September 14th, 1997 Hogwarts
Luna was grinning to herself as she led Romilda up to a secret room that Harry and Pansy had told her about. If Romilda wanted to really absorb the juicy details of what it was like to sleep with Harry and Pansy, then she was going to get quite the experience.
She just hoped she was doing everything right, because this could be a lot of fun if the other girl was open minded enough.
Walking back and forth in front of the wall, the Room of Requirement opened up to reveal a cozy little couch and another room further beyond. Now Luna was ready to see if she had judged the situation correctly.
"What is this place?" Romilda asked.
"A secret room Harry showed me," Luna answered as she sat down. "Winky, could we get a couple of butterbeers please?"
A pop heralded the arrival of a floating platter with the drinks. The house-elf bowed happily. "Does miss Luna need anything else?"
"Not right now, thank you."
"Wow," Romilda grinned. "You have a house elf?"
"Just for the last couple of years," Luna replied with a slight shrug. "It's a bit of a long story, but she needed our help, and I'm glad to have Winky to watch over my dad when I'm not there."
Romilda took a sip of her butterbeer and slipped off her shoes, then sat down and turned to face Luna. "So. What was it like?"
Luna smiled. "I can tell you about it, if you want. Or there is one other option."
"What other option?" Romilda seemed to become slightly more on guard, but Luna was expecting that.
"I could walk you through the experience," Luna offered, hiding her excitement as best she could. "If you want to really feel more what it was like, that is."
Romilda bit her lip as she started to blush. It was a struggle for Luna to keep from rubbing her thighs together.
"How... how would we do that?" Romilda asked.
"Through that door should be a bedroom," Luna motioned over her shoulder but kept her gaze on the other girl. Keeping her cool at this moment was a struggle, but she focused her mind on how self-confident Pansy could be, and Luna had decided to emulate her.
Romilda looked to the doorway and then back to her. "What do we do?"
She didn't hold back her smile as she stood up, offering her hand. "Come with me and I'll show you."
"Okay."
Luna had prepared a very specific note detailing how Romilda should adjust her outfit to feel properly attuned to her previous experience. Playing the novice and waiting for instruction- it had been even hotter than she had hoped, but then once they got into it, Harry and Pansy had both become really fun with roleplaying.
In a way, this might have been easier if she had some polyjuice and one of Harry's hairs, but that would also have the drawback of Luna needing to try to get used to being a guy, or at least playing the part. So, perhaps a more natural plan would work.
She could hope, anyway.
Luna had waited outside for an announcement that Romilda was ready. And the moment had finally come.
Opening the door, she saw the dark haired girl facing away from her, which was probably for the best. She briefly imagined running her hands through those dark curls, but that was just getting ahead of herself.
"When it began, I was hiding under an invisibility cloak," she said as she slowly walked inside. "Close your eyes and picture it. You're there- and they're so close. You know what they're going to do, and you sneaked inside to watch them."
Stepping around, Luna smiled as she saw Romilda had taken her instruction and closed her eyes. Her nipples poked through the shirt too, and Luna wondered if Harry and Pansy had seen hers doing the same thing a few weeks prior.
Forcing herself to focus, she continued the narration. "They were wearing school uniforms as well, to make the fantasy that much sweeter. As if they were having a rendezvous at Hogwarts and I was trying to catch them in the act.
"But Harry was too observant," Luna grinned slightly. "He'd been paranoid for too long, so he knew someone was there. Can you see it in your mind? You're hiding under the cloak, but his declaration made you gasp in surprise. Worried that you'd be caught, sucking in your breath to try to keep silent.
"And then his hands found your form," she added in a breathy voice as one hand gently caressed the top of Romilda's left hip. "You don't know what they'll do, but you know they'll make you play some game if you want to stay. Are you embarrassed? Do you try to run off?
"Or, do you listen to your desire?" Luna ran her fingertips along Romilda's exposed midriff, and smiled at what a cute little belly button she had. "Do you want to stay?"
She left the question hanging between them.
Romilda was breathing heavily and Luna just knew that her pulse must be racing. Her cheeks were flushed and she exhaled before softly whispering. "I want to stay."
Luna tamped down her internal squee and focused on keeping the story moving.
"You've been caught, and now you must be taught a lesson," Luna continues, grinning at the way Romilda shivered slightly. "Harry slips behind you and grabs your hair. Not pulling so that it hurts, but just tight enough so that you can feel the way he's in control."
She mirrored his actions in the story, not quite with as much strength and authority, but she wanted to leave Romilda some wiggle room if she decided to put a stop to things. Her hair was just as soft and luxurious as Luna had hoped.
"Then he says that naughty girls must be taught a lesson." Luna lowers her voice as she slides around to Romilda's right side. "Isn't that right?'
When Romilda remains silent, Luna tugs at her hair and she moans. "Yes."
"Harry offers that they'll be the teachers tonight, and you will be their student," Luna says dreamily. She's so wet, both in remembrance of that prior night and what she's doing currently. "But students have to be respectful of their teachers. You bow your head slightly and say, 'yes, sir' to him, so excited to see what happens next."
She slowly trails her right hand up to Romilda's chest and softly caresses her breast. Both of them seem to be enjoying the exquisite torture of this moment and Luna forces herself to concentrate. "Pansy asks if you like that idea, and if you want more rewards for good behavior. You say, 'yes, mistress' to her, every little bit of you buzzing with anticipation."
Romilda is clearly trying to keep herself calm, and Luna can't wait to see her composure break.
"Harry is amused by you and he chuckles about how aroused you probably are. Pansy knows though, and she suggests that she check. You don't say anything though, and you feel her fingertips trail up your thigh." Once again, Luna is mirroring the moment from the story, and hoping that Romilda will want to keep going, as she feels the younger girls' skin.
"Under your skirt.
"Just a little higher.
"And then, she's there, and you can't help but moan when she feels how wet you are." Romilda squirms briefly and Luna takes the chance to whisper in her ear, just as Harry had. "He knows and he says that he loves how naughty you are."
Before she can continue though, Romilda starts fumbling for her and Luna waits. Her right hand bumps into Luna's shoulder and she slides it over and up her neck, and then she's being pulled into a kiss.
Not only had her plan worked, but the other girl is even taking the initiative, which is a huge bonus that Luna hadn't foreseen.
Romilda's almost panting when they break and she gulps down a shaky breath before she speaks. "Take me over to the bed."
"You're going to keep your eyes closed, aren't you?" Luna giggles slightly.
Romilda grins. "Yes, mistress."
A few hours later...
Luna hastily cast privacy charms and pulled the curtains around her bed before she grabbed her mirror and called out Pansy's name. She hoped they weren't too busy, but she couldn't wait to tell them.
It took only a few seconds, and she saw Pansy looked to be partially undressed, judging by the bra straps she saw. "Did I interrupt?"
Pansy smiled back at her. "No, sweetie, I was just trying to decide what to wear before Harry and I go out tonight. What's going on?"
"I had the best night!"
"Oh, was this broom closet related?" Pansy asked with a smirk.
"Actually, I used that secret room you guys told me about," Luna explained. "I needed the right setting to help my plan. Do you remember Romilda Vane?"
Pansy rolled her eyes. "One of Harry's skanky little fangirls."
"Yep, which really worked out to my advantage," Luna beamed.
"Oh really? Do tell."
"It started the other night, when she came to me in the library and asked me for help with Defense," Luna began. "She was having some trouble with the Shield Charm, or at least that was the excuse that she used to start talking to me. But, what she really wanted was to hear about how I had slept with you guys."
Pansy laughed.
"So, I told her that I could walk her through the experience," Luna continued. "I had her adjust her uniform a little and wait in the other room."
"The slutty schoolgirl outfit is a classic for a reason," Harry interjected from over Pansy's shoulder.
Luna waved at him. "She closed her eyes while I helped her picture everything, and I was doing things like how Harry grabbed my hair, and how you were teasing me with little touches, and I could tell she was excited, and then it got even better because she kissed me!"
"Well, I'm happy for you sweetie," Pansy sighed. "Even if I think you could probably do better than Romilda Vane."
"Pssh," Luna teased. "Don't be jealous. But you guys aren't here for threesomes, and she does have nice boobies."
Harry laughed. "I'm glad you had a good time."
"Just how much of a good time are we talking about?" Pansy wondered.
"I practically tore our clothes off," Luna smiled dreamily. "There was kissing, and licking, and fondling, and fingering... and it was wonderful."
"So, you've got a girlfriend now?" Harry asked.
"Maybe," Luna shrugged. "I guess we'll have to wait and see if it's something she's only willing to do in private or not."
"Well, you did want to have some fun this year, so I'm happy for you," Pansy said before sighing. "But if she hurts you, I'll tear that bitch apart."
Harry and Luna both snickered at her declaration.
"I love you too," Luna replied.
September 18th, 1997 London, Ministry of Magic
"Minister? The ambassador has arrived for your three o'clock appointment."
"Send him in, Melissa," Amelia Bones replied. She shuffled a few papers on her desk and wondered what the Americans could possibly want. The two countries, at least on the magical side of things, were not particularly close.
In through the door came a rather average looking man, the sort who wouldn't stand out in a crowd. He had a friendly expression on as he bowed slightly. "Thank you for seeing me today, Minister Bones."
"You're welcome, Ambassador Winters," she replied.
"Call me Bill, please," he smiled. "I've heard good things about you."
"How so, Bill?" she asked.
"Well, word doesn't always travel very fast with how small our communities are, but things have taken a turn for the better since you replaced Fudge," he shrugged. "Even across the pond, we can get a sense of these things. Then again, getting rid of the problematic terrorists was an even bigger positive, obviously."
"Quite," Amelia agreed. "So, what do the Americans want from a personal meeting like this?"
"Nothing too major, I hope," he said. "This isn't about our countries so much as it is about a British wizard. Specifically, Harry Potter."
"What about him?" She was now definitely going to wait for him to make the first move- they weren't close by any means, but she considered Potter an ally at least.
"My government is trying to decide how they should interact with him," Winters replied.
"He's in America?" she asked.
"For a couple of months or more," he answered. "Didn't you know?"
"I knew that he was planning on traveling with his wife on their honeymoon, but I haven't been trying to keep track of him," Amelia said. "After what he's done, Potter deserves a vacation."
"True," Winters nodded. "Some of my colleagues get a bit anxious when powerful people come into the country, though. They were at least smart enough to let me try to smooth things over before we approach him."
"Why would you need to smooth things over?"
Winters chuckled and pulled a magazine out of his briefcase.
"Witch Weekly?" Amelia smirked. "It doesn't seem like you'd be the target audience."
"Page three," he replied.
She flipped it open and saw a story about Harry Potter and Sirius Black, with a slightly out of focus picture of what could have been the two men as they walked into a bar together. "As a wizard, he's of age, so we wouldn't care about him getting a drink with a family friend."
"Normally, that wouldn't matter to me either," Winters said before handing over another photo, this time a shot of Harry and Pansy in Times Square. "The problem is that photo and this one both occurred on the same day. To our best estimate, it's less than an hour apart. There are rumors that Potter can apparate across the entire ocean- and power like that tends to make people take notice."
"Is this going to be a problem?" Amelia frowned. "Because if your countrymen do something to Potter, things could get very messy."
"I agree, which is why I'm here," he said as he sat back in his chair. "I'm hoping you can tell me some things about the young man."
"What sort of things?"
"Anything that can help me understand him better," Winters replied. "I want to know more about the person I'm dealing with so that I can make sure that we don't have anything messy occur."
"Ask your questions then," Amelia placed her hands in her lap and relaxed slightly.
"He's seventeen, but he's killed several people," Winters said. "Including your former Dark Lord that had caused so many problems."
"Terrorists," she shrugged. "Not the sort of people that I'm going to cry over having them gone- and no longer causing those problems."
"True," he agreed. "From your own papers though, he's got a body count of... what, a dozen or more?"
"I don't have the records in front of me, but that sounds correct."
Winters paused and steepled his hands together. "Teenagers who can become hardened killers- I trust you can see why that would worry my superiors?"
"In this case, Harry Potter didn't have much choice," Amelia said. "He had numerous attempts made on his life. Kidnapping attempts. Torture. After getting rid of Voldemort, most of our people would probably vote him into my chair if he wanted it."
"Yet now, he's merely a young man on his honeymoon?" Winters probed.
"I think that would be the smart way to approach him," she replied. "Has he caused any problems in America?"
"No," he admitted.
"And I doubt he would," Amelia said. "Harry is a young man who probably just wants to enjoy his life right now. I believe that part of the reason he left when he did was because of how much his fame had increased."
"After surviving another killing curse, I would think so," Winters snorted. "I can't believe the luck of that camera man."
"True," she agreed. "But it was more than that. Admittedly, I've only met him on a few occasions, but I believe he dislikes his fame and wants to be left alone by the general public. Traveling the world with his wife would be one way for him to be able to do that. That's why I've not made any moves about contacting him yet. The Wizengamot wants to award him for his deeds, but they've been held off so far."
Winters rubbed his chin. "He's a bit young to get married. Is there anything you can tell me about his wife?"
"They've been together for a few years," Amelia replied. "I would think the chaos surrounding them may have pushed them towards getting married earlier than most would, although that's speculation on my part. Truthfully, I've spoken with her less than I have Harry."
"Her father was a Death Eater," he said. "Potter was able to get her away from her family. Was that a set up? Possibly a girl running away from a bad home life?"
"I can't say for certain," Amelia answered. "It may fit together that way."
"Hmm," Winter muttered and leaned forward. "What would make Potter dangerous? That's what I really need to know- to make certain it doesn't happen."
"Attacking him or his wife."
"Obviously," he agreed.
"Strong arming him would be a bad idea," Amelia added. "He hasn't had the best of luck with authority figures. I would recommend a soft touch."
"Can you give me any idea how bad that could be?" Winters asked before continuing his explanation. "If I can give my government a persuasive enough argument, I hope to be allowed to handle things on my own."
Amelia nodded and thought for a moment. "Have you heard of Alastor Moody?"
"Your famous auror," Winters replied. "I have heard he was one of the best."
"Alastor is the very best," she said. "He taught me when I was coming up. For a year, he taught Harry at Hogwarts, and Alastor has had nothing but praise for him. If he had the inclination, Alastor says he would have been even better than himself. Unfortunately for us, Potter had enough of dark wizards trying to kill him during his adolescence.
"I fought beside him once, did you know that?"
"At the battle in your Department of Mysteries," Winters said. "I've read what I could about it."
"Potter is very quick, determined, and deadly," Amelia continued. "He'd been training other students all year in preparation for what could possibly be waiting for them if the Death Eaters and Voldemort rose to power again. My niece was one of them, and she was amazed by not merely the way he taught them spells but also the psychological preparation they would need to survive dangerous situations. That's not the type of thing a fifteen year old should be able to do, but Potter had been thrown into deadly scenarios repeatedly, so he'd been forced to think that way just to still be standing.
"Off the record?"
"Yes?" Winters agreed.
"Potter killed a thousand year old basilisk when he was twelve."
"You're shitting me," he gaped. "We would have heard if a corpse that size made it onto the market- they're far too rare..."
"I don't know if anyone ever harvested the corpse," Amelia added. "It was deep beneath the school, and through multiple doors that only a parselmouth could open. Dumbledore admitted to me that he never wanted to deal with what a circus it would have become if the press got hold of the story, so he was willing to just leave it to rot. Then again, I believe no one in England other than Harry could open it today."
Winters shook his head. "Perhaps they should have called him the boy who couldn't be killed if he could pull something like that off."
"It might have frightened off a few more of his enemies," she chuckled. "Potter probably would have liked that, if for no other reason."
"I think that should be enough then," he said as he stood up. "Thank you for your time, Minister Bones."
Amelia shook his hand. "I hope this won't cause any problems."
"Well, avoiding international incidents is what I'm trained for," Winters replied with a grin. "Hopefully I won't have too much interference to keep me from doing my job."
"Good luck."