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Voldemort Is Harry 6: Early Christmas Delights
🕑 Added 2023-12-12 20:31:28 +0000 UTCThere was some confusion, but no matter what, Harry felt a lot of satisfaction. Pansy Parkinson was a mean girl who had a nasty tongue. Now, her tongue was sullied by something else: him. Pinning her down, spreading her, and slapping her ivory pale rear seemingly gave her just the manners she needed.
All he had to do in return was teach her a few potions. But he was sure it was nothing but a ruse now, as each time they planned a class, it'd end up with her wild screams, squelching sounds, and eventual culmination of her tired body, creamed and dripping with his virile seeds.
Confused and scared at the start, he came to a slow realization that this was a boon, as he not only had a spy against Malfoy but also knowledge of Voldemort, which really helped him with all sorts of magic in every single subject. To the point that even Hermione had begun to feel jealous.
But no matter what, their friendship was stronger than ever. The willingness she always showed to help him was more than welcomed. He knew it was all because of Voldemort's wickedness, but this was the one girl he didn't hate to be intimate with. Sharing such closeness with her simply felt… normal.
This won't do. I can't just sit around and be satisfied with all the attention from the girls. Voldemort might be able to do something more than just influence my emotions. What if… he can kill me remotely?
The possibility did arise. Hence, he hastened his attempts to get closer to Slughorn. Honestly, he didn't like the man much, as he seemed quite elitist. In a way, the man was the personification of a 'normal' Slytherin. Who was just living his life with a few old, outdated ideas that aren't that… harmful?
And now he had to attend that Christmas Party the man was throwing. A get-together for other older members of the Slug Club, he said.
Let's get this over with.
Harry fixed his all-black suit and robes over them, trying to appear like a perfect Slytherin to please Slughorn's eyes. But there was something else he was looking forward to seeing. A certain girl he hadn't been able to meet since the train ride, or what happened after that train ride, to be precise.
He reached the correct floor, decorated with some lights, and noticed the date he invited for the night, waiting for him. For a moment, he was taken aback by her dress, but intrigued nonetheless because this was precisely what he expected from…
"Luna." Harry came up to her and looked at her closely. Her silver spangled robes were eye-catching and went till her knees, under which was a tight black stocking and black low-heeled shoes. "You look… interesting."
"Hello, Harry. You look good too." Luna smiled and complimented back.
Much better hairstyle, must say. He thought, noticing her bangs parted from the middle of her forehead and the rest of her blonde hair tied behind loosely. Can't wait to ruin her face after… No, I can control myself! Voldemort doesn’t have so much time to always be influencing me.
"Let's go." Harry stepped closer to her shoulder until he touched her and gently clutched her palm in his. She felt warm, as expected, and that got his loins all worked up. "Let's meet here after the party if we lose each other. I have a surprise for you."
"Sure, Harry."
With that, they finally entered the party space, guarded so well that only those allowed were given entry. It was filled with many, and only a minor few were actual current students. The rest were old members of Slug Club, or people Slughorn saw as important.
I can feel the overachieving aura from this room already. If I know Slughorn, each person here must be someone accomplished.
"Harry!" Slughorn's voice came just then, sounding a lot more cherishing than a mere teacher calling his student. "Come and take a picture with me. You're the star of the evening, the greatest Potion Master in the making. A son exceeding his mother—Lily would have been so proud, Harry."
Harry felt a string tug in his heart as he knew this wasn't right, but he couldn't say anything. He just smiled for the camera's flash and waited for Slughorn to let go of him. However, the man refused to do that and took him around to introduce him to some of his favorite people—successful people.
Hermione? Why is she hiding? He noticed Hermione appearing and hiding behind the curtains just then. Intrigued, he took the first opportunity to escape from Slughorn and went over.
"Hermione? What happened?" He quickly asked, seeing the hint of annoyance on her face as she fixed her hair.
Merlin's beard—She looks… So stunning. He couldn't help but be left mesmerized. Her hair was neatly made, and the necklace around her alluringly thin neck was a highlight. The skin she showed in that dress woke him up from the annoying evening. Her pink-ish sleeveless dress had a very deep neckline, giving him a view of her cleavage. Her dress only went as far as a few inches above her knee, showing her leg for his eyes to feast on as she wore no stockings.
"Just escaped. Left Cormac under the mistletoe."
Harry noticed the strands of her disheveled hair and put two and two together. For no reason, he suddenly felt utter rage rising within him. He had so much anger for that boy that he felt like he could kill him.
That lowlife! How dare he touch what’s mi—This is new! No, no, no… This was too much like Voldemort. Kill him? Why would I think that? Harry felt scared of himself for a split second there.
To fix himself, he looked back at Hermione, her charming face. "Seriously? Was he the best you could do? You could have invited me."
"Well…" Hermione blushed a little, trying to hide it at the same time. "I didn't want any rumors to start. I even thought of Ron, but… Let's not talk about him."
Harry suddenly gulped and placed his hand on Hermione's shoulder. She felt a little warmer and smooth that night, her skin seeming like silk. He caressed it from her shoulder to her collarbone, then spread his thumb and fingers to hold her neck gently.
Hermione felt a little uncomfortable and grabbed his wrist before pushing it away. "Harry, no… Not here. It's too risky."
Harry still continued to stare at her perfect little cleavage in the figure-hugging dress. "Hermione, have I ever told you how beautiful you are… Especially tonight?"
"You… ugh!" Her cheeks turned hot as she attempted to dismiss it. "Yes, you do that every single time we… we do it."
"Then can we d—"
"No!" She immediately denied it. "It's too dangerous, Harry. Besides, these curtains are too thin. No matter how quick we are, it won't hide anything."
Harry was still too focused. Before even realizing it, he flipped out his wand from his suit and waved it, murmuring a spell under his breath. Voldemort's knowledge was quite helpful, after all. "No need to worry about that. We got about… fifteen minutes."
Hermione sighed wearily and looked at Harry's face for a good while. Then she looked down at the already keen erection in his pants. "You’re so silly sometimes, Harry… But you're my silly."
What does that mean? Harry wondered.
"Only mouth." She chirped and closed the gap between them before rising on her toes a little and kissing Harry's lips erotically. She wrapped her bare arms around his neck, exchanging the warmth of their skin. Harry embraced her waist at the same time and felt her womanly, lithe body tight against his chest.
Right away, he cupped her ass and pulled her dress up.
It was already short, so he easily reached her panties and dug both his palms in under the waistband. She usually wore normal cotton panties, just like now, but he liked that about her, as it gave him the feeling of her being an ordinary girl, not some attention seeker always ready for sex.
In his own words, 'She was helping'.
"Oh!" She broke the kiss as soon as Harry's palms squeezed her soft rear cheeks and teased both her holes with the tip of his fingers, never probing in. "I said mouth only!"
Harry smiled, dug his hands further down, and parted her hidden, slowly heating petals apart before pushing half a finger in. "Yes, your mouth—never said anything about me."
She smiled while shaking her head and dreamily looked into his eyes. Sometimes, it scared her how she dropped her guard in front of this young man. They weren’t lovers, nor dating, and yet the relationship they shared was something only married couples do.
But, she never found herself hating it—Harry was quite possibly the dream guy of every girl with a brain in the school. So, having him so close and intimate was a win in itself. Of course, these thoughts and her games with Harry would always stay a secret. She knew it.
"Fine, let's meet tomorrow," She proposed and got down on her knees right away. "For now, calm down with this."
Harry felt the need and quickly lowered his zipper and pulled out his manhood, which Hermione was greatly familiar with by now. He heard an exhaling breath of arousal from her as she wrapped her soft fingers around the base of his shaft before parting her lipstick-laden lips open and taking half of him in right away.
The sound of people talking, the clinking of glasses, and the light coming through the thin curtains made the sight of Hermione down on her knees a lot more charming that evening. Adding to that, her party dress felt like the perfect combination.
"Umm… Hermione, that's it." Harry moved freely and stepped forward to shove his entire length into her face hole. At the same time, he gently leaned down and extended one hand to her collarbone to slide under her dress and touch her shapely mounds.
The tender, hot feeling of her soft flesh in his palm made him lean further into her face and aid her with the thrusts of his hips. He kept looking down the whole time, as Hermione kept her eyes locked with him.
"B-Be-eh… Qh-uick… Harry…" Hermione mumbled with her slippery mouth stuffed with his girth.
Ting! Ting!
"Harry, m'boy!"
Harry gasped almost and looked down at Hermione's panic-stricken eyes. But before she could take him out of her mouth, he gently pressed his hand behind her while shaking his head. "They won't notice us until we get out of here… Be quick, Hermione!"
The risk, the voices calling them, made it all the more exciting. Hermione wanted to finish this quickly and began bobbing her face deep until she repeatedly hit his budding pubes. She felt like gagging but controlled herself as she had gotten used to his length to some degree.
"Agk…" She placed her hands on Harry's hips and pulled him deeper into her mouth. She couldn't believe it, but she felt like she knew exactly what made Harry excited and spill.
Her head moved uncontrollably in rapid waves, twists, and tugs, oozing out plenty of thick saliva from her lips down to the floor. Her hands kept pushing him in with hard pulls on Harry's rear, throwing him over the edge of pleasure into pure bliss.
The wet sounds of her throat gulping him, the movements of her tight lips on his girth, and her low hums of affection left Harry curling the toes in his shoes. He felt like groaning out loud but gritted his teeth and let the pleasure flow through his body, spasming his muscles all over his hips and legs.
"Mmmm…" she gave her all to 'help' Harry. To the point that she began to feel dizzy and had to close her eyes from the constant harsh movements of her face.
The air in that limited space behind the curtain also began to feel thick and intoxicating. A few more calls for Harry came from beyond the curtain by then, but Harry had lost himself to carnal pleasure.
Her nuzzling mouth soon earned his uninterrupted release as he placed both his hands behind her neatly made hair and began fucking her face like a savage hungry beast, only looking for pleasure. But Hermione let him as she could finally rest and just feel his throbbing shaft squeeze through her lips and tease her throat.
Goosebumps formed on her pale skin when she finally felt Harry twitch, his pumps growing shorter and more rapid. She quickly tightened her lips around him to make sure nothing fell out, and at the same time, pushed her tongue up against the base of his cock.
"Ugh… Hermione…" Harry groaned her name and stopped shoving himself in, letting his hardness rest and go through its erotic, exploding release. It was a lot, and it felt so blissful that he simply closed his eyes.
Meanwhile, Hermione realized how much he had come and tried to gulp it down as it was still erupting and gushing down her throat. She felt a dozen or so weakening pulsing squeezes before she noticed her mouth slowly feeling less full.
In the end, she sucked him for one last time and pulled her face back, taking him out with a resounding pop. Her breath ragged, "Ha… Harry, we have to do something about this."
Harry was in too much pleasure to think straight. "I know, Hermione. Maybe you can lean forward a little, and I can do it from behind."
"That's not what I meant. Anyway, you better go, or I'm afraid the Professor will end up ruining his voice with all that shouting."
He sighed, pulled up the zipper, then patted his clothes. He looked at Hermione and noticed her hair, so he caressed them behind her ears to make her look better. "Thanks, Hermione. You're a lifesaver."
She rolled her eyes while fixing her clothes. "Just go~"
Finally, he shifted away from Hermione and came out of the curtains. Thankfully, he didn't find anyone staring at him immediately, so he changed his trajectory a few times before reaching Slughorn.
"Professor? I heard you were calling me. I'm sorry, I went out to catch some fresh air."
"In the snowfall?" Slughorn looked out the window.
Harry nodded. "It's refreshing."
Slughorn chuckled and sipped from the glass he was carrying. "I hope you are feeling better now, Harry. Come, someone wishes to meet you. Although she may not be to your liking, nor is she mine; but she was one of my best students once."
She? Harry immediately surveyed the room. Her? Why is she here?
"Harry, meet Mrs. Narcissa Malfoy," Slughorn introduced them.
Harry silently checked the woman out. She had the usual cold expression he had always seen on her face. He even wondered at times if she knew how to smile. But no matter how cold and snobby she was, there was no doubt about her beauty, like now.
She was tall, slightly more than him, and slim as well as very pale. Her long, silky blonde hair was parted in the middle and loosely half-tied behind her, revealing a part of her green earrings.
What a waste of beauty. Harry found himself commenting when he looked down. Her ample breast was covered by a modest white top that showed little to no skin, with a tight, high collar and cuffs. But below was a beautiful tight black skirt that wrapped around her maternal curves, going as far as her knees, from where her black leggings revealed the shape of her long legs, leaving the rest to be imagined.
And imagine he truly did. Only if she wasn't an enemy. I would have loved to fu—befriend her.
"Umm… Hello, Mrs. Malfoy." Harry extended his hand without thinking and noticed her piercing blue eyes veering into him as if trying to look at his soul. Her lips remained pressed shut as her sharp chin rose in pride for no reason.
She didn’t respond to his hand. "Mr. Potter."
What does she want from me? Why is she here? Should I show where her place is… What? How can I even do that? Conflicting thoughts came over his mind.
"I will leave you two to it then," Slughorn interrupted the silence and walked away again to take pictures with the guests.
"It's rather noisy for us to talk. Let's move to the side, Mr. Potter," Narcissa said, and moved without even waiting for Harry's response.
But Harry didn't find himself denying it as he simply stared at her swaying hips in her tight black skirt. Her thin waist and supple flesh reminded him that she was a mother, but at the same time marveled at her beauty.
Wait, isn't this…
Harry smiled wryly when he found himself in the same spot behind the curtains where Hermione had just 'helped' him.
"Peculiar scent here," Narcissa muttered and looked left and right. "But it will do."
"W-What do you want, Mrs. Malfoy?"
"Lady… Lady Malfoy, that's how one should address another from a noble house. I reckon there was nobody to teach you such manners," Narcissa snarled at him.
Well fuck you too then.
He turned around, ready to leave. "I can also say a few things to insult you, 'Lady' Malfoy. But I wasn't taught to spew filth out of my mouth. I’ll go and join the party now. It was no pleasure to see you."
Narcissa almost jumped on her feet as she realized she made a mistake. This was a moment where she couldn’t treat Harry like an average half-blood. "Wait… I-I… I apologize."
What? Did she just apologize? Now I'm really worried about my life.
Harry looked back and tried to maintain some distance. "Please don't beat around the bush. Just tell me why you want to talk to me."
"It's Draco!" Narcissa exclaimed, almost telling him the truth. "I know you have noticed something is troubling him… He's up to something and… I think it's related to You-Know-Who. I can't…"
Tears appeared in Narcissa's eyes all of a sudden, just a little hint of them as she paced closer to him, a little too close. "I can't see him follow a path of destruction. As a mother, I can't see my family being ruined. You are the Chosen One, Harry Potter. Only you can defeat ‘him’… I know you can."
Another game by the Malfoys? But… her tears look real.
"Why now?"
"Because 'He' wants Draco. Because there is no other way to save my son without defeating ‘him’." Narcissa continued speaking and got even closer to Harry. In a desperate rush, she captured both his hands and held them up tightly in her palms, closer to her chest. "Only you can help me."
Harry gulped as he felt the woman's butterfly-soft flesh, and her scent was intoxicating. He wondered if it was some special perfume or if she simply smelled like that. From the looks of it, Narcissa did look exceptionally well-maintained.
But still, he slightly looked up at her face. "What can you even do to help me defeat him?"
"Information, Mr. Potter. My husband is stuck in the same boat and shares everything with me. I can give you details about the Dark Lord's plans and his locations. The people who follow him, and the spies he has in the Ministry… I can give you anything and everything, even my life… Just help me save my Draco," Narcissa desperately pleaded.
She still can't be trusted. She's a dead woman already if Voldemort is sitting in my brain at this moment, and seeing all this. He reckoned and felt somewhat concerned. Better end this quickly.
"Prove it."
She flinched a little and looked left and right. "I… I can't. Not right now, Mr. Potter. I suppose you will be leaving Hogwarts tomorrow for the Christmas holiday. Then… Let's meet on the twenty-fourth. You can decide the place, just tell your House-elf, Dobby, to come and inform me… Believe me, Mr. Potter, I will have plenty of information and other things ready for you."
Harry contemplated and nodded in the end. He already had a place in mind. "As long as you come alone, I’ll accept your offer. But if I sense even the faintest of betrayal, I’ll leave and never see you again."
"You won't!" She almost threw herself at him. "You won't, Mr. Potter."
"Very well."
Narcissa nodded and looked towards the party from the faint light coming through the thin curtain. Proceeding to leave, she let go of Harry's hand and walked past him slowly, while whispering something in his ear. "I will make it your most memorable Christmas gift ever, Mr. Pott—"
Narcissa tried to leave a peck on Harry's cheek as she was leaving. But she found herself in shock.
"Wha—"
Harry turned his face right then, and both of them felt their hot, silken lips touch each other's. They froze for a few seconds, unable to realize what had just happened. But once they felt the heated breaths from each other's nose and the smoothness of lips, they jumped back.
"I will see you later." Narcissa hurried away, gritting her teeth.
Harry stood there in shock while staring at Narcissa's alluring back. He could still feel the sensation of her lips, her breath, and the scent. "Tasted… sweet."
Why did she try to kiss my cheek? Did she cast some dark magic on me?
"Harry, come over here. Let me introduce you to…"
Ah, I hate this. Let's just leave with Luna. Harry annoyedly walked over for the last time. But to his surprise, he didn't see Hermione anywhere in the venue.
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Hermione sat before Dumbledore's desk at the Headmaster's office. Still in her party dress, she chose to come right over and inform the Headmaster about Harry's condition. She had contemplated how to tell him all this time, but finally, she decided to keep the details of Harry's sexual urges hidden.
"Ms. Granger, if what you say is true, then everything is compromised. Voldemort must know that Harry has learned about his origin by now." Dumbledore didn't overreact but still sounded worried. "You did well informing me. I would have committed a grave mistake otherwise and ruined our only chance to defeat him."
Hermione felt ominous at the mention of that. "What mistake, Professor?"
"I cannot share those details with you, Ms. Granger, so forgive me. But, if it's Voldemort glimpsing into his thoughts, then you must help him and keep him occupied with mundane tasks so no valuable information is lost."
He's doing that alright. Hermione thought while trying to hold off a smug smile.
"I understand, Professor. But how do we solve this problem? We can't keep him away forever," she asked.
Dumbledore sighed and wearily looked at the various portraits on the wall. "This will change many things. We cannot involve Harry in any intricate planning anymore. Very troublesome… I can't imagine how harsh it must be for him."
Oh, you have no idea, Professor. So 'harsh' that you won't be able to believe it.
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"Where are we going, Harry?" Luna asked while following Harry through the hallways of Hogwarts. She found her hand in his as he led her easily, amusing her and confusing her.
Harry didn't reply and, with the help of the Marauder's map, left the school building to go somewhere near Hagrid's hut. It was late at night, and thankfully, the snowfall had stopped, although it was still freezing.
"Thestral?" Luna noticed the creature standing there.
Harry smirked and brought her beside the creature invisible to most. With ease, he grabbed Luna's waist and lifted her to help her mount it. Then, he mounted behind her and steered the magical creature to soar into the sky.
"What?" Luna was taken aback by that. She had ridden a Thestral before, but not with someone sitting with her. At the same time, she couldn't understand why Harry would do this.
"Hold tight, Luna." Harry pulled her body against himself and wrapped his firm arms around her thin waist. She was much shorter and thinner than him, so it was much easier to hold her, and at the same time, he felt excited.
They flew into the night sky around the school. The best thing about Thestral was they couldn't be seen by everyone. But still, considering there were Aurors protecting the school, and they had likely seen death, Harry chose to be careful and maintain some altitude.
"Where are we going?" Luna asked.
Harry squeezed her waist and nestled his face on the side of her shoulder, just beside her neck. "Somewhere to continue where we left off, Luna."
Luna remembered that evening. "Helping you?"
Harry raised his hands a little and cupped her small, perky breasts instead. "Why? You don't want to do that anymore?"
"Of course not, Harry. You're my friend, so it's normal," Luna replied, readily accepting his touch. "Maybe we can go look for some magical creatures after that."
She really needs to be protected. Harry marveled at how gullible she was.
But he drowned himself in the feeling of her body. He kissed her soft, hot skin of her nape and touched her mounds, waist, and thighs that were spread on the creature's back freely.
"Look at me." He pinched her chin, turned her face towards him, and kissed her thin, red lips. It was hot and amorous as the moonlight graced their skins. He squeezed her body harder and lowered his hands while raising her dress.
Brushing his fingers on her silky black stockings was pure delight. Her thighs were just thick enough for him to grip them tight. But his hand continued to venture deeper and soon reached the junction of her legs. He rubbed there right away, while his lips continued to capture her essence hungrily.
"Oh… It feels…" Luna moaned and looked confused. This sensation was new, after all.
Harry smiled and pecked on her lips again. "Just close your eyes and let the sensation flow. Feel the pleasure."
Using the other hand as well, he gently gripped a part of her stockings covering her loins and tore it open with ease. A significant gap formed there right away, giving him space to finally touch her white panties, already feeling wet where it mattered.
"Ah… Harry…" Luna moaned when his fingers pressed harder on her covered slit.
Harry rubbed her cotton-covered petals harder and kissed her deeper, soaking in all the pleasure she had to give him. Everything about her was arousing him, and he couldn't wait to take off her clothes and devour her—take her purity and make her his.
I should at least be gentle at the start. Harry decided and kept touching her sensually.
But after a while, he pushed aside the middle of her panties from her slit and finally embraced the touch of her uncovered moistness. So warm and soft that he felt like shoving his entire finger in right away, but he tried to be gentle.
His digits brushed her soft petals, flicking her growing kernel of pleasure and teasing her wet hole with the tip of his fingers. As he twirled it, he could feel her juices starting to coat his finger, causing her to moan a little at the tickle of his slick finger.
He rubbed her so well that she soon began to dance her hips and gyrate her slit on his finger. He pushed one in first, just a little to give her the sensation of the intrusion, and then began sliding further in, splitting apart her virgin depth.
"Umph…" She suppressed her moans.
Harry smiled and bit her ear softly before whispering to her ears. Murmuring something that he knew he would never have just a few months ago. "It's alright, Luna. Just feel my finger going inside you, remember this feeling for when I put my cock in there… Don't worry, I’ll be gentle. We're good friends, after all."
I hate myself. I'm bloody evil! Harry felt disgusted at the duality of his own mind.
Wanting more of her, he made the Thestral fly towards one of the school's rooftops and landed there gently. He jumped down first and then pulled Luna down. But instead of letting her walk, he picked her up in a princess carry and walked towards a steel-framed door.
She's so light. He realized while holding her in his arms.
"Where is this place?" She inquired with amusement in her voice. "I've never been here before."
"Sirius was imprisoned here a few years ago. Since then, this room has remained empty and unused since it's not easily accessible. I've taken the liberty to add a few things here," Harry explained and walked in.
It was brightly lit with candles everywhere. It was also warm, with a king-size bed in the middle of the room, a few cushioned chairs on the side, and a table. Since the door had been changed from metal bars to a single steel frame, there were no windows in the room. But it still didn't feel claustrophobic.
"This place feels nice," Luna muttered.
Harry smiled and placed her on the soft bed right then and began taking off his upper clothes, mainly his robe, tie, and shirt, revealing his naked skin. He stared at Luna's face as she sat there at the edge, so innocent and alluring. Her little nose, and oval face, with gray eyes and a constant smile seemingly pleading with him to go slow.
"Shall we start?"
Luna nodded. "What should I do, Harry?"
"Take off your dress," he ordered.
Right away, she stood up and lifted her silver spangled robes, then off her head, before placing them on the table at the side. This only left her standing in her white bra and black stockings, with a hole in it that revealed her white panties.
Harry drenched his lips with his tongue as he admired her form. Her petite body didn't have a lot of flesh, but she was still shapely, with a thin waist and broader hips, just not on the level of any other girl he had been with.
"Get on the bed and rest your back on the pillows."
"Okay, Harry." She chirped and shyly crawled on the bed, her hips swaying in front of Harry's face before she turned around and rested her back. She stared at Harry and asked. "What should I do now, Harry?"
I will make sure to savor this. Harry told himself at the sight of the beauty.
"Spread your legs, Luna. I will be doing things… to you," Harry said and took off his pants, as well as his underwear, getting fully naked. He noticed a hint of a flinch on Luna’s face, and he liked it. He enjoyed how her gaze remained stuck to his erect member, dangling as he crawled on the bed towards her.
The flickering candlelight in the room made the moment far more arousing than it was supposed to. The fragrance from Luna's body heightened Harry's desire. And before he knew it, he slid his arms under Luna's thighs and gripped her to pull her down.
"Oh!"
The black stockings contrasted with her ashen skin. And when Harry spread her legs wide, he found himself lost in the sight of her womanhood after tugging her panties to the side.
Hidden, pale pink, and tight. It was already glistening with her desire.
"You are beautiful, Luna." Harry looked up at her face. "Now I feel like hating everyone who called you Loony Lovegood… You’re clearly the Beauty Lovegood."
"Ah!" Luna reacted when Harry lowered his face and teased her petals with his tongue. "Harry… Don't hate them. They are just playing."
Don't worry. They won't be doing that from now on. I’ll make Cho ensure that.
He focused back on her slippery wetness, admiring the view. Then, he cupped his whole mouth on her slit and extended his saliva-coated tongue. He brushed his tongue around her silky, soft petals, twirling round and round until its tip peaked into her throbbing hole. Eventually, parting her lower, secret lips, it pushed in, sliding and wiggling as her body trembled.
His hand went to her tiny clitoris and rubbed it as well. He inserted his tongue fully and sucked pleasure out of her as it curled, pulling out her sweet, innocent juices. Meanwhile, his other free hand went up and pushed up her bra to claim her small, perky breasts, pinching the little tight nubs with gentle tugs.
"Ah… I!" Luna wanted to say something but didn't know how to describe it. It was slithering, soft, hot, and untamed; it felt so bad but so good at the same time.
She instinctively tried to squeeze her legs tight, but Harry's arms and elbows stopped her, forcing her to open wide for him. She squirmed and writhed under his licks while her head shook left and right, throwing her beautiful silky blonde hair around.
"Relax, Luna." Harry paused and looked up as he licked his lips. "I will move now."
He stopped licking her as he felt she was wet enough now and crawled on top of her body until he could kiss her innocent lips. He kissed her cheeks as well, then her neck, and suckled her perky breasts. He nibbled on the little nubs until she moaned.
"Ah, unnnnngh… Harry!" She involuntarily raised her hips in uncontrolled ecstasy.
Harry smiled and looked up. He kept his torso up with the support of his arms and stared down at her blushing face. "Luna, I’ll put it in now."
"O-Okay, Harry," she nodded and closed her eyes while clenching her jaw tight.
Harry looked down from there. His shaft was stiff and throbbing, pointing straight at her needy core. But her panties were still in the way, so he tugged on the waistband and pulled it down alongside her stockings, getting her as naked as he was.
Then he aimed his rock-hard shaft at her tight, drenched entrance and looked at her face. Her body easily eclipsed under him as he lowered himself to weigh down on her and push his throbbing ‘wand’ in.
"Ugh!" He groaned at the insane tightness.
He rubbed his knob on her entrance and teased her open, inching in slowly and spreading her virgin walls. But then he gave a small, harsh push and earned Luna's first cry of torment and pleasure.
"Aaaaah! Harry, it hurts!" She sounded loud like never before. She had just felt a sensation of something ripping in her body, a thin wall being removed between their heated desire.
Harry pulled back and noticed crimson, but then he pumped his cock back in, sinking one-fourth of his length. She was no longer a virgin, and it was the cue to move on to the main course.
More and more, he slid in deeper, no matter how much her tight walls resisted him, no matter how much she tried to push him up with her thin arms.
Her sweltering, hot core tried to push him out, but he explored and opened her up with pleasure. He stopped taking his elbow's support and laid down directly on her breast. With her legs wide open and spread, he kept sinking in and pressing down.
Slow and steady, he pulled back every time he couldn't go deeper, only to pump back in and fuck her wildly.
"So tight, Luna." Harry kissed her neck and licked her skin until it looked all wet. "You-ugh… are my… true friend!"
Luna smiled as her eyes turned tearful. She stopped clenching the bed sheets and accepted him by hugging his neck and pulling him down to her lips. She moaned deeply and sensually, moving her body like waves under his impaling cock. Warm, hot, and confusing, she felt her body reacting on its own.
"Oh, oh, mmm…." She wasn’t a very vocal girl, but with Harry's girth spreading her beyond the limit made her lose herself. "Ungh… M-uh-must be Wrackspurts…"
She blamed her loss of mind and sanity on the invisible creatures and let go of herself in the thirst for pleasure, letting Harry devour her body and make her feel things she never knew she could before. It felt intimate and warm to feel Harry's flesh so deep inside her.
Harry stopped licking her and decided to change position. Keeping his cock in, he grabbed hold of her arms and pulled her body up. He found it utterly easy as she didn't weigh much. Her thin arms, legs, and waist were easily pulled up until her hips rested on his lap.
Her legs remanded clamped around his waist while Harry sat on his knees with Luna on his lap, being fucked while his hands on her waist aided his thrusts.
He picked her up and pulled her down by her waist, shoving in deeper and deeper with her body weight, and sought further pleasure.
"Ah! Harry… I feel… Strange!"
Harry chuckled and suckled on her breast tight. "Let it flow… Luna."
Luna instantly started to push herself on his body, hugging his head tighter as he suckled on her nipples. She moaned uncontrollably as a burst of ecstasy approached and drowned her in her thirst for pleasure. She felt the warm flow and cried out in her orgasm.
Her molten nectar coated his pumping cock whole, turning it into a wet, squelching mess of flesh hitting flesh. But then Harry started moving on the bed towards the bed's edge while keeping her straddled on his lap.
"Luna, do you trust me?"
"Ah… Y-yessss~"
"Hug my neck as tight as you can." He told her and stood up on the floor. His hands went under her knees, keeping her hanging against his chest, his cock deep inside. He fucked her midair by dangling her body on his arms and cock. His arms jolted her body up and down, and her soft, small breasts jiggled with the rhythm, as his cock sunk in further than ever before.
"Unh… mmmm… oh, oh, Harry… I feel… strange ag-again!"
Harry wasn't in a state to say anything and drowned himself in his need.
He walked to the edge of the room with the delicate girl in his arms and pressed her back against the wall. Then he began his relentless pounding, harder than before, while coating her body with his deep kisses and soft bites.
The musky scent in the room spread everywhere, and the candles began to end their burning lifespans slowly. Harry, at the same time, started to feel his climax rising over to the top.
His strong leg muscles began convulsing with each deep plunge while her body jumped high against him. Their combined juices from her second orgasm dripped on the floor at Harry's feet.
"Yes, yes, yes… oh, feels so good… ah, ah… Harry~" She moaned with the continuously changing tone, keeping her eyes closed and mouth open.
Right then, Harry felt uncontrollable, shuddering contractions. Sinking deep within her, he lost control and let the sweet, fiery lava flow out, spraying her pussy white from within. But his plunges continued, and his seeds spilled out, dripping down and forming a puddle of the culmination of their sex.
It took a few good minutes of fucking before he started to feel his shaft easing down. But by then, Luna came for a third time, turning into a fiery, hot, blushing mess of sweat and arousal. He still kept her body held tight against him, his palms gripping her ass tightly.
"Thank you, Luna." He kissed her lips and brought her to the bed before falling down with her and cuddling her under the quilt. Her petite body was easily engulfed with his legs and arms wrapped around her body.
She smiled and exhaustingly gasped. "I… I'm glad I could help… Hah-Harry."
But I'm not done yet.
Harry decided to let her rest a little before going for another round. She was just so tight and pleasurable that he wanted to try a few more positions, bend her, squeeze her, and make her scream his name with each passing fuck getting rougher—molding her to his own size and need.
"Rest now, Luna. We don't need to return to our dorms tonight." Harry stroked her face close to his chest, albeit feeling his cock returning to salute her wet slit already. "I’ll wake you up if there’s anything."
He didn't tell her what it was, however. But with the last candle quenching itself, Harry closed his eyes as well and pondered what Narcissa could be planning in case she was lying.
Could it be Voldemort's ploy to capture me? Helping me just for Draco doesn’t make sense. Lucius would have never allowed her to.
There were so many mysteries, and at the same time, he had to deal with the increased sexual needs.
If only Sirius was still alive… He could have helped me with all this.
Even with the desire for pleasure, he felt some melancholy passing by.
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Alatoic
Good chapter, nice part with Hermione, still a pivotal part for Harry, and know that Dumbledore knows he may change his plans according, maybe some way to if not shield Harry's mind maybe subconscious? with Hermione as the handler. Harry was quite gentle and romantic with Luna, really hope to see more and that he can talk (and have another round) with Cho so Luna can have a better year. Cant wait to know what will Mrs. Malfoy do to seduce Harry and what will happen.
