Luck Potion No. 9 Chapter 2 (Patreon)

Harry woke with a groan, every muscle in his body feeling like it had been kicked in the crotch, which was nothing compared to how his crotch felt.  His cock, hard due to his morning-wood, was still buried deep inside Luna’s ass.

‘Luna,’ he thought to himself, his eyes opening fully.

He found his face buried in pleasant smelling blonde hair and his arm wrapped around a narrow, feminine waist.

‘Merlin’s balls, I’m sore,” he thought, struggling to move.

Bit by bit, the memories of his hours long, frenzied marathon shag returned to him.  His slight movements roused Luna.

“Ow,” she groaned, “Harry. please take your penis out of my ass.  It felt really good last night, but right now I feel like I shagged every centaur in the Forbidden Forest.”

Harry couldn’t help but feel proud of that comparison, even as his very sore body reminded him what a pillock he’d been.  Slowly, inch by inch, he pulled his erect cock out of Luna, his eyes scrunched closed at just how sore it was.  Finally, with a pop, he was out and rolled from his side onto his back.  Groaning, he looked down at himself and her.

“Wait, is my cock bigger?” he thought to himself, looking at Luna. “wait, is her ass bigger?  Wait, my glasses are on the table; how can I see clearly?”

His last thought was cut off by Luna’s hoarse scream.

“My head is throbbing; please don’t scream,” he muttered.

“Your head,” Luna murmured, her voice filled with fear.

“Yeah, it’s killing me,” Harry commented.

“No, look,” Luna said, holding a mirror that appeared from the room at her urging.

Looking at himself, Harry noticed that his face was covered in dried blood that seemed to have emanated from his forehead.

“Well shit,” Harry groaned, “that explains my head; why does the rest of me hurt?”

“Probably because you fucked me for the better part of two and a half hours,” Luna explained as if it were obvious.

“That long?” Harry asked.

Luna just nodded and said, “there’s a clock over there.  I happened to look at it before I passed out.”

“We should go to the hospital wing shouldn’t we?” Harry asked.

“Might be a good idea,” Luna replied.

“Dobby,” Harry called.

“Harry Potter, sir, calls...” Dobby cut himself off. “What is that smell?”

“Didn’t think of that,” Harry muttered. “Can you teleport people?”

“Dobby can,” Dobby replied.

“If we can wrap ourselves in our clothes from last night, he can just bring us straight there,” Harry explained.

“Not a bad plan,” Luna said, trying and failing to get on her feet.

Harry caught her before she could fall.

“Walking straight is going to be a challenge for a while,” Luna noted, “but that was an extraordinary performance last night.”

They grabbed their clothes from the bed and made themselves as decent as they could.  When they were done, Harry turned to Dobby.

“Please take us to Madam Pomfrey,”  he implored.

“Dobby be taking Harry Potter, sir, and Miss Loves-good to Madam Healy,” Dobby said, touching the pair with some obvious reluctance.

The two of them disappeared and reappeared in the hospital wing, where Madam Pomfrey and Professor Dumbledore were standing by the dead bodies of Snape and Malfoy.

“Mister Potter, Miss Lovegood!” Madam Pomfrey exclaimed, “what on earth happened to...oh, for Merlin’s sake...”

Her tone had shifted from first seeing Harry’s blood-stained face and then smelling the pair.

“Help!” Harry grunted.

Madam Pomfrey immediately hit the pair with about a dozen cleaning charms.

“Potter, what happened to your scar?” she asked.

“I have no idea,” Harry said. “My head is killing me.”

“I suspect I have an answer,” Dumbledore said, “but we should examine Mister Potter here first.”

“Professor, what happened to Snape and Malfoy?” Harry asked.

“Professor Snape,” Dumbledore corrected, “and I’m afraid they both passed away last night.”

“What?!” Harry exclaimed.

“There are wards that inform the headmaster when anyone in the castle dies,” Dumbledore explained. “Last night around midnight,they woke me to inform me that two people had.  Tell me, what were you doing when your scar started bleeding?”

As he asked this, Pomfrey finished sealing the cut up without a mark, further confirming Dumbledore’s suspicion.

“It was like this when I woke up,” Harry said honestly, hoping to dodge the question.

“And before you woke up?” Dumbledore pressed.

“We were having sex, Professor,” Luna answered.

Madam Pomfrey mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like, “James’ son, alright.”

“I see, and were you performing a ritual of some sort?” Dumbledore asked.

“No,” Harry answered, his embarrassment fading.

“Did you use magic of any kind?” Dumbledore asked.

“There was Harry’s Birth Control charm,” Luna offered.

“There’s no such thing as a Birth Control Charm,” Madam Pomfrey retorted. “Mister Potter, if you fed this poor girl some story about you being safe and she ends up pregnant...”

“I’m on the potion,” Luna explained, not caring in the least as she discussed her private matters with everyone present.“They’re for my cramps, but...if that wasn’t Birth Control, what was it?”

Harry wished dearly that the Earth would swallow him whole in that moment.

“It was, uh...” he stuttered, “that is, it uh, was a charmtomakemelastlonger.”

As fast as that last statement was, Pomfrey caught it and promptly paled.

“What kind of books have you been reading?” she asked rhetorically. “I’m going to require a blood sample for further testing.  I need to make sure you’ve done no permanent damage.”

“Damage?” Harry asked.

Without a word, she stuck him with a needle connected to a soft tube and drew enough blood to fill a small vial.

“I’m going to need to run a couple tests on this,” she declared. “I will tell you more when I can.”

“I’ll give you two some privacy until we know more,” Dumbledore said simply, drawing out the dividers with a wave of his hand to block their view of the bodies next to them.

As soon as he left, Harry turned to Luna, his heart sinking at her blank expression.

“Luna...” he began.

“You lied to me,” she said, her voice hurt. “Did you honestly think so little of me as to imagine that I’d make fun of you if you didn’t last long your first time?”

The disappointment in her voice cut him like a knife to the heart.

“Luna, it wasn’t that,” Harry tried to explain.

“Then what was it?” Luna asked, her large silver eyes full of confusion and hurt.

Harry cast a quick silencing charm before answering.

“I don’t think I lasted ten seconds when you went down on me,” he explained. “I was afraid that I’d be that bad when we actually had sex and you were so good to me; I just wanted to be that good to you too.”

“You made me cum so much on your tongue that I had to beg you to stop,” Luna retorted.

“That was after I had cast the charm,” Harry pointed out.

“That’s true,” Luna conceded.

“I swear I wasn’t worried that you’d react horribly if I was awful,” Harry said sincerely. “I know you better, I just wanted it to be as good for you as possible.

He reached out and grasped her hand.

“You could have really hurt yourself based on Madam Pomfrey’s reaction,” Luna pointed out. “If you got that page from the room, it must have contained further information on the charm.”

“I’m an idiot!” Harry exclaimed. “I rush into things without thinking, and I never learn.  I really never learn.”

“Oh Harry,” Luna sighed, her voice softening and returning to its normal, ethereal nature, “you’re not an idiot, you’re just impulsive.”

Seeing Madam Pomfrey and Professor Dumbledore coming back, Harry canceled the silencing charm.

“That will be the last spell you cast for a while, Mr. Potter,” Pomfrey declared. “You’ve done serious, but thankfully not irreparable,damage to your magic.”

“What do you...” Harry trailed off, noticing Dumbledore’s withered hand.  He suddenly had images of a ring, a terrible cursed ring, and the curse he put of on it, a curse he knew how to undo.

With wand movements and an incantation he didn’t know, Harry shot a purple light from his wand straight at Dumbledore’s hand.  The second it made contact, the flesh turned back to normal.

“What did I just...” Madam Pomfrey snapped before Dumbledore cut her off, and her eyes widened at the sight of his healed hand.

“Harry, how did you know how to do that?” he asked.

“I...I cursed the ring, why did I, why would I...” Harry gasped, panicking at his own knowledge.

“Harry, it’s alright,” Dumbledore insisted, “you didn’t curse anything.”

“What have I done?” Harry choked, “all those people...”

“Harry what's wrong?” Luna asked, her voice full of concern.

“Albus, what on Earth...” Pomfrey tried to ask.

“Harry Voldemort’s dead!” Dumbledore bellowed, eliciting gasps from both him and Luna.

“What?” Harry asked.

“He died last night,” Dumbledore continued. “I had someone check on Malfoy Manor as more and more reports of dead Death Eaters came in this morning.  He’s dead, Harry, for good this time I suspect.”

“How?” Harry asked.

“You two, it would seem,” Dumbledore replied, and ignoring the confused looks he got, he continued, “Harry, do you know how Voldemort managed to escape death?”

“No, that’s what we’ve...” Harry paused, more knowledge hitting him “horcruxes.”

“It was as I feared,” Dumbledore sighed. “How many?”

“Six,” Harry replied, “diary, ring, cup, locket, diadem, plans to make one out of Nagini.”

Harry paused for a moment and went pale.

“Seven...I...” he stammered.

“Yes, it would seem so,” Dumbledore confirmed, “last night when you used magic you didn’t understand, it would seem you caused a massive burst of raw magic in your system, which inadvertently destroyed the fragment inside your scar and, via the inherent connection between them, destroyed the others as well.”

“Including...”

“Yes, including Tom,” Dumbledore replied.

“Why are so many Death Eaters dead...” Harry went to ask before stopping: “I bound them all to myself, their lives...I mean, he bound all their lives to his own.  I have his memories.”

“Yes, yes you do,” Dumbledore confirmed, “and it appears you’re having trouble differentiating between them and your own.”

“They’re real memories,” Harry said simply. “It’s not like the pensieve; I’m not a spectator.”

“You mean he has You-Know-Who’s memories?” Pomfrey asked, horrified. “Merlin.”

“You’ll need to work with a Mind Healer,” Dumbledore said. “I’ll put you in contact with one of the best, but for now, I’m afraid you have more pressing matters.”

With that, he left to deal with the myriad other matters there were that morning.

“Our magic is a part of who we are Mr. Potter,” Madam Pomfrey explained, “it flows through our bodies like blood does through our veins and there are certain ways in which that flow of energy differs for men and women.  One of the least discussed regards sexuality.  As responsibly written texts on sex magic would explain, while certain spells can be used to stop a woman from reaching climax without risk, there are none which can be safely used on a man.  I don’t know how you learned such a spell and at the moment it matters little, what does matter is that you caused a buildup of magic in one particular area of your body and by doing so, disrupted the flow of magical energy throughout.

“Is it permanent?” Harry asked, paling considerably.  He didn’t quite understand what she had just said, but, if her tone was anything to go by, it was bad.

“That does not appear to be the case,” Pomfrey replied. “I do have to ask, however, how long did you keep the spell you used on?”

“About two and a half hours,” Luna replied.

“Merlin,” Pomfrey muttered, “that would explain the readings I got from your blood sample.”

“How bad is it?” Harry asked.

“Bad, but not untreatable,” Pomfrey replied. “It should take about ten to fourteen months for your natural flow of magical energy to be restored, and during that time, your control over your casting will be less precise than it was before.  After about a week or two,you should be able to perform magic safely again, but until then, another spell could seriously hurt you, so no casting.”

“Okay,” Harry agreed.

“More difficult than that, potentially, is that for those months, in order to prevent further buildups of magical energy in that area of your body,you are going to need to ejaculate six times a day,” Pomfrey continued “and you won’t be able to do so yourself.”

“What?” Harry asked, stunned.

“He will need to ejaculate within an orifice you mean?” Luna asked.

“Put bluntly, yes,” Pomfrey replied.

“I have to have sex six times a day?!” Harry exclaimed. “How?”

“I should think you’d be well aware after last night,” Luna piped up, without a hint of sarcasm in her voice, “but if you need a refresher, I’d be happy to help, you know, once the pain stops.”

Harry turned red at her offer, and Madam Pomfrey just rolled her eyes.

“On the topic of pain,” she interjected, “I have a couple potions for each of you that should help that and reduce the bruising.”

She handed them a pair of vials containing blue and green liquid.

“If you need anymore of them in the coming days,” she continued, “just seek me out.  In the meantime I’ll leave you two to discuss things.  Be aware, Mr. Potter, this is quite serious.  If you don’t do as I’ve said, you could be rendered a squib or even killed.”

With that, she left, removing the dividers and showing that Snape and Malfoy’s bodies had been removed.

Harry downed the two vials and groaned in relief when his penis stopped feeling like it was going to fall off.

“That is pleasant,” Luna commented after she’d drank the potions. “You did quite a number on me last night.”

“I’m sorry I hurt you,” Harry whispered.

“Don’t apologize for last night,” Luna objected, turning to lay on her side and facing him, “it was wonderful; you were wonderful.”

“The spell was wonderful,” Harry muttered.

“Do you always seek to deny your accomplishments?” Luna asked. “The spell didn’t make you explore, caress, kiss, and lick almost all of me until I was ready to scream.  The spell didn’t make you hold me and kiss me every time I came and rub those wonderful hands all over me until I’d recovered.  The spell let you shag me for over two hours, but that wasn’t the only thing that made you an extraordinary lover.”

Harry blushed at her praise and turned to her.

“But six times a day?” he asked, “are you really willing to have that much sex?  I seriously don’t want to hurt you.”

“You need to ejaculate inside someone six times a day; that doesn’t necessarily mean sex,” Luna pointed out. “You could cum twice a day down my throat, twice a day in my pussy, and twice a day up my arse, and that seems perfectly manageable.”

Harry gaped at the eccentric girl and finally grinned.

“You’re one of a kind, Luna,” he murmured.

“No, I read once that we all have a doppleganger out there somewhere.” Luna replied.

Harry laughed.

“Be warned though; I’m fairly sure I’m bigger now than I was yesterday,” Harry commented.

“Really?” Luna asked, intrigued, her eyes shining.

Harry squirmed slightly under her suddenly lustful gaze.

“Uh, yeah,” he said, “when I uh, pulled out of you this morning, I seemed to be quite a bit bigger.  In fact, now that the pain is gone, I realize I forgot to ask why I can see clearly.”

“I noticed you left your glasses in the room, but figured you had just forgotten them,” Luna said. “Now that I’m focused on more than how sore I was, I realize my breasts feel bigger too.”

“What could cause physical changes in us, though?” Harry asked.

“I think I can answer that,” Dumbledore said, reentering the room at that moment. “I think that when the horcrux in your scar burst, it released a wave of raw magic energy, which you subconsciously directed.  What changes have you noticed so far?”

“I can see clearly,” Harry replied before reddening, “and, uh...there’s been a change to my...well...”

“His genitals have grown,” Luna answered for him.

“So it affected the sensory weakness that had burdened you all your life and a perfectly natural preoccupation for a boy your age,” Dumbledore surmised,“as I said, it was subconsciously directed.  From there, it is probable that what was left of the energy was directed into Miss Lovegood.”

“I then subconsciously directed it,” Luna finished. “That makes sense.”

“It’s likely that you would still have some of it,” Dumbledore said, “so I would advise against casting spells for about a day.”

“I’m glad it’s the holidays,” Harry muttered.

“Quite,” Dumbledore agreed. “Anyway, the reason I’m here is that I wanted to discuss your options when you start seeing a Mind Healer.”

“I guess they’ll help him distinguish between what memories are his and not,” Luna commented.

“Yes,” Dumbledore affirmed, “but from there you will have options, Harry.  They could remove the memories one by one.”

“I was going to ask,” Harry murmured. “If it’s one by one, then I can pick and choose what to do with them, right?”

“You can,” Dumbledore confirmed.

“Good,” Harry said. “I’d rather not have to keep myself sane by saying over and over again in my head that I’ve never killed anyone, but it would be a waste to lose all the magic knowledge.  A surprising amount of it isn’t dark.”

“Tom did at one point in his life have some enthusiasm for just learning magic, yes,” Dumbledore said. “Would you want to lose the dark magic knowledge though?”

“No,” Harry replied, “if I do become an auror, that could actually be helpful.”

“True enough,” Dumbledore agreed, “I did want to thank you for saving my life.”

“It was nothing,” Harry said automatically. “You’ve saved mine after all.”

“Still,” Dumbledore continued, “I had come to accept that I was doomed, figuring that only Tom alone knew the counter-curse.  It seems a pittance, but one hundred points to Gryffindor.”

Harry just grinned.

“I imagine you’d like your friends to visit,” Dumbledore offered.

“Yes,” Harry said.

“I’ll have them informed of where you are,” Dumbledore promised. “If you’ll excuse me, I need to inform the school of what has happened.”

After he’d left, Luna turned to Harry.

“How much bigger?” she asked simply.

“Uh, well,” Harry stammered, “I honestly thought two inches in length, and maybe half an inch in girth.”

“Oh my,” Luna grinned, “I’ll have to measure it at some point.”

“Last thing I want right now is to get an erection,” Harry grimaced. “The pain is mostly gone, but I doubt that would help.”

“Fair enough,” Luna conceded.

A little while later, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny all walked into the room, and Harry found himself groaning internally that Ginny was there.

“Harry, we heard you were in here; are you alright? What happened?” Hermione asked, and turning to Luna, she added, “how are you involved?”

“We had sex,” Luna replied without care.

Three very different reactions followed that.  Ron grinned, Hermione gaped at the pair, and Ginny for a moment looked pained but quickly hid that under a mask of indifference.  Her warm brown eyes still betrayed her, though.

“How did that put you here?” Hermione asked once she recovered from her surprise.

“Magic, which I didn't understand the side effects of and do not want to get into the details of,” Harry burst out and added with a pointed look at Luna. “For the most part, we’re fine.”

“Just really sore,” Luna added, causing blushes all round.

“Only you could end up in the hospital wing over sex, Harry,” Ron joked, adding a silent, ‘nice one, mate.’

“I imagine Madam Pomfrey will release us soon,” Harry said.

“You would be correct,” the matron said, walking in at that moment. “You are both cleared to leave, though I would advise you to take care of what we discussed.”

“I guess we missed breakfast,” Harry commented.

“Yes.  Professor Dumbledore said you’d heard about the Death Eaters,” Hermione said. “We couldn’t believe it.”

“It’s over,” Harry breathed.

“I guess it didn’t have to be you and him in the end after all,” Hermione mused. “I knew Divination was a load of nonsense.”

Harry just chuckled, unwilling to correct her at that moment.

“Luna, do you want to meet in the kitchen for breakfast after you change?” he asked.

“I’d love to, Harry,” Luna beamed.

“I’m glad you’re both alright,” Ginny mumbled, her eyes distant. “If you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to go.”

“I’ll meet you in a bit, Harry,” Luna said, following the redhead and only limping slightly.

Finding Ginny a ways outside the Hospital Wing, Luna could see she was breathing quickly even as she gazed out the window.

“Ginny,” she started.

“I’ve accepted...that he has no interest in me,” Ginny lamented, her voice sounding miserable. “I’ve accepted that someday he’d find someone and start dating, but did it have to be one of my friends?!  Did it have to be you?  You of all people know how I feel about him.”

With that last comment, she turned to see Luna, and the blonde girl noticed how wet her eyes looked.

“Ginny...” she tried to console the other girl.

“No,” Ginny cut her off, wiping her eyes. “I have no right to be upset; he doesn’t want me, and I have to deal with that.  I’m with Dean, and I’m happy.  I’m really so bloody happy.”

Luna’s heart went out to her, especially with how bitter she sounded in that last part.  She knew that no matter what the other girl might say, Ginny was miserable with Dean, and then she remembered the bombshell that she knew could end that relationship.

“Ginny about Dean,” Luna began.

“What?” Ginny asked.

“Harry made an offhand comment last night you should know about,” Luna continued, “apparently Dean has been bragging that you suck his penis.”

“WHAT?!” Ginny shrieked.

“I didn’t get any details, and given that the two aren’t close, I imagine that Harry simply overheard what he said,” Luna replied. “I’m sorry, Ginny.”

“What must he think of me?” Ginny cried.

“I doubt he thinks poorly of you,” Luna consoled. “He might be somewhat new to sex, but he’s not the sort of guy who’d condemn sex acts between couples.  As for Dean, it’s the Mablewumps; they make boys think with their penises instead of their brains.”

“Yeah, well, creatures or no, if you’ll excuse me, I have to kill my ex-boyfriend.” Ginny growled.

“I wonder,” Luna thought to herself.

“Ginny, just a second,” Luna said.

“Luna I can’t right no...oh.” Ginny was cut off as Luna kissed her.

Whether it was due to her surprise or her emotional state, rather than pull back, Ginny found herself submitting to the deep kiss, closing her eyes.  With both their eyes closed, neither noticed the pulse of energy that transferred from the blonde to the redhead.

Finally pulling back, Luna whispered, “don’t give up hope just yet.”

With that she left, heading up to her dorm to change and shower and leaving a thoroughly dazed Ginny in her wake.

“What the hell was that?” Ginny thought to herself, wondering whether she should be more concerned with why she had enjoyed that so much or what she should do to her ex.

“Three times a day would be easier,” Luna thought to herself as she walked away, “it would only be once per hole.”

A little while later, Harry stood up from where he’d been sitting to greet Luna.

“Hey,” he said warmly, hugging the girl tightly.

The pair had both showered and changed, but he had managed to get there a good ten minutes before her.

“As I’m sure you can feel, my breasts did indeed grow,” Luna remarked, and bringing his hands to her ass, she continued, “as did my arse.”

Harry found himself with two handfuls of plump, firm ass and groaned as he felt himself getting hard.

“I take it you like,” Luna grinned up at him.

He snogged her breathless in response.

“That answer you?” he rumbled.

Luna just smiled and sat down, picking up the glass of pumpkin juice that appeared in front of her.

“Do you want to shag Ginny?” she asked as if she were asking about the weather.

Harry spat his pumpkin juice out, thankfully well away from her.

“What?” he asked dumbly. “No, I mean, I’m with you, aren’t I?”

“Technically speaking, we’ve yet to establish what we are,” Luna said in that same calm, serene voice she always had, “but I’m simply asking if you would like to have sex with Ginny.”

“Is this a test?” Harry asked.

“No,” Luna replied. “I’ve always imagined that I’d rather be a naughty schoolgirl than a spanking professor, though I suppose we could switch if you liked.  I guess you’d rather be a naughty schoolboy in that scenario, though I suppose if you wanted, I wouldn’t be opposed to a little gender-play.”

Harry just gaped at his not quite girlfriend, though he couldn’t help but get harder at the image of him spanking Luna.

“Answer the question, love,” she prodded.

“Yeah, I think Ginny’s great,” Harry replied at last, “but she’s with Dean, and I would like to date you.”

“That’s sweet Harry, and I would love to date you as well,” Luna said, smiling at him.

Harry relaxed and went to take another drink of his pumpkin juice.

“I kissed Ginny earlier,” Luna confessed.

Harry again spat out his pumpkin juice.

“Harry, if you keep that up, you’ll lose your entire drink,” Luna admonished.

“What do you mean?” Harry asked.

“Well, if it’s all on the floor you can’t drink it,” Luna commented as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“Not that, the other thing,” Harry pressed.

“Oh, well, I kissed her,” Luna reiterated. “You kissed me many times last night, and in so many wonderful places.”

“Why?” Harry asked.

“She was so sad,” Luna offered as explanation.

“Is something wrong?” Harry asked.

Luna starred at Harry and sighed. “Harry, she was upset because we slept together and she still wants you.”

“She still...” Harry sat there stunned, “but Hermione said she’d gotten over me.”

“She’d given up on you,” Luna corrected. “There is a difference.”

“But she’s with Dean,” Harry protested.

“Oh yeah, that was the other thing,” Luna said. “I told her what you said about Dean bragging about her oral exploits.”

“You what?!” Harry exclaimed.

“She had a right to know that Dean was telling, I’m assuming Seamus, about what they did in private,” Luna stated. “Would you tell Ron about the things we did last night?”

“No, that would be rude to you,” Harry answered.

“Precisely,” Luna said, “so I imagine that they’ll be done soon.  Once she’s single, would you like to shag her?”

“Are you offering to let me have sex with her?” Harry asked.

“Yes, I am,” Luna replied.

“Look, Luna, not that I can believe I’m turning this down, but if we date, I want it to be just us,” Harry protested. “I wouldn’t want you going off with some other guy.”

“Have the Wrackspurts clouded your mind, Harry?” Luna asked incredulously “Ginny isn’t a guy.  With so many of her brothers to compare her to, I’d have thought that would be obvious.”

“Wait, you would...” Harry paused. “You want to be with Ginny.”

“Yes,” Luna replied, “I would like the both of us to date Ginny.”

Images came unbidden to his mind. Ginny and Luna going down on him together, Ginny riding his face while Luna rode his cock, him fucking Ginny from behind while she went down on Luna.  With a groan, he felt a foot caressing his rock hard cock.

“Oh my, it has gotten bigger,” Luna praised. “I think I’ll take care of your first ejaculation for the day.”

With that, Luna disappeared under the table and made quick work of getting his cock free of his robes and boxers.

“Remember what I said last night, Harry,” Luna reminded him, “you really must stop wearing underwear.”

“Whatever you say, Luna...oh fuck!” Harry groaned.

Luna worked quickly to get as much of his thick, ten-inch length into her mouth as she could.  She choked the first couple times she tried to take it into her throat, but quickly relaxed her gag reflex enough to take another couple inches in.

After nearly a minute, Harry groaned, “gonna cum.”

Taking his warning, Luna pulled most of the cock out of her mouth and pumped it with her hand, swallowing spurt after spurt of thick cum as it came, not spilling a drop.  When she was done, she placed the shrinking length back in his robes, vanishing his boxers.

“Your balls are bigger too, Harry,” Luna said when she got back to her seat. “They produce quite a lot of semen.  That was much better, though, you lasted significantly longer, and I managed to swallow everything.  I must admit I feel naughty, though; I had my dessert before my meal.  We have to come back to that spanking idea I brought up earlier.”

“I’m dead,” Harry moaned. “Voldemort snuck into the castle a couple days ago, killed me, and this is heaven; that’s the only explanation.”

Luna simply grinned at him and dug into the breakfast food that arrived a few seconds later.