Professor Potter (Ch. 5)

( Every character in this story is a legal adult over the age of 18 )

Professor Potter

Chapter 5

A loud, insistent rapping startled Harry from a deep, restful sleep. He cracked one eye open. It was still dark. For a moment, he thought he’d imagined it, but there it was again. A series of knocks had him sighing with displeasure. He realized with resigned irritation that it was coming from his own door.

He fumbled for his wand, knocked over a glass, and shuffled to the door in his boxers. Harry quickly grabbed a bathrobe and pulled it on. He wrenched it open and blinked at the vision before him. Luna Lovegood stood in the corridor, feet bare and toes already going numb from the cold. Her blonde hair was nearly waist-length, and it fell over her shoulders in soft waves. She smiled cutely, and her large eyes were luminously blue in the torchlight.

“Nargles,” she said, by way of explanation. “They’ve gotten terribly clever this winter. I think they’re mating in the suits of armor.”

He stared at her, blearily. “Luna, do you have any idea what time it is?”

She held up her arm. She wasn’t wearing a watch, but she studied her wrist anyway. “That’s all rather subjective, isn’t it?” She peered past his shoulder. “Professor Potter, you look very tired. You ought to be in bed.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Yes, Miss Lovegood. I agree. So should you.”

She brightened. “I was hoping you’d say that.” She drifted into his private suite without waiting for permission, then padded toward the bed, leaving small wet prints on the stone floor. He was too tired to fight it. He closed the door and followed her in.

She looked at the sheets with mild interest, then turned to him. “Would you like to sleep on the right or the left? It hardly matters, but you do seem the sort who prefers the window.”

He let out a short, exhausted sigh. “Luna, you can’t just walk into your professor’s room in the middle of the night.”

She tilted her head. “Would you prefer if I came through the window?”

“That’s not what I …” he broke off mid-sentence. “Never mind. Why are you here?”

She considered her response. “My shoes have vanished, and I have a dreadful feeling the Nargles aren’t going to give them back. I remembered that you’re rather good at finding things.”

Harry gave the ceiling a look that said, Why me? He caught her staring at the wall, chewing her lip, and realized with a start that she was shivering. “Fine,” he said. “Sit there. Don’t touch anything. I’ll see if I can scrounge up some slippers.”

He rummaged through a trunk and produced a pair of hideous, fluffy things someone had given him for Christmas. He turned to hand them over and nearly dropped them.

Luna had already stripped off her skirt and was standing there in nothing but a long, unbuttoned shirt. It was an old Hogwarts uniform shirt, three sizes too large and obviously male. He quickly wondered where on Earth she had gotten it. Her pale, bare legs were scattered with goosebumps. She accepted the slippers without comment and slid them onto her feet. She then sat cross-legged on the bed, revealing a flash of pale thigh all the way to her hip.

“Luna,” he said with a sigh. “Please put your skirt back on.”

She thought about it for a second. “Oh, but it’s damp. I sat in a puddle on the stairs.” She pointed at the crumpled, sodden fabric on the floor.

He had no idea how to deal with her. The Luna he knew was always a strange creature. His Luna had admitted to him that she spent a great deal of her Hogwarts years feeling very lonely, and Harry supposed that this Luna probably felt the same way. Harry knew he wouldn’t have the heart to send her away. “Right … Well … I suppose you want to sleep here tonight, so you don’t freeze to death?”

She smiled prettily and beamed with happiness. “That was my plan, yes.”

She wriggled under his blankets, then stopped suddenly. “I should probably shower first.” Without waiting for a reply, she hopped up and vanished into the bathroom. The door did not close all the way.

He heard the water running, the odd thump of a bottle being dropped, and the faint humming of a tune that had no recognizable melody. He tried to process what was happening and failed miserably. Luna, of all people, was in his room at one in the morning. He wondered briefly if he was still asleep and dreaming. He considered pinching himself, but that seemed a little too dramatic.

The shower shut off. He heard bare feet again. She emerged with a towel wrapped around her body, her hair plastered flat, and her cheeks flushed pink from the hot water. “That’s so much better,” she said in a soft, sweet voice. Water dripped down her legs as she left the foggy bathroom. “I’ll make sure not to leave water spots,” she said, her voice sounding oddly dreamy.

He gestured wordlessly, and she stood before him, looking up expectantly. He sighed, waved his wand, and the towel and her skin dried instantly. Her hair turned thick and fluffy. She clapped her hands with a pleased smile. “That’s so much more efficient than towels,” she declared.

“Happy to help,” he said, and reached for the nearest blanket to hand to her. She didn’t take it. Instead, she peeled the towel off and let it drop in a heap at her feet. He had thought, perhaps, that nothing could surprise him anymore.

She stood in front of him, smiling with an airy, content expression. Her body was completely bared to him. Her breasts were very round and perky, and her nipples were almost as pale as the rest of her skin. Her body practically glowed in the soft light, and she was entirely hairless below the neck. There was no trace of stubble. He briefly wondered how she had gotten her body so smooth. 

She turned to climb into his bed, and the movement gave him a clear, unambiguous view of her ass. It was perfectly shaped, jiggly, and each cheek bounced as she crawled onto the mattress. The space between her thighs was so smooth that he couldn’t help but stare. As she settled on her hands and knees and looked back over her shoulder, he caught a fleeting glimpse of her tight, delicate pussy folds. They were the lightest pink he had ever seen. He stood there frozen.

She cocked her head at him and smiled softly. “You can come in, you know. I don’t bite,” she said before rethinking it. “Well, not without warning.”

He cleared his throat. “You’re very … comfortable, aren’t you?”

She giggled and nodded. She burrowed under the blanket and patted the pillow beside her. “You should get warm before you go numb.”

He looked at her again, sprawled in his bed, her body bared without a trace of self-consciousness. He shook his head, shrugged off his bathrobe, and crawled into bed. He slid under the covers, and she pressed her chilly feet to his calves.

“See,” she whispered happily. “This is so much better.” She wiggled closer, and her back pressed to his chest, and her ass firmly mashed into his groin. She wiggled her ass against his boxer-covered cock, and it instantly began to harden. 

“Luna,” Harry warned her, but she paid his warning no mind. 

“It’s poking me in the bottom,” she giggled. 

Harry considered the situation, which was beyond salvage. Luna Lovegood was naked in his bed and grinding her ass against his groin. Her body was soft and smooth, and her hair smelled really good. She scooched her bottom harder into his groin, trapping his cock between the soft flesh of her ass and the fabric of his boxers. “You might as well put your arm around me,” she suggested. “It’s better for heat retention.”

He obeyed and wrapped his arm around her waist. Her skin was warm and smooth, and she shuddered when his fingers brushed against her belly. Luna immediately grabbed his hand and tugged it upward. She placed it directly over her right breast and held it there. Her breast was incredibly soft, and it was large enough to spill out of his hand.

“You have to move your hand, or it doesn’t count,” she wisely told him.

He moved it slowly, sliding his fingers over the mound. Her nipple was slightly puffy, and the tip crinkled and hardened under his palm. He brushed it, and Luna made a contented humming sound. She let go of his hand and instead reached back between their bodies. She slipped her hand under the blanket and gripped his cock through the fabric of his boxers.

She held it for a moment, as though studying its shape and size. “It’s very warm,” she said. “Like a radiator. It’s probably why you’re so comfortable to snuggle with.” She squeezed it experimentally. “If you want to, you can take these off,” she whispered, brushing her thumb along the length.

Harry hesitated for a quick moment. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. Clothes just get in the way of things.” She rolled over and pushed the blankets down, giving him space.

He shimmied out of his boxers and kicked them off the bed. His cock sprang up and smacked against his belly. The impressive size was obvious in the dim light. Luna watched it with unblinking interest, then returned to her former position. She pressed her ass right up against his cock, and pulled his hand back to her breast.

She said, “I like this. It’s more comfortable.” Luna rocked her hips back, aligning herself so that the top of his cock rested in the space between her thighs, just beneath her pussy. She pressed her legs together, trapping him. Harry gasped. The heat of her skin was unbelievable. Her pussy was a furnace compared to the rest of her body. He felt her taut pussy lips brushing against the head of his cock. They were slick and incredibly hot.

Luna squeezed his cock between her thighs and started to move. She slowly started to grind her pussy along the length of his shaft, painting it with her arousal. She lifted one leg and tilted her hips so that the head of his cock rubbed directly between her lips.

She said, “I read in Witch Weekly that guys really like this. Is that true?” she asked him, and it sounded like she was genuinely curious. 

He tried to respond, but the sensation was overwhelming. His hand was still on her breast, and she held it there, pressing it down each time she thrust back. She moaned softly, “You can pinch the nipple if you want. I’d really enjoy that.”

He did as she said and pinched the little nub. He rolled it between his fingers, and Luna moaned cutely. The tip of his cock slipped a little farther each time she bucked her hips, and she shifted her body to increase the contact.

“I want to see it,” she said, wriggling away and flipping over to face him. She inspected his cock up close, her nose almost touching it. She touched the shaft, ran her fingers along the length, circled the head, and then pressed her palm to his balls, as if measuring their weight. Satisfied, she climbed on top of him, straddling his hips.

Her thighs were like silk, and they squeezed him on both sides. She reached back, lined him up, and pressed the head of his cock against her folds. She was soaking wet, and she rocked back and forth on the tip, almost letting it slip inside. Her hair fell over her face, obscuring her expression, but he could hear the satisfaction in her humming.

“Luna, what are you doing?”

“Trying not to rush things. Witch Weekly says the anticipation is half the fun.” She smiled and then impaled herself on his cock in one smooth movement.

He sank inside her, as far as he could go. The heat was blinding, and she clenched around him and let out a high-pitched moan that seemed to jiggle her tits. She slid up and down, using her knees for leverage. Harry grabbed her hips for stability, and she giggled.

“You can go harder,” she whispered, bending close to his ear. “I’m more durable than I look.”

He matched her thrust for thrust. Her ass slammed down against his groin, the soft flesh of her thighs rippling with each clap. Her tits bounced along with her, and her pale pink nipples stood stiff and proud.

Luna whimpered and collapsed against him, clinging to his neck. She trembled, shuddered, and bit down on his shoulder. He felt her puss contract around him, milking him as she came. She made no attempt to muffle her voice, and she moaned loudly and shook with the intensity of it. Harry cupped her ass and pounded up into her. Her pussy squelched wetly as her walls hugged his shaft and refused to let go. 

He came seconds later, spilling inside her with a groan. Her pussy squeezed him tight, as if trying to keep it all inside, and she kissed him on the jaw. Luna rested her head on his chest, and Harry caressed her soft curves. 

“I think the Nargles will leave me alone now. You have a very calming energy,” she told him. 

He chuckled and pressed his face to her hair. “You’re mad,” he said, breathing in her scent. 

She nodded. “But I’m very happy.” Harry responded by kissing her on top of the head, which made her mewl cutely and wiggle against him. 

After a while, she rolled away, and his cock slipped out of her. She curled up on her side, facing him. She drew the blanket up, tucking it under her chin. Her eyelids drooped, and she yawned. “I hope you don’t mind if we go to sleep now,” she said, her voice soft and sleepy. “I’m pretty tired.”

He watched her drift off, completely at ease. He realized just how much he’d missed his Luna. She smiled in her sleep. Harry let himself smile, too. He wrapped his arm around her, and Luna snuggled closer to him. It wasn’t long before he fell asleep as well.