A Valentine's Surprise.. (Patreon)

Content Warnings: Deflowering, Breast Play, Spanking, Teasing, Begging, Bondage

Out of all the people in the world, the one person he did not expect to find joining him to drink away their sorrows on Valentine’s Day was Luna Lovegood.

“Do you mind if I have a seat, Harry?” Luna repeated her question, politely standing next to the only empty chair at his table. The Leaky Cauldron was mostly empty, which suited him just fine. Tom flashed him a toothy grin from across the room, and Harry gave him a half-hearted wave. It was nice of him to come out of retirement so Hannah could have the day off to spend with Neville, but his presence only served as a reminder of how alone he now was.

“Go ahead, Luna.” Harry waved his hand toward the empty chair before picking up his tumbler for a sip of the shimmering golden liquid it held. He coughed as the fiery ambrosia made its way down his throat, filling him with warmth and dulling his nerves.

“Thank you!” His spacey friend beamed, pulling the chair and flopping down on it. “I thought you were waiting for someone.”

“Not tonight.”

“Good! Me neither. I spent the day hunting kramplekins in the marshes.”

Well, that explains the smidge of dirt on her chin.

“Did you find any?” Harry asked with a quiet chuckle.

Why did I ever find her annoying?

With age came wisdom, and he realized that Luna Lovegood’s eccentricities were strangely endearing. Everything about the innocent girl, in fact, was bloody endearing.

“No. They’re tiny. I think my net was too big.”

“Well, if you want, I know a shop that sells specialty equipment for magical creatures. I could take you shopping next week,” Harry offered politely.

“I would like that!”

Her radiant smile filled him with a warmth that he hadn’t felt ever since Ginny’s passing. He shouldn’t have cut himself off from all his friends. It had felt impossible to continue like normal after the funeral, and yet… a part of him had missed Luna, just as much as he missed Ron, Hermione, and Neville.

Harry cleared his throat, unwilling to dwell on uncomfortable memories. It was Valentine’s, and he was on a mission to get hammered, pick up a pretty girl and pay her twice her nightly rate to hold her in front of the fireplace.

“What’s your poison of choice?” Harry asked, trying to think of a distraction.

“I don’t drink poison, Harry.” Luna frowned. “You shouldn’t either.” She reached out to take his hand, gently squeezing it. “I know things have been hard, but that is not the way,” she murmured, uncharacteristically serious for once.

“I…” Harry chuckled. He’d forgotten how literally she took things at times. “It’s a figure of speech, Luna. What would you like to drink?”

“Oh!” She smiled. “Butterbeer, please.”

Harry gestured at Tom and ordered a butterbeer for Luna when he walked over.

“Things have been hard, haven’t they? You think… the war’s over… now we finally get a chance to be happy,” Harry muttered, peering into the amber liquid. “She survived the fucking war only for a freak flying accident to take her. An accident with a one in a million chance of happening.”

He couldn’t help the bitterness in his voice. He knew he was being selfish, that other people had far more reasons to mourn her than he did. But even after two years, he couldn’t seem to let her go. Every relationship his friends set him up with seemed destined to fail, so here he was, sitting alone on Valentine’s Day with a glass of firewhiskey and a sympathetic friend massaging his arm.

“I lost my mother when I was six. For so long… I was so angry. Angry at her. Angry at the world. How dare it take her away from me? Didn’t they know I needed her? Didn’t she? Why did she have to leave me?” Luna whispered, scooting her chair closer to Harry. The pressure of her hand massaging his arm increased. “Sometimes bad things happen to good people, Harry Potter. All we can do is put one step in front of the other and keep walking,” she said softly.

“You know, people always questioned you being sorted into Ravenclaw,” Harry murmured, opening the bottle Tom brought to the table and passing it to her.

“They did?”

“Some did. Idiots, the whole lot of them. I was always sure that the damned hat knew what it was doing. You are a wise woman, Luna Lovegood.”

“And you are a good man, Harry Potter.” Luna paused, sighing softly. “I miss her too, you know? She was my best friend,” she murmured, her voice barely a whisper.

“A toast, then, to her memory?” Harry raised his glass.

“Salut,” Luna murmured, a sad smile on her face as they clinked glasses. She took a sip, setting the bottle down on the table with a sigh. “What’re you doing here?”

“It’s too hard to be home for Valentine’s. We loved the stupid holiday. We’d spend it exchanging corny poems and the worst gifts imaginable with each other,” Harry reminisced with a fond smile and misty eyes. He cleared his throat before continuing, “now I book a room here and get hammered. I’m thinking about picking up a cute girl for the night, a decision I will probably regret come morning. What’re you doing in an empty pub on Valentine’s?”

“I had a sudden and inexplicable urge to be here,” Luna replied seriously.

“Maybe it was the kramplekins.”

“No.” Luna shook her head. “I’m a seer, you know? It runs in the family. My grandma was one too. This was a voice from the other side. It told me that I would find what I needed to complete my mission here.”

“What’s your mission?” Harry asked, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper.

“My mission tonight is to lose my virginity,” Luna replied, sounding completely serious.

Harry choked, nearly spitting out the firewhiskey in his mouth. He took a second to compose himself, slowly swallowing the liquid before turning to the girl. “That… you… that’s not something you have to do, Luna. You can do it when it feels right.”

“It feels right now.” Luna shrugged. “I want to do it. I even compiled the qualities I’m looking for in a man.”

“Oh.”

“He must be trustworthy. Dependable. Nice. A man like you, Harry Potter,” Luna said, smiling serenely at him.

“I… uh… Luna, are you…”

“You said you were looking for a woman for the night. I’d be much more comfortable with you than anyone else I’ll meet here tonight. We could hit two snorkacks with one stone!”

He had no good counter to her blunt logic. He didn’t know if it was the firewhiskey or the fact that he hated the idea of his innocent friend trying to pick up one of the strange men passing through the doors of the establishment on this particular night, but he couldn’t bring himself to dismiss the idea right away. It didn’t help that Luna had always been his biggest ‘What If’. He often wondered how things would have turned out if he had just summoned up the courage to kiss her at the end of their date at Slughorn’s party. He finally had the chance to find out. “Luna, you have to understand that I’m not looking for a relationship.”

“Oh, I know,” Luna said cheerfully. “You’re looking for a one-night fling that you’ll regret in the morning. I don’t know if I’ll regret losing my virginity, I guess that depends on how good the sex is.”

Despite his best efforts, Harry smiled.

Whoever ends up marrying her better be good in the sack. If he wasn’t, Harry was pretty damn sure that Luna wouldn’t shy away from brutally reviewing her husband’s performance.

“You’re not worried it’ll make things weird between us? I don’t want anything to ruin our friendship.”

“I’ve heard sex usually makes things better,” Luna said, draining her bottle of butterbeer. “Unless you’re bad at it. Are you bad at sex, Harry?”

Harry choked again. “I…” he spluttered, “I am not,” he whispered, his face red as he tried his best not to burst out into laughter.

Only Luna Lovegood could turn a one-night stand into a job interview.

I love her.

“Then I think you should take me up to your room.”

Harry emptied his tumbler, needing the liquid courage for what he was about to do. “Okay,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “But if it feels weird for either of us, we stop.”

“Deal.”

Luna extended a hand and Harry took it, gently leading her up the stairs to his room. It was the same room he always stayed in when at the Leaky Cauldron, unchanged from his Hogwarts days with the exception of the new curtains and the addition of a flower pot on the mantelpiece above the fireplace.

Luna too seemed unchanged from their Hogwarts days. She still barely reached up to his chest. Her height and slender frame, especially when combined with her big blue eyes, gave her an ethereal aura that he had always found entrancing.

She’s a fairy.

They paused in front of the fireplace, their bodies bathed in the orange glow of the roaring fire.

“I don’t know what to do,” Luna whispered, suddenly nervous.

Fortune favors the bold, Harry reminded himself. He was about to either make the best decision of his life or a horrible, horrible mistake. He wouldn’t know until he actually took the step.

He cupped her round cheeks, tilting her face as he leaned down and gently pressed his lips against hers. His hands ghosted over her slender curves, his tongue swiping over her pink lips, begging for entry.

Luna moaned quietly and Harry took advantage of her parted lips, plunging inside the warmth of her mouth. Her tongue timidly rose to meet the challenge, sparring with him for a second before submitting as they settled into a happy dance.

Harry’s shaky fingers reached up to unbutton the simple blue blouse she wore, gently pulling it down her shoulders.

His chest was burning and he knew he had to pull away for air, but he kept kissing her, craving an intimacy he had been missing for nearly two years.

It was Luna who pulled away in the end, her chest heaving as she gasped for breath, a giddy smile on her face. Her eyes remained closed, a thin trickle of drool connecting their swollen lips. “My first kiss,” she whispered serenely, helping Harry take off her top.

“How was it?”

“You are a very good kisser,” Luna said shyly, her cheeks pink.

“I won’t read too much into that,” Harry teased. He bent in front of her, unbuttoning her jeans and gently pulling them down her slender legs.

Luna tried to hop out of them, only to trip on top of Harry, giggling uncontrollably as their foreheads collided. “Sorry…” she whispered as Harry collapsed onto the floor on his back, Luna resting her head on his chest. “This probably isn’t very sexy.”

Harry laughed, unable to express just how happy she was making him.

Gin, if you set this up, send me a bloody sign. Because I think I’m developing feelings for your best friend, he thought, staring up at the ceiling. His hands moved to the strap of Luna’s plain white bra, gently toying with it as they lay on the floor, enjoying each other’s company.

A THUD caught Harry’s attention and he turned his head, watching the flower pot on the mantelpiece fall over. A single rose dropped to the floor, rolling towards them and pausing inches from his arm.

Harry turned back to the ceiling, an amused smile on his face. Subtle, Gin.

He unsnapped her bra, eliciting a surprised gasp from the girl as he deftly pulled it free and tossed it away. He grasped her chin, tilting her head towards him. “Are you kidding me? I’ve never been seduced like this,” he whispered, a happy smile on his face. “Ten out of ten, absolutely perfect.”

Luna giggled, shyly kissing his cheek.

Harry slowly sat up, the tiny blonde safely ensconced in his lap. He reached out and tucked a strand of golden hair behind her ear, staring at her with a mixture of affection and concern. “Are you sure you want to do this, Luna?”

Luna nodded. “Are you?”

“I would like nothing more.”

Luna slowly got to her feet, peeling off her panties and stepping out of them. She stood in front of him, waiting for him to take the lead.

Harry took a minute to admire her. She had grown her hair out. It appeared like liquid sunshine, tumbling down to her lower back in waves. Her breasts were barely a handful, perky mounds capped by large pink areolas and stiff nubs that his fingers itched to pinch and twist. Her slender legs were capped by a clean-shaven mound, and Harry could see a hint of arousal staining the inside of her thighs.

His cock twitched, and for the first time in a very long time, Harry realized he wanted to sleep with someone not because he felt like he had to, but because he wanted to.

Harry got to his feet, his eyes darkened with lust. “Undress me,” he ordered, his voice a low growl. “Take your time, sweetie. Explore,” he whispered, closing his eyes. Her thin fingers made quick work of his shirt and he wriggled out of it, letting it drop to the floor.

He sighed as her hands shyly ran over his firm chest, the girl tracing the various scars that dotted his sun-kissed skin with big eyes.

“Like what you see, Miss Lovegood?”

“Mhm,” she whispered, a trickle of arousal leaking out of her and running down her thigh. Her nipples hardened into stiff nubs, a funny feeling she had never felt before building up in the pit of her stomach. Her finger followed the trail of hair on his abdomen that led to his crotch, pushing into the waistband of his trousers.

“You can take them off,” Harry whispered encouragingly.

Luna nodded, undoing the button of his pants and letting them pool around his ankles. She grabbed his boxers and pulled them down his legs, gasping in surprise as his large erection sprang free and smacked her cheek.

“Are you okay?” Harry lazily opened his eyes, looking down at Luna with an amused smile.

“Y-yes,” Luna stammered, her pale blue eyes fixed on his throbbing manhood. “It’s bigger than I imagined,” she whispered, sucking her lower lip between her teeth.

“Don’t worry-”

“I’m not worried,” Luna cut him off. She tilted her head, looking up at him with her trademark smile. “I trust you.”

Harry’s heart was hammering in his chest. This… she… it all felt different, and he did not know why. He grabbed her wrist, pulling her to her feet before picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder.

SMACK.

He playfully spanked her firm ass, drawing a giggle from her.

“What was that for?!”

“For being naughty.”

“I’m not naughty! You’re naughty,” Luna shot back with a pout, playfully kicking her legs as he carried her to the bed.

Harry threw her onto the soft mattress, watching her tiny breasts jiggle with supreme satisfaction. Before she could react he was on top of her, his lips smashing against hers in a heated kiss. He grabbed her wrists, pulling her arms above her head.

“Incarcerous,” he whispered against her lips, his eyes flicking up to watch the ropes snake out of the headboard and wrap around her wrists, securing her arms in place.

“T-this is new,” Luna gasped as Harry pulled away, wriggling her bound hands experimentally. She was already more aroused than she had ever been touching herself, her thighs stained with her juices.

“Hannah’s been busy,” Harry explained with a smirk. “Luna, if you need me to stop, say pineapples. Do you understand?”

Luna nodded.

“Good girl,” Harry whispered, running his thumb over her bruised lips. “My beautiful fairy,” he murmured, slowly kissing down her neck. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, wrapping his lips around her throbbing pulse point.

“H-haaaaaryyyy!” Luna cried out, her back arching as Harry sunk his teeth into her alabaster skin.

Harry simply smirked against the huge hickey he had left on her neck, slowly making his way lower down her body.

“Who’s my good little fairy? Is it you, Luna?” Harry whispered, his fingers pinching her stiff pink nipples and gently twisting them.

Luna cried out, unable to distinguish the gentle sting from the pleasure coursing through her body. “I… I am! Please,” she begged. Her thighs were pressed together, the girl rubbing them in a desperate attempt to generate some friction.

“Please, what? I don’t speak fairy, darling,” Harry teased, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh of her pert breasts. He gently began to massage her mounds, causing her to arch her back to push them deeper into his hands.

“P-p-please,” Luna stuttered, the coil in the pit of her stomach tightening with every passing minute. Her aching womanhood demanded relief and there appeared to be none on the horizon. “Harry… please.”

“Would you like me to fuck you?”

“YES!”

Harry slowly rolled off her, taking another moment to simply admire his lover. A bead of sweat rolled down her temple. Her lips were parted as she panted, her breasts quivering with every shuddered breath.

Harry slid to the floor, grabbing her scuffed knees and gently pushing her legs apart.

“Oh, Merlin!” Luna squealed as Harry blew hot air against her sensitive core. Harry placed a trembling leg over his shoulder, turning his head and peppering her skin with kisses as he slowly made his way up. When he reached her thigh he stuck his tongue out, its rough surface running against her smooth skin as he lapped up her tangy arousal. “Please! GOD!” Luna bucked her hips in desperation. Harry’s experienced fingers had located her clit, gently pinching and massaging the sensitive nub. “Take me,” she begged hoarsely, her eyes unfocused.

Harry got to his feet once more, his now rock-hard cock twitching in anticipation. He bent her legs at the hips, making her rest her calves on his shoulder, his hands grabbing onto her knees for support. He slowly pushed his huge tip inside her wet slit, splitting her puffy lips apart.

“Ha-haaary,” Luna gasped, her body overloaded with a cacophony of sensations. Her tight pussy was being unimaginably stretched by the thick girth slowly pushing inside her, her walls burning as they tried their best to accommodate his size.

Harry was faring no better. Her pussy clamped around him with a grip of velvet iron and he was panting by the time he reached her curtain. He paused, taking a moment both to compose himself and to allow his tiny lover to get used to the feeling of his enormous cock inside her. “You okay?”

“As happy as a kinnelpat,” Luna responded with a quiet moan, gently wiggling her hips to indicate she was ready for him to move again.

Harry took a deep breath and turned to kiss her leg before slowly pulling out. “Ready?”

“R-ready,” Luna mumbled, steeling herself. She cried out as he ripped apart her flower with a firm thrust, the sharp sting slowly receding to a dull ache as the minutes passed. It was only then that she realized that he was fully sheathed inside her. She felt full, and she could have sworn she could feel him right up in her belly. Her eyes traveled to her stomach, to the barely perceptible bump it now had. “Keep going,” Luna begged, her body trembling with anticipation.

Harry slowly pulled out of her before pushing back in. He adopted a slow pace at first, letting her body get used to the new sensations it was being bombarded with. Luna had stopped speaking, her lips parted in a low, continuous moan as the pain turned to pleasure.

“H-harder?”

“Are you asking me or telling me, fairy?” Harry reached out and slapped her breast, causing Luna to groan.

“Harder!” she squealed as his palm connected with her breast again.

“Do you want me to fuck you harder or spank you harder?”

“GOD!” Luna whined in frustration. The pressure in her belly had built up to an unbearable point, and her body demanded release.

SMACK!

“Ah! Both, please!” Luna shrieked, the gentle sting spreading through her chest contrasting perfectly with the pleasure radiating from her core.

Harry tightened his hold around her legs before he started to rock his hips, ignoring the growing tightness in his balls. Every thrust inside her tight pussy caused her walls to clamp around his length, determined to milk him of his seed. He determinedly held on for now, but he knew he was fighting a losing battle.

SMACK!

Harry groaned as he sank into her snug warmth, his eyes fixed on the faint pink handprint blooming on her breast.

“Harry, you feel so good!” Luna kept babbling, interspersing praise with quiet begging, alternating between demanding and requesting release.

Harry kept pistoning in and out of her, punctuating every few thrusts with a smack to her tiny mounds.

“I-”

“I-”

Harry chuckled breathlessly, sweat pouring down his forehead as he kept up his unforgiving pace. “You first,” he whispered, gritting his teeth to keep control.

“I’m cloooooose,” Luna moaned. Even as she said it, the coil in the pit of her stomach finally exploded, causing her eyes to roll into the back of her head as her orgasm slammed into her. “Snorcacks! Krumplepines! NARGLES!” Luna screamed as she squirted, coating his cock and much of his thighs with her arousal.

“I’m gonna…” Harry mumbled, swaying in place. Her pussy had clamped down on his length in a vice-like grip, making movement all but impossible. He tried to pull out of her but even that slight movement was too much to bear and he exploded with a roar, slumping down on her as his throbbing manhood filled her up with his seed. Her legs fell down to the bed around him, his hands moving to massage her sore breasts.

He didn’t have the strength to move. He didn’t have the strength to think. All he could do was lie on top of Luna Lovegood and enjoy the afterglow of what had been the best sex of his life. “Give…” he cleared his throat. “Give me a minute. I’ll pull out of you,” he whispered, his voice still hoarse.

“I like you inside me,” Luna replied once she found her voice. “Can you free my hands?”

“Finito.” The ropes unwound from around her wrists and withdrew. She slowly raised her numb arms, taking a minute to rub her sore wrists before reaching out with a hand and threading her fingers through his messy black hair. The other hand wrapped around his back, ensuring he stayed on top of her.

“Are you going to regret this come morning, Harry Potter?” Luna asked softly.

Harry thought back to the mural on the ceiling of her room, to the happiness and joy he always felt with her. To the fact that he wasn’t consumed with the usual guilt he had come to associate sex with after Ginny. He felt happy after a very long time.

“No,” he whispered, “I don’t think I will.”

Notes:

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