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“Hello Harry Potter.”
Harry blinks. No sooner has Daphne Greengrass departed from his corner of the library, having left him with a significant case of blue balls… then a familiar lilting voice reaches his ears and an equally familiar elfin blonde steps into view. A smile spreads across the First Year’s face as he regards the Ravenclaw Prefect that he’s been courting for some time now.
“Hello Luna Lovegood.”
It’s rather fitting that Luna should show up here now, given their first meeting had her showing up after Hermione blue balled him all those months ago. Of course, they’ve run into each other multiple times since, with Harry regularly dropping in on the Ravenclaw Witch and Luna doing the same right back to him. Their relationship is somewhat normalized now compared to the somewhat stilted sex they’d had back at the beginning.
“Should I crawl under the table and begin taking care of your erection, Harry?”
Harry’s smile grows and he nods to her.
“That would be lovely, Luna.”
Without hesitation, the blonde Prefect drops to her knees and crawls under the large oak library table, out of sight of anyone who might pass by. They would have to get down on their hands and knees themselves to see her… or in Harry’s case, simply look down below the edge of the table at his lap as Luna takes up a position kneeling between his legs and begins working open his robes.
Those bright blue eyes of hers look up at Harry as she takes out his throbbing cock and slides it right into her mouth. Harry, master of control that he is, doesn’t react beyond to give her an encouraging nod to go with his pleased smile, even as he turns back to the tome he’d had in front of him before even Daphne arrived.
Nothing too special… and certainly not worth focusing on over Luna by any means. But the book made for an excellent cover in came Madam Pince came around. All the while, Harry finds himself considering things. Daphne was in the wind for now. He would figure out precisely how he was going to deal with her and what levers she REALLY had for him to pull at a later date.
Luna Lovegood on the other hand… was right there in front of him and deserving of his full attention.
Harry couldn’t lie… he knew full well that he was using the young woman. That he had essentially taken advantage of her and would continue to do so going forward. He could dress it up all nicely and claim that it was ‘for Luna’s own good’ and all that… and it would even be partially true as well. But ultimately, at the end of the day, the young wizard had made the decision that Luna would be his. No matter what.
That didn’t mean he’d remained ignorant of just who and what Luna Lovegood was in all this time and across all of their encounters, however. As the blonde sucks his cock dutifully and quietly underneath the large oak table, Harry reflects on all he’s managed to uncover… on the changes he’s managed to affect in Luna’s life even in such a short period of time.
Put simply, Luna was a victim of abuse. And not just normal abuse either, though there was plenty of that as well. No, Luna was a victim of the abuse of her own abilities, her own foresight… which Harry had come to realize Luna interpreted through the fantastical magic creatures she made up. In particular, the Nargles that Luna would go on and on about if you let her… those were in actuality the guiding probability of Fate itself on the young blonde Seer.
From what Harry had been able to discern, Luna had learned from a very early age to keep the Nargles happy. Specifically, she’d learned not to ignore what her Seer Abilities told her was going to happen, what they told her she was going to do. It was a learned behavior through and through, a result of a neglectful father, blaming herself for the death of her mother, and further reinforced by the treatment she’d received at the hands of her fellow Hogwarts Students.
Though nowhere was the bullying worse for Luna than within her own House. House Ravenclaw was supposed to be the House of Knowledge. The House of the clever and studious, or so Harry had been led to believe. And yet… and yet, even among those who were supposed to be knowledgeable, clever, and studious, there were ignoramuses, idiots, and dolts.
How else could you possibly describe the morons who had sought fit to perpetuate a massive bullying campaign against a rare treasure like Luna Lovegood? From what Harry had been able to uncover, there were Seventh Years who had made it their goal to force the Fifth Year Prefect out of Hogwarts, even going so far as to recruit her dormmates into a protracted bullying campaign against the girl they had started school with, the girl that they all knew was entirely harmless.
All because they thought she wasn’t ‘worthy’ of being a Ravenclaw. Well, joke was on them. Luna was more knowledgeable than any of them and thus more worthy than any of them as far as Harry was concerned. And because of their idiocy, she was all his, having been dumped right in his lap by her learned behaviors and her fear of disappointing the Nargles.
… Not that Harry had been entirely heartless in his treatment of Luna Lovegood. He HAD stepped in as far as he could in the last few months. First, he’d investigated on his own to figure out all of the aforementioned information. Then, when he had enough evidence of what was going on… well, he’d sicced his pet Professors on the issue.
It actually worked rather well, sending the tag-team duo of Aurora Sinistra and Septima Vector after the issue. Both women were Ravenclaws back in the day. Both women had Luna Lovegood in their classes and despite her outwardly flighty and distant nature, she was doing perfectly fine Grade-wise. And finally… Flitwick stayed well away from the female side of the Ravenclaw Dorms, not daring to interfere with a bunch of burgeoning young women out of fear he might be called to task for impropriety of some sort.
That last bit, the negligence on Flitwick’s part and his inability as the Ravenclaw Head of House to police a whole HALF of his students… well, that had been part of what let the girls get away with bullying Luna so harshly and for so long. But it also worked in Harry’s favor, because when Aurora and Septima both went to Flitwick with their totally organic ‘concerns’, he’d been all too happy to let THEM do all of the work.
Several of Luna’s direct tormentors had been subsequently suspended, while the Ring Leaders found amongst the Seventh Years had managed to insulate themselves just enough to avoid expulsion. However, they had still received quite the black mark on their records, and there would be a little asterisk next to their graduation that would be hard for any of them to explain. Put bluntly… the Potter Family’s fingers reached into a lot of pies in the broader Wizarding World, and not just in terms of their own businesses either.
Lots of businesses who didn’t fall under the Potter Umbrella were still tangentially affiliated with his family and now that Harry was back in the spotlight, there were quite a few people who wanted nothing more than to get on his good side and avoid pissing him off.
He might not have been able to get those Seventh Years expelled… but he’d do the next best thing and make sure they never found meaningful work as anything more than cheap menial labor in the Wizarding World. If he cared enough to follow up and was still feeling particularly vengeful at a later date, he might even snap them all up once they were desperate enough and set them to working for HIM… something he could guarantee they would not enjoy.
Still, all was well that ended well. Harry knew that Luna knew he’d played a large part in getting her worst tormentors to back off. Harry, meanwhile, was well aware that the bullying hadn’t completely died down for the poor blonde. The bullying campaign orchestrated by her House was over, and the remainder of House Ravenclaw was too terrified to so much as look in her direction after the inquisition that Aurora and Septima had spearheaded for him.
However, the rest of the student populace didn’t know anything of what had really happened behind the Hogwarts House’s closed doors, mostly due to Flitwick demanding it all be kept hush-hush in exchange for the proper punishments being doled out. And it was hard to truly stamp out a cultural tradition… and for most of the other three Hogwarts Houses, ‘Looney Lovegood’ was just part of the culture of the school at this point.
Sure, she might not be found wandering the halls barefoot at random times of the night as much anymore, but she did still walk the halls of Hogwarts with that same seemingly vacant, dreamy smile on her face, talking about Nargles and other made-up magical creatures. Harry couldn’t exactly blame the average Hogwarts Student for calling her ‘Looney’ given all of that. After all, the average Hogwarts Student was an idiot.
Of course, by all rights… Harry probably should have stopped fucking her given everything he’d uncovered about her. He hadn’t, despite the somewhat questionable morals behind their relationship at this point. Luna’s Seer Abilities wanted the blonde with Harry. They wanted her with him so badly that she’d been pushed by the ‘Nargles’ to seek him out again and again, while each time he’d sought HER out, she’d been happy to drop what she was doing to make him happy.
And that hadn’t stopped with him somewhat solving her bullying problem either. Luna still came to him like today, over and over again. She still did things like crawling under a table in the Hogwarts Library to suck him off.
Looking down from his book for a moment, Harry smiles at Luna as he reaches under the table and runs a hand through her hair almost tenderly. In response, Luna just keeps on bobbing up and down on his cock, not taking him deep enough to gag or choke on it but still giving him the best blowjob she positively can. She’s making practically no noise… which is perfectly fair, considering this is a library.
Harry… Harry is not a good person. He doesn’t think he’s an evil person, but he does have a… pragmatic side to him. He will never be the ‘Hero of Light’ that Dumbledore might have hoped to fashion him into. The bumbling fool of a Headmaster had tried so haphazardly to mold Harry into something of his liking, trying in vain to put Harry with his muggle relatives who would likely have abused him and battered him into a lump that Dumbledore could then forge into a weapon, like some sort of medieval Blacksmith.
Well, Harry wasn’t a Blacksmith. He was a Potter. And he saw something in Luna Lovegood. Not just the seer stuff, though that alone was fascinating to the First Year. No, he saw something more than that in the elfin blonde. He wanted her for himself and he would not cut her loose, he would not let her go. Now that he had his hands in her, now that he’d begun the molding process… he couldn’t just set her aside.
She was like an unfinished project. Fixing her issues, removing her bullies… that was just one step. Having routine sex with her and reinforcing the ‘sex with Harry is good’ dynamic of their relationship was another. Some of the steps in the process, Harry couldn’t even see yet. For now, he was operating mostly from a place of faith where Luna was concerned. She’d known more than she should for the entire time they’d known each other and even if she hadn’t dropped any more pearls of seer wisdom quite yet, Harry knew it was only a matter of time.
Running his hand through her hair, Harry lets out a soft sigh as he reaches out with his mind and connects to her own.
His cum alone… while delicious and potent, isn’t capable of binding a woman on its own. No, that has to come willingly from elsewhere. Dark Wizards might use curses to manipulate their prey, or potions. To mimic even a fraction of a Potter Wizard’s power, they would turn to outside assistance, to pre-discovered methods… some of which come from the Potter Family themselves, albeit in incredibly watered down forms.
Harry didn’t have to rely on any spoken spell or drunken potion to manipulate a witch’s mind. He doesn’t need anything so… blunt and heavy-handed. Rather, his sessions with Luna Lovegood have been about using his skill with the Mind Arts to soften the harder edges of her psyche, to sooth the scars of abuse and neglect… but also to fundamentally associate Harry with her own personal happiness, to cement his place in Luna’s mind as the best thing the Nargles have ever done to her.
The funny thing is, Harry is half-certain Luna KNOWS what he’s doing. Whether the Nargles are telling her to go along with it, or she’s just too happy to try and break free… she lets it happen all the same.
With a soft groan, Harry taps Luna’s scalp in warning, prompting the blonde to pull back along his cock a few inches before setting up shop right at the tip of his throbbing, bulbous dick. She sucks hard and a moment later Harry cums, his seed swallowed down to the very last drop by the beautiful young blonde witch. She drinks and drinks his jizz, even as Harry finishes up his latest efforts to repair, reshape, and mold her mind. He also continues the process of giving her body something of a ‘tune-up’ so to speak.
She’s nowhere near where he wants her just yet, but for now at least she’s no longer malnourished.
Finishing up, Harry pulls his hand back from Luna’s hair and glances around for a moment as the Ravenclaw Prefect tucks his cock back into its confines and then slips out from under the table with no one the wiser. Then she smiles at him expectantly, making Harry raise an eyebrow in response.
“Heh… I had a surprise for you, but I suppose the Nargles have already spoilt it haven’t they?”
Smiling a mysterious sort of smile, Luna just shakes her head.
“No, Harry. They’ve simply told me to follow you and obey.”
Ah… well then, how nice of her seer abilities to so eagerly play into his hands. Honestly, at times it seemed like her power of foresight had its own mind with its own whims and desires. Still, Harry wouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth.
Nodding, the First Year rises from his seat and tucks the tome he’d been reading back into the shelf where he found it. Then, he beckons Luna to follow.
“Come.”
And she does, allowing him to lead her right out of the Hogwarts Library and to their next destination.
-x-X-x-
Harry smiles slightly as both women stiffen the moment that Hermione steps into the room. Having relocated him and Luna to another part of the Castle where they were far less likely to be stumbled across by an irate librarian, Harry had gone ahead and summoned Hermione Granger as well. The Gryffindor Prefect had come quickly at his call, being quite well-trained by this point in time… a far cry from the young woman who blue balled him back before his and Luna’s first meeting.
Still, Harry knew that part of Hermione’s eagerness was also the excitement at the thought of there being another… encounter like the one she had with him, Lavender, and Parvati. The one where she’d had quite the dopamine hit from getting to command Lavender and make it clear to the blonde Gryffindor exactly what the pecking order was.
… However, even Hermione had partaken in referring to Luna as ‘Looney Lovegood’ over the years. Harry could imagine how it had started, with the brunette bookworm initially curious about Luna’s words and driven half-mad with insatiably intrigue over the magical creatures Luna liked to talk about.
Unfortunately, before she’d met Harry, Hermione had been stuck in a very ‘by the book’ way of thinking. Literally. If it wasn’t in the books she read, then it wasn’t real. Never mind that most of what Luna liked to ramble on about wasn’t ‘real’… it was all about reading between the lines. That was something Hermione hadn’t been capable of before he’d come along and… loosened the binds she’d set on her own mind. Giving her a more flexible method of thinking things through had done wonders for the Gryffindor Prefect.
It's a testament to how far Hermione has come that upon seeing Luna with Harry, she first stiffens… and then flushes with shame, unable to meet either of their eyes as she slowly makes her way into the room.
“H-Harry… Prefect Lovegood.”
Luna’s faint, ever-present smile doesn’t go away, but it does become a little bit more wooden Harry notices, even as the elfin blonde nods to the older and much taller witch. Harry, meanwhile, just chuckles.
“Hermione. Strip.”
Hermione freezes at the order but then, blushing like mad, slowly begins to comply. She’s in too deep with him at this point to disobey. Sure, he’d given her power over Lavender the other day but that didn’t change the fact that HE had power over her. Harry is pleased to see that Hermione recognizes that fact. He’s pleased to watch her strip naked before him and Luna, exposing her body to the two of them until finally she’s standing there in her birthday suit, twitching and waiting.
“Good. Now apologize to Luna for your treatment of her.”
Amusingly, Luna is more surprised by Harry’s words than Hermione is, though the blonde’s reaction is still quite muted. The Ravenclaw Prefect looks over at him, her eyes widening ever so slightly in shock. Hermione meanwhile lets out a shuddering breath, as though she were anticipating this command. Lifting her gaze, she waits until she’s meeting Luna’s eyes before speaking with as much sincerity as she can muster.
“I’m sorry for calling you Looney behind your back, Prefect Lovegood. It was unbecoming of me, both as a person as well as a fellow witch and Prefect.”
Luna doesn’t answer her, but then Harry isn’t expecting her to. He waits a beat for Hermione’s words to settle in the air before speaking up himself.
“You should know, Hermione… Luna’s creatures aren’t nearly as fantastical as they might first appear.”
He leaves it at that. He’s not about to tell Hermione that Luna’s made-up magical creatures are all a byproduct of both her trauma and her gift of foresight. He’s certainly not going to do it right in front of Luna’s face, but then… given aforementioned gift of foresight, trying to tell Hermione the truth ANYWHERE had the potential of getting back to Luna in a vision, especially since it concerned her.
Harry wasn’t willing to risk that truth be told, so he leaves it at what he’s said, prompting Hermione’s eyes to widen and snap to him. Before, she’d been apologizing because it was expected of her and because she did feel a little guilty over participating, even in a small way, in Luna’s bullying. But now?
“T-Truly?”
Smirking, Harry’s eyes twinkle with mischief.
“With magic… all things are possible, Prefect Granger.”
Specifically with Potter Magic. Harry could, if he really wanted to, pull the magical creatures Luna liked to make up straight out of the blonde seer’s mind and create them here in the real world. There was no such thing as a ‘fake’ creature as far as Potter Magic was concerned. Only a creature that hadn’t been created yet.
That said, he can tell Hermione understands… and he watches in mild amusement as the brunette slowly sinks to her knees and bends forward, placing her forehead against the floor.
“I d-deeply apologize, Luna. I recognize now how much I erred in being closeminded and ignorant to the possibilities. I’m so, so sorry…”
Harry nods approvingly and then looks over at Luna. The blonde is looking back at him with a hint of wonder in her eyes. He gives her a wicked smile and a wink before turning back to Hermione.
“That’s a good start, Hermione. Now come apologize to Luna properly.”
He knows that the naked brunette understands immediately what he means. After all, he’d had her strip first thing after her arrival. Plus, she’d just had that experience with Lavender. Now, this was slightly different seeing as Harry didn’t necessarily intend to put Hermione permanently below Luna in the pecking order. He wasn’t entirely sure HOW that would shake out just yet… not in the same way he knew girls like Lavender and Parvati would always be below Hermione and Luna.
Even still, it was necessary. Hermione seems to understand this, because she crawls forward with her head bowed in submissive supplication. Meanwhile, Luna wordlessly lifts her skirt up as the other Prefect approaches, revealing a lack of panties. Harry raises an eyebrow at this, but the blonde just gives him a smile that tells him this wasn’t because her underwear were stolen again, but because she’d chosen to go commando today.
Chuckling, Harry watches as Hermione’s head disappears under Luna’s skirt. He watches the elfin blonde’s face color and contort slightly in pleasure as she lets out a soft, faint moan of satisfaction from Hermione’s apology efforts. And he watches as Luna looks at him… and in that moment truly begins to trust him with her body and mind, not just because of what the ‘Nargles’ are telling her to do, but of her actual own volition.
“Thank you, Harry.”
Harry just smiles and steps forward. For most of his women, he’s too short to do this due to the age difference between them. But Luna is only half a foot taller than him despite him being a First Year and her a Fifth. As such, the young Potter Wizard is able to reach up and gently take hold of her head by her hair, drawing her down into a firm, searing kiss as his lips press against hers.
Because Luna isn’t just thanking him. He can read the underlying subtext of her words quite clearly. In this moment, completely separate from her seer abilities and the Nargles telling her what’s going to happen next to her… Luna is outright asking him to truly start making her his woman. And that… that is something Harry is more than happy to do.
Of course, not right at this moment. No, this moment is about Hermione repairing the bridge she burnt down years ago between her and Luna. When he pulls back from his kiss with the blonde, he’s not surprised that Luna turns her attention down to Hermione. Though he is surprised when she looks back at him with a hint of… wickedness in her usually dreamy smile.
“Fuck her, Harry. For me.”
Understanding exactly what Luna wants, Harry nods and moves into position behind the older Prefect. On her hands and knees, Hermione is at the perfect height for him to release his cock from its confines and slap it down between her ass cheeks. The brunette bookworm flinches a little bit for a moment, but continues her efforts beneath Luna’s skirt, her entire head and neck still hidden from view as she continues to orally pleasure the blonde witch.
Harry, meanwhile, slides his throbbing, mammoth-sized member back along Hermione’s ass crack, leaving just enough question of which hole he’s going to thrust into for a moment… before ultimately going down to her cunt and slamming home into her pussy.
“MMMPH!!!”
Hermione’s muffled squeals from under Luna’s skirt are music to Harry’s ears. Luna’s too from the look of things, because the blonde seer moans more throatily as she pushes down on the back of Hermione’s head, forcing her further into her crotch. In turn, Harry really begins fucking Hermione hard and fast… just as Luna wanted.
Maybe she hadn’t said it outright, but once again, the subtext was there. The subtext was in everything Luna did to be frank, so long as you knew how to look for it. Harry had gotten good at reading between the lines with the tasty blonde, and in this regard he knew that Luna wanted Hermione to feel it, but not to be in too much pain.
And so Harry fucks Hermione’s sopping wet cunt quite roughly, giving her a plowing she won’t soon forget. She’ll be sore tomorrow and sitting will be hard for her for a few days once he’s done with her… but that will be the price she pays for her treatment of Luna. She’ll recover on her own time with no help from him and that will be the end of it. From that point on, so long as she doesn’t err again, her and Luna will be equals in service to him… their Master.
For now, Hermione is having the time of her life. She’s certainly not sore yet as he fucks into her, driving her absolutely wild and from the look of things prompting her tongue to go even wilder in Luna’s cunt. The blonde’s eyes cross and her lips form into a small o as she suddenly shakes and shudders and Harry suspects from the way Hermione tenses up that Luna is climaxing all over her face.
But Harry’s harsh grip on Hermione’s buttocks keeps her from going anywhere as the young wizard digs his fingers into her ass cheeks and holds her in position. In the end, the brunette is properly spit-roasted between the two of them, even if Luna doesn’t have the right ‘equipment’ to truly complete the spit-roast on her end. Harry’s cock is more than big enough for the both of them and him fucking Hermione silly is precisely what Luna wanted. So that’s what he does, losing himself in the sound of flesh slapping against flesh and the moans, both muffled and not, from his two pet witches.
They might not be as subjugated as the women from the previous generation just yet, but they were certainly well on their way. And best of all? They were completely his creations. Blank canvasses that HE had painted on from start to finish. They were… his masterpieces. Harry couldn’t wait to see how they both turned out in the end.
-x-X-x-
Unbeknownst to Harry, while his decision to retire from the Hogwarts Library and relocate somewhere else for Luna and Hermione’s ‘reconciliation’ had certainly been well-advised and kept a certain librarian from stumbling upon them… it hadn’t completely kept anyone from coming across them.
No one SHOULD have been in this part of the castle at this time of day, but Junior Auror Nymphadora Tonks was used to wandering places she wasn’t supposed to be. And when she’d seen Hermione Granger making her way over to this part of the castle, she’d been curious what the Gryffindor Prefect might be up to.
Of course, to her surprise, Hermione had actually given Tonks the slip for a moment. Never in a million years would she thought she’d get bamboozled by a student, but here they were. Still, even though she’d lost Hermione for a moment, she’d not given up the chase. Hermione’s disappearance had only made Tonks MORE interested in tracking the younger woman down, leading her to moving around this part of the castle until… well, until she’d heard them.
Flesh slapping against flesh. Feminine moaning. Masculine groaning. Tonks knew precisely what she was listening to as she crept closer. However, even knowing couldn’t have prepared her for what she’d find. She’d expected to see Hermione getting it on with a wizard. She’d been curious to see exactly what sort of male student someone like Prefect Granger would even go for.
But never in a million years had Tonks thought she would find her ickle little firsty of a cousin, Harry James Potter… not just fucking Hermione from behind, but SHARING her with another Prefect in the form of Luna Lovegood.
Tonks almost exclaims in surprise when she first lays eyes on the incredibly erotic scene, but luckily she manages to clap a hand over her mouth and keep herself quiet in time that she’s not discovered.
For a moment, she’s a little outraged by what she’s witnessing. Harry is… surely too young, right? But then she watches for a little longer and recognizes just who has control over the situation. It’s shocking but… undeniable. Harry is in control. Hermione on her hands and knees with her head under Luna’s skirt and her mouth buried in the blonde’s muff CLEARLY isn’t the mastermind behind this situation. And Luna Lovegood, from everything Tonks knows about her, certainly isn’t capable of this either.
But Harry… Harry is if Tonks ignores his age for a moment and takes everything she knows about him into proper consideration. If she contemplates every clue that she’s come across, if she stops letting herself be blinded by her own affection for Harry’s precocious attitude… it all begins to make a scary amount of sense.
More than that though… is the sight of Harry’s cock. Boy that’s a big cock. A VERY big cock, especially for such a young wizard.
Tonks bites her lower lip, whimpering into her palm as the noise from the threesome taking place in the room beyond drowns out the sound with ease. She shouldn’t be watching this. But she is all the same…