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Maternity Leave Chapter 3, Divination (Luna Lovegood)
🕑 Added 2025-11-11 05:15:53 +0000 UTCInstead of writing a chapter yesterday, I turned my initial oneshot plan for this story into a full, seventeen chapter plan. I'm going to give it its own collection and do it like roommates, where it's not a oneshot but it's not like a hundred chapters long.
Harry climbed the many steps of Hogwarts’s north tower. When he was a student, he had fond memories of this trip, since it was a chance for him and Ron to basically mess around for a period. All you had to do to please Sybil Trelawney was stir some tea leaves and predict your own gruesome death, then wait for her to clap.
He still loved making this trip, which was a habit of his to do once a month. The reason was completely different now, though. He wasn’t a student who had to worry about hard and easy classes. He was a professor instead, one who always made an effort to keep up with his friends.
Harry went through the trapdoor into the Divination Classroom. A lot had changed since the days of Harry being a student.
Sybill Trelawney had left her post soon after the war along with the bulk of the teachers—many of them scarred by the reign of the Carrow twins over the school under Voldemort.
When Trelawney was the teacher, the room looked like a gaudy tea shop that had been combined with a scam muggle fortune teller’s lair. There had been lots of tables, the room was themed around the color red, and it often smelled peculiarly. Harry wouldn’t say that the room was quite NORMAL now… It was just different.
Framed copies of the Quibbler were on the walls along with anatomical drawings of magical creatures that might (or probably didn’t) really exist. There was a Nargle, a Snorcack, and even a Blithering Humdinger. Harry shook his head with a fond look on his face.
The chairs and tables had all been done away with in favor of throw pillows and beanbags that allowed class to be taught and students to learn entirely from the floor. Sitting on one of these cushions was none other than Luna Lovegood; Professor Lovegood, as the students knew her.
“Hullo,” Harry said, waving.
Luna looked up from where she was shuffling cards. She had earrings on that looked like crescent versions of her namesake while a homemade necklace of butterbeer caps hung around her neck. Luna’s neck, and indeed her limbs as well, were all startlingly slender. She was a very slight woman, only a bit over five feet tall and probably close to a hundred pounds. Unlike Daphne and Penelope, Luna didn’t carry around two fleshy weights on her chest. Luna did, however, have a quite excellent ass for how skinny she was. Right now, that ass was dug into the pillow she was sitting on. Luna held out the cards she had been shuffling.
“Pick one,” she said.
Smiling, Harry approached and sat on a cushion facing her. Once a month, he and Luna always met up like this. Harry made it a point to go out of his way, no matter how busy he was, and stay in close contact with the people who had helped him most throughout his life. Of course he’d always see Ron and Hermione, but he made sure that the likes of Neville, Luna, Ginny, and even more distant members of Dumbledore’s army always saw him semi-regularly.
Extending his hand, Harry picked one of Luna’s cards.
This was another part of the way he checked on those who helped him. Harry wasn’t doing it just to look good. He wanted to make sure he knew them, so he always let them choose how they spent their time during the visit. For example, when he checked in on Ginny or Katie, it always devolved into a quidditch face off. With Luna, it was a little bit harder to predict. Usually she had him doing something divination related, a passion that she’d discovered after graduating Hogwarts, once the war wasn’t looming over her.
Turning the card over, Harry held it up for Luna to see. “It’s The Lovers.”
Luna’s personalized, magic Tarot deck had colorful illustrations that moved. For this particular card, a wizard and a witch dressed up in wedding robes kissed each other passionately. Harry’s eyebrows rose as he watched their kiss heat up, and the Wizard grab his lovers rear like they didn’t have an audience.
“Well… They’re certainly into it,” Harry said.
“Yes. They’re quite excitable, aren’t they?” Luna said. Harry noticed, mostly without trying, that her loose light blue robes looked an awful lot like the witch on the card. “Here, Harry, take another one.”
Luna extended the deck a second time. Harry drew again, this time picking from close to the top of the pile, whereas he’d pulled The Lovers from the lower portion.
When he turned it over, an illustration of Peeves, Hogwarts’s resident poltergeist, flew in an excited circle.
“That’s The Fool,” Luna said.
“Uh oh. That doesn't sound good for me,” Harry chuckled.
“The fool isn’t an inherently bad card,” Luna said. “It just represents leaps of faith. It symbolizes the arrival of change, and recommends throwing yourself into new things without thinking too deeply. Why don’t you take one more?”
Still not certain where this was going, but more than willing to humor Luna, Harry pulled another card. This one, he picked off of the very top of the stack.
When he looked down, he had a two dimensional Luna staring back at them… as naked as a Playboy model and not leaving anything to the imagination.
The illustration of Luna was sitting on the same cushion as the real one, minus her robes, with her legs spread, using two fingers to spread the lips of her pussy, which was completely anatomically rendered.
“...I don’t recognize this one,” Harry said, looking up.
By the time he lifted his eyes off the card, the same view was facing him, this one in third person. Luna had let her robe slide off—nude underneath it—and spread her pussy for Harry’s viewing pleasure.
“The meaning of that card is quite simple,” Luna said, speaking in a tone like she was talking to a student.
“What would that be?” Harry smiled.
“It means that Harry Potter should put his dick inside Luna Lovegood and fuck her until she’s pregnant,” Luna said.
Harry moved from his cushion across to Luna’s. When he came within range, she kissed him excitedly. Their heads pushed back and forth as they made out. Harry grabbed her hips; Luna scratched his back. She tossed her tarot cards over her shoulder. It wasn’t what Harry initially planned, but this kind of activity was another good way to keep up with his old friends… Many of whom were friends with benefits. It was hardly the first time that he and Luna had gotten busy. Although given her precise wording, tonight she was ready to go further than they ever had before.
Harry’s dick wasn’t inside of her yet but he started thrusting. The underside of his sausage rubbed along Luna’s slit. The inside was so wet that Harry suspected she’d been masturbating while she waited for him. It worked out well, since with Luna’s petite body and absolutely tight pussy, fitting his dick inside was a major stretch.
When they were forced to take a second to breath, Harry still grinding on Luna and pushing her bum deeper into the cushion it was pressed on, Luna looked down. She observed both her flat chest and the big purple tip of Harry’s dick.
“I don’t offer quite as much as Daphne or Penny, do I,” Luna said.
Harry blinked. “You—”
“Know about that?” Luna giggled. “Harry, you ought to pay more attention to the Nargles; they’ve been trying to warn you all week. Yes, I know what you’ve been getting up to… I’m not the only one, either. You’re going to be a very busy man.”
“Luna, what do you mean exactly?” Harry asked.
He was too late, however, as Luna had decided their break went on for long enough. She grabbed his dick and inserted it into her pussy by tugging with both hands. When his tip was lined up with her slit, Harry’s next thrust pushed him all the way inside. As expected, the crushing feeling was tremendous. It was just as hard on Luna, although for her it was a stretching sensation.
“You’re as big as a bull Snorcack!” Luna said. “I’m never completely used to you…”
She looked at Harry with a sharp look in her eyes. She wasn’t cross with him. Instead, her bright Ravenclaw mind was shining through her usual ditzy demeanor; this was important to her. HE was important to her. With every thrust, Luna held him tighter. The two of them eventually tumbled off the cushion, Harry pinning Luna underneath him. His thrust became downward, rather than forward, getting him even deeper.
“Pound my pudding pouch!” Luna exclaimed. “Smear me with your pixie glitter!”
Luna’s dirty talk, like the rest of her personality, was difficult to understand at even the best of times. Harry had always privately wanted to have a threesome with her and Hermione, just to watch the bushy haired witch get distracted and frustrated by trying to understand what Luna was saying.
Harry wasn’t plagued by such distracting thoughts. Frankly, Harry didn’t care if Luna spoke in Latin or in tongues; when her pussy was THIS tight, the only thing on his mind was breaking it in like a fresh new shoe.
His dick was well suited to molding pussies. Its size and sheer stiffness could reshape women’s folds through nothing but persistent pounding. Luna’s thighs shook as she had her first orgasm of the night… discount the ones at the hands of her fingers before Harry arrived.
Seconds later, she’d grabbed the back of his head and pulled him down for a second kiss.
Their tongues played inside of Luna’s mouth, Harry pushing her skull against the floor. The moment that her hands loosened on the back of his head, Harry pried them off, pinning her wrists to the floor. Not that he stopped kissing her. Harry gave Luna such a fierce French kiss that it would’ve made Fleur clap and celebrate her culture.
As the minutes stretched with the two young teachers locked in a primal mating position, Luna’s legs uncoiled from behind Harry’s waist. They stuck up to the ceiling, extending so straight that Harry was certain her hamstrings must’ve been BURNING. Luna hardly cared, distracted by the fiery feeling from her pussy.
“I’m cumming like a Moon Frog in March!” Luna moaned.
The translation of that roughly boiled down to: ‘I’m cumming a lot!’ Because second after she spoke, Harry felt a high magnitude quake go off between her legs. Luna would’ve squirted like a fountain had his dick not been in the way. It was so intense that all ten of her toes balled up and her fingers formed fists where Harry had her hands pinned.
“I’m going to cum, Luna,” Harry said in a low voice.
Luna smiled at him. The two had been at it for long enough to see them begin sweating, especially Luna on account of her weak stamina. That left a few wispy strands of her pale hair stuck to her forehead, and made her skin shine in the light. She looked remarkably like a nymph or a siren, or some ethereal beauty capable of luring men into the woods never to be seen again. That impression didn’t match at all with the position she was in, quite unceremoniously pinned to the floor for Harry’s free use.
“If you’re going to cum, make it a big one,” Luna instructed Harry. “And whatever you do, don’t forget what the cards told you!”
“Lovers, The Fool, and… you,” Harry said. “Why, Luna Lovegood, it feels like you’re telling me to knock you up.”
“It’s the advisable course of action,” Luna said. “I would know. I’m the professional at these things.”
She might’ve been the divination professional, but Harry was fast becoming a professional at cumming inside. Two down, and now Luna was intent on becoming the third. He could say, without any reservations, that it was one of the best feelings in the world.
So he let his balls’ fruit dump into Luna’s womb.
“Oooooooooooooooooooooh,” Luna moaned, her eyes crossing from the feeling. Her pussy mustered a final, smaller orgasm to bring their first round of lovemaking to a close.
There would be many more rounds throughout the night, just like there had been with Daphne. But for the moment Harry caught his breath, pushing himself up and granting Luna a moment of rest. She looked like if he pushed her any harder right now, she would break, perhaps permanently, and Harry thought Luna was the perfect amount of eccentric already without adding anything more.
While he gave her a reprieve, his new elevated position helped his eyes land on something he’d not seen before. Scattered on the floor was the deck of cards Luna had Harry draw from. There were over seventy cards, just like a real deck would have… only instead of a variety of images, there were only three, repeated over and over. Many of the naked Luna’s on the cards had started to masturbate to the moans of the real one, their faces flushed and their fingers messy.
Harry looked down at Luna. “That’s a peculiar deck that you own, Professor Lovegood.”
“What can I say, Harry?” Luna rubbed her crotch in the region of her pussy, feeling the cum that was spilling out on her finger tips. She giggled, looking him in the eyes. “When I make a prediction, it comes true… Even if I have to be the one to make it happen.”
