Luck Potion No. 9 Chapter 5 (Patreon)

Tuesday found a very relaxed Harry Potter making his way up to Professor Dumbledore’s office.  The last couple days had been continued bliss for him and Luna, with the previous day allowing them to ensure that their schedule, such as it was, would work around classes when they started up again.  The two were up early enough that she was able to go down on him and shag him before breakfast, then get him off a couple times at lunch and a couple times before they went to bed.  She still insisted on having him finish twice a day in her mouth, twice a day in her ass, and twice a day in her pussy because, as she put it, “it would be rude to neglect any one of my holes.”

For his part, Harry was more than happy to indulge that particular eccentricity.

Less great was how things were with Ginny and Ron.  Neither had spoken to him in days, though he had at least noticed Ginny walking normally, if with more of a sway to her hips than she’d had before, so he was happy about that.  Ron and Lavender had made up immediately, as Luna had predicted, but he hadn’t said a word to Harry since.

“Chocolate frogs,” Harry said to the gargoyle, heading upstairs immediately after it opened.

He had long since gotten used to the headmaster’s sweets-based passwords.

“Ah, Harry, come in,” Dumbledore said jovially the moment he entered the room. “You can use my floo to head over to Andromeda’s office.  It’s in her home at 1170 Goodwood drive.”

“You okay, Professor?” Harry asked, noticing the man looking somewhat scattered.

“Hmm?” Dumbeldore replied, “oh, yes.  As you’ll see in just over a week, I will be taking over for Severus until I find another Defense Professor.”

“You’re teaching?” Harry asked with a wide smile.

“I must admit I enjoy filling in for the others from time to time, though it has been a while,” Dumbledore replied. “The novelty always wears off soon enough, and I do wish these opportunities came under less tragic circumstances, but teaching has always been my passion.”

“You know, given that most of the dark wizards in the country are dead, you might be able to rehire Professor Lupin,” Harry suggested, “unless Umbridge will be a problem.”

“Actually, it turned out Delores had taken the mark,” Dumbledore remarked, “and I was considering Remus.”

Dumbledore picked up a pile of papers on his desk.

“Anyway, I must be off,” Dumbledore said. “Remember, 1170 Goodwood Drive.”

He threw the floo powder into the fireplace and gave the address, walking through and managing to collapse right on his arse.

“Quite the entrance,” a voice behind him remarked, “though it’s far from the most spectacular fall I’ve ever seen, you have, I understand, met my daughter.”

Harry looked up and saw a pale woman with wild, dark hair.  She looked like he imagined Bellatrix would have if not for the more than a decade she spent in Azkaban and the serious case of the crazy.

“I’ve met Tonks, yeah,” Harry remarked, picking himself up.

“Ah, Nymphadora, fond of her name as ever, I see,” Andromeda sighed. “I trust Albus filled you in on what we’re going to do today.”

“You’re going to help me sort my memories from Voldemort’s and obliviate me of the worst of them,” Harry replied.

Andromeda merely tensed at the name.

“That is the long-term goal,” Andromeda corrected, “but for today, we’re going to work just on the sorting.  It will require a few appointments to take care of everything, and I will need you to come here about once a week until that’s done.”

“Did Professor Dumbledore tell you how I ended up like this?” Harry asked.

“He told me of the horcrux, yes,” Andromeda confirmed. “He had me swear a vow to relay nothing of what I learned in that conversation or any formal meeting between you and I here to anyone but the two of you, so you needn’t worry.”

She beckoned him to sit in a chair across from her own.

“Now tell me,” she continued once he had, “how have these memories come up so far?”

“The first time, it seemed like I was seeing things I had done,” Harry shuddered. “I freaked out naturally, and it took a couple moments to snap me out of it.  Since then, I’ve had a couple flashes where his memories bothered me, but I’ve managed to keep myself distracted.”

“I see,” she said, jotting down notes. “Okay, one last question before we begin, are you familiar with Legilimency or Occlumency?”

“Yes,” Harry muttered, scowling. “Severus Snape attempted to teach me Occlumency last year.  It didn’t work.”

Andromeda’s eyes narrowed, and she said, “how did he teach you?”

“Mostly just telling me to clear my mind, invading it, and then yelling at me for failing,” Harry snarked.

Andromeda jotted down more notes.

“Alright, now fair warning,” she continued “this will be unpleasant.”

“It’s Voldemort; I’d expect nothing less,” Harry sighed.

“Touche,” Andromeda remarked, “Legilimens.”

*****

Harry’s first appointment with Andromeda had gone about as well as could be expected.  Upon seeing how piss poor his mental defenses were, she informed him that she would be teaching him the mental arts as part of his therapy and that it would likely be months before it was over.  She had helped him start to distinguish more clearly between his own memories and those that weren’t his.  He’d ended up making appointments for early Saturday afternoons for the next month.  Wednesday, however, found him with his mind on something entirely different.

He had noticed Ginny heading to the quidditch pitch earlier and had followed.  He had anticipated her trying the second she was able to and had put on his gear after breakfast that day.  Luna had tried to get Ginny to talk a couple times, but she’d blown her off, and it was getting to his girlfriend.  He just hoped that once she learned that her flying wasn’t affected, she’d at least be their friend again.

Upon noticing him approaching, she called out.

“Don’t even think about it,” she said.“I’m doing this myself.”

“Madam Pomfrey said not to,” Harry retorted, “and beyond that, you neglected to book the pitch for practice.”

“No one would come out here on a Wednesday morning during the holidays,” Ginny argued, “and...wait, how do you know...”

“Because I checked and booked it myself when I noticed,” Harry replied. “Told McGonagall that I needed to work with one of our chasers because she’s been anxious about her performance.  Something I don’t really get since you’re walking fine again.”

“Been watching me walk, have you?” Ginny asked, scowling.

“Who hasn’t?” Harry muttered quietly enough that she didn’t hear it.

Ginny’s new hips and ass hadn’t failed to attract anyone’s attention.  There were some things even robes couldn’t hide.  He had heard through the grapevine that Dean had actually walked into a wall the first time he saw her.

“What was that?” she asked, glaring.

“Nothing,” Harry replied. “Let’s just run some basic drills and see how you are.”

“I told you I don’t need your help,” Ginny insisted.

“And I told you I was helping,” Harry argued back. “I have the bloody pitch for the next three hours, and I am your captain.”

“You’re seriously pulling rank on me?!” Ginny raged.

“Yes, I bloody well am!” Harry growled. “Who do you think Professor McGonagall will kill if we lose to Slytherin because I inadvertently worsened your flying skills?  I’m captain of the team and had a hand, indirect as it was, in this.”

Ginny just growled and put her broom between her legs.  The image of Ginny straddling her broom hadn’t failed to turn him all year, and her thicker thighs didn’t help that, but the image did make him question one thing.

“Who resized your uniform?” he asked, mounting his own broom.

“Sent them to Mum with my new measurements,” Ginny replied shortly. “I needed a few things resized.”

“From the distinct lack of howlers sent my way, I guess you didn’t say how that happened,” Harry commented.

“She’d never send you a howler, Harry,” Ginny said as she rolled her eyes, “but no, I just said it was a magic accident and I was otherwise fine.”

“Okay, stay at about ten feet until we know for sure you’re good,” Harry instructed.

“Not an idiot,” Ginny muttered.

She fumbled slightly at the start but quickly improved, flying as well as she normally did, and Harry chalked her initial fumble up to nerves.  After a few minutes of basic flight drills, he flew over to the hoops.

“Ginny,” he called, “could you summon a quaffle from my bag?”

“Why can’t you?” she asked.

“Can’t do magic until Madam Pomfrey okays it,” Harry replied. “It’s a part of what happened to me and Lu.”

Ginny said nothing else, summoning the quaffle.

“Okay,” Harry called, “just take a few shots at me to make sure your balance is fine.  You’ve been perfect so far, so I doubt there will be an issue.”

Despite herself, Ginny flushed for a second at the praise before taking a quick shot, sinking the quaffle.  Harry retrieved the ball and tossed it back to her.

“Okay, I promise I’ll actually see the next one coming,” he joked.

The next few minutes served to prove both how good a chaser Ginny was and that Harry was in fact not a Quidditch savant.

“You’re a bloody shite keeper,” Ginny laughed, the first time he’d seen her laugh in a while.

“It doesn’t help that I’m up against our star chaser,” Harry shrugged, enjoying himself in spite of his incompetence.

Deciding to stop trying to use what he didn’t know and use what he did instead, this time instead of trying to block the quaffle, he dove straight for Ginny, causing her throw to go off and miss as she dodged him.

“At least I can do that much,” he grinned, his grin fading as he saw her glare at him.

“What the hell was that!?” she raged.

“I flew right at you, figuring it would throw you off balance,” Harry shrugged, confused. “I knew I’d never hit you in a million years.”

As he descended to get the quaffle, she followed him to the ground, shoving him the second they landed.

“What the hell?” Harry yelled, steadying himself.

“You could have knocked me off,” Ginny hissed. “Are you insane?  You wouldn’t have been able to catch me!”

“We’ve established that your flying hasn’t been affected by the changes at all,” Harry retorted. “I knew your flying well enough to know that you’d be fine.  What is wrong with you?”

“Me?!” Ginny replied incredulously, “you shag one of my closest friends, doing Merlin knows what to her with magic during it, and then she kisses me, fucking with my mind and body in the process...”

“Luna had no idea that would affect you,” Harry argued. “Do you have any clue how much having you mad at her is hurting her?!”

“Hurting Luna!?” Ginny screamed, “Luna’s not the one who had to fear her life’s dream had been fucked to hell; Luna’s not the one who found out the boy of her dreams wanted her only after he’d moved on with her best friend; Luna’s not the one who can’t stop dreaming about shagging two of her best friends!”

Throughout her whole tirade, Ginny inched closer and closer to Harry until their faces were nearly touching, and at the end of it, she wasn’t sure which of them moved first as she pounced him and he picked her up in his arms.  The two kissed deeply, her legs wrapping around his waist as days of pent-up lust threatened to consume her.  With a burst of realization at what they were doing, however, she pulled back and jumped off him, flushing beet red and running from the confused and equally aroused boy.

*****

“She jumped you?” Luna asked him a while later.

“Full on,” Harry replied, trying not to think of how odd it was to be discussing his making out with another girl with his girlfriend “then she took off.”

“I need to speak with her,” Luna decided. “Can you check the map and see where she is?”

“Sure,” Harry said, pulling it out of his robes, “I think the dreams she mentioned might be what’s really freaking her out.  If the magic is making her dream of being with us, well, I could understand the idea of something controlling her mind getting to her.”

“The diary,” Luna tensed, the idea of bringing up her friend’s old, terrible memories scaring her, “oh no, why didn’t I think of that?”

“We’re not having dreams, though,” Harry pointed out.

“We have sex multiple times a day,” Luna shrugged. “That might be why, or it could be that it’s completely unrelated.  The magic might just be making her horny, not helped by the fact that she’s single now and has no outlet.  If we’re just on her mind, that could be all there is to it.”

“She’s in Myrtle’s bathroom,” Harry breathed. “I don’t think she’s been there since my second year.”

“The diary must be on her mind,” Luna guessed. “I’ll talk to her.”

“Alright, I have to talk to Professor Dumbledore anyway,” Harry said. “I remember where the rest of Voldemort’s horcruxes are, and he might want to get his hands on some of them.”

“Try to be back in the Room before it’s too late tonight,” Luna said. “I want to be up a little earlier tomorrow, so if we could have sex earlier, that would be helpful.”

“Anything for you,” Harry murmured, kissing his girlfriend.

“I’m glad to hear you say that,” Luna commented, “because I’d really like to try bondage soon.”

Harry just laughed in agreement and went up to Dumbledore’s office.  It was just after supper, so he figured the headmaster would still be willing to see him.  He gave the password to the gargoyle, and was pleased when it moved aside.

“Is something wrong?” Dumbledore asked as he entered.

“No, Sir,” Harry replied, “actually, I just wanted to tell you that I can clearly remember where Tom’s last horcruxes are.”

“Oh?” Dumbledore asked. “Why bring this to my attention?  They aren’t horcruxes now.”

“No, but some of them did belong to the founders,” Harry remarked.

Dumbledore sighed “I thought he might have used possessions of theirs; he was always obsessed with Hogwarts.  What were they?”

“Ravenclaw’s Diadem, a locket that belonged to Slytherin, and a cup of Hufflepuff’s,” Harry replied.

“Whenever you’re ready, we can retrieve them,” Harry said. “One of them is even in the school.  I’d get it myself, but I can’t recall clearly if Tom put anything on it, and I still can’t do magic.”

“I can’t take care of the others tonight,” Dumbeldore explained, “but if you could come here after your appointment, Saturday, we could retrieve them.”

“Will do,” Harry replied.

“Where is the one here?” Dumbledore asked, “is it in the Chamber of Secrets?”

“Room of Requirement,” Harry corrected, “it’s the diadem.”

“Lead the way,” Dumbledore said, following him out.

*****

“Ginny,” Luna called.

“Go away,” Ginny replied, her voice small.

Ignoring her, Luna entered the all but abandoned restroom.

“You won’t get her to say much,” Myrtle commented, appearing in the room. “I haven’t.”

“I’d like to try anyway,” Luna said. “Could you give us a moment?”

“Why not?” Myrtle shrugged, disappearing.

“This is where the entrance is, isn’t it?” Luna asked. “The entrance to the chamber.”

Ginny scowled at the other girl but didn’t bother trying to get rid of her.

“I haven’t been in here in years,” she whispered, “avoided this whole area of the castle when I could.”

Luna looked at the redhead.  Her eyes were dry, and she clearly hadn’t been crying, but she was paler than normal.

“Harry told me what happened,” Luna asked, “do you want to talk about it?”

“No,” Ginny replied simply.

“Do you need to?” Luna asked.

Ginny sighed “have you been dreaming about me?”

“I dream of you often,” Luna said. “Often we’re running through forests, looking for unknown creatures, though sometimes I am the creature and you’re seeking me out.”

Ginny took a deep breath.

“What about sex dreams?” she asked.

“Occasionally,” Luna replied. “I haven’t dreamed of sex much since I started sleeping with Harry, though.  He is very good in bed, you know, and I haven’t gone to bed horny once.”

“The first night after you kissed me, I had the most intense sex dream I’d ever had,” Ginny admitted. “It all felt so real, as if you and Harry were really there.  I’ve dreamed about you two every night since.”

“Is that why you were so angry with me?” Luna asked.

“I was angry when I couldn’t walk properly,” Ginny replied. “The dreams have just been freaking me out.”

“Because they remind you of all this?” Luna asked.

“I hate not being in control,” Ginny shivered, “or at least I hate the idea of not being in control of my own mind.  I know you two would never do anything to hurt me, but I just didn’t know if you knew what it was that was screwing with me.”

“Have the other dreams been as intense as the first?” Luna asked.

“No, thank goodness,” Ginny muttered, blushing. “I actually woke both myself and one of my dormmates up over that one.”

“It’s possible that the magic caused the first one while it was changing your body,” Luna posited, “but that the rest have just been because he and I have been on your mind, or that first dream has been at least.”

“What was it that happened between you two anyway?” Ginny asked. “The magic, not the sex.”

A short explanation later, Ginny stood there with her jaw dropped.

“So Harry, being Harry, put himself in danger just so he’d be good in bed, and this somehow killed the Dark Wanker in the process?” Ginny asked.

“That sums it up pretty well,” Luna commented. “Of course, as it turns out, he hardly needs magic to be good in bed.”

Ginny paused.

“How good are we talking?” she asked.

“I haven’t failed to lose feeling in my legs once when we’ve had sex,” Luna replied, a dreamy smile onher face. “He’s caring and ever so generous between the sheets; his tongue is magical; and he’s hung like a bull.”

“Wow,” Ginny breathed, “wait, he’s hung?”

“He’s huge,” Luna said, a wide smile on her face, her eyes closed in obvious thought. “Why do you sound surprised?”

“Oh, just something Dean said,” Ginny dismissed, frowning.

“You and Dean discussed the penises of other boys?” Luna asked, both confused and intrigued.

“Not as such,” Ginny replied. “The first time I saw his cock, I er, complimented him on how big it was.  I figured being a boy he’d want to hear that, and it wasn’t untrue, but without thinking, he blurted out he was the biggest in his dorm.”

“Oh?” Luna asked, her face showing disbelief.

“Well, I jokingly asked him how often he checked out his dormmates and he explained that Seamus, being a pervert, had brought in an enchanted measuring tape and dared the others to use it to measure themselves.  Dean claimed he was the biggest and Harry the smallest, though he didn’t comment on the order the rest fell in.”

Luna snorted ,“how big was he?”

“About this big,” Ginny replied, holding her hands about seven inches apart.

Luna laughed, “Harry was bigger than that before he got a size boost from the wild magic; he’d utterly dwarf it now.”

Ginny scowled. “Why would he lie about that?  It’s so random.”

“Maybe he thought from your reaction that you appreciated a large penis,” Luna shrugged. “Your old crush on Harry is hardly a secret, and Dean might have thought it would keep you from looking at him again if you thought he was small.”

“Appreciate a...I had only seen one up close!” Ginny exclaimed. “What kind of girl did he think I was?!”

“I think it’s fair to say he didn’t know you,” Luna offered.

“I don’t think I knew him either,” Ginny said.

“You do know Harry,” Luna pointed, and in a smaller voice, she added, “and I.”

Ginny’s face softened, and she wrapped Luna in a warm hug.  When Luna went in for a kiss, though, she pulled back.

“Let’s slow down,” she said. “I do know you two and I care about you both; I might even be able to say I’m attracted to you both, but with you two being a couple and me not even having thought about dating a girl, I would need to actually date you two and see how we work.  One thing you haven’t mentioned is how you ended up in bed with him in the first place.  I know you went to the Slugfest with him...”

“I overheard two girls talking about how their boyfriends liked it when they ended dates with blowjobs and thought that was just how it worked,” Luna explained. “I had no experience and hadn’t read on the subject, so I just went with it.  Things kinda progressed from there since, as it turns out, blowing Harry really turns me on.”

Ginny sighed at her friend’s naivety, “oh, Luna.  I’m just glad it was someone good like Harry.”

“He is good,” Luna said serenely. “He immediately offered to repay the favor and made me cum so many times in a row I had to beg him to stop.  Did you know parselmouths can make their tongues vibrate against things, because I didn’t?”

Ginny’s jaw dropped at the thought: “wait, he licks you down there.”

“Down there, up here, everywhere, he’s not at all shy with his oral attentions,” Luna sighed happily. “Did Dean not?”

“Wasn’t ever willing to,” Ginny grumbled.

“What about Michael?” Luna asked.

“I never did more than kiss Michael,” Ginny protested.

“How would you like to have dinner with us this Saturday?” Luna asked. “Harry’s been talking about showing me the secret routes to Hogsmeade.  It would be so much fun to dine with you both.”

“That sounds lovely,” Ginny smiled.“I’m looking forward to it.”

With that, the redhead left, by that point desperately needing some form of relief from how turned on she’d gotten during that conversion.  Luna figured she would since she herself was in a bad way as well, and she thought about how sad it was that Ginny was denying herself the perfect way to get that relief.

*****

“Holy fuck Luna,” Harry groaned beneath her, watching mesmerized as the blonde’s perfect breasts jiggled in time with her frantic grinding on his cock.

She had jumped him the second she joined him in the Room of Requirement and insisted she ride him hard.  He doubted there would ever be a time when he would object to such a request from her.

“Oh fuck right there, right there, HARRY!” she cried out, her face a vision of pleasure as her tight cunt rippled and spasmed around his length.

She fell forward, and he caught her, holding himself back a bit further from his own release.  He fucked her lightly from under her after her orgasm subsided, but mostly caressed her and just basked in the warmth of her body.

“I take it your talk with Ginny went well,” he said dryly.

“She’s joining us for dinner on Saturday at the pub,” Luna murmured into his chest.

“Really?” he asked, excited.

“Yes,” Luna replied. “For some reason she wants to date us first and then join us in bed.  She’s missing out,but whatever she wants.”

Harry could only chuckle as he kissed her head.

“I still can’t believe I’m dating a girl who’s actively trying to set me up with her best friend,” Harry grinned.

“You’ve had a hard life, love,” Luna murmured against his chest. “You deserve all the happiness you can get, and besides, I’m setting us up both up with her.”

His cock twitched inside her.

“Fuck me from behind?” Luna asked.

With a happy growl, Harry rolled them over, pulled out of Luna and then, flipping her over, entered her again in one hard thrust.

“YES!” Luna screamed, delighted.

Harry grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back, fucking her roughly.

“What would you do if Ginny was here right now?” he rumbled.

Luna’s eyes crossed as the fantasy took her.

“I’d...oh wow...beg her to let me eat her little pussy,” she moaned.

Harry groaned, holding himself back from his fast-approaching orgasm.

“Do you think she’d let you, or make you beg her more?” Harry asked.

“I...uh uh...I hope she…ahh…hope she would.” Luna struggled to get out as Harry drove her soaring towards her climax. “I’ve been a good girl.”

“Have you?” Harry smirked. “Moaning like a wanton whore around my cock, fantasizing about someone else?  I think you’ve been a very naughty girl.”

Luna squeaked and grabbed the sheets under her to help her balance.

“Naughty girls get spankings, though, don’t they?” she forced out quickly.

Without a word, Harry brought his hand down on one of her firm asscheeks, making a loud clap thunder through the mostly empty room.

“Yes!” Luna shrieked, “harder!”

Harry spanked her again, slapping the other cheek, and then hit her a third time.  The third slap was enough to send her tumbling over the edge of sanity, and she came with a hoarse scream of his name.  The feel of her spasming pussy was enough to send him over the edge with her, and the pair bathed in their shared pleasure, writhing together until at last they were spent.  Harry pulled out and collapsed on his back next to her, pulling her over into his embrace.

“You’re sure you’re okay with me saying things like that?” Harry asked after they’d both recovered.

“I know you don’t mean it,” Luna replied after a moment, “but it is fun to hear in the moment.  I like being the naughty girl you have to punish with your strong hands and massive cock; it’s such a turn-on.”

Harry shrugged, letting himself just enjoy the calming quiet of cuddling with his girlfriend.  It felt kind of weird, but he was willing to do pretty much anything she wanted him to, within reason.

“I forgot to ask,” Luna began, “how did things go with Professor Dumbledore?”

“Oh right,” Harry replied, “he was too busy to get the other two, but we retrieved the diadem from in here.  Turns out we could have done it ourselves; old Snakeface was so sure no one would ever find this room he didn’t curse it.”

“Did you figure out where the Cup went?” Luna asked.

“He gave it to Bellatrix, and given that she spent most of the last decade in prison, that narrows down where it could have gone,” Harry replied. “Dumbledore figured most likely it’s in her Gringotts vault, which I thought meant we were out of luck, but he said there might be a simple way to access it.  We’ll head to Gringotts after we get the locket on Saturday.”

“You’ll be back in time for our date, though?” Luna asked.

“Wouldn’t dream of being late,” Harry replied, snuggling closer with her.

The pair spent the rest of the night together.