13Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor

13Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor

Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor
Chapter Thirteen: Hooters Galore!

Disclamer: Not mine, I own nothing. I'm not making any money
WARNING: Harsh Language, adult themes, sexual situations (i.e. smut), bad spelling and grammar.

Author's Notes: This story is a broad farce with over the top humor (a good deal of it is crude and sexual) and OOC actions (that's Out Of Character if you don't know). Also, this is my first smut-ish fic. If you don't like sex and sex-based humor, do NOT read this!

Chapter Thirteen Summary: Luna lends her hand to the Hunt!

With a bounce in his step and a smile like he was the kneazle who ate the fairy, Ron joined Harry and Hermione for breakfast in the kitchen the next morning. Normally, the three friends would've had their morning meal in the Great Hall, but the House-Elves were still out spreading the word that the Great One had arrived. So the trio was forced to prepare their own meals.

Harry was loathed to admit it, but Ron was positively glowing (he was loathed to admit it because one bloke never describes another as "positively glowing" – well the Creevey brothers might, but not Harry).

"I hope you don't mind," Ron began while he shoveled great piles of food onto his plate, "but I invited Luna over for breakfast."

"That's wonderful," Hermione cheered. Harry could tell by the look on her face that his girlfriend was overjoyed because her plan had worked. Her cheeks were flushed and she had a smile that threatened to split her face open. Harry couldn't help but to feel happy for his best mate as well.

"I told her how to enter the kitchen, so she knows where to find us," Ron stated. "Anyway, I had the strangest dream last night."

"Was it about Luna?" asked Hermione. Harry knew she was hoping to hear some romantic story about Ron and Luna, even if it was a dream.

"No," Ron smiled even more when Luna's name was mentioned. "Harry and I were playing chess in the Common Room, and you were cheering us on," he said to Hermione.

"Well, what's strange about that?" asked Hermione.

"The strange part was that you were really loud," informed Ron. "You kept screaming 'Yes, Harry that's it!' and 'Sweet baby //Maeve//!' And every once in a while you'd kick out your legs and knock something over and then say 'Yes!' It was weird."

Harry nearly choked on his food as he heard Ron's tale. Harry could tell that Hermione wanted to run away and hide. Apparently, even though Ron had been dead asleep, he still heard Hermione's cries of passion when Harry had done his best to return the pleasure Hermione had given him before Ron returned from his date. Luckily, Ron had just thought it was part of his dream and didn't realize that Harry was using his Parselmouth and love-based magic to make Hermione a very happy and satisfied witch.

"So tell us about the date," Hermione said with a hint of hope in her voice. Harry reckoned that she hoped that Ron would drop the discussion of his dream.

"We realized it was a fake Lust Potion after…" Ron began, and his face lit up even more. "After we… you know. Anyway, I guess I need to thank for tricking me like that. If I hadn't thought you'd dosed me, I probably would've done something rash."

Harry wondered what Ron considered rash; apparently getting a hand-job in a pub from a girl he was set up on a blind date, after only saying hello to no less than two minutes before, wasn't an action Ron considered /'rash'/.

"So, as I was saying, after you two left, Luna and me, we started talking. She doesn't know much about Quidditch, but she says she'd like to learn," Ron stated as he continued to recap his date. "And she listens, I mean, really listens. I'm not stupid; I know that I say some pretty dumb things. Sometimes, I just can't find the right words, or I get frustrated and I say things I don't really mean. But Luna just sat there and listened to me. It was as if she knew what I was saying when I didn't even know how to put it into words. After a few minutes, she was actually finishing my sentences for me; do you know what I mean?"

"Yeah, we know…" began Harry.

"…how that feels," concluded Hermione.

With a smile, Ron went back to happily shoveling copious amounts of food into his mouth. But Harry realized that Ron's recollection of his date was a little lacking; it didn't explain his state when he walked in on Harry and Hermione the night before. Ron was utterly exhausted, and his clothes were a tattered mess. According to his story, after he received the public hand-job, he and Luna talked. As Harry knew, hand-jobs were nice, but they usually didn't leave one exhausted. And it definitely didn't cause one to get their robes all torn up. So Harry figured that something else must have happened to Ron, perhaps after the date ended. Maybe he wasn't paying attention while he was lost in his happiness over the date, and tripped down some stairs.

Before Harry could inquire as to what happened, footfalls drew the three friends' attention to the entrance of the kitchen. From the open doorway, a very happy looking Luna Lovegood strolled in. The first thing Harry noticed was her cute smile and the glow in her cheeks. The second thing he noticed was that she was walking funny, as if she was in some discomfort. He wondered briefly if she had fallen like Ron might have.

Hermione, on the other hand, lost her happy and proud look. It was replaced by anger, and it was directed at Ron. Harry was taken back at Hermione's sudden change in demeanor and was about to ask her what was wrong when she hissed across the table at their red-haired friend. "Ron. What. Did. You. Do?"

Ron hung his head in a mixture of shame, embarrassment, pride, and happiness but remained silent. Luna took her place next to Ron, but Harry saw that she was sitting a little funny. She seemed to place all of her weight on the side of her hip; Harry thought that couldn't be comfortable for her.

"Luna, are you okay?" Harry asked with concern before taking a bit of food.

"Harry, I'll explain-" Hermione began, but Luna interrupted her.

"I'm a little sore because Ronald made me a woman last night," the blonde witch informed them. Harry did, in fact, choke on his food this time. While Hermione was trying to help Harry breathe by slapping him on the back, Luna explained further. "After he came in my hand, we talked for a while. Then Ronald tossed me on the table and plowed my virgin fertile fields."

Finally, Harry was able to dislodge the bit of food that was blocking his airway and took a huge gulp of air.

"But, wait," Harry started. "Ron, you said that you'd figured that out it was a fake Lust Potion after the…" Harry paused, hesitant to say the name of that particular – and extremely fun – activity in front of Luna simply out of embarrassment.

"You mean, after he came in my hand?" Luna asked and Harry blushed. "Harry, it's called a hand-job. I'm surprised you didn't know." Harry gaped at her like a fish out of water as she turned her attention to Hermione. "It's a wonderfully easy way to please a wizard. I can give you some tips on how to do it if you'd like, Hermione." As Harry continued to gape at Luna, Hermione stared bug-eyed at the blonde witch. "First, you have to lubricate your hand; you own saliva will do nicely. Then you just squeeze – but not too hard though – and pump. It's fairly easy. I have to warn you though, the ejaculate gets all over," Luna paused once more and her smile got even brighter as she turned to Ron. "It was so warm and sticky… I just couldn't help but to lick-"

"But that doesn't explain why you two had sex!" Hermione interrupted to which Harry was grateful. He was glad that Ron and Luna had connected (though he was a little shocked to see that they had connected in that manner) but he didn't want intimate details.

"Hermione, I'm so surprised by you," Luna replied patiently. "That's the problem with some intelligent people; very smart when it comes to books, but a little slow in other areas." Luna began to speak slowly, as if she were speaking to a child, "Sometimes when a Hippogriff meets a Unicorn-"

"We were just caught up in the moment," Ron put in.

"Yes, we were caught up in the moment three times before Tom threw us out of the Leaky Cauldron," Luna clarified.

It was as if both Harry and Hermione's jaws had hit the table. Three times! Ron had shagged Luna three times! Including the hand-job, that meant that Ron had cummed four times!

Hermione looked at Harry and her eyes clearly asked,/ "Can you cum four times?"/

/Harry responded with his eyes, "Not in a row."/

/ /"Then we were caught up in the moment again in the alley behind the Leaky Cauldron," continued Luna.

"And then there was the time outside the twins' shop," added Ron.

"No wonder you're sore," Hermione muttered. Harry looked at his friend in shock and awe. Six times… one after the other. No wonder he was almost comatose when he walked into their dorm room last night. Along with the sense of awe, Harry's confidence was knocked down just a little. He realized, at best, he could do it twice, and then only if he was really riled up. And here Ron could do it six times!

"To be honest, each time was what I'd call /'short and sweet,'/" Luna confessed. A bit of Harry's confidence returned – of course it was at the cost of Ron's self-esteem. The red-haired teen looked like he had just been hit across the face.

"But of course it doesn't really matter now that I think about it," Luna cooed while caressing Ron's cheek. "I mean, we did have sex for nearly twenty consecutive minutes. I lost count of how many times I orgasmed."

"Twenty minutes!" both Harry and Hermione screeched and Ron beamed at his own masculine prowess. Harry knew that he was lasting longer and longer each time he and Hermione were intimate, but twenty minutes! He was lucky if he had lasted five minutes the night before. Harry was equally jealous and impressed with Ron's stamina and virility.

"I have to tell you something; witch to witch," Luna said to Hermione. "When a man ejaculates in your pussy as much as Ronald did in mine, you'd better know a good Cleansing Charm."

"This is all my fault," Hermione wailed. "If I hadn't tricked you two into thinking I gave you a Lust Potion, you could have talked a little and made a deep connection."

"But we did talk and make a connection," Ron countered.

"Yeah, they connected six times," Harry mumbled. "In a row."

"No you didn't. You talked for all of fifteen minutes," continued Hermione. "Then you shagged like a pack of… a pack of-"

"Peruvian Short-Tooth Love Monkeys?" offered Luna.

"Yes!" Hermione agreed – Harry knew that Hermione had no idea what Peruvian Short-Tooth Love Monkeys were or what their mating habits were like, but that she had agreed to Luna's analogy just to move the conversation, or rather, the argument along. After a second, Hermione continued, "I had hoped you two would have a deep and meaningful relationship; that you'd talk for hours and hours. But you two spent the night shagging each others' brains out."

"But we did talk," stated Luna.

"I know you did," Hermione said with a touch of disappointment in her voice. Harry knew that she was only a little disappointed with Ron and Luna's actions; most of the frustration that Hermione was feeling was with herself. Harry knew that his girlfriend was berating herself for not coming up with a better plan. "But you only talked for a short while, then you two had sex on one of the tables in the Leaky Cauldron."

"But we talked during that time as well," Luna said.

"What?" both Harry and Hermione blurted out.

"It's amazing what one will say in between thrusts," Luna stated dreamily. "I feel like I know Ronald completely." Luna turned to her boyfriend, and looked as if she was lost in his eyes. "His favorite color is orange."

"Luna's is lilac," Ron said as he too became lost in his girlfriend's eyes. "I didn't even know it was a color; I thought that it was just a flower."

"Ronald's afraid of spiders," Luna continued.

"So is Luna," added Ron.

"His dream is to coach Quidditch."

"Her dream is to prove to the world that Snorkacks really do exist."

"The three of you are hunting You Know Who's Horcruxes."

Harry's heart stopped beating for two whole seconds. He could feel Hermione tense up next to him.

"She's so creative with vegetables," added Ron, oblivious to the fact that his girlfriend just admitted that he had told her a very big secret.

"Ronald likes the smell of coffee," Luna continued. "But he doesn't like the taste."

"You told her?" moaned Hermione while Harry just looked at Ron dumbstruck.

"Why not?" Ron questioned. "I don't like coffee."

"No, you prat," Harry chided. "You told her about the Horcruxes."

"I did?" Ron asked himself more than anyone else.

"Yes, you did," Luna replied. "It was when we were outside your brothers' shop. You remember, it was when you missed your target."

"Oh, yeah," Ron said sheepishly.

"Don't worry Ronald, they are fairly close together now that I think about it," Luna consoled her boyfriend with a tender caress of his cheek. "It's completely understandable that you missed in the heat of the moment."

"Luna you're not supposed to know about it," Hermione said.

"Why shouldn't I?" Luna asked, completely befuddled. "I do know for a fact that Ronald missed."

"No, not that," Hermione explained. "You're not supposed to know about Voldemort's Horcruxes."

"Yeah, you can get in trouble," added Harry. "If Voldemort or his followers know that you know something, they will try to make you talk."

"Harry, you know as well as anybody, most people simply assume I'm insane," Luna put in. "Even if I did get caught, no one would bother to listen to me. Besides, I think I can help you. And I want to help any way I can."

Pausing, Harry thought on what Luna said. He already knew that she was trustworthy, dependable, and intelligent. She had proven her loyalty and bravery when she joined them to invade the Department of Mysteries. Harry decided that he believed that she could indeed help with their hunt for the Horcruxes. He turned to his girlfriend and with a simple nod of his head, told Hermione that he thought that the notion of Luna joining their group was a good idea.

"Alright, you're in," announced Hermione.

"Thank you," Luna beamed.

The two couples ate in silence for a moment before Hermione's curiosity got the better of her.

"Luna, you said that Ron told you about the Horcruxes when he missed his target. What did you mean by that?" Hermione asked.

"After pulling back too far, Ronald tried to reenter me, but he missed his target," explained Luna. Both Harry and Hermione were a little confused while Ron was blushing madly. "It was a bit uncomfortable at first, but Ronald seemed to be enjoying himself immensely so I just relaxed. I'm just glad that Ronald's penis was well lubricated by our juices from the pervious times he plowed my fertile fields, otherwise it probably would've been unbearable, if you know what I mean."

Harry gulped as Luna's tail… err… tale became clear while Hermione muttered once more; "No wonder you're sore."

Thankfully, any further revelations of Luna and Ron's incredibly successful first date were quelled when a hyper-active miniature owl zoomed into view. Harry realized that the bird must have found its way into the kitchen by flying down one of the unused chimneys.

"Pig," stated Ron as he tried to catch his pet. "Mum must've sent a note."

Pigwidgeon zipped past Ron and made a spectacular dive right into the front of Luna's robes. The blonde witch giggled and thrashed about as if she was being tickled by dozens of feathers – which in fact, she was. By the looks of it, Pigwidgeon was flitting about her overly large breasts, because Luna was involuntarily squeezing her boobs against each other by bringing her arms together, jiggling her mounds this way and that, while giggling uproariously. In other words, she was giving Ron and Harry quite a show; even Hermione seemed intrigued – though not as intrigued as the boys. After a very entertaining minute, Luna stilled and said with a glow in her cheeks; "I think he's asleep."

To prove her point, Luna pulled down the front her robes to reveal the small owl resting right in the valley of her cleavage. Pigwidgeon was hooting softly and rhythmically as if he was snoring peacefully. Harry doubted that the hyper owl had gotten tired, more than likely, Pig just really liked Luna's boobs and had decided to use them as pillows to sleep on.

"Ronald, aren't you going to get your post?" Luna asked.

"W-w-what post?" asked Ron as he stared dumbly at Luna's breasts. Harry imagined that Ron had a bit a drool hanging from his mouth at the time. Harry had to imagine because he too was staring at Luna's cleavage as well.

"The post on your owl," clarified Luna.

"W-w-what owl?" asked a distracted Ron.

"They're huge," Harry heard Hermione mutter. Apparently, she was just as enthralled as he was.

"The owl between my titties," Luna further pointed out.

"Oh," mutter Ron, and reached for his sleeping owl. On the first attempt, Ron completely missed the owl and wedged his hand in Luna's cleavage. He made no effort to remove his hand and left it there for a good ten seconds before he muttered, "Sorry 'bout that," in an insincere tone. Luna giggled – and jiggled – as Ron removed his hand and tried to grab his owl. Again Ron missed his target and wedged his hand in-between her boobs – and again, Luna giggled. Harry wondered if Ron's actions were accidental or intentional. The third time Ron "missed" Pig, Harry's suspicion was confirmed.

"Um, Luna," began Hermione. Harry saw out of the corner of his eye that Hermione was looking directly at Luna's chest. "I hope you don't mind me asking, but where the hell did those come from?" she asked and pointed a finger at Luna's orbs.

"Puberty," Luna answered simply, while Ron uttered another/ "oops" /when he "missed" Pig again. In her traditional sing-song voice, Luna explained; "My mother was similarly endowed, and my father often told me how much it vexed her when people assumed that since she had large breasts, she couldn't possibly be intelligent." Luna continued to speak in a tone that conveyed the idea that it was an everyday occurrence to have Ron fondle her breasts in front of two people while a tiny owl slept in her cleavage. "Simply because my mother was blonde and had very large boobs, people thought that she was dim; which wasn't the case at all. So to avoid the same problems that plagued my mother, I merely hid my size with various Glamour Charms once I started to develop.

"I wanted people to listen to what I say and not focus on my breast," stated Luna… well at least Harry thought that is what she said. At that time, he was pretty much focused on her expansive cleavage. Yes, Harry did prefer Hermione's boobs. But Harry was a man, and men tend to be entranced by any set of breasts; large or small. Boobs are boobs and men like them… a lot.

Luna cooed as she scooped the little owl out from its nesting area of her tits and plucked the post off of his leg. After she retrieved the scroll, she placed the sleeping bird back where she had picked him up. Pig appeared to snuggle into a more comfortable position in her cleavage.

"You can remove your hand now, Ronald," Luna requested in her dreamy voice. "But mind that you don't bother Pigwidgeon, he's sleeping."

Ron dejectedly slid his hand out from his new girlfriend's cleavage and Luna unrolled the scroll and began to read aloud.

"Dearest Ron,

Your sister and I have had a few… conversations over the past few days and I have finally made her see the errors of her actions. Normally, her behavior would merit stern punishment, but her sixteenth birthday is near. And after all, a witch only has one sixteenth birthday.

Thankfully, I've been able to convince your sister to grow up and accept that Harry has moved on. More importantly, she has come to realize that her behavior and actions were unacceptable. To this end, Ginny has given me an Unbreakable Vow stating that she will not make any more advances on Harry or try to disrupt his current relationship. Would you please extend an invitation to Harry and Hermione to come to Ginny's birthday party? All the family as well as a number of friends will be here.

Sadly, neither Remus nor Tonks will be able to attend. Tonks will be on patrol and unfortunately, Ginny's birthday falls on a full moon this year.

I hope to see you and your friends on the eleventh.



PS do buy your sister something nice, she's had a rough few days."

/ /"Luna, would you like to come?" Ron asked his girlfriend.

"Yes," Luna smiled, "as often as possible, please."

"How about you two?" Ron asked turning to Harry and Hermione (apparently Luna's joke went over his head).

Harry was hesitant at the idea of attending Gin-Gin the Erection Killer's birthday party. However, she had given her mother an Unbreakable Vow and if Ginny went against that Vow, she would die. Harry figured that he could get to spend some time with a family that he loved and Ginny would have to behave herself. If she didn't, she'd die. So, either way, it looked like it was going to be a good day for him.

"We'd love to," Hermione answered for the two of them. Harry wondered if Hermione had come to the same conclusion as he had.

"Fantastic," Ron heralded. "Let me just send a note back to mum."

Ron snatched Pig from his resting place between Luna's boobs. The tiny owl hooted in protest as Ron scribbled a quick note and attached it to Pig's leg. Before flying back up the chimney, Pigwidgeon looked forlornly at Luna's immense breasts and hooted sadly.

"So, what do we do for the rest of the day?" Ron asked while blatantly looking down Luna's top. It was obvious to everyone what Ron wanted to do for the rest of the day… perhaps in the nearest broom cupboard.

"We can discuss the Horcruxes," Luna suggested and Ron's shoulder's slumped. "Maybe a fresh insight would help?"

"Actually, that's a good idea," admitted Hermione. She gave a naughty smile to Ron and added; "And it's something you'll enjoy, Ron."

As the four friends made their way to the Gryffindor Common Room, Hermione told Luna and Ron about the han… the ritual that would locate hidden or missing items. Luna was genuinely intrigued by the ritual and how it worked, whereas Ron was honestly fascinated by the hand-job. When they got to Ron and Harry's room, Hermione handed Luna the 'special book.'

/ /Luna thumbed through "The Magic of Making Love" while Ron looked over her shoulder. The blonde witch paused at a familiar page in the book and asked; "Whose foot is that by her ear?"

"This is the greatest book…" Ron breathed. "Ever!"

"Remember, you'll have to focus on the Horcruxes. We need to know where the missing one is," explained Harry.

"We'll leave the two of you to it," Hermione said wickedly, and led Harry back to the Common Room.

As the couple re-entered the Common Room, a sudden thought occurred to Harry. Now that Ron was happily paired up with Luna, Harry and Hermione's relationship could move on to the next step; they could have sex. It was going to happen; he was going to make love to Hermione.

Harry had thought that when this moment came up that he would be eager and willing. But now that it was going to happen, he felt rather nervous and light headed. His hands shook and sweat beads popped up all over his face. Normally, Harry's moods never affected 'Harry, Jr.'/. His penis was always up and willing even if Harry was in a bad or apprehensive mood. However, /'Harry, Jr.' was apparently so nervous about the idea of getting to play inside of Hermione's womanhood that the poor thing hiked up its overcoat over its head and hid.

It was odd; if someone were to have asked him the day before if he was ready to make love to Hermione, he would've shouted to the heavens an impassioned "YES!" But the idea of actually doing it frightened him somehow.

Hermione must have caught on to Harry's discomfort – more than likely because she was still holding his hand and it was sweating like mad. She cupped his face in her hands and said, "Don't worry. We're not going to do the other ritual right now."

"W-w-we're not?" Harry asked nervously.

"I was waiting to see if Ron and Luna liked each other before I even started making the potion," she explained. She then added in an undertone; "And boy, do they like each other."

"How… how long until the potion is ready?" Harry asked with dread. He was afraid that Hermione was going to say something along the lines of "two minutes" and in that moment, Harry was not ready to lose his virginity.

"Seven days," stated Hermione.

A wave of relief washed over Harry. He relaxed and smiled at his girlfriend. Of course 'Harry, Jr.' was still hiding.

"But that doesn't mean we can't fool around," Hermione said coyly.

'Harry, Jr.' threw off his overcoat and bounced into action.

"What did you have in mind?" Harry asked saucily.

"Well, I've only tasted you once to see if my experiment worked," the naughty witch said as she rubbed herself against Harry's rapidly hardening organ.

"How about while you're doing your experiment, I give you a little…" Harry began and paused as he focused on an image of a snake in his mind. He finished by saying in Parseltongue; "… pleas-s-sure."

He took Hermione's hand and was about to lead her up to one of the other rooms when she pulled him back and pushed him onto the couch. "Wait, what about Luna and Ron? What if they walk in on us?"

"This coming from the bloke who ate me out right next to Ron last night," she said playfully. "You weren't so worried about Ron waking up and seeing us."

"But that was different," Harry argued weakly. "Ron was out cold; there was no way he was gonna wake up. And now Luna's up there and neither one is asleep."

"Harry, first they have to read how to do the ritual. Then they have to brew the potion," Hermione began. "And judging by what those two did last night, they won't be down for an hour. Once they're done with that the ritual, they'll probably be shagging like bunnies."

"Hopefully, Ron's aim has improved," muttered Harry.

"Before we get started, let me clarify something," Hermione slipped into her lecture mode. "You will not be doing that to me. To quote you: /'That's a one-way exit on me, mister'/." She finished her statement by slapping her own bottom.

"That's fine by me," agreed Harry.

While tenderly kissing his girlfriend, Harry began to slowly removed Hermione's clothes as she removed his. Harry paused after lowering Hermione's slacks. As he knelt in front of her, he stared directly into the eyes of "Hello Kitty."

/ /"I like these so much," Hermione said lustfully as she traced her fingers gently over the cartoon cat. "I had to ask Dobby to return them."

"You're such a naughty girl," commented Harry as he saw that her knickers were damp.

"How naughty?" purred Hermione.

The raven-haired wizard had an idea as to how to show her how naughty she was. He turned his girlfriend around and guided her so that she was bent over the arm of the large couch. Hermione arched her back so that her round bum was shoved up into the air in anticipation. Harry caressed her bottom through the pink cotton of her "Hello Kitty" knickers before giving her a playful swat.

"Oh come on, I've been naughtier than that," Hermione taunted.

A slap echoed off of the walls of the Common Room as Harry's open palm smacked Hermione's bottom.

"Ooh, that's more like it," Hermione moaned before biting her lower lip and sticking her bum out more for Harry.

Again, Harry slapped his girlfriend's rear and Hermione groaned in pleasure. He entertained himself by watching her bum jiggle as he alternated slaps between her left and right cheek. After nearly a dozen hard spanks, Harry decided that it was enough.

Slowly, Harry removed Hermione's special knickers. He was amazed at how red her bare flesh was. The heat coming off of her bum was intense as he marveled in the sensation. He massaged her tender and assaulted bottom causing Hermione to groan.

"Lick me now, Harry," she growled throatily. Harry leaned down and pressed his mouth to her neither lips. Her wetness poured down his chin and her pleasant musky odor filled his nose. Harry unleashed his tongue and his magic into Hermione's flower.

"Smack my bottom, Harry," Hermione pleaded. As he continued to eat her out, Harry's hand flew and smacked her arse. The brunette witch cried out and ground her moist lips against Harry's talented mouth. "Again," she implored, "do it again."

Her bum jiggled against his face when he spanked her. Hermione cried out "Sweet baby Maeve!" as she orgasmed and erupted into Harry's mouth. He lapped up her juices happily as she gushed over and over.

Harry stood over her proudly as she rolled over and sat up. Her body was flush and her eyes were dark with lust.

"Get out of those effing boxers right now!" she growled.

Harry couldn't have possibly taken his undergarment off any faster. After he tossed his boxers aside, Hermione remove her bra and freed 'Natasha' and /'Carmella'/.

"Lay on the couch," ordered Hermione. Harry quickly flopped down on the couch with 'Harry, Jr.' pointing straight up at the ceiling. Hermione crawled over him so that her flower was right over his eager lips.

What happened next was a game; one where each person would try to out-pleasure the other. Hermione slurped, sucked, bobbed, and hummed Harry's special theme on his member, while Harry ravished her with his tongue, using both his Love and Parsletongue magics.

In a few minutes, Harry felt the pressure build up in his loins.

"Hermione… I'm gonna…" Harry began.

"Shut the hell up and get back to work!" Hermione commanded – at least that's what Harry thought she said. 'Harry, Jr.' was still in her mouth when she spoke, so it sounded more like "Suphz du helth oot und githe tou wurt!" But Harry got the general idea.

With a grunt as a warning, Harry came. He buried his face into Hermione's flowing flower as she gulped up his load. She continued to swallow and suck his penis even after he was finished cumming. With a slurping noise from Hermione, a limp 'Harry, Jr.' flopped out of her mouth.

"Yeah, it's working," Hermione commented. Whether she was commenting on her experiment to adjust the taste of Harry's seed or if she was referencing his cunnilingus technique, Harry didn't know.

Harry continued to work his magic on Hermione's flower and in a short amount of time; he felt her begin to tense up. She sat up on his face – which gave Harry a wonderfully close-up view of her still red bum – and ground her hips into him. In the heat of the moment, she dug her nails into his chest which caused Harry to growl in a combination of pleasure and pain. Of course, he growled right into her pussy which sent her over the edge.

Hermione's muscles locked up and she bucked on top of him. Harry clamped down on her legs and hung on as he continued to eat her out. He swallowed her juices as she howled. After she climaxed, Hermione slumped on top of her boyfriend.

However, Harry had no intention of stopping there. He licked, suckled and nibbled at Hermione's petals and bud. Hermione panted heavily as she rose up to sit on Harry's face again. She thrashed around and groaned; Harry could tell that she wouldn't last much longer this time around.

"I've found them all," a voice that definitely didn't belong to Hermione announced.

Hermione tensed up again but Harry knew that it wasn't the "Oh, God I cumming!" sort of tense. But rather it was the "Oh, God, somebody is standing right next to us!" tense.

"I said 'I've found them'," the voice repeated. Harry wasn't able to see – because his girlfriend was frozen in fear as she sat on his face (which was quite nice) – but he could tell from the sing-song tone that it was Luna, and that she was standing very close to them.

"I've found them," Luna repeated yet again. "Isn't it wonderful?"

Harry could tell from her tone that Luna was waiting for some kind of response. Seeing that Hermione hadn't moved or uttered a sound since Luna first spoke up; Harry answered.

"That's great, Luna," he stated flatly.

What Harry didn't know was that he was still speaking in Parseltongue. And seeing that Hermione's flower was still pressed up against his mouth, Harry used his magical language and spoke directly into Hermione's womanhood.

"OH MERLIN!" screamed Hermione as she climaxed and flooded Harry's mouth. "I'M CUMMING!"

Bucking wildly, Hermione uncontrollably fell off of Harry and crashed to the floor next to the couch. Hermione continued to spasm and moan, riding out her orgasm.

Finally able to see, Harry stared gob smacked at a very topless Luna standing no less than three feet from him. Even though he wasn't wearing his glasses, Harry could see clearly enough to tell that the only thing Luna was wearing was a set of light purple panties… and a smile. Harry noted that her left eye appeared to be red and puffy. It would seem that Ron's aim was just as bad as his.

"I've found every single one of them!" heralded Luna, as if it was perfectly normal to be standing nearly nude in front of a messy faced and naked Harry as an equally naked and thrashing Hermione as she continued to convulse through her orgasm on the ground. "I know where all of them are located!"

"That's great," Harry said. If this would have happened a few weeks ago, he would've been scrabbling to find something to cover his nakedness. But seeing that almost everyone he knew had seen him naked, he just lay there. He wondered idly if he was slowly turning into a nudist or exhibitionist. "So where's the missing one?" he asked as a very gratified 'Harry, Jr.' slept in the open air.

"Oh, there's so many more than just one," Luna announced happily. "There's a few dozen in Sweden."

"D-d-d-dozens?" Hermione uttered as her orgasm finally subsided and she was able to sit up.

"Yes, in Sweden," Luna said with a little bounce – a bounce which caused her huge tits to jiggle. "And scores more of them are in Spain; at least a hundred!"

"M-m-m-more?" Harry groaned. Voldemort had created over a hundred Horcruxes. Harry's heart sank at the realization that the hunt for Voldemort's Horcruxes was going to be a lot harder than he thought.

To Be Continued

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