Ginny stepped forward with a warm grin, her arms opening slightly as she approached Luna. "Well, look who's wandered in like a lost pixie. Hiya, Luna, good to see you." She gave her friend a quick, light hug, before she gestured toward the small sitting area by the couch, prompting Harry to move over.
His eyes fell on the enchanted blanket draped over the couch that shimmered faintly, its threads glowing with a subtle warmth.
"Come on, let's sit. Harry's been brooding enough for one day." She glanced at him with a teasing grin as she led Luna over, making him chuckle.
Luna's lips curved into her usual soft, knowing smile as she followed Ginny, her light-blonde hair swaying slightly with each step. Her eyes glinted as she glanced at Harry, staring at him meaningfully.
"Oh, I wouldn't say brooding suits him," she murmured, her voice light and melodious as always. "He's far too… alive for that."
Harry watched them from his spot, leaning back with one arm slung over the back of the couch, his green eyes glinting with curiosity. Ginny plopped down first on the armchair and Harry patted the cushion beside him for Luna, who gave him a subtle smirk before she settled in with an almost feline grace, her dreamy eyes flicking briefly to Ginny before returning to him.
"Fancy a treat?" Ginny asked, hopping up almost as soon as she'd sat down. "I've been mucking about in the kitchen—made some chocolate thingamajigs last night. Couldn't try them though, so not sure if they're brilliant or a complete disaster, but I reckon they're worth a go. Harry, you in?"
Harry shrugged, his lips twitching into a half-smirk. "Yeah, alright. Can't say no to chocolate, can I?"
"As expected," Ginny teased, shooting him a wink before disappearing toward the kitchen, her footsteps echoing faintly down the little hall of the Burrow.
The moment she was gone, Harry turned to Luna, one eyebrow arching sharply. "Alright, you little minx. What's this about, then? Showing up out of nowhere, looking all serene and mysterious?"
"Whatever do you mean? I'm just visiting my friend," Luna replied, looking all serene and calm as always.
"Yeah," Harry scoffed. "Pull another one."
Luna tilted her head and a small smirk emerged on her face, her pale eyes gleaming with a mischief that contradicted her gentle tone. She shifted closer to him on the couch, the enchanted blanket brushing against her legs as she moved.
"I've missed you, Harry," she said, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper that sent a shiver down his spine. "I felt you appear nearby—like a spark in the air. Couldn't stay away."
Harry blinked, caught off guard by the raw edge in her words. "Felt me? What d'you mean, felt me?"
She smiled, a slow, enigmatic curl of her lips that promised secrets she'd never fully spill. "I just can," she said simply, leaning in a fraction closer, her breath warm against the space between them. "You're… unmistakable."
He narrowed his eyes, studying her as they sat side by side in front of the crackling fireplace. The flames cast flickering shadows across her face, highlighting the sly glint in her gaze. Outside, the sky was a heavy, overcast grey, with occasional rumbles of thunder breaking the silence. Luna's eyes drifted to it, her voice soft but certain. "It's going to rain soon. Heavily, too."
As if she'd summoned it, a patter of raindrops began to tap against the glass, quickly picking up speed until the world outside was a blur of water and wind. The temperature in the room seemed to drop, the chill seeping in despite the fire's warmth. Harry pulled the enchanted blanket closer, its magic humming faintly as it adjusted to the cold.
Ginny bustled back in, balancing a tray of slightly misshapen chocolate pastries that smelled truly divine. "Bloody hell, good thing I grabbed this blanket earlier," she said, setting the tray on the coffee table. "It's getting proper chilly out there."
"Surprising, considering it's summer," Harry remarked, glancing at the redhead who set the tray on the small table.
Luna hummed in agreement, reaching for a pastry with delicate fingers. "This part of the country turns cold fast, doesn't it? Like it's got a mind of its own."
"Yeah, s'pose it does," Ginny replied, popping a piece of chocolate into her mouth and chewing thoughtfully. She froze mid-bite as a faint clatter echoed from the kitchen. "Oh, bugger, that'll be the drink. Hang on, I'll be back in a sec." Still munching, she darted off again, leaving a trail of crumbs in her wake.
The second the redhead disappeared behind the wooden staircase, Harry felt it—Luna's free hand sliding onto his thigh, her fingers stroking softly, teasingly, igniting a slow burn under his skin. He turned to her, his eyebrow raised again, his voice low and rough. "What's this, then?"
Luna's eyes sparkled with wicked delight, her hand inching higher as she leaned in. "I missed you, Master," she purred, the word dripping with a salacious edge that made his pulse jump. "Quite a bit, actually."
Harry smirked, leaning back against the couch, letting her fingers dance over his thigh. "Never pegged you for this bold, Luna. Right here, in your best friend's house? She could walk in any second."
Her lips quirked into a pout that was equal parts playful and dangerous. "Maybe I'm just that greedy. That desperate. You've been ignoring me all summer, haven't you? Too busy showering your attention on the Greengrass women, Tracey Davis, Nymphadora Tonks, Susan Bones, Hannah Abbott…" She trailed off, her voice a sultry taunt as her fingers pressed harder, climbing ever upward.
Harry's breath hitched, surprise flashing across his face before he masked it with a grin. "How the hell do you know all that?"
Luna's smirk deepened, her hand now dangerously close to where he was starting to feel the heat of her touch in earnest. "I'm your faithful Lieutenant, Master," she said, her tone dark and teasing. "I have to know about all the women you're tangled up with. Besides, a certain patron lady told me."
He froze for a split second, her words registering with him. His eyes locked with hers, he shook his head with a soft chuckle. "Maria. Should've known. Still don't get why she'd show herself to you, though."
"She trusts me," Luna murmured, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his inner thigh that sent sparks shooting through him. "Knows I'll always be your faithful."
Harry's jeans tightened as her hand roamed, her touch maddeningly slow, and he shifted slightly, his voice roughening. "You're playing a dangerous game, you know that, right?"
"Dangerous is my favorite kind," she shot back, her eyes locking with his, daring him to stop her. "Especially when it's with you."
The fire crackled louder, the rain hammering the windows as the room grew colder, the enchanted blanket barely keeping up. Harry's skin prickled—not from the chill, but from the way Luna's fingers brushed higher still, her touch daring and hot, making his blood roar. He kept his face composed, but his voice betrayed him, dropping to a husky growl. "You're a right menace, aren't you?"
"Only for you, Master," she whispered, her lips so close he could feel the heat of her breath. "Always for you."
They pulled back as the floorboards creaked, and Ginny swept back in, a tray of steaming mugs in her hands. "Right, hot chocolate for the lot of us," she announced, oblivious to the raw sexual tension snapping between her two friends. "Figured we'd need something warm with this weather."
Luna's hand didn't falter, her fingers still stroking, climbing, teasing as she reached for a mug with her other hand. "Oh, lovely," she said brightly, her voice perfectly innocent even as her touch drove Harry mad beneath the blanket. "You're too good to us, Ginny," she said serenely.
Harry grabbed a mug, his grip tight enough to crack it, and his jaw clenching as Luna's fingers grazed the edge of his rapidly hardening manhood. She stroked the slope of his bulge over his jeans, not quite touching him but showing enough intent. He truly could not believe this was the same Luna who was considered an airhead, even weird.
"Yeah, cheers," he managed, his tone casual but strained, the heat pooling low in his gut.
Ginny flopped back onto the couch, sipping her drink. "So, what'd I miss? You two plotting world domination or something?"
Luna's smile was pure mischief, her hand still working its magic under the blanket. "Oh, just catching up," she said sweetly, her fingers pressing harder against his erection for a fleeting second, making Harry's breath catch. "Harry's been ever so busy, haven't you?"
He shot her a look, half-warning, half-amused, his voice a touch too rough. "Something like that."
Ginny laughed, oblivious, as she sipped her hot chocolate. "Well, don't let me stop you. I'll just sit here and enjoy the show."
Luna's eyes gleamed, her hand relentless, and Harry leaned back further, smirking despite himself. Enjoy the show… well, that was an idea. Perhaps some other time though. He didn't think Ginny was ready yet.
"Oh, don't worry," he muttered under his breath, just loud enough for Luna to hear. "She won't."
Luna smirked, munching on the pastry.
The rain pounded harder, the fire roared, and Luna's touch kept pushing, pulling him deeper into her little game. Master and Lieutenant, indeed.
Luna's hand lingered on his thigh. The enchanted blanket draped over their laps glowed faintly, its warmth doing little to mask the fire she was stoking beneath it. Ginny sat just a cushion away on the armchair to Luna's right, sipping her hot chocolate, her chatter about the weather and Quidditch a soft hum in the background that neither were paying full attention to. The redhead remained entirely oblivious to what was going on. Perfect.
Luna's fingers, those wicked little things, slid higher, fully palming and caressing his manhood through his jeans with a boldness that made his breath hitch. She traced the outline of his length, slow and composed, her touch firming as she felt him harden even further under her ministrations. Her lovely, not-so-innocent eyes flicked to his, a smirk tugging at her lips as she stroked him fully now, coaxing him to stiffness with a rhythm that was pure mischief, knowing that her friend was only a hand's distance from her. The blanket might have been keeping her movements hidden, but the heat in her gaze was anything but subtle.
Harry's jaw tightened, his mug of hot chocolate forgotten in his hand as she edged closer to truly grasping him, her fingers brushing the zipper, intent on tugging it down and exposing him fully under the blanket. Before she could take it further though, he caught her wrist in a firm grip under the blanket, stopping her mid-motion.
Luna raised an eyebrow, her head tilting in that curious, feline way of hers. "Something wrong, Master?" she murmured, her voice low enough that Ginny wouldn't catch it over the rain and thunder.
Harry smirked, releasing her wrist and subtly shifting closer to her on the couch, his thigh pressing against hers. "Not wrong," he said under his breath, his tone rough with arousal. "Just thought I'd take the reins for a bit."
Ginny glanced over, oblivious, her mug halfway to her lips. Her brows furrowed slightly as she eyed them with a raised eyebrow. "You two alright over there? Looking a bit… cozy."
"Oh, I was just getting a bit comfortable," Luna replied, her voice bright and airy, even as Harry's hand slid onto her thigh under the blanket, stroking her pale and soft skin. "It's awfully chilly, isn't it? Need to keep warm somehow. The blanket can only do so much."
Harry's fingers brushed the hem of her mid-thigh skirt, the fabric soft and yielding under his touch. Beneath it, her stockings hugged her legs, the sheer material a tantalizing contrast to her skin. He traced the edge where stocking met thigh, teasing the boundary with slow, deliberate strokes. Luna's breath caught, barely audible, but her eyes gleamed with delight.
"Yeah, reckon it's the kind of day to stay close," Harry said casually, his voice steady despite the way his fingers danced higher, slipping under the skirt to graze the bare skin above her stockings. Luna shivered as he touched her.
"Yeah? Mind if I join in?"
"What?"
Before any of them could react, Ginny got up and threw herself down on the couch to Harry's left, pulling the blanket over herself as she leaned slightly against him.
"Oh wow! It is much warmer in here."
Harry chuckled as Ginny draped her arm behind him on the couch and shifted close. "Make yourself comfortable. Can't let the cold get the better of us."
Ginny snorted, setting her mug down. "You're telling me. I'd kill for a proper firewhisky right now—warm me up from the inside. These hot chocolates are doing the job, though. You liking 'em?"
"They're divine," Luna purred, her tone dripping with double meaning as Harry's hand slid further up her thigh, his thumb brushing the sensitive inner curve. "Really hit the spot, don't they, Harry?"
He grinned, his fingers now playing with the tops of her stockings, tugging lightly at the elastic before slipping beneath it to stroke her skin. "Yeah, they're spot on. Nice and… satisfying."
Luna shifted slightly, parting her legs just enough to give him better access, her skirt riding up under the blanket. Harry took the invitation, his hand ascending with purpose, teasing the edge of her knickers before dipping beneath. She was already warm and wet, slick with anticipation, and his fingers slid against her with a slow, exploratory touch that made her lips part in a silent gasp.
Ginny leaned back, stretching her arms over her head. "Glad you think so. I was worried I'd cocked 'em up. Kitchen's a right mess now, though—reckon I'll be scrubbing pans all day until Mum gets here. She told me I'd have to do it."
"A little cleanup after is worth it for a good mess," Harry said, his voice a touch rougher as he stroked Luna's slit before he parted her folds and pressed his middle finger inside her. Her pussy welcomed his intrusion eagerly, her inner walls parting around his finger, and in no time, her felt her tighten around him. She was a greedy one, alright.
Glancing at Ginny, he grinned. "Sometimes you've got to get your hands dirty to make it work."
Luna's hand gripped her mug tighter, her knuckles whitening as she fought to keep her expression serene. "Oh, I agree," she said, her voice a little too breathy, not that it differed much from how she usually talked. "A bit of chaos makes everything… more exciting, doesn't it?"
Smirking, Harry added his index finger as well, curling them just so, his thumb brushing against her clit in a teasing circle. Luna's thighs trembled under his touch, but her face remained a mask of dreamy calm. He worked her steadily, building the pressure, his movements hidden by the blanket as the fire crackled and the rain pounded outside.
Ginny laughed, oblivious, and reached out to pick up a chocolate pastry. "Chaos? Tell me about it. I nearly set the oven on fire earlier. Mum'd have my head if she knew."
"Reckon you'd get away with it," Harry said, his fingers thrusting deeper, feeling Luna's wet heat pulse around him. "You've got a knack for handling tricky situations."
Luna's free hand slid to his knee under the blanket, squeezing as she fought to keep her voice even. "Harry's good at that too, isn't he? Always knows how to… get a grip on things."
He smirked at the innuendo, his thumb pressing harder, circling faster, and Luna's breath hitched audibly this time. Ginny glanced over, frowning slightly. "You alright, Luna? Sound a bit peaky."
"Just the cold," Luna lied smoothly, her hips shifting subtly into Harry's hand as he worked her closer to the edge. "Takes me by surprise sometimes. Makes me feel all… tingly."
Harry's lips twitched, his voice low and casual. "Yeah, it's got a way of sneaking up on you. Hits you right where you least expect it."
Ginny nodded, chewing her pastry. "Tell me about it. This weather's brutal. I know I keep repeating, but good thing we've got the blanket—keeps the chill off. Bill brought it with him, you know? He came back yesterday. Reckon he's gonna stay for a bit this time."
"Oh, it's doing wonders," Luna said, her tone laced with mischief as Harry's fingers pumped faster, his palm grinding against her clit. She was soaking now, her body trembling with the effort to stay still, and he could feel her teetering on the brink. "Really warms you up… deep down."
Harry leaned back, his free hand resting on the couch as if nothing was amiss, his other buried between Luna's thighs, driving her mad. "Can't beat a bit of heat in the right places," he said, his eyes locking with Luna's for a fleeting second, dark and knowing.
Ginny yawned, stretching again, before her eyes fell on the almost empty tray and glasses. "You're not wrong. Think I might nick another pastry—keep my energy up. You two want one?"
"Think I'm good," Harry said, his voice steady despite the way Luna's walls clenched around his fingers, her release building fast. "Got my hands full as it is."
Luna's lips curved into a wicked smile, her voice a touch strained but still airy. "I'm fine too, Ginny. Just… enjoying the moment. This warmth is something I could get used to."
As Ginny reached for the tray, Luna's composure cracked—just barely. Her thighs squeezed around Harry's hand, her breath catching as she tipped over the edge, a silent, shuddering climax rippling through her. She shivered under the blanket, her grip tight on Harry's thigh, as she orgasmed powerfully, the sensation of doing it like this, where Ginny could discover them anytime, making her release even wilder.
All the while, Harry kept his rhythm steady, drawing it out, his fingers slick with her orgasmic juices as she rode the wave under the blanket.
Ginny sat back, pastry in hand, oblivious as ever. "You sure? They're dead good, if I say so myself. Might perk you up, Luna—you're looking a bit flushed now."
Luna exhaled slowly, her body relaxing as Harry eased his hand back, resting it on her thigh again, his slick fingers tracing lazy patterns on her stockings. "Oh, I'm perked up plenty," she said, her voice regaining its dreamy lilt. "Just needed a little… push."
Harry smirked, taking his hand out from under the blanket. His fingers were slick with her creamy release, and keeping his eyes locked with hers, he sucked them clean.
"Mmm… really tasty. I could have this every day."
"You're too kind, Harry," Ginny smiled at him as she munched on her pastry. Luna stared at him hotly as he smirked at her before wiping his hand discreetly on the blanket. He reached out and grabbed his mug again.
"Reckon we all need that sometimes," Luna whispered, eyeing Harry as he took a sip, her tone light but her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Keeps things interesting."
Ginny laughed, shaking her head. "You two are weird today. Must be the rain—drives everyone a bit mad."
"Mad's one way to put it," Luna murmured, her hand brushing Harry's thigh again, reaching for only one spot. Harry knew there was more to come. "I'd say it's… liberating."
Harry's smirk widened, his voice low. "Yeah. Liberating's the word. I agree."
Harry's hand was back on Luna's bare thigh, his fingers sticky from their last round, and the glint in her beautiful eyes told him she wasn't done playing.
"Reckon the Harpies'll smash Puddlemere next week," Ginny said, brushing crumbs off her jumper. "Jones' got a wicked arm—saw her hit that bloody bludger so hard, she managed to score from halfway across the pitch last match."
"Sounds like she knows how to handle a beater's bat," Harry replied, his voice smooth as his hand slid back under Luna's skirt. Her stockings clung to her thighs, damp from earlier, and he teased the tops again, tugging lightly before slipping higher. "Takes skill, that."
Luna shifted closer, her legs parting just enough to invite him in. "Oh, I'd say it's all about timing," she said, her tone airy but her breath catching as his fingers brushed her knickers again. "Knowing when to… push your luck."
Harry smirked, his thumb tracing slow circles over the damp fabric, feeling her heat pulse beneath it. "Yeah, timing's everything," he said, pressing harder, slipping under the edge to find her slick and ready. "Gotta seize the moment when it's there."
Ginny nodded, oblivious, as she continued sipping her hot chocolate. "Exactly. Can't faff about when the chance comes—go for it or you're knackered."
"Couldn't agree more," Luna murmured, her voice a touch too breathy as Harry slid two fingers inside her once again, curling them deep. She gripped her mug tighter, the steam curling around her face as she fought to keep her composure. "Sometimes you just… can't hold back."
Harry smirked as he worked her slowly at first, his fingers thrusting in a steady rhythm, his thumb brushing her clit with every pass. The blanket hid his movements, but the tension in Luna's thighs betrayed her, trembling under his touch. He leaned back, his free hand resting casually on the couch, his voice low and even. "Reckon it's all about keeping steady, though. Build it up right."
Ginny snorted, setting her mug down. "Steady? Tell that to the Cannons—they're all over the shop half the time. Still, makes for a laugh."
"Oh, I like a bit of chaos," Luna said, her hips shifting subtly into Harry's hand as he picked up the pace, his fingers plunging deeper. "Keeps you on your toes… or off them."
Harry's lips twitched, his thumb pressing harder, circling faster until Luna's breath hitched audibly. "Chaos has its perks," he said, his voice roughening as he felt her tighten around him. "Gets the blood pumping."
Ginny glanced over, frowning slightly. "You alright, Luna? You're looking a bit peaky again."
"Just the fire," Luna lied, her voice trembling as Harry drove her closer, his fingers relentless. "It's… getting to me."
Harry grinned, his hand working her mercilessly now, the slick heat of her pussy soaking his fingers. What did she say? That he'd been neglecting her, spending time with his other girls? Well, one orgasm was surely not enough if she had such complaints. It was only fair that she was satisfied to the brim.
"Yeah, it's proper intense today," he said, his tone casual despite the way Luna's thighs clenched, her second climax building fast. "Hits you hard if you're not ready."
Luna's free hand gripped his knee under the blanket, her nails digging in as she teetered on the edge. "Oh, I'm ready," she whispered, barely audible, her eyes locking with his for a split second—dark, wild, and desperate. Harry smirked.
Ginny laughed, oblivious, stretching her legs out over his. Harry shifted quickly so that she didn't hit Luna's hand that was gripping him close to his manhood, or his manhood itself.
"Well, don't worry about the cold. Even if we've got this lovely blanket, we've got plenty of hot chocolate to heat up right back up."
"Don't think that's needed," Luna gasped, her voice masked by a sudden crack of thunder as she came undone once again, her body shuddering under the blanket. Harry kept his rhythm steady, drawing it out, feeling her pulse around his fingers as she rode the wave, her face a mask of dreamy calm despite the storm of satisfaction inside her.
Pleased with himself, he eased back slowly, sucking her release off his hand once again.
"Looks like you liked it a bit too much if you're being this dirty," Ginny chuckled, licking the dripping chocolate off her fingers as well. "Can't blame you either. The taste is brilliant."
Harry chuckled as he eyed her, wiping his hand on the blanket again. He raised the mug of his hot chocolate once again, swirling the little that was left as he turned to Luna. His smirk was hidden behind his mug as he took a sip.
"Reckon we're all warmed up now," he said, his voice steady but his eyes glinting with satisfaction.
Luna exhaled, her composure returning as she leaned back, her hand stroking from his knee to his thigh, making sure she did not touch Ginny's leg that was draped over his. "Oh, I'd say so," she purred, her fingers creeping higher, brushing the bulge in his jeans. "But it's only fair to… share the warmth, isn't it?"
Ginny yawned, oblivious, as she finished her pastry. "You two are dead weird today. Proper loopy."
"Loopy's one word for it," Harry said, his breath hitching as Luna's hand cupped him fully, stroking him through the fabric with a slow, teasing pressure. "Keeps things lively, though."
"I guess," Ginny muttered as she leaned back, her eyes on the ceiling.
Meanwhile, Luna's fingers found his zipper, easing it down with a quiet rasp that the rain thankfully drowned out. "Lively's good," she said, her voice bright as she slipped her hand inside, wrapping around him with a firm grip. "Keeps the spirits up."
Harry shifted slightly, giving her better access, his jaw tightening as she pulled his manhood out and started to stroke him. Her touch was warm and maddening.
"Yeah, can't complain about that," he said, his tone casual despite the heat pooling low in his gut. "Bit of a boost never hurts."
Ginny grinned, chewing her pastry. "Boost? You sound like you're gearing up for a match. What's got you so chipper?"
"The company and this weather, I believe," Luna said, her hand working Harry faster now, her thumb brushing the tip with every stroke. "It's… invigorating in its own way."
Harry's hand gripped the couch, his mug forgotten as she jerked him off under the blanket, her rhythm building with a wicked precision.
"Yeah, keeps you on edge," he said, his voice roughening as she tightened her grip, driving him mad. "Never know what's coming next."
Ginny laughed, brushing crumbs off the blanket on her lap. "You're telling me. This rain's got me all over the place—might nick a kip soon if it doesn't let up."
"Don't let us stop you," Luna said brightly, her hand pumping faster, her grip tightening just enough to make Harry's breath catch. "We're just… enjoying the moment."
Harry's hand gripped the back of the couch right behind Ginny's head, his knuckles whitening as Luna pushed him closer, her fingers stroking him with a precision that was pure torture. "Yeah, it's… gripping stuff," he said, the words barely steady as the pressure built, hot and urgent.
Ginny laughed, oblivious, standing up with her mug. "Right, I'm off to check the kitchen again—think I left the kettle on. Don't get too carried away without me."
"Wouldn't dream of it," Luna called after her, her hand relentless as Ginny disappeared down the hall. The second the redhead disappeared behind the staircase, Luna pulled the blanket off and threw herself underneath, enveloping her lips around his massive length and burying it inside her mouth in one go.
Harry let out a soft growl as he began pumping upward, slamming his hips in perfect tandem with the bobbing of her head as he fucked her mouth. He was close, the stimulation of Luna's hand all over his cock combined with the risky nature of their friskiness right now intensifying his lust manifold.
It did not take long and Harry's control slipped, a low groan escaping his lips as Luna's magnificent blowjob tipped him over. He came hard, spilling into her mouth under the blanket, his hips jerking as she milked him through it, her touch slowing but never stopping until he was spent. Her tongue rolled all around his length, her throat bobbing hotly as it squeezed him, milking him of every fucking drop of his seed.
"Bloody hell," he muttered, breathless, as she dropped a soft kiss on his softening cock and slowly withdrew from under the blanket, looking perfectly at ease, her mouth clamped shut. She sat back, pulling the blanket over her lap, and with a smirk, she opened her mouth and showed him the massive load she had collected on her tongue.
Harry watched, breathing heavily, as she made a show of gulping his seed down, his eyes fixated on her throat as it bobbed hotly.
"Worth it, wasn't it?" she whispered, her voice sultry and triumphant as she leaned closer, her lips brushing his ear. "Master deserved that."
Harry chuckled, zipping himself up under the blanket, his pulse still racing. "You're a menace, you know that?"
"Only for you, Master," she purred, settling back with her mug as if nothing had happened.
"Master…" he repeated. "I believe I like it better than the 'your grace' crap from earlier, especially from you."
Luna smirked, licking the remaining cum she had gathered on her fingers until they were nice and clean.
Barely a few seconds later, Ginny bustled back in, kettle in hand. "False alarm—kettle's fine. I kept looking if something was wrong, but turns out I just imagined it. I'm sure I heard a hissing sound though… Anyway, you two still alive over there?"
"Barely," Harry said, his smirk widening as he met Luna's gaze. "But we're managing."
Luna sipped the remaining hot chocolate, her eyes gleaming. "Oh, we're more than managing," she said softly, as Ginny came over, putting the kettle on the table.
The redhead eyed Luna curiously for a moment, not missing how closely she was sitting next to Harry, and she smiled.
"He's warm, right?"
All Luna did was nod in contentment. Chuckling, Ginny took her seat beside Harry once again, smiling when he helped her get under the blanket.
"Comfy?" He asked with a smile, gazing at her.
"Very," Ginny grinned, burrowing under the warmth. Eyeing Luna who gave her the usual serene smile, she snuggled up to Harry as well, draping an arm behind him as she once again threw her legs over his. "And a lot warm as well."
Harry smirked as he gazed down at her. Ginny had not truly been in his plans, considering she was a Weasley and thus, wouldn't come with any significant perks. He had been content to keep her as his friend.
However, now, he was not too sure about that. She was an attractive girl who was well on her way to blossoming into a vivacious beauty.
He already had a buxom redhead, with his eyes on another. A willowy one wouldn't hurt either.
Ginny shivered when she felt his arm wrap around her, pulling her close. She tentatively glanced up at him, only to find him smiling warmly at her. Try as she might, she could not help but flush slightly, her older crush on him returning. She had grown out of it, recognizing the real Harry, and the real Harry was better than the image she used to have of him.
She gave him a small, shy smile before gently closing her eyes and resting her head on his shoulder, mirroring Luna, who had already settled in the same way.
The soft warmth of his presence surrounded her, the heavy downpour outside a complete contrast to the calmness she felt wrapped in his embrace.
'Perhaps a relationship with him wouldn't be too bad,' she thought, smiling.
To be continued…
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