Mad Snorkacks and Englishmen

A/N: Be prepared. This one is LONG!







Chapter 8: The Foxy Prince of Roll,







`Then you should say what you mean,' the March Hare went on.



`I do,' Alice hastily replied; `at least--at least I mean what I say--that's the same thing, you know.'



`Not the same thing a bit!' said the Hatter. `You might just as well say that "I see what I eat" is the same thing as "I eat what I see"!'



`You might just as well say,' added the March Hare, `that "I like what I get" is the same thing as "I get what I like"!'



`You might just as well say,' added the Dormouse, who seemed to be talking in his sleep, `that "I breathe when I sleep" is the same thing as "I sleep when I breathe"!'



`It IS the same thing with you,' said the Hatter, and here the conversation dropped, and the party sat silent for a minute, while Alice thought over all she could remember about ravens and writing-desks, which wasn't much.

The Hatter was the first to break the silence. `What day of the month is it?' he said, turning to Alice: he had taken his watch out of his pocket, and was looking at it uneasily, shaking it every now and then, and holding it to his ear.



Alice considered a little, and then said `The fourth.'



`Two days wrong!' sighed the Hatter. `I told you butter wouldn't suit the works!' he added looking angrily at the March Hare.



`It was the BEST butter,' the March Hare meekly replied.



`Yes, but some crumbs must have got in as well,' the Hatter grumbled: `you shouldn't have put it in with the bread-knife.'



The March Hare took the watch and looked at it gloomily: then he dipped it into his cup of tea, and looked at it again: but he could think of nothing better to say than his first remark, `It was the BEST butter, you know.'



----Alice In Wonderland







Luna lay against Harry feeling snug as a bug in a rug. Her body was exhausted, but she was completely happy and sated. Harry was truly an innately gifted lover, she had decided, making her body achieve things that delighted and surprised her. As she attempted to let her mind drift its semi-conscious state into a nap, she could feel him moving restlessly behind her. She turned her head back to look over her shoulder in time to see her young suitor sliding downwards on the bed as his head bent to her bottom. He quickly put his hands to the outside of her thighs and gripped them as he dragged them apart once more, his face suddenly disappearing from view as it dipped into her still softly thudding, still dribbling core. The girl let a small squeal escape from her lips as she felt him attack her recovering slit with boundless zeal.





“Harry,” she groaned, “what are you doing? Aren’t you even tired?” She tried not to sound like she was complaining.





“Mm-phmm,” the boy answered from her crotch. Harry pulled up his head and looked at her with that intimidating smolder he got every time he pounced on her. She could feel his body thrumming against her with the pulsing vibration only he seemed to give off; she had noticed it while watching him cruise through the halls at school, the targeted teen avidly avoiding the constant lingering stares of others.





“I told you I was going to suck out your cum when I was through, didn’t I?” the boy reminded her. “I mean what I say and say what I mean, you know.”





Luna giggled, but stopped almost immediately as he slid two thumbs inside her and started to pull apart. “Unnh, mmm, that’s not the same thing, Harry.” She let the words ooze out of her the way her womanly fluids seemed to be oozing into Harry’s mouth. He moaned in welcome of his prize. All of a sudden, he was up on his knees again and pulling her bum with him.





“Put your arse up in the air again for me, Lu.” The girl’s nipples wrinkled tightly in the thrill of hearing him abbreviate her name so intimately. She followed his order then spread her legs open a bit wider in the transfer. Harry gave a throaty, yes, then proceeded to devour her cunt like he was at an all-the-pie-you-can-eat contest on Guy Fawkes’ Day. She felt his head move back for an instant, and turned to see him pull off his glasses and toss them up on his nightstand, but then he was back and putting his thumbs back in as dividers, stiffening his tongue to push deep inside her. The harder he pushed into her, the more she wanted to open herself to him, and she pushed her arse out further and sidled her knees over a few more bumps to give him maximum exposure. Harry, for his part, kept up a steady moan, breaking the flow only when he had need to swallow.





Luna felt her insides singing and consequently her head filled with the sex sounds that brought with it. She could hear her own muted whine in chorus with Harry, but she didn’t want to disappear into the sensations just yet. The dreamy girl turned again to drag her focus to what she could see of Harry’s face peeking over the soft mounds of her rear. His rapture shone even in his closed eyes and sweaty brow, and when he opened them suddenly and stared right at her, she almost came on the spot. But then he was watching her fixedly as he intermittently dragged his wide tongue up and down the soaked split of her flower while he gripped her thighs ever tighter. Luna felt completely drunk on the image of him doing this to her and couldn’t tear her eyes away.





So caught up were they in their staring contest, that Harry’s tongue overlapped his intended slick fold and followed through the end of its reach. Luna startled briefly as she felt his warm tongue run over the button inside the cleft of her arse. The boy’s moan suddenly deepened an octave into a low, like an animal birthing her calf. The girl plopped her head back into the pillow and shied herself from view as her face burned, the blush rapidly making its way down her body. But Harry only slowed his tongue, swirling back over it a few times in a cautious manner before committing to the action completely.





Luna could feel his arms encircle the outsides of her thighs to end up clasped at the small of her back and then with his harsh breaths pulled her up to his bent face as he pushed his chest against the backs of her legs. She could no longer feel her knees on the bed; her chest leaving solid mass, too, and as he let her float against him like that, he buried his face in her arse and sucked. Within seconds, Luna felt the walls of her channel contract and the gush of her desire sluice forth. Harry simply tilted his mouth downwards and drank as if he were catching the spray under a spring waterfall. Her cunt convulsed on his tongue again and another stream soaked the boy’s face. Luna keened into her pillow and let blackness seep into her vision.





Yet, she didn’t faint, but let every nerve and muscle suddenly release all tension to flow out of her limbs in rivers as her body went slack. The girl had never felt so relaxed in her life, and she practiced meditation regularly. As Harry lay her back down on the bed she tried to roll her body over to face him. She was having some trouble but the boy helped her out by pulling her to him on her back. He looked down at her with wide, sparkly eyes and an equally mixed expression of pride and wonder. Luna thought he was absolutely beautiful.





“Oh. My. God. Luna, that was,” the boy looked up at the ceiling as if it would provide just the right word, appearing gobsmacked by his discovery, “that was beyond amazing. Merlin’s balls, I had no idea.” The boy laughed to himself and shook his head at the unbelievable moment. He looked down at her with some apprehension.





“Er, was that okay with you?” He half-turned for a second to get his glasses back and put them on, blinking at her owlishly as he tried to glean her approval.





Luna attempted to talk. “Oh!” she breathed in a long, winding whisper, “um, that was, uh, very…very…illuminating.” Harry stared at her for a beat while she tried to hold his gaze seriously, but then they both burst into the same fit of giggles. She beamed at him now in a full grin, looking slightly incredulous, too. “Was it alright, then?” she asked curiously, wondering at the taste of her.





“Oh, yeah, I think I loved it. Will you let me do that again?” Luna felt herself blush again but nodded her head, even as she narrowed her eyes trying to understand his enjoyment of it. She watched Harry lick outside of his mouth and drag his fingers around his face to wipe up her glistening offerings, popping them back between his lips as he slurped them off noisily. She thought of a cat cleaning its face after supper.





“Not now, though, right? I do think I’ll need to recuperate a bit,” she acknowledged with an amused lilt. Harry looked into her eyes again and then let the back of his hand brush against her cheek. “Of course, take a rest.” Luna liked the way he commanded her in even the smallest gestures.





Still smiling broadly at the boy, she noted, “You can’t talk so much when you do that.” Now it was Harry’s turn to blush scarlet.





“Oh, right,” Harry ran his hand through his mop of hair with a bashful shrug. “Honestly, I don’t know where that came from, yeah? I never thought I’d be such a chatty Cathy during, uh, well, during sex. It was a total surprise.” Luna loved how forthcoming he was about all of these new feelings. It made her think she was valued, that he could speak to her about anything because no one could ever imagine the two of them in this situation. The knowledge that she was the only person to have heard Harry’s raunchy sexual declarations filled her with an honor of immeasurable proportions.





“I like it,” she assured him. “You’re just naturally directive. It’s a bit sweet, really.”





Harry, still giddy from their exertions, snorted with barely contained hilarity. “Sweet? Yeah, right, Luna. You think it’s endearing that I have a filthy mouth?” he teased her.





“Well, it’s you being yourself, without having to worry about people judging you or staring at everything you’re doing. So, I like it very much. You don’t say things to be mean or coarse, you’re just enthusiastic and honest about what you want.”





Harry gave her a strange look at that, but then she leaned up and kissed him briskly on the cheek. As she tried to move back away, Harry grabbed her around her waist and drew her close to him, pressing her chest into his as he put his mouth to hers, demanding something deeper. Luna was flooded with her own scent, and as Harry wrapped his tongue around hers, the lingering muskiness of her sex tamped down on her tastebuds. It was full with a fecund sweetness, the overpowering glaze feeding her the very source of her own strength; she was somewhat dazzled by it. It was Harry that she wanted to taste, however, and she tried to pinpoint his half of their recipe, wondering when she would at last get her opportunity to imbibe a Boy-Who-Lived cocktail.





“How much of that was you?” she asked him, when he broke away, eager to discern his issue. The boy’s eyebrows sought out his forehead at that, but then he appeared to genuinely contemplate the differences.





“Um, I suppose I could taste some of my cum dripping out of you, but you’re so much better flavored than I am and much more sharp. I don’t think there was much of me left by the time I kissed you, though.” He let his fingers swirl around the planes of her form, outlining her breasts and circling her navel in his travels. “But I will certainly say that my spunk improved quite a lot when it was mixed with yours,” he added with a grin.





“Will you let me taste you next time?” she implored with her big eyes.





Harry looked away at that and gave a small cough. He started to shift up into a sitting position as he mumbled, “Yeah, alright.” He looked to his side to see the time. Luna thought she might have said something wrong.





All of a sudden, a sound could be heard downstairs and Harry bolted upright in the bed. There was a clamoring towards the front room, and shortly after big, heavy thumps were herding up the steps as laughter echoed up towards the door. Harry turned to her and put a finger to her lips, shushing the girl before she could question the origin of such clatter. As the footsteps rumbled by their room, there were several fists banging at the door as taunts and jeers were shouted in passing.





“Wanker!”



“What’s that now, hark, can I hear some tossing going on in there?”



“Yeah, tweakin’ the little willy are we?” The boys laughed at their silly humor, and a deep voice boomed over the top of them.



“Leave some for Cedric, luv!”





Their loud guffaws rounded through the corridor as they made their way into Dudley’s space. Harry stayed tight as a bowstring and never took his hand away from her mouth. In another second, the voices loomed back the way they came, only this time they kept their remarks to each other. The two teens heard them again thundering down the creaky staircase like a pack of elephants. Apparently, the gang of boys only came by to retrieve something before heading out once more as the house soon after sang in its silence.





Harry let out a slow exhale and retracted his hand from her face. He looked slightly embarrassed at the intrusion, but Luna only waited for him to speak.





“Uh, that would be my lovely cousin, Dudley, and his equally intelligent and delightful friends,” he laid on sarcastically, although still appearing uneasy.





“Your family doesn’t know that I’m here, do they, Harry?” Luna watched him closely. His mouth dropped open, but then he shut it quickly.





“Er, no, they don’t,” he confessed. Luna sighed.





“So I guess we won’t be having dinner with them, then?”





“Well, no, but even if they did know you were here, and were okay with it, which would never happen in a million years, I seriously doubt we would still be welcome at the dinner table,” he emphatically insisted. “Besides, you’re not missing anything. They’re dreadful people, really, and dreadfully boring. I don’t even like to listen to them eating, it’s ghastly.” He shivered melodramatically.





Luna sat up, tilting her head to the side as she regarded Harry with a resigned air. He was not going to let it go. It was becoming painfully clear that he really didn’t get on with them and Luna could only speculate as to the reasons behind their enmity. Harry was a very powerful wizard, she thought, was it possible that he had somehow frightened them into excluding the boy whenever possible? His lack of representation in the family photographs was telling and the way he dressed at school when held to light against the affluent setting he grew up in was a bit jarring.





“Won’t we get hungry?” she asked innocently. Now Harry was definitely abashed. He swiftly assured her that it would not be the case.





“No, no, no, of course not! I haven’t even been sitting down with them since I’ve been back, but taking food up to my room, so we’ll be okay. Dudley’s off his diet this year, so there’s actually some decent food in the house and they don’t really ration it out to me anymore. I’ll bring you up whatever you want. Please don’t be angry. I know it’s not on, but I wouldn’t be able to see you otherwise. You have to believe me.” The young man finished his impassioned plea by leaning forward and grabbing her by the shoulders.





“I believe you, Harry.” Her eyes grew bigger at his petition. She always believed Harry; it never occurred to her to do otherwise.





“It’s just that…I didn’t know if…when, I’d be able to see you again. Once I get to the Burrow, the wedding is only a few days from that, and then….” He left the partial explanation hanging, hesitant to proceed, and something slid into formation in Luna’s brain.





“You’re going to find You-Know-Who,” she stated, recalling Ginny’s words on the train. “You’re not coming back to Hogwarts, are you?” Her expression was placid and smooth, but inside there was a sudden schism in her chest and it hurt to breath.





The dark-haired golden boy stared at her gravely. “Luna,” he whispered, “I don’t know if I’m coming back ever.”





Luna lifted a shaky hand up to brush the hair from Harry’s face. “You will, I know it,” she insisted quietly into the room, the enormity of what Harry was going to undertake threatening to crush them both. He ensnared her wrist with his middle finger and thumb then turned to bend his head to press his lips to the pulse underneath them. Luna focused her mind to the point, hearing it grow louder as the kiss lingered.





When he brought his head back up, he didn’t look at her, but cast his eyes over her body again. He backed up on his knees then grabbed her ankles and pulled hard, jerking her bum out from under her and landing her flat across the bed. He dropped his body on top of hers, molding each of his limbs to her own and pressing his weight down on her. His fingers gripped her wrists again and pulled them up over her head. She could feel his heaviness squash the oxygen in her lungs out, but concentrated on the feel of his balls resting at the mouth of her sex, his tumescence poking up towards her belly.





“Let’s not talk about that now,” he growled as his breath breezed over her face.





He looked down at her chest then scooted his body so that his mouth hung over her nipple, his hands sliding in the action to hold tight the white undersides of her forearms. His puffs of air over the hardened peaks caused Luna to squirm, but he pushed against her to stop her from moving before swirling his tongue around the tight nib. He coaxed it until Luna could feel an intense pressure building underneath the pleasure, his warm mouth pulling away every so often so that the air chilled her wet flesh, but then descending in a suck until teeth grazed around the nipple in a slow bite.





Harry bit down in a tightening grip and then just held it for several minutes, the pain sliding through Luna as she tried to move out from underneath him. Her mouth opened to protest, the moans rolling forth in a tumble, but Harry let go of his death grip only to move his teeth to the rest of her breast. Now he let some of his neediness inject into his attentions as he furiously bit and suckled at her tender flesh, letting the growls swell as he tore at her.





“Harry!” she cried, starting to worry at his wildness.





The boy looked at her with a dark gleam in his eyes, but he spoke almost tenderly. “Your skin is like fucking milk,” he cooed, staring down at the blood red marks like bright neon light against her porcelain hues. “I love how my teeth marks stand out so much.” He stared at her as if daring her to complain. Luna stayed quiet, though, transfixed by his green gaze as her cunt throbbed in the background of her thoughts.





Harry moved again, though this time when he pulled his body up, he sat on her pubis, his full weight settling down on her as his arse nestled in the v of her thighs. He let the bottoms of his legs rest to either side of her as he played with her breasts some more. He watched her responses carefully.





“Luna, bring your arms down,” she started to move them and he pulled them where he wanted, “now slide the back of your hands under your neck, like that.” He arranged them so that she was clasping them, palms up under the nape, then the boy pressed down on her elbows so that her breasts jutted upwards. He made her stay like that.





“I love your tits. They’re absolutely charming, did you know that?” he asked her rhetorically before he went on to expound. “They’re not too small, not too big, they’re just fucking right. So perfectly shaped and the swell of them is glorious.”





He continued to praise them even as he went about pinching and tugging at them. He twisted her right nipple hard until Luna arched up her body with a groan. “Was that too hard, then?” he asked roguishly, but then did the same thing to the left. Luna started to wonder how she was expected to react. Did he want her to moan and thrash about? Or was he testing her to see how much she could handle? She didn’t think she could win in a battle of wills with the fiery teen and she wasn’t much for exaggeration. She deduced that if Harry was just being his natural self, then she should act accordingly. Luna would do whatever she felt in the moment; and in this one she felt the need to absorb all of his pain. It was not lost on the pensive girl that Harry’s whole attitude had changed at the mere mention of Voldemort and the mission he’d set for himself.





Harry made to lay down on her again, although holding himself up with his hands this time as he hovered above her sternum again. This time he abused the opposite breast with his teeth so that the pair might bear his matching tattoos of carnality. He was purposely rough and savage with her, and the girl could not contain her fight against the onslaught, but her hands remained in place behind her neck as if tied there. Her moans were long.





When the boy sat up again to follow his noshing with some more punishment from his fingers, his expression was even more spirited and intent; ferocious in his delight, and out of nowhere he smacked his fingers flat against her nipple. The sound of the slap shocked them both still for a moment. Luna had her mouth open and breathing hard in needy whines. Harry stared at her hard and then did it again. The girl arched her back into the pain once more, letting another cry fly from her lips. Harry grew downright wolfish as he leaned over her.





“Oh, yeah, you liked that, didn’t you? Want some more, don’t you, little girl. Answer me,” the boy demanded of her. Luna scrunched up her eyes and let out a breathy “yes”, but that wasn’t enough for him.





“Tell me that you want me to do it again, Luuuuna,” he hissed. The girl responded right away.





“Do it again, Harry. Please.”





“Tell me that you want me to fuck you. You want me to split you open with my hard cock,” his voice rasped close to her ear now. The girl hesitated, but he pulled back his hand and smacked her harder on her other breast.





“Aaaahh! Yes, Harry, fuck me. Fuck me!” she shouted, but Harry was dogmatic.





“Say the rest of it.” The girl got dizzy and flushed at Harry’s control of her now. But she struggled to give him what he wanted to hear.





“Please, split, ahh, split me—split me open with your cock. Your hard cock, Harry. I want you,” she added, fully in the flow of their exchange now as her pussy insisted on pleasing his command. Her hands started to unclasp as she made to reach for him, but Harry pushed them back.





“Leave your hands where I told you,” he issued, his voice gruff with an arrogance that would brook no argument. He pulled her legs up into the air roughly, his grip around her ankles as punishing as the force he usually reserved for her wrists. Then he opened them so they were resting against each shoulder and tugged her bottom forward as he pressed his rock hard shaft to her re-doused opening.





“I’m going to give you what you need now, Lu. I’ll fuck you so deep my prick will be in your throat, do you understand?” his voice was clear and domineering, but his eyes looked crazed and sparked with emerald fire.





Luna could only nod in a daze as she felt the slight roll of tears trickle down the sides of her temple. Harry’s hand trailed down her belly until it sat upon her pubic bone and dipped down to pinch her pulsing nub. Luna gave another breathy moan. Then Harry’s knob was piercing her wet gash once again.





For a while, the only sounds to be heard were the teens’ labored breathing, their raspy moans twirling in the sunlit stagnant air of the room. Soon, however, Harry was pushing her legs backwards towards her head and the girl let out another whine as he attempted to bend her in half with a fair amount of success. The boy now had his hands pressed to the backs of her shins and he was veritably bouncing into her cunt, his feet up on the points of his toes as he bobbed and wound his way into her passage.





“Ohhhh, yesssss, fuck yes, dear God and Merlin and fucking all, I need MORE.”





The fevered girl could hear his shouts, but her head was caught up in the pain twinned with her pleasure as he scandalized her cunt with his persistence, deepening his thrusts until she thought he might slam into her heart. Small bursts of light kept popping in her peripheral vision and then Harry was right on top of her as he pressed her legs down against her in a final assault, his sharp hip bones cutting into her haunches. Soon Luna felt her walls ripple around him and moaned into the release while Harry shouted to another deity and filled her with his hot seed in his slowing pumps against her swollen folds.





The two young students each let out a great whoosh of breath as they came to the end. Harry rolled off of her with a slump, but then swiftly covered his face with his hands. Luna gingerly lay her legs back to the bed, but she turned to the boy with concern. Harry groaned through his fingers.





“Holy shite. What the fuck..? I don’t know what the devil is wrong with me, Luna!” he despaired to the girl. Luna took his wrist and tried to pull it away from his face. She tugged, but the boy wouldn’t let himself be seen.





“Harry, please, look at me,” she begged. She wouldn’t relent in her tugging until he finally complied. He turned to her with a face lit in shame and he rolled his eyes upward so he wouldn’t have to look into hers. He gave another shaky exhale and his eyes turned glassy.





“Jesus, I am seriously fucked up,” he wailed into the walls of the room.





“Harry, what is it? What’s the matter? It was okay, I’m alright.” She tried to comfort him with her assurances.





When he finally turned to her, he looked into her confused face with a sheepish lopsided smile. His hand tucked a stray hair behind her ear before he opened his mouth, spending a few seconds trying to let his thoughts come out in the open.





“I’m so sorry, Luna. I feel terrible when I just mow you down like that. I don’t know why I can’t just be…you know, normal about it.” His gaze was beseeching, actively hunting for some glimmer of damnation in her eyes. Or maybe he was looking for approval, she thought.





“I like the way you are with me, Harry,” she told him in a measured tone. The boy seemed to catch some hope in his expression.





“Really? It’s alright, then?” he appeared completely surprised by her concession.





The girl tried to think about the ramifications of his actions and how it affected her. She wanted to be truthful to Harry; she felt he deserved it.





“Um, it’s very intense. You never come to anything half-hearted, Harry, which I enjoy watching. I feel like you’re pushing me to something, making me see a truth about myself that I didn’t know was there. It’s sort of like when you taught us in the DA. You’re fair and you’re encouraging in your tone, but you have a demanding way about you that I find very exciting to be around.”





Harry stared at her a bit warily before he snickered at the image she painted. “The DA? Right. Of course, I remember now insisting Neville take my hard cock before he could learn a proper Expelliarmus, how silly of me to forget,” the boy joked.





Luna curled into his arm and snuggled against his torso. She let her fingers slide over his toned chest, relishing the feel of its hardness under her palm.





“I feel very safe with you, Harry Potter. I know you wish me no harm. I want you to feel safe with me, too.” She tilted her head to look up at him and gauge how her words soothed him. He appeared somewhat humbled.





“You’re really something, you know that?” he whispered.





Luna pondered some more over his inclinations. “Perhaps the Knashers are affecting you. Have you checked lately for any rashes around your penis?” she thought it might be part of the problem, but could recall no spots of evidence around his bits. She moved to check him out before Harry stopped her.





“Er, what are the Knashers, pray tell?” he asked guardedly. Luna gave him one of her patented Luna stares.





“Well, they’re small creatures that feed off your most primal lust. They have very sharp teeth and tend to swarm around any area that produces the most desire. I think they may be attracted to the pheromones. Daddy says they often heighten one’s passion to the point of recklessness and warns that a steady diet of Gurdyroot and asphodel keep them at bay.”





Harry just stared with a hint of amusement in his eyes. “I see.” He waited a beat. “Luna, I’m not drinking any of that Gurdyroot crap. It’s vile.”





Luna gave a small smile in agreement. “You get used to it,” she suggested.





Harry suddenly curled himself over her as he pushed her flat against the bed. “So, you don’t think I’m a disturbed nutter who needs to lock himself away, then?” She shook her head sagely.





“Would you mind if I tried some other things with you?” He approached the suggestion hesitantly, his eyes darting around her face to watch for the first sign of discomfort.





“I wouldn’t mind, at all.” Luna locked onto his eyes and imparted all the consent she could muster through her protuberant orbs.





Harry visibly gulped; she watched his throat bob. He appeared to be culling the remnants of his bravado as he attempted to give voice to his next wish. Finally, he just went for it.





“I would really, really, really like to tie you up, Luna,” he admitted with a grave insistence. He held his breath while he waited for her reply.





Luna merely looked at the boy with her blank stare. “Why?”





“I have…no idea.” He appeared as perplexed by the information as she. “But it is a really fucking powerful bent,” the boy finished in awe. He flicked his eyes as if fearing he had given away too much.





“What would you do with me once you did that?” she asked, still showing no sign of anything other than a mild curiosity. Harry fixed his gaze at her and stopped fidgeting before he tonelessly rattled off his fantasy scene in quick outtakes, as if he had been thinking about the matter a long time and had prepared a speech.





“I want to tie your hands up to your feet behind your back, then pleasure you for hours until you’re insane with it and I can see your juices literally pouring out of your cunt, and then I want to have you suck me off while I bury most of my fingers in your sopping twat,” he stopped for a moment as he further puzzled the logistics of that one. “I haven’t quite figured that position out, but I will. I want to spank your beautiful lily white bottom until its flaming fire, and then I want to bounce you on my prick while you’re still hogtied until I’m swimming in a river of your cum.” He finished finally with a heavy heave and swallow of breath. Harry appeared to be ready for her disgust, but there remained a glimmer of innocent appeal in his eyes as he waited to hear her reaction.





Luna, for her part, ruminated over the details very thoughtfully as she wondered to where the impetus for the Chosen One’s fascinations lie. She considered him seriously before asking him about the one part that made her most nervous.





“Why spanking? Is there something you like about giving pain?”





The boy tried to be as honest with her as he could, but seemed to have a hard time explaining his kink. “I don’t know, Luna. It’s—hard to say why, exactly. I think it has something to do with you, though. Something about the way we seem to…connect. It’s like,” and here, Harry paused as he tried to summon up the best answer, “like, I want to take care of you, but in a really bizarre, sexual way. Does that seem remotely logical?” he asked her openly with a hope that she might know.





Luna tried another angle to the discussion. “Have you ever been through intense pain, Harry? I mean, physically, your body under enormous strain as you felt besieged by it?” She was very intrigued to hear his answer. Harry replied instantly.





“Yes.” The patient girl waited for him to illustrate the scenario further. “Um, in the graveyard with Voldemort. He used the Cruciatus on me. It was the most painful thing I’ve ever felt; like hot blades flaying open my skin and slicing the nerve endings.” He continued in a manner as if talking about someone else.





“And the headaches are unbearable. When I get these flashes of his presence, he invades my consciousness with daggers in my brain. It’s absolutely excruciating. The slices in my hand from that bitch Umbridge were no picnic, either, come to think of it.” He regarded her with concern, however.





“Look, Luna, I would never go that far. You do trust me, don’t you?” His eyes opened wide affecting a childish innocence.





“How did you manage that?” she wanted to know. She was supremely shocked by his reveal on the Unforgivable, and Luna was a girl who did not shock easily. “And of course I trust you. I just want to clarify a few things, is all.”





Harry tried once again to be as candid with her as best he could. “I guess I just work through it. Pain isn’t anything to be afraid of, Luna,” said the boy who must have held an all-time record for visits to the infirmary. “I know it’s going to end, and I know it will only make me stronger when I beat it.”





While the dreamy girl was not quite surprised by his answer, she felt her admiration for him grow, regardless. He was someone she could learn a lot from, she acknowledged, and she felt a stirring at his fierce hunger and desire to do these things with her. It made her feel warm and special.





“Okay, Harry,” she breathed out. Harry’s dumbstruck expression at her acceptance quickly split into a bubbly grin.





“Yeah?” he asked enthusiastically, barely able to contain his excitement.





“Yes.” The girl was suddenly scooped up into a massive hug, full of squeezing boy arms and legs.





“Omygodohmygod, ohmygod, Lu, thank you, thank you.” He looked back at her with a wild joy and then kissed her in a tight embrace, lavishing her mouth with his appreciation.





Luna felt giddy being next to this happy person that was rarely this expressive. Harry looked around to the floor all of a sudden, searching for something that didn’t appear to be there.





“Oh, shit. Shite!,” he exclaimed. He gave Luna a frightened stare as some dangerous thought flashed across his face.





“I left my knapsack downstairs in the kitchen. Fuck, I hope Dudley didn’t notice it,” he worried. Harry sprang around to look at the clock on his bedside. “Shit!”, he muttered again.





“Um, look, my aunt will be back from her garden club meeting pretty soon. I’m going to run downstairs, grab the cloak, and make us a quick spot of lunch, is that alright?” He looked her over again. “Damn, you must be starved. Um, did you need to use the loo while I’m down there before anyone is home?” he queried.





Luna nodded her head and then Harry jumped off the bed to pull on his jeans. He threw his shirt on over his glasses and went to grab her hand as they made their way to the door. After unlocking the bolt, he poked his head out of the door into the hallway. Luna stood behind him still nude.





“Okay, down this way.” He walked her to the strangely lit Muggle bathroom and quickly showed her how everything worked, although there weren’t too many differences. He ran away and she heard him clunking down the stairs much like his cousin’s group earlier. Luna marveled at the bathroom’s shiny interior. She thought it quite posh compared to the little space she had in her own house. There was a lot of glass about, she noted. Everything sparkled.





She moved slowly through the hall with an utter lack of concern over her nakedness and peeked into a few of the rooms before coming back to Harry’s. There was a lot of ticking throughout the house. She had observed the much grander scale of the other bedrooms with some bemusement and wondered again why they were threatened by their nephew.





Luna sat back on Harry’s bed and took in more of the details of the space, his sole haven away from Hogwart’s and the Burrow. She dawdled over the locks she had noticed on the outside of his bedroom door. She watched Hedwig rustle in his open cage. She reached over to pick up the framed moving photo of Harry’s mum and dad. She hoped that they could see wherever they were what a beautiful, strong, special boy they had given birth to. Luna set the picture back down as she heard Harry’s ascent on the stairs.





In another moment, he was walking back into their private lodging with a tray of food and glasses, his knapsack hung over one shoulder. He kicked the door shut behind him, then walked over to the bed to place the tray down. He smiled at her before turning back to bolt the door again. Luna looked over their repast on the tray and tickled at the sight of a red rose lying across the top of their plates. She picked it up by the stem carefully and inhaled deeply of its cloying scent.





“What’s this?” she asked Harry as he sat down across from her. He blushed and looked at his knees, muttering a brief for you. He attempted to save face by clearing his throat and making a grand show of their late lunch.





“Um, well, I don’t know how hungry you are, but I’m not feeling terribly peckish, so I brought up some light fare.” He started to open a small tin with a strange top that popped off and handed it to her with a spoon. She regarded the item most curiously.





“What is it?” she asked with her saucer eyes.





“Pudding,” was Harry’s reply. “I hope you like vanilla.” Luna looked down at the creamy substance inside and then looked up at Harry again. A beat later, she burst out into a tinkling laughter, clapping her hands in her glee. Harry’s slow grin moved across his face like a sunrise.





“I have some bread and butter and some apple slices, too. And I found some orange pop if you’d like that, but I brought water, too. I suspect we’ve used up a lot of sweat. Can’t have you getting dehydrated on me, can I?” Luna was touched by his caring attention to her body’s needs.





“I didn’t know how you would feel about lemon marmalade, so I just made it butter. Hope that’s all right.”





“Oh, of course,” Luna enthused. Then she added in a whimsical tone, “It was, after all, the BEST butter, you know.”





Harry looked at her strangely for a moment then tipped his head back and laughed loudly. When his eyes met hers again, he was in high spirits and amused by the notion that Luna knew more about Muggles than she let on.





“And I suppose YOU know why a raven is like a writing desk, eh?” he teased, as he comprehended the source of her quote.





“Silly boy, Carroll insisted there is no answer. He’s just poking fun at your need to have every question make some sort of rational sense.” Harry looked at her coyly and then gazed over her long locks.





“You know, the first few times I spoke with you, I envisioned you as a bit of an Alice,” he admitted. Luna lowered her eyelids in consternation.





“Really? But Alice strikes me as more of a Hermione type,” she reasoned. “You know, never truly accepting of the things she can’t explain all around her and insisting the inhabitants on the other side of the rabbit hole are all silly and wrong for tossing out the rules of her understanding.” Harry appeared surprised at her appraisal, but was willing to concede the point.





“I suppose I can see a bit of that. But you know, I take Hermione’s brilliance for granted, I don’t really question it too much. She’s saved my arse more times than I care to admit.” He thought some more about his friend. “Although, I can see what you mean about her unwillingness to accept certain things. We got into some right nasty tiffs this school year. I know I’ve made some bad calls before, but my gut is hard to fight. It’s kept me alive, more often than not. Her bossiness can be trying at times, but I’m no saint, either, am I?” He looked to Luna as if she would be best to provide the answer to that.





“Well, barring that willful streak of yours, I think you listen to a lot of what your friends counsel. It’s not as if you’re ever dismissive of them, right?” Harry cast his eyes downward with a pink tinge in his cheeks and coughed. “I sometimes think Hermione limits herself on purpose.”





“What do you mean?” Harry asked with a quizzical expression.





“Like, she’s afraid to see beyond a certain realm because she doesn’t know what she’ll do there. I suspect she’s had a hard enough time fitting into Wizarding society.” Luna ripped up her bread and noshed as she pondered the bright girl’s cleverness.





After a sip from his drink, Harry changed subjects. “How do you know about Alice in Wonderland? I only read it because of regular school. I’m not one for books, normally, but I remember how much I enjoyed the world in that one. I guess I was about ten,” he recalled fondly.





“Daddy read it to me often as a little girl. It’s one of his favorite books. Although Daddy’s read everything so he has a lot of favorites. He’s a big enthusiast of Muggle literature, especially Shakespeare and Kafka. Mum was more into her Greeks.” It felt oddly comforting being able to share these things about her mother with Harry.





“Well, I suppose I see you as Alice mostly because of the long blond hair, and the, you know, um, creatures no one’s ever heard of.” He had enough sense to look somewhat abashed at that. He peered closer to her, though, and let his hair flop into his eyes.





“Er, Luna, can I ask for a favor?” Harry was definitely skittish now and picked at his pants and jostled their tray.





“Of course you can, Harry.”





He looked up at her and gulped. “Will you let me brush your hair?”





The girl immediately put her hand to her crown and covered it. She knew it was always a mess, but she just didn’t feel up to dealing with it. It dawned on her that Harry might not like that about her; it wasn’t very pretty, bit ratty, actually.





“Oh, sorry. I know it’s not very becoming this way. My mother was always the one who would spend every morning getting it straight. I suppose I sort of lost interest in tending to it. Is it that bad?” she grimaced.





“What? No!, No, no, absolutely not,” he denied. He looked alarmed that he might have insulted her. “I love your hair, really. It just needs to get some knots out and bring back a bit of gleam.” He tried another tactic. “I mean, it’s my fault it needs brushing right now, isn’t it, the way I’ve been tossing you all over my bed.”





Luna brought her palm down from her head and let it curl around her throat. Harry immediately let his half-lidded gaze drop to her neck with something dark clouding his eyes. Luna relented.





“It’s alright, I suppose. But I will warn you it’s a nasty tangle. There’s so much of it. I don’t know what to do with it,” the girl complained self-consciously.





“Oh, I can think of a few things I’d like to try,” murmured Harry in a low rumble. He was getting his pouncey look on his face again.





There was a door slam downstairs. Harry tuned into the loud entrance and listened for the reveal of the person’s identity. He held his hand up to her to signal silence. The teens heard much traversing of footsteps back and forth on the lower floor. The boy turned to her then and mouthed the words, Aunt Petunia, before slowly and as quietly as possible he slipped off the bed and went to retrieve the cloak out of his bag. He grabbed it, Luna’s bag, and then a hairbrush from the top of his dresser, and stole back to the bed with barely a creak from the carpet.







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Several hours later and Harry was still fussing with Luna’s hair as they sat above the din of the dining room, catching snatches of conversation from his uncle’s bellowing bray over everything infernal in his daily workload. The two of them giggled as Harry rolled his eyes over the inane chatter around the dining room table. “I told you,” he whispered in her ear, as he brushed another sleek strand down her back. It had taken him a long time to separate the tufts of clotting hair, but he’d pulled her colorful barrettes out and committed to it completely. Luna felt touched by his attentiveness once more. Plus, it felt positively luxurious to have this strong boy sliding the bristles back along her scalp, breathing over her and murmuring sweet declarations into the mane.





The boy had stopped sometime in the middle of his styling to make an appearance downstairs. When he came up, he had brought them some slivers from the roast chicken and the two slopped up the succulent chunks with gusto. Then Harry had licked the smeared juices from around her mouth. He would stop every so often in his duty to her now somewhat sleek tresses and run his hands lovingly over her breasts and belly, letting his fingers slide down to her core. He would pull her hair to the side and kiss her shoulder, up and down her neck, lick the nape and inhale. He would trail light fingertips down her spine until she arched her back.





After a while of this, neither one could control their ardor. Harry started to pull up on her thighs so he could sit her on his lap and bite at the flesh on her arms. Luna, in her tremulous need for him, tried to turn into his embrace and grab at his prick, her mouth already absorbing his tongue. The sounds from the domesticity downstairs only served to heighten their desires as the delicious secretive nature of their demands for each other grew in its silent intensity.





Harry was breathing quite heavy now, and had not bothered to turn on his light yet, the dusk of the evening settling shadows around the room. He pulled her ear close to his mouth again and requested of her in a heavy timbre if she would do what he asked right now without question. Luna let out a soft, pliant, but affirmative moan.





Suddenly, he was off the bed and pulling out a dresser drawer. He really was very stealthy, she admired. He clicked on the small lamp by his bed and a soft glow filled the room. Harry had pulled a handful of his school ties from his stash. He slipped them on the bed before moving over to his desk. Luna turned to him, trying to ascertain his plans by whatever he was doing in the corner. It appeared he was emptying the flat space of its contents, hurriedly but silently moving them to the floor. He came back to the bed and grabbed her hand, leading her over to the small writing table.





“Let me know if this gets too uncomfortable, okay? I just want to see if it’ll work.” Luna only stared at him and let the boy move her about at will. He set her bum on the top of the desk and then reached behind her to lift up the window. The coolness of the late night breezed in on a flurry of rustling leaves. Luna shivered.





She could just make out Harry’s face with his back to the light like this. He was showing a bit of apprehension mixed with a persevering resolution. He gulped at her before reaching for the ties in one grip.





“This is just an experiment,” he whispered to her, his warm breath mingling with the chilled, sweet odors of night grass. Harry pulled one of his ties around her mouth, until it was between her teeth and against her tongue. He knotted it behind her head, mindful to keep it from twining in her hair. He looked at her in appeal, summoning a nod or a shake as to the acceptance of the proposed activity. Luna was starting to get a clue and she put her hands out to him to do with what he wanted. Harry pulled his desk out just a little, the creak absorbed into the carpeted floor.





He then pushed her backwards until she was laying across the desk by the width. Her head leaned onto the window sill, and Harry disappeared from view as he bent low under the small table and pulled her wrist to a leg. Luna could feel one of the ties bind her in a fairly tight knot. He then slipped over to the other side of her and did the same to the other hand. Having the twilight air ghost over her breasts as they stood pert and willing, feeling her arms stretched their full length on either side of her; the girl let the sensations build across her flesh in a tingling ferocity.





She was now aware of Harry pulling her legs open to accommodate the front spindly poles of the desk with more ties. Her back smarted a bit, but she ignored it, so caught up was she in the stimuli of her immediate environment: Harry’s hands working diligently but carefully; the gusts of fragrance billowing over her; the tightness of the cordlike material rough against her mouth. She finally sensed him standing before her, even though her eyes were closed, and he moaned at the sight of her. He shifted her arse forward on the desk until it hung over the edge, and then as he wrapped his hands to her thighs, let his comforting stiffness penetrate her once again.







There was a loud, beefy laugh downstairs as the Dursleys’ activities now wafted from the sitting room. Harry looked over her tenderly as he slowly slid in and out of her, avoiding the wincing of the desk under its duress by his careful movements. She could hear his slight moans as he took her, trying to keep their lovemaking volume to a minimum. The sound of it traveled out the window on the tufts of wind. His fingers scaled her peaks and stroked delicately, he ran them all over her hips and her sides, making her ticklish in the light touch. He rubbed her exposed cunt, sucking on his fingers and coating them with spit before sliding them over that electric nub of flesh in a faster motion than he allowed himself. Luna felt her body jerk upwards even with the restraints as he pinched her clit again. Her body felt on fire and the cool air did nothing to slake her fevered thirst.







Before too long, Harry was getting restless in his cautious pumping. He put his head down to rest on her chest for a moment before dragging his face close to hers.





“I need to move you, okay?” he whispered. She nodded her gagged assent.





Harry pulled himself out of her, and Luna could see the early rise of the moon glisten across the dewy coat of his prick. It was a vision to behold, she decided. He bent out of sight again, and she could feel the tugging on her appendages as he tore at the knots to break her free. Once he was done, he meticulously rolled her upwards, and the girl could feel the cricks in her protesting back, but Harry wrapped her legs around him and picked her up, his hands cupping her bottom.





After moving at first to the bed, only to hear it groan a little too loudly for his liking, Harry settled on moving them to the floor. He raised himself up on his knees and turned her around, no longer speaking but confidently taking hold of her like a doll being propped for a tea party. The colorful Gryffindor ties were still wrapped to her wrists, and now Harry brought them up to her neck, working behind her to take the wide strand of one and tie the material around her neck, then tying the ends to each other, so that she was affixed by the two with her hands at her throat, but leaving enough slack for her to not feel choked. He moaned in her ear brazenly in light of their furtive activity.





“You’re absolutely glowing. You’re a fucking Goddess, Luna.”





She could only respond to him by her own low whine against the gag. Then he split her apart over his lap again, hefting her up enough to spit her with his cock. She let a rather heavy groan escape her as she felt herself be speared, but soon Harry was holding on to her waist with white knuckles as he bounced her up and down in a fast jog of fucking. He was moving her with such speed and Luna could only make out a blur in front of her, her senses akimbo and her reason long ago left behind. Soon Harry’s rasping breath ached with need and his hands traveled under her armpits and over her shoulders as he bent her forward, pulling her back on his pounding prick with such force Luna felt cracks in her shell.





Her muffled scream came in a long burst as she felt her orgasm eclipse her and then Harry was pushing her front down on the ground and he slowed his thrusts, going as he deep as he could with a winding viciousness as he fucked her into the very tasteful, beige carpeted floor of the Dursley household. Harry grunted into her ear and then bit her neck as he let the shockwaves run through them as his cum flowed, stilling finally after they ran their course. The young lovers lay that way for a few moments, their harsh gusts from the exertion blowing against each other as they tried to catch their breaths.





At long last, Harry pulled himself off of Luna and then set upon the ties still waiting to be unknotted. Luna moved groggily once she was free, but Harry rolled her over on her back and kissed her deeply for a long time. When the girl could find no more breath left in her lungs, no more energy to meet his unending passion, he curled her up in his arms and then brought her to his small, perfunctory bed. The two teens lay curved against each other and fell asleep almost immediately as the television cackles of tinned laughter rose up from the depths of the house.











I hope this all turned out all right. It was so long, I didn't even really proof-read the latter half. I couldn't stop myself. I might have to take a rest after this. Thanks for all your reviews and I hope you enjoyed this chapter.