Girls & Boys

A/N: wiberg, there is no notification system on AFF, but I do have my email posted if you want me to send you an alert. And thanks to you, elphaba, and Red Rosewitch for your enthusiasm. I am too far into the story to drop it, and I'm close to the finish now, so I'll keep going in spite of the minimum of reviews here.







Chapter 7











“I think we need to take a break.”





Harry stood there in a glowering knot of taut muscle while Luna stared back at him in that unsettling way of hers. She blinked a few times before asking in a hushed voice, “We do?”





They were in a remote, narrow passage just off the Great Hall, past the antechamber, and the lighting was almost absent but for a flickering from a few torches on the wall. He stared back at those big, luminous eyes and had to remind himself that he was sodding pissed; he wasn’t about to allow her to woo him into forgetting his anger with her affectation of innocence. Not this time. Luna had crossed a line and Harry was dismayed by her daring. As much as he enjoyed their explorations, he wasn’t about to let her outrageous notions overrule his common decency nor threaten to ruin his friendships. Ron and his fellow roommates had not been terribly understanding about last night’s show.





“I just think we need to think about some things—apart from each other—before making some decisions on what it is we both want. We—we’ve gotten a bit out of control, lately, Luna. My homework is suffering for it, my friends are annoyed with me, and I think—well, I think we need to lay off the sex for a bit, to be honest.”





If possible, her eyes grew bigger at the suggestion; arms hanging stiffly to her sides, as if she had no idea what to do with them. It was quiet in the dark space while Luna looked down at her feet and then let her gaze slowly loom upward to rest back on Harry’s face.





“Do you not like the sex, anymore, Harry? I thought you said I could do what I wanted,” she reminded him, her confusion stamped across her pretty features.





“Yeah, I know what I said, Lu, but that didn’t mean you could expose me in the middle of getting nailed to my bloody roommates. I mean, what the fuck were you thinking?! I trusted you, for Merlin’s sake! What we do is private. Did you really think I was going to appreciate that?” He gaped back at her beleaguered countenance, flabbergasted by her inability to grasp what she’d done wrong.





Luna fixed her gaze to him, trying to impart some weird mind-meld shit by the looks of it, but he stood his ground and waited for an answer, his arms akimbo.





“I suppose not. I seemed to be moved by the moment. Or maybe it was the confusion from a Wrackspurt infestation; my head did feel a bit fuzzy. I wasn’t aiming to embarrass you, Harry. I just thought…um.” She looked stumped by her own logic for a second before struggling to explain her side. “I thought that we could all enjoy the power of it. You were so lovely like that, opening yourself to me. Maybe Ron and your friends might have liked seeing that side to you and could have…”





But Harry cut her off as his alarm accelerated at her words. “Could have done what, exactly? Joined in? Are you bleeding mad? These are my friends we’re talking about, Lu; friends that I have to live with while I’m at school. How could you assume such a thing? That is totally, totally insane!” He was starting to shout again, and as he caught the volume of his distress, he glanced to the outer hallway to make sure no one was within earshot.





Luna appeared to be considering his ranting questions with a fair bit of thought before she answered him carefully. “Well, they thought you were me. And that I was you. It just seemed likely that they would want to help you along and ask if they could use me; which was actually you, and we could all play. I thought perhaps you’d enjoy the camaraderie. Isn’t that what boys do when they’re mates? Share?”





Harry was fast approaching his breaking point, and he continued to goggle at the girl, incredulous at her line of thinking. “NO!!!!” he whined, throwing up his hands in his exasperation. Maybe they were all right about her and Luna really was off her nut. “I mean, we share stuff like Quidditch gloves, or a magazine, or something, not our girlfriends. What the hell kind of cretins do you take us for? But you’re right, they did see me looking like you, and if they HAD wanted to see what the fuss was about, what makes you think I’d just roll over and let them all knob me? When have I ever said that I want to sleep around with guys, Luna?” Harry was developing a fierce headache by this point.





“But you were having sex with me and I was a guy, for a brief time. How would it have been any different? A penis is a penis. I got the impression you liked the penetration.” Harry let his mouth hang slack at her rationale, his expression dulled, feeling too much in shock to answer her coherently. She took advantage of the pause by taking a few steps closer so she could reach a tentative hand up to his blackened eye. He jerked back at her touch.





“That looks nasty. I suppose Ron was very angry with you.” She had a talent for stating the obvious.





“Gee, you think?” He glared back at her as he folded his arms. “They thought I was abusing you; if you can believe that. Told me I had no right to treat a girl like that, making you wear a collar and leash like you were my dog. Those blokes are all decent, Luna. Just because we’re some kind of sex freaks, doesn’t mean the whole world is.”





Luna reached out and touched an arm, trying halfheartedly to uncross it, but Harry wouldn’t let her. “I don’t think we’re freaks,” she commented quietly.





“Well, you wouldn’t, would you? I know you’re not daft, Lu, but you don’t exactly think like everyone else.” He didn’t want to suggest she wasn’t normal, because that seemed a bit harsh, but he wanted her to understand that she didn’t have a conventional way at looking at things. He had to be careful because of who he was. Harry didn’t need The Prophet getting wind of his sex life and writing him up as a deviant on the front page. A paper like that would jump at the chance to print such salacious details and drag him through the dirt.





Luna was still holding on to his wrist pressed against his chest. She looked a bit sad, truthfully. Harry hadn’t expected that. “How long will this break be for?” she inquired earnestly as her head tilted to one side in her consternation.





“I don’t know. It depends.” Harry was getting anxious now that she was pressing for a time limit. How was he supposed to know how these things went? “I mean, I just need to think, and uh, be alone for a bit. It seems like ever since we started experimenting with your potion and the Polyjuice, stuff has been moving really fast and I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel about it all. I’m a bloke, Lu, why should I like it when you fuck me as a girl? Don’t you find that a bit weird?” He had apparently forgotten who he was questioning in his eagerness to get his point across.





“Actually, I think it’s kind of exciting,” she told him as her breath quickened, her small hand squeezing her grip on him tighter. Harry felt himself respond immediately, and had to quickly staunch his desire before it got beyond his control. He thought about stone, and mountains, and a lot of things that didn’t ever budge. He was determined to stay focused. Harry stepped back from her a few inches until he felt he could breathe right and his clarity return.





“Can I still wave hello to you in the halls between classes, Harry?” she asked him suddenly, sounding wistful.





“Er, sure, I guess; I mean, no. Uh, let’s just agree to stay separate for now and see how things work out.” He needed to get away from her soon. She kept walking closer to him and had reached for his waist. He froze up at the contact.





“I’m sorry, Harry. I didn’t mean to abuse your trust. I promise it won’t happen again.” Luna had pressed her body up against his and was leaning in to kiss him but he swiftly unfolded his arms and took hold of her elbows, pushing her back from him as he made to leave.





“I’ve got to go. Class is getting ready to start,” he muttered lamely as he sped away from her trying not to think about what she was feeling. That was the problem; Luna was too much in his head. He just needed some air, to get some perspective back away from her influence. He wasn’t sure how his body was going to adjust to the sudden remission of sexual gratification, but he’d work something out. He was going to have to.





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Harry was getting dressed to go down to breakfast the next morning when Ron came back from the bathroom and stood by his bed, giving him a good looking over. He huffed when he saw Harry’s bruise looked worse, but regarded his friend silently while Harry began feeling more awkward by the second. They’d talked a bit last night before bed, so at least the tension was over, but he didn’t think that Ron had understood what had transpired between Harry and Luna any better than before the punch. Harry couldn’t exactly confess that it had been him chained up and taking a right pounding into the mattress and his explanation to Ron that ‘Luna’ had been into it hadn’t gone too smoothly. Ron just couldn’t process the concept of a nice, sweet girl such as her liking that kind of treatment. His other mates had all dealt with Harry’s indiscretion in their own ways: Neville avoided all eye contact with him now and would only mumble back if Harry spoke to him directly, Seamus thought Harry was a pervert and saw fit to ask him a litany of questions about the kinds of kinky things Harry had tried and got off on, and Dean just gave him pitying glances, asking for sex advice a few times with a sheepish face.



The night of the entire debacle had been another matter, however. After Luna had darted away, Harry had had to wait almost ten minutes before he changed back to himself, trying to hold off Ron with a series of lame excuses. When he’d finally pulled back the drape, dressed and all apologies, he hadn’t even seen Ron’s fist coming at him until he felt it like a Bludger to the face. He’d been knocked sideways into the post of his bed, slamming his teeth into the wood and taking a chunk out of his lip, his glasses cracking in the impact. Luckily for him, Dean had fixed them in the morning. But he’d felt like an idiot for being in such a situation and his anger towards Luna continued to seethe all night, till it was all-consuming by the time he’d awakened. At first, he had been livid that she would deliberately exhibit their fucking like that, especially when he’d been in such a compromising position. There had to be something wrong with the girl if she couldn’t figure out that it was not on to do something like that to a person. After he’d confronted her, though, he’d felt overrun with his anxiety about what he’d been doing with her these past few weeks. He had thought he’d gotten a handle on what it was he liked about having sex with Luna and then she went and changed the rules on him again. Why did he like being fucked as a girl? It was too bizarre and too inconceivable for him to contemplate, but the fact was that he’d come hard every time she did it to him. It had been so incredibly intense, and Luna was so fucking sexy to him when she took control, but he was at a loss to come up with a satisfactory reason behind it all.





He finally grew impatient with Ron’s staring and turned to him in frustration once he’d tied his last shoelace. “What? What now?” he demanded crossly.





“Nuthin’! Just wondering how your eye was doing, is all,” Ron blasted back in retort.





“Well, as you can see, it’s still taking up half my face. I’ve only got the whole school gossiping behind my back, now. There’s been all sorts of ridiculous stories going ‘round and no one will ask me about it, they just gawk and make shit up. Then I got pulled back into McGonagall’s office again for another lecture and I’m sure Dumbledore will be next. And how many times have you been approached since yesterday?” Harry knew that Ron had been getting all kinds of attention from students who wanted to find out what had happened between the two best friends, but as far as he knew, Ron wasn’t talking. While his mate might be hot tempered, at least he wasn’t a total git.





“It’s your own fault, you tosspot,” Ron insisted while ignoring the question. “Next time, don’t sneak totty into the boys’ dorm. I should have reported you both the first time, but I didn’t, ‘cause you’re my bezzy mate, and all. Show a little consideration. Blimey, Harry, you trying to get caught or what? You never did tell me what you were doing when you skived off Potions, although I think I’ve got a pretty clear idea now.” He had sat down on Harry’s bed during his chastisement and was watching him closely to see if any explanation would be forthcoming.





“I told you, I…met up with Luna for a project. I figured I’d get a pass from Madame Pomfrey or something if I pretended to be sick, but I got a bit sidetracked. Fucking Snape couldn’t wait to get me in trouble, I’m sure,” he bitched.





“Well, why did McGonagall and Flitwick call out Su, then? Was she working on this ‘project’ with you two or something? ‘Cause I have to tell you, mate, there’s a lot more gossip about you three than what happened between us.”





Harry couldn’t prevent his blush and when Ron’s eyebrow quirked up, it only deepened to a darker shade of red. He kept looking down at his duvet, hesitant to say anything if he didn’t know how Ron was going to take it.





“Oh, bloody hell,” came his friend’s dawning surprise. Ron made a long, low whistle then shook his head in amusement, a grin breaking out on his face. “Both of them, Harry? Really? I told McLaggen he was barmy for suggesting it. Who’d have ever thought Luna would be that kind of bird?”





Even though Harry was somewhat abashed by the reveal to his friend, he couldn’t help getting irked by Ron’s comment. “And what kind of bird is that?” he snapped back not bothering to wait for an answer. “She’s just very free when it comes to her sexuality, alright? She’s, you know, adventurous. Doesn’t make her a slag or anything,” Harry asserted. For some reason, he didn’t want Ron getting the wrong impression of Luna...or, inadvertently, him, either. Of course, his friend didn’t know that it had been Harry acting the slag during that scene. He grabbed his schoolbag off the end of his bed with a jerky motion that did nothing to hide his irritation.





“Well, what about Su? What did she think of doing you both?” Ron persisted.





“Are you kidding? She loved it. I think she’s got a thing for me, actually.” He hadn’t meant to say that much, but in his tetchy mood it had just flown out. Maybe he wanted to flaunt his experiences a little in front of Ron, too.





“I would say so. Su’s pretty fit, too, you lucky bugger. Did you get to watch her and Luna go at it? Holy shite, I bet that was wicked,” the boy moaned. Harry narrowed his eyes to slits as he listened to his friend.





“Oh, yeah,” he breathed. “Seeing Luna lick and suck on Su’s huge tits? Fucking awesome, it was, mate.” He got a vindictive little thrill at seeing Ron’s face drop in awe. Then his expression quickly turned suspicious.





“You didn’t do that choker and leash tosh with them together, did you? You can’t keep treating girls like that, Harry,” he started to preach. Harry’s temper flashed behind his eyes again.





“Look, I told you already, it’s not what you think. No, I didn’t do that with Su but she was the one who got Luna into the idea in the first place.” The lie came unbidden from his lips before he could think about what he was saying, just wanting to deflect Ron’s moralizing from what he thought he had seen.





“What do you mean?” Ron looked confused by the suggestion. Harry decided to embellish the falsehood and re-direct some of Ron’s reproach. He felt a twinge of guilt, painting Su as the instigator of his perversion, but he felt assured that Ron would never betray the confidence.





“I mean, Su tried that on Luna first, and she was really digging it. Su’s a pretty aggressive girl; she practically jumped on my cock when I told her Luna and I would fool around with her.” Harry thought that it wasn’t that far from the truth. The Asian girl could certainly be described as having thrown herself on his knob when she’d had the chance. Ron looked completely surprised by the revelation.



“Get….out!” he whispered in shock. “Although, I can kind of see her being that way,” he conceded thoughtfully. Harry felt a bit smug at the turn-around. Ron’s eyes got big as he asked his next critical question.



“Are the three of you going do it again sometime?” The prompt caused Harry to wonder just what was going to happen with him and Luna. He wasn’t sure how to feel about the loss now. Had he spoken too soon?



“Well, I doubt it, since I broke up with Luna yesterday,” he confided quietly. He hadn’t said anything about it last night, considering Ron was still casting him as the bad guy, but people would start figuring it out soon enough. He had finished buttoning up his robe by now and slung the handle of his bag over his head to rest on his shoulder as he glanced back at Ron, ready to head downstairs.



“Whaaaaaat? You broke up with Luna? Why?” After what Ron had witnessed, and his visceral reaction towards it, Harry couldn’t understand the befuddlement. He was about to explain that it had been her who’d open the curtains to his bed when he heard another voice behind him at the door.



“Harry broke up with Luna?” Seamus’ surprised voice echoed. Harry turned around and saw both Dean and the Irish lad gawking back at him. “Why’d you do that?” he reiterated. Dean added to the interrogation.



“Yeah, why’d you break up with her, Harry?” Harry felt a little bit put on the spot now as all three of the boys stood staring at him waiting for an answer. Just then, another voice piped up from the hallway.



“Who broke up? What’s going on?” Colin’s bright, shiny face was peeking in the doorway to take in the faces of everybody in the room.



“Harry broke up with Luna,” Seamus repeated to the nosy Gryffindor and Harry had to roll his eyes. Great, now everybody in the school would know by dinnertime.



“Look, can we just get over it, now, please! Luna and I are on a break, okay. It’s nobody’s business why. I’m going to breakfast; see you sods downstairs.” And with that, he pushed his way through his housemates in front of him and stomped through the hall to the stairwell. He was going to have a lovely day, Harry thought blackly; he could feel it already.





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It turned out that Harry’s prediction was way too conservative. The entire school knew about Harry and Luna’s split by the end of first period. As he was headed for the Great Hall again midday, he could practically hear the rumors building up around him while faces goggled or smirked at him; the students whispering to each other with giggles and elbow jabs every time he walked by. He was sick of it already. Ron tried to keep up a conversation, loudly, while they navigated their way down the stairs, but Harry had tuned him out a while ago and would only grunt intermittently when it seemed like his friend was waiting for a response. They had almost reached the massive doors into the dining area when they were accosted by two flinging bodies propelling towards them. Su and Kelley had literally slammed into both boys in their zeal, their faces flushed and eyes shiny with excitement while their breathy peals assailed them. Su had gripped the top of Harry’s arm and was pushing him back to the wall as she pried.



“Oh Morgana, Harry, is it true? Did you really dump her? I can’t believe it!” she gasped.



“We’ve been hearing about it all morning,” Kelley continued. “Ernie Macmillan said you two had a huge row in the halls and that you called her a whore! I didn’t think that was right, though, you’re not that rude, Harry. Luna is a bit strange, however. I figured you’d get tired of her eventually.” Her voice droned on until Su interrupted breathlessly.



“Is that what happened? You got tired of her?” Harry noticed the small smile curve up on her lips as she gleaned what she could from his expression. “Was she getting too pushy? I think she’s a bit of a control freak, to be honest.” Harry gave a loud expulsion of breath to hear Luna described in such a way. His bemusement gave way to suspicion a second later, however, when the two closed in on him further and asked Ron if they could borrow his friend for a moment. Ron was looking a bit aghast at their enthusiasm himself, but only nodded mutely while they dragged him away.



They hadn’t gone very far, Harry trying not to trip as they pushed him backwards, when he was ducked behind an alcove and both girls pressed him against the wall again, their hands dangerously close to sweeping the groin area under his robe. They were both breathing heavy at this point and their faces grew hungry as they stared at his lips.



“So, what are you going to do now?” Su asked him in a husky alto.



“Er, I’m, uh, going to have some lunch. What do you mean?” he tried to clarify. Su smirked at him again and then palmed her hand to his crotch. Harry’s body gave a seismic jerk but then Kelley was breathing against his ear in her whisper.



“We mean, who are you ready to shag next? Because we’d like to be considered.” She leaned in and kissed his neck, giving his skin a nice lick and then suckling a patch with her teeth.



Harry’s mind was reeling. It had not seriously occurred to him that other girls besides Su would want to have it off with him once they knew he wasn’t with Luna anymore, and he hadn’t even opted for Su as a standby yet. He felt a little naïve about his assumptions, but it was as if he had been expecting permission to shag other girls before he could do it. He had to remind himself that without Luna directing his sexual activities, he was a free agent available to screw whomever he pleased. But did he want to? That was the burning question. His brain was still in a conundrum over his feelings for the ditzy Ravenclaw; he didn’t know how a lot of mindless banging of other bints was going to help with any of that.



“Uh, I, er, don’t know what—you can’t—I haven’t—this is kind of sudden, really. I’m still working, you know, stuff out,” he stammered. Maybe he should take them up on their offer, Harry posed, and he’d worry about Luna later. Of course, he immediately felt guilty for thinking it, like he would somehow be cheating on her even though she was no longer his girlfriend. The whole bloody situation was doing a number on his returning headache. Then he gave a surprised little cry when Su squeezed his package through his clothes most insistently. He was starting to sport quite a bulge at this juncture as his hormones kicked into overdrive.



“Well, we’d love to work it out with you, Harry,” she purred to him. Su’s head pulled back a moment as she studied his face carefully, an idea seeming to pop into her head with a flash in her eyes. “I can invite some more friends of ours, if you want. I know how you like a gang scene, Harry.”



“I do?” Harry’s eyes widened as he wondered just how many friends Su was thinking about bringing to this little fete.



“Ah, right, Harry’s a bit of an overachiever, I forgot. Just the two of us won’t be enough of a challenge, aye? Harry needs a phalanx of birds.” Kelley teased.



“A what?” He queried, his perplexity stemming his arousal for an instant, but she was already making plans as she whipped her head to Su with a quick grin.



“Shite, you know who we need to bring? Hannah! She’d love to get her mitts on Harry’s knob.” The girls started making suggestions of girls’ names to each other excitedly while Harry gaped at them in his status as a sex object. It felt strangely soothing for a moment, but then he shook his head vigorously as if to rid his head of distractions.



“Look, I think I’ll need to get back to you on that. I have a lot of things I’m dealing with right now; schoolwork, Captain stuff, other…things. I think I need some time to myself for a bit.” The girls mewled back at him, the disappointment written on their faces, but Harry managed to extract himself from their grip and sped away before giving in to their lustful demands. Now he also had a throbbing erection to add to the steady hammering behind his eyes.



By supper, Harry was well over being the source of everybody’s fascination for the day and just wanted to spend the rest of his evening in isolation. He had made a quick trip into the Great Hall to grab some chips, his scan over the noisy throng settling on the lone blonde figure over in her usual spot at Ravenclaw’s table. He had only her back to review, but her head seemed to hang low over her plate, ignoring the gossiping snickers around her. Harry looked away before she thought to turn around and then waved to Ron and Hermione on his way out. They opened their mouths to speak to him, but he was eager to be gone and didn’t stop to talk, picking up the pace in his steps as he made for the outer doors. Some fresh air would be welcome, even if it was still bloody cold out there. Maybe a visit to Hagrid was in order.



He had just come through the doors when he heard his name in that loathsome drawl.



“Aww, look who’s on the dash, gents; if it isn’t poor little Potter without his loony bird. Whatever shall he do?” There were a few nasty barks as the rest tittered like schoolgirls. Harry looked to his left and saw them grouped together behind a thick stone column just off the pathway. They lounged against the bricks with their fags flicking ashes, the embers at the end like bright, burning fairies in the encroaching dusk. Draco Malfoy’s stupid smirk was on display as usual, while Theodore Nott wore a feral grin like his dim-witted henchman. Crabbe and Goyle flanked the poncey prince in their usual spots, but Andrew Vaisey stared intently at him as if he were trying to burrow into Harry’s head with his eyes. Harry was surprised to see Terry Boot on the end of this little Slytherin row of usual suspects, but then recalled how he would catch him ogling Luna at the table on and off. They were all foul gits.



“Fuck off, Malfoy. I’m not in the mood for your first year bullshit today.” He turned to head back on his passage to Hagrid’s hut but Malfoy’s goading continued.



“Ooooooh! Such a smart mouth, Mister Potter. Not very nice. Do you lick your girlfriend’s shitter with that mouth?” The bursts of uproarious laughter that rang out at the insult were like the sound of un-potted Mandrakes to Harry. He glowered at the bunch while his fists clenched and was just about to retort when Vaisey spoke up.



“Especially knowing how much Loony Lovegood likes taking it up the arse. I wonder if you ever even notice when your tongue’s buried in there that those chocolate kisses have a bit of my manmuck in the mix. I bet it takes the edge off, Potty. You’re welcome.” There were some surprised cries at how far Andrew was willing to taunt him, but Harry’s outrage was instantaneous.



“What the fuck does that mean, you sick fucking bastard? You don’t know anything about her. You’d better watch yourself when you talk about Luna,” Harry threatened dangerously, his voice going gruff. He had stalked over to where they were huddled and the boys pulled themselves off the wall as tension crackled in the air around them.



“It means that your ex is a big whorey slag, Potter,” Andrew expounded. “I can’t believe you’ve been too dense to figure it out. I’ll bet you she’s already knobbin’ some bloke in the broom cupboard as we speak. Girl’s mad, alright. Mad for cock,” he bit out.



“That’s a fucking lie!” Harry shouted, sick over the things they were saying. His mind tried to insist that the arsehole was simply trying to get a rise out of him, getting him back somehow for Harry’s interruption of their tryst way back at the beginning of the school year. He couldn’t get the image out of his head now that he’d summoned the picture of Andrew and Theodore pumping into Luna from both ends, and his belly squirmed like a nest of snakes as he fought to maintain her dubious virtue.



“Don’t try to kid yourself, you deluded sod. Luna’s been taking numbers the whole time you two have been together. She was a whore before you started banging her, and she’s still a whore now. I suppose you think she’s all broken up about you leaving her, too, huh?” Draco mocked. “Not that I blame you for moving on, Potter,” he added generously, “I’m sure that fanny’s getting a bit roomy for you, by now.”



The heat in his eyes burned and Harry stood there in shock and rage as they continued to slander her name. “I don’t believe you.” His voice was barely a notch above a whisper in his menace.



“Fine, don’t believe us, but it’s true, either way. Terry? Did you, or did you not, enjoy the girl’s favors with Macmillan, Corner, Urquhart, that twerp Creevey, and our mate, Andrew, here?” Draco had turned to the sole Ravenclaw for confirmation and Harry whipped his head to follow.



Terry stared matter-of-factly at him and shrugged a shoulder. “It’s true, Harry. We all did her in the Room of Requirement. She loved it so much she came begging for it again. I’ve been with her several times since, and Ernie; well, she fucking loves that bloke’s cock like pixie dust. Likes it when he gets rough with her. We know you’ve been getting a ton of action from the bint, ‘cause neither of you are terribly discreet and she likes being watched, besides, but she’s a certifiable nympho if there ever was. You’re best to be free of her.”



Harry’s body was virtually vibrating with his anger, but he couldn’t seem to dispel the things he was hearing. Other images and thoughts flashed in his head as he thought back over the time he’d been dating her. The mysterious bruises, the way the other boys had leered at her knowingly from time to time, the extent of experience she already possessed when they began sleeping with each other, which brought him to Luna’s abnormally high appetite for sex and the way she was constantly putting him into orgiastic situations. The information all came at him in a blur but Harry seized on the pointy face in front of him to direct all of his disgust.



Draco’s cool, superior tone inflected his curiosity next. “So, what about that Mudblood friend of yours, Potter? You shag her yet? And if so, when do you think she’ll be ready to move on to some pure-grade Slytherin sperm?”



He didn’t pause to think, but reacted on instinct alone, his fist pulling back once before pummeling the gloating git into the ground. The boys were soon on him as Harry continued to beat the shit out of Malfoy with everything he had, his glasses flying and his hair and clothes being torn and grabbed while they fought to tear him away. He had no idea how much time had gone by before they all heard the ringing cry of female indignation.



“MISTER POTTER!!! Stop this fighting, at once!”





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By the time he’d gotten out of McGonagall’s office, he had only one destination in mind, one person he needed to see. His march took him straight back to the Great Hall, his entire frame rigid to combat the assaulting waves of rage. When he stepped into the cavernous room, the students still finishing up their supper quieted down as they watched his progression to the third table down again. Harry was single-minded in his intent and didn’t let the hub of their mutterings distract him. As soon as he stepped to where Luna still sat, her eyes huge as she gaped back, he unceremoniously grabbed her wrist and started to tug her off the bench.



“I need to speak with you,” he hissed through clenched teeth, pulling her along the second she was on her feet. The two went back in the opposite direction; Harry still clomping his boots along the stones while Luna ran in quickened steps to keep up with him. The din of the hall had almost gone completely quiet by the time they reached the door, and the second they were through it, Harry could hear the conversation resume like the tide of the ocean.



He didn’t stop, but proceeded on to his end point, not turning back to talk to Luna as he trekked. Even on their way across the moving staircase, Luna trying to get him to slow down, Harry didn’t utter a word. When they finally reached the tapestry marking the entrance to the Room, Harry tried to remove the vile pictures in his head long enough to summon up a blank space that they could use. As the door opened for them, he ushered Luna inside, only looking at her face once the door was closed and she was standing opposite from him with that perpetual protuberant gaze.



Harry was still shaking with his anger, but he attempted, at least, to still the boiling ferocity so that he could speak to her in a clear, measured voice. It sounded dead to his ears.



“Do you mind telling me, why it is, that I had to hear about your uncontrollable libido from a bunch of Slytherin fuck-faces, just now? Is there something you’ve neglected to tell me, Luna?” he asked icily.



Luna’s bright eyes squinted for a second as her eyebrows furrowed. She appeared to ponder the question seriously. “Like what?” she asked plainly.



Harry’s voice boomed out, affronted by her innocent act once again. “Like that you’ve shagged half the bloody school?! While we were together, even? Could you have possibly made me look like a bigger fool? I can’t fucking believe you were lying to me the whole time, Luna!” His increased volume reverberated through the empty room, but Luna only stared back calmly, her stillness adding to his vexation.



“I didn’t lie to you, Harry,” she offered softly.



“Do you deny it, then?! Are you telling me that they’re full of shit and that you didn’t sleep with,” and here he held out his hand and began ticking off names on each finger, “Ernie Macmillan, Terry Boot, Michael Corner, COLIN FUCKING CREEVEY! I already saw you fucking that mangy arse, Vaisey, and his creepy mate, so you can’t deny them. What the fuck was all that, oh, I was just learning what it was like, I just was curious rubbish? Have you gone back to shag Davies, too? I want answers, Lu!” His chest heaved as his shouts continued to escalate. Harry felt light-headed and wished that this whole farce could be over already.



Luna kept her body motionless, but her serenity appeared to be taking some hits. Those giant eyes gleamed wetly as her face turned plaintive. “I don’t deny it, Harry. I did have sex with those boys. I didn’t think you would care to know about it, though, so I kept it to myself. I was concerned that you would take it the wrong way, and it looks like I was right about that.”



“HOW ELSE SHOULD I TAKE IT?!” he trumpeted. “Is there a RIGHT way to react when your girlfriend tells you she knobbed SIX BLOKES in one sitting? I mean, what IS that, Lu?! I know you like sex, but for fuck sake, I never figured you for such an extreme slag. And if it wasn’t bad enough that you get off on gang-bangs, at least that was before we started going out. But you kept seeing them on the side while we were shagging. Were you even thinking how that might make me feel?” The drained wash on his equilibrium accompanied his waning volume. He was exhausted and he hadn’t even gotten a decent explanation from the strange girl.



“Did you enjoy it when you had sex with all of those girls in my room, Harry?” Luna asked in lieu of an answer. Harry was thrown off by the question and his expression turned bewildered.



“What? What does that—what are you suggesting?” His headache was pounding now and he closed his eyes tightly for a moment as he tried to get his bearings. When he looked back at her, she was waiting patiently for his response, her ethereal demeanor giving a shimmer to her hair and clothes. He narrowed his eyes shrewdly, understanding what parallels she was about to make and not liking the turnabout.



“You know I liked it. It’s not the same thing.” He crossed his arms as he prepared to hear her Lunalogic to get her way out of this.



“It’s not? How is it different?” She watched him, looking genuinely curious by her expression, but Harry would not fall for her manipulations.



“I didn’t cheat on you, Luna. YOU came up with the idea for me to shag all those girls, and it was YOU who orchestrated that little Polyjuice party with Su. We were both participating and we were both willing. What you did was to go behind my back and fuck around while pretending that we were only seeing each other. It’s a violation of trust, we’re talking about here. If you still wanted to screw those gits, why didn’t you just tell me that you wanted to split up and stay friends? Why keep treating me like I was your one and only?”



She stared back blankly as she contemplated his argument, her eyes darting to the ceiling as she grew pensive. When she looked back at him, there was some acknowledgement of the hurt she had caused and the girl offered up her contrition.



“I guess I can see that, Harry. I’m sorry I made you feel that way. I still don’t quite know how these things work, but I’m glad you’re here to guide me. I usually don’t expect people to be very trust-worthy. I can understand how I’ve compromised that for you on two occasions now. You must be very angry with me.”



Harry could only deliver a mirthless bark in her continued stating of the obvious. He felt his seething roll back to controllable levels, however, and he took a deep breath before replying.



“Why did you want to be my girlfriend if you were still eager to be with them?” he hollowly asked her.



“Because, Harry, I like you so much, and I care for you, whereas, I couldn’t care less about those other boys. They were just…useful. I’m not quite sure what it is I was seeking from them. It’s been very confusing, and I suspected that you would be hurt by it, but I guess I wasn’t able to stop myself. I think…I think that I was perhaps using you, too. You’re all part of my education, like research. I put you with those girls because I wanted to see how it would be different to what I had experienced. It was vastly at odds which I still find very disconcerting. I think I’ve grown tremendously, though, in the way I utilize my power, my sexual energy, and that’s thanks to you. I’ve never met any boy like you, Harry Potter.



Harry felt his insides go funny again; totally out of his league in trying to debate their sexual politics. He didn’t know how to respond to her thoughtful illumination of the matter. It was all overwhelming him and the notion of his bed and pillow waiting for him to crawl under his covers and let all this hassle fade away was a powerful pull.



“Well, I guess you’re free to do all the research you want, now, Lu, so I hope you’ve taken plenty of notes. I’d just as soon have you stay away from me for a while. The school’s got plenty to talk about, right now, and I’d rather not have them know all the sordid details, so I’d appreciate it if you didn’t discuss our business with anyone else.” He was beat and he just wanted to get out of there and nurse his shattered pride.



“You’re the only person I really talk to, Harry.” The admission only prompted another disgusted noise from him as he rolled his eyes heavenward. Yeah, she was the most socially inept girl he’d ever met. He turned on his heel and stormed out of the returned door.



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Later that night, Harry hung around the Common Room not really reading his Transfiguration text book while his mind went over the things Luna had expressed in their confrontation. It was getting close to midnight, but being it was a Friday there were still plenty of students hanging about and chatting in groups in corners and couches. Ron had already gone up to bed. After Harry had left the Room of Requirement, his mate had found him wandering the halls, running up in his excitement to ascertain just what the hell had inspired Harry to rearrange Malfoy’s face. Harry was still feeling foul and didn’t want to elaborate, but simply told him that there was a difference of opinion and that Harry hadn’t taken too kindly to Draco’s position. He confessed to Ron with a sigh that he now had an entire month of detention, starting on Monday. He couldn’t wait to see what McGonagall would saddle him with this time, he commented sarcastically.





Harry’s thoughts soon turned again to the things he had been doing with Luna since this bizarre experiment began. He was no closer to an explanation for himself than before, but he wondered what it was that Luna had felt when she had been with that lot. Had it been anything like the experience he’d had with her and Su’s Harry incarnations when he’d first explored having girl bits? That had been a very powerful climax; the whole series of them, even. Having a cunt and being penetrated had been something indescribable for Harry. He couldn’t just write off Luna’s foray into sexual liberation as being slutty; he knew she didn’t think that way. She wasn’t a stupid bint looking for attention. If she’d felt even a fraction as good as he had, though, than who was he to deny her such pursuit of pleasure? Had it not been for the fact that the crew of reprobates she took on were blokes he personally despised, he might not have had the same heated, gut reaction. And the fact that she’d been messing around having it off while he was oblivious just made him feel foolish; it had nothing to do with her reputation. No one wanted to be played for a fool. But what would he have said if she’d told him she needed to be with other boys? Luna had claimed she didn’t really care about them, just wanted the very specific properties they could provide her but that it was him she enjoyed the most. Was it possible to have a relationship like that? He thought about how Luna had employed the other girls in her circle of limited acquaintances to give him such amazing encounters. He never would have done anything like letting two girls ride his face while another bounced on his prick if he had been on his own. Harry had just never been that bold with girls.





Yet, with Luna, it had seemed anything was possible. The girl just had no limits. And going along with her for the journey as she “figured things out” had been an awesome time; he had to be honest. Even practices that he hadn’t been too partial to when they’d started, his body now came to expect. Did he really want to stop that? What if there was something even more intense out there that they could discover together? The thoughts continued to swirl around his overextended brain while he stared at the pages in a blur of dark lines. When someone suddenly sat next to him on the sofa, it took him a second to feel the weight sink down and hear the rustle of a book being opened before he turned to identify the intruder into his reverie. He saw Katie Bell give him a small smile as she was looking him over, then settle back against the cushion with her book on her lap. Her hair was loose instead of in its usual ponytail, and it tumbled across her shoulders softly, trailing down to her ample bosom which was nicely shaped in a light pink buttoned up blouse. He noticed the top buttons were opened to the middle of her chest and she wore a skirt of soft material that clung to her bum and thighs.





“Hey,” he offered casually.



“Hey, yourself.” That same bewitching smile plastered to her face, she reached out slowly and brushed his hair out of his eyes. “How you ever see the Snitch with that mop hanging over your forehead, I’ll never know.” She gave a hiccup of a laugh before turning to her studying, but Harry felt a curious charge in the air between them. Was she flirting with him? The idea was intriguing and he thought it well worth it to investigate the matter further.



“I dunno; you get used to it. What are you up to, then?” he enquired with a friendly tone.



“Oh, just had to finish this blasted chapter for Charms so I could feel good about getting on with my weekend tomorrow. What about you? Are you still going through with your plans with the girls?” Harry’s nose crinkled in his confusion.



“Uh, girls? What plans?” He had no idea what she was on about.



“Oh, I thought Su—you know, Su Li, from Ravenclaw—was getting together with you and a few other girls tomorrow night. At least, that’s what she told me. Was she full of it?” Katie looked almost disappointed that the idea might have been pure fantasy.



“They told you that?” Harry was chagrined at their presumption, but also amused at their balls. “I told them I’d think about it,” he admitted to her. “Don’t they have a bit of pluck.”



“So, you’re not interested?” Now, Katie was definitely disheartened. Harry felt a shot of adrenaline straight to his cock.



“Well, I didn’t say that, but you know, I’ve had other things going on. The timing was just off, yeah?” His headache had receded with the disruption to his churning thoughts and Harry started to imagine that some eager bit of skirt—make that skirts—might be just the cure to take his mind off his troubles.



“When do you think the time might be right then?” she asked coyly as she leaned over enough for him to get a good view down her blouse. Harry had never seen this side of Katie, but he was growing to appreciate it quite a lot.



“Er, as it just so happens, I find myself available for the original meeting date. I won’t have very many nights to do anything else for a while come Monday, so I need to make the most of this weekend if I want to get some…fun in.” He gave an obvious once-over of her chest before asking, “Were you thinking about…joining us?” He thought about how he coveted those tits. Paired up with the likes of Su and Kel, he would be in boobage heaven.



“To tell you the truth, I wasn’t really sure what I had planned to do. I’ve not had…a lot of experience with blokes, but I’ve always been curious about you, Harry.” They were talking quietly close together so their voices weren’t carrying to the other students, but Harry couldn’t help let his creeping grin spread across his face.



“Really?” he intoned. He used to be put off when the girls in school fawned over him, thinking that they just wanted to get close to his celebrity, but since his sexual ‘education’ with Luna, he had come to appreciate that some of the birds just fancied him, plain and simple. She nodded somewhat shyly before giving him a sly tilt of her head. Something about the emphasis on a few words struck Harry just then. “So…have you had experience with girls, then?”



“Oh, sure, lots,” Katie admitted in a hushed voice as she spared a glance at the other students sprawled nearby. “I think I prefer them, mostly, but I do get attracted to a boy now and again. I’m somewhat fascinated by knobs.”



Harry’s own knob was quite fascinated by this discussion and jerked in its interest. “Just what exactly did Su tell you we’d be doing? And did she say who else was coming?” Now he had a burning need to know just what the Ravenclaw was getting him into. He could handle a repeat performance of the get-together they’d had in Luna’s dorm, but he wondered if Su might go overboard with the invitations. He wasn’t a bloody machine.



Katie’s laugh punctured the quiet before she quickly put a hand to her mouth to stifle it. Several heads turned to them, but then dismissed the two. When he looked at her expectantly she turned a bit sheepish before explaining. “Um, I asked her the same thing, and Su’s reply was, with your skills on hand, we’d all be coming.” She gave a saucy smile as her fingers made quote marks in the air to denote the alternate use of the word. Harry chuckled back, his mood lightening significantly as he enjoyed the innuendo. It was nice to be thought of as a ‘skillful’ lover, an accolade that had better connotations for him than ‘Chosen One’. As buggered as his day—hell, his week—had been this promise of gratification was too needed to pass up.



He had to find Su and tell her he had an answer for her.





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Sometimes, Harry wondered how the Room of Requirement hadn’t acquired a regular turnstile at the concealed door, knowing how many DA students were in on the secret, and figuring that they had passed on some of their knowledge since then. It was a lifesaver when you needed a roomy place for a long, in-depth shag. The fact that there wasn’t such queues lining up suggested to Harry that the bulk of Hogwarts was still fairly innocent to the pleasures of the flesh, at least outside of their own hands, and he was relieved for the fact, realizing that for all of the highs sex could still become a complicated minefield.





He was leaning back against Barnabas the Barmy skewering trolls when he noticed Su and Kelley strolling up to him with big smiles on their faces. He couldn’t help but match their expression, feeling honestly better this evening than he had in a while. Spending a day not worrying about what Luna was going to make him do in bed had been a bit of a breather. There was still major fallout from the day before, of course. When he’d gone to sit down at the breakfast table, the group of Slytherin boys that walked by him suddenly broke into a fit of coughing, a pronounced detection of wanker coming through their clatter. Harry just rolled his eyes, his mates eyeing him warily as they primed for another fight. But it had been enough for Harry to see Draco’s battered face and sullen mouth as he shuffled down to his bench, the prat avoiding his glare while a few boys patted Harry on the back in recognition.



Seeing the girls’ anticipation so evident, he felt buoyant and free for a moment. He would do whatever they requested of him, he knew already.



“Hello there, Harry,” the girls greeted in stereo. He was surprised to see them in their school robes instead of casual wear. He did so love the snug tops Kelley was prone to wear. He straightened up and walked toward them as they all made for the area of the door.



“Are you well rested?” Su teased as she pulled him closer by the wrist.



“Cheeky tart,” Harry grinned, and let them both stroke his chest and arms. His knitted jumper was over a tee-shirt, for it was still chilly in the castle, but it hung over the top of his jeans in a slimming descent. They pushed it up over his waist and put their hands against his fly. Harry automatically scoped the hallway to see who else was about.



“Oh, don’t worry, Harry, we’ll get you inside in a minute. We just wanted to see what was up while we waited for the other girls to show.” Kelley cupped his crotch again and rubbed him a few times through the denim. His breathing changed with the grope and his eyelids went heavy as he focused on her lips.



“Who are we waiting for?” he croaked as Kelley drew nearer to his mouth.



“Merlin’s Hairy Balls, I can’t believe it!” He started at the dramatic interruption and swiveled his head in time to see Padma Patil and Hannah Abbot gawking several feet away. He was nervous for a moment that he had been somehow caught, but then quickly realized that both girls had arrived for the same thing when Su waved them over. Harry was surprised to see Padma; intrigued that not only had she been approached, but that she’d accepted, and he wondered if she had even known he was going to be the one providing their entertainment.



“I thought they were having me on or sumthin’. Blimey, Harry, aren’t you the dog’s bollocks.” Padma had jogged the rest of the way once she’d gotten over her surprise, with Hannah coming up behind her.



Harry glanced at Su and Kelley before inspecting the new recruits with some wariness. “What are you two doing here? When do you all even hang out?” he questioned as he went back and forth between the four eager faces trying to follow the connections.



“Ah, Hannah’s me mate in Hufflepuff and, trust me, this girl knows how to have fun,” Kelley laughed lustily, “Had to have her along.” This was news to Harry, but then they hadn’t done much partying when they were practicing for Dumbledore’s Army. While Gryffindor house could get very rowdy on weekends, he always assumed the ‘Puffs were a laid back bunch and he would certainly never have expected that Hannah was sexually active.



“And Padma and I were talking about you this week when she admitted she’d like to get in your pants,” Su divulged of her fellow Ravenclaw. Padma’s coffee colored skin tinged but she played it off with a shrug to suggest she was not immune to Harry’s charms. He was taken aback once more to discover yet another friend—this time, Parvati’s sister—had been nursing a crush on him. She had never given any indication when they’d all gone to the Yule Ball and he was curious when her attitude toward him had changed.



“And Katie’s coming, right?” he hoped. She had promised him she would the night before.



“Katie?” Padma’s eyebrows jumped to her forehead. “Oh, wow. That’ll be awkward.” When Harry gave her an inquisitive expression, Hannah said in a high intonation, “Lezzie.”



“Oh, well, she said she’s interested in some blokes, too. Or, you know, just me, I guess.” He wondered what that might mean that a lesbian would be interested in him. The girls all laughed in a somewhat lecherous fashion, getting his arousal under way. Harry was pretty horny at this point.



“Harry, you’re fooking adorable,” Kelley declared in her thick brogue but soon one of them was demanding to go in so Su took the lead to create their space for the occasion. Inside, the bed that awaited them was more like a platform in the center of the room; low to the ground but huge, and decorated with an abundance of pillows. There were a lot of candles and odd, erotic statues about and a strong, spicy scent wafted over to them. Su sent Padma back outside to watch for Katie and “her friend”, she remarked suggestively. Harry was getting slightly nervous again at the thought of more girls, not quite sure how many he could handle.



The rest of them all dived on the bed like they were jumping into the pool and Harry grinned as he strutted over coolly. Kelley flounced to her back and spread her arms and legs open as if testing the edges, but she glanced up at him provocatively. “Come on in, Harry, the water’s fine,” she goaded seductively. Harry felt a great shove into his back as hands clenched his sides and before he could catch himself he was falling to the bed, a heavy body landing on top of him. He oofed loudly as the girls giggled some more, the press of breasts to his back and a grind from someone’s groin in his arse giving his bulge more definition the more it rubbed against the mattress.





“Whoooooohooooooo!” a cry sounded above him. “Look at me, I’m riding Harry Potter!” The group of them cackled and laughed in complete abandon as he wrenched his head around to see Hannah straddling his lower back while her hand waved in the air. She sat on his bum after another minute and began bouncing on him. Now, his prick was very much enjoying the friction. It felt so odd to be part of their giddiness like this. He hadn’t been around too many young women who acted so carefree and the girlishness of this bunch infused him.



Hannah grabbed his glasses off his face and turned them around to put them on, looking quite silly. “Bloody hell, Harry, you can’t see for crap,” she cried. Of course, the girl had gone fuzzy the minute he’d lost his specs, but he imagined she was making dotty faces. He looked over to the blob that appeared to be Su.



“Hey, can you do that thing again, with the contacts? That’ll free them up from getting in the way,” he suggested. Su thought it was a brilliant idea and brandished her wand to cast the spell. He’d noticed she’d stopped wearing her glasses, as well, so he hoped she’d gotten better at the comfort levels. As soon as his sight was unimpaired again, he rolled on his side so he could slide Hannah onto the bed while he toed off his shoes. She complained loudly, but the girls started beating her with pillows, and Harry joined in. He was having a great time so far.



“What’s that I smell in here, Su?” he asked, once they’d all settled down.



“Oh, that’s patchouli incense. You like it? I’m used to it at home.” He wasn’t sure if he did or not, but it was quite different and that appealed to him. “Sooooooo,” Su continued now that she was sitting back up again, a pillow tucked between her legs. “Tell us, Harry, what happened to make you ditch Luna? And how does it all lead back to Draco Malfoy? You sure messed up a pretty face.” Harry tried not to gag.



“Yeah, we were all trying to puzzle it out. I thought you two were, like, joined at the bits or something. You didn’t half spend your time running off to shag. Was she getting too bossy? Too dominating?” Kelley asked in an attempt for some details. “She sure liked to keep you on that leash.”



Harry had sat up, too, his bum resting on the backs of his legs as his knees splayed out. “Well, it’s, uh, really…complicated. And I’m still pretty upset about it, actually. Don’t think I’m up to discussing it.” He didn’t want to think about Luna being here in this room with them, at all, but to simply fall into these heavenly bodies and give over to adrenaline and sensation.



“Is it because she turned out to be a bit of a slag?” Hannah spoke up. Harry snapped his head in her direction, mouth agape, but she only appeared saddened at the news. “Sorry, Harry, but Ernie’s my best mate. He tells me everything, including the skirts he’s currently boning. He mentioned Luna quite often.”



That brought a thud to his stomach and he knew his face darkened to hear it. He glared down at the bed and gave an annoyed sigh. “Yeah, well, it’s all bollixed up now. She’s got…issues to figure out. And I definitely don’t want to discuss that poncey git, Malfoy.” A few of the girls awwwed at him and then rubbed at his knees consolingly. He stared at the smooth hands before him with their painted nails and suddenly wanted to see them rubbing his cock.



“Well, I think you’re better off without that silly twat, Harry,” Kelley enthused. “Always going on about her stupid Rotten Teeth conspiracy at the bleedin’ Ministry. She looks a bit creepy, too, with those ridiculous eyes of her.”



Harry frowned at the diss. “Hey, I like her eyes.” He thought of them as one of her most endearing features. “And it’s the Rotfang conspiracy.”



“Whatever, Harry,” Su retorted. “But you have to admit, she’s a bit of a freak. I mean, look at what she does with you. How many girls do you know who like to pass around their boyfriends as some kind of stud service? She treats you like you’re her property. Should hear how she talked about you—so possessive,” she complained. Su looked downright miffed at Luna’s treatment of Harry and he wasn’t sure if he could understand the source of her upset.



“Well, I didn’t mind that part, really.” He didn’t want the girls thinking he’d had no choice in the matter. Luna hadn’t exactly overpowered him; he could have walked away any time.



“Yeah, right; I want to hear more about that part, if you don’t mind,” Hannah interjected. “Honestly, Harry, I was gobsmacked when I heard the rumors about you and Luna. Cho had pretty much painted you as a virgin that didn’t know arse about girls.”



“I was fifteen!” Harry objected vehemently, his sarcasm taking over. “I’d been a bit busy up to that point trying not to be killed by giant snakes and evil madmen, for fuck sake, sorry if I didn’t use all of the extra time I had on my hands to practice my pull with women. And just what are these rumors claiming, anyway?” he asked sharply, now annoyed at the preconceptions about him that seemed to be constantly generated.



“Bloody ‘ell, Harry, chill! Hannah was just repeating what she’d heard!” Kelley boomed. Harry felt sheepish now at the attack; he hadn’t meant to jump all over them, it was Cho’s stupidity that had set him off. He muttered an apology but Hannah only gave an amused smirk back.



“Ah, that’s alright, luv, you make a good point. As for the gossip, the Slytherins were the ones who started the talking. Saying that you two liked to get naked every chance you could and tonk like rabbits, no matter who was watching. Apparently, to hear them tell it, you got on your knees a lot for the girl and they alluded to you being whipped as the day is long. I think a lot of people who know the both of you were taking it with a grain of salt, but when you got called out at supper with both her and Su, the speculation went into high gear. Many of the students assumed straight away you three were doing it. I have to say, Harry, I didn’t really buy it until Su came up and asked me if I’d ever wanted to get on your knob, ‘cause she was arranging a little orgy for you.”



Harry had been curious as to what exactly Su had promised the girls to entice them to come, but hearing such a blatant premise shocked him a little. “Su-u-u-u-uuu,” he whined, his eyes widening.



“What?” she grinned back wickedly. “I was discreet about it. I only picked the girls I thought you would like there; that you would feel comfortable with. I was going to ask Hermione, but then, I couldn’t imagine that in a million years.” Harry choked back a cough to hear it. Thank Merlin, she hadn’t done that. “But you know, I think I have a pretty good idea of what you like, by now. I mean, everybody’s pretty much gathered you have a penchant for chesty birds, Harry; you stare at them enough. Don’t know how you ended up with Luna. She might have nice tits, but they’re nowhere near as fantastic as these,” and she leaned over to rub at her breasts for him in an indication of where his sight should be directed. Harry felt suddenly warm and very tight in his clothes.





“Uh, okay,” he acquiesced, his mind blank as he tried to recall what they’d been discussing. He tugged at the neck of his jumper again in his overheated state. “Er, am I the only one that’s really hot here?”



“Well, I’d like to think you’re not the only one, but yeah, Harry, you’re pretty hot,” Kelley commented, and the girls all giggled. Harry couldn’t help his blush this time and then Su was reaching over to grab the bottom ridge of his cable-knit top, her voice sexy as she suggested he remove it.



“Come on, Harry, make yourself comfortable. It IS quite warm in here. I think I’m going to cool off, myself.” When she pulled herself up on her knees and started to unbutton her robe, Harry grew very excited as it occurred to him why she might have worn the long garment, instead. As she drew back the top row, he could see a slip of black lace peeking through.



“Aye, Su, great idea!” Kelley crowed. The girl didn’t even bother to mess around with buttons, but simply took hold of her hem and pulled upwards over her head. They could all see her bra and panties revealed, even before she’d managed to get out of the robe. Kelley’s lingerie was a satiny white with bits of pink trim in the lace. The knickers matched, but they were high cut and stringy, not much material covering her bits. Harry sat stock still with his mouth hanging open as he watched both girls undress. Su had gotten the full row unbuttoned finally and was now peeling off the dark cloak, her black outfit underneath just as frilly and sexy as her friend’s. Both girls looked luscious, Harry thought, and their boobs looked good enough to eat, but he was still slow to come out of his daze. When he looked to his left to see Hannah’s reaction, the blonde had already dispatched her own shirt and was working on pulling down her jeans. The Hufflepuff had pulled her hair free from their pigtails so the tips grazed her lavender bra with its floral print. Her breasts weren’t as majestic as the other two, but she had a taut, flat belly that he admired as she stretched herself back to slide off the pant legs.





He was starting to feel a bit foolish being the only clothed person in the room, so he earnestly began to join them in their unencumbered state. He’d quickly tossed aside the top layer then tugged up his tee-shirt over his head, swift to discard both items as he moved to unfasten his jeans. When he noticed how quiet and still it had gotten on the bed, he looked up to see three sets of eyes watching him carefully.



He blinked myopically at them as his hand hovered frozen over the buttons. “What?” he asked flatly, immediately self-conscious.



“Oh, nothing, Harry; we just enjoy watching you strip,” Su replied following a dreamy sigh.



“Mmmmm, you have such a nice, toned body, Harry. Can you do any moves for us? Make this a bit more entertaining,” Hannah cajoled, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.



Harry smiled shyly as his face burned but he wasn’t about to submit to their request. “I am absolutely NOT going to do a striptease for you,” he laughed. “Sorry, but even I have my limits.”



“Ooh, do tell,” the blonde girl nudged. “Just how far are you willing to go, then? What’s all this I keep hearing about leashes and property? Su implied that you like to please women orally, Harry, and that your knob is pretty impressive, but what else have you been up to, naughty boy?”



Harry grew a little unsettled at the idea of Su’s sharing becoming increasingly more candid the more he heard them speak, wondering just how much the apparently loquacious girl had told her friends about him; all while he thrilled at being called ‘naughty’. It spurred something inside him that wanted to come out and play.



“Oh, lots of things,” he breathed lasciviously. “I can show you if you’d like.”



The reaction was immediate as the girls squealed and giggled, their hands on his body pushing him back down to the bed. When he felt hands on his fly groping for the buttons, he bent his arms like brackets to rest on while watching them undress him. With three pairs of hands, they quickly had it opened and were yanking the pant legs downward; Kelley dragging his briefs along with them as she gripped the waistband. His cock sprung free and there were more squeals of delight, only making him harder to hear it. Hannah made sure to pull off his socks, too, but then the girls were moving closer to touch him.





“Uh, shouldn’t we wait for Padma and Katie? And whoever she’s bringing?” he reminded them, somewhat breathless as they began to stroke his prick and fondle his balls, his legs falling open to give them ample room to explore.





“Bugger them, they can get in line. Early bird, and all that,” Kelley hissed, but then her head was bending down and Harry could feel her wet tongue slide over the dewy slit of his cock, the precum having collected enough for a taste. Then Su reached over to clamp her teeth around his nipple while she sucked it to a hard point. When Hannah, eyes huge as she watched the other two uninhibited in their desire for Harry, leaned down to kiss him while holding his chin firm in her grip, he put up a hand to grab hold of her hair and push his tongue into her mouth. As soon as Kelley’s lips closed over his cockhead, he moaned into the gob in front of him, another wet mouth trailing down his chest and belly. His thoughts on the travails he’d gone through in the last few days disappeared as he concentrated solely on the pleasure they could give him.





The four of them were so into what they were doing, it took a few attempts of someone clearing their throat before the group bothered to look up to see the trio at the door. Padma stood there looking quite affronted, while Katie appeared amused and eager to get started. It was the third person, however, that all eyes were now directed to. The guest that had come with the Gryffindor Chaser was standing there in all of her green-eyed, curvaceous, auburn-haired glory as she smirked at the display of wantonness they’d walked in on.






Katie had brought Daphne Greengrass.














Next up: Harry comes to accept a few things about himself, while Luna gets her freak on