The Common Room One-Shots

Harry led Luna down the corridor to Slughorn's office, occasionally glancing over at her as they walked. He could hear music pouring out of the room the closer they got to the entrance, though he could still hear Luna humming softly as they walked.

Harry couldn't help but admire Luna's gown, she really did look quite beautiful this evening. It was a shiny, spangled silver dress that kind of reminded him of a Christmas tree, the way it fell in layers down her body. Her hair was tied back in a simple ponytail and she had the barest hints of makeup on her cheeks and around her silver eyes. She wore silver high-heels that matched her dress and gave her a few inches in height, though she was still a head shorter than him.

"You look very handsome, Harry," Luna said pulling him from his observations.

"Thank you. That dress looks incredible on you," Harry said not having to fake the sincerity in his voice.

"I made the dress in the come-and-go room after you asked me to come to the party," Luna beamed.

Harry was saved from having to reply as they arrived at the door to Slughorn's office. Taking a breath to prepare himself, Harry pushed open the door and led Luna into the party.

Harry's first thought upon entering the crowded room was that Slughorn's office appeared to be a massive tent with emerald green silk covering the walls and ceiling. Harry wondered if Slughorn had actually set up a wizarding tent in his office because the room was massive seeming to be almost on par with the entrance hall in terms of size. The ceiling had to be close to thirty feet over his head, and there must have been a hundred guests filling the room. There was pleasant music playing over the chatter of guests mingling amongst themselves and dozens of house elves bearing trays loaded with drinks expertly wending their way through the guests.

Harry spotted quite a few of his friends, most notable being Ginny and Hermione, who were talking excitedly while their dates made awkward conversation with passersby.

"Oh look, mistletoe," Luna chirped pulling Harry from his observations.

Before Harry registered what she said, Luna pulled Harry's head down and placed a not-so-chaste kiss on his lips.

Harry pushed his shock aside and returned the kiss, his arms wrapping around Luna's slender waist, making her moan her approval as she pressed her chest into his and threaded. Her fingers through his hair. Harry felt his heart sped up when his eyes met silvery orbs and he saw the unmistakable gleam of arousal in her eyes.

Before their kissing could devolve into a full-blown snogging session, he felt a tap on his shoulder, and he reluctantly pulled back. Harry felt his face heat up as he turned to see a smirking Slughorn standing beside him.

Professor Slughorn was dressed in a green velvet smoking jacket that appeared a bit small for his rotund stomach. He had a large glass of burgundy liquid that Harry assumed was some type of alcohol if the red splotches on his cheeks were any indication and a lit cigar in his other hand that was giving off a sickly sweet smoke.

"Harry my boy, it is simply wonderful you could join us for this little party," Slughorn beamed before draining his goblet and setting the empty glass on a tray carried by a passing house elf.

"Th-thank you, Professor," Harry stuttered out as Luna took his hand and turned to face their portly potions professor.

"I see you brought Miss Lovegood; I'm glad you could make it, my dear," Slughorn beamed.

"Daddy says your parties are amazing, he swears he saw a nargle at your Christmas party in his fourth year," Luna said giving Slughorn a dreamy smile.

"He very well might have, my parties attract all sorts, you know," Slughorn beamed.

"Do you suppose I will see one tonight?" Luna queried.

"You never know," Slughorn answered in a tone of amusement.

"There certainly are a lot of people here, sir," Harry said as he gazed around the room.

"Most of my guests are former students of mine," Slughorn beamed as he guided them towards a pair of men standing near the drinks table.

"I think that man is a vampire," Luna said with a rare look of surprise as they neared the two men Slughorn was leading them to.

"Ah yes, that is Mister Worple's guest, Mister Sanguini," Slughorn replied as they came to a halt at the drinks table.

The next hour was monotonous, in Harry's opinion, as Slughorn led him and Luna from person to person, making introductions and consuming copious amounts of wine as they ambled around the magically expanded room. After meeting Eldred Worple and his vampire friend, they were introduced to the drummer for the Weird Sisters, the star Beater for the Holyhead Harpies, the editor for the Daily Prophet, and countless ministry workers who were all former members of the Slug Club. Harry's least favorite introduction had been the first; Eldred Worple had been rather insistent that he allow the man to write his biography. All the while, Sanguini had been eyeing Luna with evident hunger in his eyes. Harry had been ecstatic when Slughorn had led them over to another guest though Harry kept a close eye on the vampire until they were a safe distance away.

 Luna, for her part, took things in stride and seemed to be thoroughly enjoying asking everyone they were introduced to questions about everything from nargels to their opinion on the rot fang conspiracy.

After what felt like an eternity, Slughorn finally excused himself, and Harry took the opportunity to lead Luna to one of the tables on the outer edge of the room. The tables were under a sound muffling charm and gave them a bit of respite from the loud music and the chatter of the other guests. After snagging them drinks and a couple of sandwiches from a passing house-elf, they took seats across from one another and took a moment to relax after their narrow escape from Slughorn

"I can't believe that none of the ministry workers know about the rot fang conspiracy," Luna mused after a few moments of nibbling on her sandwich.

Harry grinned to himself; the look on Derk Cresswell's face when Luna had asked him about the rot fang conspiracy had been highly amusing, and Harry had barely held in his laughter as the man tried in vain to assure her that there was no such conspiracy.

"I guess the conspiracy goes deeper than you thought?" Harry questioned, noting the way she was eying him over her butterbeer.

"Perhaps, though I suspect they are terrified they will be fed to heliopaths if they reveal too much," Luna mused.

Before Harry could reply, something soft brushed his inner thigh. Harry's eyes found Luna, who gave him a mischievous smile. Harry gave an involuntary jerk when he felt what he now realized was the sole of her bare foot sliding upward before coming to rest against his crotch.

"Is something wrong, Harry?" Luna asked dreamily.

Harry felt her gently wiggle her toes over his trouser-covered erection, causing him to audibly groan. Harry couldn't help but buck his hips slightly as she continued to tease him and prayed that nobody noticed them.

"No, nothing's wrong," Harry answered surprised he was able to keep his voice steady.

"Really? You seem a bit flushed," Luna said, her toes tracing his erection under the table.

"I th-think you know what's distracting me," Harry muttered as he glanced at his lap.

Harry wasn't surprised to see the top of her tiny foot, her tiny toes with Ravenclaw blue paint on her toenails wiggling teasingly over his tented trousers making his cock throb.

"Yes, I do," Luna agreed as her other foot soon came to rest in his lap as well.

Harry looked back up at her in time to see her remove her wand from its place behind her right ear before it slipped under the table. Before Harry could question her, his fly unzipped itself and his trousers and boxers slid halfway down his thighs. Harry gasped in surprise when his cock sprang free and was quickly enveloped in the arches of Luna's silky soft soles.

"Luna?!" Harry exclaimed in a loud whisper as she began to gently stroke his cock with her tiny feet.

"I meant to play with you like this last night, but I was enjoying the massage too much," Luna smiled, a knowing glint in her eyes.

"Somebody might *ah* see us," Harry protested though he couldn't help but buck his hips at the pleasant sensation of her soles sliding up the length of his cock.

"I don't think anyone can see under the tables," Luna assured him not slowing in her ministrations.

"What do you *oh god* mean?" Harry asked a bit surprised when Luna cast a lubrication charm under the table.

"These look like tables that are used by Mark's Magical Marquee's Catering, they have charms to hide what goes on underneath them," Luna explained as if it were obvious.

"Why?" Harry asked in confusion, his brain barely processing her words as her slippery feet stroked him under the table.

"Pureblood ladies often get very randy, particularly at weddings. The charm gives them privacy when they decided to slip under the table to fellatio their dates... or someone else's date," Luna explained in her usual dreamy tone.

"Oh," Harry grunted as one of her cold heels pressed into his sack

"I think Hermione and Ginny are coming over," Luna said pulling his attention to the two girls making their way over from the buffet table.

"Luna, you have to *ooooh* stop," Harry gasped out as she sped up her motions.

"No, I can't stop until your snorkack sprays my feet in cream, otherwise it could get angry and go on the rampage," Luna said dreamily.

Harry had the sudden mental image of his cock detatching itself from his body and reeking havoc with the other guests before Luna gently gripped the head of his cock with her toes and his thoughts returned to the present.

Before he could come up with another reason for her to stop her ministrations, Hermione took a seat beside Harry and was shortly followed by Ginny, who took a seat next to Luna.

"Hello, you two," Hermione beamed.

"Hi He-Hermione," Harry muttered as Luna's smotions slowed to a teasing pace that made Harry internally groan in frustration.

"You look a bit flushed, Harry," Ginny said before digging into a large bowl of pudding.

"He does, doesn't he," Hermione agreed.

"I suspect nargles," Luna said giving Harry a barely noticeable wink.

"Hm, I still don't believe nargles actually exist," Hermione huffed.

Harry tuned out the conversation going on around him as Luna began to stroke him faster her soft feet sliding up and down his length.

"Are you sure that you're okay, Harry? Your face is a bit red," Ginny questioned a curious look crossing her features.

"Oh god yes, I-I'm greeeeat," Harry gasped out his voice taking on a breathy quality as Luna's toes brushed over the head of his cock.

"Have you been enjoying the party, Luna?" Hermione asked, giving Harry a strange look.

"Oh yes, I have. Harry has been a wonderful date," Luna beamed.

"Must be nice, I would have been better off going with a troll than Cormac," Hermione huffed.

"Serves you right for bringing him,' Ginny ssnipped a look of vindication crossing her features.

Harry was distracted from hearing Hermione's retort as Luna began stroking him much faster and he bucked in his chair, the sudden sensation catching him by surprise. Luna's tiny feet were now a blur of motion, causing the white tablecloth to ripple from her movements. Harry vaguely registered Hermione glancing down at his lap before a look of realization crossed her features. Unfortunately, his concentration was centered on Luna's feet and the growing pressure in his balls as the quirky blonde finally succeeded in pushing him over the edge. Harry gripped the table and let out a throaty groan as he shot ropes of spunk all over Luna's feet and succeeded in coating the underside of the table as well.

"Harry, you should be ashamed of yourself!" Hermione exclaimed before lifting the tablecloth in time to see Luna's cum soaked feet slip out of sight and Harry's raging erection coated in a mixture of lubricant and his own cum.

'I uh-

"Making poor Luna do 'that' to you in the middle of a party," Hermione cut him off as she hastily let go of the tablecloth, her cheeks a brilliant shade of red .

"Do what?" Ginny asked giving Hermione a curious look.

"I didn't make her do anything," Harry protested weakly as he hastily pulled up his trousers.

"It's true, I wanted to milk his snorkack with my feet," Luna agreed.

"Milk his snorkack?" Ginny asked before a look of understanding crossed her features and she gave Harry an incredulous look.

"So that rumor Brown was spreading wasn't made up," Ginny exclaimed.

"What rumor?" Harry demanded.

"That you're a disgusting foot pervert," Hermione answered before Ginny could say anything.

"Don't be mean, Harry's snorkack milk will make my feet very soft," Luna admonished.

"I always said that you were a closet perv, Luna," Ginny smirked looking amused at Hermione's reaction.

"I recall that you and Demelza extracted Harry's snorkack milk the same way a few months ago," Luna mused.

"Bloody hell, does anything stay private in this retched castle?" Ginny groused.

Harry was saved from further interrogation as there was a commotion at the door. He couldn't fight a smug grin when he saw the source of the disturbance, which happened to be Draco Malfoy being dragged into the room by Argus Filch, who was leading Malfoy by his ear, much to the blond ponce's distress.

Harry watched as Malfoy was questioned by Slughorn before he was soon led out of the room by a scowling Severus Snape.

"Come on, Luna. I want to see what they're up to," Harry said as he got to his feet.

"Okay," Luna agreed as she slipped her shoes back on not seeming to care that her feet were still covered in his seed.

"Where are you going?" Hermione demanded as Harry offered Luna his hand.

"I want to know what Malfoy was up to," Harry answered and quickly guided Luna away before Hermione could ask anything else.

"Why are we following them?" Luna asked as Harry led her into the hallway and shut the door behind them.

"Two reasons really. Mainly because I know Malfoy is up to something and I want to know what it is," Harry answered.

"Oh, what is the other reason?" Luna questioned.

Harry took a moment to pull out his invisibility cloak and drape it over them before he gave her an answer.

"I wanted to get away from Hermione. I know she would have started scolding me again," Harry grinned.

"I think she's just jealous your snorkack milk isn't covering her feet," Luna postulated.

"I really should be upset with you for doing that in the middle of the party but that foot job was amazing, Luna," Harry said as the two of them began walking down the corridor in the direction toward where Snape and Malfoy had just headed.

"I suppose it's only fair that you punish me if I upset you," Luna suggested.

Harry was about to ask what she meant when he heard Malfoy's raised voice from a classroom up ahead and he hurried them forward to try and hear what was being said.

The conversation between Snape and Malfoy was definitely informative though it left him with even more questions than answers. One thing was certain: whatever Malfoy was up to, Snape was helping him. Hell if what Harry heard was true, Snape didn't have much choice in the matter. Snape had admitted to making an unbreakable vow with Malfoy's mother, effectively making him party to whatever Malfoy was up to whether he agreed with it or not.

Harry was still reeling from this information when Malfoy stormed out of the room, and he barely had time to pull Luna out of the way before Draco collided with them. A few moments later, Snape exited the room and stalked away, an unreadable expression on his pallid face.

"That was interesting," Harry muttered after he could no longer hear Snape's retreating footsteps.

"It was certainly strange," Luna agreed.

"Do you think I'm crazy for suspecting Malfoy of being a death eater?" Harry asked as the two of them began walking back the way they had come from.

"I would be the last person to call you crazy considering how insane everyone thinks I am," Luna shrugged.

"Not everyone thinks you're insane," Harry argued.

"My nickname in Ravenclaw is Loony Lovegood," Luna pointed out.

"Well from what I saw last year, most of the Ravenclaws are a bunch of wankstains," Harry snorted.

"My dorm mates sure are," Luna agreed.

"Back to Malfoy," Harry said as they came to a stop outside of Slughorn's office.

"Your instincts are usually good; from what we heard, it is a safe assumption that Draco Malfoy is at the very least helping Lord Voldemort and is equally likely that he is a marked death eater," Luna reasoned.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure that he had something to do with Katie Bell receiving that cursed necklace," Harry confessed.

"He very well could have been," Luna agreed.

Harry jumped as the office door opened, and Hermione stepped into the hall, followed a second later by Ginny. Still, under the invisibility cloak, Harry and Luna hastily took a few steps backward so the two girls could pass.

"I can't believe Luna did that in the middle of the party," Hermione said as soon as the door shut behind them.

"I know, I would be so scared somebody would see," Ginny agreed.

"That's not what I meant," Hermione huffed.

"Not everyone has your prudish sensibilities, Hermione," Ginny smirked as the two of them began walking down the corridor.

To Be Continued...