Mad Snorkacks and Englishmen

A/N: Barreling right along here. Well, I've been on kind of a roll lately as I've been eager to reach this part of the story, but things might be slowing down soon. Starting a new job (yay) and having some RL stuff coming up, but I also might take a bit more time with the next chapters. Hopefully I can still keep to a weekly schedule.



Catch, Wow! Thanks so much for your review, that was lovely! I'm glad that you finally spoke up, lol.

Pete, glad you enjoyed the last chapter and hope this one answers some questions. You like the drama, you're a man after my own heart. tommy, whoa, you mean all I needed to get your highest rating was to write some H/Hr full on sexcapades? Lol, you are a hardcore shipper for them, aren't you? But glad you are ready to get back to H/L too. NAH, ha, don't you worry, Ron will be back soon! I miss him, too, but you won't have to wait much longer. I'm glad you could really get a sense of what Harry and Hermione were going through.



ninjamonkey, thanks for clearing up your earlier quip, I admit I wasn't sure what you meant by that. I want to thank you for being so specific in your criticisms, I appreciate that. I'll tell ya two things, though: I never really expected to have Harry and Hermione hook up when I started this story, but let's just say I was influenced by my readers and after a while I could see where I thought it might work. And when I did decide to include it, believe me, I did not see it as dark, either, but then the narrative and tone changed in the story for me and I really wanted to go dark to give Harry some consequences and to not think he could shag all of his friends and that it wouldn't catch up to him emotionally at some point. I think that JKR had so much dark and disturbing subtext even when her characters stayed essentially innocent. While they acted like they were still little kids a lot of the time, I wanted to show how real world extremes might play on such a delicate young mind.



I have always been drawn to very, very dark material, and that tends to speak to my nature, but I also do have some romantic bones in my body and I still want my characters to end up happy, so I am not throwing out angst merely to fill a quota but because I really want to retell the story in an adult way, and not just as it pertains to sex. Thanks for your continued support, though. I really hope that once you get to the end of this journey with me, you will feel it has all been worth it.





Okay, well, I see some of my road dogs have been busy this week,so hope to see you guys soon, but Congrats to all the Graduating students out there! I think, in many ways, in this chapter Harry and Luna are doing a bit of their own graduating.















Chapter 28: Snake Man









I'm coming up man-sized skinned alive

I want to fit I've got to get

Man-sized I'm heading on

Handsome got my leather boots on

Got my girl and she's a wow

I cast my iron knickers down

Man-sized no need to shout

Can you hear can you hear me now

I'm man-sized



I'll measure time I'll measure height

I'll calculate my birthright

Good Lord I'm big I'm heading on

Man-sized got my leather boots on

Got my girl and she's a wow

I cast my iron knickers down

Man-sized no need to shout

Can you hear can you hear me now



My babe looking cool and neat

I'm pretty sure good enough to eat

I'm man-sized no need to shout

Let it all let it all hang out

I'm man-size

Silence my lady head

Get girl out of my head

Douse hair with gasoline

Set it light and set it free



------PJ Harvey, Man Size







Luna was still in the Room of Requirement when she felt the quivering in her pocket. The girl was currently sweating in beads across her forehead and down her back as she had just been rolling on the floor doing a practice set of defensive rebounds. Seamus was her partner tonight and he’d been coaching her how to go into the roll after a wand strike and come up on her feet to deliver another hit. She felt flushed with her victory as the Irish boy praised her for her limberness and grace. Luna had clipped her hair up on her head to keep it out of the way, but strands had pulled free and hung around her face while she breathed heavily. They were keeping it quite tropical in here, she thought, as a few students dawdled in hammocks that had been erected a few days ago. Apparently, some of them felt much more protected in the hidden room and had taken to spending all of their time there. The space had acquired a few Slytherins who were trying to escape from the tormenting in their dorms, Lavender who was avoiding Amycus at all costs, and Seamus, who had already gotten into enough fights with the whole lot of pureblood-wingers residing in Hogwarts; pupils and teachers alike, that his face seemed to bear permanent bruises.





No matter who had decided to use the space as their new residence, however, it was still functioning as the DA’s training room at all hours of the day; basically whenever any member could get to it. Luna had come by tonight because Seamus had promised to go over more of the physical combinations that she’d been impressed by during their mock duels together. He was a real natural at teaching, too, she felt, as patient and encouraging as Harry had been. The boy might be short, but he was all full of power and agility in that compact physique and he moved with quite a bit of speed. He stared at her rather oddly now, though; his face turning a little pink, and she wondered if there was a smudge of dirt on her nose or a Wrackspurt fluttering by her ear. His gaze looked quickly down to her chest again and then further blushed as he realized she was watching him closely.





“Is there some pixie dust on my nose or something?” she asked innocently as her hand swept over her forehead and then quickly atop her décolletage to wipe up a bit of the perspiration. She could feel the rivulets running down her cleavage now as her chest still heaved from her exertion. “Or have my breasts gotten dirty?”





Seamus blanched. “Er, no, uh, just…your hair sort of stuck to your sweat there,” he noted in his thick brogue as he pointed nervously to her clavicle bone at the edge of her throat.





She gave him an airy smile and pulled it back to tuck behind her ear. She was in a bit of different attire for her tonight in light of the physical exercises they were performing and Luna found it somewhat amusing that Seamus had been so bedazzled by her outfit when she had taken off her robes. It was simply what she typically wore for her meditations at home. A tight fitting camisole-style top with stringy straps and snug stretchy pants that were made to move with the body is what she had on now, in muted blacks instead of her typical color schemes, while the leggings were hemmed right at the shin with a little flare to keep her cool. The lissome girl was barefoot on the mats they had laid out and she had painted her toenails every color of the rainbow on alternating toes. It was a good thing that none of the DA members could see through glamours, she mused, as she was also wearing her Master’s collar.





Then the vibrations were sparking against her front hip bone and she tingled to know what that meant for her. Luna’s saucer eyes widened and Seamus finally turned red, but then appeared confused a moment later when she was digging her Galleon out of her secret pocket inside that wide band of her pants. She looked to the back of it and saw the numbers glimmering off the gold and her smile broke out into a full grin; thrilled that she’d get to see Harry at long last.





“Whatcha got thar, Luna? Are we supposed to be checking the DA coins?” the boy asked when he saw her observe its detail. Luna had shown Ginny how to re-start the Protean system on the coins again to alert the other students, but hers was off the grid. She wanted to keep it free for only incoming Harry messages, and since she was on the committee with Neville and Ginny to pick out the meeting nights, it had worked out fine.





Ginny was the only one who knew that, though. Luna told no one else its purpose or that she had access to Harry in secret. Her red-headed friend had understood how important it was to keep the information mum, even around the kids who would routinely worry how the trio was doing and brought it up at every club attendance. As heartening as it would have been for them to hear that Harry, Ron, and Hermione were still alive and wanting the DA to persevere, it was a risk that both girls tacitly knew couldn’t be taken. She glanced at Seamus and her wide grin tamed back down to a tantalizing curve of her lips.





“It’s nothing, Seamus. I thought it might be a Wozzeling Hyperius settling on my coin. They are very small, minute creatures who are attracted to gold but their breath will often turn it to rust,” she explained.





“But, uh, gold doesn’t rust,” he offered matter-of-factly.





“Exactly. You can imagine my excitement, then.” Seamus opened his mouth and blinked his eyes a few times as he struggled to respond, but then gave up in the face of Luna’s vagueness. The girl paid it no mind and turned to find her robes, first bending down on her haunches as she grabbed her shoes and went to pull them on her feet.





“Um, Luna, your back is glowing.”





Luna turned sharply around to stare back at the toughened Gryffindor in surprise. She instinctively put her hand to the area of skin peeking out between her top and pants as she bent her body. It didn’t feel any different and she wished she could see what it looked like.





“Seamus, what do you see?” she asked him as she pulled up her top further and her pants lower in order to ensure that he got a full picture of her mark. Even though it had been glamored as well, if he could see it glow then it must be visible now, she expected. Although the mark had already been exposed to the Headmaster, to her teacher, and to her fellow Muggle Studies classmates, she still habitually kept it hidden the rest of the time in promise to Harry.





The boy still appeared a bit embarrassed by her, for some reason, but came to kneel behind her as he took a closer look. He tentatively put his hand to a spot on her lower back and whistled.





“Looks like you got yerself a green lightning bolt. Funny, that; it looks a bit like Harry’s scar.”





She reached back to grab hold of Finnegan’s wrist and he startled. “But it’s green? You’re sure, Seamus?”





“Aye, as green as a clover,” he confirmed as his eyes went into slits. “When’d you get tha’, by the way?”





But the flushed girl was already standing up swiftly to drag on her robes and slide on her high tops as her mind whirled. She was fine; she wasn’t in distress at all, so the green glow was surely not her doing? Could it be possible that she’d guessed correctly and the color change denoted a severe switch in Harry’s mood, she wondered? With barely a nod to her defense partner, she was grabbing her wand and bag and heading for the door. She had to get to her Master as soon as possible.





Once she was out in the hall, she darted her head from side to side as she determined the best route to get to the Hump-backed witch. She didn’t want to take the time to head back to her dorms to freshen up; curfew was ten minutes away and she had no map. Neville was borrowing it at the moment while he and Hannah Abbott were working on creating a little mischief for their DADA teacher. He hadn’t told her the details but since Ginny was stuck in detention again his time was being occupied while the other two snuck into his quarters. Luna had expressed her desire to see Ginny move into the Ror (pronounced roar as they had all taken to calling it) to keep her away from the Carrows harassment, but the youngest Weasley assured her that she had it under control and that she could handle Amycus these days. She didn’t expound and Luna didn’t probe deeper, feeling that when Ginny had something to share she would come to her.





Luna had been used to getting around the castle long before she had the aid of the Marauder’s Map, however, and she had her own way of blending in and gliding around the hallways. Since no one usually paid her much attention, it had become second nature to the girl to simply float into the direction she wished and arrive somewhere interesting with little interruption. This night proved to be a different story and she wondered what had changed that she seemed to be set upon by trouble at every corner. First, she had almost run into Filch and had to scurry into a closet till he passed; then she was chased by Peeves for half the fourth floor as he shouted and jeered, dropping Gobstones in her path so she was sliding and tripping so much it almost twisted her ankle. By the time she reached the statue that hid the corridor to the way to Hogsmeade, she had accidentally triggered a squawking alarm inside of one of the knights’ armor she passed. The girl had just made it to the other side of the hidden entrance when she heard running footsteps down the hallway. She breathed a heavy sigh of relief and then made her descent as she began to run to the Honeydukes exit, knowing she had a ways to get there and worrying that Harry was waiting.





Once she was in the cellar, however, she tried to calm herself and straiten her hair a bit before Apparating outside, to then be on her way to Harry’s destination for her. She was a complete mess now, and she cringed that she could not look her best for him, but there was no help for it. She cast a quick refreshing charm over herself to get rid of the grime and most of her sweat before heading out of the shop. There was no snow tonight, but plenty on the ground and a full moon bathed the whiteness around her to a glossy hue. Under the light in the sky, she was able to hold out her Galleon and see the coordinates clearly. It was a good thing Harry had no other instructions for her, she thought, and she could just go to him. She focused all of her thought on the series of measurements and let them fill her brain like giant trees. When it was all she could see, the pictures started to form and she knew she would be moving through a building structure as she turned on the spot and struck down her wand. Then she was squeezing through that tube as her body shot through space and bright colors were whizzing by her head. Every time she was transported this way, Luna felt like her mind was being opened just a little bit more as she tried to glean snatches of what places she had passed through in the blink of an eye. It was a curious sensation and she wished sometimes that she could slow it down.





When her eyes opened after she felt her feet touch ground, she was standing in a one-room cabin, by the look of it. The walls were wood panels and there were a few small windows through which she could see a bit of the moors, but she was instantly twirling around to find the only thing she was interested in seeing at this moment: Harry. There was hardly any furniture in the tiny dwelling; a cupboard on one side of the wall that featured a few large hooks about as if waiting for animal skins or fish nets, a brightly colored braided rug on the floor, a countertop under the windows next to a small sink, but there was a bed with a naked mattress centered at the back and Harry sat on the end of it now with his hands crossed across his chest, his eyes burning as he stared at her.





“Harry!” the girl gushed as she ran to him quickly throwing herself into his lap and wrapping her arms tightly to his neck. He didn’t hug her back, however, but pushed her to stand on the floor in front of him as he frowned.





“I’ve been waiting here for over an hour,” he accused in a low, angry voice. Luna was immediately contrite as a wave of shame hit her face. Her head bent down to scan her feet while she apologized.





“I’m so sorry, Harry, I didn’t mean to be so late. I had seemingly every interup—”





“Ginny’s not here, now, is she?” Harry suddenly broke in. The porcelain-skinned witch was starting to feel a bit odd as she looked up confused and perused Harry’s hard face.





“Sorry? What do yo—”





“She’s not here, so there’s no need to use my name. Did you suddenly forget how you’re supposed to address me?” he scolded with a surly tone. Luna was brought up short by this new disposition, so unlike him even when he was in a bad mood.





“I’m sorry, Master. I didn’t mean to disrespect you,” she replied softly. “There's something wrong.” She could see it now in the way his aura crackled with black spots that seemed to grow larger as she stared. The room felt airless for a second and she struggled to breathe.





“Yes, there is, I thought we’d just established that. You’re ruddy late. We’re in a difficult situation right now and I can’t be waiting for you for half the night. I think I'll need to dispense some fitting retribution, young lady, before we’re done here,” he remarked archly. Harry glared back at her as if she were an idiot that he had the misfortune to have to deal with and he flashed his palm at her with the lift of a brow. “Now, are you going to get fucking naked sometime this evening or do I have to hand you a written request?” he snapped.





Luna jumped into action straight away at the prompt, her face growing hotter by the second. She had just gone to put her robe to the bed and was starting to pull up her top when Harry’s glacial rumble stopped her in her tracks.





“What…the hell are you wearing?” he demanded to know.





The girl could only catch her breath as she watched him in her frozen stance, looking for any clues as to the reason for all of this hostility. Had things been going very badly for the three of them? Perhaps she just needed to do her best to fulfill all of her Master’s orders as quickly as she could without incurring any further aggravation. He needed her, she thought, she couldn’t let him down. There was something about him; something had been introduced since she last saw him that she would have to let him bring to the surface so she could help. She opened her mouth to answer him and ignored the beginning tremors in her hands.





“It’s my work-out clothes, Master. I was partnering with Seamus on some exercises when you summoned me.”





“Seamus saw you like this? Could you possibly draw more attention to your arse with that fit? And what kind of exercises were they, exactly?” There was no mistaking his displeasure and innuendo. Luna almost laughed to see her Master so obviously jealous if the situation were not turning so dour.





“We were just practicing some defensive moves, Master. He was showing me how to do a roll into a strike pose. He’s become a really good teacher and has helped me out a lot,” she attempted to explain and appease Harry’s ire at the same time.





“Oh, I’ll bet he has. And who else have you been practicing with? Any other blokes I should know about, Lu? Something you need to tell me? I know how you’re used to being the main entertainment in the Hogwarts circle jerks,” he sneered in the nastiest way. “Been sucking any cocks lately?”





Luna’s voice grew quieter as her eyes pricked with tears. She was not doing a very good job of making him happy and resolved to try harder. “No, of course not, Master. I only want yours, I swear. I only want you.”





Harry’s hand shot out and wrapped around her banded throat, bringing her face up close to his while the other hand slipped behind her head and grabbed tight to a hank of her hair.





“You’d better be telling me the truth. If I find out different, you’re not going to like the outcome,” he threatened in a low growl before slitting his eyes at her, “Unless of course, you’ve decided to forgo the jimmy for some carpet munching, perhaps? Any other skirts besides Gin you’ve been ‘comforting’, darling?” His deep timbre oozed derision in the endearment.





Luna could feel her heart beating rapidly but she willed herself to calm down as Harry locked eyes with her. She had nothing to hide from him, surely he knew that? She had never lied to Harry and she didn’t intend to start.





“No, Master, Ginny is doing better and I don’t look at anyone else like that. I love you, I belong to you,” she assured him earnestly.





There was a glimmer of something, some bit of acknowledgment, in his eyes at her insistence, but then the teen blinked; his irises growing blacker as his pupils seemed to blot out the green. He pushed her back roughly but then grabbed his wand sitting by his thigh and Vanished her clothes off of her. The sudden feel of cool air on her skin was a shock to her senses, but still she settled into what she thought Harry would want. She knelt to the floor quickly and put her hands behind her neck, feeling the metal of the buckles on her collar as her nipples crinkled around their silver posts with the slight arch of her back. Her legs spread out automatically while she managed to stay upright, just as she knew Harry liked to see her.





The boy took off his top jumper; there looked like some writing on it for an institution of some sort, and then peeled off the button down shirt underneath. Harry had on a tee-shirt under both of them, but he pulled that off also, giving Luna a first glimpse of a necklace dangling on his chest. She had never seen him wear it before and she was immediately curious; however, Harry was already unzipping his jeans and pulling at her head to bring it down to his crotch so her focus shifted. The submissive witch went straight into stretching her mouth over his prick, already hard for her, and let her tongue work to administer the comfort her words could not seem to affect on her Master tonight. It felt good to be attending to his glorious cock again and she quickly adjusted her breathing to slow down so she could open her throat and let him slide back. With each bob downwards, she would take more of him in her gullet, loving the feel of his hardness slightly beating in palpitations while she sucked, her tongue swirling to provide the right amount of stimulation to his sensitive skin.





“Gods, finally,” muttered the dark-haired boy above her. “You’re my perfect little cocksucker, aren’t you?” Luna attempted to nod her head in answer as she worked, bringing down one hand from her neck so she could massage his testicles the way he liked, but he was instantly batting it away and gripping her hair tightly while he reprimanded her.





“I didn’t say you could do that. I want you to only use your mouth; put your hands back the way you had them.”





Luna complied and then Harry was soon moving again, standing up as he held steadfastly to her head and pulled her right up to his pelvis. The girl let him direct her and breathed intently through her nose once her lips were all the way down past the base, kissing his pubic flesh. She got a little panicked when he wouldn’t let go and she had to fight a bit not to disrupt her airflow as she swallowed around the head of his cock, feeling it nestled deeply and visualizing how her throat would distend from the outside with his length lodged inside of her. It seemed time stood still for a bit as she waited, letting herself go off in a daze before feeling him move her back while he cooed appreciatively. She felt a smile in her features even though her mouth was currently filled.





“That’s a good girl. I love the way you do that. I’ll go a little easy on your arse, just ‘cause I really needed that.”





Then he was pulling her completely off of him while he zipped up his pants again, folding the denim over his hard, wet prick. He went to move her back a bit as he turned her to the side, and Luna noticed for the first time that there was a lit fireplace on the other side of the room as the heat made its way to her. She had been so deep in concentration the crackling licks of the fire had not penetrated her senses. There was also something else she noticed now that her Master was away from the bed. The foot of the bedframe he had just been sitting upon was a very basic, rustic wood, nothing scrolled or sculpted about it as the bed itself was nothing more than a perfunctory pallet, but there were three holes bored into it, she realized with some foreboding. A large hole in the center of it was flanked by two smaller circles and a line ran through the middle of all three. If the rest of the bed hadn’t been attached, it would have looked like a small pillory. Harry confirmed this a second later when he pulled up one edge of the board and the line split in half, the top part opening like a mouth in profile and leaving her the bottoms of the circles in some kind of lewd invitation.





She glanced up at Harry and he had one hand on his hip with expectation as he gave her a measured stare. Luna drew her thoughts to the gold around his neck again.





“Master, where did you get that locket?” she asked with determination, her voice scratchy after its throat taxing.





“Never you mind, my little slag. It’s time for your punishment.”





Luna felt a bit of anxiety loom in her gut as she stared at the construction again. This was something new and extremely confining, although not nearly as restricting as the rope designs Harry liked to put her in. It would have helped if Harry’s demeanor had been more encouraging to relax her but then he was reaching for her and had another clump of her hair in his fist. He pulled the clip out of the topknot and let her tresses fall free then dragged her by the hoop at her throat with her on her knees so he could line her up to the bed and tip her head over the largest half-circle. He instructed her to put her wrists in the other two as she let her head fall to the dank, stained mattress, her hair being swept up behind it. Then he was closing the top bar and she felt locked in, her head unable to move much although there was enough space between her neck and the wood as the bottom half of her squirmed nervously awaiting his next action. Luna was completely vulnerable to him now, and considering his vexation, she was a bit worried how difficult her punishment was going to be regardless of what he had just told her.





But she didn’t have time to even think on it as Harry was once again positioning her extremities about and he had her stand up on her feet with her bum as the corner point to her body’s right angle. He slapped the insides of her shins to make her feet shuffle outward and she followed his command, but then his fingers were digging into her petals and she moaned sharply, feeling two of them plunge into her in a quickened taunt to bring her wetness to the surface. Her heartbeat was back to its loud drumming as she prepared herself for whatever instrument her Master was about to spring on her exposed arse. She heard him moving to an area of the room that she couldn’t see and then his feet were falling closer to her as she felt a heavy thump hit the mattress. She strained her eyes to look upwards on the bed and could just make out Harry upending his rucksack with a bevy of its contents falling out in a noisy jumble. It looked like a rather large pile had accumulated by the time he had emptied it.





He pulled out the bulkiest item and as he walked back around the side of the bed to head to her rear, she caught a glance at the long paddle in his hand. It was a thick wood with holes cut through it she could see in her limited view and her heart leaped again at the thought of what she was about to receive in the way of a spanking. A few seconds later, she felt the slap of Harry’s hand on her left buttock and she flinched unexpectedly. Her nerves were starting to feel quite raw.





“We’re going to be busy for a while, you and I. I’m only going to give you ten strikes with the paddle, but I want to hear you count them out for me. Maybe next time you’ll have learned not to keep me waiting so bloody long.”





Luna felt in her heart that he was being unreasonable about that; he should expect that it could be very difficult to get around the castle after curfew, but some part of her mind inferred that this was just a likely excuse for Harry to give her a sound beating. She intuitively understood that he had to wear a certain kind of persona with her in order to make their roles clear to each other. This was part of their foreplay, she reminded herself, and she had a part to play, as well. She let that soothe her apprehension at her Master’s prickly state, believing in his goodness and that he had no desire to harm her. She could handle a little paddling, but it was up to her to open herself to his pushing, to let him show her what she was capable of taking. Look at how strong she had gotten under his tutelage and urging, after all, she enthused. The thought made her cunt throb. But then she felt the first slap of the board against her rump and her shoulders slammed into the wooden stock with the force.





“Oh gggGODS, Master, One! Thank you, Master!” she cried as the skin on her arse burned from the wallop he’d given her. Harry didn’t give her much pause; however, as his swing went immediately into the second strike. She howled some more as she quickly babbled over her count. He was not going to take it very easy on her at all; that much was made clear. By the fifth hit, her bum was singing with the fiery stings surging under her flaming skin.





Luna couldn’t stay still as they continued to come at her; her hands and fingers flexed in and out of fists as she wriggled and writhed under his hand. Harry barked at her once to control herself but by then they were near the end and she was able to stall her movements as she concentrated on the complete feeling of the paddle smacking into her backside, just as Harry had taught her to do a while ago under the stairs. Aside from the stinging itself, the pounding was almost like the way Harry fucked her from behind so wildly, slamming his hard build into hers in fits and starts. The girl let that thought guide her, and when her Master gave her the last strike so hard that she felt the paddle slam into her wet folds, her groan was long and deep as her excitement built up to a frenzy. Luna was ready for him to fuck her just like this, stuck in her pose and waiting for his cock, and she let him know it in her urgent begging, but her Master had other plans for her.





“That’s right you want my cock. You’re my whore, aren’t you? MY whore; no one else can touch you unless I say so, isn’t that true, fucktoy?”





The pale blonde felt her face burn at the way Harry was talking to her. While she had grown used to, and even enjoyed, Harry’s explicit ramblings during sex, he had never called her these things before with such debasement. Even when he’d called her his slut prior to their last meeting it had been like an endearment, the eagerness and affection evident in his tones, but now his names just sounded derogatory; there was no tenderness in his voice at all. She was confounded at the change in his nature, yet once again Harry was moving her too quickly for her to do much thinking on the matter.





“Let’s turn you around now, shall we, whore?”





Then he was lifting the beam across her head and she thought she was free for a moment before the boy was pushing her down on her knees again and twisting her to lie backwards. He set her head in the half-moon cut so that she was facing the ceiling and put her hands back in place then locking her in again before she could even realize what had just happened. If possible, this felt even more vulnerable and nerve-wracking than the other way. Her back already felt a light ache as it locked itself into position, her tits screaming as they pushed outward. Then Harry was smacking her pussy hard and she moaned into the flare.





“Looks like we forgot to trim, slut. I think we’re just going to have to do away with this once and for all; not up to worrying about the ruddy Nargles.”





There was a slight tingling in her mons and then he was rubbing her bare skin as his fingers dipped down and played with her petals again. He was suddenly conversational with her as he went to get a few things off the bed and come back, his wand dragging over her skin emitting a few sparks. She closed her eyes as she attempted to listen to what he was asking her.





“When’s the next time we get a period?” he inquired of her, surprising the girl a little. She didn’t think that Harry really liked to talk about her feminine upkeep, but she answered him obediently.





“It just finished, actually, a few days ago. It doesn’t last very long with the potions I take,” she explained.





“You’re kidding? Well, that’s unfortunate. But you know when we’ll get it next, right?”





Luna wasn’t sure how to feel about his merging of her body’s functions, but kept her opinions internal as she informed him of her next cycle which seemed to appease him. Then he was talking about how he wanted to decorate her body more but he wasn’t about to Transfigure anything into jewelry to fit her bits, he would have to wait until he could get his hands on the real thing. In the meantime, the teen was pinching and teasing her nipples into harder points and affixing a clip to each one. She couldn’t see them, but could feel how the grip flattened her nubs in their rubber edges. The metal folded over her piercings and the sensation was sharp and tight as they pressed together, making her knees shift as she felt her issue trickle down her thigh. Her body felt very stimulated by now and was eager to feel her Master take her.





“As for the tattoos, I think we’re going to put another one right over the fanny. I just haven’t figured out what it’s going to be yet.” The mention made her suddenly think of what had happened on her way to him this evening.





“Master! I need to tell you about the mark on my back!” she cheerily enthused, but then felt a swift spank on her cunt again and startled with a sharp cry.





“You don’t tell me, slut, I tell you. If you have something of importance to say, you ask if you may speak first,” he demanded coldly. Her enthusiasm waned in the admonition, but she recovered quickly in order to remedy her words. Once she had asked for permission, he let her speak.





“The mark, Master,” she said softly, “it glows green. I forgot to mention it to you when I was here with…the last time. But when Snape was looking at it the mark was green, they said.” She did not bring up that Seamus had seen it tonight as that would make for a bit of explaining and she wasn’t about to ratchet up his jealousy again.





“They? Who else saw it?” he asked sharply.





“Madam Pomfrey. He called her into the office as a witness, I think.”





“And does he know I gave it to you?” Luna felt her anxiousness return as his tone went dark again. She knew it was her fault that it had been discovered.





“I’m sorry, Master, but yes. He saw it in my mind, although he seemed to assume it was about you the minute he saw it, for some reason. I’m so sorry I couldn’t Occlude my thoughts from going there, Master, but it happened so fast,” she despaired in a whine. She heard him sigh with some bluster before tapping his wand to her midsection as he contemplated the cause of it.





“Did that bastard say anything else to you about it? Any theories as to why?”





The girl told him how he hadn’t believed her at first that she didn’t feel it like a pulse, or a summons, but then had suggested it was possibly set off by her distress. She told him that it had happened again to her that night but she hadn’t felt upset about anything at the time, so she thought perhaps it had something to do with her Master’s moods. It felt slightly uncomfortable telling him that, but she waited to see how he would react to the idea. He stayed quiet for while as he continued to work on her body, now binding the bottom half of her legs to her thighs with leather straps.





“Well, I’ll have to think on that and figure it out later,” he finally told her and then he was standing over her to start the next phase of his punishment. “I think we need to use the cane for a bit now.”





He didn’t make her call out any countdown this time, as his strikes were random and covered her torso, pelvis, and thighs. When the rod whipped around her breasts, she was moaning incessantly as her creamy juices sluiced forth. The position she was in only increased her arousal and that constant throb throughout her body grew heavier. Once Harry had finished, he knelt before her again as he pulled over a small bag to his side. He ordered Luna to lay her head sideways and open her mouth, fitting a dildo inside her gaping maw as soon as she complied. She sucked around it so it wouldn’t fall out while he pushed another one inside her cunt; tapping them both soon after so that they started to move in and out each orifice in a very slow, maddening glide. Not enough to get her close to an orgasm, but keeping her stimulated and in a trance-like stupor as he went to work on her breasts. Her brain tried to supply a picture of what he was doing as she could only piece it together by touch and her senses were already in overdrive, but there was a constant pressure building up around her chest as Harry apparently used a series of pegs to snap onto her skin and align them next to each other, creating a design that went all around each breast in a circle like wooden sun rays or the petals of a flower. It took him quite a bit of time to do it but by the end she had felt like she was floating through space again, no longer part of this earth.





“You look incredible like that,” she heard him breathe slightly awestruck and her heart squeezed as she recognized a bit of his usual self.





Then his hands were spreading her thighs further apart as he grabbed hold of the shaft there and started to fuck her with it manually much harder and faster. Her moans increased in sound around the phallus in her mouth as she felt her body enflamed and pulsing with everything Harry had done to her so far. The girl wanted to come so badly and she tried to tell her Master this even with the obstruction.





“Yeah, I bet you’re wishing it was the real thing in your mug, don’t you? Well, you’re going to have to wait for that, greedy bitch. And you’re going to have to wait on your big finish, too, little fucktoy. I’m not done with you by a long shot.”





With that he was pulling the dildo free of her and the vacant spot it left felt cavernous. He was on to the next thing; however, as he used his wand again to lift her body prone and let it hover. The girl could feel her arse being spread open and another toy inserted into her quickly lubricated hole. Harry smacked his hand against her cunt a few more times and then he was putting her knees down on the ground again. He stood up to remove the phallus from her gob, stroking her hair back from her face as the sweat had plastered it to her sucking cheeks and Luna reveled in his soft, caressing touch. She whined for her Master again as the plug in her rectum started to vibrate lightly and she felt more slick dribbles running down her leg.





Harry sounded soothing for another minute as he prepared her for his release. “I’m going to move you now, luv. Let me take care of everything and you just follow my lead.”





She started to agree eagerly with her Yes, yes breathing out across the mattress, but then she felt something else going in her mouth, although this felt rounder like he was shoving in a glossy coated ball. He lifted up her head briefly and then straps were being clipped tight under her hair keeping the ball in place. Saliva drooled out of the side as so much had been generated during the oral session, but Harry shushed her as she tried to warn him of the mess she was making with her feeble groans. When Harry lifted up the bar on her stockade again so that her head and arms were freed, he slipped an arm across her back just under her shoulders and then lifted her as he scooped her up under her bum. The boy carried her to the center of the one-room space, several feet from the bed, and knelt down as he propped her up in front of him, coaxing her to bend her body forward and put her hands flat to the floor. When Luna leaned down to rest her weight on them, the tugging on her breasts felt monumental and Harry kept her up on her bound half-legs by cupping her sex like a hook.





“I need to get a few things, so I want you to stay just like this, okay?” The girl moaned her assurance then went tense as he left her to hold up her body on her own.





As Harry headed back to their new spot, she looked up so she could see some of the things he had in his hands. The toys he’d used already were littered around the floor and bed, but one of the new items he carried gave her pause as she attempted to ascertain its utility. The fanciful witch thought about pirates from lore, or Peter Pan’s nemesis and his frightening hand. The metal hook had a pronounced curve like a fat C, a heavy silver ball on the end of its tip and a loop at the opposite end. When Harry knelt in front of her again, he let the ball sit in his mouth as the rest of the arc hung down to his chest while he unclipped the cuffs he also brought with him and proceeded to wrap them around her wrists. After he had them on, he was back behind her and the girl felt him remove the dildo in her arse. Seconds after it left her cavity, there was a cold touch of metal against her hole. Harry rubbed and pressed lightly until the ball was sliding inside her along with the bottom half of the hook. Luna was surprised to find out its usage but adapted to the sensation in her bum as the boy at her backside was pinning his legs to the outside of hers so he could pull her arms back. She was starting to feel the strain in her muscles as she pressed into her knees and let him hold most of her weight again, but then he was whispering an Incarcero at her cuffs and at her hair.





She felt her head pulled back taut as the rope circled around the medium point of her mane in a cinching ponytail and then thread through her wrists. The heaviness that snaked out of her arse pulled sharp as well, and with a slow dawning Luna understood that she was being tied together at both ends. The girl moaned long and deep once she realized where he was going to end up with this and sure enough, moments later she felt more ropes start wrapping around her arms and legs interlocking with her binds and pulling her up towards the ceiling. Being tied so completely while being suspended, her breasts throbbing insanely from their starburst ladders of torment; Luna was transported again with the intense saturation of pleasure as it twinned alongside her thudding ache throughout her entire body. This was a bitter sweetness like she had never known. She could hardly believe she was still here, still in her physical self, still under Harry’s control, and simultaneously thrilled and terrified to see what he would do to her next.





“Look at me, Luna.” His voice was so tender, so soft, and the girl tried valiantly to do as he asked through heavy-lids. He was looking back at her with a mixture of compassion and horror, but then it shifted into his hard mask again and the girl whimpered to see it. Harry slapped her lightly across her cheek. “Don’t go zoning out on me again, now. Be a good slave for me.”





Then he was gone from her sight again and she had to rely on what new sensations could get through the wall of throbbing she was sustaining at the moment. But she could faintly feel his hands on her as he crawled underneath her hanging form and started to wrap something to the clamps still tight on her nipples. One tortured peak was suddenly being dragged tightly downward as gravity clawed at her and Harry was doing something to her other breast. Then his hand was fiddling with the cloister of pegs and before she could understand his intentions there was a sudden zipping sound; he appeared to have pulled off the entire round of pins in one go. Luna screamed around her gag as her skin reeled from the shock, but he was already on the second crown and tugging to bring down the next structure. She howled as the pain shot through her although it was mostly the sound to set her off. Her breasts felt ridiculously enormous as they pulsed in steady reverberations. The cries and moans were nonstop from her mouth but the gag muted them as more drool escaped her swollen lips.





When she could see through her tears and look down to the floor, her sight caught hold of the solid weights that were hanging from silver chains attached to her clamps like teardrops. Her nipples were so stretched that it looked obscene, but she felt numbness settle in her flesh after a few minutes and she sighed as she let the looming thud calm her down again. She had to trust that Harry knew what he was doing, she reminded herself through the pea soup fog in her brain right now. Her body was so tense that when she felt Harry thrust his fingers back into her slit, she jumped a mile. He stroked his hand over her haunches to soothe her and spoke in hushed tones as he instructed her to relax.





“You need to settle down, girl. That’s it, take deep breaths. I want you to think about one thing and that’s pleasing your Master. Are you hearing me?” The girl nodded her head as best she could. “Good, I want you totally calm, totally free. I want your cunt open for me to do with however I see fit.”





The boy put both hands up to her ribs right under her stretched tits and then stroked down towards her hips. He did this repeatedly until Luna sighed again and finally let some of the tension roll out of her with his caresses. Her body slumped and she let it dangle in her restraining knot while he relaxed her some more. It felt amazing; she was safe with him, she should never have worried. When her Master’s fingers were sliding back into her waiting core, she simply swooned with his touch. He was kneeling under her body and she loved the way he was directing her so completely, ensnaring every sense and dictating every reaction. She heard him muttering another incantation but she couldn’t make it out, yet there was a distinct crackle in the very air around her and an electrical smell was soon overwhelming her as the power started to swirl around her. Then the crackling seemed to be coming from beneath her, and it was stemming from Harry’s hands, and it was shooting from his fingers right into her quim. The shock was severe enough to pop her eyes open and start her screaming again. As soon as Harry shocked her folds a second time, her body went into a fit as the spasms ran through her.





Yet he didn’t stop there but put his digits back inside her and started to press on her walls, started to finger her so relentlessly that the pressure made it difficult to hold her velvety muscles tight any longer. Apparently that was just what Harry wanted.





“Let go, Luna. I want to see you let go. DO it, I said,” and he brought his other hand up to slap the top side of her fanny once more. He continued to massage her passage with such determination that she had to finally do as he asked and let her muscles cease their grip, let them go slack as the sudden flush of hot liquid poured out of her. Her face burned bright red as she piddled all over the floor like a child who couldn’t hold it in during class, her shame flowing through her instantly in a prickly ladder.





“Good girl, good slave. Don’t hold anything back. Piss yourself for me, bitch,” he coaxed while the urine splashed against his legs.





By the time she had finished, his tongue was in her licking her cunt clean and the girl’s release soon followed. Luna felt as if she had lost all sense of reason with her orgasm and had to let her mind shut down. She was practically insensate but struggled to maintain a partial lucidity so she could give her Master what he wanted to see from her. It was relief she felt a moment later when Harry pushed his shoulder up into her abdomen and spelled all her knots free so that her form fell to either side of him. He was standing up with her slung over him like that and then he was walking to the bed. She sighed heavily around her gag, glad that she would be able to lay on something solid for a while. The sheen of sweat that slicked her skin glinted in the light cast off from the fire as Harry laid her down gently.





The raven-haired wizard was soon undoing the straps from around her legs and she almost cried with the release. He gingerly stretched her legs out and rubbed her stiffened muscles in deep grooves, slowly loosening the tightness that had enveloped them like steel wires. Once he was done, though, he was unsnapping her wrists from each other from behind her back and bringing them over her head to be looped again. He pushed her legs over her head and at first the stretch was wonderful, but then he leaned his body down on them from his perch at her rear, suddenly reaching for something next to him on the mattress as he did so. It appeared to be a nondescript rod and the instant he had it positioned between her spread ankles, he tapped it with his wand so that it secured her legs while keeping them at a distance. Then Harry was clicking her wrist cuffs to her ankles, too, and the exhausted girl was nervous once more. What else could he have planned for her, she thought in amazement. Her Master reached down between the space in her legs to pull up the metal weights that sat heavy on her sternum and soon she could feel her breasts and nipples go taut again as he seemed to be wrapping the ends of the silver teardrops on their chain around her spreader bar several times. Her moans were back now as the numb patches in her body were coming back to life. When she realized that Harry was removing her ballgag next, she was so thankful she began to weep.





“Oh, oh, Ma-master,” she croaked, her throat sore and dry. “Oh, Gods, that-that was so…” but Harry was shushing her as she sobbed.





“None of that, girl. Let’s get you toughened up, yeah? I already know how greedy your cunt is; now we’ve got you base over apex, let’s see what your other box can take. Not going to bottle out on me, are you?” He sounded almost affectionate now and Luna was eager to make him happy.





“No, no, Master, I can do it. I love you; I’ll do anything for you.” Harry grew silent at that but then a few moments later he gave the side of her buttocks a great, hard slap. She let out a barking shout at the startle, but then she was absorbed in feeling as the ball and hook were being dislocated from her back channel.





As soon as Harry had it removed and off to the rest of the discarded pile, his fingers were digging inside of the expanded hole. He pushed in deep with one set of closely grouped probes, while his other fingers were prising her apart. Then he was speaking to her in that sexy low rumble of his and the girl felt herself moisten further to hear it.





“Yeah, tell me what you want, little slut. How badly you want Master to fuck you. I want to hear some begging, for fucks sake, and make it loud,” he demanded as he worked.





Luna could definitely do that. “Master, I need you to fuck me so hard now. My body feels so incredible, I want your cock inside me so deep, please, Master, please fuck me, Gods, fuck me however you want. I just need you, I beg of you, please.” Her pleading grew slightly hysterical as she convinced herself how desperately she needed to feel the boy inside of her.





“You want me to fistfuck you again, whore? Do you? Tell me you want it,” he growled at her.





“I do, I want it, Master,” she enthusiastically responded, but Harry wanted more.





“Tell me that you want me to fist your arsehole. Beg me, Luna!”





“Please! Fist my arse! Please, Master, fist my hole, I want to feel it, want to feel you stretching my bum, I’ll do anything to feel it. Let me suck your cock while you fist me, please!”





It seemed to have the desired effect on him because a brief second later the boy had switched ends to kneel at her head, his jeans gone and his body gloriously nude. He magicked away the bar between her legs; catching the weights in his hand as he did so, and then he was straddling her head, his cock heavy and pendulous as it jutted out across her face. She could see the precum swelled on the tip and hoped it would drop right onto her waiting tongue as it poked out of her open mouth. But her Master had other ideas and he was smacking her cunt to redirect her attention. His wand was back in his hand and she soon felt the familiar itchiness in her passage as he cleaned her then filled her with that cold, gooiness while his fingers went back to exploring her anus, the girl noticing how the black hole continued to get larger in size the more he shoved his fingers in and out. It fascinated her to just watch him for a minute as this was a view she hadn’t ever sought out before, but then her sight was being obliterated as Harry settled his perineum over her nose and let his ballsac rest atop her mouth. He didn’t even have to say anything to her before her teeth were tugging at the skin and she enveloped first one then both testicles into her gob, sucking lovingly as she teased and licked.





Meanwhile, Harry was getting his hand further inside of her, the penetration increasing as all the fingers made their way in and the knuckles slipped past that loosening ring of muscle. He stroked and massaged her inside and she could feel him slide his way down, the pressure huge but satisfying. She was thankful that her Master had seen to it that she had something else to concentrate on; however, as there was still a scary connotation to what he was doing and having his bollocks swollen in her mouth eased her worry. Harry moaned for the first time this evening and the girl’s heart soared, adding more vigor to the way she claimed his offering to her. When his head dipped down and his tongue slipped just inside her gash, her entire body jumped as she screamed around his balls, feeling the power of another orgasm rip through her and then grimacing after as she worried she had bit him too tight. Harry gave her an answer when he leaned back and smacked her coated twat hard again. He seemed to really enjoy doing that to her, and she had to admit it was getting her hotter, even with his fist buried in her botty.





After doing this for while, Luna had lost all sense of time and just opened herself to everything she was feeling with her body’s stress and pleasure. She was completely dazed by it and her movements felt as if she were under hypnosis, but before she could travel too far away, Harry was pulling back and removing her prize, smacking her face lightly as he kept her alert. He had removed his fist and she hadn’t even noticed, her throbbing with its presence still pounding away even after the exit. When she watched him clean his hand and arm, she suddenly realized just how far he’d tunneled into her and her eyes were saucers again. It seemed inconceivable that he could mold her body around him like that. Harry looked down at her contentedly as he cupped her cheek with one hand, the other stroking his prick still over her mesmerized countenance.





“Still want to suck my cock, slave?” he asked her forcefully and the girl only smiled and nodded. “Well, you’re going to have to wait some more; time to get you awake again.”





With that, he was moving around her again, reaching for his pile of tricks and unfastening her binds. He finally removed the sagging weights and clamps from her tortured breasts and the blood rushed back with a prickling roar. She had been allowed to stretch her body out for but a second before he was clipping a long, black leather leash to her collar and pulling her to get off the bed. Luna was a bit sluggish now with the onslaught of stimulation, but she tried to move swiftly as he tugged her to fall to the floor. When she got up on all fours to follow his lead like his pet, he stepped back to her to press down on her head all the way to the ground, then moving back to lift her arse high in the air.





“Yeah, like that, walk with your box out and your nose to the floor. Now, come on, we got more to do and I’ve got to get you back at some point.”





He tugged again and she was crawling for him on her elbows and knees as her legs stayed straight to keep her arse up. Luna felt totally under his command, but rather than feel demoralized or degraded, she felt like she was accomplishing something great and profound. When he told her to lick the boots still on his feet, she didn’t even hesitate. He kicked them off as soon as he was done with her obsequious cleaning, but was then bending down to her legs with the straps still cuffed at her ankles. He was soon roping her up and suspending her again, but this time he simply let her hang upside down, legs spread in a V for victory in her inverted pose. He spanked her arse some more with the paddle, then spent a fair amount of time with a riding crop bearing a whip on the end attacking her torso. After he’d played with her, he’d fallen to his knees in front of her and dropped his mouth to her bits finally and Luna was full of groans and sighs and shouts until Harry decided to shove his cock in her mouth to quiet her. But she was fine with that as she went full-throttle to attend to him, her head swimming and buzzing like it was filled with Blubbering Humdingers over the Black Lake from all the blood rushing down. Harry stopped his playful swotting and licking of her now bright red and insanely puffy folds while taking away his prick, as well. He stood up shakily and held on to her legs, wrapped in a spiral with the black bands that ended at her feet and strengthened her suspension.





Luna could hear his breathing get heavy with a faint wheezing and then one of his hands withdrew from its patch on her leg. The absorbed witch noticed it enough to worry about him for a second, but then she was feeling something splash against her with a shock. She cried out in her surprise as Harry’s warm piss rained over her, hitting her pelvis and abdomen; some of it splattering to her open cunt, and streaming down her body as it dribbled to her neck, behind her ears, trickling to the bottom of her chin, before finally dripping to the floor in a puddle. The boy keened afterwards like he was in pain, but then stared down at her stunned while she moaned for him as the sharpened smell overwhelmed her. After standing there for a few more minutes holding tight to her legs as he let his weight fall to her, the teen finally retrieved his wand and mumbled a faint Tergeo, leaving her suddenly dry and piss-free. She felt sad that he had done that, however, as she thought of it like a bath, she had literally been showered in her Master. But he now wanted another change of pace and they were soon moving again, ultimately landing back on the soiled mattress and Luna free from any restraint while the girl’s mind was still trying to comprehend what had just gone on.





It felt so wonderful and soothing to be lying next to Harry after such an intense session like that, and the girl marveled that she had only come a few times, even though her cunt felt as wide as the Nile River; as massive as Ben Nevis with its snowy peaks. He had certainly shown her a thing or two about endurance and she felt that glowing pride again at herself. The thought made her wonder what her tattoo looked like now, if it had been glowing again during Harry’s tests. She was still powerfully curious to know how it worked and the notion that Harry wanted to give her more of his marks was humbling and powerful at the same time. But then her Master was talking to her as he played with her legs again.





“Just how far can we stretch these, anyway? Can you get them up the way you did before at the Burrow? Yeah, like that, good girl; but go a bit further, bit more, show me how much you want Master’s cock by getting your feet behind your head, slave.”





The pale girl was breathing deep and slow now as Harry stretched and pinned her right leg flat all the way up to her head, trying to twist and bend it so her foot could hook her neck. She had never quite done this before but knew her body was readily limber from all the asanas poses she did during her meditations. Luna pushed herself until her leg loosened enough to fit into Harry’s demands. Once he had her like that, he quickly set on her other ankle and moved to get both legs pliable and her feet like a bow at her nape. She was still surprised when she managed it and her strong scent assailed her as her gaping cunt sat just below her chin as Harry bent her head and tilted her body to one side. Then he was moving his prick to her mouth and muttering a stream of obscenities.





“Merlin, yes, that’s fucking brilliant, fucking slag, I’m going to fuck your mouth hard, and then I’m going to fuck your fanny. You’re going to get your wish, little fucktoy. I want to see my knob all the way down your bloody throat and then some. Open wider for me, cunt. Fuck me, fuck all, fucking beautiful you are.”





Luna let his voice drone on around her while her lips and tongue went to work. Harry was insistent now, pushing to the hilt immediately and barely giving her any time to get used to him. Her throat was still raspy from earlier, but in her sensitive state---still highly aroused although thrumming in that relaxed haze---she was quick to open it up to him again. When he suddenly pulled out of her mug and moved to fill her soaking wet snatch, she moaned long and keening to finally feel him inside her. Yet he had only pumped into her three or four times before he was sliding his prick out and moving it back to her mouth again. Having his steely heat in the flesh of his cock now coated in her juices penetrating her face again was enough to send her swooning once more. Their smells were so tangled together it created a wholly original aroma that she thought of as their purest essence becoming one. Harry hypnotized her again as he continued to bounce back and forth from her mouth to her cunt, the girl only barely aware of the sounds she was making as he did so.





Yet after a seemingly endless loop of this, the boy grew a bit more heated and demanding as he fixated on her sucking again, once again pushing his shaft so deep that she had to gulp around him and remind herself to breathe properly through her nose. Soon, she felt the strangely airy and squishy coldness of a sac at her nostrils and with a slim recognition that Harry had cast the Bubble-Headed charm on her, she mentally prepared herself for more prolonged depths into her esophagus. When he felt she had gotten used to breathing with the aid, he was pushing her again, unbelievably, to open her mouth more. She had her lips already stretched grotesquely as he attempted to fit the rest of his packet inside.





“That’s it, girl, just a little more; take my balls in there, too. Gods, you’re fucking unreal, and you’re all mine. Fucking MINE, slave. Go, go, go down, give me more,” he chanted and Luna did as he wanted, pressed her body and made her jaw stretch until he was buried in her and she felt possessed by him, her cunt pulsing at her like a giant, bloody heart in the corner of the room, the sound amplified until it was all she could hear.





When he was ripped from her she felt blind until a moment later when he was back in her sex again and this time he wasn’t holding back, this time he was like an avalanche over her senses as he gripped the back of her ankles and plunged deep, eventually taking her feet from their cross and wrapping them around his own neck, the two of them completely blurring the lines of where one stopped and the other began, she thought, until he was bringing up a blistering chain of climaxes like a pool of lava with its hot bubbles exploding in its fire, each release like a small supernova, and when she heard her Master shout, heard her Harry come in a roar, she screamed that she loved him, loved him with all of her heart, loved him like no other, and that she would be his forever, this boy who had turned her into a pillar of sensation, this body that could feel again so intrinsically and so overwhelmingly, her batting having all been pulled away from her long ago. She was totally his, totally his vessel. The girl flashed on her beloved Snorkack watching her in her holy place and she felt so free, so blessed, so without shame.





The girl cried when he pulled out of her, in huge gasping gulps of air while he let her legs down. After a bit of that, she might have dozed in and out of consciousness, she wasn’t too sure. Then someone was trying to sit her up, it was him, she thought, her Master was trying to get her to sit up. As fatigued and drained as she felt, she used her last bit of effort to struggle upwards sluggishly. Harry smacked the side of her face a few times to get her focused again, and she popped open her sparkling orbs of silver as she stared at him. He looked worried, then bitter, then remorseful, then mortified. The expressions kept changing like a series of photographs. When he sat back a few yards away from her and spoke, his voice was awed but vaguely despondent.





“Are you back yet? Can you understand what I’m saying?” The wan, but peaceful witch nodded her head, but then offered a quiet yes in answer.





Harry watched her for a seemingly long time before he could talk again, and this time much more sharply and slightly disgusted. He put his hands up to his glasses and pulled at the frames, throwing them down on the bed while he pressed his fingers into his eye sockets.





“Did you like that, Lu?” he asked, and it was good to hear him address her by name again.





“Yes, Master, I loved it. Thank you, it was amazing.” She felt a bit more aware with each second passing but was starting to feel apprehensive again at Harry’s tetchy mood.





“Why? What’s wrong with you?” he suddenly demanded viciously. Luna froze with her smile plastered to her face as she stared back at him with her big, ogling eyes. Why was he acting like this still? Weren’t they done with their roles? Couldn’t he tell her he loved her now?





“I—I don’t understand. Didn’t—wasn’t I supposed to like it?” The girl flashed her eyes to his chest where the gold chain hung down with the weird locket that bore the etched ‘S’. She thought she saw it jerk under her gaze and her skin crawled; the thing was vile and repugnant, she knew it intuitively.





“Well, who would like that other than a whore? Why are you such a degenerate? I’m having a hard enough time as it is, why are you doing this to me?” he cried in exasperation putting his face to his hands again as he groaned as if in pain.





“Harry, I don’t like what you’re wearing. Please take that chain from around your neck.” She didn’t like what it was doing to the vibrations in the room anymore, didn’t like how it was contaminating her Master’s aura. Something wasn’t right.





“Don’t tell me what to do; you’re not the boss of me.” He looked up at her with a glare but then quickly narrowed his gaze and said something that struck Luna’s heart with the force of a thousand spears.





“I fucked Hermione.”





All the blood drained from her as she let her eyeballs go dry from popping out of their sockets. Why would he say that to her? What was he trying to tell her? Her mouth opened and closed like a Grindylow out of water but her voice was gone from her as she felt besieged.





“Did you hear me? Are you going to respond? I said I fu—”





“Yes, Harry, I heard you,” she echoed distantly. She had to calm herself down, the girl thought as she slowly drew from her shock. Perhaps Hermione had been in need of some help and Harry had been there for her the way she had helped Ginny. She had to listen to him to find out the facts, though, before she should feel rejected, before she could feel humiliated that she’d just done all these things with him and he didn’t even need her.





“Well? Is that it; that’s all you have to say about it?” he demanded harshly, but Luna didn’t know what she was supposed to say, only that her heart was thumping quieter and quieter. His eyes looked bigger without his glasses and the green pierced her.





“Why? Did she need comforting, too? Is this because of Ginny?” she wondered softly. Was there meant to be a revenge fuck she didn’t know about? She was under the impression that they had already done the payback.





But she LIKED Hermione, and she was completely aware that the girl was Harry’s best friend. Was she jealous? Is that why she could barely breathe? Luna didn’t get jealous; had no reason to be envious of anyone. She only wanted her friends to be at peace and would do whatever she could to help them achieve that. The besotted girl was perplexed by her reaction. If only Harry would stop acting like he didn’t want her anymore then perhaps her insides would stop churning so fiercely.





“I don’t really know, to be honest. But you know, you fucked Ginny and I fucked Hermione, so I guess we’re even, huh?” he confessed bitterly.





“But…I didn’t really fuck Ginny, Harry. I thought—I thought you had forgiven me for that.” She tilted her head as she crumpled her face in confusion.





“Yeah, well, you practically pushed the girl on me, Lu. Who does that? And just because you don’t have a knob doesn’t mean your tongue up her cunt isn’t fucking. Don’t be fatuous, you know what I meant,” he sneered.





“Why are you so angry with me, Harry? Don’t you want me anymore? I—I thought you wanted me to please you tonight, but you keep saying these hurtful things. Would you rather be with Hermione? Is she giving you something that I can’t?” Her voice sounded whiny and cloying to her ears but Luna tried to think of a way she could do better for him; perhaps she wasn’t giving enough.





“No, actually, quite the opposite in fact, but that’s the problem, isn’t it? She’s a normal girl and she can’t please me because I’m fucked up! I want mad, mad, fucked up shite and that’s not good, is it? But here you are and you let me do whatever mental thing I get in my bloody brain. I’m a headfuck, Luna, why can’t you see that?! You just let me piss on you, for fffffucks sake! You didn’t bat an eye! You moaned, moaned like…like a fr-freak.”





Harry looked completely undone by now; he was shaking and his eyes were huge in his face. Luna wanted to go to him, to wrap herself around him and soothe the beautiful Boy-Who-Lived, but she was afraid of what his reaction would be. She tried to take a practical approach.





“Harry, we know that you just need to express yourself a bit differently. If—if you want to be with other people, I don’t—don’t really mind. That’s just the way you are. As long as you still want me, too, I’ll do what you ask. I belong to you; that’s what you said. I love you.”





“Will you stop saying that?” the boy snapped as if she were being antagonistic. He put his hand back to his forehead and grimaced. “Maybe I’m not supposed to be in a relationship. I mean, I can’t seem to keep my pecker in my pants to save my life. Isn’t that a problem? Why are you okay with it?” He glared back at her dully but Luna didn’t think he would want to hear her answer to that as the words seemed to be upsetting him.





“I sucked off Ron, too,” he suddenly blurted out looking miserable at the reveal. The girl tried to swallow around the constriction in her throat, which was still very sore and hoarse from her earlier efforts, and sought another way to diminish his agitation.





“Did you find it pleasurable? It’s alright if you like boys, as well, Harry,” she allayed. Harry only looked back at her dispirited.





“Yes, well, glad you find it acceptable, but then you like girls, don’t you? He wasn’t too happy with it, though. I probably shouldn’t be touching anyone if this,” and his hand swept over the pile of toys still on the bed with them, “is what gets me off. What are you going to do if I take it too far one day? Can I even go too far with you?” Before she could answer, he was attacking her again in his bitter snarl. “What if I decided to loan you out like a whore because “it pleases me”? How would you feel then, Lu? Or are you really such a slag that you wouldn’t mind it a bit? If I want to see you get fucked in a Slytherin gang-bang, how eager are you going to be to get on all fours and give me a show?”





The tremors were starting to work their way through her arms and into her shoulders as he continued to spew his invectives at her. She didn’t like where this was heading at all, but sure that Harry was not feeling well and that would explain this turn in his character. Would he settle down if she got the chain from his throat removed? Was a particularly vicious strain of Wrackspurts bedeviling him? There had to be a reason for all of this.





“Harry, I think I should be heading back so that you can get some rest. I don’t think you’re feeling very well; you’re a bit piqued and everything seems to be bothering you. The Wrackspurts have most likely nested in your ear. Maybe we should talk about this another time.” Luna wondered if she should take him to Hermione and Ron first, to make sure he would be watched over.





But Harry had moved to grab her wrists all of a sudden. He pushed her back down on the bed and pinned her with his body while his face hovered over her, his eyes darting around hers as he inspected her for a sign of whatever was vexing him. The gold locket hit her chest as it hung from the boy and she recoiled at its touch, yet he paid her reaction no mind as he whispered seductively in her ear what he wanted to do to her.





“You didn’t answer my question, luv. Does it get you wet to think of it? Back with your crew of fans who can’t get enough of the way you blow them? Do you want me to push you to the next level, Luna? Maybe you want me to make you spread your legs and let them fuck you. Make you take two cocks up your cunt while you suck another off and let them come all over you until you’re swimming in it. Just a little cumbucket, aren’t you? Isn’t that true, slut?” He had snaked his hand into her hair while he spoke and was now gripping it forcefully as he tugged her head up.





Luna whimpered at the strain but it wasn’t really the pain she was reeling from. Harry’s words were filling her head with pictures she didn’t want to see; taking her to those dark places that she stayed away from at all costs. She wanted nothing more than to get away from the boy now and she put her hands up to his shoulders to push him back, somehow hoping it would ward her from the evil permeating from his bauble. Yet Harry was persistent and doggedly kept up his strew of pornographic suggestion.





“Yeah, I think you’d love it. How many boys could you take on all at once, whore? If you’d like, I can throw Pansy to sit on your face, too. Or do you want me to tie you up for them and watch while I let a line of everybody coming from their dorms have at you, let them have a piece of Loony Lovegood so they can all hear you moan like the sick bitch you are as they fill you with their seed. ‘Cause you’ll do anything won’t you? Anything for me; your Master. Those men by your house that day really trained you well, didn’t they?”





She couldn’t hear anymore, had to make him stop. Luna screamed out for help as the visions overwhelmed her, the images coming back to her in a stream of what they had done to her. She wanted to be violently ill but she couldn’t get Harry off of her, couldn’t get that horrible piece of gold to stop touching her as the memories continued to churn, and then she was screaming, screaming until she could drown him out. She felt him slap her as if it were from miles away but still she screamed, her throat raw and feeling like it was being ripped to shreds but not caring. The girl screamed until it was suddenly blissfully black.






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Hermione sat on her stool as she held her head in her hands and racked her brain for a solution. The frazzled witch had already looked through the tent twice for the Horcrux but the voice that spoke up in the back of her head told her that it was with Harry and she knew it. Why had he taken it, though? She worried that it had taken him over completely, that she would have to deal with the fact that Harry was not thinking in his right mind and she would have to fix the problem. Well, first she would have him stop wearing it, she remedied, but how long would it be before he was back to his regular self and what would she have to contend with in the meantime? The young woman wondered where he was again. She had tried to use her tracking charm on his footsteps in the snow, but then they had disappeared and she imagined he had Apparated the rest of the way. Running around on the moors in the dead of night looking for a small dwelling did not sound like the best plan of action. Hermione just hoped that he would be easier to deal with once he’d been with the girl and she could slowly ween him away from its influence once he was back.





She thought she heard a crunch of leaves to her left and held out her wand in its Lumos like a torch. There had been several animals out tonight, and she had seen a wolf run by not too long ago, but this sounded like a heavier footfall, definitely human and she breathed a sigh of relief.





“Harry? Are you out there?” she whispered as her breath turned to a frigid white cloud in front of her.





There was no answer, however, but then she soon saw them walking out from behind one of the trees. It was Harry and he was carrying Luna in his arms, her head drooping backwards in a faint. Hermione cried out and ran towards them.





“Oh no, what’s happened?! Harry? Is she alright?” She had caught up to them and went to reflexively put her fingers to Luna’s pulse in her throat. It was beating with some determination but not particularly strong.





“Can you just help me get her inside first, ‘Mione?” Harry gritted out as he carried the blonde up to the tent. Hermione pulled the flap back so he could enter and then hurried in behind him while she went to drape back the blankets on one of the cots so Harry could lay the girl down.





She looked at him expectantly once he stood up from settling her onto the frame but he remained silent. “Harry, please tell me what’s gone wrong. What’s happen to Luna?” she prompted again.





“I had to Stun her,” was his monotonous reply. Hermione was shocked by this, but her friend’s blank face was even more cause for worry.





“Why? Harry, just tell me, for God’s sake! Sit down and start from the top,” she demanded but Harry was shifting nervously now and refused to look her in the eyes. He fiddled with his hands while he refrained from offering an explanation.





“Fine, then,” she muttered and pointed her wand at Luna. “Rennervate,” she commanded just as she heard Harry start to loudly protest. Yet he was too late and in another second the girl was waking and looking around her fearfully. As soon as she laid her eyes on Harry, she leapt backwards and turned to scramble against the canvas of the tent looking for a way out aimlessly, a babbling chorus of distress rushing from her lips. Hermione bent down to calm her but Luna jumped violently at the touch and her eyes bulged crazily from her sockets. She appeared absolutely insensible.





“Luna, Luna, it’s okay, you’re with us, it’s alright,” she tried to assuage but the normally serene witch still looked terrified and Hermione suddenly felt a stab in her gut as she swiveled her head to Harry. He stood there looking guilty as he’d ever been, his face hanging in shame. She stomped over to him and pulled at the neckline of the jumper, seeing the gold flash at her just as she expected. She reached into his shirt and wrapped her fingers around the links pulling with all her might until it snapped free from his neck. Harry flinched in the action but kept his eyes wide on her and did nothing.





Hermione let the locket dangle from her fist as she accused her friend. “What did you to do her?!” She thought of the way Harry had grabbed her by the neck, how cold and deadly he had seemed in that moment. She let her rage fill her that he was slipping away from her and with her other hand suddenly slapped him hard across the face. “Answer me! What did you to her, Harry!?” she shouted.





The boy looked as if he were going to cower from her as he let his form stay in the twist from her slap, but then he straightened himself and looked back, his face blank again and his mouth sealed. Luna whimpered and Hermione turned her attention back to the girl, running over to the cot to see what she needed as she sat on the edge of the flat bed while flinging the Horcrux to Ron’s empty one distastefully.





“Luna, are you okay? Talk to me. What do you need?” she comforted. Luna pulled away from her for a moment and flashed her a pained face before settling back into her dreamy gaze, allowing Hermione to stroke her arm finally as she attempted to pull herself together.





“I—I need to get back to school, I think,” her voice quavered. Hermione was aware that the girl was in no shape whatsoever to Apparate, especially to such a long distance. She’d get herself splinched for sure and would be banned from getting her license. She tried to coax her to stay until she was rested properly.





“No, let’s not worry about that just now. You need to get yourself situated first before you try to Apparate, Luna. Maybe you should rest here a bit until you’re feeling better. You don’t look so good. Let me make you some tea, alright?” She tried to offer a smile of encouragement, and it suddenly hit her that she was in the company of a person that wasn’t Harry or Ron. She felt a weight lift for a second before the scene reminded her that she had a bit of madness still to attend to. The girl seemed willing to listen to her reason, though, and she nodded as she closed her eyes then lay down to curl in a ball while Hermione got up to put the kettle on.





The bushy haired girl glared at Harry on her way over; he was sitting on the bench and staring at Luna in a slack horror. His face was reddened where she’d hit him and her hand still burned from the impact but she ignored him and went to fix the cup for the distressed girl, a million awful scenarios running through her head as she tried to figure out what happened. He wouldn’t have…he couldn’t have forced himself on her, could he? The thought seemed unreal to her, but then his dark face flashed into her head again as he had held her over the table. She glanced quickly at him to see that he hadn’t moved an inch, still frozen with his mouth hanging open. Thinking that she had to get them both back to rights, she made sure to start a second cup.





Hermione took care of Luna first, walking back to sit by her side while she hushed softly that she would feel better once she’d had a cuppa to strengthen her constitution. Luna took the mug with trembling hands and murmured a polite, if a bit stiff, thank you. The sharp witch looked over her surreptitiously for any sign of bruises or tears and wondered briefly why the girl was in her school robes.



“Do you want to take those off and get warmed up under the blanket?” she offered, but Luna only pulled the material closer to her body and shook her head vehemently.





Hermione smoothed her hand over her friend’s crown of white-gold tresses and the girl visibly shuddered under her touch. Her hand stopped in mid stroke as the thought tumbled into her head that Harry had probably told Luna about the two of them tonight. A prickly heat crept up into her face as she swallowed attempting to beat back her shame. Being alone out here in the wilderness day in and day out with only Harry it had been so easy to forget about the rest of the world, so easy to forget that there were other people who cared for him when it suited her. Her mind had been consumed with Horcruxes and finding significance in fables, all while she fretted over one boy and took solace in another. She tried to inject her apology into her voice as she spoke to the distraught girl tenderly.





“You can stay here until morning if you’d like. However you got out of the castle, it’ll be a bit of a trek to get back to your room. Best to just nap here until you’re ready for the journey. You might as well wait until you can slip back in with the crowds on their way to breakfast,” she suggested.





Although Luna’s face remained towards her, she caught the girl’s eyes dart quickly to the side in Harry’s direction. She licked her lips slowly and then stared at a point over Hermione’s shoulder as she talked in her dreamy, far-off way, but this time with a thread of dread running through. “I don’t know if that’s such a good idea,” she breathed.





“Nonsense, Luna; I promise, it’ll be alright. You lie down and get some rest and I’ll—I’ll chat with Harry for a bit. I’ll wake you when it’s time for you to head back. I just don’t want you to hurt yourself. Trust me, you need to have your wits about you before you leave.”





The overwhelmed witch finally consented and handed Hermione back her unfinished tea. She went to lie down but then got up and stared at the cot with some worry, looking over to the bed next to them where the necklace sat in a coil like a snake laying in wait for dinner. Luna put her hand to her throat causing Hermione to grimace a little to see her fingers flex nervously around that infernal collar’s hoop. Of all she could accept about Harry’s different relationship with the girl, this one detail still stuck in her craw. Still, the blonde looked uncertain and Hermione stepped in to suggest another sleeping arrangement.





“Did you want to sleep on that cot instead?” she asked, wholly aware that Luna was currently on Harry’s bed. Luna looked at her sheepishly as she slowly nodded her head.





“Can you remove that dreadful thing first?” the girl implored and Hermione was stunned that Harry might have shared the nature of the Horcrux with his girlfriend. What had he been thinking?





“Of course,” she acknowledged and then pulled the loathsome object away while she got Luna settled into a new bed. Once she had her supine again, she rubbed her back until she could hear the girl’s measure breathing as she fell asleep. The poor thing looked exhausted under the lamp’s glow as it flickered over her pale face. Then Hermione slunk over to where Harry still sat, practically in the same position as when she’d left him. He was staring at the floor and his shoulders sagged. She hesitantly sat by him but felt that she was the only person in this tent with the wherewithal to get them through this episode and would have to gulp back her fear of her friend’s ominous disposition to get him to open up. She looked to his knees as she started to talk to him in low murmurs.





“Are you going to finally tell me what happened?” she asked faintly. Harry continued to stare into the ground as he croaked out an answer.





“I said some horrible things to her,” he confessed and then let a deep shudder run through him.





“Why don’t you talk about it, Harry, it might help.” He looked so depressed that she wanted to console him, letting her compassion creep through as she pleaded with him.





He finally turned to seek out her face, his eyes huge as he stared her down. “I think there’s something wrong with me, Hermione,” he intoned, his voice full of anguish. She searched her friend’s emerald eyes for a sign that he was still with her, still Harry.





“Harry, listen to me, the locket has been doing a bad bit of business on us both. I think you need to stop wearing it for a while until the effects lessen. It’s messing with your head, Harry. There’s nothing wrong with you, it’s the locket,” she insisted. “Why did you even take it with you tonight?” She was still bewildered by his move.





“I don’t know, it just felt like I was supposed to,” he droned before he grimaced again with his eyes going unseeing for a moment. He put his hands to his face to hide briefly as he exhaled shakily and when he looked back at her again Hermione’s chest hurt to see him so tortured. His hand shot out to grab her wrist and her breathing stopped for a second, but then he was pleading with her as his eyes turned watery and his mouth opened as his breathing hyperventilated.





“It’s me, Hermione. I’m—I’m wrong, there’s something in me that isn’t supposed to be there. I don’t know how to get rid of it, but it’s there, I know it. I’m WRONG,” his voice rose in a cry. Hermione was suddenly in the grip of fear again, but this time it was for her friend not from him. Tears started to fall down his cheeks from under his black frames and his racked moans filled the tent as his hold tightened around her. “Maybe I wasn’t supposed to survive, Hermione, when he came for me, I was supposed to die. It keeps telling me so. I hate feeling like this, but it’s poisoning everything. Look at what I did to you, ‘Mione, and now I’ve done it to Luna, too. I’m not normal, I’m NOT!”





The Boy-Who-Lived was now openly choking in his sobs and Hermione realized she had never even seen her friend cry before; seeing his anguished grief was alarming her and she felt her rational self fracture again while she struggled to keep her composure, struggled to keep her friend from shattering.





“Harry! Please! You have to calm down! It isn’t true, it isn’t. You’re a good person, Harry, you are. We’re…we’re just having a rough patch right now, but you mustn’t let it crush you! Please, there’s nothing wrong about you. I know who you are, Harry, you’re my friend, I love you. You’re NOT the problem, I promise.” But as much as she insisted it was so, Harry moaned his mantra until she had her arms around him and he clung to her fiercely. She rocked him back and forth as her hand flew to the back of his head and cradled him.





It took a while before she could finally get him half-way settled down; Harry folding into his self-loathing but willing to take her consolation. She whispered to him that it was the locket; they had to reduce their contact with it and everything would seem clear again, she felt it in her bones. Harry would only give her a placating nod, but eventually she was able to get him to speak. She guided him into telling her what had started all of these bad thoughts and he haltingly told her a brief description of what had transpired between him and Luna; how they had gotten very invested in their dominant and submissive roles but that Harry had gone to the extreme once more, how he had been cruel to her because of some driving force, some deep-seated fear in his gut that kept burning him like acid. He admitted that his dreams had been getting worse, that he’d been having visions from Voldemort, some of them quite shocking. He felt the insidious touch of the madman infecting him at all hours and he’d been sick with it.





Hermione felt gutted to hear that he’d been under such duress while they’d been having at their antics late at night. Why hadn’t she investigated his dark moods earlier? Her friend had needed her and she’d been caught up in her own methods of escape. It hurt her to see him so bereft and she worried that she’d be able to help him move beyond it. She put her hand to his cheek as his deep heaves still coursed through from his crying.





“Harry,” she whispered again, intent on getting him to sleep, “let’s get you to bed and we’ll talk some more in the morning. Luna will be alright and you’ll see; it will all look better in the brightness of daylight. We can get through this, trust me. We’re going to Godric’s Hollow and we’re going to find that sword. Once that Horcrux is gone, we’ll know how to deal with the rest of them more cautiously.” She tried to smile at him hopefully, but he appeared abject even as he still held to her tightly.





Then the silence in the tent was suddenly pierced by a blood-curdling scream. Luna had sat up straight in her cot and her mouth was wide open as the howl went out into the night.





“Mum! MUM!! Help me, Mummy, please! Make them stop!!” The blonde was quite hysterical as her cries tore through Harry and Hermione still clasped to each other, both frozen in their shock for a second before they were leaping up and running to her side.





Hermione grabbed either side of Luna’s arms as she tried to get the blonde to focus on her face and out of her nightmare. “It’s alright! Sweetheart, we’re here, you’re okay!” she assured her but the girl was wild as her sobs and moans grew fiercer. Then Harry was calling her name and she immediately turned to lock eyes with him. He cupped a hand to her face and shushed her in soft whistles, repeating her name in plaintive whispers until the girl had stopped her terror and was completely fascinated by him, her eyes like bright moons.





“Baby, it’s okay, no one can hurt you. I’m here, Lu, I’m here,” he murmured sweetly to her.





“Harry?” the girl beseeched with a guttural sob.





“Yes, luv, it’s Harry, you’re safe.” Her response was swift as she barreled into his arms and shattered into more sobs. Harry closed himself around her and squeezed tight, the two trying to bury themselves into each other, Hermione felt. Luna moaned his name over and over into his neck until he had subdued her enough that they were both just rocking, so much like Hermione had been with him only moments ago. The brunette was already emotionally knackered but just watching them was enough to exhaust her to want sleep for at least a day.





An hour later found her still awake, however, as she sat on her bunk and stared at the couple the next bed over, deep in sleep and still wrapped in an embrace. She supposed that she should get back outside to stand guard while they slumbered, but for whatever reason she felt the need to stay. Hermione could already see a lightening from the skies that shone on their tent and reasoned that the dawn was not too far away. She had to make sure that Luna was awake in time to get back to Hogwarts safely.





And then she and Harry had to have a long talk.













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Cool, creepy painting that reminds me of our couple
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