Potions and Parchment Match

Hi Everyone,
I am going to take a second to answer a few questions and comments. They are in no special order so don’t feel slighted if you are not the first person answered or are the last one responded to. And if I don’t respond to you, it’s because I’ve answered your question in another response or I really didn’t understand what you were talking about. Punctuation is a great thing, it really makes it easier for the reader to know what the writer means…

Lonewolf: No, I don’t write any anime or anything else but Harry Potter and some of my own original work. By the way, what does leaving it soprano style mean?

Phoenix: Don’t worry about Ron. If you have read anything else from me then you will guess what will happen with him…sometimes a guy needs a little reality check before he realizes he’s a dumbass and starts acting normal…

Anon: Molly pisses me off too. In cannon she is always butting in to everything and it drives me crazy…I have an idea for her that should set her in her place as well.

Tenar: I think that mothers are blind to the faults of their children, and even when they really see what is going on, they choose to ignore it. Who wants to acknowledge that the kid they raised is a complete and utter prat. Molly will lose her blinders about Ron before I am done.

Kazfeist: Don’t worry; there will be lots of babies! But who’s will they be? Mrs. Longbottom will be confronted in a most unexpected way…

Lily: steamy sex scene is coming up, see below, lol!

Diana: Don’t worry, couples won’t separate, they can’t, remember? MOM is forcing them together whether they like it or not!

I can’t believe nobody has commented on Romilda and what will happen with her…she is definitely not done yet…Now, on with the story.


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“Hurry up, or we’re going to be late!” Hermione said rushing over to her vanity and grabbing her brush. She quickly jerked it through the tangles in her hair and sighed in exasperation. “I hate my hair,” she muttered to her reflection in the mirror.

Draco came up behind her and kissed the side of her cheek. “I love your hair,” he said leaning in and breathing the fruity scent of her shampoo.

“That’s because you don’t have to comb it,” she said reaching for her wand.

“Let me,” he said pulling his own wand out and muttering a quick charm, “Saeta restituo.”

“Wow!” she gasped with a grin. Her bushy hair was pulled up and styled in a flattering style that left bouncy curls framing her face. “How do you know all of these charms, Draco?” she asked.

He grinned. “My mum. She spends more time in front of the mirror than anyone else I have ever known. I used to sit for hours watching her get ready for a party. I was bound to pick up a few points here and there,” he said.

“I’m glad you did,” she said admiring his work.

“Have I told you this evening how beautiful you truly are?” he smiled. She was wearing a long black skirt with a slight slit in the back to her knees, a red Christmas jumper with a v-neck collar that showed the tops of her creamy white breasts, and had white snowflakes knitted into a festive pattern, and a pair of two inch pumps. She was stunning.

“No, and I am feeling quite neglected,” she flirted.

“Shame on me for neglecting a beauty such as you, Miss Granger. Here, perhaps this will help to make amends,” he said reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small box. He pulled the lid off and lifted a beautiful heart shaped emerald pendant that was attached to a white gold chain. He smiled when she gasped and he reached down and fastened it around her neck. “I’ve charmed this pendant to alert me if you ever need me,” he said with a wicked raise of his eyebrows.

“Oh Draco, you’re a pervert, but I love it!” she said admiring the dark green stone that sparkled between her breasts. “You spoil me,” she said.

“For the rest of your life,” he promised. He reached out and gently wiped the tear the slid down her face away. “Come love, my mother is no doubt already at your parent’s home wondering where we are.”

“We must not be late for Christmas diner!” she smiled at him. “I hope you know how much I have come to love you,” she said, looking deep into his blue eyes.

“Not nearly as much as I love you,” he vowed.

They joined hands and left their dorm room and made their way out of the castle to the apparition point. They had planned to go to Malfoy Manor after the wedding, but Molly had scared Draco enough that he had immediately forgotten their plans and returned to the castle where they spent an enjoyable day in each other’s arms. Moments later they stood on the front steps of her family home.

“Wait,” he said gently grabbing her arm before she could open the door.

She turned and faced him. “What?”

Draco pulled his wand out of his pocket. “I’ve been thinking about this all day. I know that we are getting married, but I want more. A ceremony forced on us by the ministry of magic doesn’t begin to describe how I feel about you.”

“Draco!” she gasped. “Do you mean…”

“Yes, I think we should.”

“Are you sure? Its forever.”

“Marriage is also forever,” he whispered.

“But if one of us dies, the other will be forever alone with their grief to eat away at them. I don’t want you to pine for me. With marriage you would still have a chance to find happiness somewhere else.”

“I don’t want to live without you, and I don't want to be with anyone else.” he vowed in a harsh whisper.

Hermione felt the tears well up in her eyes. “I don’t want to live without you either,” she whispered reaching for her own wand.

Together they said, “With all that I am, heart and soul, I bind myself to you for eternity. With my magic and my blood mixing with your magic and your blood let us be as one.” A bright pink light engulfed them as they each cut a small wound on the others hand. Clasping their bleeding hands together they finished the ancient ritual with, “With my sacred vow made freely to you, we are now one.” Seconds later their lips met and the pink light turned red and then disappeared.

“You are mine,” Draco claimed pulling her tightly against him and crushing her lips with another demanding kiss.

“My husband,” she whispered with a smile.

“My wife,” he grinned.

“Our mothers are going to be furious,” she grinned back.

“They’ll have their day next week when we have our flashy society wedding. Malfoy’s always marry in style,” he said arrogantly.

“You, Mr. Malfoy, just married a Mudblood, on the front steps of a Muggle home with only the stars for company,” she said saucily.

“I’d do it again in a second too. Now, let’s face our mothers. Perhaps your father and I can have a drink while you tell them?”

Hermione laughed. “Not a chance, you big chicken! You can be the brave wizard that I know you are and face them.” She opened the door and yelled, “Happy Christmas! We’re here and we just got married!”

Three stunned faces turned and looked at the young couple. “What?” the mothers gasped as one.

Draco draped his arm around Hermione’s shoulder and said, “Malfoy’s always know how to make an entrance, isn’t that right Mother?” he grinned.

For once, Narcissa Malfoy was speechless.



“Where is your twin?” Molly demanded as she clutched George by the ear, marching with him into the family parlor.

“Mum!” he squealed. “You’re hurting my ear!”

“Be thankful that is all I’m hurting right now!” she hissed. “Where is that rotten twin of yours?” she asked again.

“I don’t know!” And he didn’t. Fred had disappeared as soon as they saw their mother coming. When he did catch up to him though he would give him a piece of his mind for leaving him alone with their mother.

“Why? Why did you do it, George Weasley? Hasn’t Ronald had a bad enough week already? Getting turned into a weasel by that horrid girl, and then getting dumped! You and your brother scared him half to death while he was a weasel and then this stunt you pulled today!” she shouted at the top of her lungs. “How could you?”

“Oh, Mum! He deserved it! He acts like a spoiled git all of the time. He needed to be…”

“Nobody deserves to be publicly humiliated in front of his friends and family!” she shouted. “He thought you cut his balls off, George”

George winced when his mother used the word “balls”. He looked across the room and saw his bride stand serenely in the door way listening to argument between mother and son. On the other side of the room at the bottom of the stairway stood his father. George could tell he was disappointed by the expression on his face. “Dad,” he started.

“Don’t speak to him George Weasley!” Molly shrieked pulling tighter on his ear. “I am not through with you yet!”

“Molly,” Arthur said trying to get his wife’s attention. After almost thirty years of marriage he knew that when she was this angry there was no stopping her until she ran out of steam.

“Don’t you dare defend him, Arthur!” she shouted across the room to her husband. “After what he did to Ron! To defend him!”

“I was not defending him, dear,” he soothed. “I thought perhaps you might let go of his ear though.”

“Yes, I would like my new husband to retain both of his ears,” Luna said stepping into the room. At the same time Ginny came down the stairs behind her father. She had heard the shouting and was happy it was not directed at her. She knew that her time would be fast approaching though.

“I am sorry that this is the welcome into the family that you have received, dear,” Molly said in a quieter voice. “I am ashamed of my son’s behavior today.”

“Shame is a funny thing. Shame is felt differently by all. One person’s shame is another person’s joy. One person’s joy is another person’s sorrow. One person’s sorrow is another person’s anger. One person’s anger is another person’s shame.”

All eyes in the room turned to stare at the fey like young woman who stood and stared Molly Weasley down. “Well,” Molly said.

“Brothers have a special bond that only they can understand and appreciate. Twins and even stronger one,” she said looking at her husband. “When a brother takes advantage of the other it is with the understanding and knowledge that that advantage will be turned to the other brother at a later time. Anger and revenge are the same as humor and pranks in a relationship between brothers.”

Molly let go of George’s ear and flopped down onto the couch. George took the opportunity to take the chair furthest from his mother. He looked around the too quiet room and wondered if he could make a quick getaway. One look at his wife’s face and he discarded that idea.

“That was very well said, Luna,” Arthur said as he sat down next to his wife.

“It’s not a mothers place to step in between the bond of brotherhood,” she said, looking at Molly.

“Not a mothers place!” Molly sputtered.

“Not a mothers place,” Luna agreed.

“They were going to hurt him!” Molly argued.

“While what they did was vulgar and really quite disgusting, they didn’t leave a single visible mark on him. Ron’s anger will turn to revenge and that revenge will turn to humor when he completes it. His humor will then be passed along on a never ending cycle of brotherhood. No one alive will stop it.”

“You don’t understand!” Molly argued. “You aren’t a mother!”

Luna smiled serenely. “Yes I am. I am just not a mother of son’s.” She turned and held her hand out to her husband. “George, are you ready?”

George didn’t need to be asked a second time. “Definitely!”

“I’m not done with you yet, George Weasley!” Molly shouted, jumping up from the couch.

Arthur placed a restraining arm around his wife. “Let them go, dear. It’s their wedding night.”

“But what about Ron?” she demanded.

“Ron’s a big boy, he’ll be fine. When he cools off he’ll be back.”

George and Luna quickly made their getaway as Arthur held his wife in his strong arms. Ginny quietly made her way back up the stairs wanting to avoid her mother’s wrath being turned on her.



“Do you think that she’ll like me?”

“I’m sure that she’ll glower and try to intimidate you,” Neville hedged.

“But will she accept me?”

Neville snorted. “She’s never accepted me, so I doubt you’ll be any different. The good thing is that we don’t have to live with her.”

“I don’t want to cause a rift between you and your grandmother.”

“She’s the cause of the relationship that we have. She has been cold and distant my entire life. She has made it clear that I was a burden she had to bare. She has no love in her heart for anyone, not even herself. The best you can do is be polite and hope for the best.”

“I don’t know if I can just sit passively by and let someone try and intimidate me,” Millie said with a frown.

“Then don’t. Just be you. That’s who I like to be around so we just won’t worry about her.”
Millie smiled at her husband. “Do you really?”

Neville wrapped his arms around his wife. “Of course I do! We’ll have a long and happy life together. It might not have started out under the best of circumstances, but if we both work hard we can rub along nicely.”

“When will you talk to her about your Mum?”

Neville stepped back and Millie could see him school his emotions. “When she’s ready to come home. I don’t want to tip my hand in case she can stop what I am trying to accomplish.”

“I know it will work out, Neville. Soon your Mum will be here and everything will be wonderful!”

Neville smiled. “As long as Romilda leaves us alone.”

Millie laughed. “I heard that McGonagall sent her to Beaubatons to finish the school year.”

“Really?” Neville asked in surprise. “Who’d you hear that from?”

“Slytherins have their way of finding things out,” she joked. “Shall we?” she said nodding towards the huge wooden doors that were closed in front of them.

Neville looked up at the large imposing house in front of him. It had never been a home to him even though it was where he had spent the first eleven years of his life. He didn’t have happy memories to fall back on of another time to make the house seem more welcoming. His life before Hogwarts had been spent in isolation and loneliness with a strict grandmother as his only company. “If we must,” he said opening the door.

“Master,” a house elf said bowing on the floor in front of him. “I’s was s’posed to let you in!” he cried as he slammed his head into the floor. “I’s a bad elf not serving the young master!” he shouted as he continued to punish himself.

“Glum! Get off the floor!” Neville said in horror. He hated it when the elves punished themselves.

“Glum is bad, master!” the elf said ignoring him and continued to beat his head on the marble floor.

“Now, Glum! I wanted to open the door myself!”

Glum stopped and looked up at the horrified young couple. “Truly, Master?”

Neville and Millie both nodded. “Yes!”

Glum stood up and bowed again. “Glum is here to serve the young master!”

“This is my wife, Millie,” Neville said.

“A wife!” he exclaimed in joy. “Master has a wife!”

“I would like you to prepare the bed chamber next to mine for her use,” he commanded.

“Oh yes, Master!” he said joyously. “Glum will go now!” he said disappearing into the air.

“I wonder why your grandmother did not announce our marriage to the house elves.” Millie said as she glanced around the foyer. There was grey marble floors, white and beige walls separated by a chair rail and thick moldings and baseboard trims. The room was elegant without being overly done. It was modern, which surprised Millie as she had assumed the house would be old and stuffy like most pureblood manors tended to be.

“It probably wasn’t important enough for her to bother with. My grandmother does not bother with anything she deems trivial and my marriage, as long as it was to an acceptable witch, would be considered trivial.”

Millie snorted. “You would think she would want to hand pick the mother of the next Longbottom heir.”

“I would have if the Ministry of Magic had not stepped in and demanded that Neville marry the witch of their choosing!” a gravelly voice boomed from a doorway that led into a sitting room.

“Grandmother!” Neville jumped. “We did not see you sitting in there,” he said walking towards her and giving her a perfunctory kiss on the cheek. “How good it is to see you.”

“I’m sure,” she said, her voice heavy with sarcasm. “Well don’t hover in the foyer, its rude,” she said retreating into the room she had just vacated. She marched like a drill sergeant to a blue wingback chair at the far side of the room and elegantly sat and perched on the end, legs neatly folded beside her. “So this is your bride,” she said looking at Millie from head to toe. “At least she has good bloodlines,” she said dismissing her.

“Grandmother, this is Millicent, my wife.”

“I know who she is! Do you think I have grown old and feeble and can’t read the marriage certificate that the Ministry sent to me? Not to mention the articles in the Daily Profit talking of jilted fiancés, practically left at the altar as the two of you ran off and married without permission.”

Neville flushed at his grandmothers harsh words. “Hardly without permission, Grandmother. Kingsley Shaklebolt himself married us.”

“He is not the head of this household, and you will do well to remember that, boy!” she hissed.

“Actually, Grandmother, as of last July I am the head of the Longbottom family,” he gently reminded her.

Millie sat next to her husband on the sapphire upholstered sofa watching the by-play between Neville and his grandmother. He seemed to be holding his own but she could tell that his grandmother was about to explode. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Longbottom,” she started.

“Shut your nattering, girl!” she said, effectively shutting Millie up. “How dare you assume, Neville, that I will just hand over the reins of this house to you and your…bride,” she said hissing out the word. “I have been head of this family for more years than I care to count and…”

“And it is time for you to step down,” he gently interrupted. “When Millie and I graduate this spring, we will be taking over the Manor and with it all the family obligations. I would hope that you would understand that is the way in our world, Grandmother. This is why we purchase dower homes for our brides.”

Augusta Longbottom was stunned. She never thought that she would see the day that her soft spoken and mild grandson would stand up to her. He had spent his life bowing to all of her wishes and demands with barely a word in rebuke. Now, all of the sudden, he was refusing to show her the proper respect she was due. “You!” she turned on Millie. “This is all your doing!” she hissed. “How dare you presume to enter my family and turn my grandson away from me?”

Millie glared. “I have done no such thing! Neville has a mind of his own that has nothing to do with me!” she said, still calm.

“He would never come up with this ridiculous idea on his own!”

“What ridiculous idea?” Millie asked. “You mean the one where you retire to your dower? He didn’t come up with that one, some wizard centuries ago did, and I am sure it was to divest himself of some controlling relative he couldn’t stand to be around!”

“Don’t presume to know things you know nothing about!” Augusta shouted, standing up.

“Why are you shouting at me? I have done nothing wrong!” Millie shouted back standing as well. The two witches stood across the room glaring at each other.

“Grandmother, Millie!” Neville said, also standing. “Let’s calmly discuss this. Grandmother, you knew that this day would come. You had to know that when I brought my bride home you would be expected to turn the manor over to us.”

“I will not leave my rooms. I have lived in this manor for over fifty years and I plan to stay here!” she fumed. “This is my home!”

Neville turned to Millie. “Her rooms are on the opposite side of the manor from ours,” he said, not wanting to force his grandmother out if she felt that strongly about it. He hadn’t realized things would get so out of control.

Millie was torn. She really didn’t care if the old woman lived in the house or not. It was huge and she suspected that they could go for days without running into each other. However, she knew that if Augusta stayed she would continuously fight Neville for control. When Alice Longbottom returned home there would also be an entire new set of problems. Millie hated to oust the old woman from her home. She didn’t think it was right to force her to leave the place she resided for the past fifty years because it was “expected” of her. “It’s up to you, Neville.”

Augusta smiled and sat back down. She knew her grandson well enough to know he would not force the issue. “Now that that is settled, shall we have some tea?”

Neville stared for a moment at his grandmother and then sat back down pulling Millie down beside him. “Tea sounds lovely, Grandmother.”

Millie and Augusta looked at each other across the room. Neither one of them was fooled with the other. They both had sized up their “competition” and knew what was to come. Poor Neville was oblivious to the undercurrents surrounding him. Augustus was startled when she saw the girl move her left hand to cover Neville’s.

“I see that you have taken the girl to meet your parents. Really, Neville, I am surprised that you have taken your mothers ring.”

Neville was taken aback. “Mother gave the ring to Millie when I told her who she was.”

Augusta snorted. “We both know that your mother hasn’t a clue who you are, let alone who your bride is. Really, Neville, it’s time to let go of your foolish fantasy that your parents are going to rejoin the living and come home.” Just then a house elf appeared with a tray of tea and biscuits. “How do you take your tea, my dear,” she mocked towards Millie.

“Actually, I don’t care for tea. Perhaps you have some pumpkin juice?” she asked sweetly.

“Of course, my dear,” Augusta smiled back. “Brownie, bring Millicent some juice,” she said to the waiting house elf. A moment later the elf handed Millie a large glass of cold juice.

“Thank you,” Millie smiled. “You are too kind.”

“Anything for my new Granddaughter,” Augusta replied.

“Grandmother, I don’t think that my mother is as out of it as you think,” Neville said, defending his mother.

“You have read entirely too many fairy tales. Let go of your fantasies!” the older witch snapped.

“It’s not a fairy tale, Grandmother!” he snapped. “I know that she recognizes me! I can feel it!”

Augusta narrowed her eyes and studies the young wizard before her. Why was he being so insistent upon this? Usually he dropped the subject.

Millie could see the wheels in Augustus’ mind were turning. She squeezed her hand against Neville’s in warning and said, “I think that when you have longed for something for so long it is hard to let go of it. I am sure Neville is just feeling sentimental right now because of our marriage,” she softly laughed. “I can imagine what he will be like when our children are born!”

Augusta glanced at the witch’s midsection and bluntly asked, “Are you increasing?”

Millie smiled sweetly. “If I’m not, it’s not for lack of trying!”

Neville choked on his tea and Augusta gasped.



George stepped out of the shower and quickly dried himself off with the plush green towel that sat on the counter next to the sink. He reached down and turned on the faucet and brushed his teeth. His hands shook and he stared at himself in the mirror. He had a hell of a day and now he was finally going to make love to his wife. He didn’t know why he kept refusing her advances. She was a beautiful witch and she had been willing, which was a combination he did not usually turn down. Natalie’s sweet face flashed through his mind briefly but he pushed it aside. He did not need to worry about getting Luna pregnant; that was the point of this marriage. He knew that she was a virgin and he worried about pleasing her. He had never been with a virgin before and had heard that the first time for them was not pleasant. He liked to think of himself as a good lover, but the truth was he had always been with women who were experienced and knew how to seek their own pleasure. Tonight, he would be the one to show Luna the pleasure.

“George,” she called softly from the other room.

With one last look in the mirror he flipped the light out and stepped into the bedroom. He had rented a hotel suite in Diagon Alley for the night. The next day they would leave for Paris where they would spend the next five days exploring the city.

Luna was lounging on the crimson silk comforter that covered the large bed. She was dressed in a black lace outfit that barely left anything to the imagination. George swallowed hard and felt his cock stiffen beneath his towel. “What are you wearing?” he rasped.

Luna smiled. “Your sister bought it for me for a bridal shower gift. She and Hermione went shopping in a Muggle store. Do you like it?” she asked rubbing her hand down her side and letting it rest at the juncture of her thighs.

George lost his sense of speech. He tried to open his mouth but his mind couldn’t function. His eyes were riveted on his bride’s luscious body. He slowly walked to the bed and stood above her. Finally he said, “You’re beautiful.”

She sat up and sat on the edge of the bed before him. She reached her hands up and slightly touched the dark hair that trailed from his navel and disappeared beneath the towel. His chest was smooth and hairless and he had strong muscles that rippled with each breath. She stood on the bed and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Don’t make me wait any longer,” she purred before she crushed her lips against his.

Wrapping his arms around her waist he lifted her into his arms and felt the heat surge through his body when she wrapped her long legs around his waist. “I couldn’t wait any longer if I wanted to,” he whispered. Still holding her, he climbed onto the bed and laid her down before him. Her strong leg muscles held around him and he let his hands travel down to her naked hips. Her little black outfit barely had enough lace to cover her essential parts. Her skin was soft and supple and he couldn’t touch her enough.

“Make me yours, George,” she said, pulling his towel from his waist and leaving him naked before her.

“You are mine,” he said, taking a fabric covered nipple into his mouth. He teased her gently for a moment and then traced his way with his tongue to the other.

“I want to feel you against my skin,” she moaned. “I don’t want anything between us.”

George chuckled. “Impatient little witch, aren’t you?”

“Please,” she begged as she thrust against his throbbing erection.

He pushed one shoulder strap down her arm and then the other, only enough to bare both of her full luscious breasts to his greedy gaze. When her skin was bare he retraced the outline of her pink nipple, this time relishing the feeling of her heated skin beneath his wet tongue. Taking the pert nipple into his mouth he rolled it around with his tongue and then gently bit it.

“Yes!” she hissed. “Again!” she demanded.

He obliged her by taking the other nipple and doing the exact same thing again. He ground his hips into her warm center and could feel the dampness between her thighs. He felt her hands reach down and squeeze his firm backside pulling him tighter against her. His hand slowly moved of its own accord between them, gently tracing the ribbons that laced the nightly closed. He slowly pulled each bow, one by one opening her more completely to his view. When he was finished she was left naked to his piercing blue eyes. “You take my breath away,” he told her.

“Touch me,” she crooned.

Pushing back from her he drank his fill of her beauty until the need over took him. He reached down and pushed her thighs back and apart, opening her to him. He could see the slight moisture glistening between her legs and he bent down and licked it away. He moaned at the exquisite taste of her. His tongue twirled around her folds, flickering back and forth until it found her swollen nub. He gently rubbed his tongue over it and then took it between his teeth and nibbled.

Luna lurched forward and bucked her hips against her husband’s mouth. She couldn’t get enough of this! She had wondered what it would feel like to lose her virginity. She had even wondered over the years whom it would be to. She had never dreamed it would be to George Weasley, or that she would be his wife and mother to his child. She had secretly had a crush on the brave, laughing red head that always had a smile on his face and joke on his lips. He was so different from her serious and solemn personality type. Now, she was awed by the feelings that he invoked in her. She wanted more, oh so much more!

She used her foot and ran it up and down his leg. She wanted to find his cock and used her foot to gage how far away his manhood was from her hand. She felt a stab of regret when she realized that she could not position herself to touch him. When she felt his tongue swirl around her clit again and a finger slide into her wet sheath she gasped. The feeling was so intense that she quickly forgot about the idea of touching him. She reached up and touched her bare breasts. She had done this many times before and knew that she enjoyed the feeling of her nipples being squeezed between her fingers.

George felt himself harden even more when he watched Luna fondle her breasts. He never knew that he could become so aroused without actually coming. He basked in the tangy sweetness of her as he lapped up her juices. When he added a second finger into her tight channel he felt her body begin to quiver around his fingers. He could tell by the clenching she was doing around his fingers and the moans that she was making that she was close. He briefly thought about thrusting himself deep within her welcoming body but decided to make her come with his fingers. He had all night to pleasure her and there was no hurry.

Luna felt her body tighten and felt the heated rush of her blood racing through her veins. She had masturbated
before and knew what it felt like to come, but this was a thousand times more intense. She felt like the world was going to roll off its axis! She felt George press a third finger inside of her and that was all it took. She felt her body spasm out of control and she screamed out his name as she continued to tightly squeeze her nipples. “George!” she shouted in ecstasy.

“That’s it, love, let it go! Come for me, baby!” he growled.

She thrust herself against his hand, wanting the pleasure to continue forever. When she was finally complete she lay there in sated silence, breathing deeply, trying to catch her breath. “I never knew!” she gasped.

He smiled at her and kissed her full, gasping lips. “There is more,” he promised.

Luna’s wide eyes stared for a moment at him and she smiled. She sat up pushing him down and straddled him. “Yes there is, and I’m going to show you.”

George groaned. “God’s witch!” he exclaimed when he felt her little teeth bite the side of his neck.

Her hands trailed everywhere over his muscled body. She could not get enough of touching him. She scooted down his body and took his large staff into her hand. “Nice,” she said with a smile.

“Nice?” he groaned. He couldn’t believe that she said nice! Spectacular was more like it! All thoughts left his mind when he felt her take him into her hot mouth. “Luna!” he exclaimed in shock. “You don’t have to do that!”

“Shush!” she said. She liked the way his cock felt. She could feel his soft, smooth skin, and the veins that ran along the side. The head of his cock was thick and it slightly curved up. She ran her tongue over the tip and tasted a drop of wetness that seeped from the tip. She briefly contemplated the flavor and then continued to run her tongue across his hardness. She scraped her teeth against the head and then widened her mouth and took him fully in. She smiled when he moaned.

“Do you like that, George?”

“Mmmm…”

She wasn’t exactly sure what she was doing so she decided to imitate him. He had gently bit her clit so she bit his head. He had licked her folds so she flicked her tongue around his shaft; he had thrust his fingers inside of her so she wrapped her hand around his shaft and stroked it. She reached down and cupped his heavy sack into her hand and lightly squeezed. He moaned again and thrust against her mouth. She tightened the suction that her mouth created and continued to stroke him at the same time. She felt the veins that ran along the sides of him start to pulsate and he increased his thrusts into his mouth.

He loved the feeling of her hands and mouth around his cock. She was happily exploring his body and driving him closer to the edge at the same time. He felt himself teetering on the edge of release and abruptly pushed her back. “Stop!” he gasped.

“I didn’t want to stop,” she pouted.

He lifted her by her hips and dragged her down next to him and then he rolled over on top of her. “I have other plans for you,” he growled, his voice heavy with unsatisfied desire.

“Really?” she asked, perking up.

He reached his hand between them and guided his thick, throbbing member to her slick opening. “This might hurt a bit, Luna,” he warned.

“Just take me, George!” she demanded.

He leaned down and took her lips in a deep, penetrating kiss as he thrust into her, quickly pressing through the proof of her innocence.

She felt a brief tinge of pain, but the pleasure by far outweighed it. She gasped in delight and then pushed her hips against his to meet his tentative thrust. “More!” she pleaded.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he stalled. He knew that he could barely hang on. He felt the beads of sweat roll down his forehead and briefly wiped his face against a pillow.

“I need you! I need you so much!” she sobbed, wanting to feel him closer to her.

“Luna,” he argued. He was afraid to let go.

“Now!” she demanded. She felt her body quiver below his with each thrust he made and when he finally took her deeply and quickly her body ricochet out of control. “George!” she screamed in complete abandon.

Seconds later he found his release as his cock deeply thrust inside her welcoming body. He felt his seed pour deep into her womb and cried her name as he came. “Luna!”




A/N: I hope that you enjoyed this chapter! Let me know...I should have another chapter up for you later this week! Feedback always makes me type faster!