Girls & Boys

Streets like a jungle

So call the police

Following the herd

Down to Greece - on holiday

Love in the nineties

Is paranoid

On sunny beaches

Take your chances - looking for



Girls who are boys

Who like boys to be girls

Who do boys like theyre girls

Who do girls like theyre boys

Always should be someone you really love











Chapter One

















“Hey, Loony, why don’t you come over here and look for some Wrackspurts on my knob?”





The group of them laughed cruelly as she went to walk past. Luna had heard it all; that one was hardly an original, nor was it very clever, she thought as she mentally rolled her eyes. Ernie Macmillan slapped his friend’s outstretched hand as the two boys took another puff on their rolled cigarettes. They were huddled just inside of an alcove near the concealed door to the Room of Requirement. The ghostly girl noticed with some disapproval that Ernie and Terry Boot were hanging out with a couple of Slytherins in their smoke circle, Andrew Vaisey among them. The tall boy with the unkempt dirty blond shag was always staring at her with such intensity whenever he saw her in the halls, sometimes even following her for a floor or two. It unnerved her a little, but mostly she just wondered if he had a fat cock. It would get her a little moist between her legs to think of bouncing up and down on his prick when she could feel his eyes burning holes through her back.





She sighed as she regarded the quartet in front of her. At least Ernie bothered to get the name right. “The Wrackspurts like to buzz about your ear, Ernie, so they can upset your thinking by burrowing in and making your brain fuzzy. You might have come across them a few times, come to think of it,” she added in a deadpan.





“I know what I’d like to “come” across,” Vaisey spoke up with a devilish leer. “Right over your tits, luv.” Ernie and Terry and the other boy cracked up at the suggestive line, but Andrew’s gaze never left her unruffled features. His face grew speculative as he ogled her and Luna felt a tingle in her cunt. “Heard you give a good blow, Lovegood; not too shabby, Corner said. You should let us decide how well your skills are “coming” along, though. Right proper little test we’ll give you. See if you can achieve an O.W.L. in knob noshing.”





At that, the rest of the group oooohed like a sad impression of Peeves on All Hallow’s Eve. It was true that she had let Michael Corner talk her into giving him fellatio a few months back; the momentous occasion taking place in a broom closet on the third floor, but it hadn’t been that interesting. Rather, the boy hadn’t been that interesting, although his prick certainly was and attending to it was quite the challenge. She hadn’t necessarily felt the need to go back looking for him again, but had settled instead on giving her virginity to one of the older boys in her house, Roger Davies, several weeks later when he had cajoled her into spreading her legs for him with the promise of getting the other students in her dorm to stop stealing her things. He had lied about that, of course. Looking at these four, she willed her bits to stop their fluttering and reminded herself that they were all liars. Luna had stopped in her tracks earlier to observe them, but now she thought that perhaps she needed to move along and started to walk away. The boys called her back pleadingly in a loud chorus, however, and she was curious in spite of herself.





“Awww, come on, Lovegood, we’ll be nice! Let’s just have a chat, yeah? We want to hear more about your talents, lass.” Ernie enthused. When she looked back at them, he was affecting a puppy-eyed visage of woe at the notion of her departure, but that smirk couldn’t be wiped from his face.





“Yeah, we’ll give you a fag and you can spend some of your Saturday getting to know us blokes, Loony. We’re not so bad, you know. We’ll show you just how good we can be, aye?” It was the boy she didn’t know chatting to her; she recalled seeing him on the practice field for Slytherin’s Quidditch team this year but had forgotten his name.





“Urquhart, don’t be offering my cigs, mate. I just rolled these, motherfucker. You can share yours.” Macmillan cleared that up for her. It was Samuel Urquhart; she suddenly remembered his name from her Sorting. Even though they had no classes today, the dark skinned boy had worn his Slytherin green and silver tie with the same colored cardigan over his jeans giving him a very preppy look, his springy hair trimmed back extremely short and tidy. His dark brown irises rolled around in the whites as he appraised her body.





Luna had been on her way down for lunch, but was suddenly seized by the image of a much darker meal with her kneeling down before them and giving each a demonstration of her growing appreciation of the male member while they fed her with their sperm. She had given Davies a suck, too, and had found it a bit easier the second time around, kind of relaxing. She wondered how good she could get at it, especially with these dunces, her inner voice besmirched derisively. Boot and Macmillan might get good grades, but they were boorish and unimaginative, she thought. Perhaps she had not given them a chance to show their creative sides, yet. They could be manipulated quite easily if she wanted them. The idea gave her a strong, pulsing feeling running through her to think of gaining back some power over the students who regularly taunted her by doling out her sexual favors.





She gave them one of her wistful smiles and strode over to the wall they leaned up against in a glide of rustling fabric. Her skirt was flouncy under her tee-shirt that featured a pressed on graphic of her dad’s biggest selling issue: Harry Potter’s bespectacled and beleaguered face stared out from her chest, the fat, blue letters of the Quibbler name above him. She gestured with her hand to the black boy and he passed her his rolled tobacco. It was quite strong and the burn in her throat made her choke a little, but she did so delicately before handing it back to him. Andrew was suddenly pressed up close behind her back and put his hand to her hip as he spoke low toward her ear.





“Why don’t you show us more about your weird little creatures inside the Room of Requirement, girl?,” he muttered to her. She turned to look at him with surprise that he knew about the Room then swiveled her head to Ernie and Terry, both D.A. members, accusingly.





Terry finally spoke up. “What? I didn’t tell him, it was genius here. Not our fault that the Slytherins get the best weed and we have to smuggle our ganja suppliers in there when we need some spliffs,” he shared as if that were common knowledge. Luna couldn’t help but be a bit disapproving that they were using the room to share drugs; it seemed like such a betrayal to Dumbledore’s Army.





“Doesn’t matter,” Vaisey offered, “knew about it already. You think us Slytherins hadn’t figured out how to get inside before that Umbridge bitch went after you?”





Both Ernie and Terry disregarded him, however, and fixated on her instead. Ernie was just about to speak again when a huffing Colin Creevey came running up to their little group and held out a shuffle of photos to the older Hufflepuff as he glanced around, his eyes roving wildly over Luna once he noticed her presence.





“Here you go, Ernie, just got them developed,” Colin gasped to the boy as he bent over to take in some air. He must have run all the way up the moving staircases, Luna mused.





“Cor! These are bloody brilliant, Colin, good work! Look at this one,” he remarked to the other boys as they gathered around the pictures. Luna felt a bit silly to be standing there all of a sudden and imagined she had better things to be doing. Then she noticed what the photos consisted of, the obvious shock of flesh leaping from the glossies. When she bent her head close to the others to peer in, she could see a nude Katie Bell standing in the shower with a dreamy look across her features as her hands slid over the top of her pubis. The pictures were magical, so her mouth could be seen opening and closing as if in a moan. The boys whistled and praised appreciatively.





“Fuckin’ ‘ell, I knew it, knew she’d have melons like that. Merlin, those tits are fucking luscious. What I wouldn’t give to spend a day sucking on them,” Terry sighed. “You’re a sneaky, depraved little bugger, Creevey. Mad props to you.”





“Fat chance on that, Boot, she keeps her twat under lock and key, believe me, Vaisey tried,” Urquhart informed them about Katie. Then the group of them turned to stare at Luna and she felt that tingling again, her nipples going rock hard.





Colin was shorter than she was, and consequently his gaping never left her chest, but Luna spoke up with a decidedly brave air even with all of their attention directed towards her making her a bit nervous.





“Would you really spend that much time with your mouth on her breasts? It would seem there are other parts about her that might need tending.” It would only seem logical, thought the girl.





“Ah, yeah, I can do quite a bit of tending, matter of fact. Why don’t you let us show you, Loony?” Terry whispered. Luna contemplated what it might be like to feel all of their hands on her body, so recently stoked up with the introduction of sex. As much as she masturbated under the heavy curtains of her bed, it wasn’t always as intense as she craved. Maybe they could show her something new, she imagined.





“Well, I suppose it would be alright.” Their eyes all gleamed to hear her assent and there was a general murmur around them, even from Colin who seemed to get almost immediately what was going on. “But….can you not call me Loony, please? Otherwise, I don’t think I shall be up to it,” she insisted. No need to be belittled while she gave it a whirl. There was a consensus of agreement from the gang and she let a small smile touch her lips.





Ernie suddenly backslapped Colin on the shoulder, his eyes still on Luna, while he directed the boy out of the corner of his mouth. “Go find Corner, Creevey. Tell him to meet us in the Room of Requirement; we got a surprise for him.” Colin looked back at the older lad with longing at first, as if he didn’t want to leave, but then Ernie gave him an expectant glare and the boy ran off. Ernie switched his gaze back to Luna again with a snaky smile plastered to his face and his voice turning unctuous.





“Now, little girl, let’s go have some fun.”





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The feel of their hands on her was in reality quite overwhelming to her senses at this point, but Luna tried to keep her head straight while she closed her mouth back over Terry’s knob. They had gotten her down to her knickers by now and Andrew was pinching and rubbing her breasts like mad, continually moaning over them and commenting how he hadn’t been expecting such great tits under her robes and uniform. Samuel was attempting some frottage with her thigh and Ernie was trying to get her to take his prick in her mouth, as well, coming off just a bit too aggressive for her tastes, constantly ramming the wet glans against her cheek as he pulled back his foreskin.





Then Luna had slowly become aware of the fact that Michael and Colin were suddenly in the configured room, too, and wanting to take their own little piece of her. It was starting to get claustrophobic and the girl felt she needed to step back and set some ground rules.





“Could you not rip my hair out of my head, please?” she asked with some annoyance. Their responses were not exactly what she’d been hoping for, however.





“Fucking slag, don’t get an attitude with me, yeah?” Ernie hissed into her ear as he pulled her head back with a tug to her strand of platinum locks. Then she could feel a few of the boys pull her backwards by her shoulders and lay her on the bed the room had created for them while someone ripped down her panties.





“Holy shite! Mates, look at this!” little Colin cried out enthusiastically having been the one who was currently tearing away the silky material. The faces peered down at her bits and oohed and ahhed at her bare skin.





“Bloody hell, never thought I’d see that around here. What the fuck, I’ve only ever seen a shaved snatch in the magazines,” Terry added with a bit of awe.





“Knew you were a slag, the nutters always are.” Then Andrew was ramming three fingers inside of her and Luna felt the last of her hold over the group loosen. She was getting anxious now; things were not quite what she had expected; then she figured that it wasn’t really about the boys but about their knobs, so she concentrated instead on that part of the scene.





Michael had been excited like an overeager first year when he saw what was going on after being dragged in by Colin, and he smirked at Luna as if he had known she would be back to wanting some more knob in her face all along. She hated that smug visage and wanted to punch him in the nose, but went back to holding on to Terry’s and Ernie’s cocks while she alternately sucked on each head. Luna was on her knees by this time and Andrew was spreading her thighs while he got up close behind her. His breathing was heavy with his anticipation and it kind of thrilled her to know that he had been obviously fantasizing about her for a while. It sounded like Urquhart was commenting on the visual with some suggestions.





“Yeah, look at her juicy pussy, fucking bitch wants it. Cor, I can hardly wait for a bit of that fluff. Hurry up and fuck her, Vaisey, you prat, what are you bloody waiting for? Get in there and do her good, so I can ream her arse out next.”





“Why wait?” Colin suddenly piped up as he snapped a picture with his camera. Luna quickly glared at the boy as she forgot about her handful of cock for the moment.





“No pictures. I’m not having you show those around,” she demanded, but the idea of what he was suggesting making her very intrigued and aroused.





When she felt Andrew ramming his prick into her oozing hole a second later, the moan it elicited from her was sharp and obvious; she did like the way she was posed and the fucking was only making her want to suck those dicks harder. The boys on both ends of her were quite excited in their chattering as they hurled slurs at her and suggestions to each other. She felt like she was simply a prop for them to move around and use; they had no desire to get to know her at all. Luna decided that two could play at that game, these boys were stupid and worthless and only as good as they could make her body feel.





Michael was sliding under her and biting her tits as she bent over while Colin slid his smaller cock in and out of a clump of her hair. When she closed her eyes and only concentrated on the nerves humming under her skin, her mind was filled with different pictures, different boys other than the ones who were here in this room with her, and in this picture her body was shining and brilliant under their watchful, reverent gazes. More than a few of the boys in her imagination had green eyes and black, unruly hair. She could see how these daydream Harrys would murmur her name in breathless wonder as they stroked her into a higher state of sexual energy. Her moans were coming fast and freely now and it was like pulling a bottle away from a sleeping baby when the cock in her mouth suddenly left its orifice. She opened her eyes in her daze, but Andrew was pulling her backwards, setting her to sit on his prick while the other teens argued to move her around like they were fighting over a toy.





“You want to get under her, Vaisey….”



“Get her legs further out; I want to see the cream in her cunt….”



“Come on, let’s not fuck about, gents, I need to get my todger in that arsehole now, for fuck sake.”



“Stop being a greedy cunt, Macmillan, and get your punter out of my face, I’m trying to move her, alright?”





They kept up their dialogue while she let them bend her to what they wanted; finally feeling her form settled on Andrew’s lap while facing him. He positioned her back over his pointing prick and slid her down but then her bum was being split apart by someone behind her. This was new, she determined, and wondered what they could possibly find arousing about penetrating that tight little hole back there. Hopefully, it would not be painful. But it looked like Corner had won out and was doing something to make her backside suddenly feel a bit cold and slippery. When she felt the intrusion pressing up against the ring of muscle a beat later, she expelled her breath and waited to see what would happen. Oh….well, that was interesting.





Yet once again, everybody wanted their own needs taken care of, and it took Luna several minutes to get her bearings as she felt the incredible surge of power run through her twat and arse as the two boys started pumping in and out of her holes leaning her back to all fours. Her mouth was open as she groaned in appreciation and it was very soon after filled with cock. Her eyes closed as the steady stream of sensations washed over her, the girl went into her sucking mode, oblivious to who it belonged to and not really caring either way. The pictures in her head provided her with the most satisfaction as she imagined more clearly doubles of Ronald and triples of Harry pinching and fucking her, and now it felt like someone was shooting something, probably semen she guessed, on to the side of her face.





“Creevey, you ponce! Knew you couldn’t have shagged those two birds like you claimed. You’re a lightweight.”





But then Colin was pulling her hair again and biting her neck, oddly. The girl went into the spasm it gave her, however, and felt her first orgasm coming up as they pounded her viciously; even the cock--her gauzy view suggesting it was Samuel’s by the color--was relentless in its thrusting so her throat had all but given up its gag reflex and left itself open to the penetration. Instead of a see-sawing motion from the boys working together, the propulsion from each end of knobs was meeting somewhere in her middle as if they were slamming their cocks to graze each other and she was merely their friendly vessel with which for it to occur. The idea of the collision made her purr, however, and that simmering in her loins turned to bubbling and then a pouring over like a potion gone wrong in a cauldron. There was a whine coming from the space around her lips stuck fast to Samuel’s rigidity and Luna’s head filled with bees then shot into a white blankness with no sound whatsoever.





Of course, while she might have been done, there was still plenty more satisfaction to be attained. Urquhart came in her gullet none too soon before the two boys currently in her apex of thighs were fighting to fuck the stuffing out of the rapidly waning witch. It was like a contest between them and Luna couldn’t help but squeal as she felt the cum dribbling out of her making lewd squishing sounds while her thrumming bits started to crank back up. When all of a sudden Luna was angled back onto Michael behind her so that they both toppled to the bed, she felt Andrew pull out of her then Ernie holding one of her legs up as Colin and Samuel grabbed the other and stretched. The four of them watched, their sight fixed to her cunt while the Slytherin began to cum all over her it even while she was still faintly bobbing on Michael’s prick, her arse feeling huge and throbbing now. Her eyes were wide open as she watched the stream of white spunk rain down onto her abdomen and gushing flower. Her gaze slid back up to the boys’ faces, bugging eyes and mouths open to see it, and there was a faint bemusement inside her to think that they found it so fascinating.





However, Michael wanted to come, too, and he wrenched her free from their grip so he could turn to lay her on her belly as he flounced on top of her back. He grabbed hold tight to her hair and dragged her head backwards while he pressed one hand to her spine and pinned her down then proceeded to lay into her loosening pucker; the muscles in her back and legs like taut wires from the impact. The others goaded him on to completion and it was with some relief that he finally shouted his release as he gave one last mighty thrust. She had been expecting him to pull out and cum on her too, so was surprised when he refrained, leaving his deposit in her rectum.





“Yeah, you little cumbucket, take my man muck, you love it, don’t you?” the boy hissed to her.





“Sure,” Luna breathed with an airy sigh. Whatever they deigned to call her held no meaning for her by this point, but at least it was better than them calling her crazy.





When Ernie stepped up to the center, she hoped he would give her a second before he split her on his giant, purpling, and weeping knob, but he surprised her, too, by lifting her up to move to Colin’s lap; the ingratiating boy sitting on the bed enjoying the show with his hand clasped firmly to his pecker. His blue eyes grew big as Ernie brought the girl over and told him to get ready for a lesson. The rest of the boys gathered in a circle around them as she was quickly fixed onto Colin’s ready shaft so that she was soon bouncing with an intent audience offering aid by stroking her skin and sliding fingers in and around her arsehole. She fell into the trance again as she let the shocks of his pounding reverberate through her core and was quite incoherent before suddenly feeling a surprise twist.





“Levicorpus!” Ernie had shouted once Colin had informed the boys he was about to come. Luna’s body shot upwards off the warm prick and flipped around so she was hanging upside down in the air before them. Ernie then guided her mouth over Colin again and almost immediately, just as she was discerning that the taste of her pussy was all over him, he was shooting his release right into her gob. The assembled group of enthusiasts clapped for him, as if cheering a good Quidditch play. Luna was righted again but had barely any time to recover before she was being floated over to the boy sitting next to Creevey, which turned out to be Terry Boot.





“You’re turn next; Boot,” Ernie proclaimed, as if he were ringleader of this little circus. “Let’s get you back to what you do best, luv,” he cooed to her as he pulled her legs apart again and sat her down hard on Terry’s pink and ordinary prick. Terry requested that he get some assistance and have her legs splayed like that while he fucked her, and soon the other boys were holding her into the V, her legs tight and feeling superfluous while Terry grabbed hold of her waist and worked her up and down like she was as light as a rag doll. The sensation of being displayed like this added much to the penetration and Luna felt that tingling in her bits growing more intense again. Unfortunately, Terry was ready before she was and she felt that familiar swoop as she was hung suspended over his weeping meat again her mouth positioned and duly filled. Once again, she was barely given any time to swallow before she was set astride Samuel’s eager and bobbing knob, the boy’s thickness filling her arse this time as he turned her outwards to face her appraising crowd. He held her by cupping her tits which Luna liked very much, and it was with some amusement in herself that she came hard while he fucked her as the boys offered their approval of her performance.





“Yeah, the odd birds are always the loudest moaners, aren’t they? Listen to her chirp like a nympho. This bit of skirt needs cock like Snape needs a bath.”





Ernie’s ongoing commentary provided the most laughs for the boys as they watched her face light up with her orgasm. When she was yanked off her partner again with the nasty spell, she didn’t think it was so amusing this time that her mouth was expected to suck the seed from the cock that had just been rogering her rectum senseless. It was quite a musky taste as she spluttered to get down more cum, already the second load from this boy. Her belly was starting to feel full with it already. As she was moved to the next candidate, she sort of assumed that she would eventually be passed all the way around till everyone had their share. In a strange way, she supposed it was a bonding thing with these boys and she was merely the facilitator. She thought of Ernie’s manipulations with some admiration this time, as he had managed to stop the fighting and pulling and turned it into a more amiable situation with everyone growing more supportive of each other. Luna continued to watch the aggressive Hufflepuff as she was moved to Andrew’s long and intimidating cock again, her insides starting to feel the exercise as her endurance wore down. He pummeled her as expected, but instead of flipping her, he filled her cunt voluminously while he snogged her senseless and Luna swooned in spite of herself; his seed soon dribbling down her legs.





By the time she was done with them all so that Ernie was the last man standing, he looked a bit crazed in his eyes as he dragged her to the center of the bed and laid her down. He coaxed Colin to get over her face and instructed him to fuck her mouth hard. She could feel other fingers sliding in to keep it stretched as Colin pointed his prick downwards and started to bounce into her throat. Luna was relaxed or weary enough, she wasn’t sure which, to let her throat simply open up to the abuse as she breathed hard through her nose, suddenly choking at one point as she felt Ernie slam into her with the force of a booming cannon. The boy was a hard nut, she discovered, and he was a storm inside her now stretched tunnel as he proceeded to fuck the very air out of her. Her last coherent thought was another moment of admiration for him, the way he had commandeered the entire event, and she couldn’t help feeling somewhat inspired and impressed. She wished that she could wield that kind of power.





When they finally let her go, the girl was entirely shagged six ways to Sunday, she imagined. The boys had calmed down enough to even clap her on the back and praise her with some manner of genuine affection. Luna smiled back at them in her knowing, dreamy way and skipped off in search of some lone space in which she could ruminate over what she had just done with them. She had a lot to think about.







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And so it was that Loony Lovegood found herself visiting various permutations of the original group over the next few weeks. One night it was sneaking into Boot’s dorm as he and Michael tag teamed her in his bed under several silencing spells. She had managed to get them to work with her this time and it was an empowering thing to see Michael dip down between her legs and lick her bits until she sang. The girl had enjoyed that quite a lot. When Ernie found her sitting outside by the lake a few days later, she had let him take her forcefully again, marveling at the velocity of his angry prick as he whispered harsh demands in her ear all the while. He was quite a bellicose with her at times, and she tried to maintain a level of calm in their interludes with her passivity, but it was frustrating as she would have rather been dictating the action herself, she soon realized.





She tried this new attitude on for size when she encountered Vaisey a few weeks later. Luna had already gotten the distinct impression that the blond Slytherin was slightly smitten with her—or at least semi-obsessed—as he had continued to follow her around; the two having had several trysts in and around the school since the gangbang in the Room of Requirement. He had brought Theodore Nott with him this time, a boy whom she loathed as his taunts had been unnecessarily vicious towards her, but she decided to let the contempt work for her as she suggested to Andrew that if he wanted her to do them both they had to listen to a few rules of engagement. When she had suggested that Theodore lick her arsehole while she blew Vaisey, he had balked, but eventually relented and that had been quite pleasurable as well as satisfying to have the worm under her thumb.





They had been using an out of the way classroom a half hour before curfew was to start, so time was of the essence and Luna felt she had the upperhand. Tucked away on the first floor, the room spacious enough for them to spread out on the floor and engage in several variations of poses, Luna was well into what she was doing at the moment, her legs wrapped around Andrew’s waist as he fucked her with his insatiable cock while on his knees, her body slanting downwards as her head lay to the ground while Nott slid in and out of her mouth eagerly. It was a slow comprehension into her senses when she heard some choked outrage and spluttering from her left signifying that they had another visitor in the room.





“What the fuck?! Get the BLOODY hell off of her!!!”





The trio froze and Luna heard a plopping sound as Nott retrieved his prick from her gob. When she turned her head, already suspecting the identity of the voice ringing indignant through the room, she gulped down audibly as the Boy-Who-Lived stood staring at their obscene little act with his emerald eyes turning dark and scary even through glasses. His fists were at his sides like stanchions and his body was coiled and glowering as if he were ready to leap on them any minute. The two boys scattered away from her and her legs fell to the floor with a loud slap. She quickly sat up and pulled her skirt down from around her hips while reaching for her blouse and bra behind her. Harry remained livid as he stepped a few feet closer, threatening the two men all the while.





“I said get away from her! Do it now, Vaisey! Nott! I’m going to beat the shit out of you both if you don’t move your arses!” he railed.





This seemed to finally perk up her suitors and they turned angry once their pants had been pulled up. “Fuck off, Potter! You don’t know what the fuck you’re on about! The slag was loving it; she doesn’t need your protection, fucking git!” Andrew snarled back while Theo grunted.





“Don’t talk about Luna like that; she’s a good girl.” Harry looked at her now and his face softened as he held a hand out to her chivalrously. “Luna, you okay? Do I need to take you to Madam Pomfrey?”





Luna looked up at his beautiful face and realized that he thought she was being coerced into this. His first reaction hadn’t been of disgust or prurient rousing, but to protect her and remain loyal. She started to think that she just might be in love with the wizard. She was still semi-dressed but took hold of his hand with a blank expression still on her stunned face and let him pull her into his side embrace while he whipped his wand out to wield against her “attackers”. After another few moments of testosterone fueled piss-marking, the two Slytherins finally slunk out of the classroom, their eyes like coals as they gritted their teeth at Harry. Andrew gave her a last look of longing before he headed out of the exit.





When they were alone, Harry was tender with her as he rubbed her back and again tried to glean how he could help her situation. He looked confused by her involvement, but Luna ascertained that he didn’t seem to think she had been raped by the boys. Perhaps he thought she was too daft to say no to them and had been duped into it. Perhaps she had, the girl wondered. But she didn’t want Harry to think of her as weak and so she sighed aloud as she debated what to tell him.





“I’m alright, Harry, it wasn’t that hot, anyway,” she confessed. Harry stared at her suspiciously as he hesitantly tried to understand her meaning.





“You mean; you were expecting it to be? Did you want those two maggots to be doing those things to you?” His voice rose up on that last part in some surprise, but Luna gave him a wicked smile and watched his eyes grow huge all of a sudden behind those trademark sexy specs.





“Actually, what I wanted was for it to be someone else doing those things but those two were all that happened to be available.” She got up close to his face and breathed on his lips, feeling a twitch in the boys pants pressed against her thigh with a gleeful satisfaction.





“Uhhhhhhh….,” came Harry’s reply.





“But now that you’re here, maybe I can suck on your knob instead? I would really, really like that, Harry Potter,” she moaned to him as her lips grazed his.





She could feel his breath in great gusts while his body trembled a little, and the thrill of being able to do that to the fucking CHOSEN ONE was enormous. She could barely contain herself as her hand just lightly trailed across his tee-shirt covered belly, then slipped down under the material to tickle his furry, lovely warm skin right over his jeans. When Harry gasped, she pressed her open mouth to his, instantly sliding her tongue inside. He kissed her back and let his own tongue curl around with hers like two wet seals frolicking on the beach. As soon as she bit down on his bottom lip and heard him groan like he’d just cum in his pants, she knew she had him.





“Uh, okay,” Harry agreed. A moment later after she’d slammed his back against the chalkboard and fell to her knees to open his pants, she was happy to discover that he was still hard and ready for her. Then her mouth was on his lovely, glistening, gorgeous cock and she felt at last that heat that was supposed to come with the sex. She felt….desire. Luna wanted Harry all for herself, she admitted in her head. She would have him.







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So it was that a week later, every student in Hogwarts was all a twitter with the news of the golden boy and his latest girlfriend. When she and Harry walked through the halls between classes with his arm casually slung about her shoulder, it was as if the crowds would part for royalty as they all stared in amazement at the couple. Certainly, they were the oddest pairing in Hogwarts history amongst the schoolchildren, barring half-giants and house-elves and ghosts. No one ever said a disparaging word to the girl anymore now that she was Harry’s amour. Girls looked at her with hate in their eyes still, as their jealousy shone there, but it mattered little to the dreamy girl, as they could barely voice their rage at her coveted place by his side. She knew what they were thinking, but when she had Harry’s prick to console her, it only made her gloat over them. Her wisp of a smile would grow to an evil grin as she stared back at their pathetic faces.





When Ernie or Andrew would come sniffing around, she would coolly explain to them that she was in a relationship and that Harry provided her with enough cock, thank you. She made sure to emphasize his many talents, informing them of his hefty tackle, his oral skills, and his desire to please her, all things that they were lacking (well, except for the cock part since all three boys were fairly well-endowed). Ernie narrowed his eyes at her and let Potter’s name smear across his lips like uttering an Unforgivable, while Andrew grew brooding and furtive as he watched them both saunter by in the hallways. She would have to be careful around them, she realized, as she squeezed her arm tighter around her special and eager lover.





For she had told them the truth; Harry was a godsend. He did anything in bed that she asked, and it was fortunate for the both of them that Luna had quite the imagination. He had taken to licking out her cunt like a newborn foal taking its mother’s teet and she employed his enthusiasm for the act at all hours of the day, sometimes pulling him into a loo or a cupboard before Potions or during dinner to push him furiously to his knees so she could pull up her robe and skirt and settle on to his face, snatching away his glasses as he immediately got to the business of attending her. Luna never even bothered to wear knickers anymore since her desire for him was so rampant that she wanted to be ready when the opportunity arose to use his mouth. Other times, she’d let him fuck her against a wall as she clung tight to his neck, his zeal so vocal as he moaned and whined in her ear. Gods, she loved the sounds the boy made, his earnestness so obvious and boundless. She wanted to contain it somehow so that she could bend him and twist him under her, to hear his breathy praise and begging. He gave her filthy mind a rogering like she couldn’t believe. Sex was on it all the time now: how often could she have Harry in a given day, how aroused could she get him, how hard would he fuck her, and how much could they get away with? Thinking up new acts for them to play out was a full time job.





Luna felt a slow shifting in her attitude. It was time to push the boy a little farther.









This was in response to a challenge from JoeHundredaire after he'd been reading my Mad Snorkacks and Englishmen