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Emotions were running high the following afternoon; Slytherin had pulled off an enormous defeat over Gryffindor, the largest Hogwarts had seen in any Quidditch match in decades. Of course, the Slytherin team hadn't exactly played fair. Fouls had abounded, but the Slytherin Keeper held his own against the onslaught of the new Gryffindor Chasers.

Draco himself had waited until Slytherin was up by almost 160 points before ripping off after the Snitch. He had kept in his sights on the flitting golden orb since almost the beginning of the match, circling the pitch on his broomstick to throw Potter off its trail.

And the entire time he had been making Potter's life hell, he had been sitting rather comfortably on his broom; Luna's thong, although tight against his skin, was doing its job perfectly. Draco, at first, felt that everyone knew his secret and once or twice he had passed Luna, cheering from the tall Ravenclaw tower. Each time, he kept his eyes well away from the spectators and instead forced his face into a mask of concentration to avoid her innocent gaze.

Draco had slipped the feminine underwear on in his dorm, lest a fellow player saw him change into it in the pre-game talk. It had taken a considerable amount of wiggling and grunting to make his girth fit comfortably into the delicate piece of silk; even now, he was still having to subtly reach down and readjust himself.

But now, in the throes of one of the largest parties ever thrown in the Great Hall, the lacy undergarment and, indeed, the younger Ravenclaw who had given it to him, began to slip his mind. Long after McGonagall had sent all the students to their dorms for the night, the raucous party continued in the Slytherin common room. Firewhiskey flowed freely, and Draco had finished multiple bottles before stumbling back to his private dorm, very late into the joyous night.

He hadn't bothered to remove Luna's panties; in fact, he had dropped onto his bed in full Quidditch attire, to tired and drunk to care much for the muddy mess he was making of his sheets. He fell asleep almost instantly, his face pressed uncomfortably into the mattress. As his reeling mind slipped into unconsciousness, Draco found his thoughts governed by the petite Ravenclaw, the ghost of her essence still lingering in his fevered mind.

Late the next morning, Draco awoke to the searing afternoon sunlight hitting his sensitive eyes. He lay there for a few moments, taking stock of his current condition. Sometime in the night he had managed to roll over, and his head now lolled haphazardly over the edge of the bed. Sitting up with a grimace, Draco felt the stiffness in his neck pull painfully along the muscles of his back. His muddy boots were lying in puddles on the floor, and his emerald green Quidditch robes were plastered to his sweaty body.

Peeling off the filthy layers of clothing, Draco realized that today was the first day of Christmas break. He had not gone home this year for the simple reason of avoidance; he didn't want to be in his manor, didn't want to be subject to his mother's smothering, and, possibly worst of all, did not want to endure Pansy's irritations.

Having stripped entirely down, Draco made his way to his bathroom for a cool shower. His hangover was, surprisingly, mild and only the slightest headache lingered behind his eyes. Entering the cool stream of the shower stall, Draco scrubbed his messy blonde hair out of his eyes. His mind again began to wander to thoughts of Luna, and he shook his head angrily. Why was he still thinking about her? She obviously hadn't cared that he had had his way with her, and she didn't seem fazed today. Irked at her indifference, Draco began to formulate a plan for returning the undergarment.

He supposed he could wait until the students returned to Hogwarts after the break, and lob them over the heads of their fellow students to Luna, who would no doubt be embarrassed. His devious mind began to work in earnest; he could even boast about how bad Luna was in bed, gain even more reverence among the male population.

But this thought made him uncomfortable; as demanding and rough as he had been, Luna had not been bad, not at all. In fact, he reckoned that she was the best fuck he had had in quite a while, even if she hadn't taken part. Angry with himself now, Draco shut the shower off with a slam of his fist and exited, dripping water all over his pristine bathroom in the hunt for a towel. He had no regard for the messes he made; the house elves kept his dorm in perfect cleanliness, and so he had become accustomed to leaving messes wherever he went.

This fact became relevant within five minutes of him leaving his dorm, fully dressed and heading to Great Hall for lunch. His impartialness for creating messes now carried over to people; entering the almost empty Great Hall, Draco spotted Luna making her way towards the far end of the Ravenclaw table, a fair distance ahead of him.

Luna, her hair pulled up into a messy ponytail, was hobbling slightly to join a younger Ravenclaw who was currently absorbed in her lunch. Draco felt his ego swell enormously as he noted that she was, in fact, limping slightly. Grinning evilly to himself, Draco settled into a seat at the Slytherin table, across the Hall from Luna. He was the only Slytherin present in the Hall; there were a few Slytherins who had stayed, and their number was dangerously close to the single digits. Ravenclaw too, he noticed, was down severely in their number.

Draco had been absently picking at his omelette, not particularly hungry at the moment. He heard the skidding sound of a chair being pushed back as someone stood up, and he swivelled his head around. His suspicions were right, and he watched as Luna stood and fixed her frock. Draco stood as well, not even bothering to keep his stare off of Luna. He began to make his way out of the Hall, in the direction he knew Luna would be taking shortly.

He could hear her speaking with the younger Ravenclaw, and he waited rather impatiently for her just out of sight in the corridor. He was intending on giving her her underwear back, but it was more of a selfish reason at the moment; his mind had continually been wandering back to Luna's svelte body all morning. Figuring he could get something else out of this impromptu deal, Draco cleared his throat as Luna passed by him.

"Oh, hello, Draco." Luna greeted him, her voice musical as she slowed slightly. Pushing himself off the doorframe, Draco joined Luna as she strolled, in no apparent hurry, towards the library. Draco sneered slightly, but he held his tongue against the scathing comment he had been about to push upon her. Since when did she figure they were on a first name basis? He wanted to be insulted at this, but it made his scalp tingle to hear her say it so normally, like they were something close to friends.

Nodding, Draco cleared his throat again. He was finding it increasingly difficult to hold his tongue against all the remarks that were begging to escape; Luna's outfit today was of a deep pink, the ruffles at the bottom of her frock brushing against her creamy thighs. As eccentric as she always was, Draco noted that in place of earrings, Luna had bent paperclips, probably magically, into swan shapes. He was slightly impressed, but she would never know that.

"Do you want your thong back now?" Draco asked gruffly, pushing his hands into his pockets. His fingers brushed his wand, and he gripped it lightly, more so to reassure himself than anything. Luna looked thoughtful for a moment, shrugging her shoulders. "I guess, if you have it?" She asked, 3and Draco came very close to laughing at her. Why would he be carrying it around with him? He began to slightly rethink this plan, but Luna seemed again willing, so he might as well continue with it.

Shaking his head, Draco's voice was slightly colder than he had meant it to be. "It's in my dorm, Lovegood. Come and get it, I'll grab it for you." Calling her by her surname seemed the wiser thing to do; maybe she would get it through her head that she should be addressing him as such as well.

Luna gave her head a slight nod, her face holding her signature faint smile as she examined the passing portraits as Draco turned them down the corridor that would lead them to his dorm in the dungeons. "Lovegood," Draco said suddenly, his curiosity gaining the better of him. Luna turned slightly to look at him, her silvery eyes innocent as she waited patiently for him to speak. "Er," Draco hesitated, peeling his gaze from hers to watch the corridor before them. How is it she could make him feel inferior with just a look?

"Don't you feel awkward at all? I mean," Draco said, frowning as he struggled to word his question right. "Why did you just let me do that to you? Do you let anyone just use you like that?" He asked, noting how blunt he was and revelling in it silently. Luna looked thoughtful for a moment, bringing a finger to her lips in thought. Draco almost snorted; like it was that hard a question.

"I don't, despite what you may think." Luna started, unfazed by the intensely personal question. Draco frowned slightly as she continued. "I just thought that if that's what you truly wanted, then why should I stop you?" Luna reinstated her philosophy from the time before, and Draco wondered briefly how she could be so mentally unaffected.

Physically, however, Draco was beginning to realize just how rough he had been. With each step Luna took, her gait leaned slightly into a flicker of a limp. "And you don't care that now your ability to walk is affected?" Draco snorted, rounding a corner, heading deeper into the dungeons. Luna merely shrugged again as Draco stopped before the familiar oak door.

"This is an unfortunate after effect, I must admit. One I hadn't been counting on." Luna stated, stopping before the door and clasping her hands behind her back. "I'll wait here while you get them." She added, a whimsical expression settling over her face. Draco, opening the door with a tap of his wand, frowned at this suggestion. As unlikely as it were, he didn't want someone to walk by and see Luna Lovegood waiting at his door.

"You'd be better off coming in, it might take me a while to find." Draco lied, hastily entering his dorm and ushering Luna inside. Closing the door behind them, Draco was pleased to see that the house elves had, in fact, cleaned up the muddy mess he had left behind. His once filthy Quidditch robes were clean, folded neatly on his bed. As Luna took a few steps into his room, Draco's eyes alighted on the folded thong, neatly placed atop his robes. Grateful that it was the house elves who did his laundry, Draco proceeded to his bed after Luna.

Luna had noticed her panties right away. Picking them up, she turned to Draco. "I trust they fit all right, then? I suppose you could have used an engorgement charm to make them fit if they didn't," She mused, her fingers shamelessly stretching the fabric. Draco felt his cheeks grow warm, and he was furious with himself for doing so. His body was betraying him again, in more ways than one. He felt the familiar stirrings in his loins, watching Luna handle the flimsy material. Shoving these thoughts hastily from his mind, Draco shook his head slightly.

"How come you were so impersonal?" Draco blurted, ignoring her statement and asking the true question that had been bothering him most of the day. Luna's expression softened slightly, but she continued to look slightly impassive. Shrugging, Luna ran the silky fabric between her fingers as she pondered her answer. Draco stood a few feet in front of her, uncertain of how she would react.

Unfazed, apparently, was Luna's reaction. "Because the whole thing was impersonal." She started, her eyes flickering up to Draco's face. Her eyes were almost the same colour as Draco's, and while Draco's eyes were hard, steely, Luna's held nothing but confidence and unnerving bliss. Draco felt slightly envious, but was interrupted in his thoughts as Luna continued.

"We had sex, yes, but that's all we did. It was very impersonal. We didn't make love, it was just... sex." Luna shrugged, as if this were an answer acceptable in normal conversation. She didn't seem bothered by this discussion, but Draco watched the slightest hint of sadness flit across Luna's gaze, staring directly into his own.

Now slightly uncomfortable, Draco removed his hands from his jeans for lack of something better to do. Licking his lips, Draco's mouth felt very dry. "So, you're saying..." Draco started, feeling very uncharacteristic of his normally confident self right now. "That – that if I had have... shown some affection, you would have reacted differently?" Draco asked, and was rewarded with a slight nod.

"If I had have felt like you cared, I would have been much more responsive. But seeing as it was only my body you wanted use of, I felt no need to become emotionally attached at that moment." Luna reasoned, glancing down at the cause of this entire thing. Her eyes lingered on her thong, her fingertips stretching and tracing the waistband absently.

Draco drew in a long breath, feeling slightly remorseful. He would have enjoyed it much more if Luna had have been responsive, but now, knowing the truth, he felt sorry. He hated feeling this way; he knew if he just let her leave now, never spoke of it again, it would bother him endlessly. Not wanting to feel indebted to Luna Lovegood for Merlin knew how long, Draco decided that if he were intending on getting something out of Luna again, he might as well make sure he actually got something enjoyable out of it.

Luna began to sway slightly on the spot, and Draco noted the slight wince that passed over her face as the movement evidently caused her some pain. This made his mind up; he would simultaneously apologize for being so rough and remove his debt completely. He took a hesitant step forwards, reaching out and taking the panties out of her grip.

"Lovegood, I don't want to be indebted to you forever." Draco said, feeling indescribably rude as he said this. Luna looked up, her eyebrows rising slightly. "So, if I'm... careful, this time, do you think I can return your favour?" Draco asked, holding up Luna's panties on one finger and feeling incredibly stupid, asking like he was.

Luna shrugged again. "I'm not following your thought process here, I don't think, but if you want sex again, I would have to ask you to please be careful." She said, unaffected. Her fingers traced the ruffles on her frock slightly, and Draco's eyes followed this action as he struggled with how to go about this without damaging his reputation or looking like an idiot.

Luna stood still now, waiting patiently for Draco's reply. How could she take this so lightly? "So you just agree to have sex again, no questions asked?" Draco raised an eyebrow, his mind temporarily blindsided by her unhesitant agreement.

Luna again shrugged. "If you want to somehow repay me by feeding your own desires, I can't really say no, can I? I mean," Luna said, gesturing briefly around her. "There's no way I can really stop it from happening. I know you will, I'm just asking you not to be so rough. I'm rather sore," Luna finished, her nod emphasizing her declaration.

Draco felt immensely guilty now; he could just let her go, but his selfish side was governing every thought that was running through his confused mind. Of course, he knew she was right; he was too arrogant to allow her to simply leave without taking advantage of this opportunity.

Fidgeting slightly with the thong in his hands, Draco glanced up at Luna. She looked so innocent standing there, staring at him expectantly. He had never had a girl that just accepted his wants; he was used to having his ego stroked. Luna was so unassuming, so open. And she was so completely unashamed, too; Draco was compelled to her, somehow, to how she was so carefree and giving.

"When you say it like that, it makes me sound like a mad man." Draco sulked, dropping Luna's panties onto the floor and pushing his neatly folded robes off the bed to join them. He took a hesitant step towards Luna, debating inwardly if he should kiss her. That would mean that he cared about her, something he knew he didn't and also something he didn't want to show to her. But wouldn't that then mean that he cared, and she would be more receptive?

Luna blinked impassively, watching Draco with the same calculating gaze. She herself was rather unsure of this situation; she hadn't wanted to cause him trouble last time, but if he was anywhere near as rough as he had been, she was going to have to stop him. She was immensely sore afterwards, and while she had let it happen, she found herself wondering why she had simply allowed Draco to use her.

To her surprise, Draco closed the distance between them in a single fluid motion, and her eyes watched, slightly amazed, as he leaned in to give her a brief, unaffectionate kiss. He pulled away instantly, his eyes staring at her shoulder so as to avoid her gaze. He hadn't entirely wanted to do it, for multiple reasons, but his body compelled him to do so.

"Is that good enough?" Draco asked her quietly, feeling very much an idiot at the moment. If word ever got out he was doing this with Luna Lovegood, his excuse that he was just using her had just flown out the window. He couldn't cover up a kiss, no matter how brief.

Luna frowned slightly. "That wasn't very convincing. Can I show you what I meant? I mean," Luna added, one pale eyebrow dipping into a questioning stare. "How you could at least act like you cared?" Luna suggested, and she watched Draco's pale face take on a very faint pink tinge. He didn't want to be bossed around by Luna Lovegood, but if it meant he would at least get some enjoyment out of this, then his selfishness was willing to sacrifice some of his arrogance.

Nodding slightly, Draco gave Luna the okay. He wondered briefly how awkward this would be; because, come on, how much experience could this odd girl have, after all?

But he was surprised when, not moments after he nodded, Luna took the first step towards Draco that closed any distance whatsoever between them. Her body pressed slightly against his, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. He was slightly taken aback, but Luna ignored this and began her explanation.

"You have to be close to the person you want to show affection to. Face to face," Luna added, almost aggressively, hinting at their previous encounter. Draco's mouth was going dry, and every instinct he had that he employed when bedding girls seemed to leave him. He wasn't caring when he fucked girls, as a rule. He didn't want messy relationship, merely the benefits of becoming close to females.

Nodding dumbly, Draco felt his arrogance leaving him completely as Luna's face hovered a few inches below his own. His eyes watched her now, mesmerized by how she was so calm and collected when he, the supposed sex god of Slytherin, stood immobilized.

Luna's eyes flickered to Draco's lips, and he felt his stomach twinge slightly as Luna spoke again, her voice sounding almost far away.

"And when you kiss someone, you have to mean it. Not just a little peck." Luna corrected him again, and Draco swallowed as Luna leaned in, her feet pulling up onto their tip toes to reach his lips. Draco was unable to close his eyes as Luna's unassuming face loomed dangerously close to his own.

Luna's lips were incredibly soft against his own. He suddenly became acutely aware of their contact; her lips on his, the fingers of her right hand, wrapped around his neck, stroking the back of his head; her stomach, pressed into his pelvis for support as she strained to stay connected to him. His hands came to rest on her hips, and he felt her twitch slightly. Breaking away, Luna dropped back onto her feet. Her arms slipped from his neck and instead slid down his arms to grasp his hands.

"You can't be a statue, either. Sex takes two people, not just one person taking." Luna reminded him, and again Draco felt a twinge of guilt. This was replaced after a moment's thought by slight anger; he didn't want to be chided by Luna.

Luna's hands felt very warm, whereas Draco's were cool with sweat from being shoved in his pockets. Luna pulled slightly on his hands, directing him to sit down on the side of his bed. Draco sat obediently, wondering where his usual demeanour had gone.

"You have to make the other person feel special, and not just use at your own discretion." Here Luna lifted Draco's hands to just above her waist, placing them flat against the soft fabric of her frock. Draco watched silently, his breathing shallow as he took in Luna's words. She wasn't angry, but what she was saying made him feel incredibly ashamed of himself. She was upset over his treatment, he could tell, but she wasn't showing it. Instead, she was trying to help him. The extent of her kindness was lost on Draco, as he couldn't figure out how she was still being so nice to him after he was so intentionally rough.

"Normally, placing your hands on my hips would increase the sexual tension. But seeing as it would hurt me to do so," Luna stated placidly, "I'm putting them here for now." Draco nodded dumbly, following Luna's directions now without hesitation.

"Now," Luna said, and Draco noted that her voice wasn't as instructive as it had been before. "Please try not to rip my clothes again. I'm rather fond of this frock." Luna said, her face not holding a hint of annoyance or anger. Nodding but not moving, Draco sat on his bed, his hands gingerly being held to Luna's sides. The material of her frock was thin, and Draco could feel the band of her bra moving beneath his fingertips with each breath she took.

"Well?" Luna murmured, removing her hands from Draco's and sliding them slowly up Draco's arms. Here she rested them, waiting patiently for Draco to begin. Draco, now feeling like a little boy being told off, glanced up at Luna. So that was it? Just take her clothes off?

Luna sighed slightly, and Draco took action, more to avoid Luna's so-far-hidden anger than for his own benefit. He slid his hands down her sides, revelling in the hidden curves she possessed. Again he felt her twitch as his hands passed over her hips, and a sneaking suspicion entered his thoughts.

Reaching the ruffles of her frock, Draco felt the material between his fingers for a few moments. He could feel Luna's eyes on his face, and so he began to lift the smooth material up Luna's body. He moved slowly, watching Luna's creamy skin being revealed, inch by tantalizing inch. Her panties were a pale blue colour, and Draco almost hesitated as the frock bunched up in his hands. As Draco lifted the frock, he turned his eyes to Luna's face and saw the ghost of a smile resting on her lips. She lifted her arms slowly, and Draco felt the stirrings of his manhood in his trousers as he lifted Luna's dress over her head.

As Draco discarded Luna's single piece of clothing onto the floor, his eyes raked down Luna's body. She looked better now than she did the day before, he thought, until his eyes alighted on her hips. Her pale skin was purple around her hip bones, and he could see the small indents where his fingernails had cut her perfect skin. Frowning, Draco glanced apologetically up at Luna's face. He felt suddenly terrible for causing the blossoming purple bruises now decorating her hips; how the hell was he supposed to make up for doing this to her?

The same small smile remained on Luna's face, and Draco felt like a terrible person. Luna was so kind, and his heart suddenly ached for her. He realized, with a great thumping in his chest, that she never so much as uttered a comment in defence of herself; she always took his taunting, never once retaliated.

Draco leaned forwards suddenly, placing his lips on Luna's right hip. He felt Luna's grip tighten ever so slightly on his arms, and he crossed her tight stomach to kiss her other hip. "You're starting out the right way," He heard Luna mutter, and her thumbs began to rub the fabric of his sleeves gently.

Draco couldn't bring the apology to his lips; it caught in his throat, and he couldn't force it out. Leaning back, Draco allowed his eyes to roam back up Luna's torso; her bra matched her panties today, and the soft pastel blue complimented her pale skin wonderfully.

"Are you going to stay fully clothed?" Luna asked, veering the moment away from Draco's obvious regret over the state of her hips. Startled, Draco shook his head, words failing to bubble up to his mouth. Leaning down, Luna's face was suddenly inches away from his own once more. Here she lingered, her eyes watching Draco's as he felt her hands leave his arms and travel to the bottom of his shirt. Tugging slightly, Luna began to pull it up Draco's body.

Shrugging to help her, Draco reached up and pulled the offending garment over his head. Nodding in satisfaction, Luna reached for his belt. Draco was slightly taken aback at this action, and as he felt Luna's fingers brush against the front of his pants he felt his cock jump. He knew Luna had felt it, and his face grew just a little warmer. Luna, however, tactfully ignored Draco's growing arousal and opened his belt.

"You'll have to stand up." Luna instructed him, and Draco stood without a word, long past feeling inferior. He pushed his pants down hastily, leaving his boxers on. His trousers were kicked carelessly onto the growing clothing pile on the floor, and he slumped back onto the bed again.

Nodding her approval, Luna advanced slightly on Draco's sitting form. "I'm not going to be instantly aroused," Luna prompted, and for a second, Draco was confused. His eyes were level now with her stomach, and he took the hint.

Leaning forwards, Draco felt his lust begin to guide his actions. He placed a short kiss just above Luna's navel, his hands wrapping around her backside with ease. His fingers caressed her firm behind, and he felt Luna's hands come to rest on his shoulders. He began to place small kisses around Luna's belly button, and when he felt her hands squeeze his shoulders slightly he took it as a sign to become more forward.

His fingers travelled up towards her shoulder blades, and she arched her back very slightly as his finger tips tickled the sensitive skin. Noting this reaction, Draco unclasped Luna's bra carefully and leaned back, pulling it from her body. Her breasts came free easily, and Draco stared unabashedly for a few moments. Luna had a nice full chest, her nipples already hardened in the cooler air, now freed from their confines. Draco let out a slow breath, glancing up at Luna's face for guidance. He felt weak now, so taken by her subtle beauty that the only thing stopping him from just rushing through things was his desire to give Luna what she deserved.

Nodding slightly, Luna leaned slightly into Draco's body, her bruised hips resting against Draco's bare chest. Again Draco was surprised at how warm her skin felt; his hands, now resting on Luna's backside, kneaded softly as he placed an open mouth kiss between Luna's breasts.

He felt rather than heard Luna sigh, and his lips travelled hungrily across her chest. His right hand came up to cup the side of her breast, his mouth pressing into the soft flesh as he kissed his way to her tightened areola. Luna's hands again wrapped themselves around his neck, and he felt her cautious fingers comb through his hair as he took her nipple carefully into her mouth.

Luna made a soft noise in the back of her throat, and Draco wondered if she was always so quiet when indulging in such carnal desires. His tongue flicked gently against her hard nipple, and Luna clenched her hand in his messy blonde hair. Releasing her breast softly, Draco looked up at Luna's face.

Her soft features were very pink in her blush, her eyes closed slightly as she breathed through her mouth. The thought struck him that she hadn't been aroused at all the night before, and Draco felt guilty all over again. She looked stunning like this; her sleepy eyes watched his quietly, her breathing becoming so shallow he could barely feel her chest rising and falling.

"K-keep going." Luna whispered encouragingly, and the first real emotion came across her face. She was beginning to react to his ministrations, and Draco's chest swelled to think that he was the one making her feel this way. Sliding his hands down Luna's hips, Draco's fingers caught against the waistband of her panties. Feeling suddenly mischievous, Draco leaned forwards to kiss the soft skin just above her panty line, and with a sudden burst of energy he grabbed her panties with his teeth and tugged.

They slipped easily off her hips, and once Draco's neck could crane no further, he pulled them the rest of the way down her smooth legs. Draco was suddenly very near to Luna's most private place; there was a very small patch of hair, carefully groomed and as blonde as the hair on her head. He felt Luna's body beginning to warm, and he watched as her normally milky white skin took on a faint pink colouring. Luna was watching him carefully now, no longer directing his actions. Draco's instincts began to flood back to him, and he lifted himself quickly backwards on the bed to allow them more room.

Leaning forwards once more, Draco kissed Luna's smooth mound, his lips scant inches from where he knew she wanted them to be. Luna drew in a sharp breath, and her hands seemed lost against the muscled firmness of his neck. Breaking away from Luna, Draco leaned back slightly. Instantly, Luna dropped to her knees before him, catching him off-guard.

She was watching his eyes carefully as her voice came forth quietly, "Do you mind?"

Awestruck, Draco nodded. Was she actually asking him if she could remove his boxers? This was almost too much for him, and he voiced it. "You don't have to ask," he breathed, and Luna wasted no time in slipping her fingers into his waistband.

Lifting his hips for her, Luna pulled his silvery boxers off of his frame, where they joined the pile. Draco watched with slight pride as his member, now almost completely hard, bounced straight upwards. Luna crouched silently for a moment, her eyes lingering on Draco's erection. Draco was about to pull her up to his lap when she did the unexpected; one small hand closed around the base of his cock, and he felt himself gasp silently.

Luna's face was blank as she stroked carefully, and Draco watched, mesmerized, as Luna leaned forwards, her breasts resting heavily against the edge of the bed. Her tongue was unbelievably hot; his cock gave another twitch as she pressed her tongue flat against the underside of his shaft. Draco could find no words for her; instead, a small growl rumbled in the back of his throat as she slid her tongue up to his engorged cockhead.

Circling the tip of Draco's leaking member, Luna wasted no time in accepting the large organ into her mouth. The heat was incredible, and Draco fought hard against the urge to thrust into Luna's beautiful mouth. Luna sucked slowly at first, her hand massaging the base of his manhood as her tongue swirled around the ridge underneath his cock's leaking head. Gritting his teeth together, Draco watched Luna's mouth with intense concentration, willing himself to be patient.

But then Luna's gaze flicked upwards to meet his, his prick slipping from her lips with a wet popping sound. His resolve cracked right then and there; he needed to be inside her, to feel her gasping and moaning for him. As much as it pained him to stop her onslaught, Draco leaned forwards and gingerly placed his hands beneath Luna's arms, lifting her onto the bed with him. Luna took his queue almost instantaneously, and she pulled herself to the middle of Draco's rather large bed.

Lying spread eagled like she was, Draco was subjected to Luna's body in all its glory. Every bit of flesh exposed to him was stained pink, her entire body blushing with the heat of the moment. Leaning down, Draco kissed the side of her neck possessively, kneeling over her thigh and supporting himself on his elbows, tucked neatly against her sides. He could hear her breath, coming in short, quick gasps against his ear. He could almost feel her unravelling; she had begun to writhe beneath him, and he hadn't even begun the main event.

Luna's hands were suddenly pulling his face away from her shoulder, and, confused, Draco followed them up until he was again met with her same piercing gaze. Against his better judgement, Draco felt himself lean down to kiss her, kiss her with everything he had. She reacted readily, her mouth opening to accept his tongue. Stealing impressions against the inside of her mouth, Draco was mildly surprised that Luna was so submissive; she made no attempt to delve into his mouth and explore for herself. Her lips were incredibly plump, and as Draco broke the kiss to take in air he caught her lower lip between his teeth. He felt her breath hitch, and he sucked eagerly until she let loose a short groan.

Pleased with this vocal advancement, Draco changed his position so he was kneeling between Luna's spread legs. He watched nervousness flit across Luna's features, and he donned a look of determination. He wasn't going to hurt her, not this time. Lifting her thighs as gently as he could, Draco wrapped the smooth limbs around his waist, leaning forwards once again to capture Luna's lips in a reassuring kiss. Most of her weight now on his lap, Draco slid his hand between their warm bodies to direct himself to Luna's core; intense heat met his member as he slowly began to enter her, and he delved slowly in so as not to cause her discomfort. Once he had hilted himself inside her once more, Draco paused. Luna's breathing had hitched to a surprisingly high rate, and her eyes were fluttering closed and then opening every few seconds.

Tracing his fingertips along her sides, Draco tickled the sensitive flesh as he withdrew almost completely, sliding himself back in with slightly more force. Luna gasped, and, pleased with this result, Draco began to stroke into her body in earnest. Luna tightened her legs around Draco's waist, her arms reaching up to bring him down for a kiss. Draco went willingly, invading her mouth once more as he felt Luna's body twisting madly beneath his.

Using the same hand he had guided himself in with, Draco found Luna's clit with relative ease. The moment he put pressure on it, Luna gasped again, this time much louder. He felt her stomach tense, and he wondered briefly if he should stop and allow her time to regain herself. But it was too late; her mouth stilled on his and she caught her breath, holding it in. Draco thrust once more, hard, and he felt Luna fall to pieces beneath him.

Her body jerked hard into his, a string of incoherent thoughts mumbling into his lips as she came, her legs tightening around his hips with surprising strength. Still she made no definitive noise, and instead of being annoyed, Draco found himself rather impressed with her control. Stroking his thumb against her bundle of nerves, Draco mapped Luna's jaw line with his lips as she came down from her orgasmic high.

A soft, airy sigh escaped her lips as her body relaxed, and before Draco could pull out and perhaps suggest she help him finish, Luna was pushing on his shoulders. Confused, Draco sat up. Was she done with him now? He wasn't sure, but his qualms were assuaged moments later when she shoved him roughly onto his back.

"Luna," Draco started, a questioning look passing across his face. He had no time to formulate the rest of his sentence, however, as Luna straddled his hips and eagerly ground herself against his throbbing manhood.

His head dropping back onto the mattress with a groan, Draco felt Luna's hands come to rest on his muscled abdomen as she steadied herself. Opening his eyes, he was met with a look of fierceness as Luna realigned herself with his cock and dropped herself onto it. It was Draco's turn to clench; she had impaled herself on his dick so quickly and with so little warning that he felt his balls draw up tight to his body. Struggling to fight off his orgasm, Draco's breath came in ragged gasps as Luna waited for him to calm, her fingers tracing his defined abs slowly.

It took several moments for Draco to calm himself enough to move, and as soon as he gave any indication he was ready, Luna began to rock her hips in earnest. Draco slid his hands to Luna's battered hips, guiding her as gently as possible as she began to ride his stiff member. She was beginning to gasp softly now with each thrust, but Draco wanted more. He wanted to her yelling, screaming her release as he took her.

Draco pulled Luna down unexpectedly, and she dropped onto his chest as he began to thrust hard into her, his jaw clenching with the strain. Luna dropped her forehead against Draco's sturdy chest, her hot breath making his sweaty skin feel cooler. Her scent was overwhelming to him; her hair smelled distinctly of lavender mixed with something he couldn't name, something defining as Luna. Her own unique scent clung to her every little curve, emanated from her silky skin; a smell so endearingly Luna that Draco was beginning to lose himself.

He felt himself beginning to unravel, but this isn't how he wanted this to end. Struggling to maintain control over his body, Draco stopped his thrusting long enough to roll Luna over again. She went along with it, her fingers clutching hard at his shoulders. He could feel his skin breaking under her strong grasp, and it spurred him on.

He slowed his pace down slightly, teasing Luna, hoping for some wall to break and her to yell something, anything. It wasn't until he had almost stopped his movement altogether that he was rewarded; she whimpered, so softly that he wasn't sure he had heard her at all. Her eyes were closed, her legs locked tightly around Draco's exhausted body. Her fingers had found their way into his hair again, and she was digging into his scalp with impatience.

"P – please..." She whispered quietly, and Draco was overcome with emotion. He rocked gently back into her, allowing himself at last to succumb to his carnal desire. He covered her lips in one last kiss, and as he rocked he felt her hips begin to buck wildly against his. The added friction drove her over the edge again, and she cried out, her body shaking slightly as wave after wave of bliss crashed over her.

Draco gave a final thrust, feeling their skin slap together as he came, his body arching over Luna's as he shot his load deep within her. Spurt after spurt erupted into Luna's depths, and with each tiny thrust he heard Luna cry out, driving him onwards. After several moments of his orgasm coursing like lava through his veins, Draco's strength finally faulted and he slumped onto Luna's chest.

She had had time to recover; her arms encircled his panting form tenderly, gentle fingers brushing his hair from his eyes. He could feel her chest vibrating, and after a delirious moment of confusion realized that she was speaking to him.

" ... – give help for any other Quidditch match." He had only caught the end of her sentence, but could guess her general idea. Smirking silently, Draco pulled himself upright and felt his deflating erection slip out of her. Lying down against his pillows, Draco felt another surge of affection as Luna cuddled easily into his side. He felt her chin rest against his shoulder, and he turned onto his side so he could wrap an arm around her warm middle and pull her tight against his body.

Her breathing had slowed considerably faster than his, and as they lay there, basking in the afterglow, Draco began to drag his fingertips ever so slightly along the contours of her back. Luna gave a contented sigh as she stretched, stilling with her forehead resting against Draco's throat, her hands spread against his tight stomach. Draco continued to tickle Luna's back, revelling in every soft sigh of contentment that escaped her tired lips.

After a few minutes, Draco realized that his shoulder and chest were wet. Pulling away slightly, Draco looked down to discover Luna's eyes brimming with tears. The look of horror that flitted across his face was assuaged when Luna smiled, her eyes crinkling happily as more tears spilled down her face. Understanding that she wasn't crying because he had done something wrong, Draco gave her a mockingly odd look before placing a kiss on her forehead. Luna fit so perfectly against his body; her soft curves melded easily against the hard contours of his body, and Draco had never felt so at ease afterwards.

"Draco?"

"Hmm?"

"Thank you for repaying my favour."

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