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Luna- Eve Mikulski
More owls than he could ever remember came pouring into the Great Hall from above. It was quite the thing to behold as every student in the entire school, and the teachers as well, had a new copy of The Quibbler placed on the tables in front of them. Of course, there were people who knew its reputation and tossed it aside without a second glance. But most people, curious about why they were getting it in the first place, at least took the time to read the headline and so, found…
The Truth: Harry Potter’s Tell All Interview by Luna Lovegood. Admittedly, Harry had been cautious about the entire proposal given Luna’s eccentricity and the general opinion of her father’s magazine. What were the chances that it wouldn’t just make me look like even more of a nutter? But he still thought it would be better than Hermione’s idea of using Skeeter. At least he trusted, Luna.
In the end, he agreed to it with Luna and sat down for an interview with his quirky Ravenclaw friend, hoping for the best. Though he did have the good sense to improve the odds of it gaining some traction, for better or worse. The reason there were so many copies being delivered at Hogwarts, and around the rest of Wizarding Britain, was because he made a significant dip into his Gringotts account and paid for many more copies to be made than The Quibbler had subscribers.
Reading the story in front of him, all misgivings quickly disappeared.
The Ministry of Magic has been insistent on painting a young man as a deranged, attention-seeking, lunatic. A young man who has been lauded as a hero. Of course, I refer to Harry Potter.
It seems every day that there is a new story deriding him, a student, for simply telling a story, a truly harrowing one, that they deem unacceptable. Not because they can definitively say that he is lying, but because the very idea he might be telling the truth is frightening. These attacks extend to anyone who might agree with the famous young wizard, even Albus Dumbledore, a man who has served Magical Britain faithfully for years.
It begs the question, why attack them so viciously if everything they’re saying is nothing but lies? Perhaps, it would be best if the people were given the opportunity to decide for themselves. Of course, in order to decide, one must have both sides of the story. An opportunity, up until now, that hasn’t been given to Harry Potter.
So, we at the Quibbler sat down with the one-time hero turned public punching bag to get the story in his own words.
The rest of the article was largely the interview he’d given to Luna, though with a few fantastic editions.
Professor Umbridge was the first educator directly assigned to Hogwarts by the Ministry in centuries. It was the claim of Minister Fudge that this was to improve standards at the school. While that would be an admirable pursuit if true, Madame Umbridge is teaching a subject in which she scored a ‘Troll’ in her own OWLs to say nothing of her overall NEWT scores. It seems to this writer that the Minister has no interest in qualified Aurors, or any profession for that matter, if that’s what he views as improving standards.
Further down, there was one point in particular that he was happy to see included.
It’s important to recognize that Harry Potter is fully aware that the story he’s told, and the claims within, are outrageous. Which is why, he has said he would quite happily submit to questioning under Veriteserum as well as submitting any number of memories. Given they already put him on trial once, for underage magic, we must wonder why the Ministry hasn’t taken the opportunity to settle these claims definitively with all means available to them.
“It’s quite good, isn’t it?” Hermione asked from beside him just as he finished up, “I had no idea that Luna was such a talented writer.”
“It’s bloody brilliant!” He beamed and looked over to the Ravenclaw table. He could only see the back of Luna’s dirty blonde hair because she was facing the other way. And he wasn’t the only one looking at her.
Umbridge, the vile little toad, waddled over there. Considering how thoroughly she’d been raked through the coals, Harry wasn’t surprised by her obvious anger. The only thing he wasn’t expecting was that the anger would be directed toward someone other than him. I’d like to know how Luna managed to get quotes from actual Ministry employees, because that really was a stroke of genius.
The school watched as the Undersecretary physically pulled the lithe Luna from the bench. The façade of the tittering, sickly-sweet woman was gone and revealed the rotten core underneath, “Lying little bitch…” Smack!The entire room went still as that singular smack echoed. It was a fair bit kinder than the Blood Quills, but this time it was done in full view of every other person in the school, “I’ll have you expelled. I’ll have you jailed!” For her part, Luna looked entirely unbothered by it all. If anything, she just looked put out that she’d been pulled away from her pudding.
Too focused on her own anger, Umbridge was the only person that didn’t notice the shift in the air. The rest of the school looked at the head tables. Every teacher looked utterly furious, even Snape. And considering how badly he wants to hit me on a daily basis, that’s rather surprising. But none more so than the headmaster. It was easy to forget that their odd, congenial professor was one of the most skilled, dangerous wizards in the world.
Umbridge raised her hand for another strike as she tried dragging Luna toward the door, “And your mad father will be in the cell right beside you for printing such slanderous…” That got a rise out of the Ravenclaw.
The girl suffered more than her fair share of derision, and she took it all in stride. But she wouldn’t for a second let someone insult people that she cared about. Effortlessly, she pulled free, her voice was hard without a hint of airiness, “My father isn’t mad. He just isn’t suffering from a case of severe narrow-mindedness.”
If her face had been ugly before it twisted into some truly hideous. Everyone had turned back to watch, so they missed the wand coming to Dumbledore’s hand. Before Umbridge could hit her again, she was pulled away bodily and dragged back to the head table.
Dumbledore stared down at her stonily. There was no twinkle in his bright blue eyes, they were hard and cold. Umbridge shuddered fearfully, “I am the Undersecretary to the Minister of Magic, release…”
“You are a professor at this school, Delores,” He cut her off, voice radiating the power that defeated Grindelwald and contended with Voldemort, “And you just struck one of my students. You. Are. Done.” There was a cheer that went up through the students at that, even some of the Slytherins looked ecstatic at the news.
“Cornelius would nev…”
“The Minister… has overstepped enough where Hogwarts is concerned.” The woman cowered as Dumbledore walked down from the head table and stood in front of her, “With me, Madame Umbridge, we have quite the busy day ahead of us.” For just a second, it looked like she was going to do something truly idiotic and go for her wand but she thought better of it. With that he took the hated woman out of the hall.
Happy as he was to see her go, Harry wasn’t going to celebrate until she was actually gone. Wouldn’t put it past Fudge to wiggle her out of this. Besides he had something more important on his mind. The entire hall was abuzz, so no one really paid him any mind, for once, as he got up and headed over to Luna.
He would realize later that for the first time in his entire life, he initiated a hug. He lifted the younger Ravenclaw off the ground as he squeezed her. It clearly surprised her, “Oh… well this is nice.”
With a chuckle he put her back down on her feet, she was looking up at her big, silver eyes. They widened, which was quite impressive in its own right, as he leaned in to place a kiss on her still reddened cheek, “You’re amazing, Luna.” Though now they weren’t just red from smack but from her blush, too.
With a tilt of her head, she gave him a dreamy smile, “How sweet… I’m glad you think so. It was the least that I could do.”
“It was a lot more than that,” Harry insisted, “From now on, anytime I need to have something written about me, I’m coming to you.”
“Really?”
“Absolutely!”
“Oh,” She thought for a long moment, as she clearly considered something, “Would you be willing to sign a contract to that effect? I’m sure daddy would be ecstatic.” There was the funniest little hitch in her voice as she said it.
Thinking nothing of it, Harry shrugged his shoulders, “Sure.” He honestly couldn’t see any reason why he wouldn’t. He didn’t intend to give any interviews to the likes of The Daily Prophet, after all.
That brought a big smile to her face, “I’ll write something up.”
“Brilliant!” The rest of the day was hectic to say the least. Parents arrived and demanded Umbridge’s removal. Apparently, her abysmal academic record, particularly in the area she was meant to be an expert, was enough to rouse them. You’d think it would’ve been bodily torture, but hey whatever it takes.
Then there was Madame Bones, who personally came to discuss his claims regarding Voldemort. She’d been getting blocked from doing it for months, thanks to Fudge, but he was in enough trouble that she could ignore him. No Veritiserum was administered, but memories were submitted and copied for review, and she promised to be in touch once it was done. He might have slipped one extra one in too, that helped to explain how Pettigrew was in the graveyard and made it clear that Sirius was innocent.
By the time it was all said and done, Umbridge was removed, Fudge was facing an inquiry, and Harry felt more at ease than he had in months. And all thanks to Luna Lovegood. So, when she came to him that night, holding the previously discussed contract in hand, he signed it without a second thought. Between his joy and fatigue from a long day, he didn’t even bother reading it before putting his name on the parchment. It wasn’t the wisest thing, but he trusted Luna. And for once, things were working out for him.
A month later, Harry was sitting in one of Hogwarts’s many rooms. The only other person with him was Luna. She sat across from him with a piece of parchment on her lap and a quill in hand. It’d been a whirlwind of a month.
Despite Fudges efforts, Umbridge was removed from the school in disgrace. The entire country knew that she’d been tormenting students and she’d lost everything. She was staring down a sentence in Azkaban and she wasn’t the only one. Fudge’s outlook was far, far worse. Between his deliberate obstruction of justice, ignoring evidence both in the return of Voldemort and Sirius’s innocence, and his knowledge and participation in Umbridge’s crimes, his political career was pile of smoking ash on the floor.
It meant that Harry had spent almost as much time at the Ministry as he had at school. But now things had settled down, until he needed to give testimony in the trials anyway. To say the least, it was stressful, but it was far better than being lied about in the papers and taunted at every turn. And really, I only have the girl across from me to thank for it.
The Quibbler had become infinitely more popular in the last month, and it’s more outlandish articles had lessened in place of some proper news, but that didn’t mean they were gone “And finally, Harry do you have any comment on the claim that Stubby Boardman, lead singer of the Hobgoblins, was in fact, Sirius Black in disguise? Considering he’s your godfather and purportedly innocent, I think you might be the best person to ask?” She said it with her same usual, dreamy expression but there was the slightest upturn at the corner of her lips that made him think that she was teasing him.
Still, he did have something to add to that odd little theory, “Well, I can say that he hasn’t been the lead singer of the Hobgoblins for the last fifteen years. Trust me, you can’t fake that many years spent in Azkaban, but… he went to a Halloween party the week before…” he didn’t think he needed to specify, “and he might’ve pretended to be Stubby Boardman to pick up women.”
Obviously, she hadn’t been expecting him to have an actual answer. For a second she just stared at him owlishly before she smiled and started scribbling down his answer. She put down one last period and then rolled up the parchment. Figuring that was that, Harry stood as Luna turned around and placed the transcription of their conversation into her bag
“This was fun, Luna.” He told her. It was the truth, he enjoyed being around the slightly odd girl. If nothing else, she was refreshingly honest with an admirable capacity for listening, not just hearing.
Luna smiled, “It was.”
There was a pleasant silence, but Harry couldn’t shake the feeling that his friend was waiting for something. Completely oblivious to what she could be expecting, he asked, “How have you been Luna?”
“Good, the Nargles have been less active this year than usual and the horrible Wrackspurt infestation that’s been bothering everyone since the end of last year is finally easing up.” He could say quite confidently that was Luna’s way of saying that the prick’s that bullied her had backed off after the success of her article and that she was glad to see that people had finally gotten their head from between their arse’s when it came to what was really going on with the Dark Lord’s return.
“That’s brilliant, Luna,” Harry smiled, and gestured toward the door, “Shall we?”
The blonde stood, one eyebrow quirked in his direction, but she didn’t make for the door. Seemingly, out of nowhere, she bent over and reached beneath her skirt. He watched as a simple pair of cotton knickers fell down her slender legs and pooled at her feet.
“Uhh… Luna, what are you doing?” Harry could feel the blush on his cheek as he had a hard time not looking down to her knickers, they were silver and there was a small wet spot right where he knew they’d been pressed against her sex.
“Fulfilling the contract, just like you did,” she said it as though it were the most obvious thing in world.
“Sorry, you’ve lost me?”
“You gave The Quibbler exclusive rights to all future interviews, save for public press conferences,” he didn’t know that she’d added that addendum, but then, he didn’t know about the next one either, “It was only fair that you get something in return.” He would’ve assumed that he received monetary compensation in return, but then it probably would’ve been best if he didn’t make any assumptions where Luna was concerned. She’s clearly full of surprises.
That was made abundantly clear as the lithe young woman turned toward the desk behind her and took hold of her skirt. She flipped it up revealing her pale, pert behind. Still looking right at him, her hand went to one of her arsecheeks and she pulled on it. His cock throbbed as he watched the tight seal of her pale, pink pussy open. There was a tuft of light blonde hair, a shad lighter than the hair on her head neatly trimmed that he could see just above her slit. A slit that was obviously and enticingly glistening with her own desire.
“And… what did you think I should get in return?” Harry found himself taking a step closer entranced by the sight of her. Pale and slender, he never thought of Luna as a sexual creature, but looking at her now, he realized that was stupid. The young woman was beautiful in a truly unique way.
There was no dreaminess in Luna’s eyes, there was only need, and vulnerability. A very real, very visceral worry that he would reject her. Her need won out though. Moaning, she dragged a finger through her drippy lips, “Me.”
“You?” He was close enough to touch her now, and he found it impossible not to reach out and do it. His hand skimmed up the side of her thigh and came to rest on the gentle curve of her bum. Just that simple touch had her shivering, her silver eyes begged for more.
“Yes,” Her voice no longer had that airiness, that quality of being both there and not. She was very much living in the moment, “However you want me. I’m all yours, just yours.” It was a surprising amount of devotion from a girl that he’d only really known for a few months. He considered her a friend, a very good friend in that time, but still.
“Why?” Given the situation, it probably wasn’t the time to ask such a loaded question. And considering his cock was demanding to be freed from the confines of his trousers, it definitely agreed.
“I liked that hug in the Great Hall, and the kiss even more,” It’d just been a kiss on the cheek but it clearly had a significant effect on her. Luna pushed her ass more demandingly into his hand, “I want to know what everything else feels like, too. And you’re the only boy I want to do it with.”
He gave her a roguish smile, “So you decided to give yourself to me, exclusively, in a contract.”
Luna blushed, and for the first time he could ever remember she mumbled out her response, “Sorry, what was that?”
“I… like the idea… of belonging to someone.” She admitted with a moan as his fingers just brushed against her pussy. She was so turned on that there was line of her juices slowly making their way down her inner thigh, “And you’re the only person I know that I trust not to hurt me.”
Bloody hell! It was touching and sexy and panic-inducing all at the same time. To have someone trust you that much was a rare thing. And he couldn’t help but feel the sense of responsibility that welled up in his chest, not only to give her what she wanted but to treat her the right way in the process.
Harry let his finger sink into the first knuckle, even that seemed to stretch her. She was small, and tight, and he wanted to know what it would feel like wrapped around his cock, “What do you want, Luna?”
Her eyes rolled toward the back of her head, and she clawed her hand against the desk, “I want… I want you to use me.”
“Are you sure?”
“Uh… hmmm.” Biting her bottom lips, she slowly slid her hips back into his finger. She didn’t get far before he pressed against her barrier. The sound of a metal buckle coming undone made her shudder and told her exactly what he decided. His trousers pooled on the ground a moment later and he stepped out of them.
Thwack. Luna wiggled her hips as he smacked his heavy cock down on her bum. The little blonde looked back at his swollen length and her eyes widened. There was desire and fear, and he could understand why. Tiny girl like her, I’m going to reshape her pussy.
He waited, not because he really wanted to, but because he need to give her one last opportunity to back out. Her lustful need won out over any fear. Pushing up on her toes, she turned away and rested her body flat against the desk as she reached back to pull open her pussy lips in invitation, “Please…”
There was no way that he could resist such a lewd request. Placing his crown at her taut lips, he stepped up behind her and took hold of her waist just above the subtle curve of her hips. It was so small that he could nearly wrap his hands all the way around it. She tried to push herself back into him but he held her in place. Low and husky, he told her, “You said you wanted to be used… so just stay put.”
Luna nodded her head frantically, but he could see that it took some effort to control herself, “Good girl.” The words alone were enough to make her drip onto his cock. He could feel it covering his cockhead. The moan that came from her throat as he finally started filling her with his rock-hard cock was impossibly sexy. He never would’ve thought that such a noise could come from the waifish blonde, but he was learning quite a few new things about the quirky girl. Things that are absolutely fucking fantastic.
For instance, he learned that she had the most marvelously clingy cunt. It struck him that he was skipping more than one step in sexual exploration, but he didn’t particularly care, because who could when they had something so perfect wrapped around their cock. And it also happened to be ridiculously slick with her juices. As he slid deeper into her petite tunnel, Luna threw her head back and gave a sinful moan. Even as he broke her maidenhood, she didn’t stop him. Instead, she kept herself spread and the only sign that it even affected her was the way her fingers dug more deeply into the soft skin of her bum.
There was only one thing on his mind, and it was burying himself balls deep in her pristine pussy. He couldn’t imagine anything more beautiful than having her taut, swollen lips obscenely stretched around the very base of his cock.
It wasn’t to be though, as he bottomed out with almost two inches left. When she felt it, Luna threw her head back, bending her back impossibly far. While she felt that exquisite pleasure, he couldn’t help but be a bit disappointed, “It looks like I don’t quite fit…”
Luna looked back at him, her silver eyes blissed out, and she said the most incredible thing he could imagine, “Make it…”
“What was that?”
“Make it… daddy.” His cock throbbed hard inside of her, and she looked incredibly pleased with herself, “I can’t be a good girl if I can’t take it all.”
He pulled back until her he could see the outline of his cockhead at the seal of her puffy lips. Clap. That first snap of his hips was thunderous in the room as his thighs smacked her and his balls swung up to hit against pussy. He didn’t manage to get all the way in, but he did sink ever-so-slightly deeper. Just gonna have to keep trying. He could honestly say it wasn’t a hardship.
“Yes… use me… stuff it in me…” Her lascivious words were more than enough to spur him on and he quickly started working himself into a rhythm. Little by little, he managed it, spurred on by every curse and squeak he pulled from the beautiful girl.
That didn’t mean it didn’t come without trouble. It was a lot to take for the waifish girl. And no matter how much she wanted it, she struggled. Even though the desk was there, she moved. Harry let go of her waist then, and smacked his hand down hard onto her pert behind, “Don’t run from me! You said you want it, so act like it! Stay right fucking there, understand me?”
“Yes, daddy!” Her tunnel squeezed down hard around him. Even if he wanted to, there was no way to continue as she shook through a massive orgasm. Her legs turned to jelly as they trembled. Luckily for him, she felt light as a feather in the moment. Holding her hips up in the air, she was like a fuckdoll just there for his use as he humped her into a sex-drunk mess. From the moans, she loved every second of it.
One brilliant thing about her orgasm, and the continued ones he pulled from her petite body, was it made it very easy to track the progress of his cock. There was a ring of white, frothy girlcum slowly making its way further and further down his shaft. When it reached the base, his earlier thought was proven right, “Fuck…” That is the most amazing thing I’ve ever fucking seen.
The feel of his cock completely surrounded by her sheath was ball-tingling. Where his hands were wrapped around her stomach, he could feel a bump where his cock was pressing deep inside of her. It took every ounce of effort not to cum on the spot. Harry held himself there for a moment and waited for her to look back at him, “Good girl, you took every inch.”
Luna looked incredibly proud, and gave him a dazed smile, “I knew I could!”
“And I know exactly how to reward you.” One hand stayed on her hips while the other went to her shoulder. He sped up, fucking into her with everything he could muster. Sweat dripped from his brow down onto her back to mingle with her own. The lines of her back were glistening from the fervency of their lovemaking. He filled her petite body over and over again, single mindedly chasing his release. It didn’t take long for him to reach his peak. There was only so much that one man could take. With one last grunt, he buried himself all the way to the back of her sheath.
“Yes! Thank you… Thank you, daddy!” As he filled her with rope after rope of cum, he gave little thrusts as she found the strength to wiggle her hips. It was… euphoric.
Harry found himself leaning over the tiny girl, covering her with his much bigger body. He kissed her shoulder blade as he came down from that high. While she asked him to use her, he didn’t want her to think that would be how he’d treat her all the time. From somewhere deep down, he found that what he wanted to do more than anything was take care of her. The soft smile he saw on her face told him he had done the right thing.
Dreamily, though for an entirely different reason than usual, she whispered, “Perfect.” Harry smiled and kissed her again. Thank Merlin, I decided to do that interview!
AN: I can't help it, I always worry about getting Luna, but it's a nice challenge and quite fun too. Hope everyone enjoyed!
You can expect a new chapter of 'Scourge of the Heathen' next for anyone wondering.
Comments
Romavictrix
Amazing. Needs p2
Erinnyes
God. Damn. I'm not sure I have the English words to explain how sexy that is, so instead... just know that I feel like I could lift my desk without using my hands.
Robert
As much as I wanted the Andromeda story to win, you did a damn good job with this one shot. Loved it from beginning to end. Cheers!
