Mad Snorkacks and Englishmen

Thanks so much for your feedback on Harry's growing awareness, Soft! Also, I feel a duty to respond to Raynee: Please let me assuage your fears. I wanted to write this story in order to have the opportunity to focus on Harry in a relationship with Luna. I am only interested in their desire for each other, but at the same time I wanted to acknowledge the rich emotional terrain JKR already provided us. I see Harry and Luna together based on underpinnings of their canon selves, but I don't want to dismiss the fact that these are two teenagers dealing with some very strong, sexual feelings and that their attachments to others are not going to disappear over night. I still want the story to remain realistic with their current mindset, and we all can see that randy Harry gets a little out of control, sometimes. But whatever happens with other characters, the story's focus will never change, and that is Harry and Luna discovering a need for each other and growing/learning through the experience.







Chapter 9: Blue Medley Pt. 1







'It's in the trees!

It's coming!'



When I was a child:

Running in the night,

Afraid of what might be



Hiding in the dark,

Hiding in the street,

And of what was following me...



Now hounds of love are hunting.

I've always been a coward,

And I don't know what's good for me.



Here I go!

It's coming for me through the trees.

Help me, someone!

Help me, please!



Take my shoes off,

And throw them in the lake,

And I'll be

Two steps on the water.



I found a fox

Caught by dogs.

He let me take him in my hands.



His little heart,

It beats so fast,

And I'm ashamed of running away



From nothing real--

I just can't deal with this,

But I'm still afraid to be there,



Among your hounds of love,

And feel your arms surround me.

I've always been a coward,

And never know what's good for me.



Oh, here I go!

Don't let me go!

Hold me down!

It's coming for me through the trees.

Help me, darling,

Help me, please!



Take my shoes off

And throw them in the lake,

And I'll be

Two steps on the water.



I don't know what's good for me.

I don't know what's good for me.

I need your love love love love love, yeah!

Your love!



----Kate Bush, Hounds of Love





Harry was awakened by the sound of a loud knocking on his bedroom door. He curled around to grab his glasses, warning Luna to be silent as her eyes fluttered open to look at him in the bright daylight of the room. The boy took hold of the edge of his Invisibility cloak at the end of the bed and pulled it over Luna’s still form. He then quickly jumped into his clothes as he ran up to the door, sliding back the lock, and peering outside. His aunt stood there with her sternest face, annoyed at the wait. She looked over his bleary, disheveled state and wrinkled her nose as if smelling something unpleasant.





“I was starting to wonder if you’d ever get up. What do you do in there all day, filthy boy?”







She made a dismissive face, apparently not really wanting to hear the answer, and continued on with her demand. “I need you to trim the front lawn sometime today. Seeing as we’re being uprooted from our home because of you, I should think it would be the least you could do. If we end up having to sell the property, we don’t need it falling into a disreputable state.” She fished around in her purse for a moment and then pulled out a colorful bill with a picture of the Queen’s face on it.







“You’ll have to use the can in the garage to get some petrol at the station before you can fill the tank. While you’re there, you might as well pick up some milk and bread and the orange fizz Dudley likes. It seems to have disappeared rather quickly.” She stared at the boy down the end of her nose accusingly. “I expect every cent of my change back.”







Harry was a bit chafed at the order, but took the twenty quid and nodded willingly. “Yeah, fine. I’ll have it done when you get back.”





The horse-faced woman pulled herself up tall as she brushed a few bits of imaginary lint from her floral print dress. “I’ll be gone most of the day to London. I have a lot of shopping to do before we leave. Surely your friends can manage you walking a few streets into town?” Her indignant tone suggested that she felt supremely put out at the limits the Order deemed necessary for Harry’s solitary outings. He bristled at her nagging, but tried to get her on her way.







“It’s fine, there’s no problem. You should probably get going to avoid the worst of the traffic,” he suggested, as if he were at all familiar with the daily commute of driving into Greater London. Petunia merely hmmphed one more time for effect before letting him know she’d left the boy a few slices of bacon on the stovetop. Then she was gone on a wave of clicking heels and a slam of the door.







After closing the door and sliding the bolt back into place, Harry pulled his clothes back off and tiptoed into bed. He ran his hands under the seemingly empty space above his blanket and felt for Luna’s back. He slid his hands up and pulled off the material, wrapping his arms around the front of her as she smiled in her sleepy haze.







“I don’t want you to leave,” he mumbled grudgingly into her ear. The thought of sending her back home before the Dursleys all descended on the house again left him severely depressed.







The girl turned to face him; her eyes lit, and reminded him he’d be busy. “You’ve got work to do today. I’ll just be in your way,” she said demurely.







But Harry was not one to quit on his fancy. “Bugger that. I’d rather do things with you, and I’ll knock that work out while you rest or something. How about if I take you into town square with me and we’ll check out some Muggle shops? Would you like that? I’ll cook you a proper breakfast and we’ll be on our way.” He hugged her tight from behind. “Please say you’ll stay longer. Can’t you ask your dad if it’s alright? I’ll send Hedwig right now, if you like.” He went all out and begged, “please, please, please, Luna!” and the girl couldn’t help but laugh at his persistence.







She pretended to think it over while the boy ran his hands across her belly. Harry let his fingers traipse low and slide into the mouth at the tops of her thighs. Late in the middle of the night, he had stirred the girl and taken her again, and even now he could still feel the wetness pervade her loins. His morning hardness already lay in wait to find its way inside her again, and Harry was becoming slightly concerned with his incessant hunger for her that was constantly at the ready. He needed to chill out, he chided himself.







Then Luna went and cracked her legs a bit to gain him more entry and moaned softly at his stroking. This was not helping, he groaned, but there was nothing for it, he was a slave to his compulsion. The boy started to push three of his fingers inside her core at once. She was definitely getting wetter and he moved them in and out rapidly as her breathing started to speed up.







“Are you going to stay another night?” he asked in a low voice that expected the correct reply. Luna moaned again and tried to be reasonable with him as she began fucking herself on his gathered digits.







“It depends…on what Daddy says, Harry,” she bleated out in staccato breaths as her eyes squeezed shut.







“Wrong answer,” Harry informed her as he pulled his fingers free of her. The girl’s saucer eyes popped open and she blinked at him repeatedly. Harry glared at her with one raised eyebrow.







“Oh, um, I guess…” she looked around the room in a slight daze then glanced up at Hedwig asleep on top of his perch. Luna appeared to adjust herself to the abrupt ending of feeling produced from Harry’s hand as she re-contemplated her response. “I suppose it will be alright. I’m sure I can convince him.” The blonde regarded him tentatively as she waited to see if she had passed.







“I like the sound of that better,” the smug teen suggested with a devious smile. He roughly pulled her leg open again and inserted the instruments of her pleasure once more. Luna quickly fell back into her rhythm and started to close her eyes again as her bum slid upward. Harry stopped her with his other hand to her chest.







“No, wait. Push yourself all the way back against the headboard, yeah, like that,” he pushed at her bum until she was sitting up and parallel with the wall behind his bed. He tucked a pillow underneath her backside to raise her slightly and then he kneeled up with her, his fingers never having left their haven.







“Now, keep your eyes open. Look straight at me. I want to see your face completely when you come.” Luna complied and her desire flushed her face immediately. Harry pushed her knees up and spread her open like a praying mantis awaiting vivisection from a scalpel. Having her cunt on such vivid display burned through him and he broached the sight with endless fascination. He marveled at the ways he could split her open, watching her folds separate, some thin and delicate, others fat and puffy with her arousal. Harry had never expected to be so…entertained by such a creation. The boy thought of his own genitalia and the simplicity of the design, nothing compared to the multi-layered wonder of this secret, special place.







His fingers pumped harder in her channel and his mind drifted to speculate on just how far he could penetrate her. How deep was she anyway, he pondered with some reverence. He wished that his knuckles weren’t in the way or that his prick was much longer so that he may find out. She was like a treasure box with hidden trays and he wanted to keep sliding them back until he found the very bottom. He thought again about the differences in men and women parts. With boys, it was all the bits out in the open, but with women, they were a mystery to be forever unraveled. Much like how he saw their attitudes in life, he thought with some amusement. Harry didn’t think he would ever truly understand girls. But he wanted to understand this one very much.







The raven-haired boy suddenly crooked a few fingers backwards and Luna jerked, her body shuddering in the after effect. Interesting reaction, he thought, but he needed her legs out of his way.







“Wait a tic, let’s keep these back here, shall we?” And with that, Harry pulled out of her again as he prepped her legs once more to stay flat against the headboard. Then he put her hands to the front of her shins and had her hold them tight.







“Perfect. Now, don’t move them again. I want you to hold still and feel everything I’m doing, okay? Hey, open your eyes, I said,” he admonished the girl again as the lids crept downwards in her sensory haze. They popped open immediately, bright in their exaggerated vision. Harry swept his own over her breasts, noting with satisfaction that her nipples were perfect points awaiting his suction, which he now took full advantage of greedily.







As the boy suckled and lathed and tickled with his tongue, even blowing on the buds to get those peaks as hard as silver spikes, his fingers pumped into her using various approaches. He slowed his motion while he rubbed the outside nub with his thumb, then he would pump her hard enough to bring the sounds of her fluids squishing to a dizzying chorus; he would stretch his fingers wide inside her and rub against the coated velvety muscles, he would twist his assorted appendages inside her like the way he had turned her on his cock. And every time, Luna would moan wantonly, purely in the moment and her gaze fixed on him. Harry couldn’t get enough of the power he had over her like this; the power to make her come hard, screaming his name, and he absolutely knew that he was completely and irretrievably addicted to this feeling.







He moved up close to her face all of a sudden. “Luna, kiss me,” he ordered. Luna reached for his mouth and the boy fused his lips to hers while his hand never stopped moving. When he pulled back, his fingers slipped out and he held them up to her face, noticing how soaked they were in her essence as the liquid ran down in rivulets. Without waiting to be prompted, Luna opened her mouth and sucked them in, her eyes straining to stay open as she stared at him in a kind of shock. Harry couldn’t help but appreciate the sight out loud.





“Fuuuuck yes, suck it all up,” he hissed.





God help him, but he loved talking in such dirty commands to her. In fact, the boy mused, he could spend an entire day fucking this girl’s twat with his hand while he simultaneously baited and coaxed her to climax and he would count it a perfectly blissful use of his time. Who needed Quidditch when the many splendors of snatch awaited his review?





Now when he resumed finger fucking her, he moved his head down to watch the progress much closer. His inspection was a scant few inches away from the action. Harry thought he could detect ripples and shifts in the spectacle of her sleek, throbbing glory, possibly even the very beating pulse of her buried in her folds. He would pull his fingers out slowly and suck on them, then slowly move them back in, repeating the process a few times like a bear attacking a honey jar.





He started to feel quite heady and shifted so he could bend right up to suck on the bright pink nub, all the while exploring her depths with the eager trio at the end of his hand. He was so into it, that he almost missed the fluttering in her walls, but caught it just in time as he pulled back quickly, exiting the organ before it could gush.







Luna’s groans were adamant now, and a few squeals escaped with his fingers’ departure. It was time Harry paid attention to his slobbering dick, he’d decided, getting back up on his knees as he flattened himself against the girl. He tilted her head back slightly so that they were both staring into each other’s gaze, then he slipped his hands under her bum to lift, surprised at his own strength but feeling every bit a man, and he arranged his ready prick to her entrance so he could replace the missed fingers with something more favorable for the both of them. Now, however, he was sure to slide in very slowly in small measures at a time, adding more of his length with each successive thrust, his eyes never leaving hers. The girl made to throw her legs around him, but he slapped at her haunch.





“I said hold them up, Luna. Do what I tell you.” Luna grabbed hold of them again, but her movements seemed to distress her, and she was crying out fiercely now begging for her release. “Do you want to come, Luna?” he asked her forebodingly.





The girl nodded her head vigorously, but somehow suspecting that wouldn’t be enough by the look of her strained expression. Harry had to agree.





“What do I want to hear, Luna?” his voice taking on that menacing note, again. The girl squirmed and raised her eyes as she mumbled, “make me come”, but he chose that moment to ram her against the headboard and demanded again,





“What was that? I can’t hear you.” He got his rhythm underway enough to pull one hand from under her arse and move it to her neck. He closed his fingers around that swan-like extension and had his face pressed close to hers so she couldn’t look away. The meek witch was held fast by him now in more ways than one and her eyes grew large as she intoned for him again.







“Make me come, Harry.”







He heaved against her, slamming into that sweet tunnel with as much force as his back would allow. His breath moved over her again in their ongoing exchange, escalating in volume with each punishing thrust of his cock and squeeze on her throat, sayitmakemecomesayitmake me comeSay It





“Make ME COME!” the girl screamed as Harry felt her cunt grab hold of him and her juices flow down his shaft.





He just watched her face; watched her light up like a divine spirit had brushed through her, those Luna orbs widening in surprise, and her mouth, sweet Merlin, her mouth opening into the perfect “O”. The combined effect threw him over and he grabbed onto her succulent bottom lip with his teeth and hung on as he pumped his seed into her gaping hole.





When Harry let his body roll backwards onto the bed like a mudslide, he brought the girl with him, letting her land on top of him in a heap. She molded her body over his as they sucked in great big gulps of air, their heartbeats clattering against each others. He let the galloping thud in his ears ride on as he floated back down to earth.





“Holy fuck, that was good.”







Luna merely licked at his nipples in response. Harry could only lay there and let the girl have her way with him, not that he minded terribly. It felt kind of interesting, he noted, having her tend to him with that sweet pink tongue; now she was twirling it around the tips and Harry could feel them tighten under her diligence. She was starting to get really into it, he could tell, and before long her tongue was licking downward to his stomach. The tip poked inside his navel and he jolted automatically, sitting up quickly and grabbing Luna’s head in both hands.





“Wait, Lu. Give us a minute.” Luna stopped, but looked up at him as if she might cry. Harry suddenly felt awkward and didn’t know how to spare her feelings. He got an idea.





“Um, I’m not quite ready for another go round, luv. Let’s get cleaned up, though, before breakfast. We can shower together, if you’d like.”





Luna bit her swollen bottom lip where Harry had left his mark. “I usually take baths. It’s a good place to meditate. Is there space in the shower for two of us?” she asked innocently. Harry thought her suggestion sounded better.





“Actually, I think a bath would be lovely. I can wash your hair while we’re in there and I’ll swipe some of Aunt Petunia’s bath salts.”





He was now very enthused at the prospect. He jumped up and grabbed her hands dragging her off the bed and towards the door. He pulled his bathrobe from the closet and wrapped it around her. Then he peeked out into the hallway for an all clear and proceeded to pad with her to the loo.





When they walked in, he immediately set to work, pulling back the curtain so he could plug up the drain and start the water running. He got it a nice temperature and then turned to his guest.





“I’m going to run into my aunt and uncle’s bathroom to use the loo there and pick up some stuff. I’ll be back in a minute, so do your, uh, business while I’m gone, okay?” He felt a tad silly giving her authority to pee, but he did want to give her some privacy. Luna had that dreamy look again with the faintest whisper of a smile, but nodded that she understood.





He left with a swing on the door, closing it in its jamb before running through the halls---naked---to slip into Vernon and Petunia’s plush bedroom. It was deathly quiet in there, but still he turned to check all corners to make sure his corpulent uncle wasn’t waiting to leap out at him. Their private bathroom was opened but the light was off, and Harry quickly entered and made a dash for the cupboard under the sink where he presumed his aunt would keep the frilly smelling stuff for her toillette.





He found the bath salts and what appeared to be a very luxuriant conditioner for hair judging by the packaging of the bottle. He stood up and caught himself in the mirror. He was in the buff standing here in their bedroom. The one that belonged to his dreaded aunt and uncle. Where they possibly had….sex. Ewww. Harry shivered at that, but still found the sight of himself so flagrantly disregarding house rules by parading around with his kit off hilariously funny. The rebellious boy grinned and rubbed his cock all over Vernon’s toothbrush then searched their shower stall for some sweet smelling shampoo. Then he took a wee.





Once he was back at the guest bathroom, he knocked on the door to see if Luna was done. “Yes?” he heard, and waltzed in. Luna was still sitting on the toilet.





“Whoaoooo!” Harry rapidly turned away back to facing the door as his hands waved up in front of him. “Sorry! Uh, sorry about that, I’ll just wait another minute for you,” he babbled as he turned a deep shade of crimson.







“I’m finished, Harry, it’s alright, you don’t have to go.” The girl stood up to wipe and Harry tried very hard not to see what she was doing in the mirror out of the corner of his eye. He heard her flush, but waited another second to be sure.







“You can turn around, you know. It doesn’t matter to me,” the girl explained, but still the boy felt wholly embarrassed by the act. He’d had his tongue glued to her privates a moment ago and yet the thought of her peeing made him feel like a child. He turned around sheepishly. Luna just stood in the center of the bathmat watching his reaction with some amusement.







“Er, yeah, alright, I’ve got the stuff, so how much more water do we need?” He thought it was wise to quickly change the subject. They peered in the tub and took in the water line. This is why he never took baths unless he was at the prefects station, he suddenly remembered; they took too bloody long to fill. Harry stepped back to open a cupboard door and grab a few towels for them. He took a long look at her trailing locks and grabbed the cup off the sink for rinsing.







“Did you bring your toothbrush?” he asked. “You can use mind if you need to.” He held it in his hand and extended it to her, but it felt like such a familial thing to do that it made him blush again. Luna smiled serenely yet said nothing, then walked over to him and put her hand out for it.







“Alright,” was all she said.





Harry picked up the toothpaste and squeezed some on the brush for her then watched with no small measure of fascination as she started to scrub her teeth. He had a sudden urge to brush them for her, but he left her to her own devices while he filled the water cup from the tap. When it looked like she was done, he told her to spit and then held the cup up to her lips. She took a sip, swilled it around her mouth, and then waited until Harry told her to spit again. It was the oddest thing when he realized he’d just gotten an erection. He quickly brushed his own teeth before turning to the bath again.







“Uh, hopefully it’s almost done,” he muttered and tried to pretend not to notice his bobbing prick as he made his way over to the tub for another check.





It looked almost full this time and he started to add the salts, watching the foamy bubbles spring forth along the top. Luna was delighted as she looked over his shoulder. She gave another one of those gleeful squees that only enhanced the wood-like structure of his pecker. He bent over to test the water’s temperature just to be sure, then stepped into the water and slowly made his way down to lean along the back. The boy turned to hold his hand out for the angel in front of him and she gingerly followed his lead.







Once they were both immersed into the foamy bathwater, he leaned her all the way against him until her arse was rubbing his prick. This felt nice. His hands splashed the bubbles up over her chest and then let them linger on her breasts, instinctively pulling at the tips until they were hard. The boy sighed deeply. He already wanted to have sex with her again.







“Is everything alright, Harry?” Luna tried to turn her body towards him and the water rolled up the sides. Harry watched the bottom half of her long mane drag in the water.







“Everything’s delicious, Luna, that’s the problem. I keep getting randy around you.” She showed her confusion at this statement, as if she couldn’t determine whether this was a good thing or bad. Harry wasn’t really sure, either.





“Is there something you’d like me to do for you?” she asked hopefully. Like perform oral sex on me he thought bemusedly, an image of her with Crabbe’s and Nott’s pricks in her hands suddenly making him anxious. His erection suffered a setback, which was probably for the best. He promised her he’d take her out of the house if she wrote to her father that she was staying longer, so he aimed to keep it. His face grew suddenly devilish as he got a wicked idea.







“No, Luna, but there’s something you can let me do for you,” he suggested. He grabbed her hair in a ponytail tug and pulled her all the way back, dousing her under water in one go. The girl spluttered and choked when she heaved herself back up, but laughed loudly the second she had air back in her lungs. Harry grabbed the shampoo bottle and set upon her crown of heavy, wet locks.







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The Boy-Who-Could-Cook-A-Mean-Breakfast was down in the kitchen frying up some more bangers in the skillet while he sliced some tomatoes. He laid them in amongst the sausages and made sure to coat them well in the fat as they charred up nicely. He was just getting ready to spoon his poached eggs out of the pot when Luna strolled in wearing a fresh set of clothes. Harry turned to her to ask her what she wanted to drink, but as soon as he got a good look at what she was wearing the spoon dipped in his hand and the egg rolled onto the floor with a splat.







“Bugger that,” he swore as he bent down to scrape up the remnants.







Luna tried to contain her giggle as she looked for something to help him clean it up. Fuck, he hated not being able to use his magic, he thought for the ten billionth time. The boy glanced up again at Luna’s long, beautiful legs springing out from her shorts. It was strange for him to think that she’d been in his company completely nude for most of yesterday and all of this morning, but put her in some revealing clothes and Harry was ready to cream himself again. He threw the buggered egg into the dustbin and grabbed some paper towels to wipe the yolk off the floor.







“What can I do, Harry?” the young witch offered. Harry pointed to the skillet and she ran over to check to see if the contents needed flipping. The toaster popped up with some ready-to-eat crumpets and Luna jumped in the air. Harry stood behind her to grab her shoulders in reassurance.





“It’s only a toaster, dear, the bread won’t hurt you,” he teased. Luna looked at the appliance curiously while Harry reached up for some plates.







As the teens sat down to eat, Harry swiped another look over her outfit. She was wearing a very purpley top with thin straps over the shoulders and the stretchy material cupped her breasts brilliantly. There was a sheen to it that sparkled in the light, which only succeeded in drawing more attention to her perfect tits, the boy couldn’t help but notice. Her shorts were a softer material and they hung almost like a very short skirt, very short in the style. Did he mention that he thought they were short? Her legs stuck out like the marble props of Aphrodite hanging out on a clam shell. Luna’s long wet hair dragged downward but only emphasized the birth of Venus comparison, although her bulbous-eyed visage was a slightly more hyper-real version.





Harry had decided to forgo trying to cook another egg and settled instead on spreading peanut butter on his crumpet. He then placed his fried tomato on top. Luna thought the combination was delightful. After they’d eaten, he was sure to wash all the dishes and leave the kitchen counters spotless. Luna helped him with the drying. He didn’t want to leave too many suspicious looking plates in the dishwasher and thought it best to put everything back away.





“Bugger, I wish I could use my magic. This blows,” he grumbled. Luna tried to offer her support.





“I wish I could use my magic for you, Harry, but I don’t think it would be very wise.” Harry puzzled over that.







“Uh, Luna, you’re further away from the age of majority than I am. You shouldn’t be using it, either. We’ve still both got a Trace,” he reasoned with her.







“Oh, Daddy took the Trace off my wand a long time ago.” She looked perfectly accepting of the fact. Harry was gobsmacked…again.







“What? You mean, all this time you’ve been able to use magic out of school?” his mouth hung open in his indignation. How did her dad manage to get her special privileges?







“Yes, I believe he asked first for permission because of my special case. I do all the cooking for us and most of the cleaning since Mum. He wanted to let me have some help. Dad’s not so good with the attention to domestic duty.” Now Harry felt suitably guilty for thinking such a thing.







“So, that means you can use it now and the Ministry won’t know, right? Oh crap, but I’m supposed to be the only magical person present, so they’ll just blame any usage in the area that can’t be identified to me.” He thought about that a bit more. “But, I suppose if I’m not planning on going back to Hogwarts, what can they really do to me? Like I care about a trial now,” he shrugged, wondering if it would be worth it to get Luna to use a silencing spell and an Incarcero.







“Harry, you don’t want to draw any attention to you, at this time. We should be worrying about the Ministry’s new regime, specifically the head of Aurors, Pius Thicknesse. Daddy thinks he has it out for you. You must keep your nose clean till you’re of age,” she cautioned.







“Pius Thicknesse? I’ve never even heard of him, but I imagine if he was hired by that bastard Scrimgeour, he can’t be too good.” Harry scowled at the thought of the new Minister. He hoped he never had to get involved in politics.







After the kitchen was perfection once more, the teens bounded up the stairs and Harry dragged her in the bathroom again. He took Dudley’s hairdryer out of the cabinet and then spent the next twenty minutes blow drying Luna’s thick golden curtain of locks. He swept some tendrils off her face and clipped the hair back with a few of her girlish barrettes. He figured with that body floating down the street, he’d better try to inculcate the suggestion of Luna as an innocent wherever he could. Luna thought the hairdryer was very funny.







Once he’d returned all their borrowed paraphernalia to their proper spots, he stepped into his room to grab his backpack, the cloak, and the twenty pound note and then he marched them down to the back door, the pair finally stepping out into the warm, glorious day. The boy ran round to the garage door to grab the gas can.







Stepping back up to Luna, he handed the cloak back to her. “It’s only till we get past Magnolia Road by the park. The shops start just across the school, and I can uncover you in one of the alleyways. Don’t know who’s on watch today, and I’d rather avoid any Order members if I can. We can ditch them behind the woods. We’ll get something to eat at the fish and chip place after. Oh, wait a sec.”







He ran back into the house, found his aunt’s mad money stash in the flour jar, grabbed another tenner, locked up and left out the front door, meeting Luna at the side of the house. They got Luna vanished and started on their way.







It was another scorcher of a day, and Harry was starting to wish he’d worn some shorts, too, but that only caused him more worry over all that lovely Luna skin showing again. He hoped the cloak was good for blocking out UV rays to keep Luna’s porcelain shell protected. The two made their way to the park, then to the back of the school. It wound them round the wooded backdrop and they stashed his cloak back in his sack. He took her hand and walked them over the other side of the street and into another alley. It brought them out behind the small used music store right across from the petrol station. Shortcuts were your friends, Harry advised. Luna seemed enchanted by everything.







They’d spend some time just strolling down the storefronts together, Luna marveling at the odd slogans and brightly colored signs, stopping every now and again to squee in front of something she deemed worthy. Harry found himself with a permanent pleased expression stuck on his face. He loved being around her curious excitement. They ended up at the fish and chips place but opted for ice cream in lieu of their filling breakfast. The tiny ice cream parlor sat beside the second hand cd store and when the teens exited one storefront and walked by the next, Luna stared at the fading album covers in the window with some fascination.







“Do you like music, Lu?” Harry asked with some interest. He really didn’t notice much of it, whether it was from a wizarding band or Muggle, it was always background noise to him. Luna appeared to be considering the question quite seriously.







“I think I do, Harry. It’s very soothing to the soul. I like to listen to sounds behind the notes,” she said mysteriously and the boy wondered what she meant by that.







“Do you want to go inside? I’ve got something we can play these on, if you’d like to pick something out. They’re a little bit cheaper than the new stuff,” he added, thinking he might have enough left from Aunt Petunia’s absconded cash. He tried to feel guilty about that, but couldn’t really summon any up. He knew Dudley routinely snuck into her stash whenever he ran out of money, and on the occasion when his aunt noticed the fact, she accused Harry anyway. Might as well earn it this time, he thought.







The duo went inside, they were immediately scoped out by the young, hip looking man behind the counter. Harry offered an acknowledging smile, while Luna gushed like she had with every other sales person they’d encountered.







“Hullo, how are you today?” her eyes goggled with cheer. The merchant responded by rolling his eyeballs up and down her form appreciatively before clucking his tongue.







“And a pleasant day to you, luv. What a nice bit of sunshine you’re bringing in ‘ere.” Harry narrowed his eyes at the man and scowled.







They leisurely stroll bout the small rows of bins filled to capacity with square bits of plastic sporting garish images. The boy couldn’t name one band that might be construed as popular in this culture, but he perused them with some interest, nonetheless. He picked up a bluish tinged case that featured a very pretty, pixie type of woman staring out at the camera with a beguiling expression. He thought it might be sexy to listen to and looked for a name. He made his choice then wandered over to Luna, noticing again with some aggravation that the shopkeeper was still ogling her body in a vaguely amused manner. Harry slid his arm around her waist to signify his property. There might have been a return spark from the rumblings of the Monster in his chest; he was none too bothered to notice.







Luna had picked up her selection. It featured a woman with long wavy black hair lying in between two beautiful silky grey dogs. She looked peaceful and proud. Harry could see why the blonde witch would be drawn to her. He was very curious to hear her voice. It was then that he started to pay attention to the warbling, melancholy vocal performance in the piece of music they could hear piped through the speakers as they walked back up to the counter.







“What are we listening to?” he asked, genuinely curious.







“Ah, that would be the new Radiohead. Bloody brilliant i’ is.” The information was sort of lost on the boy, but he thought he might try to remember it and look out for the disc another time. “And what have we chosen today, kids. Oooh, nice, nice,” he cooed approvingly as he winked at the fully engaged vision of Luna’s face.







“Got a bit o’ the classic with the new, eh? Can’t go wrong with the likes of Kate Bush. I used to listen to this one on the loop for ‘ours back in me salad days.” Harry rolled his eyes considering the guy couldn’t be past his twenties yet. “This Björk one just came in the other day. It’s all remixes, but quite a good showing, if you ask me,” he leaned over to whisper conspiratorially to the girl, “I can see how a pretty thing such as yourself would be drawn to these ladies.”







Harry had had enough of this git’s flirting and slammed his money down on the counter to get his attention back on to his job.





“Yeah, lovely, but we’re in a bit of a hurry, so how much for the both of them?” he demanded while his nostrils flared, feeling supremely territorial as he grabbed Luna to him tighter.





He turned his mouth to her temple to hazard a kiss and then dwindled down to her ear, adding loud enough for the man to hear but with a definite rasp, “I’ll get you back home in a jiff, alright?” He made a blatant show of stroking his hand over her shapely arse. He wanted to make it painfully clear to the lecherous prat that not only did Luna belong to him, but that he’d more than likely be shagging her senseless the minute the two were out of the unlucky sod’s sight. Somewhere in the back of Harry’s mind, he gloated.







The man merely assessed him with a smirk and then took his money. The teens walked through the door together while Luna clutched their package, the boy’s hand never leaving her bum.







After that, they quickly saw to the petrol, picking up Petunia’s requested items in the mini-mart. Harry stuffed his pack and slung it over his shoulder, grabbing the can with one hand and Luna’s with the other. They walked quietly back through the alleyway that had led them in and as they came back thru the grove, he stopped to pull out the cloak again. The teens were both pensive as they strode back through the streets. Harry had almost forgotten he was not alone when her voice tinkled out from beneath her shimmering nothingness.







“Harry, when you come back, will you be Ginny’s boyfriend again?” she asked out of nowhere. Harry stopped in mid track. He tried to brush off her earnestness with a nonchalance he did not feel.







“Oh, well, I really couldn’t say, can I? Who knows how long before things will be all right again? I don’t think she would be too keen on the idea, anyway.”







“You still care about her, don’t you? I know she’s a bit angry with you now, but that’s only because underneath her bluster, she’s worried about you. Ginny still cares for you a great deal. I can tell.” The girl’s seriousness on the matter was starting to unnerve him, and he wasn’t sure how to respond.







He swallowed heavily before replying. “Er, it’s not that I don’t care about her. I do, very much. But I can’t really think about it now, and besides,” he struggled a bit to make it plain to her, “it’s all rather complicated now, isn’t it?”







“It is?” came her guileless query.







“Well, yeah, I mean, in light of…you know, what we’ve been doing together.” The boy’s stomach was fast plummeting to his knees. He was thankful she was under the cloak so he didn’t have to see her face, but still, it was odd trying to explain his feelings while ostensibly talking to air.







“It’s not necessarily a bad thing to separate the pleasure of sex from the person giving it, Harry. I know you like all of the new things we’ve tried, but you don’t have to feel obligated to me. You might think very differently after you get back.” Her voice had gotten quieter with each statement. Harry froze again, a gurgling bubble of emotions swilling inside him. They were in the middle of Magnolia Crescent and Harry’s gaze found the alley that ran up to Wisteria Walk, the one where he and Dudley had come under attack from Dementors that long ago summer. He sought out her hand and pulled her to it.







Once they were under shade and out of sight from the neighborhood, Harry pulled off her cloak and pushed her against a brick wall.







“Listen here, Luna, I’m not separating anything,” he told her forcefully. “It’s not like I’m only interested in the sex. I’m really into having sex with you, do you understand?” It was important to him to make Luna understand something very fundamental in this equation all of a sudden.







“Look, you really, really turn me on. I don’t know where it came from and I wasn’t expecting it, but I’m very attracted to you. I still can’t explain to myself how we got involved in all of this, but it happened and I can’t turn my back on that. I’m not like that, Luna. I can’t just turn off my feelings.” Those giant orbs of hers took in everything he said with that same wistful haunting stare. Harry wanted to shake her to make her see that he was a falling man, spinning around in a void, and he needed her to hold onto.







“I care about you, too; very much. I’m a bit confused, alright? I shouldn’t be messing about with either of you, but I’m a right bastard. I need you right now, Luna, but I can’t let you be put in danger because of it. Just, let me work it out, won’t you? I haven’t even been thinking about Ginny at ALL since I got back from school. It’s just been you. Just you.” He tried to put further emphasis on his words by pulling her face up to his with his hands and kissing her deeply.







Luna wrapped her arms around his neck and let him.







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It was later in the afternoon by the time the teens were back to being wrapped in the coziness of their sanctuary. Harry had blazed through the grass on the front and back of the house as rapidly as the machine would allow. He even hedged the bushes by the door. He flew up the stairs and jumped in the shower to clean off his sweat and grime, before bounding before her freshly scrubbed and smelling of pine soap. Luna had sent Hedwig away with her plea to her father and she sat on his bed now listening to one of the shiny discs spinning in Harry’s cheap little player that Dudley had discarded the minute he found something better. Harry could hear a plaintive, high note of a woman who sounded like a robin to him in her twittering. The music was lush and moody, but whimsical and full of dazzling imagery at the same time. Luna smiled up at him.







“Harry, I love her,” the girl gushed. Harry jumped on the bed with her.







“Do you think there’s some way to make this play magically?” he wondered aloud. “I want you to have it, but I don’t know how you could play it. Electricity doesn’t do very well in the midst of a strong magical current.”







“Oh, I can figure it out,” she beamed to him.





She leaned in to kiss him with her thanks. Harry pulled her closer to him before pushing her back to lie flat on the bed. His energy was pumping through him frenetically after his yardwork and the boy was eager to get back to showing Luna how just much he enjoyed her body. His hands closed around her wrists again in another instinctive push up over her head. He swung his hard-on into the v of her shorts and then moved to slide up her top.







“Harry, will you let me please you this time?” the girl asked in a rush. She watched him carefully as he took in her meaning.





“Uh, you always please me, Luna. What did you have in mind, specifically?” His voice was knowing, but he attempted to keep up the charade while trying to figure out what is was that was disturbing him about this particular request.







The blonde gave him a seductive look, which was quite something considering the source, and then reached down to his stiff bulge, rubbing against it in tantalizing strokes. She whispered to him in that breathy, baby voice that got him on fire. “I want to taste you,” she insisted. Harry gulped.







He pulled himself back off of her and sat on his bed with this legs folded. This was getting ridiculous, he reasoned. Of course he wanted her to pleasure him in this way, why was he holding her off? His imagination once again circled around the picture of her sucking off that ferret Malfoy, the way his stupid smirk would look at the service. God, he wanted to punch that fucker’s face in.







“I’m not like them,” the boy said simply. Luna’s face crumpled into confusion.







“I don’t want you to think of me like the way you do those arseholes who think they have every right to shove their knobs in your face like you’re shining their shoes. I won’t have it.” He was quite vehement in his disavowal.







Luna only stared at him uncomprehending for a moment. Then she slowly tried to reason with him.







“Harry, you could never be like them and I would never regard you in the same way at all. It isn’t possible,” she insisted.







The boy took his turn to suss her out. Something suddenly occurred to him. “Is that what you meant by separating sex from the person? Is that what you would do, Luna, just forget who you were blowing and concentrate on what you were doing?”







Her eyes widened at that, but quickly settled back into her serene acceptance. She tilted her head as she considered it then sighed.







“Yes, I suppose. I couldn’t completely tune them out because that would be dangerous, but I could pretend I was working on somebody else,” she glanced at him purposefully.







Harry’s prick tried to add in his two cents. Maybe he could rethink this.







“We don’t have to do it the same way, you know. I don’t have to be on my knees. I could lie down on top of you or next to you and you would have total access to me. It would be a very different experience, all around,” she gently suggested.







The boy suddenly flashed on a scene of her bobbing her mouth up and down on his prick while her legs straddled his face and he sucked out her divine issue. Perhaps he could work with this after all.







“Well, okay, then. I think I would be amenable to that. If you really want to try it,” he added coyly.







Luna jumped up on his lap and squeed again. Merlin’s mercy, but those would be the death of him, he mused. The girl was pulling at his shirt and tugging upwards with quite a bit of enthusiasm, but Harry pushed her backwards and started to undress her instead. Oh, but he was happy to see those pert breasts again. Once he had her nude, he started to peel away his own clothes, while Luna tended to the music and switched cds. The first strains of the disc flowed out and it sounded very sexy and suggestive to the wizard. When the woman’s voice moaned out in fanciful hiccups and sighs, it was if she were singing from deep in the belly of a computer and the effect was quite pleasurable on the boy’s senses. As if he needed anything else to enhance his ardor.







When they were both naked on top of his sheets again, the boy took off his glasses and folded them on the side of his bed. He grabbed Luna by that graceful neck of hers and pulled her into another heated kiss. He lay his body down as he pulled her over the top of him and they made out noisily for quite a while before his cock impatiently demanded they get on with the show.







Soon, he was moving her limbs around again with his steady hand, and he turned the girl on his chest as he bade her to get on her knees and spread her legs open over his face. Oh, yes, he was going to like this very much, indeed. He pulled her apart until she was hovering right above him and he could see her better up close. While the visual might be slightly blurry, he could still tell how incredible it looked to have her opened this way before him. He had everything at his fingertips. Then, suddenly, he felt a wet mouth close over his prick and he groaned deeply.







It didn’t take very long for the lovers to work out an eager rhythm between them. Harry marveled at how deep she could take him, feeling her throat close around him, all while he plunged his tongue into her core like a machine. He could feel a very whirlpool of energy swirl through them, their actions connecting them like a never-ending circle of magic. His essential being rose up in him like a god as crackles reverberated in his head and throughout the room. The static gave them more charge and their enthusiasm couldn’t be contained. It was the purest physical sensation Harry had ever undergone. His hand reached out blindly across her back as his lips fused to her pulsing flower.





Fingers swarmed in a mass of hair, and the boy grabbed unto a husk and pulled backwards, feeling her pull up from his cock but never breaking free. She strained against his force as she suckled the head like a lolly, her guttural moans coming fast and furious now. Harry could only match them.





So completely mesmerized were the teens by each other, so muffled into each other’s existence, that neither heard a shuffle of feet from the hallway, a creak in the door as it slid open slowly, or the initial slow whistles of shock. Then finally something penetrated Harry’s blissful ride when he heard a very loud,







“Fuuuuckin’ ‘ell!! What the bloody hell is this?!”





There was a sharp pain in his head as Luna’s knee knocked against it, but he felt his own body pull every which way as he tried to move upwards in a jolt. For a few frantic seconds, the two teens were nothing more than a knot of clambering limbs, but eventually Harry was up and shielding Luna from their intruders. He grabbed his glasses quickly but already knew the source of that booming whine. The boy turned to see his cousin standing agape in shock as his cronies crowded in behind him, their eyes wide open, but some already leering.







“Dudley!! GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY ROOM!!”













*snicker* Cliffhanger! What do you think?