“Is that a frog?” Luna’s whimsical voice asked.
“A frog?” Theo croaked. “Why would I have a frog in my pants?”
“Where else would you keep a frog?” She shook her head.
“Not in my pants!”
“It feels like a large frog, with how squishy it is.” She squeezed her hand around the bulge of his pants. Her long, skinny fingers wrapped around his bulge and he whimpered softly. “I wonder if it’s the one Neville has been searching for.”
“Lovegood…” Theo groaned when she palmed him in her hand.
“Did you know Neville lost his frog again, Theo?”
“Had no idea.” He ran a hand down his face, trying hard not to think about where the girl’s hand he had been in love with for years was currently.
“This one doesn’t feel as large as Neville’s though.”
Theo’s red hot face snapped forward and he stared at her with wide eyes. “I assure you mine is larger than Longbottom’s!”
“Hmm,” she palmed and squeezed, and ran her fingers over the top. “No, I’m pretty sure Neville is larger.”
“Are…are we still talking about frogs?” Theo asked, the blush that had already bloomed on his face deepened.
“No, Theo, we are talking about your cock,” she said and hearing the dirty word spoken from her pretty little lips was enough to send Theo over the edge.
He moaned when she squeezed him again. “Please, Luna, I’m not going to last much longer.”
“I guess it’s a good thing today is laundry day.”