"Don't stop, don't stop, fuck, don't STOP!" Hermione wailed as she came hard, her whole body convulsing as the pleasure thundered through her.
Harry grunted and kept going, his thrusts not slowing in the slightest as he fucked her through her latest climax. On her hands and knees, she was a vision, her plump, round arse rippling and jiggling each time his hips smacked her. A sheen of sweat covered her entire body, a testament to how long they'd been going at it, and as he felt her slump forward onto her stomach, losing consciousness, he knew that she'd had enough and pulled his long, thick cock from her gaping pussy.
"Can I have another turn, baby?" Lavender begged, wrapping her arms around his neck from behind and pressing her massive breasts against his back. "Merlin, I swear I can't get enough of your cock."
"You already had him twice tonight," Daphne complained.
"I missed yesterday's orgy, though," Lavender whined.
"Well, it's not our fault you ended up in detention with McGonagall," Daphne muttered. "If you needed help with that essay, you could have just asked."
"I forgot about it, okay?" Lavender asked. Grinning, she looked over at Harry and added, "I've been...distracted lately."
"Lavender, Harry's cock, magnificent as it is, is no excuse to neglect your studies," Hannah said, and they all looked at her in surprise. "What? Someone had to say it, and Hermione's been fucked too stupid to do it."
"Girls, there's no need to argue," Luna smiled, untangling from her place between a pair of sleeping, very well-fucked redheads and sitting up. "Lavender, Daphne, why don't you two take turns riding his penis and tongue until you've had your fill?"
"I call dick!" Lavender exclaimed, and Daphne rolled his eyes.
"You two will switch every time you cum, okay?" Harry asked, wrapping an arm around each buxom blonde, and Daphne nodded.
"That works for me," she replied. Grinning, she added, "It's not like wondertits here isn't a quicker shot than a virgin boy when you impale her."
"Oh, like you're any better," Lavender scoffed. "You went off like a bloody fountain last night after, like, two minutes of being buggered."
"Shut up," Daphne muttered, blushing slightly, and Harry chuckled.
"Hey, we're all friends here," he reminded them, kissing Daphne before capturing Lavender's lips with his own.
"The best kind," Lavender purred. "Speaking of really good friends, is Tracey coming by tonight?"
"No, she's got a potions thing she needs to finish," Daphne replied as Harry lay down and started stroking his cock, immediately getting their attention.
The two blondes crawled before him, their large breasts swaying under them as they moved into position. Harry groaned as Lavender sank down on him to the hilt in one smooth motion, her tight cunt yielding to his immense girth with practiced ease, and as Daphne straddled his head and gave him a good look at her very pink and swollen, yet still dripping pussy, he licked his lips.
"Don't worry about any traces of your cum," the Slytherin beauty assured him. "These sluts slurped out every drop already."
"You're...oh fuck...as much of a slut for him as we are," Lavender moaned.
"I didn't say I wasn't," Daphne smiled as she lowered herself down towards his face.
Before her wonderfully fat ass obscured his vision, Harry caught sight of Hermione's sleeping form being levitated away and smiled as he watched Luna carefully lower her into her arms to cuddle with her, and Ginny, who was also asleep, remembering how all this started.
Two Months Earlier
"So what exactly is this thing you said could help me?" Harry asked as he followed Luna through the halls of Hogwarts towards the Room of Requirement in the aftermath of their date.
He'd been surprised when she asked him out on a date after a meeting of the D.A., but he hadn't had to think about it much before saying yes. Things with Cho were weird and strained at the moment, and goodness knew that he needed a distraction with everything going on. She'd taken him to the kitchens, and the two of them had dined together in comfortable quiet, taking the opportunity to get to know each other better. As the evening went on, she had offered to help him with his lingering toad-related issues, and he'd jumped at her offer, only growing concerned when she refused to tell him just what she had in mind.
"It's something to help you relax, Harry," the blonde replied. "You keep rising to Umbridge's bait because your head is all full of wrackspurts, and they're keeping you from making strategically sound decisions."
"I don't think these wrackspurts are making me find that vile toad infuriating," Harry muttered under his breath.
"No, but they are helping her get to you," Luna replied, turning around and looking up at him. "Getting yourself stuck in detention with her isn't helping anyone. If this works, you'll be able to ignore her more easily."
"You still haven't said what it is," Harry commented as she continued walking.
"Something relaxing," Luna replied, her voice sounding even more ethereal and dreamy than normal as she did so.
Harry knew that he should have questioned her more, but he'd come to like the unusual blonde, and while she was bizarre in some ways, he'd seen nothing so far to suggest that she was untrustworthy. The idea of finding something that could help him relax, even for a little while, was tempting beyond words. Between Voldemort's return, Fudge's stupidity, and Umbridge's malice, he was at the end of his tether, and he had to admit that Luna had a point about him rising to the bitch's bait. She wasn't the only one who had told him that, as Hermione had brought it up more than once, but unlike his old friend, she claimed to have an actual solution, one he was increasingly curious about.
He watched Luna walk back and forth in front of the wall across from the tapestry of Barnabus the Barmy, looking more focused than he could recall seeing her, and when the door appeared and she opened it, he was immediately puzzled as he saw what awaited him.
"Um, whose room is this?" Harry asked as he stepped inside the bedroom that had been recreated.
"Mine," Luna replied. "What do you think?"
"It's...very nice," Harry replied hesitantly as he looked around.
Every square inch of the walls and was taken up by a mural of different magical creatures enchanted to run around and frolic through admittedly beautiful forest scenes. The ceiling, in turn, showed a nearly clear blue sky, with only a couple small, fluffy white clouds breaking up the monotony. His aunt and uncle would have hated it, and the thought of Petunia in particular reacting to the décor brought a smile to his face.
"It's beautiful," he amended, earning a wide smile from the blonde. "Why did you make the room take its shape, though?"
"Part of it was the novelty of having a boy in my bedroom. but the rest was the relaxation technique I mentioned," Luna replied. "Before we get to that, though, what do you think of my plant here?"
She pointed to the plant taking up most of a table standing by the window. It was large and sprawling, filling a pot that looked to be about a foot across, with large, waxy green leaves on the bottom and a massive pink flower in the center. The flower looked like none that Harry had ever seen before, being not round but long, with petals that looked wrinkled and almost fleshy.
"It's...lovely," Harry replied, unsure what else to say, and he was pleased when the blonde smiled.
"My father acquired this on a trip to the Amazon Rainforest from a tribe of local wizards," Luna explained, ghosting her fingers over the flower. "He thought that the man he bought it from said that it was known to attract moon frogs, but I think that something was lost in translation. When it didn't work, he gifted it to me; it was just a little thing then and unflowered; we were a lot alike. I took care of it for years before I learned what it was and even then, I needed to sneak into the restricted section of the library to find a book that mentioned it."
"What is it?" Harry asked.
"Nympha Majora," Luna replied, smiling. "It has a different name in the local tongues, but that was what the first European wizard to stumble across it named it because the flower bears such a striking resemblance to a vagina."
Harry choked on his saliva at that, gawking at the flower for a moment before looking away and blushing. He hadn't recognized it when he first spotted it, having not seen a vagina before, but knowing what it apparently looked like now, he couldn't help but be embarrassed at having proven himself so clueless.
"Are you alright?" Luna asked, rubbing his back as he coughed.
"Fine," Harry replied. "Luna, what is this thing that you said would help me?"
"Me," Luna replied, and before Harry could ask what she meant, she waved her wand and her clothes slipped off.
His jaw dropped and his cock hardened almost instantly as her robes pooled at her feet, revealing that she hadn't been wearing anything under them. Harry had come to think that she was quite pretty over the course of their date, with her big, warm silver eyes, her full lips, and her cute button nose, but as he beheld her nakedness, he suddenly thought she was the most beautiful creature in the world.
Her breasts were larger than he'd imagined, nice handfuls that sat high on her chest, her pale pink nipples poking out towards him invitingly. It took him a moment to pry his eyes away from the full mounds, and as they trailed downward across her flat, soft belly, his cock throbbed painfully. Her hips were wide, her legs looking longer than he'd have expected, given her short stature, and as he gazed between them, only a single thought came to mind.
"It does look like a vagina," he thought to himself.
"I know, right?" Luna asked, reaching down and spreading her fleshy netherlips to give him a view of the pinkness that lay within.
Harry blushed, realizing that he'd said that out loud, and the sudden burst of embarrassment shocked him out of his reverie.
"Luna, what…" he went to ask, and she stepped forward, gazing up into his eyes as her pupils widened.
"You're dealing with a returned dark lord, an incompetent government, and a cruel toad-woman who's out to ruin your life," Luna murmured. "Wrackspurts fly all around your head like moths around a flame, and it's driving you mad. You need a distraction, a...release, and what better release is there than sex?"
She reached up and ran her fingers through his hair, grazing his scalp with her nails, and Harry shivered.
"Are you sure?" Harry asked. "I wouldn't want you to do something you don't really want to just…"
"Oh, I really want to have sex with you," Luna cut up off, and his eyes widened in surprise. "You're quite handsome, you've always been kind to me, and you have really big feet, which is generally promising, from what I've heard from the older girls."
"I...well, if you're sure," Harry smiled, his heart hammering in his chest. "I should warn you, though, that I've never…"
"Neither have I," Luna replied, "but I can't think of a single boy in school I'd rather have take my virginity, so what do you say?"
"Yes," Harry replied immediately, no longer willing to look this particular gift horse in the mouth.
"Great," Luna beamed. "There's just one thing."
Turning around, she bent over, giving him a clear view of her magnificent arse, and Harry groaned in discomfort as he felt his cock strain against his boxers.
"Given that this is both of our first times, I made a little something for you," Luna replied, pulling a vial of some potion, a shimmering golden liquid, out of one of her pockets. "This is made using the Nympha Majora, among other things, and it will keep you good and hard for quite a while, so you don't have to worry about cumming quickly. Half the point of this is making you stop worrying for a while, so adding to them would be quite counterproductive."
She pressed the vial of potion into his palm, and Harry furrowed his brow at her in sudden suspicion.
"When we met earlier this year, you assured me that I wasn't mad," he said. "What was that regarding?"
If she wasn't who she seemed to be, he figured the obvious answer would be Voldemort's return, and so he let out a sigh of relief when she replied by saying, "The thestrals. I am me, or at least I think I am."
"I just had to be sure," Harry chuckled, looking down at the vial.
Uncorking it , he knocked back the potion , finding it oddly pleasant. It was mildly sweet, a little salty, and ultimately rather bland, but compared to most potions, it was ambrosia. As he finished, he asked, "What else was in that?"
"A bunch of things, including satyr hoof, centaur hair, veela hair, and the vaginal fluids of a dryad," Luna replied, and his eyes widened.
"What?" Harry asked.
"That was a virility potion," Luna replied, "a particularly potent one if I'm not mistaken. I came across the recipe in a book the room conjured for me, and with it in your system, I'm quite confident that you're going to fuck my brains out, but first, I've never been kissed before, and I would like to try it."
Harry chuckled at how backwards that was as he leaned in and captured her lips with his own. Luna wrapped her arms around his neck as the two of them enjoyed the simple pleasure of feeling the other's lips on theirs. Wrapping his arms around her, he paused at her waist, but she quickly grabbed his hands and moved them lower, moaning into his mouth when he grabbed two large handfuls of her arse. She kissed him again, the two of them moving slowly and tentatively as they got used to the new sensations, and when she parted her lips, he instinctively slipped his tongue between them, groaning when she sucked on it.
He felt hot, increasingly so, and his cock felt like it was getting harder as a haze of lust overtook his mind. He didn't think that he'd ever wanted anything as much as he wanted her in that moment, and when she reached down and palmed his length through his robes, she broke the kiss and moaned in pleasure.
"Mmm, this feels promising," Luna smiled before stepping back and sitting down on her bed. "I always wanted to get fucked in this bed at least once, and even though it's a mere replication, I think it counts."
"Luna," Harry groaned, so horny he could barely think, and it spoke to how distracted he was by the sheer desire coursing through him that he didn't tense at all when she grabbed her wand and pointed it at him. A moment later, his clothes disappeared, reappearing next to hers on the floor, and he groaned in relief as his cock sprang into the air.
"Oh, my," Luna breathed, her large eyes going wide as she caught sight of his cock. "You're even bigger than I thought."
If he'd been thinking clearly, he'd have made sure that she still wanted him despite that, but the potion had taken full effect by then, and all he could make out was the hot, wet girl in front of him and how desperately he needed to bury himself inside her. Moving towards her, he pressed her against the bed and kissed her again, his last coherent thought for a while being that he hoped no one wondered too much about where he was.
*****
"That's...all of it," Luna whimpered as the last couple inches of his cock spread her insides wide. "Oh, wow."
"Harder! Harder! YES!" the blonde screamed as he pounded her into the bed, her ankles resting on his oddly broad shoulders and her sizable breasts rolling across her chest.
"Don't stop, don't ever stop!" Luna shrieked, her fingers digging into the sheets below so hard that her knuckles turned white as he fucked her from behind hard and fast.
"LOVE...YOUR...COCK!" she squealed, her feet dangling in the air as he held her sweat-soaked back against his chest, his strong arms hooked around her knees and his feet planted firmly on the floor. He pulled out of her just as she came yet again, and she squirted all over the floor, adding to the growing puddle of fluids.
"Too...sore," Luna whimpered, holding a hand over her red, gaping pussy as she panted for breath, lying flat on her belly.
"Need more," Harry rumbled, still little more than a ravenous beast.
"I...know," Luna panted, smiling widely. "Give me...my wand...and I'll lube up my bum."
Harry gasped as he awoke, his eyes opening to see a sea of what looked like wheat, and he tried to sit up and look around when a weight on his chest grumbled in complaint. Brushing the blonde hair out of his face, he looked down at Luna's sleeping form and struggled to recall the previous night. He remembered kissing her, having taken that potion that she gave him, but after that it was a bit of a blur, with only a few snippets revealing the true extent of their night of debauchery. He'd fucked Luna like a man possessed; that much was clear, ravaging all three of her holes before he finally passed out, but she couldn't recall all or even most of it.
"Luna?" he asked, nudging her shoulder. "Are you okay?"
"Lemeslee," Luna mumbled, sounding utterly exhausted, and he sighed, wrapping an arm around her back, brushing his fingers through her hair as he tried to remember more of the night.
Clearly that potion had worked a little too well, and he hoped that he hadn't actually hurt her. Reaching up to adjust his glasses, he realized that he wasn't wearing them, and he was still so groggy that it took him a moment to realize what was truly weird about that.
"I can see," he thought to himself, checking again to make sure that he wasn't wearing anything on his face.
As he did so, he noticed something oddly sticky on his face and figured that it was just Luna's juices, as he'd feasted on her pussy extensively at one point that night, finding her scent to be the most intoxicating thing he'd ever smelled, but as he rubbed a hand over his face and some of the fluid flaked off, it stuck to it, and when he pulled back and noticed the dark specks on his hand, he realized that something was wrong. Grabbing a pillow, he carefully nudged Luna over and moved it against her chest, smiling when she wrapped her arms around it instead and didn't wake up. With her taken care of, he spotted a hand mirror on the table next to Luna's bed and grabbed it, his eyes going wide as he saw his reflection.
"Blood," he thought to himself, having lived and bled enough over the years to know what it looked like caked on skin and dried.
The room had recreated Luna's bedroom, but she either didn't have a bathroom connected to it, or it hadn't created that detail, and as she'd entered it first and was still in it, she retained control over it. He looked over at her, debating with himself in his mind about whether or not to wake her for answers, but when he saw how peaceful she looked, still tangled in the sheets, he couldn't bring himself to bother her.
He sat up, reached for his clothes, and pulled out his wand, casting cleaning charms on himself to deal with the blood and other various bodily fluids he was covered in. It wasn't as good as a bath, but it was good enough to make him stop smelling like a beast, and that would do for now. Wanting to get dressed, he stood up, and his jaw dropped as he looked down at himself.
"What the fuck?" he asked aloud.
Years of Quidditch training and surviving near-death experiences had given him a lean body but nothing like the muscular thing he beheld as he looked down at himself. He had abs, actual abs, and as he looked around, he noticed that his arms we re a lot thicker than they had been, corded with muscle. Even his cock was bigger, hanging lower than it had, though the change to it was less drastic than the change to his balls, which looked huge. Looking at Luna, he debated again about whether or not to bother her, but, figuring that she'd wake up soon enough, he decided again to let her be for the time being. He got dressed quickly, learning as he did that he was going to need to resize his clothes to fit his stronger, taller frame, but he was good enough at transfiguration to pull that off and managed it quickly enough.
"Thankfully, I'm not excessively taller," he thought to himself, hoping that he wouldn't get too many questions about this until he had actual answers to give, and with one last look at the blonde whom he'd spent hours fucking in every way he knew of and a few he'd never considered the night before, he left the room, making his way to the Gryffindor Common Room.
"Uh, hello?" he asked as he looked around at the empty room.
"They're not there, dear," the Fat Lady replied, her portrait not having swung closed yet. "Everyone was summoned to the Great Hall, something you would know if you'd spent the night where you should have."
"Ah," Harry replied. "Thank you."
Rushing upstairs, he grabbed his cloak and went down to the Great Hall, wondering what was going on.
"...with a heavy heart that I must inform you that Professor Snape passed away last night," Dumbledore said just as he entered the room, and Harry stared at him in shock, noticing that there were two absences at the High Table. Umbridge wasn't there either, and as the tittering filled the room, most of the students were stunned silent, and more than a few of them wondered if it would be too tasteless to cheer when one of the twins broke the silence.
"What about Umbridge?" Fred asked.
"Professor Umbridge is still alive," Dumbledore replied, giving a disapproving look to the room as more than a few people groaned. "She was summoned to the ministry earlier this morning to deal with a...developing situation. I myself will be going there soon, but I felt it prudent to inform you first about Severus' passing. Classes for today are canceled to give everyone a chance to come to terms with the news."
That provoked a few isolated cheers, and Harry couldn't blame them. The second worst teacher in the school was gone; the only one who had ever taken the title was out of the castle, and they had no classes for the day. Only Hermione would feel bad about that, and as Harry thought about his brunette friend, he realized that she wasn't in the room, though she rushed back inside a moment later, going straight to McGonagall, who looked concerned at whatever she reported. His head of house spoke to Dumbledore, who looked just as concerned, though that passed after a moment, and the man's piercing blue eyes looked right at him. Gesturing to the door next to him subtly with his head, he rose from his seat and walked out, and Harry didn't even hesitate to follow.
"What happened last night?" Dumbledore asked once they were alone.
"You took the words right out of my mouth," Harry replied. "What happened to Snape?"
"Professor Snape was killed by the mark on his arm," Dumbledore replied, "as, I suspect, was every marked Death Eater."
"What?" Harry breathed.
"Reports started to come into the Ministry a few hours ago about high-profile purebloods being found dead in their beds," Dumbledore replied. "I'll thank you to keep that to yourself for the time being, as more than a few of your classmates have lost loved ones."
"What about Voldemort?" Harry asked, daring to hope for just a moment that he was gone too.
"I don't know," Dumbledore replied honestly. "I'm going to need to check on something to know for certain, but given what's happened, it is possible that he'd gone. You can remove the cloak, you know."
"I figured I didn't need to, given that you can see through it," Harry chuckled.
"The human presence revealing spell doesn't let one see through invisibility cloaks so much as detect what's there despite them," Dumbledore replied, and Harry sighed before throwing off the cloak, earning a look of shock from the headmaster. "Explain."
"To be honest, I'm not entirely sure what happened yet," Harry replied. "Last night I went on a date, and it, um...well, the girl and I, we…"
"Harry, I have lived among teenagers for over a century," Dumbledore said dryly. "There is nothing you could tell me that I would find shocking."
"We spent the night together," Harry replied, his eyes firmly on the floor. "When I woke up, I was like this."
"Your scar looks more raw than normal," Dumbledore commented, drawing his wand.
One silent healing spell later, the linger ing sting in Harry's forehead disappeared and Dumbledore's eyes widened.
"What?" the younger man asked.
Rather than answer, Dumbledore conjured a mirror and held it, making Harry's jaw drop. His scar was barely visible, with just a faint white line remaining.
"What does it mean?" he asked.
"That I cannot say for certain just yet," Dumbledore replied, "but I'll be able to when I get back. In the meantime, I would suggest you lay low and wait for my return. The school is going to be rather chaotic over the next few hours, and drawing attention to yourself wouldn't be a good idea."
"Right," Harry replied, throwing the cloak back over himself. "Good luck with the ministry."
"Luck is something I doubt I'll need today," Dumbledore replied before turning to leave towards his office.
Harry, still dumbstruck, realized that more than anything he needed answers for what exactly had happened the previous night, and there was only one source he could go to for them.
*****
"Owie," Luna winced as she got into the tub of very warm water the room had summoned for her.
She'd bathed the moment she got up, but that hadn't been quite enough to settle the aches in her pussy and bum, and she decided that a long soak was in order.
"Luna?" Harry asked as he poked his head in, and she smiled.
"Harry," Luna beamed. "I was wondering where you'd gotten to. Did you bring any food? I'm quite hungry."
"Sorry, but I got distracted," Harry replied. "What did you do to me last night?"
"It was more you doing things to me, honestly," Luna replied. "I'll try to be a more active participant next time, but your penis felt so wonderfully good that for most of the night, I just came over and over again."
"I meant the potion," Harry replied, stepping inside and closing the door behind him.
"Oh, that," Luna nodded. "Like I said, it was a virility potion, an old recipe that no one's even attempted in millennia, not since the days of the minotaur."
"Wait, the ancient Greek myth?" Harry asked.
"Oh, he was no myth," Luna smiled. "For years he stayed in his labyrinth, mating with any woman who managed to find her way to him, something that no shortage of them tried after hearing rumors of his prowess in bed."
"I thought he ate people," Harry replied, confused.
"Oh, he might have eaten them too," Luna replied. "Given the immense size of his cock, that might have been a necessity."
"That's not...what does this have to do with the potion you gave me?" Harry asked, exasperated.
"Well, it contained powdered minotaur horn, for one thing," Luna replied. "I don't recall if I mentioned that, but the potion itself was designed by a witch who was utterly ruined by the minotaur and sought a solution after that big meanie Theseus killed him."
"Ruined?" Harry asked.
"Normal men couldn't please her after she'd had him," Luna replied, "and she sought a way to fix that. Her potion apparently worked, but it needed a very special, very rare ingredient, and not long after she managed to get a working batch made, a blight took out the entire crop."
"Your flower," Harry breathed as he caught on, and she smiled.
"Mmhmm," Luna nodded. "The ancient world must have had some contact with the Americas to have found it, but for some reason they forgot where it came from, and when it died off, they thought it was extinct. Even in the Amazon, it seems to be pretty rare, though, and I am the only one to have grown in Europe in millennia."
"Where did you even come across the recipe?" Harry asked.
"The room," Luna replied. "I used it to research ways to make you more capable after I put together my harem plan."
Harry blinked in confusion, asking, "What?"
"My harem plan," Luna repeated. "I plan to gather together a group of girls utterly addicted to your wonderful penis and magically enhanced sexual prowess so we can all be really close friends and have beautiful orgies together, at least if you don't mind. Daddy says I really should ask for permission more."
"Wha...whatt?" Harry asked again, utterly baffled, and she sat up, giving him a view of her breasts and the multiple bruises on them. "What...did I hurt you?"
"Not in any way I didn't want you to," Luna replied. "Last night was wonderful, Harry; you left some bruises on me, especially on my very well-spanked bum, but they're nothing that bruise paste won't get rid of. As for your first question, I've wanted friends for years but never had any luck making them. Most people didn't like me because of the magical creatures I spoke about or because they found me weird in general, or because, as Marietta once put it, I was a freak."
"Luna," Harry sighed sympathetically.
"It's okay," Luna smiled sadly. "I never took it terribly personally because Daddy warned me that most people were too close-minded to see the truth of things, like the ministry's being about You Know Who. It was lonely, though, and when I asked the Room for books about how to make friends and even it didn't seem to be able to help me, I started to wonder if I just never would, but then I asked it for books about friendship, and it gave me the most wonderful series of picture books."
"Picture books?" Harry asked.
"I don't know what they're called, but I think they're Japanese," Luna replied. "The first copies the Room gave me were in a language that I think was Japanese, but the next batch were clearly translated into English. They're quite nice."
Suddenly, the room summoned a book right in front of him, and Harry's seeker reflexes helped him catch it before it fell. Looking down at it, he felt his cock twitch as he saw the images on the cover. It was some guy on a bed, surrounded by women, all of whom were as naked as he was. It looked like something out of one of his most depraved wet dreams, the kind that left him unable to look Hermione in the eye the next day.
"The girls in this are all the best of friends," Luna smiled wistfully, "because they have so much in common. I'll probably never find anyone here as interested in magical creatures as I am, but I'm sure I could find girls interested in having mind-melting, vagina-ruining, utterly addictive sex with a gorgeous, well-hung stud. That's what these girls share the most."
"Is that...porn?" Harry asked.
"The series does get very pornographic," Luna nodded. "Anyway, Harry, would you like to help me build a harem of beautiful women utterly addicted to your penis?"
"Wait, wait, wait," Harry replied. "What about Voldemort?"
"I really don't want to watch you have sex with You Know Who, Harry," Luna replied, and Harry shuddered at that particularly disturbing image.
"So your plan last night didn't have anything to do with the war?" Harry asked.
"I did honestly think that getting laid would relax you enough to endure Umbridge's vileness without giving in, but aside from that, no," Luna replied. "Why, did something happen?"
Harry just stared at her, unsure how to reply as his mind continued to race with the utterly insane things he'd just heard.
*****
"I can't believe they're all gone," Hermione said as she read through the article in the Daily Prophet a couple days later. Confirming the full scope of what had happened took a while, especially with the government utterly paralyzed, and a special evening edition of the Prophet had been released the moment official word came.
"I can't believe I'm never going to have to hear Malfoy say 'wait until my father hears about this' again," Ron added.
"Ron, that's in utterly poor taste," Hermione complained.
"That piece of garbage nearly killed Ginny," Ron reminded her, "and his son's a prick, plus, he's not here right now."
That was true, and, in fact, most of the children of Death Eaters were out of the school just then, having been pulled out by their remaining relatives to process their grief in peace.
"I can't exactly argue with that," Hermione replied. "Did Professor Dumbledore tell you anything, either about how he died or why it affected you as it did physically?"
"All he's said about the second part is that my cursed scar was holding me back in numerous ways, and it went away when he did. As for the rest of it, at the moment, the ministry is leaning towards a theory that he was attempting some dark ritual that went horribly wrong and he took the others with him," Harry replied, giving the story that the headmaster had come up with, since there was no way in hell he was telling anyone that Harry did it by having sex.
That theory had the added benefit of placing blame for all those pureblood deaths squarely at Fudge's feet, since, as he was actively arguing, if his warnings had been heeded, this might not have happened. It was more underhanded than anything he'd have thought Dumbledore would come up with, but it had gotten rid of Umbridge, as Fudge had already fallen in a non-confidence vote and the two of them were under active investigation, so he couldn't complain.
"In the end, You Know Who died, not with a whimper, but a bang," Luna commented, and Harry nearly choked on his pumpkin juice.
As he glared at the blonde, Hermione said, "I think that would be the other way around, really."
"Depends on how poorly the ritual went," Luna replied, and Harry wrapped an arm around her.
Leaning in, he whispered, "Behave."
The blonde grinned impishly up at him and rested her head on his shoulder as they continued to have dinner. The news of Voldemort and the Death Eaters being wiped out had been so massive that it completely overshadowed the fact that Harry and Luna had started dating. Granted, it had only been a couple days now, but he knew damn well that that would have been big news if not for everything else going on, simply because of who he was. Other than a baffled look from Cho and some angry glares from a few other Ravenclaw girls, it hadn't had much of a reaction yet.
"The last couple days have been so utterly bizarre that I haven't even thought to ask, how exactly did this start?" Hermione asked.
"I asked Harry to join me in the kitchens for a quiet meal together; we really got along, and then we spent hours having wild, passionate sex, and we've been a couple since the next morning," Luna replied, and Ron spit out his pumpkin juice, thankfully not facing anyone in particular, as Harry buried his face in his hands.
"Luna, remember the conversation we had about oversharing?" he asked.
"Oh, right, I forgot," Luna replied sheepishly. "Sorry."
"Wait, so you...bloody hell, mate," Ron chuckled as Hermione narrowed her eyes, looking suspicious. Harry was about to ask what was wrong when the doors swung open and Dumbledore walked in, making his way to him.
"Mister Potter, I would like a word," he said, and Harry nodded, kissing Luna's cheek and following the headmaster out as he led him to the nearest empty classroom. "You'll be pleased to know that I managed to get final confirmation last night that he really is gone for good."
"It's over then," Harry sighed, unable to keep the smile off of his face. "What was different about this time? Last time he died, he ended up a wraith and was able to return."
"When your mother's protection saved you as a baby and made Tom's killing curse rebound off of you and destroy his body, he unwittingly created a link between you," Dumbledore replied. "That link created a terrible weakness for him, and when you experienced a moment of genuine affection and love, that was so utterly anathema to his being that, because of the link between you two, it caused all of the protections he had created to safeguard him from death to unravel."
"Well, I'm glad we're going with 'ritual gone wrong' as our excuse," Harry said quietly. "I wouldn't want the history books saying how it really happened."
"Quite," Dumbledore nodded. "Anyway, I won't take up any more of your weekend, but I thought you'd want true confirmation."
"I did, and thank you for everything," Harry smiled.
"It is I who owe you my thanks," Dumbledore said, "as do we all, though I agree that no one really needs to know that in this case."
"One last thing, Umbridge is gone for good, right?" Harry asked.
"She is indeed," Dumbledore nodded, "and with so many of the more disagreeable members of the Hogwarts Board of Governors no longer with us, I've been able to rehire Remus Lupin, at least for the rest of the term."
"That's wonderful!" Harry exclaimed.
"I agree," Dumbledore nodded. "Good day, Harry."
With that they left, finding Luna waiting for Harry outside. Dumbledore nodded to her and continued onward, leaving the young couple alone.
"I brought you a mini treacle tart," Luna said, and Harry smiled, accepting the treat.
"Thank you," he replied. "Voldemort is really gone, by the way."
"That's great," Luna beamed. "So, have you had a chance to think any more about what we discussed last night?"
Harry winced and sighed before taking her hand and leading her into the classroom he'd just left, silencing it behind them.
"Are you really certain that you want this?" he asked, and she just nodded.
"More than anything," Luna replied, and he leaned against the door, remembering the conversation they'd had as they lay in bed the previous night, basking in the afterglow of yet another round of sex.
*****
"That was...amazing," Luna panted, grinning from ear to ear as she rested her head on his chest, practically purring.
"I'm amazed you were already willing to do it again," Harry replied, drawing little patterns on her back with his fingers.
"Madam Pomfrey gave me something that healed me right up," Luna smiled, looking up into his eyes. "You are still a lot for one girl to handle, though."
"Luna," Harry sighed. "A couple days ago, I had been on one date in my entire life, and it went poorly. I don't know the first thing about girls, and I have to imagine that dating multiple ones would be far more complicated than dating one."
"You've proven yourself to be very intuitive where I'm concerned so far," Luna assured him.
"You're just assuming that other girls would be interested," Harry pointed out. "I don't even know if anyone else is interested in me."
"Are...are you serious?" Luna asked, pushing herself up and staring at him like he'd just suggested that gravity was made up.
"What?" Harry asked. "I didn't exactly have to beat girls off with a stick last year when the Yule Ball happened."
"That's because plenty of them were waiting for you to ask them and eventually figured you'd asked someone else," Luna replied. "The only way that Ginny could make her attraction to you any clearer would be if she snuck up to your room, stripped naked, and impaled herself on your cock, something that she really doesn't think would be a good idea for some reason; probably Ronald's presence."
"I know she had a crush on the character of me as a kid, but…" Harry went to reply.
"Harry, you saved her from certain death," Luna laughed. "She'd want to fuck you even if you weren't as hot as you are."
"Oh," Harry nodded. "Would she be willing to share me, though?"
"Leave that to me," Luna replied, grabbing her wand and summoning a book from her bag. "There's more information in here."
"Luna's big harem plan?" Harry asked as he read the title aloud.
"Not that big," Luna replied. "Most of the girls I considered turned out not to be suitable for one reason or another."
"Lavender?" Harry asked as he opened it to the first page and found a drawn picture of the blonde on it.
"Your cock just twitched, so I assume you approve," Luna grinned.
"She's beautiful, but I barely know her," Harry replied.
"She's got the largest breasts in your year, is really sweet to talk to, has never made fun of me, and is really, really horny," Luna explained. "Apparently, she lost her virginity last year to some guy from Durmstrang, who was exceptionally well-hung, and he was really good too. It was just sex between them, but he kind of spoiled her, and the couple guys she's tried since haven't done it for her. All she'd need is a taste of you, and she'd be hooked."
"Fuck, I can't believe I'm seriously considering this," Harry groaned, feeling his cock surge again, and Luna giggled, wrapping a hand around it.
"Keep reading," she murmured as he flipped to the next page and found that she'd made notes along the same lines as what she'd just told him.
He kept going and found her entry on Ginny, his cock throbbing at the thought of the pretty redhead. As he moved past that, though, he came across one that made his eyes widen dramatically.
"Hermione?!" he exclaimed.
"She apparently has a very, very large collection of exceptionally kinky erotica novels in her trunk," Luna replied. "I figure someone into the kind of things apparently in those books wouldn't be out of place in an orgy or necessarily opposed to a harem scenario."
Harry just stared at her in silence for a moment, his brain struggling to process what he'd been told.
"What?" he finally asked. "How do you know that?"
"The house-elves really don't like her because of the whole S.P.E.W. thing and gave me far more information than I wanted when I asked about her," Luna replied.
"That's...not okay," Harry muttered.
"Yeah, I said as much as well," Luna replied, "but you know how they can get when they're really worked up about something. One of them did break your arm with a rogue bludger once."
"You're not wrong," Harry sighed, flipping to the next entry.
"Susan Bones and Hannah Abbott?" Harry asked.
"They get a joint entry because I'm fairly certain that they're lovers," Luna replied, making his cock throb. "They're also both really into you. Their eyes follow you often when you're in the same room."
"Really?" Harry asked, picturing the two beautiful, buxom Hufflepuffs together.
"Mmhmm," Luna replied. "The final entry is also two girls, but these ones I know for certain are a couple. I caught them coming out of a broom cupboard once, both looking quite disheveled and happy while I was practicing my disillusionment charms."
"Daphne Greengrass and Tracey Davis," Harry read aloud. "They're in my year?"
"Slytherins," Luna explained, and he gave her a look. "Before you say anything, keep in mind that neither one of them seems to have lost any relatives."
"That's...true" Harry nodded. "So this is the whole list."
"I can find more if you like," Luna grinned. "I wouldn't mind giving your stamina a real test."
"I'm sure that this group would test me enough," Harry chuckled, setting the book aside before wrapping his arms around her. "What if I decide that I'd really just like one girlfriend? Would that be a deal-breaker for you?"
"I really would like to be part of a harem," Luna replied. "It looked like so much fun in that book series."
"You will make friends without this, by the way," Harry added, "especially if we date. You've already grown on Ron and Hermione as it is, and that's without you being my girlfriend."
"I overheard Ron refer to me as Loony last week," Luna replied dryly.
"I'll have a word with him," Harry muttered. "Look, it is something that I'll have to think about because as much as, yeah, the idea is hot as hell, I just lost a lot of complication in my life, and this would add more."
"It would add a lot of fun too, something that having bloodthirsty psychopaths out there plotting your death never did," Luna replied, and he snorted.
"Well, I can't argue with that," Harry replied.
*****
"I'm tempted, I really am," Harry replied, "but I want us to try actually dating for a little while first. I've really enjoyed the past few days, and not just because I lost my virginity and in so doing somehow killed the immortal dickhead who murdered my parents."
"It will admittedly be hard to top that on our second date," Luna commented, and he snorted.
"You're willing to hold off on the whole harem idea, then?" Harry asked.
"I am," Luna nodded, wrapping her arms around his neck and smiling up at him. "I've really enjoyed the last few days as well. Truth be told, I really enjoyed getting to know you in general this year, Harry."
"Same," Harry murmured, wrapping his arms around her waist.
He had thought she was utterly strange at first, and Luna certainly turned out to be eccentric, but he couldn't deny that he was growing increasingly fond of her. She had proven herself to be a capable member of Dumbledore's Army to start with, and while he doubted that he'd have thought to ask her out, it wasn't due to a lack of attraction on her part, but more because he was utterly clueless with girls. Still, she'd taken care of that for him, and he couldn't possibly be happier that he'd said yes.
"Would you like to return to the Room?" Luna asked. "I have something I'd like to try."
"You're sure you're okay?" Harry asked. "You were limping pretty badly this morning."
"It was worth it," Luna purred, "and yes, I'm fine. It just takes my poor little vagina several hours to recover from the damage your big, fat cock does to it."
"Fuck, Luna," Harry groaned, and she grinned.
"Later," the blonde replied. "Snape and Umbridge might be gone, but the other professors wouldn't be particularly happy to find me bent over a desk and screaming my lungs out as you fuck me senseless either."
"Come," Harry chuckled, taking her hand and leading her off.
They drew a few gazes as they went, the feast having ended without them, but they paid them no heed. The best part of the story he and Dumbledore were going with about how Voldemort died was that he officially had nothing to do with it. If word had gotten out that he had killed the dark, regardless of whether it was through an epic duel like how Dumbledore took down Grindelwald back in the forties or fucking the shit out of a beautiful blonde until her throat was hoarse from screaming, it would have followed him around for the rest of his life and increased his already annoying fame. If Voldemort did it to himself, though, that was different, and Harry actually let himself hope that someday people might let go of the whole boy-who-lived thing. It wasn't likely, but he could dream.
"So what do you have in mind?" Harry asked as they closed the door behind them, looking around the now familiar sight of Luna's bedroom.
"You'll see," Luna replied. "Take off your shirt and sit on the bed."
"Just my shirt?" Harry asked as he complied, tossing his outer robe away and quickly unbuttoning his shirt.
"I wish you could walk around bare-chested," Luna mumbled, biting her lower lip as her eyes roamed over his muscular form. "Half the women in the castle would have signed up to join your harem by now if you could."
"It would make Hogsmeade trips around this time of year less fun," Harry quipped, referring to the freezing cold of the Scottish winter.
"I'd keep you warm," Luna purred, pointing to the bed and smiling as he sat down. "From what you were telling me of your aunt and uncle, I'm assuming that familial affection wasn't a big thing for you growing up, right?"
"That's putting it mildly," Harry snorted, only to gasp as she gently raked the back of her nails over his back, sending shivers down his spine. "Shit."
"Mummy used to do this for me all the time when she was alive," Luna replied, tracing nails over his skin in slow, winding patterns. "It was one of my favorite things as a child."
"God, that feels so good," Harry groaned, chuckling to himself at just how bizarrely pleasurable having his back felt. "You said you were nine when she died, right?"
"Yeah," Luna replied, her tone muted.
"I'm so sorry, Luna," Harry said sympathetically.
"I used to be angry with her for leaving," Luna murmured as she started crawling over his back with her fingers, "but now I'm old enough to just be thankful for the years I had. I can't imagine not having her or Daddy growing up, much less ending up stuck with genuinely awful people in their stead."
"Well, with Voldemort gone, I should be able to get away from them," Harry sighed, gasping again as her nails reached his scalp. "Sirius should get an actual trial now with the changes in the ministry, and if he gets freed, I could be free of them too. That would be another thing I would owe you for, by the way."
"I take payment in orgasms," Luna replied, and he laughed.
She leaned against him, massaging his temples, and he let out a long, slow breath as the scent of her floral perfume invaded his senses. He honestly couldn't remember a time in his life when he'd felt more relaxed, more at peace, and that alone was enough for him to want her. Sure, others said she was nuts, and absolutely nothing about their nascent relationship so far had been normal, but she was beautiful, she made him feel better than ever in his life, and she wanted him, and for Harry, that was more than enough reason to pursue a relationship with her, even with all of her eccentricities.
"Well, let no one say that Harry Potter doesn't pay his debts," Harry grinned, tilting his head back to look at her, and she returned the look before leaning in and kissing him.
He grabbed his wand and undressed them both, chuckling when she immediately shifted forward and wrapped a hand around his cock. As she did so, she put her breasts right in front of his face, and he didn't hesitate to capture one of her pale nipples with his lips.
"Mmm, that feels nice," Luna sighed. "I really need to find a lactation charm."
"Why?" Harry asked.
"Because having you drink milk from me while I rode you would be fun," Luna replied, and Harry chose not to think about why that sudden image made him throb with need. "Plus, it would make my boobs bigger."
"They're perfect from where I'm sitting," Harry replied, switching to the other nipple as she ghosted her nails over his abs. "Sit on my face."
"Okay, but don't go straight to Parseltongue this time," Luna replied. "We wouldn't want a repeat of last night."
"You fixed my nose fine," Harry shrugged. "It's not like it's the only time I've broken something."
"Hell, it wasn't even the first time I ended up with my face covered in my own blood during sex," he thought to himself, chuckling at the absurdity of that.
Luna crawled across his body, and he groaned as he realized that she had no intention of simply riding his face. The second her hairless slit reached his face, he grabbed her hips and pulled her down, giving her a long lick that made her gasp and shiver. She reached down and wrapped her lips around his bulbous head before pushing down and enveloping him in the wet warmth of her mouth. From that angle, she wasn't able to do any of the wonderful things to the underside of his shaft with her tongue that she'd learned how to do from books created by the Room, but it still felt incredible, and Harry groaned, thankful for the potion she'd given him and the effects it had had on him.
"I can't imagine I would last terribly long like this as I was, at least not until I'd experienced it a lot," Harry thought to himself as he swirled his tongue around the throbbing nub of her clit. "If it were under any other circumstances, being fed a potion that physically transformed me without being told everything it would do is something I wouldn't have taken well, but I can't really complain given the results."
He'd taken a cue from Luna and asked the Room for books on physical exercise, determined to maintain the muscular form he'd ended up with. The way that his new girlfriend practically drooled at the sight of his naked body was far too enjoyable to let it slip away. Moving up from her clit, he let his dexterous tongue dance through her folds, adoring the way that she tasted almost as much as the cute, muffled sounds that she'd been making since he started. He pushed his tongue deep inside her, taking full advantage of how much longer the potion had made it, and pressed it against the rough little patch she'd taught him to seek out. She moaned loudly around his length, pulling back as she realized what he was about to do, and a moment later, he spoke a single word in Parseltongue.
"Cum," Harry hissed, and she squealed.
"HARRY!" Luna shrieked, writhing in pleasure on top of him.
Harry held her as steady as he could, having learned his lesson from the last time about just how much she could bounce around as she convulsed in ecstasy and drank down her fluids greedily. The pleasure coursed through her entire body in waves, driving her wild, and he continued to tease her sensitive flesh with his tongue but avoided speaking Parseltongue anymore…
...until she stopped cumming.
"FUCK!" Luna squealed as he sent her careening into another mind-melting orgasm the second the first one ended, and Harry grinned.
He kept her going like that, making her cum over and over again before finally relenting when he felt her start to go limp in his grip. Carefully, he eased her over to the side, smirking to himself when he saw just how much she was shaking and babbling incoherently, and once he had her lying down, he moved closer and wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her tight.
"Am I paid up?" he whispered in her ear, making her laugh even as tears continued to stream down her face.
"N...nearly," Luna panted, whimpering when he cupped one of her breasts. "Want you...inside me."
"Once you've come down," Harry promised, kissing her neck before moving to her shoulder and down her arm.
"Created...a monster," she smiled, and he grinned.
"Well, you did use something a witch came up with to mimic the prowess of a bull," Harry chuckled, and she smiled as she reached up and cupped his face.
"I finally know why women throughout Knossos cursed Theseus' name for the rest of their lives after he slew Asterion," Luna sighed.
"Why did this version of the story not spread?" Harry asked.
"History's written by the victors," Luna replied. "That's why the good guys win every war."
Harry snorted at that and rolled her onto her back, tracing a finger down along her belly towards her dripping quim.
"Why do you shave, by the way?" Harry asked. "I like it, but I'm curious."
"I like how panties feel against my bare vagina better, when I bother to wear them, anyway," Luna replied, and he nodded.
"Are you ready?" Harry asked.
"Yes," Luna replied. "Fuck me, Harry...oh!"
He pushed inside her and groaned in pleasure at the feeling of her tight heat clinging to his every inch. She felt so damn good, better than he could have ever imagined, and it had taken him all of two seconds, even in his hazy state that first night to realize why people were so obsessed with sex after feeling her. His memories of that night, had come back over the course of the next day, something that had had the unfortunate effect of giving him random erections throughout it, but that had been a small price to pay for all that had come of it.
"Perfect," Luna gasped as he sank inside her to the hilt. "You feel...perfect."
"So do you," Harry replied, kissing her softly as he cupped one of her breasts and began to move at the sort of slow, gentle pace that he liked to start with.
His cock had already been pretty big before what Luna had done to him, and it had gotten even better afterward. He wasn't ridiculous or anything, but he knew he was significantly above average, and with the blonde being so small, he still worried that he'd hurt her. He hadn't yet, not counting the soreness she generally felt the next morning, but he figured it would be a while before he fully trusted that he wouldn't truly hurt her.
"I'm not made of glass, Harry," Luna smiled as she wrapped her legs around his waist. "Fuck me properly."
Harry grunted and picked up his pace, smiling as she immediately let out a loud moan. Her hands roamed over his back, and she raked his nails down it, barely any harder than she had earlier.
"That's...oh!...it," Luna moaned. "Fuck, you make me feel full."
"You're so bloody tight," Harry groaned. "Fit me like a glove."
"Like hot, wet silk, right?" Luna asked. "You mumbled something to that effect the first night."
"Like I said, bloody perfect," Harry replied, and she pulled him down to kiss him again.
Their tongues dueled for dominance in their mouths as he picked up his pace again, fucking her with long, hard strokes. The wet squelching sound of her dripping cunt filled the room, drowned out only by the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. Her moans and cries were muffled by his mouth, but when he broke the kiss and started trailing his lips across her neck, she quickly grew deafening.
"More, more!" Luna cried. "Fuck, just like that!"
Harry felt her start to flutter around his length and grinned. Having learned enough to know that he shouldn't change his pace or angle with her this close, he focused on keeping everything steady and, after wetting his thumb in his mouth, reached down to her clit and started rubbing the sensitive little pearl.
"Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop!" Luna screamed, reaching behind her head and grabbing at the sheets desperately. "I'm...I'm...FUCK!"
Harry groaned as he felt her start to spasm around his cock, trying to milk him. He might have been able to hold on longer if he'd wanted to, but he knew that after the number of times he'd made her cum with his tongue, another one was going to make her tired for a while, and he wanted to cuddle with her quietly until they were both ready to go again, so he let go, moaning her name as he let go. Luna whimpered as she felt him cum inside her, filling her to the brim with his copious cum, and held him tightly, running her nails through his hair when he rested his head between her breasts for a moment.
"I can...roll over," Harry offered, and she smiled.
"Just a sec," Luna panted. "Like feeling...your weight on me...for a bit."
Harry nodded at that, smiling at the feeling of her warm, soft skin under his cheek. Their relationship might have started out oddly, but he couldn't deny that he wanted to get to know Luna better and was looking forward to properly dating her. Having convinced her to at least put her harem plans on hold for a while, he figured that, as she developed the sort of friendships she wanted without it and the two of them continued to date, she'd eventually realize that it was a patently unrealistic idea that would never work and let it go. He totally wasn't going to give in within the next two weeks and start down a path of hedonism and debauchery beyond his wildest dreams. For that to happen, he would need to be dating a perverted genius more than capable of tempting others into indulging their most base and lustful desires.
In retrospect, he should have seen it coming.