Luck Potion No. 9 Chapter 3 (Patreon)

“You missed one hell of a row,” Ron commented as Harry sat down next to him at lunch.

“What happened?” Harry asked, not quite able to remove the grin from his face.

After their breakfast, he and Luna had spent a few hours together, getting to know one another better and Harry was surprised to find out just how well he got along with her.  They had been friends for a while, but they hadn’t been as close as he was to others.  Still, for all her unusual tendencies, he found himself having an easier time talking to her than he had experienced with almost anyone.

As she left to take care of a paper she had due in a few weeks, he found himself realizing just how much he had come to care for the eccentric blonde.

“Ginny laid into Dean like I’ve never seen her before,” Ron continued. “Girl’s always had a temper, but she was furious.  She put up a silencing charm so no one could hear what she was screaming at him, but we could see it.  She slugged him when he tried to talk to her, gave him her bat-bogey hex, and screamed after him that they were done when he ran trying to avoid the bats.”

“You have no idea what set her off?” Harry asked.

“No clue.” Ron replied, “If I find out what he did to hurt her, I’ll have to kill him; brother’s code you know, but I think she did enough for both of us.  She told Hermione, but she won’t tell me.”

“If Ginny wanted you to know, she’d tell you,” Hermione said frostily. “Just give her space; it’s been a trying day for her on multiple counts.”

“I’m her brother,” Ron argued.

“Which doesn’t entitle you to know anything she doesn’t want to tell you,” Hermione retorted.

Harry sighed as the pair got into it.  He supposed he should be grateful they were speaking at all, but he figured that had something to do with much of what had happened that day.  Eventually Lavender came and spirited Ron away, probably to some broom closet, leaving Harry alone with his bushy haired friend.

“How is Ginny doing?” he asked.

“She’s hurt,” Hermione replied, “but she’ll be fine.  Has it hit you yet that it’s really over?”

“He’s dead,” Harry breathed. “It all seems like a dream.”

“Did Professor Dumbledore tell you how?” Hermione asked.

“Uh, well,” Harry began, “look, I didn’t say anything earlier, but Luna said I could if you asked.  She and I kinda did it.”

“Wait, you two didn’t have sex, did you?” Hermione asked. “That was just a cover?”

“No we did have sex,” Harry replied. “That’s how we killed Voldemort.”

“I beg your pardon?” Hermione asked flatly.

Harry relayed the story of his night to her in as little detail as he could get away with.

“Oh Harry,” Hermione sighed into her palm as he finished.

“I freaked out, okay?” he tried to defend himself, very thankful for the silencing charm: “I didn’t want to utterly suck.”

“I’m sure Luna would have understood if you had,” Hermione offered.

“It wasn’t about that,” Harry groaned. “I just wanted it to be good for her, you know?”

“You’re a good guy, Harry,” Hermione smiled, “you just seriously need to read more.”

“Yes, mother,” Harry joked, snickering at her responsive glare.

“I can’t believe that after all that, two randy teenagers are what ended the most feared dark lord in a century,” Hermione said, shaking her head, “and you’re sure you’ll be fine after a week or two?”

“That’s what Madam Pomfrey said,” Harry shrugged, having elected not to tell her about how Luna had to get him off six times a day going forward.

“You got off lucky,” Hermione said, and then immediately turned red. “That came out wrong.”

Harry just snorted, “you’re not wrong, given the potion.”

“I still can’t believe Felix Felicis is that powerful,” Hermione complained. “Giving that to a student was actually highly irresponsible.”

“It ended a war, among certain other benefits, so I’m not complaining,” Harry grinned.

“It’s still in your system,” Hermione pointed out. “It might be why you weren’t more seriously hurt.”

“Probably is,” Harry agreed.

Noticing Luna skipping towards him, her limp now mostly gone, Harry undid the charm around him and Hermione.

“Hey Lu..” Harry was cut off by Luna’s kiss, which he responded to in kind.

“Hello Luna,” Hermione snipped in irritation.

“Hello Hermione,” Luna replied, pulling away from Harry, “you’re looking lovely today.”

She sat down between the pair, almost on Harry’s lap.

“I seriously need to find someone,” Hermione muttered almost imperceptibly under her breath.

“Might I recommend one of the Ravenclaw boys?” Luna asked. “You might find them more able to stimulate you than Ronald, intellectually speaking, of course.”

Hermione just sputtered at the frustrating girl and Harry grinned into his hand.

“Would you like to have sex?” Luna asked Harry without a care in the world, making a nearby girl nearly choke on her lunch.

“Luna, you can’t just ask that in public!” Hermione exclaimed, speaking as quietly as she could,

“Why not?” Luna asked, “I’ve always heard that the direct approach is the easiest way to get through to a boy; they are rather thick, you know.”

Hermione could only sigh and gesture for Harry to go.

“I’ll see you later,” Harry said quickly before letting Luna lead him to the Room of Requirement.

“I know broom closets are more traditional, but I just love the feel of silk sheets on my bare skin,” Luna explained as she got the room to summon the same kind of bed they’d had the night before. “I ran into Ginny again.”

“Oh?” Harry asked, wanting desperately to stop talking and get to more pleasant activities.

“Yes,” Luna said, explaining.

*****

Luna sat in the library, finishing off a paper due in three weeks.  She knew she had time, but she was, after all, a Ravenclaw, and she figured the further ahead she got with her assignments, the more time she’d have later for her new favorite activity, riding Harry like a hippogriff.  She was just about finished when she was interrupted.

“Why did you kiss me?” Ginny hissed, sitting down next to her and speaking quietly.

“You looked delightfully kissable,” Luna replied serenely.

“Luna?” Ginny asked, her voice weary, “what did you mean by me not giving up hope?”

“As long as I’ve known you, you’ve wanted to marry Harry,” Luna replied.

“I wanted to marry the boy-who-lived,” Ginny snorted, “also, I was a kid.”

“You’ve wanted the real Harry for a while regardless,” Luna pressed, “and you can still have him.”

“Luna, you’re dating him,” Ginny said, “aren’t you?”

“Yes,” Luna replied.

“Then what are you suggesting?” Ginny asked.

“That you date us both,” Luna replied.

“Uh, Luna,” Ginny pointed out, “I’m not gay.”

“I should certainly hope not,” Luna said, “it would quite unfair to Harry if I had you all to myself.”

Ginny just sighed at her longtime friend, saying, “I’m not into women.”

“Are you sure?” Luna asked, “you certainly seemed to be into me enough when I kissed you, and that was hardly the first time.”

“Luna, we were ten,” Ginny protested, “we were playing pretend wedding.”

“I always played Harry,” Luna remembered fondly. “It was such a shame your mother didn’t approve.”

“You were the one who insisted a wedding should be followed by a wedding night,” Ginny laughed.

“We were only kissing,” Luna said.

“In my bed,” Ginny pointed out.

“That’s what I thought adults did,” Luna shrugged, “we were fully clothed.  She’s lucky neither of us knew better.”

Ginny snickered.

“Are you really saying you felt nothing when I kissed you earlier?” Luna asked.

“I..er...it was nice,” Ginny admitted, “but I mean, I’ve just never really thought about myself being with a woman.”

“You don’t sound entirely convinced,” Luna teased.

“I..I’m not sure,” Ginny confessed, “how would that even work?”

“The three of us would date just as two people would,” Luna explained. “Polyamory may be uncommon, but it’s not unheard of.”

Ginny just sat there, lost in thought.

“Give it some thought and get back to me,” Luna said, kissing her cheek. “For his part, Harry is very attracted to you.”

“Wait, what?” Ginny asked.

“Did you not notice him moping after you the last few months?” Luna asked.

“No,” Ginny huffed, “why did no one tell me?  Why did he not tell me?”

“You were with Dean,” Luna replied.

“Don’t remind me,” Ginny groaned.

“It could work, Ginny,” Luna insisted, “you just have to seek it.”

With that, she left.

“I can’t believe she’s even thinking about it,” Harry admitted, “and wait, you used to pretend to be me and kiss her?”

“Mrs. Weasley never did let me back in the Burrow after that,” Luna sighed, “and I didn’t pretend to be the real you, just the one from the stories.”

“Which me do you prefer?” Harry asked with a wry grin on his face.

“Definitely the real one,” Luna replied, “story Harry never had a horsecock, at least I don’t think he did.”

Harry laughed aloud at that, saying, “can’t imagine them putting that detail in the kids books.”

“Maybe we should write our own,” Luna suggested.

“I can think of significantly more fun things we could do with our time,” Harry rumbled, snogging Luna and grinding his hard cock between her thighs.

“Clothes off!” Luna demanded.

With a couple spells, she banished their clothes into a pile and brought him back down on top of her.

He kissed along her neck and whispered in her ear, “I want to try something.”

“Oh?” she replied, intrigued.

“Sit on my face,” Harry begged.

Luna squealed at the thought: “and what do you want to do to me while I sit on your face?”

“I want to eat...” Harry started.

“No, really tell me what you want to do to me,” Luna requested.

Getting the message Harry sucked on her earlobe and whispered in her ear, “I want to lick your delicious little pussy until you scream my name.”

Every word went straight to her increasingly wet cunt.

“Lay back,” she insisted.

He did so happily and was soon rewarded with soft, pale thighs on either side of his head and a dripping, wet pussy, bare save for a patch of blonde hair above it, hovering over his face.  The heady scent of her arousal was just as intoxicating as it had been the night before.  She lowered her pussy to his mouth, and he immediately got to eating her out, drinking deeply of her juices.

“Oh Harry!” she moaned, “so good.”

He licked her with enthusiasm, driving his long, dexterous tongue as deep inside her as it would go.  He teased her flesh with his tongue, alternating between pushing it in and licking around her lips, purposefully avoiding her clit for now.  Luna just moaned and encouraged him to continue, loving his efforts.  He was about to go for her clit when he accidentally licked along a rough patch of skin a little ways inside her.  Licking that made her whole tunnel clench around his tongue, and so he continued licking it.

“Uhh...Harry...oh fuck...Harry what are you...eeeppp,” Luna squeaked and moaned as he kept up his oral experimentation, “whatever you’re doing feels...ahhh...good...odd but good.”

He kept licking that spot, digging his tongue into it as much as he could.  After a while, he started vibrating his tongue right against it.

“Oh fuck...don’t stop...oh HARRY!” Luna screamed, her orgasm coming suddenly and powerfully.

Without warning, she squirted, covering his face in her fluids and soaking him completely.  She grabbed the headboard with one hand for support and tweaked one of her nipples to increase her pleasure.  Eventually she got off and laid down next to him, still shaking.  He wrapped an arm around her and kissed her temple.

“You liked that, I take it?” he asked teasingly.

“Oh Merlin I soaked you,” Luna cried, wiping some of her own fluids off his face.

“It almost felt like I peed...that wasn’t...” She trailed off.

“No,” Harry assured her, “I’m covered in it; if it smelled or tasted like pee, I’d know.  Not that I’ve ever tasted pee, of course, but...”

“I know what you mean,” Luna said, relieved.“Stay there;I want to ride you.”

She crawled over on shaky legs and positioned herself over his cock.

“Time to see what it feels like this big,” she said, sinking down a couple inches. “Oh, Merlin!”

She lowered herself inch by inch, moaning and gasping as she went.

“It’s so much more of a stretch like this,” she praised, “it feels so good.”

“You’re so fucking tight,” Harry moaned back.

“A centaur mare would feel tight on this monster,” Luna giggled, sinking down to the eighth inch. “That feels about as deep as it got last time.”

Raising herself up a few inches, she brought herself back down, letting the last two inches conquer her depths.  Her eyes widened at the feeling of being utterly full, the crown of his cock resting just by her cervix.  Harry held the shaking, gasping girl and sat up, hugging her close.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Feels wonderful,” Luna whispered, kissing him deeply.

Pushing him back, Luna began riding him, working herself up to a steady, hard pace.  She looked down and saw just how obscenely her labia were stretched around the thick cock and groaned at how it seemed to be able to rub every sensitive part inside her at once, reaching farther than she imagined very many men could.  The thick veins made it feel almost ribbed and, certainly for her pleasure.

Harry marveled at the sight of the blonde bouncing on his cock, her face a vision of ecstasy, and her large, firm breasts bouncing in time with her.

“You think they’re an improvement?” Luna asked.

“I think they were great before,” Harry evaded.

“That’s not an answer,” Luna pressed in a sing-song voice.

“Yes,” Harry conceded.

“Good,” Luna said, grabbing his hands and placing them on her swinging breasts. “I like them better too.”

He squeezed and kneaded the firm mounds, eliciting further moans from Luna.

“Just like that,” Luna moaned, her hips by that point almost a blur as she rode him, desperately seeking release. “Just like tha...AHH”

She screamed and fell forward, cumming on his cock.  Harry caught her and held her, fucking up into her at a blistering pace.  Something he’d realized since they started having sex was that the magic that had fixed his eyesight and enlarged his bits seemed to have also given him a bit of natural staying power, and he had been holding himself back for a bit by then.

Flipping them over, Harry drove hard into her pussy, kissing her as he did.  She pulled back and licked his face, tasting her drying juices still covering him.

“You’re delicious,” Harry commented as she tasted herself, “all of you is delicious.”

“All of me, huh?” she asked with a grin.

Harry brought her leg up slowly to him, never breaking eye contact with her or breaking the pace at which he fucked her, and marveling at how flexible she was.  Once her foot was in reach, he brought it to his mouth and licked straight along her sole from her heel to her toes, sucking the big one into his mouth.

“Oh fuck that feels good,” Luna moaned, “my beautiful, dirty boy.”

He continued to suck on her toes and fuck her, playing with her clit with his other hand.

“Harry,” she moaned, “right there, fuck right there...”

She trailed off into a scream, cumming again around his cock.  She pulled her foot out of his grip and pulled him down to her to kiss him.

“Cum in me,” she whimpered. “I want to feel you fill my womb.”

Harry fucked her even harder, eliciting louder cries from the blonde beauty.

“Fuck Luna,” he groaned, driving his cock in to the hilt to fill her with what felt like a gallon of semen.

He reluctantly pulled out when he finished, and she whimpered at the loss even as he gathered her in his arms.  He brushed strands of hair matted to her face from the sweat that soaked them both.

“That was incredible,” he whispered.

Luna rested her head on his muscled chest, drawing circles on him at random.

“Your cum is so warm,” she cooed, “it feels good inside me.”

Harry just laughed lightly and continued to trail his fingers down her back.

“I can’t remember ever being this at peace,” he said honestly.

“People take for granted just how freeing it is to not have a madman out for their blood,” Luna commented.

“That too,” Harry laughed, “but just this, laying here, holding you, I could stay here forever.”

“I know Professor Dumbledore is fond of you,” Luna objected, “but I don’t think he’d be very pleased with that arrangement.”

Harry chuckled and kissed her head, making her sigh in contentment.

“I can feel my legs again,” Luna announced after a while, “and it occurs to me, I’ve only made you ejaculate twice today.”

Harry felt his cock twitched at that.

“Oh?” Harry rumbled.

“I did quite like when you buggered me before,” she grinned, “and if the stretch felt good before, I can’t imagine how good it will feel now.”

Without another word, Luna got on her hands and knees on the bed and cast a couple spells on her ass.  Harry remembered them as cleaning and lubricating charms.

Her ass had grown since the other night, and he found himself hard in an instant at the sight of the supple cheeks and the inviting puckered hole between them.  Crawling over to her, he kneaded and caressed her ass.

“Did you want to try spanking?” Luna asked.

“Another time,” Harry said, kissing her straight on her rosebud.

“Oh,” Luna mewled in surprise, moaning as he started licking the hole, “oh, that tongue is magical.”

“Told you,” Harry chuckled, “delicious everywhere.”

Lining himself up with her anus, Harry’s eyes bugged at how comical his fat cock looked against the tight hole.  He knew from last night that it would ultimately fit and that the lubrication charm would help.  He pushed forward with a groan, grabbing her ample hips for support.

“Oh fuck,” Luna moaned.

Harry’s eyes nearly crossed at the feeling of the hot, impossibly tight hole around him.  Last night he’d been fully focused on her, with no possibility of cumming himself.  This time, he knew if he didn’t hold himself back, he could easily get off.

Inch by inch, he conquered her, stretching her even more absurdly around his throbbing prick, until at last his pubic bone lay flesh against her firm ass.

“Fuck me,” she groaned, “so damn big.”

He pulled out and slammed back in, setting a blistering pace immediately.  Luna moaned and screamed with every hard thrust, fucking back against him as had as she could.  His balls, swelled to the size of limes by the magic that had grown his prick, slapped her still gaping pussy and throbbing clit.

“Already close,” Luna moaned, reaching down to rub her clitoris. “Try to cum with me.”

“I’m close too,” Harry groaned.

Howling each other’s name, the lovers went off like rockets, falling and writhing together as they came.  Sweet words and gentle caresses made up the rest of their afternoon.