Chapter 29
A few days passed, and the tension between Harry and Luna only grew. They had already spent months in close company, but their bond had previously been defined by friendship and the comfort of affectionate, innocent touches. Now, however, everything felt more intense. They were still caring and attentive, touching whenever possible as if making up for years of loneliness, but now the desire between them was unmistakable.
This feeling was both thrilling and terrifying. It was something neither of them had experienced before, yet when they kissed and embraced, it felt as if they had been doing so their whole lives.
Harry was preparing breakfast, but his thoughts were elsewhere. The night before, his hands had roamed over Luna's soft skin, and he had wanted nothing more than to strip her clothes and kiss every inch of her. He couldn’t even remember why he had decided to take things slow. He still worried about triggering any flashbacks for her, something he desperately wanted to avoid.
So lost in thought, Harry didn’t notice Luna enter the kitchen until she wrapped her arms around him from behind.
“I could hear the sound of your thoughts from the bedroom,” she teased, pressing her stomach against him and resting her face against his back.
Harry released the spatula he was holding and took her hands in his, bringing them to his lips and gently kissing her fingers.
Turning around within her embrace, he placed his hands on her waist. “I was thinking about you.”
She smiled widely. “Can I know what about?”
A sly, restrained smile spread across his face. “Let’s just say my thoughts weren’t exactly chivalrous.”
Luna’s cheeks flushed, but she replied in her dreamy tone, a teasing smile playing on her lips. “Not chivalrous, Harry? Maybe I like this version of you better.”
He laughed heartily at her response. Harry leaned in and kissed her, slowly at first, carefully, but when she moaned into his mouth, he lost control and kissed her passionately. She responded immediately, her tongue tangling with his as she opened her mouth and let him take the lead.
Pressing against her, he felt her stomach between them. Acting on impulse, he lifted her and set her on the table. Her legs parted, and he fit himself between them, letting one hand trail down to her thigh where the hem of her dress rested.
When they finally needed to breathe, Harry pulled his lips from hers but immediately kissed her neck. He licked and sucked at her skin, encouraged by her moans and the way she shivered beneath his touch.
As his hand began to move up her thigh, under her dress, he whispered into her ear, worried about crossing a boundary. “Can I touch you?”
“Yes,” she answered immediately.
Harry kissed her again, his hand leaving her hair to slide to her chest. He cupped her breast, eliciting another moan, and brushed his thumb over her hardened nipple. Luna arched into his hand, craving more.
His other hand continued its journey up her thigh until he felt her panties. To his delight, they were already damp. When his fingers brushed over her through the fabric, Luna gasped, clutching his hair and kissing him fiercely. He teased her with light strokes, moving to where she needed him most and then retreating, over and over.
“Harry, please,” she whispered against his lips.
Her plea sent a surge of heat through him, shattering any resolve he had to keep things slow. Almost in sync, his left hand pulled down her dress while his right slid her panties aside. He groaned softly as his fingers found her, sliding along her slick heat. Lowering his mouth to her rosy nipple, he sucked hard while his fingers circled her clit with gentle precision.
Luna moaned loudly, her hips rocking to meet his hand. Encouraged, Harry slipped a finger inside her, and she pulled his hair, kissing him desperately. As his finger moved in and out, she thought she could die like this and be content.
Then, his hand twisted slightly, and he was rubbing her clit with his palm while his finger continued its relentless motion inside her.
Luna cried out, her body tightening around him. Her release surged through her, leaving her trembling and gasping for air as she collapsed against his shoulder. Harry didn’t stop, prolonging her pleasure until it was almost too much.
When it finally subsided, she rested against him, her legs shaking, too flustered to meet his gaze.
Harry kissed her neck and tilted her chin so she would look at him. With newfound boldness, he withdrew his finger and brought it to his mouth, licking it while maintaining eye contact.
Her cheeks burned even redder as her eyes locked on his mouth.
“That was really good, Harry,” she said, brushing aside her shyness.
He smiled.
She glanced at the bulge in his pants and wanted to return the favor. Without warning, she slid her hand between them and rubbed him through his clothes.
Harry closed his eyes and groaned.
“You don’t have to do this, Lu,” he protested weakly.
“I want to,” she insisted, unbuttoning his pants and lowering the zipper.
“It’s fine, really, you don’t need to—”
“I want to,” she interrupted, slipping her hand into his boxers and pulling him out. He was just as beautiful as she remembered. Slowly, she stroked him.
Harry moaned, pulling her mouth to his as she continued to stimulate him. He knew he wouldn’t last long.
“Harder,” he murmured, cupping her breasts with both hands. Luna moaned softly and tightened her grip. Harry thrust into her hand, encouraging her to go faster.
Moments later, he reached his limit. “I’m going to come,” he warned, pulling his mouth from hers. She didn’t stop, and moments later, he spilled over her thighs.
“Fuck,” he groaned, the release sending pleasure surging through him.
He rested his head on her shoulder, breathing heavily as he tried to recover.
Without lifting his head, he pulled his wand from his pocket and cleaned the mess.
Then, just because he wanted to, he kissed her again, leaving them both breathless.
When Harry had woken up that morning, he hadn’t planned for this to happen.
As they ended the kiss, he looked at Luna. Her hair was messy, her lips swollen and red, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes sparkling. She looked stunning.
“Damn, that was good,” he said, his voice rough.
“And unexpected,” Luna added.
They both laughed, and any lingering tension evaporated.
“Though I prefer your taste, I’m going to finish making our breakfast,” Harry said with a mischievous grin, making Luna blush.
He didn’t know where this newfound confidence or comfort had come from, but it felt good.
The two sat down to eat, as if it were the most normal thing in the world, Harry sticking his hand in her pussy and making her cum even before breakfast.
Later, as they studied in the living room, Luna found her thoughts drifting back to what had happened that morning. It had been incredible, both giving and receiving. She glanced at Harry, sitting across from her in an armchair, his messy hair and focused green eyes fixed on his book. She thought about his hands—large, scarred, and skilled—and how they had felt inside her. Her breathing quickened.
Harry looked up, raising an eyebrow.
Caught, Luna’s cheeks turned pink.
“Enjoying the view?” he teased, trying to make her blush more. But, as always, Luna surprised him.
“Very much. Particularly your hands,” she replied with feigned innocence.
Harry’s playful smile faded, replaced by a dark glint in his eyes at her insinuation.
When a crooked grin spread across his face, Luna pressed her thighs together. Her movement didn’t escape Harry’s notice, and his grin grew wider.
“I have other parts of me that you might find just as interesting to watch in action,” he said in a low voice.
“Like what?” Luna asked, her voice husky.
His grin deepened as he let his eyes roam over her body.
“My mouth,” he finally said.
Images of his mouth on her invaded her mind, making her want it badly—so badly it scared her. She mentally scolded herself for being so forward. Luna sighed, leaning her head back against the couch. She needed to calm down or she’d seem desperate, though she very much was.
“That’s not fair to my chaotic hormones,” she groaned.
Harry’s deep laugh filled the room, and she grabbed a pillow, tossing it at him.
He dodged it, laughing even harder.
“I thought you were my friend, Harry Potter,” she accused.
“I am your friend, which is why I’m offering my mouth to you,” he replied with a wicked grin.