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Gift fic for BSafeMyDeers!
Title: The Proof Is In The Pudding
Recipient: bsafemydeers
Author: ANONYMOUS
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry/Luna
Summary: How is it that conversations with Luna always end up rather different than Harry ever expects?
Warnings: Underage (Set during the end of OotP)
Word Count: ~1850
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Authors Notes: I must thank my beta for all her help on this project. She was there for every word, and it would be nothing without her. To my recipient, I hope you enjoy this fic! I've always thought the scene between Harry and Luna at the end of OotP was ended too soon. This is simply one version of what might have been.
He had turned the corner towards the Fat Lady's corridor when he saw somebody up ahead fastening a note to a board on the wall. A second glance showed him it was Luna. There were no good hiding places nearby, she was bound to have heard his footsteps, and in any case, Harry could hardly muster the energy to avoid anyone at the moment.
`Hello,' said Luna vaguely, glancing around at him as she stepped back from the notice.
`How come you're not at the feast?' Harry asked.
`Well, I've lost most of my possessions,' said Luna serenely. 'People take them and hide them, you know. But as it's the last night, I really do need them back, so I've been putting up signs.' She gestured towards the noticeboard, upon which, sure enough, she had pinned a list of all her missing books and clothes, with a plea for their return.
An odd feeling rose in Harry; an emotion quite different from the anger and grief that had filled him since Sirius's death. It was a few moments before he realised that he was feeling sorry for Luna.
`How come people hide your stuff?' he asked her, frowning.
`Oh… well…' she shrugged. `I think they think I'm a bit odd, you know. Some people call me "Loony" Lovegood, actually.'
Harry looked at her and the new feeling of pity intensified rather painfully.
`That's no reason for them to take your things,' he said flatly. 'D'you want help finding them?'
'Oh, no,' she said, smiling at him. `They'll come back, they always do in the end. It was just that I wanted to pack tonight. Anyway… why aren't you at the feast?'
Harry shrugged. 'Just didn't feel like it.'
`No,' said Luna, observing him with those oddly misty, protuberant eyes. `I don't suppose you do. That man the Death Eaters killed was your godfather, wasn't he? Ginny told me.'
Harry nodded curtly, but found that for some reason he did not mind Luna talking about Sirius. He had just remembered that she, too, could see Thestrals.
`Have you…' he began. `I mean, who… has anyone you known ever died?'
`Yes,' said Luna simply, `my mother. She was a quite extraordinary witch, you know, but she did like to experiment and one of her spells went rather badly wrong one day. I was nine.'
`I'm sorry,' Harry mumbled.
'Yes, it was rather horrible,' said Luna conversationally. `I still feel very sad about it sometimes. But I've still got Dad. And anyway, it's not as though I'll never see Mum again, is it?'
`Er - isn't it?' said Harry uncertainly.
She shook her head in disbelief.
`Oh, come on. You heard them, just behind the veil, didn't you?'
`You mean…'
`In that room with the archway. They were just lurking out of sight, that's all. You heard them.'
They looked at each other. Luna was smiling slightly. Harry did not know what to say, or to think; Luna believed so many extraordinary things… yet he had been sure he had heard voices behind the veil, too.
`Are you sure you don't want me to help you look for your stuff?' he said.
`Oh, no,' said Luna. `No, I think I'll just go down and have some pudding and wait for it all to turn up… it always does in the end… well, have a nice holiday Harry.'
`Yeah… yeah, you too.'
She walked away from him and, as he watched her go, he found that the terrible weight in his stomach seemed to have lessened slightly.
'Luna, wait!' he called, hurrying after her.
She paused and turned back to him, her expression faintly inquisitive.
He glanced down at the toe of his trainer, where it was scuffing against the floor, and took a deep breath before looking back up at her. Smiling somewhat awkwardly, he said, 'Mind if I join you for that pudding?'
She tilted her head and studied him for several long, intense minutes, until he was sure he'd be turned down. Just when he was about to give up and walk away with a muttered apology, she smiled hazily and nodded. 'Yes, I think I'd like that.'
Harry let out a small, relieved breath, and fell in beside her. As they walked along, they talked of inconsequential things, most dealing with the school year and how Luna felt she'd fare on her end of year reports and Harry on his OWLs. He confessed that he was fairly sure he'd managed to pass several, but others…
'Well, I'll just cross my fingers and hope for the best.'
Luna shot a startled look at him and said, 'Cross your fingers? Why? There aren't any Naguls about, are there? My goodness, did you have to defeat one for your DADA exam?!'
Harry blinked for a moment before he felt a smile tugging at his lips. 'Erm, no, it's a Muggle expression. It's supposed to bring you good luck or ward off bad luck or something like that.' He waved his hand about as he tried to remember the exact reasoning. Finally he gave up with a shrug. 'It's an old expression, I think. I'm not really certain what it means, to be honest.'
Luna looked taken aback at that and shook her head. 'Really. The idea of teaching Muggles to protect themselves from Naguls is slightly ridiculous. It's not as if they are in any danger from them, are they?'
'Erm, no?' Harry guessed.
Luna beamed at him and they rounded the last corner before the wide-open doors to the Great Hall appeared.
Harry smiled back at her, feeling a bit as if he were wavering on a tight rope, one that was wobbling frantically. He cleared his throat, allowing his invitation of her to the Gryffindor table for their snack to change the subject, whatever that had been. She accepted and they sat at a relatively private spot on the very end while Harry floundered about for a new topic.
'All healed up from the Ministry?' he finally asked quietly, not wanting their conversation to be overheard.
She blinked and reached for the pudding, spooning some into the dish in front of her before taking hold of Harry's bowl and serving him. 'I wasn't really injured. Lucky, I guess.' She shrugged and looked up at him. 'But it's not always what we see that shows the most damage, is it?'
Harry swallowed roughly and dropped his gaze to his pudding, unable to answer her too-direct question without embarrassing himself. He shoved a huge spoonful of pudding into his mouth to avoid speaking and nearly moaned when the flavour burst over his senses. The Hogwarts house-elves were notoriously good cooks, but this was above and beyond even for them. Must be because it was end of term.
He looked up when Luna gasped, her eyes shut and face screwed up in an expression of pure pleasure. 'This is even better than Blujaub!' she exclaimed, her breathy voice carrying to the Hufflepuff table where a group of seventh year boys were sitting. They each turned around, eyes wide, before shooting looks ranging from jealousy to speculation at Harry.
'B-blowjobs?' he asked, his voice squeaking on the word. Suddenly, a vision presented itself to him and he couldn't help fantasizing…
~*~
Her normally hazy gaze sharpened suddenly and she glanced at the other boys with a small, knowing smile before turning back to Harry. Winking once, slowly, he watched as she slid down in her seat, until the top of her head was the only thing left in sight.
Then, even that was gone.
Harry started to stand, opening his mouth to call Luna's name, when a hand on his ankle-under his robes and the leg of his trousers-stopped him. He sat back with a thump into his seat and glanced wildly about. The other boys had mostly turned back to their own conversation, all but one who kept shooting glances at a spot where Harry knew Luna must be.
He leaned back and looked down, about to say something, when the tip of a wand appeared and suddenly his robes and trousers were open. A pale hand with long, slender fingers slid up the inside of his thigh and he froze as suddenly as if someone had cast Petrificus on him. Those fingers peeled back the waistband on his y-fronts before they were joined by the fingers of her other hand. That one… those… they pulled his cock out, and his whimper this time was not just loud, but also helpless and needy.
He looked up and around; with the exception of the Hufflepuff that was avidly watching, he couldn't see anyone else even looking their way. It seemed more than a bit surreal, but when she gripped him firmly and slid her hand up and down him a few times experimentally, he closed his eyes and decided he didn't care. He was fifteen, and the closest thing he'd ever had to this-aside from his own hand during furtive wank sessions in the dorm late at night after Seamus started snoring-was a wet kiss in the Room of Requirement. This was so much better.
She nudged his thighs apart more and he sighed as he flopped them open, his left knee banging into the wooden bench a bit too harshly. He couldn't decide what he wanted more, to watch her hand sliding over him or close his eyes and enjoy the purity of sensation. The whisper of her breath across his head made up his mind for him as his wide gaze snapped down to collide with hers.
She was still wearing that slightly predatory smile, her lips stretched wide, looking very… red as they hovered in the air above his cock. His breath began stuttering in his chest as she narrowed her eyes and licked her lips. When she did that, the tip of her tongue stretched out just slightly more than necessary and swiped unbelievably over the head of his cock, causing him to both choke and lose his grip on the edge of the table. He flailed backward slightly before she caught his hand in hers-not the one holding his cock, thank god-and pulled it back to place it gently on top of her head.
Still gasping for breath, he took the hint and threaded his fingers into her hair, applying minute pressure. He didn't want to offend or distract or anything, but they were so public and he was so ready. It was ridiculous, really, how ready he was. For Luna Lovegood, of all people!
She made some sort of indistinct noise and then… her lips were smoothing lightly down the length of him! He gritted his teeth and tightened his fingers in her hair while his other hand held onto the bench below him for dear life. Hot breath wafted over him then and that was the only warning he had before her mouth was enveloping him, her tongue swirling designs along his shaft as she took him down her throat. He cried out, attempting at the last minute to turn it into a weak cough as his noise drew attention from around the room.
His eyes nearly crossed while he fought not to announce what Luna was doing to him under the table, but when he was back to only the Hufflepuff voyeur, he relaxed completely and began thrusting his hips at her. Luna stilled then and pulled back, lingering on the head of his cock which she sucked on with quite a lot of force before releasing him completely with a wet-sounding "pop."
He must have made some sort of pleading noise, because she quickly shushed him and leaned back, where he couldn't see her any longer even though his hand in her hair assured him that she wasn't leaving completely-not that he thought he was capable of letting her at this point. She came back quickly and he nearly swallowed his tongue when he looked back down to see that she was bare to the waist, the pink tips of her nipples peeking through her fall of blonde hair.
'I want to try something,' she whispered to him.
'Nghngh,' he said, or something equally intelligent. He wasn't really capable of speech at that particular moment since that was when she pressed forward, trapping his wet, aching erection between her breasts. She bent her head to what had to be an uncomfortable angle then, and he felt her tongue probe at the slit of his cock. He swallowed another scream at that, but couldn't hold back a moan of pure pleasure when she began to move up and down, sliding her tits around his cock and licking the head of it every time it appeared.
It was too much. The soft fullness of her breast squeezing around him, the hot wetness of her mouth and tongue, both combined to send him spiralling over the edge mere moments later. He stiffened and came and her tiny whimpers of pleasure kept him going longer than he'd thought humanly possible. He slumped forward at last, his eyes drawn of their own volition to the way his come gleamed wetly on her breasts…
~*~
'Yes,' Luna said then, snapping his eyes back up from where they'd been perusing the gentle swell of her breasts under her school uniform shirt. He was unable to hold back a furious blush then, realising that not only had he just had a full-blown fantasy about her-whom he'd never thought of as anything other than a friend before-and was currently sitting on the hard wooden bench sporting an even more full-blown erection because of that!
But still… she had mentioned blow jobs. It wasn't entirely his fault.
'Blujaubs are the traditional dessert of the African Jumping Pygmies. Made from the zooberry plant. They're quite delicious.'
Harry blinked. Then nodded. Then blinked again.
Somehow, listening to her prattle on about some sort of mythical civilisation's culinary treats was helping him regain control of his rampant libido. He seriously considered investing in a subscription to the Quibbler as a silent gesture of thanks.
Setting her spoon down with a sigh-he noticed that she'd somehow managed to eat all of her pudding while he'd only had one bite-she stood and leaned down to add, 'Of course, they've nothing on Cuhn Inguhloos,' before she waved farewell and walked away.
Even with his mouth hanging open in shock, he couldn't help noticing the way her skirt swished fetchingly across the backs of her knees. Which only led to another fantasy…
-The End-
Beginning scene taken from Chapter 38 of Order of the Phoenix, pages 862-864, American Hardcover Edition.
Recipient: bsafemydeers
Author: ANONYMOUS
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry/Luna
Summary: How is it that conversations with Luna always end up rather different than Harry ever expects?
Warnings: Underage (Set during the end of OotP)
Word Count: ~1850
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Authors Notes: I must thank my beta for all her help on this project. She was there for every word, and it would be nothing without her. To my recipient, I hope you enjoy this fic! I've always thought the scene between Harry and Luna at the end of OotP was ended too soon. This is simply one version of what might have been.
He had turned the corner towards the Fat Lady's corridor when he saw somebody up ahead fastening a note to a board on the wall. A second glance showed him it was Luna. There were no good hiding places nearby, she was bound to have heard his footsteps, and in any case, Harry could hardly muster the energy to avoid anyone at the moment.
`Hello,' said Luna vaguely, glancing around at him as she stepped back from the notice.
`How come you're not at the feast?' Harry asked.
`Well, I've lost most of my possessions,' said Luna serenely. 'People take them and hide them, you know. But as it's the last night, I really do need them back, so I've been putting up signs.' She gestured towards the noticeboard, upon which, sure enough, she had pinned a list of all her missing books and clothes, with a plea for their return.
An odd feeling rose in Harry; an emotion quite different from the anger and grief that had filled him since Sirius's death. It was a few moments before he realised that he was feeling sorry for Luna.
`How come people hide your stuff?' he asked her, frowning.
`Oh… well…' she shrugged. `I think they think I'm a bit odd, you know. Some people call me "Loony" Lovegood, actually.'
Harry looked at her and the new feeling of pity intensified rather painfully.
`That's no reason for them to take your things,' he said flatly. 'D'you want help finding them?'
'Oh, no,' she said, smiling at him. `They'll come back, they always do in the end. It was just that I wanted to pack tonight. Anyway… why aren't you at the feast?'
Harry shrugged. 'Just didn't feel like it.'
`No,' said Luna, observing him with those oddly misty, protuberant eyes. `I don't suppose you do. That man the Death Eaters killed was your godfather, wasn't he? Ginny told me.'
Harry nodded curtly, but found that for some reason he did not mind Luna talking about Sirius. He had just remembered that she, too, could see Thestrals.
`Have you…' he began. `I mean, who… has anyone you known ever died?'
`Yes,' said Luna simply, `my mother. She was a quite extraordinary witch, you know, but she did like to experiment and one of her spells went rather badly wrong one day. I was nine.'
`I'm sorry,' Harry mumbled.
'Yes, it was rather horrible,' said Luna conversationally. `I still feel very sad about it sometimes. But I've still got Dad. And anyway, it's not as though I'll never see Mum again, is it?'
`Er - isn't it?' said Harry uncertainly.
She shook her head in disbelief.
`Oh, come on. You heard them, just behind the veil, didn't you?'
`You mean…'
`In that room with the archway. They were just lurking out of sight, that's all. You heard them.'
They looked at each other. Luna was smiling slightly. Harry did not know what to say, or to think; Luna believed so many extraordinary things… yet he had been sure he had heard voices behind the veil, too.
`Are you sure you don't want me to help you look for your stuff?' he said.
`Oh, no,' said Luna. `No, I think I'll just go down and have some pudding and wait for it all to turn up… it always does in the end… well, have a nice holiday Harry.'
`Yeah… yeah, you too.'
She walked away from him and, as he watched her go, he found that the terrible weight in his stomach seemed to have lessened slightly.
'Luna, wait!' he called, hurrying after her.
She paused and turned back to him, her expression faintly inquisitive.
He glanced down at the toe of his trainer, where it was scuffing against the floor, and took a deep breath before looking back up at her. Smiling somewhat awkwardly, he said, 'Mind if I join you for that pudding?'
She tilted her head and studied him for several long, intense minutes, until he was sure he'd be turned down. Just when he was about to give up and walk away with a muttered apology, she smiled hazily and nodded. 'Yes, I think I'd like that.'
Harry let out a small, relieved breath, and fell in beside her. As they walked along, they talked of inconsequential things, most dealing with the school year and how Luna felt she'd fare on her end of year reports and Harry on his OWLs. He confessed that he was fairly sure he'd managed to pass several, but others…
'Well, I'll just cross my fingers and hope for the best.'
Luna shot a startled look at him and said, 'Cross your fingers? Why? There aren't any Naguls about, are there? My goodness, did you have to defeat one for your DADA exam?!'
Harry blinked for a moment before he felt a smile tugging at his lips. 'Erm, no, it's a Muggle expression. It's supposed to bring you good luck or ward off bad luck or something like that.' He waved his hand about as he tried to remember the exact reasoning. Finally he gave up with a shrug. 'It's an old expression, I think. I'm not really certain what it means, to be honest.'
Luna looked taken aback at that and shook her head. 'Really. The idea of teaching Muggles to protect themselves from Naguls is slightly ridiculous. It's not as if they are in any danger from them, are they?'
'Erm, no?' Harry guessed.
Luna beamed at him and they rounded the last corner before the wide-open doors to the Great Hall appeared.
Harry smiled back at her, feeling a bit as if he were wavering on a tight rope, one that was wobbling frantically. He cleared his throat, allowing his invitation of her to the Gryffindor table for their snack to change the subject, whatever that had been. She accepted and they sat at a relatively private spot on the very end while Harry floundered about for a new topic.
'All healed up from the Ministry?' he finally asked quietly, not wanting their conversation to be overheard.
She blinked and reached for the pudding, spooning some into the dish in front of her before taking hold of Harry's bowl and serving him. 'I wasn't really injured. Lucky, I guess.' She shrugged and looked up at him. 'But it's not always what we see that shows the most damage, is it?'
Harry swallowed roughly and dropped his gaze to his pudding, unable to answer her too-direct question without embarrassing himself. He shoved a huge spoonful of pudding into his mouth to avoid speaking and nearly moaned when the flavour burst over his senses. The Hogwarts house-elves were notoriously good cooks, but this was above and beyond even for them. Must be because it was end of term.
He looked up when Luna gasped, her eyes shut and face screwed up in an expression of pure pleasure. 'This is even better than Blujaub!' she exclaimed, her breathy voice carrying to the Hufflepuff table where a group of seventh year boys were sitting. They each turned around, eyes wide, before shooting looks ranging from jealousy to speculation at Harry.
'B-blowjobs?' he asked, his voice squeaking on the word. Suddenly, a vision presented itself to him and he couldn't help fantasizing…
~*~
Her normally hazy gaze sharpened suddenly and she glanced at the other boys with a small, knowing smile before turning back to Harry. Winking once, slowly, he watched as she slid down in her seat, until the top of her head was the only thing left in sight.
Then, even that was gone.
Harry started to stand, opening his mouth to call Luna's name, when a hand on his ankle-under his robes and the leg of his trousers-stopped him. He sat back with a thump into his seat and glanced wildly about. The other boys had mostly turned back to their own conversation, all but one who kept shooting glances at a spot where Harry knew Luna must be.
He leaned back and looked down, about to say something, when the tip of a wand appeared and suddenly his robes and trousers were open. A pale hand with long, slender fingers slid up the inside of his thigh and he froze as suddenly as if someone had cast Petrificus on him. Those fingers peeled back the waistband on his y-fronts before they were joined by the fingers of her other hand. That one… those… they pulled his cock out, and his whimper this time was not just loud, but also helpless and needy.
He looked up and around; with the exception of the Hufflepuff that was avidly watching, he couldn't see anyone else even looking their way. It seemed more than a bit surreal, but when she gripped him firmly and slid her hand up and down him a few times experimentally, he closed his eyes and decided he didn't care. He was fifteen, and the closest thing he'd ever had to this-aside from his own hand during furtive wank sessions in the dorm late at night after Seamus started snoring-was a wet kiss in the Room of Requirement. This was so much better.
She nudged his thighs apart more and he sighed as he flopped them open, his left knee banging into the wooden bench a bit too harshly. He couldn't decide what he wanted more, to watch her hand sliding over him or close his eyes and enjoy the purity of sensation. The whisper of her breath across his head made up his mind for him as his wide gaze snapped down to collide with hers.
She was still wearing that slightly predatory smile, her lips stretched wide, looking very… red as they hovered in the air above his cock. His breath began stuttering in his chest as she narrowed her eyes and licked her lips. When she did that, the tip of her tongue stretched out just slightly more than necessary and swiped unbelievably over the head of his cock, causing him to both choke and lose his grip on the edge of the table. He flailed backward slightly before she caught his hand in hers-not the one holding his cock, thank god-and pulled it back to place it gently on top of her head.
Still gasping for breath, he took the hint and threaded his fingers into her hair, applying minute pressure. He didn't want to offend or distract or anything, but they were so public and he was so ready. It was ridiculous, really, how ready he was. For Luna Lovegood, of all people!
She made some sort of indistinct noise and then… her lips were smoothing lightly down the length of him! He gritted his teeth and tightened his fingers in her hair while his other hand held onto the bench below him for dear life. Hot breath wafted over him then and that was the only warning he had before her mouth was enveloping him, her tongue swirling designs along his shaft as she took him down her throat. He cried out, attempting at the last minute to turn it into a weak cough as his noise drew attention from around the room.
His eyes nearly crossed while he fought not to announce what Luna was doing to him under the table, but when he was back to only the Hufflepuff voyeur, he relaxed completely and began thrusting his hips at her. Luna stilled then and pulled back, lingering on the head of his cock which she sucked on with quite a lot of force before releasing him completely with a wet-sounding "pop."
He must have made some sort of pleading noise, because she quickly shushed him and leaned back, where he couldn't see her any longer even though his hand in her hair assured him that she wasn't leaving completely-not that he thought he was capable of letting her at this point. She came back quickly and he nearly swallowed his tongue when he looked back down to see that she was bare to the waist, the pink tips of her nipples peeking through her fall of blonde hair.
'I want to try something,' she whispered to him.
'Nghngh,' he said, or something equally intelligent. He wasn't really capable of speech at that particular moment since that was when she pressed forward, trapping his wet, aching erection between her breasts. She bent her head to what had to be an uncomfortable angle then, and he felt her tongue probe at the slit of his cock. He swallowed another scream at that, but couldn't hold back a moan of pure pleasure when she began to move up and down, sliding her tits around his cock and licking the head of it every time it appeared.
It was too much. The soft fullness of her breast squeezing around him, the hot wetness of her mouth and tongue, both combined to send him spiralling over the edge mere moments later. He stiffened and came and her tiny whimpers of pleasure kept him going longer than he'd thought humanly possible. He slumped forward at last, his eyes drawn of their own volition to the way his come gleamed wetly on her breasts…
~*~
'Yes,' Luna said then, snapping his eyes back up from where they'd been perusing the gentle swell of her breasts under her school uniform shirt. He was unable to hold back a furious blush then, realising that not only had he just had a full-blown fantasy about her-whom he'd never thought of as anything other than a friend before-and was currently sitting on the hard wooden bench sporting an even more full-blown erection because of that!
But still… she had mentioned blow jobs. It wasn't entirely his fault.
'Blujaubs are the traditional dessert of the African Jumping Pygmies. Made from the zooberry plant. They're quite delicious.'
Harry blinked. Then nodded. Then blinked again.
Somehow, listening to her prattle on about some sort of mythical civilisation's culinary treats was helping him regain control of his rampant libido. He seriously considered investing in a subscription to the Quibbler as a silent gesture of thanks.
Setting her spoon down with a sigh-he noticed that she'd somehow managed to eat all of her pudding while he'd only had one bite-she stood and leaned down to add, 'Of course, they've nothing on Cuhn Inguhloos,' before she waved farewell and walked away.
Even with his mouth hanging open in shock, he couldn't help noticing the way her skirt swished fetchingly across the backs of her knees. Which only led to another fantasy…
-The End-
Beginning scene taken from Chapter 38 of Order of the Phoenix, pages 862-864, American Hardcover Edition.