Girls & Boys

And all the world is football-shaped

Its just for me to kick in space

And I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste

And Ive got one, two, three, four, five

Senses working overtime

Trying to take this all in.

Ive got one, two, three, four, five

Senses working overtime

Trying to taste the difference

tween a lemon and a lime

Pain and the pleasure

And the church bells softly chime.



Senses Working Overtime--XTC







Chapter 4













“Harry, stop doing that; you’re driving me spare,” Ginny groaned.





“Oh; sorry.” He stopped bouncing his knee up and down as he sat in the train booth on its way back to Hogwarts, but his nervous energy couldn’t seem to be contained and soon he was tapping his fingers against the glass while he fidgeted and scratched.





“Harry!” the young Weasley girl cried.





“What? I can’t help it, alright?” he bemoaned. “Must be the bloody Wrackspurts,” the preoccupied boy mumbled.





The train had started moving fifteen minutes ago and there hadn’t been so much as a blonde wisp of hair or a protuberant stare anywhere near their cabin, to Harry’s vexation. He had gone looking for Luna the second he got on the Express eager to get his hands on her alabaster skin and her firm arse, but he’d been mystified when he couldn’t find her anywhere. He’d had enough of a struggle already getting through the winter break without her. The entire time, she’d only returned one of his owls to inform him that she was very busy with her research for class and would let him know when she had a chance to meet up with him. He heard nothing again until Christmas day when she’d sent him a Happy Christmas note via a very odd looking bird with no promise that she’d see him before school re-started. Harry had received a very lovely present from her in his stash of gifts—a simple gold link necklace—and although it had been a strange idea to get jewelry from a girl, he had had to admit that it looked pretty good on him. He felt kind of silly for sending her a stupid book now. It was an old, rare one on magical beasts and mythical creatures that had not come cheap, but still, his Christmas gift had meant to be delivered two-fold. He had been fully prepared to spend a good hour or more with his head between her legs for the second half of his holiday giving.





Instead, he’d had to endure a whole day of family time with nary a five-minute break to get off a good wank anywhere. It had been maddening, as the need for some sexual satisfaction had slowly taken over his brain while he tried his best to remain his usual affable self during his stay with the Weasleys. There were so many of them, though, and he had very few opportunities to sneak away and tend to business without the possibility of being caught. He absolutely refused to be discovered accidentally by Mrs. Weasley with his cock out and his pants around his ankles, so he was very careful to pick the absolute only options available to him for some alone time, which included very late at night either in the loo or in bed when Ron was snoring the loudest. Those instances, of course, were few and far between, and Harry could not recall ever being faced with this problem before. Was it just because he was older now and more used to having several orgasms a day? Or did it have to do with the fact that he was enjoying copious amounts of sex with Luna Lovegood, and whichever luscious young things she deigned to include in their fun? He had become used to it very quickly, and being cut off was not a pleasant experience in the slightest. He wondered briefly if he should be worried, but mostly he was worrying why Luna had reneged on their plans. Was she not into him that much anymore? Perhaps he posed no challenge for her at this point.





Oh, God, he was fretting like a girl, he cringed. But he couldn’t seem to help himself around her. It had not escaped his attention that Luna was becoming more and more commanding with him, pushing him to bolder acts every chance they got together until she had slowly eroded any inhibitions he might have had. Even when she had talked him into sucking her off with the dildo, it hadn’t occurred to him to get bothered about it until a half hour after they’d left each other’s company. He had tried to pin the blame on the booze, but the seclusion at the Burrow had forced him to confront a few things about himself while he pined for her body.





The fact was he liked being Luna’s bitch. He couldn’t really explain it, as he was not like that normally when dealing with his life, but it was there and he had to acknowledge that thrill he got every time he caved in to her demands or she tied him up again. She had yet to do something to him that he ultimately did not enjoy. Even the fake blowjob had been kind of interesting; the way his mouth had filled with the rubbery length so completely while she gave those breathy purrs above him and egged him on with her dirty ramblings. Oh, how nasty Luna could be when she started talking in the throes of passion. That was just it, though. She made him feel really dirty and he loved that. It was a nice release after having to deal with so much responsibility on his shoulders all the time, always trying to be good and strong for everybody else. He could relinquish all of his power, all of his naturally dominant tendencies to her and just revel in being a perverted little boy concentrating on how fucking good she made his body feel. Truth be told, he was a bit stunned at himself to learn how depraved he could be in fulfilling her fantasies, although he tended to be shocked by Luna more. Now there was depravity at its finest; he never knew what to expect from that filthy mind of hers.





He thought about his wanking fantasies and how they had shifted with his newly acquired sexual tastes, how in the last one he’d envisioned being restrained while a line of girls took turns sucking his cock as Luna had sat on his face directing the action. His thoughts turned to his last bout with Luna and her roommates and he couldn’t wait to do something like that again, just as long as he didn’t have to contend with a cranky Luna afterward. He still wasn’t able to make sense of that reaction, but he supposed a bit of jealousy was inevitable. He was totally obvious about his big tits fetish, and he had to expect that Luna might take it personally seeing as she wasn’t built that way. He would try to curtail his enthusiasm for them in the future if he could just assuage his fears that things were still on with the ditzy girl and that she hadn’t thought wiser and ditched his arse over hols. Harry was simultaneously salivating to fuck her again yet so nervous that she was going to call it quits the minute she saw him, until he felt like he was going to burst right there in the train car. Neville and Ginny trying to include him into their conversation was only working to agitate him further.





Just then, however, their glass door opened with a bang. Harry looked up from biting his nails with surprise and there before him was the pale girl in the flesh. She stood there with her hair loose and flowing wearing a brightly colored tunic dress that featured great big purple buttons at the end of the shoulder straps. He saw the devilish grin on her face and the fierce glint in her eyes and he breathed an inward sigh of relief. Then he threw a fit.





“Luna! Where the bloody fuck have you been? I was looking everywhere! It’s bad enough I didn’t even…” he looked around sheepishly at the other occupants of the cabin, “you know, over winter hols, you could have at least been waiting at the train station. What the fuck?!” he demanded accusingly.





Luna’s grin didn’t even falter, but stayed plastered to her face as she whooshed forward and landed on a heap in his lap. Immediately, her lips were glued to his and he could feel her tongue pushing into his mouth with that sense of proprietary ownership. He parted his mouth to let her gain entry and grabbed tightly to her glorious bum, so happy to feel those globes in his hands again. Not even two seconds of this and he was hard already, delirious practically in his zeal to get her somewhere private so he could fuck the stuffing out of her. However, he became acutely reminded that they were being watched as he heard a cluck of annoyance and a nervous giggle. He pulled back and gazed deeply into Luna’s eyes before turning to see Ginny cross her arms and flash him an eye roll.





“Honestly, you two; show some courtesy,” she huffed as Harry’s cheeks tinged pink.





Luna swiveled on his throbbing cock as she turned to face Ginny and the boy attempted to stifle a moan. He always felt a bit uneasy with her aggressive displays of affection to him around other people, but now he just felt rude. Luna’s mysterious smile turned broad, however, and she leaned over more to her left as she took in Neville sitting next to them.





“Neville doesn’t mind; do you, Nev? I think he likes the demonstration,” she suggested coyly. The shy boy coughed in his embarrassment at being called out and stuttered a protest as her knowing smile grew. Then she was crawling off of Harry and grabbing his hand.





“Come on, Harry, I know somewhere we can go,” she offered, making no effort to conceal what they would be doing as one hand curved around his arse while directing him to the door. She leaned over to kiss him dreamily on the side of his mouth as she slid open the door and then she was pulling him along the corridor; Harry’s dick so stiff that it was ready to snap in half.





She took him all the way to the other end of the train and Harry noticed that there were many empty booths once they passed the dining hall. It was downright sparse of students at the back, though, and she quickly pulled him into a compartment adjoined by more vacant ones. In no time at all, she had the shades drawn and the door locked; her wand swishing as she closed them in, yet no Muffling spell in effect, he noticed. Harry sat down and leaned back against the broad cushions while he waited, but once Luna had turned around she immediately flopped across from him and then lifted up her left leg to perch her ankle upon the coat hook by the luggage rack. Instantly, he noticed that she was not only nude underneath her dress but that she was already wet and creamy for him. He needed no further prompting at such an invitation and slumped to the ground on his knees as he swiftly shuffled over and dropped his mouth to her exposed bits. Luna took hold of the back of his head and pushed him closer, all while pushing her right leg to the side with a press of her hand under her thigh as she kept herself spread for him. She moaned deeply when Harry rammed his tongue inside as far as he could; his hands sliding the material on her stomach upwards so he could get to what he expected were naked breasts under her dress. He was not wrong and he fiddled with bunching up the hem so he could expose them quickly for ease of handling.





“Harry, get your clothes off. I want you completely naked,” the girl demanded breathily. He looked up with some surprise and then glanced back at the door.





“Uh, are you sure? We might get caught by someone.” She looked down at him indulgently and smiled wickedly.





“Maybe we will, maybe we won’t; I still want you nude, however. Who knows, a visitor or two could be interesting,” she added slyly.





Harry paused at that and gave her a questioning look. “Like, what kind of visitor?” he asked removing his glasses. Instead of answering, Luna just reached for the wand tucked behind her ear and muttered a Vanishing spell as it waved over him. He shivered a second later when he felt the chill on his skin and glanced down to see he was, indeed, starkers and that his prick was quite adamant to congress with Luna’s glistening snatch. Harry dismissed any worry over being discovered and just concentrated at what he’d been sorely jonesing for all through the holiday; his head dipping back down as he licked a swath across her cunt and nibbled on her clit. Luna moaned deeply for him and he groaned in return while his aching cock leaked in anticipation.





“Mmmmm, Harry, give me your fingers,” she murmured vacantly. His eyes half closed while he sucked on the girl’s swollen pink flesh, the distracted wizard offered up his hand to her without a break in his ministrations. He felt the warm wetness of her mouth suddenly envelop the digits he held out to her and then she was licking and sucking on them feverishly. Harry followed suit, doing his own licking and suckling, oscillating between her folds to the engorged nub as her juices dribbled onto his waiting tongue. She tasted good and he enjoyed servicing her on his knees like this. When she directed his hand back to his face and pushed it towards her cunt, he drew his head back to see what she wanted. Luna rubbed his fingers over her gash and he quickly got the drift and slipped a few of them inside her.





“Harry,” she breathed intently, “Shove them in my arse. I want you to fill me.” Her moaning continued and Harry’s excitement went into overdrive as he worked two of his fingers inside her rosy pucker while he went back to bruising the cluster of nerves on top of her slit. Then he was quickly bringing up his other set of fingers to pierce her with three of them, situating himself over her so that he could fuck both of her holes vigorously while he drank up the resulting gush. He got lost in the intensity of bringing her to climax, his thoughts tightly focused and his face already coated with her when she suddenly gripped his hair tightly and whined loudly till it turned into a shriek, his mouth working reflexively as she supplied him with her final release.





The girl didn’t even stop as she tugged at the boy’s hair and shoulders. “Harry, I want you to fuck me. Fuck me hard, please,” she requested almost politely. The eager wizard pulled his fingers free and then moved upwards as he pushed Luna down on her back; his now incredibly stiffened cock maneuvering to ease inside her quickly. Once he was sheathed, the boy let out a deep groan as the sensation from the friction on his prick rolled over him until a knot of nerves in his back bloomed with fire and he was immediately thrusting in deep, satisfied that he was at long last getting some action. The blonde wrapped her lithe legs around his waist and hooked them at the ankles as she urged him on with her descriptive vocalizations. Harry tried awkwardly to push the rolled up fabric of her tunic all the way over her head so he could have her breasts free for his mouth, but it got caught on her wand and consequently smothered her face for a second.





“Oh, shit, sorry,” he moaned as he tried to remove it successfully with one hand while his body stilled. Luna helped to unveil the dress from around her head and then flung it annoyingly to the floor while her heels pressed into his back and coaxed him to continue.





“Ooh, Harry, I missed your sweet cock. I kept thinking while I was at home of how much I like it this deep and how good you move. Mmm, you’re my little fucktoy, lover. Aren’t you, Harry?” The excited youth became more turned on the more she talked. He loved the way she spoke to him so possessively like that, although he didn’t take the time to wonder why, just reveled in the surge of desire it summoned. The boy answered her in affirmative mumbles while he pistoned his arse forward and back.





The girl giggled suddenly. “The Chosen cock is filling Loony Lovegood; isn’t that a surprise?” Then she was laughing some more as her legs climbed his back and she was shifting to swing them around his arms to rest on the front side of his shoulders.





“Luna, what are you doing?” Harry leaned back as she struggled to keep them connected while her legs fumbled, almost kicking him in the face. By then, she was trying to push him up, too.





“Sit up, fucktoy, so I can ride you.” He moved according to her wishes, folding his hands behind her bum and bringing her body up with him. It was a bit of a strain for him but he managed, his cock still deeply buried inside her cunt as he settled back against the cushioned seat and let her take over. They were both getting a little out of breath now, but Luna glowed with determined alacrity as she quickly set a pace atop his prick; fingers circling tightly around his biceps while her hips undulated in a sweet grind into his crotch, her tits beckoning him in their thrust forward. He eagerly caught a nipple in his mouth and lavished it with his tongue and teeth. Luna’s subsequent groan turned a deep alto and it thrilled him to hear the change. He jerked his head back to look at her and it was at that moment that a blinding ray of sunshine blasted their window and lit up the cabin. Luna looked like she was aflame.





Her eyes were closed now and he watched her enraptured face as it gleefully broadcast every sensation of their fucking. He loved watching her expressions almost as much as he loved doing her, he realized. Wanting to see every detail, Harry reached for his glasses resting in the fold of the cushions and slipped them on. In this suffused light, she appeared like some sort of goddess; a sex goddess, for sure. The girl simply oozed sexual bravura and Harry fed off the force of her desire flooding him in the wake of her ecstasy. He continued to stare reverently, his prick going deeper as she had moved her hands behind her to hold on to the edge of the bench, leaning her body back some so she could gain more leverage to push against him harder. Her throaty moans were intoxicating to listen to; it was no wonder Harry had missed this, he reasoned with himself.





In fact, Luna’s excessive libido left him wondering plenty, like just how many people approached sex the way she did, that potent combination of curiosity and daring always so ready? She seemed willing to try just about anything and fully committed to it once they started; a trait which made her very exciting to be around. He had always considered her an unusual girl but did this translate to mean that she had quirks in her appetites, too? Would the other girls he had engaged in sexual activities with ever be this rapturous if he got them on their own? He had to admit that he was dead interested to find out. But he didn’t want to lose Luna, either.





As these thoughts rolled around his brain, he let his gaze scope her lithe body in appreciation. As it settled on the sight of his knob disappearing then reappearing from her heavenly quim, he was distracted by a very unusual bruise on her thigh. It was actually two bruises—small, yet perfectly round—marked very close together like the pads of two fingerprints. Luna was still lost to her building orgasm, so Harry casually slipped a hand under the affected leg and pushed up only slightly. He could see another one just underneath; near her twat but within the span of the other two in the reach of a thumb from its mates. His mouth turned to a hard line in his puzzlement. Had he done that to her the last time they’d been together? Surely if that was the case, they would have healed by now. These blemishes looked recent, no yellowing yet to suggest much time had elapsed. When he looked back up to her face again, the girl opened her eyes suddenly and her desire bore into him like worms into sand.





“Harrr-eeee,” she moaned into a sigh. The teen’s hands slid up her back to affix to her shoulders, holding on to her tight as they both rode their wave of lust to its fruition. As she came, her head tipped back and she shouted for him in a celebratory cry. And as Harry emptied his essence into her depths, his mind flashed on the image of her in that classroom those many months ago as she’d let Vaisey and Nott take her. His spent body shuddered at the recollection. Luna, mistaking it for the after effects of their lovemaking, wrapped her forearms around the back of his neck and pulled him close for a soothing kiss.





“Oh, that was so lovely, thank you. I missed you more than I thought I would have, apparently,” she breathlessly stated in that prosaic way of hers. It was then, though, that Harry’s attention was caught by a movement just inside his field of vision. He turned his head in time to see an eye peering into the small strip of glass between the drawn shade and the bordering frame. The single blue eye grew wider as Harry faced it and then blonde hair flashed as the head spun away and footsteps could be heard retreating from their door.





“Fucking brilliant,” Harry gritted through clenched teeth. Just what he needed; more rumors spread about him throughout the school, for he had no doubt that their Peeping Tom would be informing the rest of their classmates what they had witnessed and it would most likely be the talk of the Great Hall by morning.





“What is it, Harry?” Luna inquired at his bothered countenance.





“Nothing, luv, just that we were being spied on this whole time,” he told her resignedly. “Wonder who the git was? Fucking hope it wasn’t a Slytherin.”





Luna glanced over to the door and then back at him with one of her exaggerated stares, but then that creeping smile was back and she bent her body forward as her head drew close to his. She grinned at him while reaching for his prick again then whispered right before she kissed him. “So what if it was?”





By then, of course, Harry was too sidetracked to answer her.





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The next morning, however, all was fairly dormant on the rumor front as Harry watched the schoolchildren chattering to each other about their time away during the break. His compatriots around the Gryffindor table were happily swapping tales of their holiday and detailing all of their Christmas gifts, so he was chuffed that their voyeur didn’t appear to be much of a gossip. He stared over at the Slytherin table watchfully, feeling sure in his bones that the eye had belonged to one of the denizens of that house. Eventually, Harry noticed Malfoy and that creep, Vaisey, snickering to each other while they gazed at a spot over on the Ravenclaw table. The sable-haired teen turned to see who they were gawking at and the hairs stood up on the back of his neck when he realized it was Luna who was their focus. He glanced back at the duo with eyes narrowed to dangerous slits, but they shot open when Malfoy looked directly at him and gave a nasty chortle, his head swiveling to Andrew as the pointy-faced boy whispered something else into his friend’s ear. The two let out another gusty laugh as they both stared at Harry and then Luna, her eyes turning to them as another wave of hilarity hit the boys with a forcefulness that sickened Harry. What the bloody fuck was so fucking funny, he wondered helplessly. The boy attempted to calm himself down before his impulse to stomp over to Malfoy and punch him took hold.





When he decided to ignore them and watch Luna instead, he couldn’t help notice that Boot was sitting across from her murmuring something that appeared quite lascivious, judging by the expression on his face. Harry got a very strange feeling in the pit of his stomach and his thoughts turned to the odd looking bruises he’d discovered on Luna’s leg again. Should he confront her about them or was he just being paranoid? The two had arranged to meet up later after the last class of the day as Luna had happily informed him she had something to show him. He found himself powerfully intrigued; curious to know if it was some new sexual tactic or device she’d created over the past fortnight or something wholly innocent. Maybe she’d found proof of her beloved Snorkack. Whatever it was, he determined that he should definitely ask her, nonchalantly of course, about the marks and perhaps find out just what had been so demanding of her time during holiday that she couldn’t deign to meet up with him once. He was still slightly sore about that.





The day went by quickly for a first day back and it was with quite a bit of enthusiasm that Harry made his way through the halls on his way down to the Quidditch pitch. As Captain, he had to check up on supplies and equipment before practice tomorrow, so he had asked Luna to meet him down there and they would be able to use the broom shed for their clandestine activities. He was terribly eager for the sex again, even with his apprehensions about her recent popularity among a few select Slytherins. Harry hoped that the dreamy girl would make more visits to his dorm at night; he had very much enjoyed her previous midnight foray into his bed. He ruminated over the possibility of convincing her to make it a regular thing. It was a risky trek for her, though, and his chivalrous nature was at odds with his pleasures. He couldn’t really do it as he was barred from getting up to her room in any easy fashion. Hell, he couldn’t even get into her Common Room without her assistance. Yet, going down on her while hearing the other boys in his dorm breathing around them had been an intense aphrodisiac, apparently, as he’d loved the thrill of being potentially caught at any second during their tryst. He imagined that was another reason he had given in to her request for some Express sex. As private as Harry usually was, this little idiosyncrasy had surprised him, but then he supposed hanging around with an exhibitionist would rub off on him at some point. Luna did love to push the boundaries and if there were others around to watch, it only seemed to infuse her intensity, he’d noticed. Their random fucking in the cupboards all over the school and the way she had taken to flaunting their sex life in front of his mates certainly proved that she was no shrinking violet when it came to being on display.





As he pondered on this new penchant of his, he trailed his way down to the pitch unaware of the scenery around him. Once he’d made his way to the tents with the showers, he searched the area to see if his blonde cohort had already arrived. He stepped inside the tent’s flaps after another moment and went to the business of finding his clipboard, tagging off the uniform requests, and making sure there were ample towels for after practice. He inspected the lockers to make sure that all was in order, and was just about to head outside to the equipment shed when he looked up to see his girlfriend beaming at him with a satchel over her shoulder. She had ditched her robes and was wearing a heavy woolen jumper with a long skirt and boots. Her crocheted cap was tugged down to her ears and he could see by the wet, white spots on top of her head that it had started snowing lightly.





“Hey,” he said to her, his clipboard clutched to his side, before glancing around to notice how much space was in the tent. It was probably much warmer than the shed, too.





“Hello, Harry,” her voice tinkled in a sing-song pitch. He had grown to love the sound of her voice and hearing her greeting was enough to get his dick hard. He could hear her in his head all the time now, demanding in that lilt of hers to fuck her harder. He moved to one of the benches and set down his list while unbuttoning his robe quickly. They wouldn’t make it to the shed, he wanted her now.





“Let’s get naked first, and then you can show me your surprise, okay?” he suggested while throwing down the heavy cloak and pulling the cotton shirt out of his pants next.





The girl’s face only lit up more as she enthusiastically agreed. “All right, Harry. I’ll tell you about it while we undress. Then we can use it while we’re fucking.”





That stopped the boy for a second as he contemplated what they might be ‘using’. He felt a little nervous, as he’d been introduced to several sex toys since becoming intimate with Luna. What on earth was she going to try on him now? He felt a bit foolish when she retrieved two vials from her bag a second later and set them down on the bench next to his clipboard then began to pull off her sweater.





“Er, what are those?” he asked, still feeling that slight trepidation. Vials could only mean they would be imbibing some kind of substance and he was a bit leery of potions.





“It’s my project for Snape’s class. I told you I was busy with it over the break, but I wanted to show you how I finally got it to work. I figured out it was all about the fluxweed and how much is used in the Polyjuice formula. I’ve increased the levels and subtracted a few other ingredients to give it more malleability.” Her face was shining as she expounded on her research. Harry felt confused.





“Well, what is the objective for your Potions assignment? And why did you bring the stuff here?” he asked nervously.





“Because, silly, we’re going to try it out. I’ve already tested it on myself at home, so it’s safe, Harry,” she added quickly when she saw his disturbed face. “I’ve been trying to prepare an elixir that allows one to have the abilities of a Metamorphmagus in many ways, and Polyjuice is the closest I’ve come to the properties needed. We can change a few things about ourselves simply by focusing our magic on the intended areas. I thought I would give you a surprise,” she smiled seductively.





Harry gulped, but still he was impressed by what she was suggesting. “This is your homework? That sounds so…well, it’s like something Hermione would come up with.” He shook his head in his admiration for the girl’s intelligence. “What were you thinking about changing?” As soon as he said it, however, the obvious candidates popped into his head. Oh. This could be wicked. His expression reflected his dawning realization on what it was she was preparing to do with them.





“Do you trust me?” she asked coyly. He didn’t know if he should, but damn him, he couldn’t help himself. Of course he would do what she asked; he was slavishly devoted to her sexual persona.





So it was with an acquiescent nod that Harry took the vial she handed them while the pair fucked each other on the heavy bench, Luna astride his lap and her pert breasts in his bespectacled face once more. He downed it in a single gulp as her cunt tightened its grip on his cock, not even conscious enough of the liquid to gag at its taste.





“Okay, now focus and think larger, Harry,” she purred in his ear. He closed his eyes and sent all of his thoughts to his prick, every sensation she visited upon his groin being magnified in the process, and with a mounting intensity he let the idea of his knob lengthening and thickening engulf him. He felt lighter and springier, like bubbles rising up into his chest, and the tightness in his balls suddenly went tingly and he started to feel really hard, like his whole body had become a giant, purpling prick waiting to penetrate the nearest dark hole. He heard a lowing coming from Luna that startled him in its newness, and when he opened his eyes they widened at the sight that awaited him.





“O-o-h-hhhh, fuuuuck, unnngggg, Harr-Harry, oh gawwwwwwdsss!” Luna moaned aggressively wanton, her mouth opened as she let him fill her in his growing girth and length. Meanwhile, his gaze was besieged with breasts; huge breasts, the nipples distended by double the inches as if in expectation to be devoured. He marveled that without his glasses, they could have poked an eye out. The gobsmacked teen pushed his face into her suddenly cavernous cleavage and breathed in deeply, feeling his cheeks squished restrictively by the fleshy mounds but loving every second of it. He couldn’t believe his good fortune, getting to shag the devil out of Luna with an oversized prick while being smothered by a giant set of tits. His recklessness took over and soon the two were rutting feverishly against each other so deep in their passion that surely they would have never noticed if there were murmurs or snickers outside of the tent. Harry was shouting as loudly as Luna, even if his joyous cries were mostly muffled by the voluminous globes surrounding him. It had all felt fucking incredible, so much so that when Luna heavingly requested that he fixate his magic to his own chest, he did it without hesitation, truly astounded when he saw the small pink discs that were his boyish nipples grow bulbous and balloon up to a size almost as magnificent as Luna’s.





“HOLY SHIT!” he exclaimed, feeling the heaviness in his back as gravity toppled him to fall forward on the girl in front of him. It was like they were a foreign object, two massive Bludgers perhaps, that had somehow become fused to his skin; he couldn’t quite grasp the feeling of sporting a pair of boobs that most girls would be proud to own. When they brushed up against Luna’s however, the two sets of nipples grazing each other, he went into a paroxysm of shivers at the delightful touch. He was moaning along with her, and he pushed her all the way back until she was laying on the strip of wood precariously while he pounded into her, their breasts still mashed together and rubbing lustfully in their erogenous zeal.





They stayed in the tent for quite some time, even after the potion had worn off; finally emerging as the skies darkened into night and Harry realized they had fifteen minutes to get to their dorms before curfew. He felt significantly buoyant even with the disappearance of his inflated bosom, almost as if his feet might leave the earth in the loss of weight, but he could not get the loopy grin off of his face as the two ran laughingly up to the castle in order to get to their respective houses on time. He gave her a heated kiss before leaving her on the landing to run in the other direction, but his giggling could not be stifled.





And he knew this was just the beginning.





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Several days later, Luna was draped across her bed reading through her textbook, her mind half absorbing the information while she intermittently daydreamed about her sex life. Things were getting very interesting with Harry now, especially after introducing the potion into their repertoire. Yet she was finding it increasingly necessary to dally with the other boys the more she had control over Harry. There was a power dynamic in their relationship that she was very much enjoying but she continued to watch and use Ernie’s natural aggression and dominance as a model when she got together with the Hufflepuff. She had had a few episodes with him since returning to school, even after she let Vaisey seduce her again. It had been a busy week with plenty of Harry fucking mixed in with her other affairs.





She’d had sex with Andrew again after she had boarded the train bound for school, although it had been unintentional. He had sought her out before she’d had a chance to find Harry, and the way he kept staring her down so intensely caused little flutters between her legs. Once he’d coaxed her into the loo, it seemed he was under the impression that their little indiscretion before leaving for holiday was going to be the start of something and she hadn’t felt up to arguing about it. The Ravenclaw had let him fuck her hard against the bathroom wall, his fingers digging into her thighs as he pummeled her snatch. Then he had laid her over the sink on her belly and anally penetrated her while he whispered nasty things about her and what he wanted to do to her. It was humorous listening to him, she felt so disconnected to the boy, but his prick had felt good ramming her. He came before she did, however, and then he was quickly gone. When she went to find Harry, she was rabidly eager to come. She had been careful to clean herself up beforehand, but had kept his tongue out of her arse just in case. As soon as he’d told her that they’d had a witness to their escapade, she knew it was Vaisey. Luna hoped he had gotten the full show, she mused vindictively.





With Ernie they had rendezvoused in the deserted, second floor girl’s bathroom after he’d been staring at her in the library during her study period. It had been the day after her deep-cock fucking with Harry. Luna knew that she wouldn’t have Harry available to her until he was done with his double Transfigurations, and the well that he’d left inside her after that sizable metamorphosis of a prick had vacated it was so demanding to be filled that she’d decided Ernie could supply the stopper in the interim. The wistful girl felt a little bit bad about continuing to screw around on Harry, but she justified it by reminding herself that she’d let the boy have sex with three girls under her watch, surely he wouldn’t condemn her for having some fun without him? It was only fair, she reasoned. Ernie was just as voracious as she was, and she was fascinated by the way he could take charge so effortlessly. He had laid out exactly what he wanted her to do in no uncertain terms and was so specific in his language that she had gotten incredibly aroused by it. There was no passion or excitement in his voice, just a matter-of-fact demand that she take his cock down her throat. She let him choke her with it, her body reacting to the extreme viciousness as she gagged and drooled, but her mind absorbing his complete control of her actions. It was kind of thrilling to give in to his punishing sexuality, especially knowing that it was only briefly and then she could go exert her own control on the Boy-Who-Lived afterwards. The girl assessed his performance even as lifted her onto the row of basins (she was getting used to the feel of porcelain) and lifted her legs high, her arse jutting out enough for him to fuck her furiously as he gripped her ankles, pushing them back against the mirrors with force.





Luna had moaned incessantly as his dick continued to split her relentlessly like a battering ram aiming at the castle’s gates. Ernie’s breathing was heavy and powerful, but he refrained from any sex talk until he was moving her into a new position, his explicit instructions accompanying the effort. But she had wanted him to burrow into her so deep that she’d feel it in her midsection, like she had with Harry the evening before. She regretted not having more of the experimental potion on her, but she had only made a small batch for her third attempt. Even with Ernie flipping the girl upside down again, the back of her head laying on the ground as her body tilted from her shoulders while he straddled her spread legs sideways and fucked her into the ground, she did not feel entirely plumbed. Her orgasm came readily, but it was mostly due to the way he handled her. The witch maintained her enthusiasm, however, so eager to try it out on Harry.





And try it out she did, insisting that Harry meet her in the Room of Requirement the minute he was done with practice. He had come running, still sweaty and grimy from the team’s workout, but she hadn’t cared, it only added to the grittiness of the sex. He had sheepishly asked if she brought more potion, but the girl had widened her eyes and shook her head. One of the benefits of the room was its supply of objects it deemed they would need based on her thoughts. She didn’t even have to Transfigure any of her toys, the dildo that came shining into existence with the advent of the surroundings was perfectly sized to her specifications. It was huge, though, and Harry had visibly gulped when he saw it. She had assured him that it had ultimately been intended for her, but that she could use something a bit smaller on him if it made him feel more comfortable. No sooner had she said this, the room gave her a table full of assorted tools for her dispensing. She settled on a suitable shape and then asked Harry to stand on his head. He had laughed at first, but when he saw her patient face waiting for him to move, he gaped briefly before following her request with a sigh.





Using a few spells to her advantage, she’d gotten the creases of his thighs tied up in rope and suspended him slightly from the ceiling, which forced his legs to fall forward. It had been with an increasing, feverish need to see Harry submit to her whims, and when she had stuffed the dildo deep in his lubricated arse, she’d realized that the anal play only made his prick even harder. The quixotic witch felt some satisfaction at having initiated him and then trained him into liking this particular fetish so it was with much enthusiasm that she’d encased his shaft with her mouth and sucked him for all she was worth, her hand never letting up her rhythm as she worked the probe in and out of his arsehole. He had groaned and keened so much that as her arousal climbed to a dizzying height, she’d plopped her cunt onto his gob in an effort to quiet him. The combined oral stimulations allowed her throat to open up as fully as her wet channel, getting Harry’s knob so deep that she felt her gullet distend with the protrusion from the outside. Luna had stopped before either of them could come, though; quickly unfastening the boy’s legs so that he rolled forward out of breath, but not removing the dildo. She’d used a Summoning spell on the giant phallus for her and with a raspy urgency demanded that he penetrate her with it. He’d obliged her, his awed whispers as he watched it slide into her reminding the girl that he’d not actually seen his own enlarged prick as it had spent the entire time up her snatch.





But she had needed more, and Harry had rogered her arse as she sat on his crotch with her back against his chest, both holes feeling gloriously full, and her growls for him to pinch her nipples not sounding like her at all. Harry had complied with a vise-like grip while she pounded his dick and filled rump into the floor and that had brought her climax to a roaring, blinding crescendo. When Harry had screamed that he was about to come a second later, the girl jumped off of him and spun around until her face was hanging over his reddened and already gushing cock. Her open mouth caught much of the spunk, but the residual splatter on her skin she had made him lick off. The two teens had promptly fallen asleep exhausted by the time they were done.





“What inspired that?” Harry had asked her the next day before breakfast as they walked down with the other students. She had only smiled enigmatically to him and then pulled him by the front of his robes to drag him to a wall as she kissed him. The kids passing by whistled and commented boisterously, but Harry had been predictably flushed and embarrassed so hadn’t probed any further when they’d continued their way to the Great Hall. In her quest for more inspiration, however, she’d gone to find Ernie again that night after dinner, wondering if he’d simply talk to her about sex if she had some questions prepared. Unfortunately, she’d discovered him hanging out with Andrew, but it didn’t take much coaxing for them to get Luna to participate in a three-way, Vaisey bowing to Ernie\'s direction. They’d taken her at the same time and the feeling of being doubly penetrated again only maximized her desire as she thought back on Harry. It was like being caught in a loop, one action requiring another scenario to heighten the first and so on. She wondered how Harry would react to being in the middle and resolved that she would arrange that soon.



The lovers had discussed a few things during their study time this afternoon, however, and she was impressed to learn that not only was he eager to try the potion again, but that he wanted her to sneak into his room with it after everyone had gone to sleep so they could test out some more options. He could be a perverted little bugger, really, and she appreciated that about him greatly. It meant that the bright witch had had to find the time to make another batch, even as she tried to catch up on her other work yet still keep Snape apprised of her assignment’s progress via reports. She lay back on the pillow now, drained and sleepy, but emboldened by the possibilities before her with her willing boytoy.





Just then, though, she heard loud, feminine voices and laughter coming from the hallway as a cluster of girls approached her door. A moment later, Su Li and Lara had entered the room still caught up in their exuberant chatter even after separating from their gaggle. When both girls noticed Luna’s presence at the same time, they gave her wide, beaming smiles as they leapt up onto her bed like panting, eager puppies.





“Hey! What’re you up to, Luna? Planning on meeting up with Harry later?” Lara asked breathlessly.





Su was a little more controlled, but no less inquisitive. “Yeah, when’s Harry’s next visit to our room? Kelley keeps asking me when we’re going to get play with him again,” she admitted.





Luna only stared back at them blankly, but her chagrin spiked sharply in her voice belying her dreamy exterior. “You do recall that Harry is my boyfriend, right? I’ve been a bit busy with his bits myself, lately,” she replied caustically. “Most times, we prefer to be alone with each other.”





Su regarded her coolly at the tone. “Right,” she snorted, “I’ve heard how alone you two like to get.” Luna wrinkled her forehead as she frowned at the remark.





“What’s that supposed to mean?” she asked, genuinely curious although she had a pretty good idea what the girl was implying.





“Well, it’s just that, if you really want to be alone, you might find a more private location than the Hogwarts Express or the Quidditch tent. Malfoy and Vaisey have been telling all the older kids in Slytherin that you and Harry supposedly like to put on a show. At least, that’s what Kel was told by Samuel,” she supplied with a sneer. Luna gave her a dark look and the girl backtracked a bit. “Not that she said anything about, uh, the little arrangement we all have, of course. She’s kept mum about that, like she promised. I’m just telling you what I heard.”





“I see. But it’s not like we invited people to watch us, you know. Finding an empty room with no one around can be quite difficult. It’s not as if I can have Harry up here all the time. There are restrictions against that.” She sighed. “It’s not my problem if those two idiots are so easily titillated and feel the need to play Peeping Tom to get their wank fodder. Harry and I have nothing to be ashamed of,” she expressed rather passionately for her.





“Aren’t you a little worried that the other boys might think you’re a slag?” Lara questioned fearfully. Luna turned her face to hold the girl’s gaze, her eyes steely.





“I don’t care what other boys think,” she told them truthfully.





Su looked at her skeptically. “I can believe that, I suppose, but surely you care about slanderous remarks around the teachers? You should be careful in the future.” Then she gave a half-smile. “And we’re always willing to help you smuggle Harry in here, whenever you need to. There are ways, believe me,” she laughed.





“My, you two are certainly eager to get your mitts on him again, aren’t you?” Luna noted drily. “What is it about Harry that you like so much exactly? I thought you were dating that Wiggums fellow, Su; and Lara, don’t you have a boyfriend already? Aren’t you having sex with these boys yet?” Luna pried.





The girls looked at each other before hesitantly commenting. “Uh,” Lara peeped, “I have tried a few more things with Johnny, but he’s not as, um, well, good at them as Harry is,” she confessed.





“Yeah, so true,” Su agreed, “I’ve tried sex again with a couple of blokes, but they really don’t measure up.” Her eyebrows rose with some mirth. “In more ways than one, I’ll tell you.” Lara giggled at that while Luna watched them curiously. Her mind was working quickly to see how she could take advantage of this situation to fit her upcoming plans. She stared at the busty Asian girl and remembered that Harry had quite an appreciation for her form. Could she talk Harry into doing the more shocking ideas she’d been having if her dormmate was there to dangle as bait? The image of Harry with breasts popped into her head at the thought and with a visceral longing Luna knew she wanted to be capable of fucking Harry like a man. Even if that meant Harry was not quite Harry anymore. The dildos didn’t seem enough now; she wanted to know how it felt to have a real dick and totally dominate the boy. The notion of them taking Polyjuice potion together and switching genders had been in her head for days now, but she wanted an enhanced version again. Perhaps Su could figure into all of this.





“So, what would you be willing to offer me in return for my letting you fuck my boyfriend again?” she posed bluntly looking directly at Su. The girl blushed at first, but then regained her composure as she straightened her shoulders back and icily noted, “Well, I suppose I’d offer to keep my mouth shut as I’ve been doing, when I could so easily blab this all over the school,” she threatened.





Luna only smiled at her patronizingly. “I think we’ve already established that I’m not affected by what others think about me. I only asked for your confidence to spare Harry any humiliation. He’s very touchy, you know, what with people always talking about him.” Su looked a bit ashamed at that; Luna felt like she’d just hooked a fish and got ready to reel it in.





“Well,” the girl huffed indignantly, “what did you have in mind? What would you like us to give you?” she wanted to know. Luna suddenly sat up and regarded the younger blonde girl sitting quietly through the exchange.





“Lara? Can you give Su and me some privacy for a bit? I have some things I need to discuss with her.” Lara’s eyes grew wide as she glanced over to Su and then back to Luna.





“Don’t you want to know what I’m willing to offer? I want to have fun with Harry again, too,” the girl whined. But Luna was adamant until she’d talked the girl off the bed and over to her own while Luna shrouded her and Su in the canopy’s curtains. Su appeared nervous but Luna smiled in a more inviting manner this time to put her at ease.





“So? What do you want? And I want to get to do more to him if you’re going to be like this,” she demanded. Luna shifted on her bed and then slipped her uniform skirt off and kicked it to the end of the bed. Su gawked as Luna continued to undress, pulling her jumper over her head and quickly unbuttoning the blouse underneath. Su remained motionless until Luna was completely nude.





“Um, I’m not into girls, Luna. I like blokes,” the Asian declared righteously.





“So?” was all Luna said before lying back to rest on her crooked elbows while she spread her legs. The message was quite clear.





“You’re barking. You want me to lap your box as a trade? What makes you think I’d do such a thing?” she whispered harshly, conscious of the girl outside.





“Let’s just say, its practice. I have something I’d like you to do with me and Harry, but you might as well get used to girls bits if you want to be involved. I’m a bit curious myself. I keep wondering what appeal your breasts hold. Perhaps you’ll let me suck on them before we get started? It might help if you’re aroused.”





She had been totally surprised. It only took her another five minutes of cajoling before she’d gotten Su to strip, and then another ten to get her mouth on her cunt once she’d invested some time suckling those thick, dark nipples. Those tits were impressive, Luna finally admitted to herself, and the more she kept thinking of them as Harry’s tits, the more excited she became. Su had been fumbling like any virginal boy when she started licking away at Luna’s clean shaven snatch, so that at some point the ethereal blonde decided that it might as well become a shared lesson. Coaxing the black-haired beauty to turn around so that her legs were up at Luna’s head, Su groaned appreciatively the moment that Luna affixed her tongue and lips to the girl’s folds. With slow licks and patient probing, she’d gotten Su into such a state that the girl was soon gobbling Luna down with efficient thrusts and slurps, her fingers avidly joining the party. The novelty of it had provided a speedy orgasm for the both of them, but Luna convinced Su to stay a bit longer in the post-coital glow, eventually getting the girl to lie on her back and spread her legs open again as Luna rubbed their puffy bits across each other. Just the frottage alone got them both to another climax, and Luna couldn’t have asked for a more delightful introduction. When Su had wearily asked just what Luna was planning for the three of them, and more specifically for Harry, she shushed her and curled herself around the girl, her head falling into the teen’s cleavage.





She had to agree with Harry as she dozed off. They were soft like pillows.