To Deter a Verkstrout

To Deter a Verkstrout

It was three in the morning and Harry couldn’t sleep. For the first night in weeks he had managed to clear his mind of his current woes, but the snoring of his four dorm mates was denying him any rest. Not being particularly tired anyway, he decided to dig out his invisibility cloak and go roam the halls and corridors of Hogwarts. It wasn’t a particularly warm night, so he pulled on the uniform that lay crumpled at the foot of his bed, then grabbed his cloak and headed out of the room. Given the impulsive nature of his decision, he was already at the portrait hole exit from Gryffindor tower when he realised that he had forgotten the Marauders Map, but seeing as he was invisible and had no particular goal in mind, he figured he would be fine without it.

Half an hour later Harry found himself wandering down one of the fifth floor corridors, looking out of the windows as he passed at the mist covered lake below. It was while doing this, not really watching where he was going, that he unexpectedly collided with someone walking very quickly, and just as quietly, in the other direction.

Recovering swiftly from the shock, Harry looked round expecting to find himself face to face with a patrolling teacher. Instead, however, he found himself looking at the moonlit and slightly bemused face of Luna Lovegood. ‘Is someone there?’ she asked, more out of curiosity than fear. She was standing there barefoot wearing a bottle green and pink dressing gown. It took Harry a moment to remember that he was still wearing the invisibility cloak, but composed himself and answered her. ‘It’s only me.’ he replied, removing the cloak.
‘Oh, Harry, I didn’t you could disappear.’ she commented, with her familiar, wistful tone.
‘I can’t’ Harry held up his cloak so that she could see, saying ‘cloak’ as he did so, only after realising how simple he must have seemed, just holding things up and naming them. Luna didn’t seem to notice though, she just smiled and said ‘It’s very shiny.’
‘I suppose it is.’ He responded, already finding himself slightly lost in the conversation, Luna had a way of confusing people with even the most innocuous of statements. ‘It’s very lucky I ran into you,’ she told him, ‘I need your help with something.’

Of course Harry naturally agreed to help, although as Luna led him down the corridor, he found himself becoming unusually nervous, wishing now that he’d asked her exactly what she needed his help with before hand. He felt that now was the next best time to ask, before they reached their destination, whatever that may be. ‘Luna?’ he enquired, ‘What is it exactly that you need my help with?’ Her answer was simple, if completely baffling. ‘Verkstrouts,’ she told him, ‘they’re all over the school apparently.’ Harry had a strong suspicion that he may regret asking his next question, but he did anyway. ‘And what is a … Verkstrout?’ he asked.
‘It’s a little yellow creature that looks like a beetle,’ she informed him, ‘they seek out girls with light coloured hair and shrink their feet.’
‘And you need me to help you catch them?’ Harry asked.
‘Oh no Harry,’ she giggled slightly ‘you can’t catch a Verkstrout, that would be a bit silly.’ Harry decided it was best not to press the issue, and to just go along with her anyway.

A couple of minutes passed before Luna finally stopped in front of a tapestry. ‘This should just about do.’ she said, more to herself than to Harry. She pulled it aside to reveal a small alcove just about big enough for four people to comfortably sit in. ‘In here!’ she said brightly, and Harry complied. She followed him in, casting a lumos spell and a silencing charm on the small room. ‘Now we can start.’ she told him, before swiftly shrugging out of her dressing gown to reveal that that had been all that she was wearing.

Harry was completely dumbstruck as he found himself standing frozen in shock in a small room with the rather beautiful and now very naked Luna Lovegood. ‘Wha..? huh..?’ was about all he managed to say. ‘It’s very important for the anti-Verkstrout ritual,’ she told him lightly, ‘you have to take a good look at me to be properly hard and ready.’ In his stunned state, Harry couldn’t help but acquiesce. He took in her whole incredible form. Luna was a petite girl, with creamy, pale skin contrasted by surprisingly large, rosy nipples that crested the peaks of her small but very perky breasts. The sight of them made Harry’s mouth water, and he was already well on his way to a full erection in his now uncomfortably tight black trousers as his eyes drifted lower to the light, thin patch of curls just between her milky, smooth thighs. ‘That should be long enough.’ she stated, and without further warning, sank to her knees in front of Harry.

Harry’s addled brain was only just starting to regain some clarity when Luna deftly unfastened his trousers and reached in with a delicate hand, pulling free his now rock hard penis. ‘This should do nicely,’ she mused to herself, gently stoking him as she did. Any thoughts Harry may have been harbouring of stopping this from going further faded as she lightly wanked his solid member, and disappeared completely when she leaned forward and took the head into her warm, inviting mouth.

At first she just softly sucked on the tip, but gradually began to bob her head back and forth, slowly increasing the suction all the while taking in more and more of Harry’s length. When the head of his cock first passed into Luna’s throat, he automatically began to weave his fingers into her silky hair, carefully but firmly holding her head as he began to slowly thrust, looking deep into her gleaming, crystal blue eyes as he began to gently face-fuck the willing young Ravenclaw. Just as his last inch vanished between her lips, with his shaft deep in her throat, Luna began to hum a soft, wistful tune. The vibrations were Harry’s undoing, and before he could withdraw, he began to shoot his load explosively into the back of the gorgeous young blonde’s mouth.

Harry immediately tried to pull out, apologizing profusely, but Luna held fast, her eyes twinkling in the magical light as she swallowed down the last few spurts of his orgasm. She gave his now slightly flagging rod a last suckle, before releasing him and licking his tip. Harry was by this point leaning spent against the wall as Luna bounced to her feet, smiling broadly. ‘Thank you Harry.’ She said happily, before giving him a quick peck on the cheek. ‘You’re welcome?’ Harry replied, totally puzzled by the whole incident, ‘But why?’ he asked shortly. ‘To give me protection from the Verkstrouts, a Hufflepuff boy I like to talk to told me that the only way to protect yourself from a Verkstrout’s foot shrinking powers was to drink the sperm of a male friend ‘straight from the source.’’ she informed him, ‘Although he seemed rather put out when I thanked him and told him I would go and find you as soon as possible…’
‘I can only wonder why.’ Harry said dryly, silently thanking the mysterious Hufflepuff boy for his misguided plan.