Chapter 28

New Spot (Luna Lovegood)

Harry pushed his empty plate forward, leaning back against the bench with a contented sigh. Lunch was done, and the Great Hall was starting to empty, students filtering out to their next classes in a slow, lazy shuffle. Harry rolled his neck, stretching his arms overhead, feeling the tight pull of his muscles after the morning’s activities.

He stood, grabbing his bag and slinging it over one shoulder. Hagrid’s class was next — but honestly, Harry couldn’t care less. He could skip and Hagrid would barely notice, especially with the way he was fawning over that new batch of Skrewts.

Harry was halfway to the doors when he felt a light, airy presence fall into step beside him. He glanced over and met Luna’s dreamy, unblinking gaze. Her eyes were as wide and pale as ever, her lips curved in that faint, knowing smile she always wore.

“Hello, Harry,” she said, her voice soft, lilting. “Are you busy?”

Harry shrugged, his hands shoved into his pockets. “Supposed to be heading to Hagrid’s, but...” He trailed off, a slow grin spreading across his face. “Why? What’s up?”

Luna blinked, tilting her head, her silvery-blonde hair cascading over one shoulder. “Harry, can fuck me ttoday?” She said very plainly.

Harry’s grin widened, his eyes darkening, his gaze dragging over her, taking in the soft, floaty skirt brushing against her knees, the loose, low-cut blouse that hung just right off her shoulders. “Yeah,” he said, his voice dropping to a low, rough murmur. “Yeah, Luna. I can do that.”

Luna’s smile never wavered, her eyes still dreamy, distant, like she was a million miles away — or like she was already imagining exactly what he’d do to her. “Good,” she said simply. “I’m free now.”

Harry didn’t need to be told twice. He followed as Luna led the way, weaving through the corridors with that strange, drifting walk of hers, almost like she was floating. Harry’s eyes stayed fixed on her hips, the sway of her skirt, the way her hair brushed against her back as they walked.

They passed the classrooms, the corridors growing quieter, emptier, the air cooler, the sounds of students and teachers fading behind them. Harry glanced around, his brow furrowing. “Where are we going?”

“This way,” Luna said, turning down a narrow passage that Harry had barely noticed before. It was tucked behind a tapestry of some old wizard in a pointy hat, the kind of passageway you could walk by a hundred times and never really see.

Harry followed, his hand brushing against the stone wall as they moved further in, the air growing colder, the silence deepening. Finally, Luna stopped in front of a wooden door, old and slightly crooked, the paint chipped, the handle tarnished with age.

Luna pushed it open without a second thought, stepping inside. Harry followed, and his eyes widened as he took in the room.

It was massive — bigger than the Gryffindor common room, with high, vaulted ceilings and a dozen plush, oversized sofas scattered around. Heavy, dark curtains hung over the windows, blocking most of the light, leaving the room bathed in a soft, muted glow. There was a fireplace at one end, its grate empty and dark, but Harry could imagine it roaring to life, flames dancing, heat spilling into the room.

“Merlin,” Harry muttered, his eyes dragging over the space, taking in the sheer size of it, the way the sofas were arranged in small, intimate clusters, the way the air seemed to hang heavy and still. “This is... nice.”

Luna hummed, drifting toward one of the sofas, her fingers trailing along the back, her eyes distant, unfocused. “No one really uses it,” she said, her voice soft, calm. “I come here a lot. It’s quiet.”

Harry’s gaze followed her, his hands sliding into his pockets, his mind already spinning with possibilities.

Harry finally pulled his gaze away from the room, turning back to Luna — and stopped dead.

She was already undressed. Completely.

Luna stood there, bare as the day she was born, her pale skin almost glowing in the soft, dim light. Her hair hung loose around her shoulders, long and wild, the strands brushing over the curve of her breasts, the peaks of her nipples hard and flushed. Her arms hung loosely at her sides, her expression calm, almost dreamy, like she was waiting for Harry to catch up.

Harry’s mouth curved into a slow, lazy grin, his eyes dragging over her body, from her bare shoulders to the soft curve of her hips, to the slight parting of her legs, just enough for him to see how wet she already was.

“Didn’t waste any time, did you?” he said, voice low, rough, a dark edge threading through the words.

Luna just blinked, her lips curving in that faint, knowing smile. “You were staring at the room,” she said, her tone as light and airy as ever. “I got bored.”

Harry chuckled, taking a step closer, closing the gap between them. “You’re something else, Luna.”

Her head tilted to the side, her long hair slipping over one shoulder, the strands brushing against her bare nipple, making it pebble even harder. “You like it?” she asked, her voice soft, innocent, but her eyes dark, glinting. “You like looking at me?”

Harry’s grin stretched wider, his hand coming up to brush a strand of hair away from her cheek, his thumb stroking down her jaw, tracing the curve of her neck, his eyes locked onto hers. “Yeah,” he said, his voice dropping to a murmur, dark, dangerous. “Yeah, I do.”

Luna shivered, her eyes half-closing, a soft, contented hum slipping from her lips as Harry’s hand continued down, trailing over her collarbone, over the swell of her breast, his thumb circling her nipple, feeling it pebble beneath his touch.

“So pretty,” he muttered, his thumb brushing back and forth, slow, deliberate, watching the way her lips parted, the way her breath hitched, the way her eyes fluttered shut. “Pretty little thing, just standing here, waiting for me.”

Luna’s lashes fluttered, her tongue slipping out to wet her lips. “I knew you’d come with me,” she said, her voice soft, breathy, her eyes still closed. “You like to fuck  me.”

Harry chuckled, his thumb pinching her nipple, just hard enough to make her gasp, her back arching, her hips pressing forward, her skin warm and soft and perfect beneath his hand. “Yeah,” he said, his voice a low, dark growl. “And you always end up just like this, don’t you? Naked, wet, ready.”

Luna’s eyes blinked open, her gaze locking onto his, dark and hazy, her lips parted, her cheeks flushed. “Ready,” she echoed, her voice barely above a whisper, her body leaning into his touch, her nipples brushing against his chest, her hips rocking forward, seeking him, needing him.

Harry’s hand slid down her body, his palm gliding over her ribs, over her stomach, lower, lower, until his fingers slipped between her thighs, pressing against her, feeling the heat, the wetness, the way she was already trembling for him.

Luna gasped, her hips jerking, her eyes falling shut, her lips parting as Harry’s fingers circled her clit, slow and firm, the pressure just enough to make her shiver, to make her knees buckle.

“Look at you,” he muttered, his voice a low, dark rasp, his breath hot against her ear. “Already soaked for me?”

Luna whimpered, her hips rocking against his hand, her fingers digging into his shoulders, her breath coming in short, sharp pants. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice breaking, her entire body shaking beneath his touch. “Yes, Harry. Love it. Need it.”

Harry’s grin stretched wider, his hand moving faster, his fingers pressing harder, watching the way her body arched, the way her head fell back, the way her lips parted under his touch.

Harry’s fingers kept moving, slow and firm, rubbing tight, deliberate circles over Luna’s clit, feeling her body tremble beneath his touch. Her knees shook, her breath hitching, her chest rising and falling as she pressed herself against him, desperate, needy, eyes fluttering shut.

Luna’s nails dug into his shoulders, her hips rolling forward, chasing his hand, seeking more, needing more. Harry watched her, his gaze heavy, dark, his grin sharp, wicked. “You like that?” he asked, voice low, a dangerous purr, his thumb pressing down harder, feeling her pulse against his fingertips. “Like how my fingers feel on you?”

Luna whimpered, her eyes falling shut, her head tipping back, hair spilling down her spine in a wild, tangled mess. “Yes,” she breathed, her voice rough, broken. “Yes, Harry — don’t stop —”

Harry chuckled, his free hand sliding up her back, fingers tangling in her hair, yanking her head back just enough to make her gasp, to make her eyes fly open, locking onto his. “Eyes on me,” he said, his voice rough, firm, his thumb rubbing harder, faster, making her shudder, making her hips buck against his hand. “I want to watch you come.”

Luna’s gaze was glassy, hazy, her lips parted, breaths coming in sharp, shaky pants. “Harry,” she whimpered, her hands clawing at his shoulders, her nails digging in, leaving crescent-shaped marks. “Please — I’m — I’m so close —”

Harry’s grin stretched wider, his thumb circling her clit faster, harder, feeling her pulse, feeling her body tense, feeling her thighs clench around his hand. “Yeah?” he muttered, his breath hot against her cheek, his lips brushing against her ear. “Go on, then. Let go. Let me feel you.”

Luna’s entire body tensed, her back arching, her mouth falling open, a strangled, breathless cry slipping from her lips as she came, her pussy clenching around his fingers, her nails biting into his skin. Harry watched her, his jaw clenched, his eyes dark, drinking in every shiver, every moan, every twitch.

“Fuck,” he murmured, his fingers slowing, easing her down, feeling the aftershocks ripple through her body, feeling her pulse against his hand, feeling how wet she was, how wrecked. “You’re so fucking pretty when you come, Luna.”

Luna’s head fell forward, her forehead resting against his shoulder, her breath hot and heavy against his skin. “Mmm,” she hummed, her voice soft, dazed. “You’re so good to me, Harry.”

Harry chuckled, his hand slipping away from her, his fingers trailing up her spine, making her shiver, making her body lean into his. “I know,” he said, his voice smug, dark, dripping with amusement.

Harry’s hand trailed down Luna’s spine, fingers dragging over the dip of her lower back, feeling the soft, warm skin beneath his touch. Luna’s head was still resting against his shoulder, her breaths coming in soft, heavy pants, her hair a tangled, wild mess against his chest.

Harry leaned back, his fingers slipping under her chin, tilting her head up, making her look at him. Luna’s eyes were dark, half-lidded, her lips swollen and wet, a dazed, dreamy smile pulling at the corners of her mouth.

“You’re a mess,” Harry murmured, his thumb brushing over her bottom lip, feeling the warmth of her breath against his skin. “Look at you.”

Luna’s tongue flicked out, tasting him, her lips closing around his thumb, sucking lightly, her eyes still locked onto his. Harry’s jaw clenched, his cock twitching against her stomach, hot and heavy, leaking against her skin.

“You like that?” she asked, her voice soft, lilting, the tone completely at odds with the way her hands slid down his chest, nails grazing over his abs, lower, lower. “You like looking at me like this?”

Harry’s grin was slow, lazy, his thumb slipping from her mouth, a slick, wet trail glistening on her lips. “Yeah,” he said, his voice rough, dark. “You look so fucking good, Luna.”

Luna’s smile widened, her nails raking down his stomach, her fingertips grazing the waistband of his trousers. “Then maybe you should do something about it,” she said, her tone airy, almost innocent.

Harry’s eyes darkened, his hand slipping around to her ass, grabbing a handful, pulling her against him, feeling her soft, bare skin pressed against his cock, hot and wet and desperate. “Oh, I will,” he muttered, his mouth brushing against her ear, his breath hot, his teeth grazing her earlobe. “Trust me.”

Luna shivered, her hands slipping lower, fingers curling around the waistband of his trousers, tugging them down just enough to let his cock spring free, hard and heavy, the tip glistening, already dripping.

Harry chuckled, his hands sliding down her hips, gripping tight, holding her still as he rubbed himself against her, dragging his cock between her thighs, feeling her wetness, feeling her heat, feeling her tremble beneath him.

“You’re so wet for me,” he muttered, his voice a low, filthy rasp, his cock sliding over her clit, dragging against her, teasing, taunting. “So fucking ready. You want it?”

Luna’s eyes fluttered shut, her hips rocking forward, grinding against him, her lips parting, a soft, breathless moan slipping from her throat. “Yes,” she said, her voice a shaky, desperate whisper. “Yes, Harry — I want it. Need it.”

Harry’s grin stretched wider, his hands tightening on her hips, his cock pressing against her entrance, feeling her slick heat, feeling the way her body tensed, ready, waiting, aching for it.

Luna’s breath hitched, her nails biting into his shoulders, her hips rocking forward, her body arching against him. “Please,” she said, her voice breaking, her eyes locked onto his, wild, desperate. “Fuck me, Harry.”

Harry’s grin was feral, his hand tightening in her hair, his cock pressing harder, the thick, hard length of him slipping against her wetness, dragging over her clit, making her shudder, making her gasp. “Say it again,” he muttered, his breath hot against her cheek, his mouth brushing against her ear, his voice dark, filthy. “Louder.”

Luna’s head fell back, her hair spilling over his fist, her eyes squeezing shut, her lips parting, a desperate, breathless moan slipping from her throat. “Fuck me, Harry,” she gasped, her voice louder, rougher, wrecked. “Please. Fuck me. Hard.”

Harry’s jaw clenched, his eyes darkening, his hand sliding down her body, gripping her hip, holding her still as he lined himself up, the head of his cock pressing against her entrance, feeling her tremble, feeling her pulse, feeling how fucking wet she was.

“There it is,” he muttered, his breath hot against her skin, his eyes locked onto hers, dark, unblinking.

Harry didn’t wait another second. His hands gripped Luna’s hips tight, his fingers digging into her skin as he thrust forward, hard and deep, burying himself inside her in one rough, ruthless stroke.

Luna’s head fell back, her lips parting, a sharp, breathless moan slipping from her throat as Harry filled her, stretched her, made her take every inch. Her nails scraped down his back, her body arching against him, her thighs spreading wider, her breath coming in short, desperate pants.

“Fuck,” Harry muttered, his jaw clenched, his hips grinding forward, pressing deeper, feeling her pulse and clench around him, wet and hot and tight. “You feel that?” he said, his voice low, rough, his breath hot against her neck. “Feel how deep I am?”

Luna’s eyes fluttered open, dark and hazy, her lips curving into a lazy, dreamy smile. “I feel it,” she said, her voice soft, breathy, her hips rocking forward, taking him deeper, her thighs quivering as she moved. “God, Harry — you feel so good.”

Harry groaned, his hands sliding down to her ass, lifting her higher, pinning her against the wall, her legs wrapping around his waist, her heels digging into his back as he started to move.

Slow at first. Deep, deliberate strokes, dragging his cock out inch by inch, feeling every pulse, every quiver, every shiver, before slamming back in, hard and deep, making Luna gasp, making her nails bite into his shoulders.

“Fuck, yeah,” Harry growled, his teeth grazing her neck, his hips snapping forward, thrusting harder, his cock slamming into her, filling her, stretching her, feeling her clench around him, tight and wet and perfect. “You take it so well, Luna. You always do.”

Luna’s nails scraped down his back, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps, her eyes rolling back, her head falling against the wall. “Harry,” she moaned, her voice wrecked, her body rocking against him, her hips rolling, meeting every thrust. “Don’t stop. Please. Don’t stop.”

Harry’s jaw clenched, his eyes dark, his hands gripping her hips tighter, holding her in place, his body slamming into hers, rough and fast and relentless, the wet, filthy sound of their bodies slapping together echoing through the room.

“You like that?” he muttered, his voice a low, dark rasp, his mouth brushing against her ear, his teeth nipping at her earlobe. “Like being fucked like this? Pinned up against the wall, legs spread, taking everything I give you?”

Luna’s moans grew louder, her nails clawing at his back, her breath coming in short, sharp pants, her thighs shaking, her hips grinding against his, desperate, needy, aching. “Yes,” she gasped, her voice a broken, breathless cry. “Yes, Harry — fuck me — harder — please —”

Harry’s grin stretched wider, dark and wicked, his hips slamming forward, his cock hitting that spot inside her that made her eyes roll back, made her back arch, made her entire body tense, shudder, quake.

“Yeah,” he muttered, his voice a dark, filthy rasp, his hips snapping forward, his cock driving deeper, harder, each thrust rougher, more ruthless than the last. “You like that, don’t you? Like being fucked like a little slut? Like being used like this?”

Luna’s head fell back, her hair wild, her lips parted, her breath coming in sharp, desperate pants, her eyes glassy, hazy, fucking wrecked. “Yes,” she cried, her voice raw, ragged, her body shuddering, her nails clawing at his shoulders, her hips slamming back against his. “Yes, Harry — love it — love how you fuck me — make me yours —”

Harry’s jaw clenched, his teeth gritting, his hips slamming forward, faster, harder, feeling her tighten around him, feeling her body tense, feeling her pussy pulse, clench, squeeze. “Yeah,” he growled, his breath hot against her neck, his voice a low, dark growl. “Fuck you’re tight. So fucking tight baby.

Luna’s breath hitched, her body tightening, her nails biting into his skin, her thighs quivering, her moans growing louder, rougher, more desperate. “Harry — fuck — I’m — I’m gonna —”

Harry’s grin stretched wider, his hips slamming forward, his cock driving into her, hard, fast, relentless, feeling her tighten, feeling her shake, feeling her come apart around him, wet and hot and perfect.

Harry’s jaw clenched, his teeth gritting as he watched her, watched the way her head fell back against the wall, her hair wild, her eyes squeezed shut, her lips parted, her breath coming in short, ragged pants. “Look at you,” he muttered, his voice low, rough, a dark, filthy rasp. “Fucking falling apart for me.”

Luna’s eyes fluttered open, dark and dazed, her gaze locking onto his, glassy and unfocused. “Harry,” she whimpered, her hips rocking against him, her body meeting every ruthless thrust, her cheeks flushed, her lips wet and swollen. “God — you’re so — so deep —”

Harry’s grin was wicked, savage, his hands sliding down to her ass, grabbing tight, pulling her against him, making her take every inch, every brutal, punishing thrust. “You love that?” he growled, his breath hot against her neck, his teeth grazing her skin, biting down just hard enough to make her gasp. “Love being fucked like this? Pinned up against the wall, legs spread, taking everything I give you?”

Luna moaned, her head falling back, her eyes rolling back, her nails digging into his shoulders, her hips grinding against him, desperate, needy, lost. “Yes,” she cried, her voice a broken, breathless whimper. “Yes, Harry — just like that — don’t stop —”

Harry’s hand slid up her back, his fingers tangling in her hair, yanking her head back, forcing her to look at him. “Look at me,” he muttered, his breath hot against her lips, his eyes dark, dangerous. “I want to see your face when you come.”

Luna’s breath hitched, her thighs quivering, her hips rolling forward, her pussy clenching around him, wet and tight and perfect. “Harry,” she gasped, her voice wrecked, desperate, her eyes locked onto his. “I’m — I’m so close —”

Harry’s jaw clenched, his cock throbbing inside her, his hips slamming forward, driving deeper, harder, each thrust rougher than the last, the wet, filthy sound of their bodies slapping together echoing around them. “Yeah?” he muttered, his thumb sliding down between them, pressing against her clit, rubbing tight, slow circles, feeling her shudder, feeling her pulse, feeling her fucking fall apart. “You gonna come for me? Gonna let me feel you?”

Luna’s entire body tensed, her back arching, her nails biting into his skin, her eyes squeezing shut, her lips parting, a strangled, breathless moan slipping from her throat as she came, her pussy clenching around him, her entire body trembling, shuddering, wrecked.

Harry groaned, his jaw tight, his hands grabbing her ass, holding her against him, his cock buried deep inside her, feeling her pulse, feeling her squeeze, feeling her come apart around him, wet and hot and perfect. “Fuck,” he muttered, his breath hot against her ear, his voice a low, filthy rasp. “You’re so fucking tight. So good. So perfect.”

Luna’s head fell forward, her forehead resting against his shoulder, her breath hot and heavy against his skin, her body still shuddering, her thighs still quivering, her nails still digging into his back.

Harry’s hand slid up to her neck, his fingers wrapping around her throat, his thumb pressing against her pulse, feeling it race beneath his touch. “I’m not done with you yet,” he muttered, his hips rocking forward, his cock dragging out slow, deliberate, before slamming back in, hard, deep, relentless. “You can take more, can’t you?”

Luna’s breath hitched, her eyes snapping open, dark and glassy, her lips parting, her hips rocking against him, her body already tightening around him again, ready, wanting, needing. “Yes,” she gasped, her voice rough, broken, her thighs spreading wider, her nails scraping down his back. “Yes, Harry — give it to me — give me everything —”

Harry didn’t slow. He couldn’t. Luna was wrapped around him, her body trembling, wrecked, begging for more with every breathless moan, every clawing drag of her nails down his back. Her walls were tight around him, fluttering, pulsing, still twitching from her last orgasm — but Harry wasn’t done. Not yet.

His hand was still on her throat, not choking, just holding, feeling the wild, pounding rhythm of her heartbeat under his thumb. The way she looked up at him — eyes half-lidded, lips red and wet, her face flushed and ruined — it sent a surge of heat straight through him.

“You’re gonna come again,” he muttered, his voice low, rough, the words practically a growl. “And you’re gonna take me with you.”

Luna whimpered, her legs tightening around his waist, her hips meeting his every thrust, frantic, wild. “Harry — yessssssssss —”

“FUCKKKKKKKK.”

He drove into her harder, deeper, every inch of him slamming into her with ruthless rhythm. His cock dragged against that perfect spot inside her, over and over, and his thumb pressed down against her clit again — tight, focused, unrelenting.

Luna broke.

Her entire body snapped tight — back arched, mouth open in a soundless scream — and then she came. Harder than before. Her pussy clenched so tight around him it nearly knocked the breath from his chest. Her nails dug into his shoulders, her head thrown back, her voice raw as she finally choked out his name, loud and broken:

“Harry—!”

That was it.

Harry’s rhythm stuttered, his jaw locking as the pressure inside him finally snapped. He buried himself deep, cock pulsing, heat flooding into her as he spilled inside, groaning against her neck, his entire body tensed and shaking with the release.

He held her tight through it, his arms wrapped around her, his face pressed into the curve of her neck, riding out the waves crashing through both of them.

For a long moment, there was nothing but the sound of their breaths — hot, uneven, gasping — tangled limbs, sweat-slicked skin, the soft drip of water in the quiet room.

Eventually, Harry pulled back just enough to look at her. Luna’s eyes were closed, her lips curved into a soft, utterly blissed-out smile.

He chuckled, brushing a piece of hair from her face. “Still with me?”

Luna cracked one eye open, her voice soft, dreamy, but wrecked. “Barely.”

He kissed her — slow, deep, gentle — then rested his forehead against hers.

“I might skip dinner,” she whispered. “Can’t feel my legs.”

Harry laughed under his breath, still catching his own. “That makes two of us.”