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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_Rowling
  Relationship:
      Harry/Luna
  Stats:
      Published: 2005-11-20 Words: 3325
****** Just Friends ******
by Marks
Summary
     Harry and Luna have gone to Slughorn's party just as friends, nothing
     more. Right?
Notes
     This is an AU version of the events post-chapter 15 ("The Unbreakable
     Vow") of Half-Blood Prince. Written for the Erotic_Elves Fantasy
     Fest. Request by delicfcd, who wanted "Harry/Luna in a semi-public
     place during/after the Slug Club party with extremely forthright
     dialogue from Luna. Ginny as voyeur a bonus."
Harry took a deep breath and counted to fifty before following Snape back into
the party. His head was reeling from what he'd just heard, and he wasn't sure
if it was from the shock of knowing he'd been right about Malfoy, or the anger
he felt because Snape obviously knew about it.
In a daze, he stumbled back into Slughorn's office, and was immediately greeted
by the sight of Dean Thomas draped all over Ginny. His stomach dropped even
further, something not helped by the friendly grin Ginny shot him as he passed.
Friendly, he chided himself. Just friends.
"Oh, there you are, Harry," Luna said mildly, grabbing his arm and pulling him
away. "I was beginning to think a Pink-Bellied Aguagila reached out of the
toilet and pulled you away!"
Harry looked at her, surprised, and then burst out laughing. She beamed at him.
It was amazing that anyone could make him forget about Snape and Malfoy and
Ginny, even for a moment, but Luna had done it instantly. He felt a sudden rush
of gratitude toward her, until he noticed her looking up. Harry followed her
gaze, noticing that they were standing under a clump of Slughorn's mistletoe.
"Oh," he said, feeling less dismayed than he'd expected. "This keeps happening
to us."
"Yes, nargles are seductive creatures. It's a good thing their infestations
only happen once a year." Luna nodded, and Harry found himself laughing again,
though his tone was much gentler.
"Should we...ah...?" Harry glanced up again.
Luna rose onto her tiptoes and pressed her lips to Harry's cheek; Harry felt
himself blush in response. "There," she said, sounding satisfied. "The nargles
will know we're here as just friends. They'll leave us alone now."
Something about that tugged at Harry's chest, but he was puzzled as to what.
Luna walked away then, and he found himself compelled to follow, but that only
made sense; they were there as a couple -- together -- as friends, of course.
Luna walked over to the long refreshment table, now messy and only half-covered
in food, filling a fresh cup of mulled mead. Luna pressed that cup into Harry's
hand, before helping herself to another. "Where did you really go when you
left?" she asked, sounding so unconcerned that she might have been inquiring
about the weather.
Harry cleared his throat, flustered. "I-- I, ah, I told you...I went to the
bathroom--"
"And what were Professor Snape and Draco Malfoy doing in the bathroom
together?" Luna tilted her head to one side and widened her protuberant eyes,
obviously interested.
"How did you...?" Harry stopped himself, then tried abruptly changing subjects.
"Er, I mean, did you want to leave soon or...?"
"With you?" said Luna delightedly. She placed her drink on the table, and
clapped her hands together. "So you can tell me what they said, right? Oh, I
bet they were talking about Stubby Boardman! They're both in his fan club, you
know."
Harry stared at her. "No...it wasn't about that." He bit his lip; he knew he
should tell Dumbledore first, or at least Ron and Hermione, but it seemed like
Luna already knew, and Harry knew he could trust her. "But…I can tell you some
of what I heard."
"Not Stubby Boardman?" Luna looked a little disappointed. "Still, I want to
hear all about it! I think I know a place where no one will be."
The two of them said some quick good-byes, though Harry couldn't seem to find
Hermione at all (McClaggan, on the other hand, somehow crossed their path three
times is as many minutes).
"Bye, Luna! Bye, Harry!" chirped Ginny as they passed her and Dean again. Harry
mustered a half-smile and a wave. Best friend's sister, he reminded himself.
Once outside the party, Luna took Harry's hand, which was weird but not
unpleasantly so, and pulled him up the stairs and closer to the front entrance.
When they reached the Great Hall, she stopped abruptly, causing Harry to slam
into her and sending the spangles on her silver dress robes shimmying about.
The effect was almost...pretty, but Harry didn't dwell on that for long.
"Here we are!" she announced cheerfully.
Harry snorted, thinking this was Luna's idea of a joke, but she only blinked at
him in confusion. "This room isn't exactly secret," he said, trying to be
diplomatic.
"Yes, but who's going to be eating at this time of night?"
Harry shook his head, but followed her through the huge double doors. Once
inside (after pulling the doors shut again as quietly as possible), he had to
admit that Luna had a point. Of course the room was abandoned, and Harry had
his cloak with him anyway. He doubted Filch or even Mrs. Norris could get in
here without him hearing.
The night sky reflected darkly on the hall's ceiling, and Harry found himself
fascinated by the star patterns.
"I can see Mars," said Luna, sadly, following his line of sight.
"It's, er, very red." Harry looked sideways at her, remembering she was
studying Divination with Firenze, and wasn't sure what to make of her
statement. He was caught by surprise when Luna suddenly looked down, and their
eyes locked; Harry fought the urge to look away.
"Did you want to talk about Snape and Malfoy?"
Harry sighed. He didn't, really, not wanting to be told everyone else was
taking care of things again. "Malfoy," he finally began, reluctantly, "is up to
something. He wasn't trying to crash the party tonight; he got caught
doing...well, I don't know what. But he and Snape were arguing. I think-- I
think Malfoy might be working for Voldemort."
Luna didn't scoff at him; she didn't say his thoughts about Malfoy were silly,
or tell him he must have misheard. She didn't even flinch when Harry said
Voldemort's name. She just kept studying Harry's face with those wide, blue
eyes until Harry finally realised just how alone they were -- together. He
thought, briefly, of Ginny and his stomach gave a lurch; didn't he wish it was
her here, not Luna? Then again, Ginny had scolded him when he had told her
about the writing in the Prince's book. Harry remembered his conversation with
Luna at the end of last year by the bulletin board, and he thought that Luna
might be the only girl who never told him what he did or thought was wrong.
That realisation was scary.
"Why did you bring me here?" Harry blurted, disturbing the eerie quiet all
around them.
Luna smiled. "A lot of people bother you, Harry. You should be able to talk
about them if you need to," said Luna matter-of-factly. "And I didn't want
anyone to overhear that shouldn't." She walked over to one end of the Ravenclaw
table, but she didn't sit on the bench. Instead, she hoisted herself up so she
was settled on the table's surface.
"You know, people eat there," Harry teased, following her.
"That's true!" she replied, nodding effusively.
"Yes, but I meant--"
"Harry," she said, interrupting him. Harry swallowed and looked down, noting
that she now had one small hand on his forearm. "I knew what you meant. I'm not
an idiot, you know, but don't you think the elves wash these tables?"
Harry grinned. "Maybe on occasion."
Luna tugged his arm, pulling him closer, and Harry climbed up to sit next to
her on the table. "You worry about the strangest things."
"You worry about things that don't exist!" Harry retorted. Their legs were
touching, which Harry knew was all his doing.
Luna was looking at him earnestly. "Just because we can't see something doesn't
mean it's imaginary."
Harry bit his lip and found himself studying Luna's mouth.
This is Loony Lovegood! shouted a voice that sounded an awful lot like Ron.
At least it's not your sister! he shouted back.
The voice promptly shut up.
"Not that we shouldn't worry about imaginary creatures," Luna said dreamily,
interrupting the conversation he was having with himself. "They're all around
us."
Harry thought of the monster in his chest, of the lack of Quidditch skill that
Ron only thought he had. He remembered Ron and Hermione dancing around each
other, thinking the other didn't feel the same way, and of the spectre of
Voldemort that permeated every aspect of their lives. "Yeah," he said, still
staring at her mouth. "S'pose you're right."
"May I tell you a secret, Harry?" she asked in a conspiratorial whisper.
Harry nodded, looking up to meet her eyes.
"That creature that's stopping you kissing me? It doesn't exist."
Then, Luna leaned forward and pressed their mouths together, and something
inside Harry's chest jolted. It was as though an electric wire ran from the top
of his head to the soles of his shoes, and it was sparked only by Luna
Lovegood's lips. That seemed incredible, impossible, but when she threaded one
hand through his hair and opened her mouth just wide enough for him to press
his tongue inside, he forgot to care.
They broke apart when Harry took a much needed gulp of air, though their
foreheads were still pressed together and his hands were on her waist, tugging
her closer. He tried to stop his fingers from drifting up. The swell of her
breasts were almost too tempting, and Ron's voice returned, this time
describing Lavender's anatomy in detail, which really wasn't helping matters
much.
I should leave, Harry thought. This is going to get out of hand--
"Did you want to touch me?" Luna asked, her small, pink tongue darting out to
touch his upper lip. Harry whimpered, softly, as the trousers of his dress
robes grew more uncomfortable.
"I-- I don't want to ruin our--"
Luna silenced him with a kiss, one that was wetter and deeper than the last,
and Harry could almost hear the cracks in his resolve forming. "Friends,
Harry," she murmured against his mouth. "We were friends first; that won't
change."
At those words, Harry shivered and gave up. He dove forward with a moan,
pulling Luna even closer, and let instinct take over, lowering Luna down to the
table's surface, her legs rearranging themselves as he crawled up to kneel
beside her. They were still kissing, and now his hands -- both with position
and permission -- were free to explore her body. Harry skated one hand
tentatively from the base of her throat over the curve of her chest, then down
over her ribcage to her stomach. Luna inhaled sharply when Harry's hand moved
over her nipple, and he knew he wanted to do that again, so he moved his hand
up, squeezing.
"God," he said, sounding almost reverent, though that was mitigated by his hips
seeking contact with the surface nearest his groin -- namely, the Ravenclaw
table. And he'd been worried about sitting there?
"Not so hard," warned Luna, covering his hand with hers, guiding him. He
softened his movements, and was rewarded by Luna stretching up to suck at the
base of his throat; Harry let out a long, embarrassing moan at the suction.
He swallowed and said apologetically, "I'm sorry-- I...this is new."
Luna blinked, eyes wider than he'd ever seen them. Was she surprised at his
inexperience? Disappointed? "Did you want to stop?" she asked, sounding
serious.
Stop? Was she insane? "No!" he gasped, then gasped again, when her hand went to
his hips, pulling him over so Harry could settle between her legs.
"Good," Luna said, beaming at him again. She arched her hips off the table and
rubbed herself against his erection. "Mmm, you feel nice."
A strangled laugh escaped Harry's throat. "Do I?" he asked mindlessly. It felt
like any logical thought was a struggle now, though he found it easy to
concentrate on the way their hips were rocking together.
Luna nodded. "I always expected you to feel nice, Harry. Something about you is
very, very warm."
Something, indeed -- something that felt like it was about to drill a hole
through the front of his trousers.
"Would you like to fuck me?" asked Luna, casually. Harry wondered why even this
conversation sounded like it could be about the weather; what's more, he
wondered why he liked that so much.
"Luna," he moaned. This was unimaginable. Harry stopped and corrected himself:
He was sixteen, so he might have thought about this one or two (thousand) times
before, but he hadn't expected--
"We don't have to," Luna continued, her tone equally cheerful, still rocking
against him. "We could keep doing this, or I could touch you, or I could go
down on you, or I could teach you how to go down on me--"
Harry moaned again, bending down to kiss Luna's mouth, her ear, her throat, her
shoulder where her dress robe had been pulled aside.
"Do you like when I talk to you, Harry?"
He could only manage a mute nod.
"Oh, good!" Luna probably would have applauded, had her hands not been busy
tugging up his outer robe, so she could slide her hands under his trouser
waistband. Harry could feel her hands brushing the top of his arse, and he
rocked downward, hard. "I can tell you what I want you to do to me, then."
"Oh-- okay," he groaned.
Luna smiled. "I want you to pull up my robes and open your trousers, so you can
slide inside me. I want to feel you fill me, as I squeeze around you, and I
want to feel you come inside me." She pulled her wand out of seemingly nowhere
and said some charm, tapping the top of her head, then Harry's. Harry felt
something like a hand grip around his cock, making him moan. Luna then slipped
her wand under her skirt, then said another charm, emerging with her knickers
in her hand.
She grinned at him as she threw them and her wand aside.
"N--neat trick," he managed. "Done this before?"
Luna only smiled again, and Harry had to shove down the irrational stab of
jealousy that he felt. He was grateful that she knew what she was doing when he
didn't, but God, he didn't really want to think about her with any other blokes
right then.
So he didn't. The jealous urge disappeared as soon as it started.
Luna's hands reached for his hips again, then slid to his groin, rubbing him
through the fabric. Harry whined, and the sound only intensified as she undid
the fastenings and pushed his trousers down, pulling out his stiff prick. Luna
grasped the base, and little pinpricks of light, like the stars reflected on
the ceiling, burst behind his eyelids.
"Feel that?" asked Luna, shifting so she could rub his cock against her slit.
Harry gasped. "Yeah. Y-- you're so wet."
"For you," she told him. Then, she wrapped her legs around his waist, and Harry
glimpsed a thatch of dark blonde hair; imagining himself licking and sucking
there was not very difficult, especially as the head of his cock pushed past
Luna's entrance. He thrust his hips forward and felt Luna's body give around
him, drawing him deeper and deeper. He was surrounded, and all his thoughts
were wet and warm and more and ohgodohgodohgod.
Harry, tentatively, started moving in and out, as he put his hands on either
side of her head. Every time Luna shifted or sighed or did anything, Harry knew
he was only a moment from coming, and he tried anything to stave that off for
just a few minutes more. Sex was-- well, not that he could consider himself an
expert or even much of a beginner at this point, but sex felt like the alarm
clock he'd repaired at the Dursleys, when he kept hitting the reset button over
and over again. Just five more minutes, he thought, then reconsidered. God,
please, justtwomore minutes.
"Luna, you f-- feel amazing."
"Mmm," she said, slipping a hand between their bodies. "Slow down a bit." Harry
shakily slowed his movements, and he could feel Luna's fingers moving, rubbing
herself between her legs. Almost every motion was accompanied by her muscles
squeezing around him, and he slowed down even more so he could feel every one.
"God, that's--"
"Yeah, I know," she breathed, moving more quickly. "Oh...oh, Harry, go fast
now."
He didn't think he could do anything but obey, sliding in and out of her body
faster and faster and--
"Oh, God, I'm going to--"
"Oh!" Luna said, sweetly, arching up as those wonderful muscles contracted
around him over and over again. Harry nearly blacked out as he came, her body
dragging the orgasm out of his.
Sweaty and exhausted and, well, thrilled, Harry collapsed atop Luna's body,
panting hard.
"Do you feel better now?" Luna asked calmly.
Harry sleepily raised his head. "Huh?"
"You were worried before. Do you feel better now?"
Worried? Oh...that all felt very far away now. "Much, thank you."
Luna kissed the tip of Harry's nose. "Happy Christmas, Harry."
Harry could only make a tired noise.
A little while later, Harry knew they couldn't stay out much longer without
getting in trouble, so he reluctantly got up and started rearranging his
clothes while Luna did the same.
"Luna," he began.
"I know this doesn't change anything between us," she interrupted, but that
wasn't what he was going to say at all. Harry wrinkled his forehead, but didn't
say anything more, only helping her spell the table clean before they went. His
feelings felt all jumbled.
Oddly, the door to the hall was ajar when they left, and Harry panicked a
little, wondering if Filch had seen. He shuddered, then ran smack into Ginny
Weasley. Ginny had a very funny expression on her face.
"Hello, Ginny!" Luna said, as though she'd been expecting to find Ginny
standing around in the halls by herself. "Did you have a good time at the
party?"
"Oh, hello, Luna," Ginny replied, voice oddly hollow. "Yes, very good, thank
you."
There was no doubt that Harry found this situation just a little weird, but he
still managed to say, "I'm glad you and Dean had fun." Ginny gave him a strange
little smile.
"Harry's going to walk me back to Ravenclaw," Luna told Ginny, "but if you walk
with us, you two could go to Gryffindor after, if you'd like."
Harry opened his mouth to protest, but thought better of it. He really wanted
to kiss Luna good-night after all that, but if she really wanted to be friends,
he wasn't sure he had that option.
Ginny didn't look odd anymore; now she was staring from Luna to Harry, then
back at Luna again. She suddenly shot them a genuinely happy grin. Harry was
surprised he didn't feel his stomach flip at that look, and had only moments to
wonder about how odd girls could be.
"No," said Ginny, finally. "I think Harry should walk his date back alone."
With a friendly wave, Ginny started in the direction of Gryffindor.
"Do you think she saw?" Luna asked, once she had gone.
Saw? Oh God, saw. Harry looked alarmed. "I-- I don't know."
Luna smiled and nodded. "She probably didn't see anything," she assured him.
Harry grinned at her and took her hand. "Listen, Luna," he said in a rush, "I
wasn't going to say that nothing has changed between us before because
something has. And I-- I liked it. A lot. A lot. I...I want to see you again-
- I mean, if you want..."
"All right, Harry," Luna said, squeezing his hand. They started walking, and
Harry remembered that Luna lived near the Weasleys. His Christmas holidays were
already looking up.
"All right, then," Harry said, grinning.
"Well, as long as you don't invite any Muddledweb Heffalumps along, that is."
"Oh," he replied, very seriously. "I would never do that."
As it turned out, Harry found Luna's laugh quite pretty.
END
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