Girls & Boys

A/N: Hmm, well, this will be different. I know how this is all leading together, but I would be curious to know what your thoughts on this chapter are. The whole premise itself incorporates a lot of OOC elements in Harry and Luna, but I am trying to at least remain consistent with certain traits. Putting them in a different situation and then trying to imagine how they would react to the power dynamics. It's not always easy, but it is an experimental approach, I admit. I will say that it is mostly the sex driving this story, however, so I try not to make the plot too intrusive. I don't always know if its working, though, as the responses here are minimal. Enjoy the smut.













Chapter 6







It was an interesting night for Luna. She was still vibrating with excitement from her earlier antics with Harry and Su. Or rather, Harry and Daphne, she giggled to herself. As she lay back on her bed and reminisced, the dreamy witch slipped her hand down to her mons, gliding it into the vee of her thighs and squeezing tight as she recalled what it felt like to wear Harry’s equipment. Not just know it from the outside, but to experience how it all worked together; the way it got hard, the skin tightening over the bollocks, the faint quivering in the belly as the orgasm drew near, and the delicious whoosh when she felt the cum shoot from her in such a powerful stream. Watching the whitish gel jet onto the girl’s face had been just as potent; the visual had tapped something primal inside of her. Luna had been able to see beyond the appearance of Daphne in front of her, however, feeling Harry instinctively underneath those Slytherin, girlish layers, so that penetrating him became an altogether different level of domination. She had been positively giddy to be inside of him in such a real way, even if their bodies were not quite what they were supposed to be.



Yet, even in the switched roles, she had still been able to control and to maximize the intensity of Harry’s orgasms; the pleasure this gave her was monumental. Harry, in whatever form, was still hers to play with—to mold or manipulate as she desired—this much had been established. The fact that Harry had barely protested the change had surprised her at first; she had expected much more of a struggle. This gave her hope that once she’d completed the next round of tests for her potion, she’d be closer to getting her feminized Harry. If the tousle-haired boy was keen on the idea of transforming into other girls, surely she could convince him to become his own woman? Just the very thought of possessing him again in reversed genders was getting her wet. Oddly enough, she found this scenario much more tantalizing than the suggestion of being with other girls. Not that the idea of Daphne, or even Su, wasn’t a lovely presence to have sex with, but it just wasn’t as compelling as taking over a boy like Harry so completely. At the sudden thought of Su, the girl on the bed frowned. She’d have to watch Su carefully, now. She’d given the girl too many secrets to keep and she didn’t really trust her as far as she could throw a Snorkack. And Snorkacks were notoriously heavy, her father had told her. Su had been convenient; Luna knew Harry liked her and the Ravenclaw was just as eager to get her paws on Harry, but she had a sneaking suspicion the girl had some designs on getting the Chosen One to herself and that just couldn’t happen.





Luna sighed. People were always trying to take her things away from her. Well, there came a point where one had to draw the line, Harry had taught her, and her line was Harry. Her tummy grumbled its agreement. Hmm, she might have to take a hike down to the kitchens to see if the house elves would fix her some pudding. She had avoided supper in the Great Hall purposely after her absence in class. Best to lounge about in bed until her Professor came to find out what had happened. It would help her case to appear beset by cramps. Luna had never been a girl who lied about such things, but she was learning that there were some causes that needed to be protected at all costs, even if it required fabrications. While she was well aware that her cause might seem a tad shallow to others, seeing as it was all about getting her boyfriend to submit to her every sexual whim, it was important to her, nonetheless. Which was also why she never mentioned to Harry what she was getting up to with other boys in the school. She really didn’t want to hurt him, and she couldn’t explain her compulsion very satisfactorily anyway, she reasoned, so it was best to keep it quiet. Luna was simply the kind of girl who liked to experiment. She didn’t feel that there was anything inherently wrong with that, but she was also intuitive enough to understand that many people, Harry among them, might not agree.



Her stomach rumbled hungrily again and this time she sat up and set her feet to the floor. She was alone in her room and wondered if Su had been stupid enough to sit with the other students for dinner; she had seen no sign of her since the three of them had dispersed from the Gryffindor Common Room. Luna had kissed Harry passionately before she let him go up to his bed and the boy had toppled up the stairs looking quite drunk. She had wanted to follow him and sit on his face for another hour, but she knew that would be pushing it; Harry was sincerely exhausted. She wished that she could go to him, but that wouldn’t be a good idea, either; the Common Room would be filling up by now. The girl sighed again in her frustration.



Yes, pudding would be just the thing needed.





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Sitting at breakfast the next morning, Luna was running formulas and periodic tables through her head while she watched the students come in to eat. She was continually fine tuning the recipe for her Metamorphmagus brew in the intervals that fell between her experiments. The witch had an arrangement with Professor Snape set up so that she was allowed to use his personal lab when it was not in use. She had designated an hour or two for this afternoon so she could get back to work on it; now that she knew what she wanted to do to Harry, she was anxious to get her potion right. The pale girl would not have been anywhere near as close to completion if it hadn’t been for the querulous professor’s support. Many of the students found Snape an unfair, unpleasant man, but Luna was drawn to him, in an off-beat way. She was lucky to have him teach her honors Potion class, considering Professor Slughorn had taken over the position. The portly man with the walrus moustache was predisposed to a more flexible schedule, apparently, and had begged off the advanced fifth years, leaving Snape to take up the slack even with the new DADA curriculum to prepare. But he had done so rather graciously, Luna observed; it was her good fortune to have such an incredibly knowledgeable instructor push her to do her best for the assignment. Snape had been somewhat surprised by her ambition, but she detected a slight respect in the undertaking that only fed her desire to accomplish her goal.



Luna glanced over at the Gryffindor table to see if Harry had arrived yet, but there was no sign of him, although it looked like Hermione and Ron were finally talking again. However, when she looked back at the occupants in the half-filled benches of her own house, she caught Su staring at her from the other end; centered amidst her girlfriends chattering on around her blithely. Luna raised her eyebrows in challenge as she returned the stare, but Su looked back to her food before any confrontation could come of it. How curious, Luna thought. Su was planning something in that sable, bobbled head of hers, she was sure of it. She rolled her eyes before looking ahead of her, her sight landing on none other than Andrew over at the Slytherin table. He was staring, as well, although the intensity was a bit too much for her liking. The boy licked his lips at her in a rather overt gesture and Luna was confounded. Boys could be so stupid. Her gaze fell to her buttered toast and marmalade and she tore into it.





Another ten minutes had gone by, the hall quite crowded now as the volume increased. When Luna gave a quick sideways glance to the great doors opened wide, she saw the unmistakably messy hair from the person of her affections enter into the room. She did a double take then watched him walk in the direction of her table, her orbs stretching into that pop-eyed wonder the more obvious it became that he was heading straight for her. The closer he got to where she was seated, the more eyes that followed his course. By the time he was in front of her, his smile was plastered wide to his face like a sunbeam. He looked very rested and happy to see her, which warmed the girl’s heart. That meant that they could have some more fun later. When he leaned over to kiss her, she knew without looking that everyone at her table had their eyes peeled to the two of them; she could feel the heat of them boring through the back of Harry’s head and singeing her face. Harry kept his hand on the wood in front of them, the other just barely touching her shoulder, but his lips were insistent in conveying his ardor. When she drew back from him finally, her smile matched his.





“So, do you think we’ll be able to meet up sometime this evening?” he asked her in a low, conspiratorial tone. Luna was eager to make it happen, but she made no show of it other than to let her lip curve up on one side enigmatically.



“I think that can be arranged,” she demurred.



Harry’s expression shifted to a lustful gaze, his eyes lidded heavily as he watched her mouth. “I’ll do anything you want,” he whispered.



“I know you will, Harry,” she agreed smoothly, but inside she thrilled at hearing Harry offer himself like that. It assuaged any worry she had that the boy had not been totally into their frolicking yesterday when he had grown uneasy at the end. Someone shouted his name and they both turned their heads to the Gryffindor table to see his mates waving him over. He motioned to them that he’d be over in a second and was just about to give Luna another kiss when they were interrupted by the disapproving, and in the case of one, imposing figures of Professor Flitwick and Professor McGonagall.



“Mr. Potter, Miss Lovegood, will the two of you please grab your things and follow us. We need to have an urgent discussion with you on the matter of your disappearances yesterday,” McGonagall informed them sternly. She glanced up sharply to the group at the other end of the table. “And Miss Li, will you also come along, please.” The girl appeared shocked to be singled out, but quickly reached for her bag and stood stiffly at attention. Harry looked a bit green, but Luna took hold of his hand and tugged him along to get in step behind their heads of house. She sighed. She probably should have prepared for this part a bit more wisely.





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The silence of the castle chased Luna through the halls as she sped along to Gryffindor tower. Her feet were bare and they floated over the cold stones as if she were no more flesh and blood than Nearly Headless Nick or The Grey Lady. Luna’s eyes strained as they bugged out of her head; the girl was feeling quite mad at the moment.



Five days.



It had been five days since she had last been with Harry; with anyone, for that matter, and she was feeling a bit out of sorts from the withdrawal. The girl wondered if it was really even the sex she was missing or if it was something less intrinsic to her nature. She had been working tirelessly on her assignment every chance she was free, but her days had been rather full with the encumbered distraction of detention to her schedule. Harry’s punishment was even worse than hers, as he’d not only lost points for his house but had to serve his sentence with both Snape and McGonagall in one filthy capacity or another. He was spending his nights cleaning out Professor Snape’s massive storage cupboards after supper and had already completed a huge, involved filing job in the dungeons for McGonagall over the weekend, transporting boxes from one end of the castle to the other. With homework and Quidditch practice on his plate, as well, he’d been pulled in every direction and barely had two seconds to say hello to her. The randy witch had wanted to pull him in yet another route, one landing right in her bed, but it had been nigh on impossible to manage it. She couldn’t even get a quickie in the broom closet or toilets the way things had been going.



The teachers seemed to be watching the couple warily now in the aftermath of the interrogation. The questions the threesome had received once they had been lead to the office were a bit on the personal side. Apparently, the professors were worried that she and Harry were becoming too ostentatious with their affections toward each other and that it was not appropriate behavior for the school. They also didn’t buy any of the stories the students had concocted. No one had come right out and asked the trio if they had all been engaging in sexual relations while truant from class, but it had been strongly implied as the S word had been brought up in conjunction with acts that were grounds for suspension or immediate expulsion. All of the teachers present had been gravely serious on the matter, but Luna had felt that they were blowing things out of proportion. It was her body to do with as she pleased. As long as her grades were kept up to par and she and Harry refrained from outright shagging in the hallways, they should be allowed to discreetly go about their business. It annoyed her that the staff had even made the connection between the three of them enough to insinuate what shenanigans might have been in effect while classes were in session. The fact that they were absolutely correct in their assumptions was just as galling.



However, they couldn’t watch them every minute of the day, she reasoned, and in the ticking solitude of the midnight hour, Luna decided she couldn’t handle another moment without feeling Harry squirm deliciously beneath her, so she’d pulled some toys together in her knapsack and left the darkness of her room for the long stretch to Harry’s dorm. She was wide awake and somewhat overzealous to get started on the boy. Luna had had a week to think about what she wanted to do to him. Even though her second attempt at her potion wasn’t ready, and she was currently unable to access more Polyjuice, she could still make the tryst work to her satisfaction. Taking Harry, regardless of his appearance, was the goal and the reward for her. His permission for her to more or less have his body under her whim was undeniably intoxicating and she had wanted to test out his endurance as soon as was humanly possible. The waiting had been excruciating.





Standing outside of the portrait door, she eyed the Fat Lady determined to make it to Harry’s room. “T’is a bit late for you to be about, young lady, don’t you think?” the woman in the picture sneered down at her. Luna ignored the deprecating tone and stood her ground, vocalizing the password in a quiet display of aggression.



“Mandragora,” she seethed. She knew the sentient presence would have to let her in with the utterance of the secret word; there was no autonomy in the face of it. The woman clutched her pearls and harrumphed again as the door swung wide soundlessly. Luna was through the portal instantly and on her way up the flight of stairs before even taking in her surroundings to check for insomniacs. Luckily, the Common Room was empty, as were the halls leading to the door she sought. Slipping quietly into his room, she was immediately beset by the snores of his dorm mates. Creeping over to the right bed was an instinctive act; even if she hadn’t been here before, she would have felt the boy’s heat calling to her. The girl ducked under the heavy red drapes and crawled atop her boyfriend’s bed, the movement waking him straight away.



“Mmm, what? Huh? Who’s there?” he murmured as his head swiveled around groggily, his eyes still closed. By the time he had reached over to his bedside and clutched his glasses, swiftly opening the frames and sliding them on, Luna had cast off her robes, revealing nothing but skin underneath and shiny, purplish panties.



“Lu? What are you doing here? We can’t afford to get into any more—mmmph!” Luna had cut him off with a fiery kiss, her body leaping on his having pushed him back flat on the mattress. She put all of her longing and frustration into the snog, turning Harry into a willing, enthusiastic recipient within seconds. The young witch was so fervent in her desire her hands quickly fashioned into claws as she scooped up his wrists and pulled them up over his head. Pressing down on them with all of her strength, her tongue continuing to probe deeply into the boy’s mouth while writhing her body against him, Luna felt a tremendous wash of power flood her. She trembled slightly in her eagerness to begin.



When she finally lifted her lips from the boy, she whispered to him forcefully, “You’re mine.” It came out sounding more like a question, in something of a surprise, but Harry nodded his head slowly in response anyway, his gaze never leaving hers. She grabbed her wand she’d left by her knee and quickly cast the spell to bind Harry’s arms tight to the headboard. He seemed to expect it and simply let his limbs relax into the position.



“Make sure you put up a muffling spell,” he whispered back. Luna waved her wand once more to limit the noise leaving their shrouded haven. Even with the loud snores ringing through the blackness, they would have to be careful. The traces of moonlight shining through the high, curtained windows let her see enough of his face to detect his expressions, but she wanted him to be able to see her completely. She lit up a middling Lumos and let the ebb of light linger in the small space of their huddled bodies. Harry had fallen asleep in only his pajama bottoms, and she stroked along his bare chest and stomach until she came down to the tops of the sheet and his pants laying against each other, pulling them both down in her grip until she’d slid the combination down to his feet. His cock bobbed up to greet her merrily and she could have wept at the sight. Immediately, she leaned over to kiss the tip and Harry couldn’t contain his moan. He froze and quickly darted a look to the curtains of his bed, listening for any disruption in the boys’ sleep, but no new sounds came and she heard his exhale of relief.





This gave Luna an idea and she took no time at all to employ her next move; crawling upwards on his body to rest her bum on his sternum. He looked at her quizzically as his breaths grew labored from her weight, but then she was spreading open her legs and leaning over to grab hold of his arms while her covered crotch glided to his mouth. Harry was quick to take the hint and started to lick at her bits, even with the silk in the way. She could feel his tongue press against the material like a fire slug in its search for food, slithering around the bulges and indentations as her folds thickened at the touch. Luna wanted to fill his mouth with her sex, and rued the fact that it couldn’t penetrate him the way a cock could, but she tried her best anyway. Harry made a faint choking noise as she let her weight drop hard, her pulsing nub coming in contact with teeth. She didn’t mind, however, and only moved back to sit on his chest momentarily so she could raise her body enough to slip the knickers down across her rump. Once they’d been shimmied up her legs to pull tight between her knees, she plopped her cunt back to his lips, her hands resting on the bed to hold her up while she skimmed her wet gash across his licks. The more Harry kissed her there, the more excited she became, soon pushing her underwear down the rest of her legs savagely as she kicked them off one foot , her attention back to what Harry was doing as she split wide over him again and forced his tongue inside her.



The girl started to bounce lightly the more his fleshy, stiffened protrusion pierced her. She loved that Harry was able to keep up with her, no matter what she threw at him. But she reminded herself that he was still prone to grow uneasy with certain scenarios, so she removed her flower from his face and slid back down his body until they were eyeing each other again. Her strong scent permeated her senses as she hovered over his mouth.



“So, you’re not going to act funny, anymore? I can do whatever I want, like you said?” she asked, still whispering. Harry turned sheepish at her words, and she could just make out his blush, but he answered back confidently, doing his best to maintain a low voice.



“Well, I thought about it afterward, and perhaps I complained a bit more than was necessary. You have to admit, it was an unusual situation. I’m not sure what the proper reaction would be to seeing something like that,” the boy shrugged. He looked at her suspiciously. “We’re not going to take Polyjuice again, are we?”



Luna only gave him her secret smile and shook her head. Then she wadded her panties up and shoved them in his mouth, careful not to go too deep. Harry kept his eyes peeled to her but did not protest the gag; he didn’t even look surprised. When she began licking and biting his nipples, however, his body started to jerk, seeming to sense what was coming next. Rolling them between her fingers until they hardened, Luna sat up to reach behind her and grab her sack. Pulling out the silver clamps she had used on him before, Harry’s breaths quickened, practically panting the closer she got to his chest. He stomped on the bed with his foot when she pinched them to his skin and his head tossed back and forth as he absorbed the pain, but she stroked his belly and kissed his neck until he had calmed down again. She couldn’t resist pressing her breasts to the metal, though, loving the feel of the cold steel and hearing his sharp intake of breath around her knickers as the bite dug into him. He uttered a short groan, trying to control his sounds of discomfort while she rubbed her hands back and forth over the clamps. She thrilled to feel him twisting underneath her as she sat on his stomach with her legs bent up and feet firmly on the bed.



The dreamy girl put her hands to his sides again as she crooned to him soothingly. She suddenly got up on her knees and sidled backwards until she was seated on the bed again and putting her warm, tiny hands to his firm prick. Harry had settled into the sensations on his body and watched the slide up and down from her grip with some interest before he let his head roll back and fix his sight above him. Luna wanted him to continue watching her, however, and squeezed her grip tightly around his bollocks until his face flew up to gawk at her again. Happy to have his attention on her once more, she spread his legs wide and pressed her weight at the knees with her hands. He groaned into the stretch, but she used her wand to tie him at the ankles again, pulling them to the sides so that he had to keep his legs open. Once he was completely vulnerable, she reached into her bag to find the next object she brought for their games. As soon as she had pulled out the huge dildo that had scared Harry before in the Room of Requirement, his eyes grew predictably huge and a whimper escaped the silky stuffing.



“Don’t worry, Harry,” she assured him in a hush, “I’ll take it slow.” Luna held the enlarged phallus pointing up to the ceiling and then tapped the head with her wand tip. A bubbling spewed from the wooden stick until a great, gloopy blob slid out and plopped slowly onto the top of the instrument; fat, dewy beads rolling down the sides as the liquid poured. Harry’s bespectacled green gaze was transfixed to the image and Luna made more shushing noises as the lubricant trickled down her fingers. As soon as she moved the dildo downward to press up against him, he stiffened his whole body in the anticipation; she could hear him stop breathing. Trying to relax him again, Luna bent from her waist and put her mouth gently over the glans of his ramrod prick, suckling him with a faint humming in the back of her throat as she circled the slickened tip of the toy around his hole. She removed her mouth and watched him intensely as she got the first part of the width of it inside him. The girl coaxed him to breathe out through his nose as she pulled the object back slightly and then in a little further. She kept up the motion, moving in small increments at a time, while she leaned in again and inhaled deeply in the space between his balls, pressing her nose right under his dick. Luna poked out her tongue and licked and bit the skin there even as her hand kept up the intrusive motion. When she had gotten it halfway, she licked straight up the underside of his prick and then swirled her tongue around the top, quickly closing her whole mouth over as much of him as she could in one smooth glide while the dildo went further still. Harry could not keep still, twitching like a victim of the Cruciatus as small moans escaped him.



Luna was so stimulated she goaded herself to open her throat, swallowing around the tight lodge of his cock and causing the boy to jolt off the bed. With a gust of breath through her nose, she folded her lips to the base and kissed the flesh over his pubic bone, pushing the last length of the toy deep into his body. Her eyes were watering, but it didn’t even cross her notice as all of her thoughts were fixated on filling Harry, on taking the Boy Who Lived; the boy who had shown her this great gift. Luna possessed more strength and fire than perhaps even she had realized, and it was due to his generosity that she had discovered this about herself. The fact that he had indulged her at every turn fueled her passion as she sought to control every impulse, every feeling in the boy’s frame. There was a low rumbling coming from him now as she pumped the dildo in his arse, but she suddenly stopped and drew her head up when she thought he might be close to an orgasm. She transfigured a bar to stretch across the end of what she could still see of the phallus to keep it from going any deeper, tapping it to make it vibrate lightly and impossible to expel it. She wanted him hard for a spell, and it was time to practice a new one that she’d come across in her reading. Having a pass from Snape to do her research in the Restricted Section of the library meant that she’d had access to some very interesting tomes on the nature of Sex Magick. Apparently, there were all sorts of spells meant to keep a penis from ejaculating until it was required.



When she muttered one over his bollocks with a wave of her wand, she stared fascinated as a thin gold rope flowed from the tip this time and slunk its way down to the boy’s sac. It moved of its own accord to fashion itself into a figure eight as it wrapped tightly around each testicle, the ends slithering up to the center and then overlapping as they snaked their way around the base of his cock once, then twice. When the ends knotted into a bow, the ensnared region glowed brightly for a brief moment. Luna tentatively wrapped her hand around the boy’s steely staff, the feel of his hot skin pulsing like a heartbeat. She squeezed tighter, so entranced by her power over him, that the sound of his muffled groan shocked her for a second as she came back to her surroundings to notice the boy attached to the appendage in her grip. She marveled again at the many things she could do while he was at her mercy. Yet Luna was not a malicious girl and she had no desire to hurt Harry, merely drive him a bit…loony. She did so enjoy him begging her for his release. The blonde was soaked at her core, but she held off sitting astride his waiting ride until she could heighten his senses a bit more.





“Har-eeeeeee,” she exhaled over his knob. She brought her hands to him again, but this time, instead of force, she went for gentleness, employing a feather light touch as she stroked the boy into a frenzied state. Luna blew lightly on the head while running coated fingers over his length; she kissed it tenderly, cooed over it in worship as she used both hands around the middle, one over the other, sliding downward in alternating strokes. Luna whispered sweet words of encouragement into the skin, kissing and playing with it as she sighed contentedly. Harry was trying to move with her now, lifting his bum off the bed to reach her every time she withdrew her hands to slick them with the lubricant again. He made low grunting and sucking noises as she worked, her palm now rolling over the head as her fingers played with his balls caught in their band of gold. She leaned down and pressed her handful of breasts against the fleshy sacs, touching both hard nipples to the opposing testes. When she squeezed her breasts together at the base of his cock and pushed them up, his hardness firmly between them, Harry made a strangled scream in the back of his throat.



“Harry? You okay, mate?” The hushed voice came from the bed next to them and they both froze.



Harry’s expression grew panicked as he stared back at her, gulping so hard his Adam’s apple bobbed visibly. She put her finger to her lips and pursed them, then reached over silently to extract the wet knickers from his slobbering mouth. He swallowed a few times as she waved her wand before Luna touched his belly to prompt him to speak.



“Yeah, I’m fine, Ron,” the boy answered in a scratchy hitch.



“Sounded like you were having a nightmare, or something,” Ron whispered back. Luna leaned down and sucked on the head of his dick again while she stared at him blankly.



“Uhng, er, it wasn’t too bad. Sorry for waking you up,” he hissed in a rush.



“All right, no problem. Get some sleep.”



As soon as they could hear the room grow heavy with breathing again, Luna cast the Muffliato once more and pushed the sopping fabric back into his gob. The spell wasn’t as effective as they needed, obviously, but she was loath to cast a Silencio on the boy. She loved hearing him strain to keep quiet; it was part of the fun. Luna decided that she would definitely need to use one on herself, however. There was no way she would be able to keep her moans to a minimum once she was locked to Harry’s groin. She put her face to his crotch again and rubbed the throbbing rod across her face, stroking it over her cheeks and forehead, tapping the glans to each closed eye like some sort of ritual. Luna opened her mouth into an O and slammed the cock against the sides where the points of her cheeks sucked in, the sound of a wet, hollow popping accompanying the impact. When she came back out of her trance and looked down at Harry’s face, his lust was stamped there unequivocally, his thrall of her evident. She felt weightless, soaring as high as the Blibbering Humdinger in spring to see such reverence.



The impassioned witch couldn’t ignore her pussy any longer; it was demanding satisfaction with its own throbbing. As she straddled Harry to finally take advantage of his glorious cock, she leaned back a bit on his legs that couldn’t quite lay flat to the bed. He grunted from the pressure, but his sight never left her quim as she spread her legs far enough for him to see her take hold of his cock while hovering over him, pushing it, at last, to her waiting slit. Luna wanted Harry to have an unimpeded view of the penetration; something about the sight always stoked her desire. Feeling the insanely hard girth enter her, she arched her back into the slide as she pressed her body downwards. Using her hands to clutch at his sides, she dropped herself all the way down with a grunt, feeling his bollocks slap against her as her juices trickled their way down. Luna was grabbing blindly for her wand as her eyes clenched tight, wanting to cum almost immediately at the entirety of her domination even while Harry filled her with cock. Her hand folded around the thin wood and she quickly pointed it to her mouth, casting the spell in a murmur and then no longer hearing the sounds that followed. She tested its hold by making a coughing motion with her throat, but nothing came out. Satisfied that she was free to scream her pleasure, she swiftly began riding the boy, her hands accidentally brushing against the clamps when she sought purchase on his chest to have something solid to hold on to. He choked at the disturbance and Luna was quick to quiet him down with kisses. But as soon as she was settled on top of him, she became relentless in her drive to achieve her release on her submissive bottom.



Her hips were winding and thrusting as she fucked the boy mercilessly, knowing that he couldn’t do anything to attend to his own needs giving her quite a rush. She slipped one hand behind her to lean back on his thigh and then opened one leg sideways to rest her foot on the bed, effectively giving him another show. Her free hand crept down and fondled her clitoris, now enlarged in the increased stimulation, and Harry was once again glued to the visual. She felt so overtaken by her lust she didn’t even attempt to coax the small bud with light strokes, but instead attacked it with harsh friction from her punishing fingers, even stopping to smack the bundle of nerves every few minutes. Luna was still coherent enough to wish that Harry was sucking on her titties while she worked to bring up her climax with speed and dexterity, but it escaped her somehow and the girl felt maddened by desire. She did an old trick and rotated her cunt on his prick with greedy bounces, stopping once she was facing his legs and her bum was directed to his head. Looking down, she noted that Harry still had one rather large obstruction in his arse and she laced her fingers around the bar and started to pump the shaft in deep thrusts while her inner walls squeezed his cock tightly. He jumped under her, jostling both of their bodies together, and the resulting keening came to an abrupt halt as he got himself back under control. Luna pulled up on Harry’s leg as far as the rope would allow, her hand curved under his knee while she pummeled her cunt into the crease of his thigh, his dick spearing her deeper as she rubbed her clit against the top of his leg.



The girl was sweating profusely now and her panting could be felt in her chest, even if it couldn’t be detected audibly. Everything that her cunt came in contact with was soaked within seconds, a pool of her glistening dew coating Harry’s pubic hair to a slick mass. When his dick suddenly popped out of her channel in a particularly eager upswing, she felt it hit her backside as she tried to come back down on it and decided to switch orifices. Luna kneeled on the bed and lined up her bum to meet up with his still bobbing prick, one hand keeping flat to the bed while the other fiddled behind her. Even once the air hit his coated knob, it couldn’t dry quickly enough before she was settling her wrinkled button over the head and she sighed with relief at the added lube. Luna adjusted her weight on her knees well enough so that she could pick up her other hand and use them both to spread open her arse cheeks. Harry moaned again at the sight as she rubbed his wetness around her hole much in the way she’d done with him, before straightening up and pushing down hard enough to feel the breach from behind. The girl didn’t even bother to go slow, but felt turned on enough to slide down easily until she was sitting comfortably on his groin again, now in the other direction. This time when her bounces started up again, her cunt felt huge, like a train could make its way through its passage to her brain. She gyrated her hips as her thrusts pummeled the boy below her, wondering if it was time to take back her dildo from Harry’s reamed out areshole for some double stuffing.



Then she had another idea and it propelled her to change her movements after several minutes as she slid off of Harry’s knob and then extracted the giant phallus from him slowly. He was fidgeting again as she pulled it free, the girl’s breathing still heavy while she prepared to cast another spell. After a quick Tergeo on both members, she turned around and climbed up Harry until she was close enough to remove the bunched up gag and insert the fake cock into his mouth before he could even swallow the spit that had accumulated from his drool. He whimpered a bit but dutifully used his tongue to smear the saliva over the vibrating wand and soak it for her. As soon as he was done she was working to get it in her arse while kneeling over his face; her exhaustion starting to come to the fore, so she rested her full weight on Harry as her body sunk down, her open cunt sitting on his chin while her hands pushed the dildo inside her back tunnel, her torso landing on his clamps heavily, and her face slumped to his groin. Meanwhile, she was groaning and grunting, but the room could only hear the breathing of the other residents with no sound of her in the mix.



She could hear Harry, however, the fevered oh gods hissing into the space that disappeared into her waiting snatch. When at last the toy was completely within her, the deep penetration making her feel full and stretched, sensing the warmth from it still after being buried in Harry for the last hour, she smiled into the sparse light and backed up until her clit was ready to nestle into that hot mouth. The two teens joined together organs to lips and began feasting on each other. Luna knew she must have been literally pouring her arousal into Harry, she could hear him actively swallow to keep up with the secretions. As for him, while there was plenty of precum to spread around, he still couldn’t shoot his seed. But she enjoyed giving the blow-job anyway as he licked out her insides in his slavering, enthusiastic devotion. After a while, she got up on all fours and began riding his face aggressively, needing her ecstasy to overwhelm her and the endorphins to hit her nervous system as her endurance waned. Luna felt rather out of control as she fucked his mouth furiously, feeling the climax rolling in again, but this time catching its wave and letting it flood her from her toes to the tip of her blonde head. Her head leaned all the way back while she stretched her jaw open in a silent howl, feeling the thick stream of her desire practically spray from her like piss.



It took her a few moments to come out of her haze. She could hear Harry making distressed noises, trying to be as quiet as possible, but she imagined that he was at his limit by now and quickly cleared her head as she reached for her wand and then spun her body around. Luna shuffled down to his now reddish, angry knob, the veins purple and thick, and she took hold of the base while her wand movements brought about the Finite Incantatem on first her voice and then his block. The gold thread shimmered and then disappeared and with just two quick strokes from Luna’s hand, Harry started spurting massive ropes of spunk that whipped around the bed like the spray from a wet paint brush flicked across a canvas. The whitish strands rained down on them in copious streams and still Harry’s prick was ejecting its load. It seemed to go on interminably until at last the final gasp from his withering prick landed on his belly. By this time, they were both splattered in cum. Luna wished she hadn’t taken the Silencing spell off now so she could have laughed outwardly in her delight. This had been something to see. She didn’t even care that the globs of white were all over her hair, in her eyelashes, down her nose, across her breasts, sliding down past her bellybutton; it seemed like a glorious benediction for what she had just achieved.



When she looked down at her spent boyfriend, though, Harry was another matter entirely. He was visibly shaking and his eyes appeared to be rolling back into his head. Reacting quickly, Luna snatched off the nipple clamps like she would rip off a bandage and threw her body on the boy. She hugged him tight around is chest and then slid her skin over his, their trails of the mucky substance converging and sticking them together. Luna licked the spunk from his cheek, noticing for the first time that his glasses were completely covered in the glaze. Once she removed them and tossed them at the pillows, Harry blinked twice, then gulped, then blinked again, before opening his mouth to a barrage of harsh pants. The girl kissed him then, swirling her cum-covered tongue around his and then pushing it deeper. She continued to move her body over his in an effort to smear as much of his issue across each other's skin as she could. Harry sighed deeply into her, ending it as a moan in her mouth. She reached up to grab at his arms and remembered that he was still tied up.



Luna released all of his limbs save one, keeping his left wrist still in its bind. She intended to keep him that way through the rest of the night.





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In the early morning, Luna woke up feeling drained but rather gratified at the same time. Immediately, her sight took in the red drapes of the four-poster she lay in and she smiled to herself, knowing she was still in Harry’s bed and feeling the boy’s steady breathing tickle her sticky skin. It was still dark in the room, even though the sun was filtering its way through the heavy velvet curtains, and Luna finally discerned all of Harry’s body resting against hers as her senses became fully alert. His arm was still stretched over his head affixed to the headboard, but his other limb lay bent against her torso, his hand gently cupping one breast. His head lay tucked at her shoulder, his breath ghosting over her nipple and making it into a fine point. She had cast another Warming spell at some time during the night and they had pushed off the covers down to their waists. Luna loved the feeling of being naked in bed and exposed to the air.



She coughed quietly as her throat scratched in the first few swallows. After a lot of deep-throating on Harry’s or whoever’s knob, it was prone to being sore the next day. She tried to move carefully away from Harry so she could stretch out her arms, but he gave a deep breath and clutched spasmodically at her tit. He didn’t wake up, though, and Luna felt partially bad for the boy after she had exhausted him so. It was too bad it was a school day and he would have to be up soon. As for her, she needed to extract herself from his grasp and make her way out of the dorm before anyone else was awake. She was attempting to slide away from her heavy weight again when she heard a voice.



“Harry? Did you ever get back to sleep? I thought I heard you again, later. Harry?”



There was nothing she could do. Luna could hear Ron's shuffling feet getting closer to their bed as he spoke. He was going to poke his head in the curtain, she could feel it coming. When the thick, red drapery moved aside so that a ginger head could peek in, she stayed very still and kept her eyes on the freckled face of the boy blinking in front of her. Ron just stood there and gaped at her for a full minute and a half while she stared back and Harry slept. She decided to interrupt the frozen moment when she put her hand to Harry’s on top of her breast, and then slowly pushed his hand downwards, dragging the sheets with it until it was poised above her twat. Harry sighed again and reflexively cupped her sex while Ron looked on, gobsmacked and airless. They stayed like that in an impasse until eventually Ron snapped his hanging bottom lip shut and silently backed out of their space. She heard the shifting of his duvet as he crawled back into bed, followed by a curious, faint, buzzing noise, like a mosquito swarm from far away. Luna started to have some more dirty thoughts.





The rest of her day was fairly uneventful.





After trying to wiggle out from under Harry for several minutes, he had finally awakened and shot his eyes open in horror to find her still there. In a hushed, heated discussion, he convinced her to take his Invisibility Cloak, an item which she was absolutely enchanted with, to get back to her room. She rolled it up tight and locked it in her trunk at the foot of her bed once she made it safely to Ravenclaw tower. The girl would have use for it again very soon, she determined. In fact, that same night, when she crept back to him and fucked him again like she was atop a bucking Hippogriff. Luna had mercy on Harry this time and silenced him before she started, but the tremors to the bed were a bit more difficult to conceal.



The pale, moony girl kept this up for the rest of the week, arriving to a worn-out looking Harry ready to be abused. She had a scary moment one afternoon when it suddenly occurred to her that she might have forgotten to use the contraceptive charm on herself the night before, but by the next day her period had descended on her and she breathed a sigh of relief. This curbed her fun with Harry, however, and she wondered again how her bodily functions would change once she transformed her sex organs. She was still working tirelessly on her assignment, which had become quite a monumental project, but she was nowhere near done and the frustration returned with the onset of the crabby mood from her menstruation. She needed some Polyjuice. The girl wanted to physically penetrate Harry again, badly. Luna had already tried to sweet-talk her professor into giving her some more, but that proved futile. While Snape was very excited, in his own muted way, to see her progress, he still seemed annoyed at her taking up with the person who was apparently the bane of his existence. Luna couldn’t quite understand it, but thought she could read a sadness in the man that spoke of many regrets.



So, without Snape as her source, she had to resort to her stand-bys. Whatever could be said about Andrew, he had a way of getting access to a lot of contraband. She decided that it wouldn’t kill her to blow him for a few vials of the much needed elixir if he could come through for her. But Andrew didn’t have a good connection for her this time out, much to his chagrin, and she found herself picking over her options. Colin Creevey came to mind. He seemed to be everywhere and was in everybody’s business; always knowing the best gossip and getting into the tougher boys’ good graces with his secret stash of photos. Luna had a suspicion, even though she had shagged him and he seemed to be into girls, that Colin had a major hard-on for The Boy Who Lived. She could see him staring at Harry from where she sat in the Great Hall sometimes and there was a lot more than admiration written on his face. Perhaps she could use her close relationship with Harry to impart some urgency on the blond boy.



When she approached the amateur photographer and ‘confessed’ that she wanted to surprise Harry by using Polyjuice in a kinky sex game, the boy’s eyes lit up. He all but started panting as he assured her he could get some for her while staring at her chest. Luna had worn her Harry Potter Quibbler tee-shirt to add further incentive. She brought up payment and suggested she could suck him off again if he so desired. The boy seemed shocked that she would want to after being with Harry. She gave him her wistful hint of a smile that just reached her eyes as a visual crossed her mind.



“You could watch me suck Harry off, if you would prefer,” she spoke dreamily. Colin’s eyes enlarged in his face comically and his gulp was loud.



“Could I take a picture?” he breathed. She expected there was a rigid bulge under his robes by now. Luna’s smile deepened. She liked this bartering system much better than posting pleas to have her things returned. The empowered witch knew it wouldn’t be an easy task talking Harry into posing for Colin and wondered if he would mind so much if he was not aware of it. It was kind of like a Nargle infestation, she reasoned. They couldn’t bother you if you didn’t know they were there.



“I have to see the photos after they’re processed and there can’t be any copies made. You’ll only be allowed the originals and you can’t show them to anyone,” she prudently demanded. “I’ll spell them to deteriorate the second you try.” Colin could only shake his head in fervent agreement. “You’ll have to sneak into Harry’s room on your own, but be there tomorrow night and you’ll get your wish. Do you have a way to erase the flash?”



“I’ve got special equipment for night photos,” he admitted, his pallor quite flushed now. They set up a time where he could get the potion to her and he scrambled off through the hallways after as if he were afraid of being seen with the girl.



Harry, meanwhile, had been rather awkward around her in front of his classmates. She wasn’t sure if it was the prospect of the staff catching them or something else that had sprung up in his strange, little head, but he acted a bit distant when they were in between classes. Not that they got to do much with each other during the week, except study together, and even that had been minimal with all of their other obligations. Luna was hoping that the weekend might prove to be more relaxing and fun with the bulk of detention out of the way. She wanted to get Harry into the Room of Requirement for some special experiments.



When Colin delivered on his promise, she enthusiastically prepared for that night, giddy in her excitement. She had already informed Harry that he could be the ‘girl’ their next rendezvous although she wasn’t sure what to make of his reaction, whether it was a sigh of relief or weariness. The young Ravenclaw deduced that she had been overextending him this past week; she would have to make it up to him hence. Running to his dorm under the cover of the cloak, Luna was trembling by the time she made it up the stairs to his door. Slipping into the room, she glanced around briefly to see if she could detect Colin’s presence. There was a sheath of moonlight cutting across the room from the top arch of the window, but she could only make out a few figures in their beds who deigned to sleep with the curtains of their four-poster opened. The sound of heavy breathing and light snoring greeted her in the usual fashion. On her way to creeping into Harry’s bed, she tripped on something and heard a low, oof!, before catching herself and making it to the bed. Well, supposedly Colin had made it.



Harry was quick to come out of his nap as soon as he heard her rustle up the fabric of the drapes, even before she took off the cloak. She set upon him like a puppy happy to see its owner, kissing him with much vigor before pulling off her robe. Luna was quick to bring out the stoppered vials in her pocket and held them out to Harry dramatically. He glanced at her intensely and then grabbed his wand to perform a quick Silencing spell that he had shown her recently, causing a sphere around them to keep in all sound from emitting to the rest of the room.



“Who are we supposed to be this time?” he asked, although he still kept his voice low. Luna answered by way of tugging a strand of her hair out of her head and then reaching over to do the same to Harry. She was really thrilled to see this change. It would be quite spectacular to behold the vision of her body to do with as she pleased. Luna had thought of the many things she would imagine in her fantasies but didn’t know whether they would hold up in real life and here was a perfect opportunity with which to explore that. How would she look with a leather choker? With a leash? With her arms in shackles? It was a powerful image to come up against, seeing as she preferred to be on top. The girl disconnected from herself for a moment and wondered how she would react in the scene; all ready to dispatch a special kind of punishment on ‘her’ with approaching gleefulness.



As soon as the transformation was under way, Luna grew awed at the emergence of her form in the place of her boyfriend. Her hair sparkled in the moonlight; she had never realized that. In fact, the whole picture of Harry kneeling there with her tits and her cunny and her pale skin was so ethereal she had to poke the flesh to make sure of ‘her’ solidity. That was an interesting perception, she thought. The two knelt on the bed facing each other, the incongruous detail of Harry’s black specs once again skewing the picture, but she pulled them off and put them away. It would be better if Harry’s vision was compromised, anyway, the girl noted. When her hand reached down to stroke Harry’s cock between her legs, she gave a deep, contented moan. This was her favorite part.



‘Harry’ got to work swiftly, bringing out the collar to fasten to ‘Luna’s’ neck. Harry’s hands groped Luna’s modest breasts. When he pinched the dusty pink nipples tightly, the blonde before him sucked in her breath and opened her knees outward on the bed. Harry responded by cupping a hand to that bare quim and sliding two fingers along the already wet slit. ‘Harry’ thought about how Luna fucked herself on her fingers when she was alone in bed at night, and now plunged the digits deep inside the girl knowing exactly what she could take, what she craved. He was going to fuck her silly. Luna would love that and would love that it was Harry doing it to her, spreading her like butter on his cock and plowing her until she couldn’t walk. The shiver running through his nerves was like the anticipatory sizzle at the beginning of a Quidditch game. Well, what he expected was like the beginning of a game, anyway, not that he had much frame of reference.



Even though their voices couldn’t carry, Harry had decided he liked the idea of gagging Luna again…this time. Using the Gryffindor tie to wrap around her mouth and knot in the back of her head looked amazing, the colors against that fair skin standing out so starkly. He kissed the sides of her lips and suckled the bottom one at the prompt of such a picture. Luna had often wondered what it would be like to be a Gryffindor, but even an honorary one was something special. When he transfigured two leather cuffs from a pair of dirigible plum earrings, he pulled the girls arms to her back, crossed just above her bum, and locked them together. ‘Luna’ moaned into the restrictive pose, but then Harry was pushing her to the bed so her porcelain arse was propped up. He also knew how much she liked a tongue up her pussy.



So began a wondrous episode of carnal frivolity as he proceeded to peg the girl every way he could think of, in all the special ways that he uniquely knew Luna would enjoy. He had had to cast a spell on the bed to keep it from vibrating while he pounded her tight heat. The freedom that came with pumping away in that channel, the mindless ramming, the friction along that prick so different yet so intensely pleasurable, was undeniably addicting to this creature. What bliss! What power! When he flipped her on her back with such ease and strength then grabbed hold of her shins, pulling the girl’s legs up high while his prick went back to fucking the beejesus out of her, he almost came from the sheer joy, but calmed down enough to remember that someone was waiting to see this incredible act. Remembering what Luna had said to Colin, he turned her to the headboard and got her on her knees bent forward. Once he was positioned in front of her, his steely erection pointing at the girl’s dazed face, he surreptitiously brought up his wand and cast a quick spell to slide back the material around the bed. They silently swished back to the top of the bed, revealing the room beyond at the bottom end.



Harry could look out and see the slight movement of something shimmering in a strange patina of color in the corner, but Luna was oblivious to what had happened, her concentration now focused on sucking that gorgeous cock. ‘Harry’ knew how to give good head, that was indisputable, but ‘Luna’ was still a novice, so he felt it was only right to help her along by clutching thick cords of that white-blonde hair in both of his hands and using the makeshift pigtails as leverage while he slid her mouth back and forth over that throbbing muscle. Harry sighed and tilted his head back, enjoying the sensations of tongue on hard skin, of lips making sucking sounds as the motions of her mouth rubbed back and forth so enticingly, the moans from the back of her throat only adding more feeling with the vibrations. Harry didn’t always like feeling that loss of control when someone else was banging into the back of Luna’s throat, but in this case, he felt there was a certain understanding in both of their natures and how they interacted with each other. He pulled her head forward and held tight, his cock insistent as he pushed forward and conned her into swallowing with the blunt force against her tonsils. When she choked and gagged, he was surprised to get a little thrill in his belly. How unusual. But Luna stayed with him and pushed herself to try harder. Somewhere in the background, Harry heard a click.



At some point, he pushed her on her back again and clipped the chain link leash to her collar, whipping the leather grip on the end of it against her cunt. She barked into the pain and jolted, then moaned deliriously as Harry pushed in several fingers at a time. Harry wrapped the chain continuously around the inside of his hand again and bent down to meet Luna’s face being dragged up. Her eyes were still in some kind of drugged out daze and her legs spread wider as he finger fucked her, pushing four of them into her hard and fast.



“Tell me you want it,” he demanded gruffly, noticing how sexy his voice sounded like this.



“I want it, I want it, I do,” the girl echoed breathlessly, her eyes closed as she admitted it aloud. Harry reached for the wand at his side again and released the bubble, hearing another click accompany the pop, lost in his own delirium to see such a confession. Something in his brain thought it proper for Colin to hear it, wanted him to understand that Harry was a good guy always so that nothing could be misconstrued. He seemed to forget there were four other occupants in the room. He cajoled Luna to beg him some more.



“Oh, God, fuck me, fuck me with your cock, my cock, whatever, just do it. I want it, dear Merlin, I want it. I’ll do what you want; I’ll do whatever you want!” Luna’s cries were more desperate and soulful and he reacted without thinking, removing fingers and stuffing her with just what she asked for. It felt so much more intense this way, having her plead him for it. He didn’t think he could ever do that, but was blown away that the Luna underneath him could reach such a place. It felt so special that she was doing this with him, that they had made this connection. He twisted and wound his hips as he fucked her relentlessly, driving into her as if devils were on his tail taunting him. The force running through him was insane, and he felt his levels of magic shift and burn, like something had just been contained in his knowing, something profound that had altered him forever.



He felt a great burst of energy then and jackhammered into that absorbing cunt until the bed couldn’t hold its stasis any longer and started to shake. Luna was moaning incessantly now, her legs wrapped tightly around his back while he gripped on to her leash for dear life, bringing the girl’s head up as he slammed against her, and watching her bang back against the bed in the pummeling. The tightness in his groin was so fierce now, and the tremor in his stomach alerted him to the oncoming fluid, but he couldn’t even tell if Luna had cum yet or not, things were so frenzied. She looked like her face was wrenching into a state of ecstasy when they heard it, though, and everything suddenly came crashing down around them.



“WHAT THE BLOODY FUCK!!!”



The voice bellowed out across the room and Luna’s eyes popped open in shock. Harry felt something pass between them and then hands were pushing him backwards and he fell out of her cunt with a slick sound. ‘Luna’ sat up and gawked at the open curtain.



“What are you two playing at? For fuck sake, man, some of us need to sleep, ya bloody wankers!” It sounded like Seamus was complaining now, too, but Ron’s mighty temper was in full force.



“You’d better get her out of here, Harry! I’m the bloody Prefect! Are you a fucking idiot?!”



‘Luna’ reached for the robe at the end of the bed and tried to cover herself hurriedly, all while extending her arm to grab blindly at the nightstand searching for glasses. ‘Harry’ quickly took hold of them first, though, slapping her hand away and putting them on. He stared out with bulbous eyes at the boys sitting up in their beds, the lights still out, and could only gape. He didn’t know what had gone wrong. Then ‘Luna’ was holding a wand out and calling out for the curtains to roll back. In another instant, they were enshrouded once more and the betrayed look on Luna’s face glared back at him.



“Give me my glasses,” she demanded hoarsely. Harry slid them off his face and handed them to her; she was still clutching the robe to her nakedness.



“I want you out of here. Get the fuck out, now, Luna, I mean it,” she hissed. “Take the cloak and go.”



‘Harry’ felt a bit discombobulated by the sudden turn of events. He had been just about to climax and now his boyfriend was upset with him. This was not going as planned. “Go!” she whisper-shouted at him again and the next push she gave him propelled him into action.



He didn’t think it would be wise to ask for his robe back at this time and so simply took the Invisibility Cloak to cover his nude, still male, form and moved to slink out of the bed.



“Harry?” There came an angry voice again. “Is Luna okay? I want to make sure that she’s doing alright.” Ron sounded as if he was standing right outside of the curtain.



The two looked at each other, not knowing who should speak. His voice was still too deep. ‘Luna’ cleared her throat. “I’m okay, Ron—Ronald. It—it was an accident, sorry. We didn’t realize…” she let the rest of the sentence hang in the air as her hands flew to her face. “Shit,” she swore under her breath. Harry was starting to feel more like Luna as he watched her, wondering how long before they would revert back to their real forms. He went to put a hand out to comfort her, but as soon as she felt it she slapped it away and turned away from him.



Luna left under cover and sped through the room undetected as the boys tried to get back to sleep and Ron stood glowering on the other side of Harry’s bed. She had a bad feeling that it would take more than the promise of hot sex to make things up to Harry this time.





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It was breakfast time in the Great Hall once more, and Luna was feeling a bit despondent as she sat at her usual end of the bench. It was obvious she had upset Harry last night, but she honestly hadn’t meant to. She wasn’t feeling too positive about their next meeting and her insides flitted and roiled unpleasantly as if filled with Aquavarius Maggots. The girl kept looking back at the entrance every few minutes to see if he’d come in yet, mutually eager and terrified to see his face. He had been very angry, and one thing she had learned about Harry was that his temper was a slow burn that lead up to a fiery explosion. She thought back on her actions last night, feeling that disconnection again as if pondering the motives of another person. What had she been thinking to expose him like that, even if they were in reverse? In some strange way, Luna’s experiences had taught her to expect that such a reveal would have prompted the other boys to want to join in, or at the very least, to enjoy the show. She had been somewhat confounded by the heated reaction.



Would it have been different if they’d been in a Slytherin dorm? Or even a Ravenclaw one? She wasn’t sure if it was that easy to categorize by house. Having the feeling of being in a boy’s body had been eye-opening, but she still didn’t understand them. They were very strange. If you gave them what they wanted, they made fun of you and put you down. If you didn’t give them what they wanted, they made fun of you and put you down. Luna had felt instinctively upon being introduced to him that Harry had been different, and she’d been right about that, but in a much more complex way than she’d ever imagined. How would things change between them now that he had been put in such a vulnerable position? She at least understood that Harry was very wary of how he was perceived by everyone. His reputation was an entity of such magnitude that she imagined it was a lot to drag around. Luna attempted to put herself in his shoes and it only made her feel low.



When she had met with Colin before breakfast to look at the moving photos and a few stills, she had cast her spell over them without even looking at them. Colin seemed to be under the impression that they had never gotten to their Polyjuice part of the sex play, that it had been interrupted and that what he had seen was Harry actually overtaking Luna. It was what all the boys had thought. Luna was in no mood for his obsession today and rudely reminded him that his wank photos were a solitary pleasure and that trying to show them off would result in their destruction. The normally placid witch nastily suggested to him that if he breathed a word of what he had been doing last night, she’d tell everyone in the school that he carried a boner for Harry Potter. The boy blanched but she winced internally at her harsh words. Besides, she had a feeling he spied on a lot of people and was not about to give up the ghost on his trade secrets.



Luna sighed again as she glanced back once more at the front doors. She wrenched her head back further to scope out the Gryffindor table, anxious to see which of Harry’s room mates were already eating. She noticed Seamus staring at her with an unreadable expression. As soon as he caught her glance in his direction, however, he immediately bent his head to look at his plate. Dean was present, too, and was talking in low murmurs in Neville’s ear. When there was a sudden kerfuffle in the crowd of students seated at their tables, she looked back at the door and gaped. Ron had stormed in looking quite threatening as he stomped to his table. But Harry had come in right after him and his face caused murmurs to disperse through the assembly like ripples in a pool.



His right eye was partially closed and surrounded by a nasty blackish bruise. His lip looked split on the bottom and very puffy as it pouted forward. He waltzed in and ignored the whispers around him, his destination evidently clear as he steered in the opposite direction of his house table and headed to what appeared to be her own. Luna gulped as she watched him march towards her, so different from his approach the other day. When he stood in front of her, it seemed as if the same eyes were peeled to them again, this time with an almost collective suspension of breath.



Harry spoke in a flat voice, his expression tight. “I need to talk to you somewhere private, please.” Luna felt a buzzing in her core and it made it difficult to swallow, to even breathe properly. She didn’t answer him, but simply picked up her bag and stood up in front of him, leaving her plate of food to sit uneaten as she waited for him to lead the way. Harry turned on his heel and started to march back to the door.





Luna could do nothing but follow him out, a hundred pair of eyes watching their exit.









Cliffie! Next up, Harry's take on all of this.