Beyond Fear

After the consultation, Luna became more active in their routine. Harry was still cautious about her recovery, but Luna was thrilled to finally live her days away from bed rest.  

On this particular day, Luna was finishing the mural in James and Albus’s room, but she had forbidden Harry from entering to see it. Even though he’d already seen most of the mural, she wanted the final reveal to be a surprise.  

Harry sat restlessly in the living room with his spellbook, realizing how accustomed he’d grown to Luna always being by his side. She’d only been away from him for two hours, and he already missed her, feeling uneasy and a little lost.  

This feeling triggered a warning in his mind. He needed to pump the brakes and slow down. Such attachment couldn’t be healthy. Besides, he had just ended his relationship with Ginny. He’d only ever had two relationships: his awkward start with Cho and his recent failure with Ginny. Something told him he’d been the one to ruin both.  

In both cases, he’d fallen hard and fast. Maybe it was time to be more restrained with whatever he and Luna had going on.  

Things with Luna were completely different, though. They were going to have two children together. They couldn’t afford the luxury of breaking up and never seeing each other again. No, their children were his priority. Maybe he needed to learn how to separate his emotions from his desire for her.  

Luna, on the other hand, seemed completely at ease, with no emotional inclinations beyond wanting to cuddle with him constantly—and that could very well be due to pregnancy hormones. That thought left a sour feeling in his stomach.  

But then he realized that, at times, he himself wondered if everything between them was just about the babies. The most unsettling part was that he didn’t have an answer, though he found the thought deeply troubling.  

Just when he felt like he might be overwhelmed by so many disjointed thoughts, Harry heard Luna’s voice from upstairs.  

“Harry! Come here!”  

Just the sound of her voice made his heart race. He was doomed!  

Harry put down the book and quickly climbed the stairs. Luna was standing in the doorway of the bedroom with a huge smile on her face. Harry was still struck by how beautiful she was and how he hadn’t noticed it at Hogwarts.  

“So... what required so much secrecy?” he asked, smiling.  

Luna stepped aside to let him in.  

Immediately, he saw the finished mural. It was beautiful, almost alive. Tall, green trees, illustrations of flying fairies, birds, hares, and some animals Harry didn’t recognize. But what impressed him most was what stood at the center of the forest: a large silver stag, identical to his Patronus.  

“Luna... this is beautiful,” he said softly, his eyes fixed on it.  

“There’s more,” she said, twirling her wand and dimming the room’s lights.  

Harry’s heart stopped as the stag glowed softly, like a Patronus in the night.  

“So they can feel protected by you at all times,” she said tenderly.  

Harry’s eyes filled with tears, and he couldn’t speak. This gesture from Luna touched him deeply. All he wanted was to be a good father, to protect his children, and to love them unconditionally.  

Luna stepped closer to him, placing one hand over his heart and the other on his cheek, making him look away from the painting for the first time.  

“Did you like it?” she asked with a gentle smile.  

“Very much,” he replied, leaning in to kiss her softly. He wanted to show her how grateful he was. He wanted to show her his heart, even without words.  

Harry hugged her tightly, prolonging the kiss for as long as he could. When they finally parted, he rested his forehead against hers, his eyes still closed.  

“Do you want me to show you how grateful I am?” he whispered, though there was no one else in the room—or the house.  

“Yes,” she replied softly.  

He took her hand and started leading them to the next room. He had a huge smile on his lips, and so did she. Both were eager and already excited about the prospect of losing themselves in each other once again.  

Despite their constant kisses and escalating touches (and mouths), the two had never explicitly talked about sex. Harry, still afraid of hurting her, had avoided any of Luna’s advances, though he’d often fantasized about it.  

When they reached the bedroom, he kissed her and began pulling her dress over her head. She immediately raised her arms to let him remove it. He loved how she always seemed to want him as much as he wanted her. She stood before him in nothing but her underwear.  

Harry ran his hand over her large belly.  

“You’re so beautiful, Luna,” he said, kissing her neck.  

“Even with this huge belly?” she asked playfully.  

“Especially with it,” he replied, looking into her eyes.  

She pulled him into a kiss, tugging at the hem of his shirt to pull it off as well.  

Harry knelt in front of her, sliding her panties down as he kissed her. She let out a soft moan. He began running his tongue wherever his mouth could reach while she still stood.  

“Harry...” she whispered softly.  

“Hm?” he hummed, continuing what he was doing.  

Luna tangled her hand in his hair and gently pulled his head back until he was looking up at her, his lips glistening. He loved her taste.  

"I love your mouth on me," she said with a shy smile, as if she weren’t a lioness in bed. "But now, I want you inside me."  

His heart leaped.  

"Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you," he asked, though even to himself, his hesitation sounded weak. He wanted her so badly.  

"Let’s take it slow at first," she replied with a mischievous smile.  

Harry stood and kissed her again as he removed his pants and boxers. He was harder than a rock—he always was with her.  

Taking her hand, he led her to the bed, eager as if this were his first time. He looked at her and saw she was just as nervous. Their first time had been under such painful circumstances that they hadn’t really been able to enjoy it. This was different.  

"I think it’ll be easier if you’re on top," he suggested, considering positions they could use with her large belly.  

He climbed onto the bed, leaned back against the headboard, and helped her up, running his hands over her legs. Luna straddled him, grinding herself against his length, leaving his entire shaft wet.  

They moaned together, their lips finding each other again as the delicious torment continued.  

Then Luna positioned him and began lowering herself onto him. They never broke eye contact.  

Luna wanted to make sure that it was only Harry she saw, and Harry wanted her to feel only him—no flashbacks, no lingering shadows of the past.  

Every inch she took in made them moan together. When she was fully seated, Harry felt like he had come home. It was exquisite, having himself buried so deeply within her.  

"Fuck! You feel so good, Luna," he groaned, pulling her in for another kiss.  

Luna rocked her hips slowly, and he fought the urge to thrust into her with force.  

Harry gripped her hips to guide her as she began to move up and down on him. The sensation was extraordinary, and they were both utterly lost in the pleasure. The slow pace they maintained was both torturous and intoxicating. They moaned unabashedly, their kisses languid and full of passion.  

When neither could take it anymore, Luna quickened her movements slightly. Harry slipped a hand between them, his fingers rubbing her clit in time with her rhythm.  

He watched as she threw her head back, moaning loudly, her breasts pushing forward. Without hesitation, he took her left breast into his mouth, biting down gently on her hardened nipple. Luna cried out even louder in response. Moments later, she was coming undone around him.  

Harry needed only a few thrusts upward as she sank down on him to tip over the edge himself, spilling into her. They tumbled into the exquisite bliss of their climax together, their bodies trembling, their breaths ragged.  

Luna collapsed onto his chest, and he wrapped his arms around her as they both tried to catch their breath after such an intense moment.  

Luna chuckled softly, her head still resting on his chest.  

"What?" he asked, brushing the hair out of her face.  

"Well, at least now you can’t get me pregnant," she joked, making him laugh along with her.  

He affectionately placed a hand on her belly.  

"Ah, what a shame! We could’ve had three," he teased.  

Luna looked at him, her smile soft as she placed her hand on his face, caressing him gently.  

"Thank you." Her eyes shone, and she spoke again before he could ask what for. "For this and everything we’ve been doing. It’s been wonderful. I feel so safe with you. Thank you for showing me how good this can be, for giving me new memories. They’re all tucked away in my heart." She leaned in and kissed him softly.  

Harry’s chest tightened. There were so many emotions swirling inside him that he couldn’t name them all, except for the overwhelming affection he felt for her at that moment. He wanted to hold her in his arms and never let go.  

"You don’t know how happy it makes me to hear that. I feel safe with you too, and I’m loving everything we’ve been doing."  

He meant every word. He felt so good with her—safe, wanted. It was a feeling he’d never experienced before. Harry kissed her forehead and held her close again.  

They lay in silence for a while, the emotional intensity of the moment palpable. But the physical intensity lingered too. The scent of sex in the room, the warmth of her naked body against his, and the fact that he was still inside her contributed to the arousal building again.  

When Luna felt it, she gave a small wiggle atop him and sighed softly. Harry brushed her hair aside and began kissing her neck, his hands trailing down her back to her breasts.  

"I want you again, Luna," he nearly groaned in her ear as she ground against him. "I want you all the time." He thrust upward slightly, burying himself deeper inside her and drawing a moan from her lips.  

"And I want you," she replied, her voice trembling as he kissed his way down to her chest.  

Harry and Luna were completely lost to the outside world. It was maddening to keep their pace slow for fear of hurting her, but it also pushed them to the brink of desire. Though neither had much experience, their instincts and devotion to each other made them naturals at giving and receiving pleasure.  

When they reached their second climax, they lay intertwined, their bodies and spirits full, basking in a sense of completeness they had never known before.