Chapter 42

Just Visiting (Ginny Weasley and Luna Lovegood)

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The Burrow was noisy as usual. Molly was clattering about in the kitchen, the twins were in the garden shouting at each other, and Ron was upstairs bickering with Hermione. Harry had just come back in from the shed when the back door creaked open and Luna stepped inside like she lived there.

“Hello?” came a dreamy voice.

Harry turned, grinning immediately. “Luna.”

She stood there with her usual serene smile, radish earrings swinging, a bundle of flowers in her hands. “I thought I’d drop by. Daddy’s busy with the Quibbler, and the house was very quiet. Sometimes quiet is nice, but sometimes it’s too quiet, and that makes it loud again, if you understand.”

Harry chuckled. “Perfect sense.”

Ginny appeared behind him, brushing dirt off her hands. “Luna! You should’ve sent an owl.”

“Oh, but then it wouldn’t have been a surprise,” Luna said lightly, stepping inside and handing Ginny the flowers.

Molly’s voice carried from the kitchen. “Is that Luna? Ginny, take her upstairs, would you? The twins are under my feet already.”

Ginny rolled her eyes but smiled. “Come on, we’ll hide out before Mum puts us to work.”

She rolled her eyes, grabbing Luna’s arm. “Come on. Before she finds us something to do.”

Harry followed them up the stairs, and they slipped into Ginny’s room. She shut the door with a quick flick of her wand, putting up a silencing charm almost out of habit.

Ginny dropped onto her bed. “Merlin, Mum’s on one today. If I get handed one more potato, I’ll lose it.”

Harry smirked and sat beside her, stretching his legs out. Luna wandered over and sat cross-legged on the floor, her gaze drifting between the two of them.

“You both look the same as you do in the Den,” she said calmly.

Ginny’s lips twitched. “Do we?”

“Yes. Like you’re waiting for me to join in,” Luna replied, her smile serene.

Harry caught Ginny’s eye. She bit her lip, smirking, then looked back at Luna.

“Well,” Ginny said, leaning back on her elbows, “if you already know what we’re thinking, maybe we shouldn’t waste time pretending.”

Luna’s smile didn’t falter. “I’d like that.”

Ginny shifted up onto the bed properly, her eyes on Luna. “Well then. Don’t just sit there.”

Before they started, Luna looked over at Harry and said: "Do whatever you want with us. I mean it." Ginny just nodded in agreement.

Luna tilted her head in that way she always did, as though she’d been waiting for the words. She climbed onto the mattress with calm, deliberate movements, her eyes flicking once toward Harry before settling back on Ginny.

Harry leaned against the wall, folding his arms, a smirk tugging at his lips. He was in no rush. Watching the two of them, the spark in Ginny’s eyes and the serene way Luna moved closer, was almost better than joining in right away. Almost.

Ginny’s fingers caught the hem of Luna’s jumper, tugging it upward. Luna raised her arms without hesitation, the fabric sliding off to reveal bare skin underneath.

“No bra?” Ginny teased, raising her eyebrows.

“Didn’t feel like wearing one,” Luna replied simply, her tone airy but her smile sharp.

Harry’s cock twitched just from the way Ginny grinned before leaning in, pressing her mouth to Luna’s chest. Luna let out a soft hum, not loud, but the sound was so content that it made Harry’s stomach tighten.

Ginny kissed lower, sucking lightly at a nipple until Luna sighed and tangled her fingers in Ginny’s hair. “That feels nice,” Luna said dreamily, though her hand pressing harder told another story.

Harry adjusted himself in his jeans, watching as Ginny pushed Luna gently back onto the pillows, kissing her down her stomach. Luna’s gaze flicked to him for a moment, steady and unbothered, before closing again when Ginny’s mouth found the waistband of her skirt.

“Take it off,” Ginny muttered, already tugging.

Luna lifted her hips, helping her. In seconds the skirt and knickers were gone, and Ginny’s head dipped between her thighs. Luna gasped this time, louder, one hand clutching the sheets while the other stayed in Ginny’s hair.

“Oh— yes— that’s good,” she whispered, her breath shaky now. “Don’t stop.”

Harry’s hand slid into his jeans, stroking slowly as he watched his girlfriend’s tongue work, watched Luna’s legs tremble and her serene expression crack into moans and gasps.

Ginny pulled back for a moment, glancing at Harry with a smirk, her mouth glistening. “You’re enjoying the view.”

“More than you know,” Harry muttered, his voice low.

“Good,” Ginny said, before diving back in, making Luna cry out properly this time, her hips jerking against Ginny’s mouth.

Luna’s moans filled the room, soft but constant, her dreamy voice breaking into desperate sounds as she came, her whole body shuddering. Ginny held her steady, lapping up everything, until Luna collapsed back against the pillow, flushed and panting.

Harry’s fist had stilled, his cock aching to be inside one of them. But for now, he stayed put, watching the two girls kiss messily, Luna tugging Ginny’s top off in return, their bodies pressing together in a slow grind.

“Your turn,” Luna whispered against Ginny’s lips.

Ginny glanced back at Harry, her grin wicked. “Think he’s had enough watching yet?”

Harry smirked, pushing off from the wall, already tugging his jeans down. “Not nearly.”

His jeans hit the floor, and Ginny’s eyes flicked down, her grin widening when she saw just how ready he was. She bit her lip, looking back at Luna.

“See what you’ve done,” she teased. “You’ve wound him up just by lying there.”

Luna turned her head, her pale hair falling over one shoulder as her eyes settled on Harry. Calm as ever, her lips curved into a faint smile. “Then we shouldn’t waste him.”

That was all Harry needed. He climbed onto the bed, his weight sinking into the mattress as Ginny leaned back, pulling Luna with her so the two of them were spread out side by side. Their bare skin flushed against each other, Ginny’s freckles stark, Luna’s paleness glowing in the low light.

“Merlin,” Harry muttered, taking in the sight.

“Less staring,” Ginny said breathlessly, reaching out to grab his cock. “More fucking.”

Her hand stroked him once before guiding him down between Luna’s legs. Harry lined himself up and pushed inside, groaning as Luna’s cunt clenched tight around him.

Luna moaned softly, her head tipping back, her lips parting. “Oh. That’s… very nice.”

Harry gritted his teeth, setting a steady pace at first, his hands gripping her thighs. Ginny was already leaning down, kissing Luna’s chest, sucking at her nipple until Luna gasped again, her moans coming quicker now with every thrust Harry gave her.

“Fuck, you feel good,” Harry groaned, slamming harder into her, the wet slap of skin filling the room.

“Yes,” Luna whispered, her voice dreamy but shaky. “More. Don’t stop.”

Ginny glanced up, smirking. “She likes it rough, Harry. Give it to her.”

Harry growled low, picking up the pace, pounding into Luna harder, faster, until her serene expression broke into ragged cries. Her nails dug into the sheets, her hips jerking up to meet his thrusts as Ginny kissed her mouth, swallowing her moans.

Harry’s eyes burned as he watched the two of them together — Ginny’s tongue sliding against Luna’s, their bodies pressed tight, Luna gasping into the kiss every time Harry drove deep.

“Merlin, that’s hot,” he muttered, slamming harder, sweat dripping down his temple.

Ginny broke the kiss to look at him, her grin wild. “You think you’ve had enough of just one of us?”

Harry smirked, pulling out of Luna with a wet slap. She whimpered at the loss, but Ginny was already tugging him toward her, spreading her legs.

“Your turn with me,” she breathed, her eyes dark.

Harry shoved into her in one hard thrust, making her cry out, her nails clawing down his chest. Luna lay beside them, still flushed and panting, but her dreamy smile didn’t fade as she reached out, her hand sliding between Ginny’s thighs to play with her clit while Harry fucked her.

Ginny screamed, her body convulsing as the two of them wrecked her together. “Fuck— yes— don’t stop, oh god—”

Harry growled, slamming harder, Luna’s calm voice cutting through Ginny’s cries. “She’s close. Don’t let her stop.”

Harry didn’t.

He was already dripping with sweat, Ginny still shuddering from her last orgasm, Luna flushed but calm as ever, her chest rising and falling quickly.

Ginny flopped back on the bed, her freckles standing out stark on her flushed skin. “Fuck, I can’t breathe.”

“You don’t need to,” Luna said serenely, sliding closer, her hand brushing down Ginny’s stomach. “You only need to feel.”

Ginny moaned when Luna’s fingers slid between her thighs, still slick from Harry. “Merlin, Luna—”

Harry’s cock twitched at the sight. He climbed between them, grabbing Luna by the hips and pulling her onto her knees. She let him, turning her head to give him a calm smile before looking down at Ginny again.

Ginny reached up, tangling her fingers in Luna’s hair, pulling her down until Luna’s mouth pressed to her cunt. The redhead gasped, arching off the bed.

“Oh fuck—” Ginny cried, clutching at the sheets.

Harry groaned at the sight, stroking himself once before shoving into Luna from behind in one brutal thrust.

She moaned into Ginny, muffled but loud, her body jerking forward. Ginny screamed, bucking her hips against Luna’s mouth.

“Merlin, yes, both of you, don’t stop—” Ginny gasped, her eyes rolling back.

Harry slammed into Luna hard, the wet sound of his cock filling the room as Luna licked Ginny relentlessly. She was moaning too, her voice breaking against Ginny’s folds every time Harry drove into her.

Ginny’s hands fisted in Luna’s hair, her thighs clamping tight around her face as she screamed, squirting across her chin with a violent orgasm. Harry nearly came just watching it.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he growled, pounding into Luna harder, gripping her hips so tight his fingers would leave bruises.

Luna pulled back just long enough to gasp, “She tastes good,” before Ginny yanked her back down, sobbing for more.

Harry’s rhythm grew savage, his cock slamming into Luna’s soaked cunt, her moans vibrating through Ginny. Ginny was writhing, her cries loud and filthy, begging for more even as she shook from overstimulation.

When Harry felt Luna clench around him, tight and sudden, he knew she was close. She came silently, just a deep shudder, her body trembling as he fucked her through it. Ginny screamed at the same time, her body convulsing against Luna’s mouth, squirting again as her nails raked down her own stomach.

Harry pulled out, gasping, his cock glistening, aching to finish. Both girls were ruined, Ginny sprawled across the sheets, Luna kneeling between her legs, her face wet, her expression calm but glowing with satisfaction.

Ginny glanced up at him with a hoarse laugh. “Still not finished, are you?”

Harry smirked, gripping Luna’s hair and pulling her head back. “Not even close.”

The room stank of sex, sweat slicked on every body, the sheets ruined and twisted. Ginny was flat on her back, legs still trembling, her chest heaving as she dragged in sharp breaths. Luna knelt beside her, face wet, lips swollen, her expression serene but her body shaking faintly from the pounding she’d just taken. Harry loomed over both of them, his cock still hard, heavy, throbbing, veins standing out, the sight alone making both girls’ eyes widen again.

Ginny gave a hoarse laugh. “You’re fucking unstoppable.”

Harry smirked, his voice low and rough. “Not until you both can’t move.”

They both liked the idea.

He dragged Luna up by the arm, pushing her down onto Ginny so their tits pressed together, both of them gasping at the sudden closeness. Harry positioned himself between them, his cock sliding across their soaked skin. He stroked himself once, groaning at the sight of their bodies tangled.

“Open your mouths, please,” he muttered.

They both eagerly looked at each other.

Both girls obeyed without hesitation. He pushed his cock between their lips, their tongues sliding over him together, sucking and licking, messy and filthy. Harry groaned, holding both their heads steady as he fucked their mouths at once, the wet sounds obscene.

Ginny gagged and pulled back with a gasp, laughing breathlessly. “Fuck, Harry— you’re an animal.”

Luna swallowed him deep again, tears springing to her eyes as she moaned around him, then pulled back just enough to murmur dreamily, “I like it when he’s like this.”

Harry growled, flipping Ginny onto her stomach and shoving into her cunt hard, making her scream into the pillow. Luna sprawled beside her, and Harry dragged her head down, forcing his cock into her throat in the same brutal rhythm. One hand gripped Ginny’s hip, slamming into her from behind, while the other fisted in Luna’s hair, fucking her face.

The bed shook, the sounds wet, raw, and filthy. Ginny was sobbing, half pleasure, half madness, her nails clawing the sheets. Luna gagged, drool and spit running down her chin, but her moans never stopped, vibrating around him as he used her throat.

“Yes— fuck yes—” Harry groaned, his eyes rolling back. “You’re both mine.”

Ginny screamed as she came again, squirting across the sheets, her whole body convulsing as Harry pounded her. Luna’s eyes fluttered back, her throat stretching as Harry fucked her deeper, choking and moaning until she shuddered and came untouched, her body trembling against the bed.

Harry roared, pulling out of Ginny just in time to spill across both of them, ropes of cum painting their backs, their hair, their asses. He didn’t stop until they were dripping, marked, ruined beneath him.

Ginny collapsed flat on the bed, her voice wrecked. “Merlin… I can’t move.”

Luna, still serene even with cum sliding down her chin, smiled faintly. “That was… rather nice.”

Harry grinned, dropping onto the bed between them, pulling both girls against his chest. “Nice?” he muttered, laughing hoarsely. “That was fucking perfect.”

Ginny giggled weakly, pressing her face into his shoulder. “You’re insane.”

“Maybe,” Harry said, his hand squeezing both their hips. “But you love it.”

Neither of them denied it.