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Thanking Harry (Ch. 9 - No Cure for Nargles)
🕑 Added 2025-02-13 00:52:18 +0000 UTCDisclaimer: All characters in this story are 18+
The afternoon sun streamed through the grand windows of Hogwarts, casting long, dancing shadows across the polished stone floors. Harry strolled leisurely down the hallway, his mind still buzzing with the memories of his earlier escapades. The castle was eerily quiet, with most students either in their common rooms or out on the grounds enjoying the remaining days of summer.
As he turned a corner, he stumbled upon a most unusual sight. There, in the middle of the hallway, was Luna Lovegood, dressed in nothing but a loose, oversized shirt that barely grazed the tops of her thighs. The shirt was haphazardly buttoned, revealing tantalising glimpses of her smooth, creamy skin beneath. Her long, dirty blonde hair cascaded down her back in loose waves, shimmering in the sunlight like a waterfall of gold.
Harry blinked, momentarily taken aback by the sight before him. "Luna?" Harry asked, his voice sounding strangled even to his own ears. "What are you doing?"
Luna looked up, her large, silvery eyes blinking owlishly behind her peculiar spectacles. "Oh, hello Harry," she said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world to be caught half-naked in the corridor. "I'm looking for my clothes. Someone hid them, you see."
As if to emphasise her point, she bent over slightly, looking around the hallway with a puzzled frown. As she did so, her shirt rode up even higher, offering Harry a fleeting glimpse of her bare, smooth pussy. He swallowed hard, feeling his cock stir in his trousers at the sight.
"Your clothes? Why would someone...?" He trailed off, swallowing thickly as Luna bent down even further to look under a nearby bench. The movement caused the shirt to ride up and over her ass, offering Harry a mouth-watering view of her luscious, round arse cheeks.
"Yes, someone has been playing a prank on me again, I think," Luna said, her voice muffled as she peered under the bench. "I've been searching for hours, but I can't seem to find them anywhere."
Harry forced his gaze away from her exposed flesh and cleared his throat. Hogwarts had come a long way since his defeat of Voldemort, but some things never changed, and it seemed that there were still students who found delight in petty pranks and bullying.
"Here, let me help you look," Harry offered, feeling the sudden need to protect her, to be her knight in shining armour.
Luna's face brightened as she rose from her crouched position. "Would you? I'd be ever so grateful, Harry."
Harry nodded in determination, steeling his resolve to find her clothes and put an end to whatever mischief was afoot.
Together, they began to search the hallway, poking their heads into every nook and cranny, looking for any sign of her missing clothes. It started innocently enough, but with each passing moment, Harry found himself growing more and more distracted. Every time Luna bent over to look under a bench or stretch up to reach the top of one of the hallway's many statues, the hem of her shirt would ride up, revealing the smooth curves of her backside. And every time she lifted her arms to brush her hair out of her face, the gaps between the buttons of her shirt would gape open, giving him tantalising glimpses of her small, but surprisingly full breasts.
As they reached the end of the hallway, Luna suddenly stopped, her face lighting up with delight. "Oh, I think I see something over there!"
She darted off towards a nearby alcove, leaving Harry to scramble after her. He reached her just as she bent down to peer under a marble bench, her shirt riding up even higher in the process. The sight was enough to make any red-blooded man lose his mind, and Harry was no exception.
Fuck, Harry thought, feeling his cock twitch in his trousers as he caught another sight of the creamy globes of Luna's arse. These cheeks would look so good wrapped around my—
"Ah, here we go!" Luna cried triumphantly, straightening up and holding up a pair of white, lacy panties, her shirt shifting to reveal a flash of her bare pussy before she quickly tugged the hem down. Harry's eyes widened, his cock throbbing like a wild beast trying to break free of its cage.
"Here," she said, dangling the panties in front of his face. "I don't have any pockets in this shirt, so would you mind holding on to these for me?"
Harry felt his throat go dry, watching the way her shirt fell open slightly as she moved her arm. He could see the soft curves of her tits, her nipples just barely hidden by the fabric of her shirt. "You, uh, you don't want to put those on now?" he asked, his voice cracking slightly as he tried to force his eyes away from her chest.
Luna blinked, her face scrunching up in confusion. "Oh, no, I'm fine like this, thank you, Harry."
Harry blinked, still trying to wrestle his thoughts back from the lust-filled haze that threatened to swallow him whole. God gives his toughest battles to his strongest soldiers, he thought, reminding himself of Vernon's favourite saying. It seemed that today, he was one of those soldiers, and his battle was the overwhelming urge to push Luna down on the nearby bench and ravage her in the most carnal of ways.
And his struggle was only made harder when Luna's shirt finally made a bid for freedom, slipping from its precarious perch on her shoulder and sliding down to reveal one of her perfect breasts. The nipple was a dusky rose, the areola dark and puckered, as if begging for Harry's lips to close around it and give it the attention it deserved.
Harry's mind was lost to him in that moment, the last vestiges of his resistance crumbling like a sandcastle under the tide. He felt a fire burning in his chest, his cock swelling and throbbing painfully as the beast within him roared its approval.
Luna, noticing his clouded gaze, tilted her head to the side, studying him with a curious intensity. "Harry, are you all right?" she asked, her voice soft and melodic, as if she knew that the beast within him was close to breaking free.
Harry swallowed hard, trying to find the words to speak. But they failed him, his mind consumed by the sight of Luna's perfect breast, his cock aching with need.
Instead, his fingers found purchase on the pair of panties she'd handed him, still clenched in his fist. They were soft and silky to the touch, the lace tickling his fingertips as he ran them through his fingers.
Luna's gaze followed Harry's hands as they ran over the panties, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "It seems you've been infested by Nargles, Harry," she said, her voice soft, as if she were speaking to a raging animal, trying to calm it down.
"Nargles?" Harry asked, his voice low and rough, like gravel in a dry throat. "What are those?"
Luna tilted her head to the side, studying him with those eerie, silvery eyes. "Nargles are a kind of pest that infests young men when they reach your age, Harry," she explained, her voice dreamy. "They're a nuisance, but they can be treated with the right kind of care."
Harry shifted uncomfortably. "Is there a cure for... Nargles?"
Luna smiled mysteriously. "Oh, yes. But it's not something I can just tell you. It's something you have to experience."
Before Harry could press her for more information, Luna let out a cry of triumph. "Found them!" She ran over to a nearby bench, running her hand along its underside, pulling out a pair of white socks. "Oh, these are mine too!"
"Well, that's... that's good," Harry said, his mind still focused on Luna's earlier words. Nargles. The word echoed in his mind, and he felt a sudden need to find a cure, to be rid of this infestation.
"There's more!" Luna cried, her voice rising in excitement. She bent down to peer under the bench, her shirt riding up to reveal her bare, smooth arse cheeks; waving back and forth in the air like a tantalising flag. Harry's cock throbbed at the sight of her glistening pussy, her lips slightly parted and inviting.
I can't let this little minx distract me with her naked flesh, Harry tried to tell himself, I'm here to help her, not...
But before he could finish the thought, Luna let out a little yelp. "Oh, bother," she grumbled, her voice muffled by the bench. "I seem to have gotten stuck."
"Stuck?" Harry asked, his brow furrowing in confusion. "How?"
Luna wiggled her arse from side to side, the smooth globes of her cheeks jiggling enticingly, the price between them glistening with her arousal. "It seems that the Nargles have made a nest under here, and they've ensnared me in their web!" Luna explained, her voice rising in pitch as she struggled to free herself.
Harry hesitated, unsure of what to do. Part of him wanted to help her, to be the gentleman and get her unstuck. But a bigger part of him wanted to take advantage of the situation, to pull down his trousers and plunge his cock into her dripping, wet pussy.
But he couldn't do that. Not here, not now. Not when Luna needed his help.
Harry dropped to his knees behind her, determined to save her from whatever it was that had her trapped. "Hold still, Luna!" he cried, his voice strangled. "I'll get you out!"
He knelt down behind her, trying his best to ignore the sight of her bare pussy, glistening and inviting in front of him. He reached out, grabbing hold of her hips, his fingers digging into her soft, supple flesh.
He tugged, pulling her hips back towards him as he tried to free her from her predicament. But instead of pulling her free, he found himself inadvertently pushing his hips forward, grinding his bulge into her inviting flesh.
Luna let out a soft moan, her body wriggling beneath his fingers as she tried to free herself. "Oh, Harry, you're so strong," she cried out, her voice trembling with excitement.
Harry's cock throbbed at her words, his mind lost to the lust-filled haze that threatened to swallow him whole. I have to stop this, he tried to tell himself, I can't do this to her, she's...
But before he could pull back, her hips twitched again, and she wiggled her arse back and forth against his bulging trousers, grinding her bare pussy against his hardness, eliciting a loud groan from deep within his chest.
"Luna, what are you—?" Harry began, his voice catching in his throat as she let out a soft moan, her hips undulating against him with a rhythm that sent his mind reeling.
"Oh, Harry," she sighed, her voice breathy and filled with desire. "The Nargles, they're... they're making me do things, Harry."
"What things?" Harry asked, trying to keep his mind focused despite the waves of pleasure coursing through him.
"Things like this," Luna moaned, pressing her hips back against him, her bare pussy grinding against his cloth-covered cock.
Harry's hands tightened on her hips, his eyes fixed on the sight of her bare pussy as it rubbed against him, leaving trails of glistening moisture on the fabric of his trousers. Oh, fuck, Harry thought, his mind consumed by the sight before him.
But even as he struggled to keep control of himself, he knew that he had to help her, had to save her from whatever it was that had ensnared her.
"Luna, I'm going to get you out of there," Harry said, his voice firm and commanding.
"Oh, Harry," Luna sighed, her voice breathless. "I don't know if I want you to save me from this! Give in to the Nargles, Harry. Let yourself go!"
Harry's cock throbbed at her words, his mind reeling as he tried to make sense of them.
Let myself go?
Giving up control of his body to a magical pest of all things seemed like a terrible idea to Harry, and the hero within him, the one that had fought Voldemort and saved the Wizarding World, told him that he could never let himself fall prey to such a thing.
With a growl of determination, Harry pulled his wand from his pocket and waved it in the air, the bench levitating upwards and out of the way, freeing Luna from her predicament.
Luna let out a sigh of disappointment as she was freed, her hips continuing to grind against his bulge, even as the bench was pulled away.
Harry groaned, his hands tightening on her hips as he fought the urge to give in to the Nargles and let himself go.
But instead, he forced himself to pull away, stepping back from Luna with a sigh of relief.
Luna looked over her shoulder, her face falling as she saw that he'd pulled away. "Oh, Harry, you didn't let go," she said, her voice filled with disappointment.
"I... I can't let myself fall prey to some magical pest, Luna," Harry said, trying to explain his reasoning. "I have to keep control."
Luna looked down at his crotch, where his cock was straining against the fabric of his trousers, the outline of his shaft clearly visible. "You're suffering. I should have known better than to try and cure you of the Nargles this way," she said, her voice filled with remorse.
"It's all right, Luna," Harry said, his voice warm and reassuring. "We'll find a cure for the Nargles, I promise."
Before Luna could say anything else, the bell for the final class of the day rang, echoing through the hallways like a summons from the gods.
"I have to go," Harry said, looking down at Luna with a sense of regret. "But we'll talk more later, okay?"
Luna nodded, her face falling as Harry turned to leave.
"Later, Harry," she said, her voice soft and dreamy.
And as Harry walked away, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt; like he had failed Luna in some way, without knowing exactly what it was that he'd failed to do.
Disclaimer: All characters in this story are 18+
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VeelaTrouble
It will all be coming together soon!
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