gooey goo, but he would say it like he was a baby. It was the oddest thing; I didn’t half know what the bloody hell he was on about. When he—oh gods, when he did it, it shot straight up at the glass and sort of smeared in front of my face. I just felt so sick afterwards and so…well, I was so ashamed.”





When Ginny confessed her feelings, she reached out to Luna and held her wrist tight, but not punishing this time, more as a friend in need. Luna was relieved to hear that at least the girl hadn’t been physically abused. The girl was weeping forlornly now, but it was a quiet sound as she let her head rest against the blonde for comfort.





“Don’t worry, Ginny, we’re going to get that evil toad back. We’re going to start up the DA again and we’re going to start taking action. But it can’t be a full out assault, it has to be sneakier than that. I have some ideas about how we can make life very uncomfortable for both Carrows.”





Ginny looked up at her ruefully, but there sparked a hopeful glimmer in her irises.





“Do you think we can really get back at them? They’ve got the entire Ministry on their side. What are we going to be able to do that’s going to make any difference?”





“You’ve got to think like a Nargle, Ginny. A Nargle infestation can cause complete chaos, but even one little Nargle can chip away at a nice bouquet of flowers if it has the determination, until those pretty flowers are nothing more than tatters.”





Ginny only gave a confused smile at that. “Really?” she asked with some wonder.





“Really,” Luna repeated. “But first, we’re going to get that sword. I think I know what to do…..”





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Ron stared out through the window of the cottage and watched the seagulls squawk and dive around the tops of the cliffs as the smell of food wafted over to him from the other room. He held the Deluminator tight to his chest as he racked his brain for a way back to his friends. It had been a few nights of searching and he had had no luck. Thinking that scrambling around aimlessly in the spots that the three of them had last been was not bearing any good clues, and that perhaps it would be a smart idea to go somewhere safe to regroup and determine his next plan of action on a full stomach, he had Apparated to his oldest brother’s new home.





He had been full of shame and dishonor as he told Bill of their recent fates, not even bothering to smooth over his abandonment, but filling his brother in on his escape from the Snatchers with some humbleness. It had been fairly easy to get out of their clutches, as none of them had been particularly bright or even possessed a modicum of common sense amongst them.





“Who’s are you, little man, and are ye Muggle or Wizard?” the Goblin looking git had asked, which Ron found amusing even in his fear as the thug was half his height.





“What? I’m a Wizard, of course. You just saw me Apparate here, ya bleeding nutter. And I’m R—Stan. Stan Shunpike is the name, yeah?”





The frightfully odorous group debated over this bit of information for a few minutes before trying to figure out what to do with him. Ron had just stood there disbelieving as the debate quickly devolved into a full on fight. It had been almost too easy for him to knock out the dirty man holding him while he shouted an Expelliarmus to the one holding his wand. He had felt brash and mighty as he gained the upper hand over his captors for those brief moments before he tried to Apparate out of there again. Unfortunately, he had been too focused on his daring and not paying enough attention to his destination. By the time he arrived in the new site several miles from where he’d started, he’d painfully lost two fingernails on his right hand.





Yet, he hadn’t even given the pain a moment’s thought, letting the throbbing in his fingers just push his impatience to find Harry and Hermione before they were lost to him. When he’d finally managed to get back to their camp, all evidence of their being there was gone. Ron had kicked himself mentally but decided getting frustrated would only prove fruitless in his hunt if he let it get the best of him. Now was not the time to be indulgent, he chided. He had hoped that perhaps they had gone to a previous location, but none of those had turned up a thing. He even tried the spot he’d heard the two of them discussing that morning, but he hadn’t been able to see any signs of them as he crashed through the forest haphazardly. Knowing that they would likely have all manner of protective spells up at any new camp, he got disheartened rather quickly that he was finding no bright spots to go by, and rapidly falling into a state of agitation again, berating himself harshly over his folly.





He’d let his fecking jealousy get to him again and now look at what it had cost him; abandoning the two people whom he’d pledge his life for. Ron’s disappointment in himself knew no bounds as he bitterly tried to think of a place to go to re-strategize. He couldn’t possibly show his face to his family at the Burrow, he felt. As much as his mum had worried about him going off with Harry on his quest, she’d be equally crestfallen to discover he’d ditched them. That was not the Weasley way, he’d been taught. Fred and George would be relentless in their taunts. No, he’d need to find a more neutral place to lick his wounds.





When the thought of Shell Cottage suddenly appeared, he felt that Bill, at least, might be a little more understanding. After all, it had not been a popular decision for him to marry Fleur, but he had stood up against the family in his own quiet way and had waited for them to accept her. Maybe Bill could help him figure out where to look. There was also the idea that showing up at the Burrow could be a trap, in a way, if the Ministry was looking for Harry to appear there. He didn’t want to do anything to bring unwanted attention back to his family, but he felt Bill would be out of the screening and somewhat safer. His brother had been shocked to see Ron on his front doorstep early this morning looking a fright with his ratty clothes and blank eyed stare. Inviting him in quickly and getting Fleur started on breakfast had been just what the ginger teen had needed. He ate ravenously in their tidy, cozy kitchen as the two of them watched him silently, knowing that he looked like a pig the way he attacked his food, but ecstatic to have something in his poor belly again.





Afterwards, as Fleur cleaned away his plate and set down a nice, hot cuppa, Ron had sipped slowly while he sheepishly related his tale. Of course, he didn’t mention the parts about the wanking that had set off the fight, but just hinted that he might have gotten jealous of Harry getting too familiar with Hermione over the course of their travels. He didn’t think he could handle his brother’s expression if he’d told him the full story. There was such a thing as too much information after all. Yet, aside from a few vocal t’sks and shaking of his head, Bill didn’t give him too much grief about it, other than to teasingly suggest that they all knew Ron had had a thing for the bushy haired girl all along.





“Harry’s a good mate, I reckon, little brother. He’s always done right by you. I think you three are just getting a little too paranoid out there, which is understandable considering you’re cut off from everything and practically starving. Don’t beat yourself up too much, but you know, you shouldn’t have left like that when there was no way for you to get back to them. That was a daft thing to do, alright, and you’ve always been likely to go off your nut and not think things through. Got yourself in a right mess, haven’t you?”





Ron could only hang his head shamefully while he agreed.





Once they’d finished talking, Ron had taken a luxuriously long, hot bath and then a wonderful nap in a comfortable bed. When he had awakened just before dinner, he felt better than he had in a long time. Sitting down to eat as Fleur served up a lovely beef Wellington, he knew he could find his companions again with a bit of determination and reasonable thinking. He felt assured that his brother, and even his disapproving sister-in-law, would help him to get back to Harry and Hermione and he smiled thinking how happy their reunion would be for him. For even in the few days that they’d been apart, Ron felt instinctively that he was meant to be a part of that trio for the rest of his life; that no matter what they might go through, even some sexual fumbling, nothing could ever dampen the friendship they had. He just needed to get back to them and everything would all work out. The thought left him buoyant and optimistic.





The boy beamed at his hosts and gave a hearty Cheers! as he dug into the most delicious food he'd eaten in weeks.





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Luna sat in her bed and stared at the Galleon in her hand as she watched the series of numbers embed themselves into the gold. She felt dull and hollow as she brooded over what she was supposed to do next, while her insides churned and roiled like a boiling cauldron. Harry wanted to see her. He was expecting to have his dutiful lover show up and open herself up for him. But she was a cheater, wasn’t she? An adulteress and a liar is what she was, the girl emblazoned herself. First, she cheated on her friend by tonking the girl’s boyfriend, and now she had cheated on her boyfriend with the very same friend. How had she allowed this to happen? What would Harry think of her if he knew what she had done? The thought that he might not be okay with what happened between her and Ginny had bloomed in her mind several days ago and now she was almost feverish and sick with the idea that he’d reject her because of it.





Ginny had stayed in her bed all that night, and at some point, the blonde girl couldn’t control her arousal anymore, asking Ginny for permission to masturbate. The girl had been confused at first, but Luna had begged her to let her tend to her body’s needs and her friend relented and played the mistress for her. The girl had watched in awe while Luna fucked herself on three fingers and had even pulled at her nipple rings for her as Luna’s release ratcheted into its final phase. It had been very powerful to orgasm as Ginny watched her so closely, kissing her deeply once Luna had drawn near. They had fallen asleep with their arms wrapped around each other. Once Luna had awakened in the morning, though, the pangs of guilt had started to settle into her chest.





A lot had happened to them since then. The evening after the girls woke up with each other, Luna, Ginny, and Neville had gone through with their plan to steal Gryffindor’s sword out of the case while everyone else was in the Great Hall for dinner. Snape had not changed the password, and they’d gotten inside the office easily. Deciding that subtlety was not necessarily required in this venture, Neville had simply smashed the case open with one of the strange objects sitting on the many tables and grabbed it right off of its stand. They imagined if they moved quickly enough, they’d be able to smuggle it to the Room of Requirement before anyone had noticed their absence. Luna had realized that the Come and Go room was shielded as she noticed on the map that it never showed its occupants, even when she knew someone was in there. They had been so close to getting it there.





It had been a bit of bad luck that Amycus had been following Ginny’s every move, however, and he’d caught them running down one of the staircases as they absconded with the hefty sword, each of them holding on to one part of it as they ran. Amycus had summoned the Headmaster with his Patronus immediately as he stood there, the three students struck dumb as they wondered what was in store for them now. Neville already had bruises down the side of his face from his last detention with the beastly man. Ginny was quaking now as this debacle gave him another opportunity to punish her for at least a fortnight. Perhaps they would be spared and Snape would simply expel them from the school, Luna had hoped.





When the Headmaster had arrived moments later, his trademark snarling upper lip was in full function while his nose flared. He looked at Luna derisively as he reminded her of their recent discussion.





“I’m terribly disappointed in you, Miss Lovegood. I thought you were true to your word.”





The girl felt her face flush in her failure, but at least their punishment lay in his hands. Amycus had been very eager to administer the penalties, but Snape had sent him on his way, barely curtailing his disparaging tone, and bade the three children to turn around and head back to his office. After a stern lecture, he had taken the sword, but had not put it back in its case, instead leaving it on his desk as he contemplated what to do with them. When he suggested that a night of detention assisting Hagrid in the Forbidden Forest was in order, the three friends had looked at each other in surprise, incredulous at their good fortune. Surely, a night spent with Hagrid would hardly be considered treacherous. No one said anything, though, lest Snape decide to change his mind.





This had only strengthened Luna’s belief that Snape was somehow on their side, although she kept that to herself. Ginny and Neville were still finding that a hard pill to swallow, and would only try to find flaws with her examples of his duplicity being in their favor. They were as hard headed as Harry on the subject, so she pressed it no more. When they had followed Hagrid around the next night, looking for bowtruckles by Lumos to present for his third years, it had been a good time had by all as they let some of their tension out by joking around with the gameskeeper. When talk turned serious on matters of the school’s newest faculty members, it was heartening to see that Hagrid was eager to dispatch with the Carrows as much as they were. They didn’t exactly share all the details with the half-giant, but the way he looked intently at Neville’s battered face suggested that the normally none-too-sharp teacher was not above figuring out how far the nasty Professors would go to punish their pupils.





Hagrid had even suggested that they have a party for Harry in his absence, just to boost morale. Luna thought this was a lovely idea, but didn’t think the gregarious man would be able to keep it much of a secret from his betters. It could prove dangerous to his career in the long run. But this gave her an opening to talk about the DA, and they filled Hagrid in on their plans to gather the students together again for a little rabblerousing and guerilla tactics against their enemies. Neville had decided that the next Saturday would be the best time, as it was a Hogsmeade weekend, and they could double back and meet in the Room of Requirement again. He had already spoken to several of the Gryffindor members, and both he and Seamus had rallied some more support through the Hufflepuffs. It was looking to be a full gathering already.





Yet here it was a week later, the night before the meeting, and Luna was faced with seeing her Master again with mixed news. She knew he’d be excited about the reformation of the squad, but would that even register once he’d found out that Luna had betrayed him? The girl despaired that it would be of little consequence once he knew the truth about her. It was not even a consideration that she not confess to him what had happened, there would be no way she could look him in the eye without showing her guilt. Her pulse quickened as she held the Galleon tight to her chest and wondered how to make the admission more palatable. How could she make amends to him? The thought of him turning her away was terrifying her.





Then Ginny suddenly loomed into her mind. Harry was still attracted to the red head. Would he be willing to accept her pleas if he had Ginny to soften the blow, the girl wondered? She had given another pleasure without his permission, and she would have to take her punishment dutifully. Maybe by offering her Master the opportunity to have his wish with Ginny, it would all even out. The wistful girl knew that there was something completely off with that logic, but she didn’t feel particularly rational at the moment, and every second that went by that she was not running to Harry she felt more frantic. She had to get Ginny, she decided. The three of them had to work this all out.





Not wanting to displease Harry again, she made sure to put on at least a shift under dressing gown this time. Grabbing the map, she snuck out of her room careful not to wake her roommates, and then made a dash through the common room when she saw it was empty. She did not dally a moment as she rapidly made her way to the Gryffindor tower. She watched the names on the map for signs of its entrance, and when she saw what she figured were a few students most likely milling around their common room while studying, she looked for the most appropriate entrance. Ah, the portrait, of course. The Fat Lady looked out at her suspiciously, but Luna knew there would be some sort of password involved and she had no way to get in.





“I don’t suppose you could summon someone from inside to come out and see me, could you?” she asked hopefully. The Fat Lady only looked at her loftily as she harrumphed.





“Certainly not, silly child, do I look like an Owl?”





Luna supposed that she would just have to wait for someone either going in or out. She sat down to wait, but it wasn’t but fifteen minutes later that Colin Creevey stepped out, stopping in surprise as he saw the girl sitting there cross legged on the floor.





“Colin, I don’t suppose you could get a message to Ginny for me, would you?” she pleaded.





“Luna, it’s after curfew, you’ll get into trouble out here,” he cautioned, not bothering to address his own breaking of the rules. But the girl only stared back serenely until he sighed and went back inside to fetch her friend.





The pale girl waited some more, calmly watching her map as she saw Ginny’s dot moving about and then her steps heading towards the area just inside of the portal. When the freckled girl poked her head out to see that, indeed, Luna was waiting for her, she looked at her curiously with a tip of her head. She had thrown on a pair of jeans and a tee-shirt hurriedly, her feet barely in her trainers.





“What are you doing out here, Lu?” she asked with some concern. Luna prepared herself as she launched into her plan. When she was done, Ginny’s eyes were wide, but she stayed silent for a few minutes as she thought before commenting. With just a nod of her head, however, she stepped out into the hall and closed the portrait back against the wall, grabbing Luna’s hand as the two took a look at the map for their next break.





“There’s somewhere we have to go, first. We’ve got to get down to the kitchens and get the elves to pack us some food.”





Ginny readily agreed and the two set off. Once they had gotten Dobby to stuff them two deep sacks full of food, they decided to head for the roof of the Astronomy tower. Once they had gotten to the outside, Ginny had pointed her wand down to the Quidditch equipment tent and Accio’d a broom for them. Luna had felt that with the extra time she’d taken tonight, she didn’t want to spend the hour getting to the bottom side of Honeyduke’s cellar. The girls climbed astride the broom with Ginny at the driving helm while Luna clutched her from behind, and the food satchels hung from the handle. As soon as they could feel that they’d passed through the wards, Ginny landed on the ground and then Luna grabbed her tight, leaving the broom behind but slipping the bags of food unto her arms. She produced the Galleon again, focusing all of her thoughts on the measurements in front of her, and then she twisted the both of them as they disappeared from the spot.





When they arrived at the destination point, Ginny pulled away from her quickly and ran to a bush to toss up the contents of her stomach. The first time for a long distance was always the hardest, and Luna could see that they had gone a long way. She could hear water running somewhere, but otherwise the area looked flat. There was a forested thicket behind them, but what drew her attention straight away was the farmhouse sitting darkly a hundred meters away. Luna dropped the bags and held out her wand, lighting the tip as she looked around for signs of Harry. The sounds of Ginny’s puking abated, followed by a slight moan, but the girl was otherwise fine, so Luna went ahead to explore the stables at the back of the house. She had not gone far when she heard a whisper.





“Lu, luv, is that you? Show yourself,” a husky timber demanded from the darkness.





Luna walked closer to the stables and held her wand over her head to cast the light down on her face. It was then that she felt a whoosh as a body slammed into hers and she stumbled slightly backwards. Before she had a chance to acclimate, there were lips all over her skin and hands groping her backside. She put her hand to his shoulder and pulled backwards so that she’d be able to see Harry’s face. The light shone off his glasses, but she could still see his green eyes piercing through them. His mouth turned into a lopsided grin as he grabbed for her waist again, pulling her into his crotch forcefully.





“Merlin, Luna, I’ve been dying for you. I was so worried after I heard about the sword incident. God, I can’t believe you three did that. I don’t know whether to spank you or shag you senseless for it.”





He snarled as he brought her lips back to his, biting on her lower one until she could feel his teeth bite through the flesh. Her desire was ready to wash over her already, but she suddenly remembered her deceit and her guest. She put her hands back up to her Master’s chest and drew back again, licking the drops of blood that had spotted on her lip.





“Harry, I have something I have to tell you first. I—I brought someone with me.”





Harry looked at her with some surprise when she pulled away, but now his eyes grew large at her news. He whispered urgently into the night.





“What? Who? What did you DO, Luna? Why would you do that?”





Now he looked around for signs of her partner. When Ginny suddenly stepped up from behind the blonde girl, the shock on his face was comical; as his mouth hung slack and his eyes bulged in their disbelief. The young Chaser simply walked up to her Captain and mechanically gave him a right hook across his face. She stepped back just as calmly, shaking out her hand as it smarted while Harry’s swung his head back to them clutching his jaw.





“Er, I suppose I deserved that. Now, do you want to tell me just what you’re doing here, Ginny?”