The Seven Deadly Sins

Title: Gluttony and Temperance
Author: Pittwitch
Characters: Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, George Weasley, Fred Weasley, Crabbe, Goyle, Malfoy, Parkinson and Snape.
Warnings: Voyeurism, Femme!Dom, slash.



The castle whispered to me as I headed to where we, the select members of Dumbledore’s Army were to meet once more in secret, hidden away from prying eyes, in the Room of Requirement. After we were all accounted for, sweet Neville quickly left to act as a decoy for Malfoy and my boys. The others gathered around, trying to find a way to meet one last time before the end of term break, to meet without interference from Umbridge and her Inquisitorial Squad. We bent our heads together, brainstorming frantically until a wisp of a plan began to form. The castle called out, more insistently; I went to answer her. As usual, the others left me alone while they molded the plan into firmer shape.

“LUNA!” Ron shouted.

I stilled my fingers, nodded at the wall, smiled, then turned to face Ron.

“Yes?” I answered quietly.

“Are you in?” Ron demanded huffily.

“Yes, yes. Of course …” I replied quietly. “In where?”

“Sweet Merlin on ice skates,” muttered Ron. He muttered a lot. Fred and George had to hold each other up as they tried quite unsuccessfully to suppress their guffaws. Silly boys.

“Crabbe and Goyle, Luna,” Hermione intervened. She stared at me hopefully.

“Oh,” I gasped, “of course.” I turned back to the wall, listening to Hogwarts’ murmuring reassurance. “Shall I do that now?”

“Now?” Harry stammered.

“Yes, they are just the other side of the wall.” I stared at him. I never understood how could he not know. How any of them could not know. “With Draco and Mr. Filch, too.”

“How the bloody hell does she know that?” Ron whispered in amazement to Hermione.

“I do not know,” answered the bushy-haired know-it-all, for once admitting her lack of knowledge. Why did they always seem to think I can’t hear them?

“Uh, no, Luna, not right now. Tomorrow afternoon, remember?” Harry cajoled, his pretty green eyes pleading with me for something I didn’t understand.

“All right. After morning classes then.”

“Use your Patronus when you’re ready?” Hermione needlessly reminded me.

“Yes, Patronus.”

Fred and George, those mischievous devils, pulled themselves together long enough to add, “Draco,” started Fred. “And Filch,” chimed in George. “Are ours,” they concluded in stereo.

“Tomorrow then.” Harry ended our meeting, nodding with a look of grim determination on his face. Poor boy always seemed so solemn; he needed some fun. I wondered if ...

“Yes, tomorrow. Today, we should use a different door,” I reminded them, as I still traced the lines of the stones. “Unless you want to meet up with the Inquisitorial Squad?” I asked. Perhaps I misunderstood? I seemed to do that frequently.

“No!” Five voices resounded in unison. “We’ll use a different door,” Ron commanded. He had become quite forceful, and interesting as well.

“All right then.” I turned and skipped to the far wall, tapped it with my wand to command a door, and merrily continued skipping through into a hallway far from where the Inquisitorial Squad stood staring at the blank stone wall, trying to figure out how to get into our room with no door.

~*~

At breakfast, I glanced across the room to where Crabbe and Goyle were sitting, one on each side of Draco Malfoy. When I caught Goyle’s eye, I merely tapped my lower lip with one finger and returned to my reading, one eye focused on my boys.

Crabbe glanced worriedly across Draco’s uncomprehending figure at his partner. Goyle leaned backwards behind Draco, and Crabbe mirrored his movement. Their conversation disappeared behind the protection of Draco’s back, until Malfoy’s own voice wafted above the subdued breakfast sounds of the assembled masses.

“What are you two prattling on about?” Draco interrupted them loudly.

“Wondering what will be for lunch,” Goyle replied sullenly as he returned his attention to his breakfast. On the other side of Draco, Crabbe seemed to have the same idea as he re-tucked in to his meal with gusto, a bit of egg collecting in the corner of his mouth. I had so hoped he would wipe his mouth before one o’clock.

“Honestly, you haven’t even finished breakfast yet. It is a wonder you both aren’t the size of Hagrid,” Draco berated them.

“Umhmm,” they both mumbled with their mouths full, eyes fixed on me, and I redirected my stare to the charmed ceiling, fascinating charm work there.

~*~

Lunch time didn’t come quite fast enough for me. From the ginger way my boys settled at the table, it wasn’t coming fast enough for them either.

Pansy Parkinson unknowingly obliged us and distracted the dratted Draco, when she slipped in between him and Goyle. As the pair slipped away, I smiled down at my empty plate. I pushed it away and stood. Carefully selecting a nearly perfect apple from the fruit basket, I collected my books, then slipped from the hall as well.

Pausing to conjure my Patronus, I bent my head to the oak door to the classroom, eavesdropping. A loud slap indicated someone had reached out for my temptations. They always reached out for my temptations.

“You know what she’ll do!” Goyle barked. I smiled to myself. He was learning quite quickly.

“But, I’m hungry,” Crabbe whined.

“More hungry than horny?” Goyle asked sarcastically. “I’m not taking your licks for you this time.”

“Time and place. Time and place,” Crabbe mumbled distractedly. I was surprised. He was learning after all.

“Exactly!" Goyle concurred.

“That turkey smells sooooo good …” whined Crabbe.

“If we behave, she’ll let us have the turkey too,” Goyle whispered hopefully.

“How did we ever get ourselves mixed up with her?”

“Who cares?” muttered Goyle in exasperation. “Hurry up, before she gets here.”

I rubbed my lips with the smooth skin of my apple, appetite for food completely gone now. I sent the Patronus to find George then pushed open the door to find Goyle, already naked, at the center of the floor, kneeling, and his arms crossed behind his back, head bowed, eyes closed, cock rising. Crabbe hastily followed suit, casting one longing glance backwards at the feast that was calling out to him seductively, the aromas – his siren’s song. My glutton, I thought fondly.

I ruffled their hair approvingly. Setting my books on another chair, I carefully placed my apple on top, admiring its perfection, the beauty of something so natural.

“Did you touch anything on my table?” I asked softly, with my back to the pair, already knowing the answer.

“No,” answered Goyle.

“Good boys,” I praised them.

“Crabbe, come here,” I asked in my quiet voice as I settled on a chair. “You may take my shoes.”

Crabbe crawled to me on his hands and knees and gently began to remove my shoes; one brown, one black. He placed them quite carefully underneath the chair next to me, the toes pointed out. He turned to stare longingly at my crisp white socks, folded over once, neatly, just barely covering my ankles.

I extended my leg, placing my foot directly between his knees, then lifted up to cross my legs, pressing upwards against his swollen testicles. He bit his own lip to stifle his groan and squeezed his eyes shut. He was extraordinarily beautiful like that, fighting for control of his own body.

“Very good,” I murmured, stroking his cheek. “Goyle, socks,” I added.

Goyle was even quicker to crawl to me than Crabbe had been. He nudged his friend to one side and reverently eased the cotton socks from my feet.

“Look at me,” I ordered as I rose, delightfully barefoot, wriggling my toes.

Slowly, I unknotted my azure silk tie with the golden eagle emblem and let it slip from my neck, until it dangled with between my finger and thumb. “Crabbe, dear, turn around and put your hands behind your back.”

The sulky Slytherin immediately complied. Quickly, I bound his wrists together with my tie. I winked at Goyle, then explained quietly, “Next time, you’ll keep your own hands to yourself, yes?”

Crabbe groaned, dropping his head. How does she always know? I heard him think so loudly, for a moment I thought he had spoken aloud.

“My gluttonous Slytherin, you will only use that mouth of yours today,” I purred in pure joy as I ran my fingers through his short hair, raising gooseflesh all along his neck.

“Goyle, pet, you’re learning well. You deserve a reward.”

Goyle trembled slightly, no doubt imagining what his reward just might be.

“Crabbe, I wish to watch you as you eat, without hands …” Crabbe’s face lit up in joy. “Goyle, that is.” His face fell.

I laughed. I so loved playing games with such willing yet reluctant pets.

“Goyle, come sit here.” I spread my knees, skirt rising high enough for him to see that I wore no knickers again, and pointed to the floor at my feet. He scrambled to comply, settling comfortably between my thighs and facing his housemate. I leaned forward, ran my hands down his thick-muscled arms and rested my chin on his shoulder. “Crabbe! Eat!”

His eyes could not hide his anger and distaste, but his spirit and body yielded to my wishes. Such a sweet Slytherin, so obliging, even if grudgingly so.

Awkwardly, he maneuvered into position and lowered his head, and talented mouth, to his friend’s pulsating member. Goyle could not control his groan as the hot, wet, cavern of his friend’s mouth devoured the feast he offered of his own body. I clenched my thighs around Goyle’s head and sighed in delight. Such a heady feeling to control these two. Much more heady than the other two. I shivered slightly and shifted, the emptiness inside of me, divine.

“Eat up, Crabbe dear. I may yet let you dine on my feast.”

He moaned around Goyle’s shaft, eyes locked on mine, pleading for salvation.

I felt myself clench and unclench involuntarily as more wetness seeped from inside me. I slipped one hand between my legs and dipped my fingers between my folds, confirming and contributing to my own pleasure.

“Is he minding his table manners, Goyle?”

“Yes, ooooh, yes,” he groaned again.

“Use your hands, dear. Rub my feet.”

“Yes!” he exclaimed ecstatically. I watched in fascination as Crabbe’s cheeks hollowed with his exertion and felt as Goyle’s hands clenched around my feet. I slowly raised one leg and draped it over his shoulder, making it easier for him to massage my foot. I toyed with Crabbe’s hair with my toes, and he smiled so sweetly at me, mouth stretched around the magnificent shaft of his playmate. I nearly lost my focus at the sight.

“We don’t play nearly enough.”

Both boys nodded in complete agreement. I wrapped my other leg around Goyle’s waist, and squeezed. He came with a shout, and Crabbe greedily ate everything his partner offered.

Goyle sagged against my chair. Sated, for the moment, I removed my dampened fingers and offered them to him. He sucked my digits into his mouth and whispered his thanks.

“Now whatever shall we do next?” I wondered aloud.

After I grew tired, and completely satiated from watching those two debauch themselves merely for me and the promise of food, I turned them loose on the feast. They gorged, leaving hardly anything untouched.

After I had them dress, I gave one last command to each of them. I stepped back to admire my own handiwork. Content for now, I re-settled into my chair with my Advanced Runes textbook, leaving them leaning against the wall, and each other. Altogether too soon, they drifted off to sleep.

~*~


“Luna?” Fred called through the door.

“Yes?” I answered back, looking up from my book.

“Bloody hell!” exclaimed George as he pushed the heavy door open. “What potion did you slip them?”

Crabbe snored heavily around the apple wedged into his teeth, while Goyle shifted in his sleep, mumbling incoherently around his matching makeshift gag.

I unfolded my long legs, gathered my books, and my still pristine apple, stood and floated past the twins.

“No potion. Tryptophan.”

“Is that like a Narg – Ow!” Fred’s question was abruptly cut off; his brother hissed forcefully, “Don’t get her started again!”

I laughed. They never do understand. “Come on, boys. We’ll miss dinner,” I chided them softly as I skipped down the hall.

“Oi, George?”

“Yeah?”

“You don’t think she, uh, you know, plays with them, too. Do you?”

I peered around the corner of the wall to watch as George halted in the middle of the hall, staring at his twin intensely for a brief moment. He pursed his lips thoughtfully, then seemed to come to a conclusion. “Nah … why would she need more than us?”

“Yeah, you’re right,” Fred agreed and they continued merrily on their way, only to stop short as I grinned invitingly at them from the end of the hall.

“Are you really hungry, boys?” I smiled seductively, then with a flash of white teeth against red, started to bite into my apple. A silent black-robed, black-haired professor rounded the corner, and stared menacingly at me. I turned to face him and his unfathomable eyes.

“Apple, Professor Snape?” I offered up my well-polished fruit for him.

“Temperance,” he snarled. I grinned and walked around him, taking a bite from the apple.







A/N: Many thanks to Scaranda and WeasleyWench both for kicking me in the
backside and demanding this be written from Luna’s point of view. Thanks to Scaranda for the proper commas as well. And LaBib who wouldn’t let me just fade into the background.