Hogwarts was in chaos. A mix of excitement, anxiety, and, for some, panic. All of this because a month ago it was announced that Hogwarts would hold an event to promote the cultural diversity of the Muggle world.
In the midst of the dark times where Voldemort was increasing his reach and promoting blood purity and the supremacy of wizards over Muggles, Albus Dumbledore decided to bring the students of the school of witchcraft and wizardry closer to Muggle culture. Perhaps this way, the younger generations would come to understand that there is no supremacy between the two peoples. The students had to create groups to present part of the culture of a particular country, which could be an artistic demonstration (dance, theater, music), culinary, clothing, literature, and so on.
The day of the event arrived, and Harry didn't quite know how to feel. He was finally closer to Ginny, something he had wanted for a long time, as the two paired up with Ron and Hermione, with Ginny inviting him after a fight with Dean. Harry was on cloud nine and took the opportunity to try to get closer to the girl he had been idealizing. Their group chose to demonstrate a bit of French cuisine. Hermione, who had family in France, made the suggestion, so they would distribute croissants and, because Hermione wouldn't miss the opportunity, each member of the group would talk about the history behind the food. Not that Harry thought any student would be interested in that after receiving the croissant.
Being in this group was one of the reasons why Harry was feeling an unease that caught him off guard. They were his friends and the girl he desired, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he had made the wrong choice. This feeling arose the second his friend Luna jumped up to him in the corridor after a particularly tedious History of Magic class, with the biggest smile she had, one that Harry realized with a secret pleasure was reserved just for him, and asked if he would like to pair up with her for the event. Instantly, the happiness Harry felt from being invited by Ginny vanished.
In the past few months, he and Luna had become closer. They created a routine of feeding the Thestrals together twice a week and spending a few hours talking. These conversations showed that Luna was a brilliant and very sensitive young woman. They had a connection that Harry couldn't understand; she understood him deeply without him needing to put into words what he was thinking. She had the gift of understanding him just by looking at him with those big, beautiful silver eyes. If they used to disturb Harry, now he loved when they landed on him. Harry also came to understand Luna more, although she was still a mystery to him.
Now he could distinguish her smiles: the dreamy and distant one she gave to keep the world at bay, the small and sincere ones she gave to her friends, and the big and bright one she reserved for him.
The moment Harry told her he would be in a group with Ginny, for some reason feeling a wave of regret he didn't understand, Luna's bright smile changed to that dreamy one that said she was putting a barrier around herself and protecting herself from the world, causing a pain in Harry's chest as he realized she was directing that smile at him. She just said, "Oh! That's good. All right then, Harry. I'll be going, bye." And she skipped down the corridor as if she had never spoken to him.
Harry felt even worse realizing that Luna wouldn't have a group; after all, who would invite her to a group? Harry couldn't invite her to his group because they already had the maximum number of people allowed for groups that chose culinary. This made him even more depressed.
Harry decided that the next time they met to feed the Thestrals, he would apologize to Luna and try to help her find a group, even if it was almost impossible. However, their meeting never happened because Luna didn't show up for their meetings.
He found out that she had told Hagrid she couldn't feed them anymore and simply didn't inform Harry. This made him angry and hurt, but later his feelings turned into worry. Was Luna okay? Harry worried and started looking for her in the corridors, which proved to be an impossible task. He rarely saw her, and when he glimpsed her blonde hair swaying in a corridor, he called out to her, but it only made her disappear quickly. He didn't understand what was happening and forced himself to believe that Luna wasn't ignoring him and that they just hadn't had time to see each other.
In the meantime, Ginny got closer to Harry, but he found himself comparing their conversations with those he had with Luna and realized that Ginny was very beautiful and fun, but he couldn't have the same connection with her. Their conversations were about Quidditch and superficial things, unlike those he had with Luna. Harry scolded himself for making this comparison, telling himself that he wanted Ginny and would take advantage of the opportunity he was having. But often he found himself disconnected from conversations with her while thinking about Luna. When this happened, he justified it internally by saying it was just because he was worried about Luna.
A month passed, and the most Harry managed was to say a "hello" or two to Luna before she escaped with her dreamy smile and distant look. So, when the day of the event arrived, Harry wasn't that excited, which only worsened when he didn't see Luna anywhere. The Great Hall had been prepared for the groups, the tables and chairs had disappeared, and around the hall were specific tables for the groups to present their work. At the front of the hall, a stage was set up where students who decided to make artistic presentations could perform.
The hall was buzzing with the entire Hogwarts inside, and the groups demonstrating culinary arts were the first to have their presentations viewed by other students, who visited each table as time passed. Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Hermione had to repeat their speeches several times while offering their croissants. At first, Harry was nervous about the possibility of Luna coming to their table, even though he didn't understand why he was feeling that way, but as the hours passed, his hopes faded. Luna didn't show up, and not even Ginny's cheerful spirit, who by then was using every opportunity to touch Harry, improved his mood. Harry looked at the crowd searching for that blonde hair and radish earrings but never caught a glimpse.
This made his heart ache and filled him with guilt. It became clear to him that Luna hadn't found a group and had decided to stay in her dormitory. He should have foreseen this and thought about Luna instead of selfishly running to Ginny like a dog after a bone and forgetting about his friend who had always been there for him.
After Harry's group finished their presentation, there were some theater performances, like Shakespeare plays by some Ravenclaw students, and poetry recitals by Hufflepuff students. Harry tried to return to his dormitory, but Hermione and Ginny stopped him, with Ginny clinging to his arm for the rest of the day, making Harry wonder why this irritated him when a month ago he would have been jumping for joy to have Ginny by his side. If his friends noticed his bad mood, they said nothing, excited by the presentations that ranged from embarrassing to hilarious, not that Harry paid much attention, as most of the time he was scanning the crowd to see if he could spot a certain blonde head—until Hermione, with a suspicious look, asked what he was looking for. Harry quickly replied "nothing" and tried to be more discreet in his search.
Soon Professor McGonagall took the stage and announced the last presentation of the day, and Harry didn't know whether to feel relieved that he could finally retreat to his dormitory and reflect on why he was feeling this way or disappointed that Luna indeed wouldn't come. The professor strangely didn't announce which team would perform, saying only that it would be a contemporary musical performance from the USA.
Como as músicas dos EUA estavam em alta até mesmo no mundo bruxo da Grã Bretanha, os alunos se animaram. Ginny decidiu puxar Harry pela multidão até a frente do palco, causando olhares de raiva de muitos alunos que estavam sendo acotovelados por ela. Harry viu seu humor piorar, desejando, sem perceber, que nunca tivesse aceitado o pedido de Ginny. Ele estava cansado e de saco cheio desse dia, mas no momento que decidiu que iria embora, as luzes apagaram e todos ficaram em um silêncio expectante.
Quando as cortinas do palco abriram, uma melodia lenta e alta encheu o salão. Uma fumaça baixa começou a sair do chão do palco e uma única luz ao fundo mostrava a silhueta de uma mulher parada no meio do palco de costas para o público. Ela usava uma bota que ia até o joelho e um colante pequeno (pelo menos era o que parecia no escuro) com um cabelo indo até o topo da bunda, fazendo Harry imediatamente lembrar de um certo cabelo loiro.
Imediatamente as pessoas começaram a cochichar questionando quem seria a pessoa no palco. O cochicho logo cessou quando a voz mais sexy que Harry já ouviu na vida começou a cantar.
Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh, no, no
Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh, no, no
Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh, no, no
Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh, no, no
As she sang, the mysterious woman's waist began to sway, still standing in place, her hair following the movement of her hips in a slow, controlled way. The hall was deathly silent, everyone's eyes on the mysterious figure.
When she began to sing the lyrics, Harry felt a shiver run through his entire body, his eyes frozen on the incredibly sexy figure in front of him. His heart raced and his whole body was drawn as if to the song of a mermaid.
You got me looking so crazy, my baby
I'm not myself lately, I'm foolish, I don't do this
ligoI've been playing myself, baby, I don't care
Baby, your love's got the best of me
Your love's got the best of me
Baby, your love's got the best of me
And, baby, you're making a fool of me
You got me sprung and I don't care who sees
'Cause, baby, you got me, you got me
Oh, you got me, you got me
Everyone soon realized that the mysterious woman was incredibly talented, because as she sang, with a soft, sexy voice, she began a contemporary ballet routine, which fitted in perfectly with what she was singing, without her voice shaking for a single moment.
All the choreography reinforced the sensuality of the music and the young woman, leaving all the boys in the room in a state of excitement and desire, the women envious and the teachers confused between amazement and amusement, not that Harry noticed, mind you, his whole being was paralyzed and focused on the figure on stage.
Harry's eyes followed every movement with adoration and desire; he could only wonder who this woman was, having a vague feeling that even in the dim light, her eyes were on him and that he knew her, which caused a mix of nervousness and excitement he had never experienced before. Harry forgot everyone around him as his eyes followed her steps. The young woman twirled and fell to the ground, running her hands over her body and hair seductively, and if Harry looked away for a second, he would see that everyone in the room couldn't take their eyes off her either.
I look and stare so deep in your eyes
I touch on you more and more every time
When you leave I'm begging you not to go
Call your name two, three times in a row
Such a funny thing for me to try to explain
How I'm feeling and my pride is the one to blame
Yeah, I still don't understand
Just how your love could do what no one else can
When the chorus of the song exploded gloriously through the hall, the lights came on, and a gasp of surprise passed through the hypnotized crowd as they realized who the mysterious woman was: Luna Lovegood. She was wearing a transparent black leotard, full of small sparkling stones like stars. The back neckline was deep, exposing her pale skin, and the front was marked by a V that swung between modest and sexy, while small silver threads fell and swayed on her hips. Luna wore knee-high heeled boots, and her hair was straight and loose. She wore no makeup except for red lipstick that stood out against her pale eyes. She was a living work of art.
Harry thought he heard Ginny's voice next to him saying, “Holy shit, Luna, that's hot!”
Harry Potter, completely shocked by what he was seeing, shuddered, felt his stomach churn, thought he heard his heart beating in his foot and wondered if he was having a heart attack. His subconscious tried to remind him that this was Luna, his strange, dreamy friend and that he shouldn't be looking at her like that, but his body was telling him something else and he was grateful he was wearing loose-fitting robes, or all of Hogwarts would be seeing the raging erection he was sporting. The girl in front of him looked like an angel made to seduce, her innocent (but fierce, he realized) eyes contrasted with her red-painted mouth, as well as her delicate, sexy body that seemed to glow, making her look like an ethereal, naughty, innocent fairy.
As she sang and danced, Luna's gaze never strayed from Harry's and her dancing became faster and more sensual and Harry wondered how she managed to spread her legs like that, where she learned those ballet steps and the main thing: where she learned to seduce like that. Luna dominated the stage and power seemed to emanate from her as she did so.
Ya got me looking so crazy right now
Your love's got me looking so crazy right now
Got me looking so crazy right now
Your touch got me looking so crazy right now
Hoping you'll save me right now
Your kiss got me hoping you'll save me right now
Looking so crazy in love
Got me looking, got me looking so crazy in love
Luna fell to her knees in the middle of the stage, spread her legs and began to turn her head, making her hair wrap around her, while running her hands all over her body in a demonstration of how crazy she was going (according to the lyrics of the song). And it was strangely poetic that the girl everyone called crazy was singing that she really was crazy. The problem was that she was singing it while her shiny silver eyes stared at a petrified Harry who wouldn't look away even if Voldemort appeared in the room. He was overwhelmed by the eroticism of that dance.
When steps magically appeared at the front of the stage, Luna began to descend them and walk in a light and seductive way, unlike her dreamy skipping in the corridors. Harry heard people moving to make room for Luna and form a semicircle, but he was paralyzed on the floor, trapped by the sway of those hips and hair coming towards him, like a lion ready to devour its prey. And for a second Harry thought he wanted to be devoured by her.
Luna, still singing, stopped in front of Harry almost touching their bodies and put a hand on his chest. By now Harry had stopped breathing, without even realizing it, and all he could think was that he desperately needed to touch her, run his hand through her hair and body and then kiss that red mouth. When she began to descend right in front of him, letting her small hand trail down his torso and stopping at his hipbone, he wondered if this was what paradise looked like. She never looked away from him as she climbed back up and, to Harry's dismay, took her hands off him.
He watched her walk away and only then felt Ginny's grip on his wrist pulling him out of the way. It didn't even take him a second to realize how red with rage she was. His eyes followed a Luna who walked around the semi-circle and, to Harry's shock, stopped in front of a Draco Malfoy who had the look of a snake ready to strike. Luna stopped in front of him and put her hand on his chest and began to bend backwards until her hair was dragging on the floor and her eyes met a Harry who was turning completely red, but not from excitement.
Harry saw how Malfoy's eyes roamed over Luna's body and only then realized how all the men in the room were looking at her. He was sure that the Boy Who Lived would be known for murdering all the male students at Hogwarts. He wanted to gouge out everyone's eyes. Harry had never felt so much anger in his life. He would be happy to cast a Cruciatus Curse on each of them. How dare they look at what was his in that way? Wait… when did he start thinking of Luna as his? He didn't know when it started, but he loved that perspective.
Luna returned to the stage, and all the lights were dimmed again, returning to the initial state, where she was facing away from everyone, just swaying her hips lightly and sensually.
When the music ended, there was a second of absolute silence, then the room erupted in applause and cheers, which were nowhere near comparable to those heard when the House Cup champion or the Quidditch championship was announced. These applause were deafening.
Harry acted without thinking carefully about what he was doing, and within seconds he was climbing the stage, throwing his robes over Luna's body and dragging her by the arm away from the stage and the eyes of all those who were coveting her. From afar, he could hear a very angry Ginny questioning what he was doing, but he completely ignored her. His focus was on getting Luna out of there. Taking her away from those covetous eyes that, he briefly thought, he himself had been giving, and he blushed a little with shame.
As he dragged Luna, who followed him silently, Harry made sure to give deadly looks to everyone in his path. If she was surprised by his attitude, she wasn't showing it.
Harry didn't say a word to Luna as he dragged her almost running through the corridors of Hogwarts. He was extremely confused about his feelings. It was a mix of anger, jealousy, and excitement, a mix that left his whole body tingling and his heart pounding furiously. Harry was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he only stopped when he realized he was in front of the wall on the seventh floor. He let go of Luna's hand, immediately feeling the loss, and walked down the corridor, wishing the Room of Requirement would provide a place to talk.
A door appeared, and he pulled Luna inside again. The room had transformed into a simple room with a sofa and a rug in front of a fireplace. After closing the door, Harry found himself standing in front of Luna, his anger still pulsing through his veins.
“What the fuck were you thinking Luna?” He shouted without thinking and immediately cringed at the tone of her voice. He needed to calm down, but when Luna answered, his anger only grew.
“Art is a powerful thing, isn't it, Harry?” she said in her famous dreamy voice and a vague smile on her red lips.
How could she act like that? As if she hadn't put on the greatest show of sensuality that Hogwarts had ever seen, heck, that the wizarding world had ever seen.
“Art is powerful?” Harry almost spat with sarcasm. “Powerful was you, dancing and singing like a naughty fairy in front of all the arseholes in the school, who will now have great images to use at night.” Harry felt sick just imagining Malfoy masturbating thinking about Luna. He wanted to punch something and at the same time grab that blonde and kiss her until they both lost consciousness.
Harry stood there, breathing heavily and staring at an unperturbed Luna, who was looking at them as if she could read their souls. And God forgive him, at that moment he didn't have very honorable thoughts for an innocent Luna to see. Yet they continued to stare at each other, as if in a war or a dance. Neither of them looked away.
Slowly, Luna removed Harry's robes and let them fall at her feet, Harry's eyes involuntarily going to her body. Up close, it was even more perfect, her legs were beautiful and long, the transparency of the leotard showed a flat belly, a cleavage that showed the small volume of her breasts and her smooth neck, which seemed to beg to be kissed. Harry wanted to touch that perfect skin and know if it would be soft on his fingers. He looked up at her red lips and realized that they were perfect, almost forming a heart. He wanted to run his tongue over them and bite them. By now, he had long since crossed the line that he shouldn't, because Luna was his friend. He was irrevocably attracted to her and didn't want to think about the other feelings that had been confusing him all this month.
His eyes returned to Luna's face, which gave a small knowing smile, and he found himself swallowing hard and struggling to control an erection.
“Are you going to use these images too, Harry?”
The soft way she said his name made his body shiver and it took him a second to understand what she was talking about and he was momentarily shocked by her question. Luna was brutally honest and he knew it, but he was still impressed by it.
“W-what?” he stammered, pretending not to have understood the question.
Luna took a small step forward and Harry fought the urge to run away.
“You understood my question, Harry. The question is, did you like what you saw?” She almost whispered and Harry didn't know what to say. He couldn't tell her that he almost had a heart attack and then a stroke, when all the blood in his body drained into his head further south. Even now he was struggling to keep his eyes on her face before things got awkward.
He opted for evasion, he was panicking about telling the truth and ruining their friendship even more. The truth was that Luna had become extremely important to him. She understood him deeply and better than any of his friends and despite his desire for her, he was afraid to risk it, so he just said:
“Don't turn away Luna, we're talking about those idiots looking at you like a piece of meat. And what was that with Draco? Just remembering it makes me want to go back there and smash his face in.” His anger was returning with the memory.
“Harry, I don't care who was looking.” She said softly. And Harry knew it was true, she never did. They could swear at her in the corridors and steal her things and all she did was smile and skip down the corridors as if nothing had happened. She had a firm belief that one day things would come back to her. And although this deeply irritated Harry, who wanted to protect her from the world, it was also one of the things that made him love her the most. Love her? Harry was shocked by the thought and pushed it away.
“But I do!” He exploded and felt his cheeks turn pink, realizing that he had exposed too much.
Luna walked up to him very slowly and only stopped when their bodies were just a few centimeters from touching. Harry found himself paralyzed again, smelling her scent of strawberries and vanilla. She leaned in until her lips were close to his right ear and her hair was blocking his vision, and Harry found himself surrounded and intoxicated by her. He had never been happier.
Luna used a mixture of her dreamy tone that Harry had learned to love and the sexy one that Harry had discovered she had when she sang earlier. It caused a delicious shiver to run down his spine when she said his name like a prayer.
“Harry.... you know I only had eyes for one person. And I can tell you that every word I sang was real to me.” She whispered the last part.
Harry knew that Luna had been looking at him throughout the dance and remembering that the lyrics of the song said she was madly in love had the effect of breaking down her fragile resistance. He slipped his hand into her hair and held her head from behind, while his other hand went straight to her waist and pulled her close. Since she was wearing boots with heels, their sizes were almost level. Without another minute's hesitation, he brought her lips to his and kissed her with all the passion he had. Luna reciprocated with the same passion, wrapping her arms around his neck and running her fingers through his hair. They explored each other's mouths and for Harry it was heaven, especially when he heard her moan softly into his mouth. Harry didn't have much experience with kissing and suspected that this was Luna's first, but he was sure that nothing that followed would be as perfect. When she opened her mouth for his tongue to pass through and he felt hers rub against him, he heard himself moan with abandon in the same way she had done.
All too quickly they had to break apart to breathe, but Harry couldn't loosen his grip around her, he was loving how their bodies seemed to fit together. They stared at each other, Luna was a mess from the red lipstick and he knew he'd be the same mess, so they both burst into laughter as Harry took out his wand and cleaned them both up.
When they stopped smiling, they remained silent, still holding each other. Harry leaned his forehead against hers and took a deep breath, searching for his Gryffindor courage, when he looked deeply into her eyes.
“I've missed you,” he wanted to say. He'd had a miserable month without her and he wanted her to see it in his eyes.
A second later it was Luna who pulled him in for another kiss, this one beginning softly, like a caress, like a promise, and soon they were kissing hard, their tongues battling in a sensual dance. Harry leaned Luna against the nearest wall and molded his body to hers, so that he could feel her breasts against his and he was sure she could feel his arousal rubbing against her hips. He went on to kiss her chin, then bit her earlobe and moved down her neck. When she moaned, he felt encouraged to squeeze her tighter and suck the smooth skin of her neck down her shoulder blades to the edge of her cleavage. Luna pulled his mouth up and gave him another quick, hard kiss and then she began to tease him with bites and sucks on his neck. Harry knew he needed more, throwing caution to the wind, he put his hands on her ass pulling her in and she promptly wrapped her legs around his waist, without stopping to lick and kiss him on the collarbone, ears and neck.
Luna was light on her feet, with her slender, petite body. Harry held her without a problem, feeling very powerful as he walked around the room with her legs wrapped around him. He couldn't believe this was happening and for a second wondered if he was dreaming. Luna Lovegood was working wonders on his neck, which he realized, would have marks tomorrow and didn't care one bit, as he squeezed her round ass while her legs were tight around his waist. Luna, his ethereal and innocent friend who he thought never had a naughty thought in her dreamy little head. Harry loved the idea of being the one to break that innocence, even though she had proved tonight that perhaps she wasn't so innocent, even though Harry was sure that the air of purity surrounding her would never end.
Without knowing what he was doing and calculating the consequences, he walked with her on his lap to the rug in front of the fireplace and laid her on her back, hovering over her as he returned for another passionate kiss, savoring the delight that was her mouth on his. He could live on these kisses and never tire of them, and the way Luna kissed him left no doubt that she thought the same. He felt Luna squirm beneath him, causing a delicious friction in his erection that was ready to rip through his clothes. A loud moan was swallowed up by her kiss and he rubbed himself against her again, now causing both of them to moan. They had no idea what they were doing, but it was too good to stop. Just when Harry thought that a little more would make him explode shamefully in his pants, he pulled away from her, kneeling between her legs while breathing hard.
The sight of Luna sprawled on the carpet, hair messed up everywhere, lips swollen, cheeks red and eyes shining, made Harry say without thinking, but without regret:
“You're a fucking goddess, Luna. Do you understand what you're doing to me now?” Her voice was husky with desire and he had never heard himself like this.
Luna looked down at his obvious erection, showing that she knew exactly what she was doing to him and smiled shyly, making Harry wish he could swallow that smile and protect him from the world. Harry took a deep breath and closed his eyes to block out that perfect view, hoping it would help him think clearly. He needed to calm down, get his head on straight (both heads) and back off. He'd already gone too far that night and although his body was screaming for more, he didn't want to do anything rash that would make Luna uncomfortable. Harry tried to block out the feeling of disappointment that the thought of moving away caused, but he started to move away, or at least he tried to, because when he realized his intention Luna clamped her legs around him, preventing him from leaving. He opened his eyes and looked into Luna's eyes, which were still sparkling with excitement, but now her silver eyes also held a determination.
Despite the wonderful sensation of her legs wrapped around him, Harry tried to be the voice of reason.
“Luna... we'd better stop now or we won't be able to stop at all,” his voice came out without a shred of conviction and they both knew it.
Luna wrapped her fist around Harry's shirt and pulled him down, meeting no resistance from him. When their noses were touching, she licked her lips and looked deeply into his eyes.
“Harry, I don't want to stop”
Her disarming honesty and the sexy tone in her voice sent shivers down Harry's spine. It was hard trying to use reason, especially when all he wanted to do was get out of the sanctuary that was her legs. Luna was leaving no doubt that she wanted him and he had never wanted anything more than he wanted her at that moment. But would their friendship withstand this? Would she get angry afterwards? Would she stop talking to him? Harry treasured the moments he had with her, and if he thought about it, he longed for those moments, the only time he felt at peace, when he could just be Harry, without expectations and demands. Even with Ron and Hermione he felt that they always expected him to be heroic and save the day in some way, but with Luna he felt light, as if all the weight of the war he was carrying was off his shoulders.
Harry didn't notice that he remained silent, without giving any answer. He only felt Luna's legs leave his waist, bringing him out of his daydreams. Harry opened his eyes and saw a flash of pain in Luna's eyes, which she quickly masked with her misty eyes and the distant smile she used to distance her world from her. Harry was confused by the change and felt a pain in his chest when he realized that she was starting to crawl backwards to get away from him. He could see the walls, which she used to distance herself from the world, going up.
He held her thigh to stop her from going any further.
“Luna....” He said confused. One second she was seducing him and now she was ready to leave?
“It's okay Harry, I understand that you don't want to. I know you like Ginny and you were just trying to be my friend. I'm sorry for forcing this situation. You can go now, I imagine you want to get back to your friends.”
Luna said as if she was talking about the weather, her voice soft and dreamy, as if saying those words weren't hurting her. Harry was stunned by what she said. Ginny? He'd forgotten she even existed. Luna thought he didn't want her. Harry kicked himself for making Luna believe he was thinking of someone else or feeling forced into something. All he wanted most was her under him, on top of him, everywhere.
Harry put his hand on her thigh, preventing her from moving further away. He crawled on his knees until he was between her legs again. He brought his face close to hers, staring into those silver eyes that he could lose himself in. He tried to muster his Gryffindor courage to formulate the words, trying to overcome his famous clumsiness with words.
“Luna....” He spoke softly. “It's been a month since you've spoken to me” she tried to start talking, but he put a finger to her lips to stop her. “And it's been the most miserable month of my life, that's something, considering I lived with the Dursleys for eleven years” he gave a crooked little smile and took a deep breath to continue. “I missed you every day and wished I'd never accepted Ginny's invitation. Yes, I thought I wanted her, but I was wrong.” Luna's eyes were wide, shining with an emotion Harry had never seen in them. “Every moment I wished I was with you, I looked for you all over the castle and was disappointed when I didn't see you,” he didn't look away from her at any point, trying to beg her to believe him. “When you got up on that stage, I thought I was going to have a heart attack. Before that I didn't know what it was like to want someone, until I saw you there and I don't think there's any doubt about that...” To reinforce this, he gently lowered his hips and rubbed his obvious arousal against her center and they both sighed at the same time, as he gave her a shy smile.
Luna pulled him into a passionate kiss and they both lost themselves in the sensation of their lips connected, their tongues fighting a no-win battle. Luna bit her lower lip while (to Harry's eternal happiness), she wrapped her legs around him again and he never wanted to leave her grip, but reluctantly broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against hers, breathing to control himself. The two of them stared at each other for a moment and Harry tried to control his wildly beating heart.
“Luna, you have to promise that no matter what we do here, you won't stop talking to me or give up on our friendship. That's the most important thing to me.” There was urgency in his voice.
“I promise, Harry, we'll always be friends,” she said with conviction.
Now the two of them stared at each other in silence, everything that could stop them moved out of the way and Harry's young mind began to fill with very unfriendly images involving a very naked Luna.
Trust Luna to painfully say what is on everyone's mind but no one has the courage to say. All without any embarrassment.
“Well Harry, if you don't mind, I think this is the moment we start taking our clothes off”
Harry smiled in disbelief at her transparency. His heart racing at the imminence of what they were about to do.
He slipped down to her feet and began to take off his boots. When he had taken the first one off, he grabbed her foot and planted a kiss, his kisses trailing up her leg, until he reached her knee, where he stopped and went to the other leg, repeating the same movement.
He was still kneeling at her feet when he said, in a mixture of request and command: “Sit down and keep your back to me, Lu.”
Luna immediately obeyed, sending a wave of pleasure up Harry's cock and he had to take a deep breath to stop himself.
Harry pushed Luna's hair away until it was over her left shoulder. He took hold of the zipper of her leotard and began to slowly lower it. He placed his lips on the pale skin of her spine, his kisses trailing down the zipper. He heard Luna moan softly and felt her skin shiver, it was incredible to know that he was the one doing it.
Harry kissed Luna's neck again, moving down to her shoulder as he pulled down the straps of the tights. He ran his fingertips down her arms until the straps were off her arms and the beginning of her breasts were showing. Before Harry could continue undressing Luna, she pulled away and stood up, facing Harry. Without ever taking her eyes off him, she pulled down her leotard, showing off her small breasts with their hardened pink nipples. She kept lowering it until it was piled at her feet and she was completely naked in front of him.
Harry looked away from her beautiful eyes and at her body. He had never seen a naked woman before, but he knew that Luna was the most beautiful thing ever. He looked at her breasts and felt an overwhelming urge to lick them, his eyes moving down her flat belly and stopping at her pussy. She had a little blonde fuzz and you could see the beginnings of her pink folds. She was magnificent, like a fairy. He wanted to touch and kiss her whole body, to worship her.
He looked into her eyes again and noticed that her cheeks were slightly rosy.
“Luna, you're beautiful. You're a goddess.” He said sincerely.
She smiled shyly. “Now it's your turn, Harry.”
It took Harry a few seconds to understand what she was saying, since he had gone back to looking at her body. She was asking him to undress. He stood in front of her, and she took a few steps until she was almost touching him. Unable to stop himself, he put one hand on her waist and the other behind her head, pulling her into a kiss. She gave in to the kiss, but he felt her small hands opening the buttons of his shirt. His hand began to wander down her side as he deepened the kiss. He wanted her and he wanted her now.
Luna finished unbuttoning his shirt, taking it off completely. She ended the kiss and began unbuckling his belt and then his pants, which were soon piled at his feet. Harry's arousal was visible now that he was down to his underwear.
Luna took two steps back and Harry hated the loss of her body. She looked down at his underwear and he realized that she wanted him to take it off. A momentary wave of shyness washed over him, but just by looking at Luna, he quickly hooked his fingers into the sides of his underpants and reached down, pulling his pants and underpants away from his feet.
Now he was naked in front of her and he could see her eyes roaming his body and stopping on his erect cock.
“You're beautiful, Harry.”
He laughed. “Come here.” He called out, holding out his hand and she accepted without question.
In the blink of an eye they were skin to skin and it was the most delicious sensation he had ever felt. Luna pulled him into a passionate kiss and he felt himself rubbing against her. Luna moved him backwards until he felt the sofa hit his shin and she pressed down on his chest to make him sit up, all without abandoning the kiss. When he sat down, she went with him, spreading her legs and mounting him. He felt her pussy, hot and wet, against his erect cock, and they moaned involuntarily with friction.
Luna began to move her hips, rubbing herself against Harry. It was so delicious that Harry had to stop the kiss and take a deep breath to stop himself from exploding at that moment. After calming down a little, Harry kissed Luna's neck again, while his hands began to explore her smooth, pale skin. His hands ran down her sides and rested on her ass. Harry couldn't resist squeezing, receiving a moan of pleasure from Luna. He was now moving down to her collarbone, while his firm hands on her ass helped her maintain the motion of rubbing herself against him.
When the kiss reached the top of her left breast, one of Harry's hands grasped her right breast, marveling at how perfectly it fit. Luna's low moans were driving Harry crazy.
“You're wonderful.” He chanted into her skin.
Experimentally, he licked the pink nipple that was already hard. Luna's moan in response was all the encouragement he needed to take the nipple in his mouth and suck on it. After a few minutes, Harry could feel Luna getting even wetter and breathing hard; he was about to explode if she rubbed herself against him any more.
Harry held Luna and reversed their positions, leaving her sitting on the sofa.
“H-Harry?” Luna asked confused, when she saw him kneeling between her spread legs.
Harry just gave her a shy smile as he grabbed both her thighs and spread her legs wider. Luna's scent hit him and he felt intoxicated by the smell of arousal. He looked directly at Luna's pink pussy and felt an overwhelming desire to lick it. And that's what he did.
Still looking into Luna's eyes, he opened his mouth and licked the entire length of her pussy, waiting to see what her reaction would be. Harry felt wonderful when Luna's cheeks turned red and she let out a long moan. Harry decided to focus all his attention on pleasuring Luna with his mouth, even though he had no experience in doing so.
Harry licked Luna and slid his tongue in and out of her, having to hold her hips in place. When he reached her clit and ran his tongue gently around it. He decided to up the ante and slipped a finger inside her, marveling at the tightness and warmth wrapped around his finger. Luna moaned even more. As he moved his finger in and out, he sucked on her clit and immediately felt her tremble and contract around his finger. Luna was cumming in his mouth and it was the best thing he had ever felt. He kept moving his finger until he felt her relax completely.
Harry lifted his head to look at Luna and she had her eyes closed and a smile on her lips that said he had done everything right. She opened her eyes and stared at him before pulling him into a passionate kiss.
When they broke apart, Luna pulled Harry up and made him sit next to her on the sofa. “I want to give something back, Harry.” She smiled softly and knelt between Harry's legs.
“You don't have to do that, Lu.” He tried to protest.
“I want to.” She said as she gripped his cock with her small hand.
When Luna ran her tongue over the head of his cock, Harry let out a loud moan. Nothing had ever felt so good. The sight of Luna, with her innocent eyes and rosy mouth, putting her mouth on his cock was the most erotic thing he had ever seen.
Luna smiled in satisfaction at his reaction and went back to gently kissing the head of his cock, leaving no spot untouched. Her delicate, soft fingers slowly wrapped around its length, although her fingers couldn't quite meet its size. Harry moaned heavily at the contact and closed his eyes tightly. He had masturbated a few times, but it had never felt as good as it did now, with Luna simply touching him. Slowly, Luna began to move her hand up and down, pushing him while kissing and licking his cock.
Harry couldn't hold back the moan as the head of his cock was swallowed by the moist heat of her mouth. She continued to slowly take more and more of his length into her mouth. The sensation was incredible, even better than when she used her hand. She started to choke a little, but that didn't seem to stop her as she tried to swallow the entire length in her mouth.
When she started to take it in and out, Harry had to clench his hands tightly to stop himself from cumming on the spot. She started going faster and faster and Harry couldn't help but lift his hips to meet her on the way. They were both moaning as their thrusts became frantic.
“Luna, I'm going to come.” He tried to warn her.
But she didn't stop, she kept sucking him until, with one last thrust, he exploded into her. Strings and strings of his cum were swallowed by Luna. When she couldn't take it anymore, she took her mouth off his cock, but left her mouth open to receive every last drop. Looking at him, she swallowed and then gave a shy smile.
Harry had the impression that she would be the end of him.
His whole body relaxed and a second later he motioned for Luna to come to the sofa with him. When she went to sit on the sofa, he pulled her up and sat her on his lap, bringing her into a long, wet, loving kiss, while he stroked her hair.
Harry didn't want to let her go. The feel of her skin on his was heaven. As Luna leaned her head on his chest, giving them both time to catch their breath, Harry thought about how his body and soul seemed to bend around her. He never wanted to leave that embrace, he never felt so close to someone, so vulnerable and yet strong. He loved her smell, the delicacy of her body, the softness of her hair. At that moment, with her on his lap, nothing could get to him. This month without her had shown him something he hadn't seemed to realize before: his life without Luna was empty and sad. She was essential to him, her friendship, the way she always knew what he was thinking without him having to tell her, that was something he never had with anyone else, even Ron and Hermione. Luna was synonymous with peace, comfort and loyalty and mixed in with all that, he now had a sexual desire for her. He had never desired anyone so much and now he saw that the desire he had for Ginny was nowhere near what he felt for Luna. He had felt a silly jealousy when he saw her kissing Dean, but with Luna it was different, it was something visceral. As if if he didn't have her, he wouldn't be able to breathe.
With a shock he realized that what he felt for Luna was strong and unshakeable, something that had a basis in friendship, but was now much more. He loved her. That was terrifying and exciting at the same time.
Luna seemed to notice that her heart was racing and her breathing was ragged, because she lifted her head and looked at him.
“Is everything all right, Harry?”
Gods, even her voice moved him. Those beautiful eyes, so gentle, so innocent, so pure, he wanted to drown in them.
Luna raised her hand and touched his cheek, bringing him back to reality.
Harry held her face with both hands, making her stare at him closely. He took a deep breath, trying to put the right words together.
“Lu, you're one of my best friends, the way we connect is something I've never had with anyone. You understand me, just your presence fills me with peace and calms me down. I know it took me a while to realize it, but now I know and I have no doubt. I love you. I love everything about you. Your gentleness, kindness, loyalty. I love your smile, your eyes, your hair, your body. I love you, Luna.”
He finished his speech feeling his heart flayed with so much love.
Luna smiled at him so broadly that she looked like the sun itself. Her eyes shone and she seemed to be made of light.
Her hand caressed his cheek.
“Harry, I've loved you for so long. I've never loved anyone as much as I love you, but I was afraid of losing your friendship, so I never said anything.”
Harry felt as if he had won a million Quidditch matches. Nothing compared to the feeling of knowing that he was loved by Luna. No one had ever told him they loved him and that feeling was incredible. He pulled Luna into his embrace.
With that statement, Luna grabbed his head and pulled him into a passionate kiss. The kiss was different now. They were both pouring out their souls. There was passion, desire and love. All too soon they had to stop for breath and Harry realized that the room had conjured up a bed. Holding Luna in his arms, he walked over to the bed and laid her down lovingly. Then he lay down next to her and resumed the kiss. They both caressed each other for a while, until they couldn't stand it any longer.
“Harry, please.”
He knew what Luna was asking.
Harry changed his position and knelt between Luna's legs. He leaned on her forearm as he kissed her and rubbed the head of his cock against her wet folds, making them both moan. Luna's small hand grasped his cock and directed it towards her entrance. Still kissing her, he began to slowly push inside. When the head was all the way in, Harry had to stop the kiss and put his face in her hair to control himself. It felt too good and he was sure that if he hadn't cum before, he would have cum now.
Raising his face and looking directly at her, Harry continued to get even more into her heat. They were both flushed and moaning softly. When his cock found a barrier, Luna wrapped her legs around him, encouraging him to continue. Worried about the pain she might feel, Harry put his mouth on her nipple and began sucking it, while his other hand pinched the other nipple. When Luna was squirming beneath him, he kissed her again and pushed all the way in. His heart squeezed when she whimpered into his mouth. Despite the overwhelming sensation Harry was feeling and the desire to thrust further into her, he stayed still inside her, giving her time to get used to it.
“Is everything all right, Lu?” He stroked her hair, gently kissing her cheek.
“...Yes.” She sighed. “I just need a moment.”
“Of course.” Harry leaned in and kissed her again. Gradually the kiss escalated from gentle to passionate. Luna tightened her legs even more around him and Harry realized what she wanted, so he began to move slowly inside her. They both moaned with pleasure.
Harry changed his position and knelt over her, taking the opportunity to lift her leg and rest it on his shoulder. He immediately felt himself going deeper inside her and couldn't hold back a loud moan.
“Fuck, Luna.”
“That's it Harry! Faster.” Luna begged. Harry was happy to oblige.
The sight of Luna's swaying breasts and lust-filled eyes drove him further into his pleasure. This was the best thing they had both ever felt. The room filled with moans and the sound of flesh hitting flesh as Harry pounded into her frantically.
“Lu, I'm close.”
“All in!” She shouted breathlessly.
“But...” Although he loved her, getting her pregnant wouldn't be a good option.
“I'll take a portion.”
She said and immediately moaned loudly, her whole body shaking as her insides squeezed Harry's cock even tighter. She was cumming all around him. This realization pushed Harry over the edge and in an explosion he began to come inside her. Still moving slowly as the traces of his orgasm faded, he let himself fall on top of her and Luna immediately wrapped her arms around his neck. Lovingly, they kissed again for a long time, while Harry was still inside her.
After they had finished kissing, Harry rolled over and took Luna with him, making her lie on his chest. He stroked her hair until he heard her breathing become steady, indicating that she had fallen asleep. Harry wrapped his arms around her, wanting to tattoo the feel of her on his arms. It felt like heaven. Slowly, he fell asleep too, feeling that he had finally arrived home.
In the middle of the night, Harry was woken up by Luna's gentle kisses. This time they took their time getting to know each other's bodies, discovering what they liked. They made love slowly, giving a little more of their souls to each other. They kissed with gentle passion, exchanged words of love, revealing their greatest dreams and fears. When it was all over, Harry and Luna were sure they belonged together. All the loneliness they had both faced throughout their young lives had finally come to an end, they had found each other. They were home. They belonged together.
When Harry woke up in the morning, he found Luna watching him. His heart pounded in his chest as he remembered everything they had done and said, confirming that it wasn't a dream.
“Good morning, Harry.” He loved that gentle voice.
Luna leaned over and kissed the tip of his nose. Harry smiled.
“You were watching me, was I snoring?” He said jokingly.
“No... I was thinking about how beautiful you are. Confirming that I'm not dreaming.”
Harry blushed at the compliment and pulled her into his arms, running his nose through her hair and smelling her vanilla scent.
“It's not a dream, Lu. I love you.” He would never tire of saying that to her. Even though he found it difficult to talk about his feelings, these words came so naturally from his lips. He was overflowing with love for her, he didn't want to keep it in.
“I love you too, Harry.”
Harry brushed his hand across her cheek and Luna leaned into his touch.
“I'd love to never have to leave here again. I don't know how I've lived so far without you.”
Harry gave her an Eskimo kiss, making her laugh out loud.
“Me too.” She pointed out, with another kiss on his nose.
“But we have to get back to our dormitories before the whole castle wakes up.” You could hear the regret in his voice.
“Yes.” Luna also made no secret of the fact that she preferred to stay there with him.
They both got dressed in silence, taking the time to look at each other's bodies. When Luna had finished putting on her leotard, Harry grabbed her around the waist and pulled her close.
“You look beautiful, but I really don't want anyone else seeing you like this.” Harry's cheeks reddened as he realized how jealous he was. “I'll give you my invisibility cloak, so you can get in without being noticed. If anyone finds me, I can say I've just woken up.”
Luna agreed and Harry escorted her to the door of Corvinal's common room. After a quick kiss, they agreed to meet for breakfast and he returned to his common room.
Harry was happy to find the common room empty and all his friends asleep. As there was still an hour before breakfast, Harry showered and sat down in front of the fireplace with a book in his hand. He had every intention of reading, but his thoughts went back to the night before and to the blonde sleeping in his arms.
For the first time in his life he was so happy, he had something that belonged only to him. His love for Luna was like light in the darkness and being loved by her was an indescribable feeling. With Luna by his side, he would fight this war, to ensure that she could always smile at him.
In his daydreams, Harry didn't notice Ron and Hermione approaching him until Ron patted him on the shoulder.
“Where were you, mate? I went to bed and you weren't back.”
Harry looked at his friends and decided that Luna was too important for him to hide the fact that he loved her.
“I was with Luna.” He couldn't contain the tenderness in his voice.
Hermione narrowed her eyes, while Ron looked surprised.
“What were you doing with Loony?” Harry's smile died.
“Don't call her that.” The seriousness in Harry's voice was perceptive. “Her name is Luna.”
Ron turned a little red. “All right, sorry, what were you doing with her?”
Hermione, who was just watching, decided to speak. “Why did you drag her off the stage like that?”
Harry shrugged. “I wanted to talk to her.” He knew his friends wouldn't be satisfied with that answer. He stood up and started towards the exit hole. “Let's go to breakfast.”
Ron and Hermione followed him, but returned to their questioning.
“What did you have to say to Loo... Luna, to get her off the stage like that?” Ron looked confused at Harry, but Hermione was already giving him a knowing look.
Harry took a deep breath. “All right.” He raised his hands in surrender. “I was jealous of her.”
He almost laughed at Ron's reaction.
“You WHAT?” Ron almost shouted.
“I was jealous of her.” Harry repeated.
Hermione gave Harry a slightly disapproving look.
“Harry, we're confused by this story. I'm sorry it's so hard to understand. One moment you were just her friend and now you're saying you were jealous of her?”
“Mione, I know... even I was confused at first.” Harry decided to go ahead. “But I'm in love with her, I just didn't realize it before.”
Ron looked at Harry as if he were crazy. “You're in love with Loony?”
“I told you not to call her that.” Harry took a step forward, glaring at Ron.
The three of them were momentarily silent, absorbing the situation.
“Man, you really are in love with her.” Ron was the first to say.
“Yeah, I am.” Harry smiled. He couldn't stop smiling at the thought of her.
“After that performance, I don’t judge you for being in love. I think every boy at Hogwarts is.” Ron laughed and Hermione rolled her eyes.
Harry smiled too, despite the jealousy he felt when he remembered the way everyone was looking at her. She was his, no one else mattered.
They walked back to the main hall. Harry noticed that Hermione was silent. He let her get used to the idea, he knew she liked Luna, but she didn’t agree with most of the things Luna said, causing some friction between the two. Hermione would have to learn to live with Luna, he wasn’t willing to give her up or let anyone treat her disrespectfully.
The three of them arrived at the main hall and the tables were starting to fill up. Harry immediately looked at the Ravenclaw table, but Luna wasn’t there. He sat down at the Gryffindor table and began to serve himself, realizing that after all the effort of the night before he was famished. His cheeks turned momentarily red and he focused on putting food on his plate so that no one would notice. Harry looked back at the door, but she wasn't coming in. Ron chose this moment to bring up the subject of the upcoming Quidditch match. A few minutes later Ginny arrived and sat across from Harry, staring at him. Harry did his best to continue his conversation with Ron and avoid her gaze. Before he would have been happy, but now... now he was uncomfortable.
As if a magnet was pulling him, Harry felt a tug in his stomach and immediately looked towards the door to the Great Hall. There she was. Blonde hair down, radish earrings and a Butterbeer cork necklace. Luna was wearing pink trousers and a blue cardigan. To Harry, she was the most beautiful girl in the world. When her eyes met his, Harry was half aware that the hall had quieted down and some were staring at Luna. Harry stood up and smiled widely, his heart racing. Gods, he had only been separated from her for two hours and he was already dying of longing.
Luna walked towards him, smiling, they both had eyes only for each other. Neither of them noticed Ginny's puzzled look or the jealous looks of some of the Ravenclaw girls.
When Luna approached Harry, he threw all caution to the wind and pulled her into his embrace, their mouths glued together. It was a quick and chaste kiss, but it made it clear to everyone that they were together.
“Hello.” Harry said foolishly, after kissing her, but without letting go of the hug. “I missed you.” He said it just for her to hear.
“I missed you too.” Luna smiled softly.
“Come, sit next to me and eat something.” Harry held her hand and helped her sit next to him.
Only then did he realize that he was being stared at by several people, including his friends. But he didn’t care, for him, all that existed was Luna.
“What do you want to eat, Lu?” He started to help her fill her plate.
To tease her, Harry spoke in her ear. “After yesterday, you have to eat to make up for all the effort.” Luna's cheeks immediately turned red. Harry loved that.
They were both pulled out of their private bubble when they heard a noise in front of them. Ginny had thrown her cutlery onto her plate, spilling all the food across the table. Her gaze was furious and directed at Luna. Harry immediately wrapped his arm around her shoulder protectively. Ginny noticed and turned even redder with anger. She stood up and started to leave the room. Luna started to get up.
“Where are you going?” Harry asked worriedly.
“I'll talk to her.” Her voice was determined and before Harry could answer, she was already going after Ginny.
Harry looked at his friends. Ron shrugged. “You know how Ginny's temper is. She likes you.”
Harry looked at his friend, not knowing what to say. He knew Ginny had liked him since they were kids, which made him realize that she liked the famous Harry Potter, not Harry, just Harry. He couldn't let that stop him from being with Luna. She really loved him. Only him.
Harry looked at the door and made his decision. As he was getting up, Hermione said: "Harry, better let them figure it out."
He looked at her for a second. "No, this is because of me and I'm not going to let Luna have to deal with it alone."
He walked away as fast as he could. Arriving at the door of the hall Harry didn't see anyone, his heart was already tight. He heard a loud voice coming from the hallway to the right, so he decided to go in that direction. What Harry saw filled him with fury. Luna was leaning against the wall, completely silent while Ginny screamed, pointing her finger at her face.
“You know I’ve loved him since I was a child. You’re a cheating bitch, you knew he was starting to look at me and then you put on a show, like a whore!” Ginny was blushing. Luna’s cheeks turned red.
“I love him too Ginny.” Luna’s voice was low and Harry had never seen her eyes so sad.
“It doesn’t matter! I love him more!” She looked crazy. “Do you think Harry would prefer you to me? After he gets tired of fucking you, he’ll come back for me.”
Harry got tired of that scene. He walked over to the two of them and got in between them, hiding Luna behind his back. The two were startled by his arrival and Ginny took a step back.
Harry's gaze was murderous. He spoke with a coldness he had never used before.
“You will never speak to Luna like that again. I don't care if you're a Wesley, I will hex you into oblivion.”
Harry saw Hermione and Ron approach, but he didn't care.
“You only love the famous Harry Potter, I'm not him. So you better get over it.” He couldn't mask his contempt.
Ginny's eyes filled with tears, but he didn't care.
“I love Luna, more than I've ever loved anything in this world. I'm hers and she's mine. That's the only thing that matters to me."
Harry turned to Luna. He touched her face affectionately. "Let's get out of here, love."
She seemed in a trance, he took her hand and led her to the grounds outside the castle. Harry walked with Luna to the edge of the lake and conjured a towel under a tree. He was worried about Luna's silence, she was staring at the lake and didn't look at him for a second.
"Luna, are you okay?"
She didn't answer.
"Luna, do you want to talk about it?" Harry tried again. He had never seen her like this. Even though she always seemed to be dreaming, she still had her feet on the ground. Now she seemed completely oblivious. Harry felt his temper want to explode. He was tempted to go back to the castle and hex Ginny, but he knew Luna needed him.
“Lu, look at me… please.” He touched her hand. Luna finally turned her head to him, blinking out of her trance. She looked at their hands together and pulled her hand from Harry’s grip. Harry’s heart sank at that and he felt like he was being slapped. Fear rose from his stomach to his throat.
“Lu, nothing she said…”
Luna cut him off mid-sentence. “Harry…” Her voice was low and broken, unlike its usual softness, “She’s right. We both know you wanted her. You were happy when she called you to the group and you didn’t even think about me. You were finally getting what you wanted and so was she. Then…” She took a deep breath and looked away, looking back at the lake, “Then I appeared on stage and even though it wasn’t my intention… I seduced you. You're only sixteen, obviously the excitement won out.”
She cringed, eyes shining with tears she wouldn't let fall. It was killing Harry to see her like this.
“Luna, don't…”
But she cut him off again, this time staring at him with cold determination. “Harry, it's okay that you got excited, sometimes sexual desire can be confused with deeper desires. I liked what we did, but you don't have to stay with me because of it.”
She gave him a sad smile and all Harry wanted to do was hug her, tell her she was wrong. But Luna wouldn't let him argue.
“I won't be mad at you, after all I promised I would continue to be your friend. I want you to be happy and I know Ginny can give you that, she's part of the family that loves you and took you in, your best friend's sister. Everything fits together.”
“Lu…” He tried to plead and reached out to touch her arm, but she pulled away.
“It’s best if we just keep what we did as a one-time thing.” Her voice was firm and she had lost all her dreaminess. You could see her jaw clenching.
“Are you breaking up with me?” Harry’s voice was low and broken. His heart was pounding wildly.
“We never had anything, so I need to break up.” She didn’t look at him when she said it. She made a gesture to get up, but Harry reacted on instinct and grabbed her arm.
“No…”
“Harry, please…” Now she was shaking, as if all her willpower to not cry was leaving her.
Harry wouldn’t let things end between them, not now that he had her. He loved her and would do anything to make sure she didn’t have any doubts about it. He was never good with words, but for her he would open his soul.
“Lu…” He held her hands again, this time tightly. “Please, look at me.” She looked at him, so vulnerable. “You’re right, I thought I wanted Ginny, but I was wrong.” Luna tried to protest, but he squeezed her hands. “Let me talk.” Her voice was gentle but firm.
“I always knew she liked me, but I never felt the same way about her. I saw her as a sister, but when I saw her with Dean, I felt jealous, because for a moment I had lost that certainty that someone loved me. It was selfish of me, but that’s how I felt. I’d never had people love me before. But the truth is that she didn’t love me as just Harry, but as Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived. When she called me to the group I was happy, but when I realized I wouldn’t be with you, all the joy disappeared. I looked for you everywhere, I compared our conversations with the ones I had with you, which were always much deeper, I didn’t like her touch and I wished you would touch me. Every bone in my body missed you. And that was all before I saw you on stage.”
She had stopped shaking and her hands were squeezing Harry's too. It gave him hope.
“When I saw you up there on stage, I was drawn to you like a magnet. Yes… I was excited and yes I wanted you, but it was never just sexual desire. I wanted you back in my life, because the month I spent without you was empty. I also wanted to hold you and kiss you. With you I want everything.”
Harry released one hand and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and then cupped her face gently.
“Yesterday was the happiest day of my life, more than finding out I was a wizard. Having you in my arms was the best thing I've ever felt. You see me as just a boy, you see the real me, like no one else does. I want to be yours and I want you to be mine. Everything I told you yesterday was true, I'm not confusing love with sexual desire. I feel both for you.”
Luna's eyes shone with hope and Harry's heart was pounding lightly in his chest.
His cheeks turned red, but he still said, “I didn't fuck you yesterday, I made love to you. Of course I hope we can fuck too, but you'll never be just a fuck to me. I love you, I love everything about you. Please believe me.”
Luna leaned in and laid her head on his chest. Immediately Harry wrapped his arms around her.
“I love you Luna and I'll never let you go. You're my home, my family. I'm yours, as long as you want me.” He said in her ear.
Luna tightened her arms around him.
“I love you Harry, you're my home too.”
Harry held her face and kissed her with all his soul, Luna reciprocated.
They were facing a war, but now they had someone to lean on, they had each other's love. No matter what came, they would stay together.