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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
100
Views:
10,661
Reviews:
52
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Thunder
Title: Thunder
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: MA
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble, PWP
Warnings: Lite DH-Spoilers, M/F
Summary: #69 – Thunder. How to stave off fear.
Word Count: 1,002 words.
Author's Notes: Drabble: a slice of fic in less than 1500 words. This was another fun drabble. Suggested by…an anonymous commenter. Enjoy!
Prompt 69 – Thunder
When Harry found Luna, the thunder was rolling in deep rumbles, shaking everything, even the very walls of Grimmauld Place. The sound of thunder even eclipsed the sounds of the party downstairs, the three-year anniversary of the fall of Voldemort…
“Luna?” Harry asked, moving to his knees to lift the heavy Black family tapestry up to find a frightened young woman cowering…hands over her ears, eyes shut tight.
At another roll of thunder, shaking the floor, Luna whimpered.
Harry smirked. Luna Lovegood, who had fought at his side in the Department of Mysteries, helped him escape Malfoy Manor, and aided him during the Last Battle, was afraid of thunder… Considering how odd her behaviour had always been…it was not too surprising that she was afraid of something as trivial as thunder.
His hands wrapped about her wrists, preparing to pull her palms away from her ears, but when he found he was pulling her whole body to face him, her body rigid, he sighed. Luna opened her eerie grey eyes, and blinked once at him, her straw-coloured hair coated in dust and cobwebs.
“Harry Potter,” she said softly, as if saying his name verify his existence in her mind.
Harry smiled as Luna’s hands slipped from her ears to curl inside his fingers.
“We missed you downstairs, are you alright?” he asked.
Harry had always liked Luna, and believed her otherworldly wisdom to be a balm to his sore spirit when he really needed some relief.
“I…” she began, but cast her large eyes away, her body relaxing slightly.
Harry knelt before her, moving his hand to smooth down the tapestry behind Luna’s head, then allowed his fingers to go to her hair, picking out doxy eggs and cobwebs.
“You don’t like thunder?” Harry supplied, wiping at the cobwebs on her bare shoulders. She had chosen a garish orange summer dress to wear to the party, with matching heels…stilettos of patent orange leather…a strange combination, and a disconcerting fashion choice in Harry’s opinion.
“I should have said something,” Luna said softly, her hand moving from Harry’s to pick at an invisible thread at the shoulder of his tee shirt…attempting to groom him as he was grooming her. “I could have cast a charm to block out the sound…but…”
Another rumble of thunder, and a sharp ‘thwack’ of lightning striking nearby sent Luna into his arms, knocking Harry flat on his back, his glasses askew on his face. Harry tried to laugh, but Luna’s arms about his neck, and face pressed into his chest made him hold his breath. She was whimpering, her entire body quaking.
“Luna…” he whispered, his arms curling about her thin body, hoping to calm her shivers.
His touch against her bareback seemed to soothe her, but Harry found he had another problem as he stared up at the ceiling, only able to see the dusty boards through his left eye as his glasses were crooked over his face. The problem was…the growing problem in his denims. Luna’s narrow hips were pressed tight against his by way of gravity, and her breasts, which felt larger than they looked in the orange halter-top dress, were warm against his chest.
Luna began to move, as if to extract herself from Harry, but Harry held her fast. He was at a loss as to what to do. Luna had not seemed to notice how hard he was against her pelvis, and if she had noticed, Harry knew she would not make a big deal of it. However, as Luna moved…Harry realized that the witch had indeed noticed, and was moving purposefully to make sweat break out along his forehead.
“Luna…” he gasped, his arms curling tighter, “…don’t do…”
He groaned as her bare legs moved so her knees were planted on either side of his hips…orange stilettos shifting on the wood floor. He angled his chin down to look at her face, but she still hid it in his chest. The front of his denims felt warmer…Luna Lovegood was not wearing knickers…
Merlin! Harry swallowed as her hips shifted over his, and the warmth grew. He wanted to open his mouth to ask her to stop…to ask her what she believed she was doing…
Another rumble of thunder, and Luna froze. Harry sighed, his hands moving to cradle her head as her hands found purchase upon the clothed planes of his chest. And then…she kissed him, lips trembling from fear, eyes shut tight. It was an awkward kiss, but Harry closed his eyes as he tasted butterbeer and something anise…perhaps a lozenge she was so fond of eating.
The awkwardness quickly turned into skill as Harry’s chest burned for air…Luna’s kiss affecting his entire body so that it tingled pleasantly. Finally, he was able to breath as Luna buried her face into his shoulder.
Harry opened his mouth to speak, but only managed a throaty grunt as unseen hands stealthily unbuttoned his fly, and pushed the zipper down. His brow furrowed, knowing very well that Luna’s hands were pressed into his chest. A spell…surely. What sort of perverted spells did Ravenclaws learn anyway?
Luna inhaled the scent of Harry’s shirt as her centre rubbed against Harry’s cock, which arched up from his body. Harry groaned at the heat and dampness sliding down his organ, and resignedly let his hands fall from Luna’s body to the floor. A vision of blond and orange, Luna lifted her body from his, her face distant, her eyes nearly shut as she gazed down at his face…his glasses were still skewed and slightly fogged from their kiss.
Just as thunder rattled the house, Harry cried out as Luna impaled herself upon him, her body tightening from penetration, and the sudden fear the thunder caused. Harry nearly lost himself with the first stroke. Luna whimpered, but forced herself to move, even as the thunder rumbled on and on…
Harry wondered…distantly…if he had not been the one to find her…what would she have done to stave off her fear?
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: MA
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble, PWP
Warnings: Lite DH-Spoilers, M/F
Summary: #69 – Thunder. How to stave off fear.
Word Count: 1,002 words.
Author's Notes: Drabble: a slice of fic in less than 1500 words. This was another fun drabble. Suggested by…an anonymous commenter. Enjoy!
Prompt 69 – Thunder
When Harry found Luna, the thunder was rolling in deep rumbles, shaking everything, even the very walls of Grimmauld Place. The sound of thunder even eclipsed the sounds of the party downstairs, the three-year anniversary of the fall of Voldemort…
“Luna?” Harry asked, moving to his knees to lift the heavy Black family tapestry up to find a frightened young woman cowering…hands over her ears, eyes shut tight.
At another roll of thunder, shaking the floor, Luna whimpered.
Harry smirked. Luna Lovegood, who had fought at his side in the Department of Mysteries, helped him escape Malfoy Manor, and aided him during the Last Battle, was afraid of thunder… Considering how odd her behaviour had always been…it was not too surprising that she was afraid of something as trivial as thunder.
His hands wrapped about her wrists, preparing to pull her palms away from her ears, but when he found he was pulling her whole body to face him, her body rigid, he sighed. Luna opened her eerie grey eyes, and blinked once at him, her straw-coloured hair coated in dust and cobwebs.
“Harry Potter,” she said softly, as if saying his name verify his existence in her mind.
Harry smiled as Luna’s hands slipped from her ears to curl inside his fingers.
“We missed you downstairs, are you alright?” he asked.
Harry had always liked Luna, and believed her otherworldly wisdom to be a balm to his sore spirit when he really needed some relief.
“I…” she began, but cast her large eyes away, her body relaxing slightly.
Harry knelt before her, moving his hand to smooth down the tapestry behind Luna’s head, then allowed his fingers to go to her hair, picking out doxy eggs and cobwebs.
“You don’t like thunder?” Harry supplied, wiping at the cobwebs on her bare shoulders. She had chosen a garish orange summer dress to wear to the party, with matching heels…stilettos of patent orange leather…a strange combination, and a disconcerting fashion choice in Harry’s opinion.
“I should have said something,” Luna said softly, her hand moving from Harry’s to pick at an invisible thread at the shoulder of his tee shirt…attempting to groom him as he was grooming her. “I could have cast a charm to block out the sound…but…”
Another rumble of thunder, and a sharp ‘thwack’ of lightning striking nearby sent Luna into his arms, knocking Harry flat on his back, his glasses askew on his face. Harry tried to laugh, but Luna’s arms about his neck, and face pressed into his chest made him hold his breath. She was whimpering, her entire body quaking.
“Luna…” he whispered, his arms curling about her thin body, hoping to calm her shivers.
His touch against her bareback seemed to soothe her, but Harry found he had another problem as he stared up at the ceiling, only able to see the dusty boards through his left eye as his glasses were crooked over his face. The problem was…the growing problem in his denims. Luna’s narrow hips were pressed tight against his by way of gravity, and her breasts, which felt larger than they looked in the orange halter-top dress, were warm against his chest.
Luna began to move, as if to extract herself from Harry, but Harry held her fast. He was at a loss as to what to do. Luna had not seemed to notice how hard he was against her pelvis, and if she had noticed, Harry knew she would not make a big deal of it. However, as Luna moved…Harry realized that the witch had indeed noticed, and was moving purposefully to make sweat break out along his forehead.
“Luna…” he gasped, his arms curling tighter, “…don’t do…”
He groaned as her bare legs moved so her knees were planted on either side of his hips…orange stilettos shifting on the wood floor. He angled his chin down to look at her face, but she still hid it in his chest. The front of his denims felt warmer…Luna Lovegood was not wearing knickers…
Merlin! Harry swallowed as her hips shifted over his, and the warmth grew. He wanted to open his mouth to ask her to stop…to ask her what she believed she was doing…
Another rumble of thunder, and Luna froze. Harry sighed, his hands moving to cradle her head as her hands found purchase upon the clothed planes of his chest. And then…she kissed him, lips trembling from fear, eyes shut tight. It was an awkward kiss, but Harry closed his eyes as he tasted butterbeer and something anise…perhaps a lozenge she was so fond of eating.
The awkwardness quickly turned into skill as Harry’s chest burned for air…Luna’s kiss affecting his entire body so that it tingled pleasantly. Finally, he was able to breath as Luna buried her face into his shoulder.
Harry opened his mouth to speak, but only managed a throaty grunt as unseen hands stealthily unbuttoned his fly, and pushed the zipper down. His brow furrowed, knowing very well that Luna’s hands were pressed into his chest. A spell…surely. What sort of perverted spells did Ravenclaws learn anyway?
Luna inhaled the scent of Harry’s shirt as her centre rubbed against Harry’s cock, which arched up from his body. Harry groaned at the heat and dampness sliding down his organ, and resignedly let his hands fall from Luna’s body to the floor. A vision of blond and orange, Luna lifted her body from his, her face distant, her eyes nearly shut as she gazed down at his face…his glasses were still skewed and slightly fogged from their kiss.
Just as thunder rattled the house, Harry cried out as Luna impaled herself upon him, her body tightening from penetration, and the sudden fear the thunder caused. Harry nearly lost himself with the first stroke. Luna whimpered, but forced herself to move, even as the thunder rumbled on and on…
Harry wondered…distantly…if he had not been the one to find her…what would she have done to stave off her fear?