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harry/luna

Fic: The Party Game (Harry/Luna)
To: _almagitana
From: aberforths_rug


Title: The Party Game
Author: aberforths_rug
Recipient's name: _almagitana
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Harry/Luna (mention of Harry/Ginny in the past)
Warnings (if any): extremely light bondage,
Author's notes: Thanks to A. for the beta.



Harry has never seen a Christmas tree like this one.

It is an evergreen — that much is like other Christmas trees. And it is... well... adorned.

The radishes do, oddly enough, resemble some of the glass ornaments Harry has seen on other trees, but they are overshadowed by the other objects Scattered randomly in and around the tree are what Harry can only guess are latex gloves blown up like balloons. There are rolls of parchment tied with ribbons which would look something like traditional ornaments if they were not so large, and if the ribbons were not such fluorescent colors. Tea bags, strung together into garlands, wind around the tree in a tight spiral. The tea bags appear to be giving off a soft white glow.

And then there are the butterbeer corks. There must be hundreds of them. They are strung together in groups of five or seven and looped over each branch — the way some people hang tinsel icicles.

At the top of the tree, where Harry has often seen stars or angels, there is a dancing flame. Actual fire. It burns red, then green, then blue, white, and then back to red again. He hopes that whatever spells are keeping the tree from igniting have been carefully cast.

Harry is so intrigued by the tree he has failed to notice that there does not seem to be anyone else in the room. He has just arrived via the floo network. There is supposed to be a party going on. But the only sound is the crackling of the fire and that annoying "Simply Having a Wonderful Christmastime" song which seems to be coming from the tree itself. As far as Harry can tell the fireplace fire and the tree are the only light sources in the room.

"Luna?" Harry calls out when he finally pulls his gaze away from the tree. "I'm here Luna; it's me, Harry — ummm — here for the party?"

Harry reaches into his robe pocket and pulls out a folded parchment. Perhaps he got the day or the time wrong.

Ms Luna Lovegood requests the honor of your company — as a friend! — at a Celebration of the Winter Holidays including Christmas! Hanukah! And Winter Solstice! Please find your way to Ms Lovegood's London apartment on Tuesday 23 December at 7 pm.

It is December 23rd. It is 7:15. Harry looks at the tree again "This is certainly the right place" he says with a chuckle.

"It is now!" The dreamy voice comes from right behind him, close to his left ear, and it startles him. He jumps and turns to face Luna. "Do you like my tree Harry? This year I decided on the song first and then built everything around that. I find that much easier than the other way round, you know."

"Ummm. Yeah" is all Harry can think to say as he stares at Luna with the same sort of wonder with which he was taking in the tree just a moment ago.

She is clothed in the same objects that cover the tree. It takes him a moment to realize the she is not actually wearing a dress made of radishes, but rather a dress made of a radish print fabric. It is, however, a garland of actual glowing tea bags she has wrapped around her neck, criss-crossed between her breasts, and finally tied around her waist like a belt.

The bottom of the dress — which Harry notices is very short — is trimmed with a sort of fringe of butterbeer corks. Below the hem of the dress Luna's legs are covered with electric blue, fishnet stockings. She is not wearing shoes or slippers. Her hair seems to be held up in a loose sort of bun with a tightly rolled parchment, like those on the tree, wrapped in a florescent green ribbon.

Harry has known Luna for ten years. She never ceases to surprise and delight him at the same time as she never fails to frighten him just a little. She is holding out a wine glass with a bright red liquid in it. "May I offer you a glass of my homemade poinsettia wine?" Luna says.

"I thought I heard once that poinsettias are poisonous." Harry looks closely at the glass.

"Oh Harry, you cannot believe everything you hear!" Luna says with a grin and a wink.

"Oh really?" Harry laughs.

Over the years Luna has taught him to believe in many things that sounded crazy at first. He often wonders what criteria she uses when deciding which of the things she has heard or read she should believe.

She has never steered him wrong though, so he tastes the wine. It is slightly bitter at first in the way that chocolate and coffee are bitter. The second layer of flavor is earthy. The liquid is warm going down and overall Harry must admit that the wine is unusual, but very pleasant.

"Where is everyone else, Luna?"

Luna's forehead crinkles as she looks intensely at Harry. "Everyone else?"

"You know.... the other party guests?" Harry's forehead crinkles in an odd reflection of Luna's.

"You are the only party guest Harry."

"Oh. I didn't realize... Oh." Harry smiled. This was a bit of a relief really.

Harry wondered who would be at this party. He doesn’t know any of the people Luna works with, of course. Her work in the Department of Mysteries was very hush hush. But he did wonder if he was going to find himself in a room full of Unspeakables.

Luna and Harry are the only two from their old gang who live in London. Neville and the twins could have come down from Hogsmeade and Hogwarts. He knows, from the weepy owl he got from Molly, that Ron and Hermione would not be able to come home from Egypt for the holidays.

He wondered about the possibility that Ginny would be there. He can imagine Luna thinking it is a good idea to surprise him with Ginny at the party. It has been three years since Harry and Ginny finally split up for good. They had parted friends and they kept in touch. They really truly wanted different lives. Harry wanted a quiet, low profile sort of life. Ginny wanted excitement and activity. She went off to Romania to work with Charlie. She was dating some famous dragon handler and she sounded very happy.

Harry had not dated much since the breakup.

About a year ago he and Luna had begun to reconnect. They ran into each other now and then at the Ministry and started meeting for lunch or the occasional drink after work. She was still quirky, but somehow she seems to have grown into it. She carries her quirkiness well, Harry thought.

That was not all she has grown into or carried well. A few weeks ago they met for a quick drink after work, which became a couple of drinks, which led to Luna convincing Harry that they should go to a club she knew, which somehow led to much dancing. Harry let go in a way he rarely did, with Luna leading the way. They danced wildly and Harry was more uninhibited than he had been in years.

Watching Luna dance was a wonderful experience. She moved her body with such abandon that Harry was frankly entranced. When they held each other close for a slow dance as the evening drew to a close he found himself very much tempted to invite Luna home with him. His interest was — well — obvious and the way Luna rubbed against him as they swayed to the music encouraged him to dwell on this temptation.

But when the song ended Luna pulled back, looked up into Harry's eyes with a very mischievous grin, kissed him on the check and said that it was time for her to go home. Harry watched her leave as if in a dream. A very pleasant dream. A dream he found himself lost in several times over the next couple of weeks.

Then the invitation arrived.

Now that he realizes it will just be the two of them this evening, a glimpse of that dream flashes through his mind and he takes another sip of the wine and smiles at Luna.

She returns his smile and says, "I rather like small, intimate gatherings from time to time. So often the holidays are filled with crowds and noise. Sometimes it is nice to focus all of your attention on one good friend, don't you think?"

"Errr... " Harry is having a hard time keeping his attention focused on what Luna is saying as the glowing tea bag X between her breasts seemed to be pulsing in the same rhythm as his heart beat. He forces his gaze back to her eyes. "I couldn't agree more." Harry finds himself leaning in, as if to kiss Luna.

She reaches out and touches his cheek. "Let me fill your wine glass Harry. Then I would like to tell you about the party game we can play — only if you want to, of course." She is wearing that same mischievous grin he saw on the dance floor.

Knowing Luna, her party game could be anything from something testing Harry's knowledge of trivia related to the Great Goblin Rebellions to Pin-the-Horn-on-the-Snorkack. "Do I get to know what the game is before I decide if I want to play or not?"

Luna only laughs and fills Harry's glass. "No. I think a better way to find out if you want to play the game is if you answer some questions. Okay?"

Harry nods, "Okay..."

"We are friends, aren't we Harry?"

"Yes"

"When we went dancing the other night you were aroused. You do find me attractive?"

Harry's eyes shift back to the glowing tea bags, which are glowing brighter and pulsing faster, again matching Harry's heart beat. Luna seems to be heading in a direction that sounds both wonderful and a little frightening. He clears his throat. "Err... yeah." Harry forces his eyes back up to hers. "Yes, I find you very attractive..."

Although Luna still grins mischievously, she sounds rather business-like. "And you have no... agreements... commitments... right now that would make it wrong for you to indulge that attraction?"

Harry feels a bit as if he is being interviewed for a job. The magic is quickly draining away from the moment for him. "No. I have no commitments or agreements. Luna look...."

Luna puts her hand over his mouth. "I am sorry Harry. I just had to get that out of the way so that we could both enjoy my game with no lingering worries or regrets." Luna reaches behind her and pulls something out of the arm of her sofa. She holds up a pin.

Harry is not sure he wants to play a game involving a pin coupled with the sort of questions Luna has been asking.

She sits on the sofa, indicates that Harry should do the same, and sticks the pin into the back cushion.

Harry sits. He takes a long deep sip of his wine and sets the glass on the side table.

Luna's grin seems to get more mischievous. She leans in and gives Harry a brief kiss on the lips, gently sucking his lower lip as she pulls away. She begins to explain her game. "Did you notice the glove balloons on and around the tree, Harry?"

Harry's mind and body are balanced on a very sharp point between excitement and fear. Luna's game seems to involve kissing, which is very nice, and pins and surgical gloves, which he is not at all sure are nice. Cautiously he answers her. "Yes. They are sort of hard to miss."

"Oh," says Luna, "I thought they seemed to blend in a bit with the other decorations. But I am glad you noticed them. And of course you noticed the scrolls too?"

"Yes."

"Inside of each balloon and written on each parchment are instructions for the game. When you pop one of the balloons," Luna touches the pin in the back of the sofa as she says this, "we will both hear my voice giving instruction. When you open up a parchment roll you will read the instruction, with those you can either tell the other person what it says or just do it. Be warned however that the parchment will cry foul if you do not do what it says."

"Each instruction is something you must do to yourself or to the other person, or show the other person, or tell the other person. Some of the instructions are very simple... like telling the other person your favorite color. Some are more... well... let's just start and see what happens. Do you want to go first or shall I?"

Harry takes another sip of his wine and realizes it must be magically refilling. This could be very interesting. He is relieved to know the pin is for popping balloons, but he is still balanced on that peak between excitement and fear. "Ummm. Why don't you go first?"

"All right." Luna pulls the pin out of the cushion, gets up from the sofa and approaches the tree. She plucks one of the glove balloons from a branch, turns to face Harry, and pops the balloon.

Luna's voice spills out with the air as the glove deflates. "Uncover a part of your body that is currently covered." Luna grins and lets go of the glove so that the last bit of air carries it off into a corner.

With her eyes still fixed on Harry she reaches down to the hem of her dress and slowly lifts it up. Harry can see that the fishnet stockings are held up with a garter belt. Luna slowly unhooks one stocking and rolls it inch by inch down her thigh, over her calve and finally slipping it off of her foot and tossing it away. Her pale leg shimmers in the firelight and Harry thinks he sees a bit of glitter right at the spot where the hemline again hides the garter belt. Harry feels himself begin to stiffen.

Luna moves back to her spot on the sofa. "There. Now it is your turn.'

Harry takes a deep breath and stands. He opts for a parchment, unties the ribbon and reads.

Tell the other person one of the things you like most about them.

Harry smiles and looks up. "One of the things I really like about you, Luna, is your unpredictability."

Luna smiles at Harry and crinkles her forehead a bit again. "Thank you Harry. It is funny though because I hear this from people often — that I am unpredictable. But I always know exactly what I will do next. Interesting. My turn!"

Harry sits and Luna goes for a parchment this time. Harry watches her smile as she reads the words to herself. She reads aloud, "Kiss the other person somewhere you have never kissed them before."

Harry's heart races as she walks toward him. She sits on one leg much closer than she had been sitting. She leans into Harry, her breasts brush against his chin as she runs her fingers through his fringe and kisses his scar, so much fainter now than it was when they were in school but still visible to those who know to look for it.

Her hand caresses the side of his face as she pulls away, sitting back against the cushion. Harry touches her hand as it slides away and swallows hard as he takes the pin from the cushion and approaches the tree. He bends over and picks up a glove balloon from the floor, turns and looks at Luna as he pops it. "Whisper something in the other person's ear, something that you have never told them before," says Luna's airy voice.

Harry moves back to the sofa. He tucks a wisp of Luna's long blonde hair that has escaped her makeshift bun behind her ear, and moves in close to whisper. His nose is lost in her hair which smells both spicy and flowery. Harry steadies his breath and whispers "That night, way back at the end of my fifth year, when you were looking for your things and I was trying to understand what happened to Sirius.... I almost kissed you that night." Before he pulls back he kisses her earlobe, very gently allowing his teeth to scrape against it as he pulls back. He feels a small shiver pass through Luna.

When he pulls back he sees Luna's eyes have grown dark and shinny. He can't help but lean in and kiss her and he is very pleased when she kisses him back and places her hand on his thigh. She eventually breaks the kiss and says in a whisper. "My turn."

Luna takes a parchment this time. She bites her lip as she reads, then she drops the parchment and moves toward Harry. She pulls him up so that he is standing in front of her. She slides his robe off his shoulders and starts unbuttoning his shirt. Harry moves to help and she pushes his hands away. When the shirt is open she slides her hands up his chest to his shoulders where she pulls his shirt down off his arms allowing it to fall to the floor.

Harry's breath becomes ragged at her touch. He feels Luna pull his head toward her and they kiss again. This time Harry feels Luna's tongue teasing its way into his mouth. He allows his tongue to dance with hers gently before he pulls away, anxious to see what his next instruction will be. After all, he thinks, Luna still has far too much clothes on. He looks again at the glowing tea bags and sees that they are brighter than ever and pulsing with a slow intensity.

Harry takes a parchment from the tree and reads.

Touch the other person in a place, and in a way, that you think will give them a great deal of pleasure.

Harry moves to Luna, who is still standing. He unties her tea bag garland and unwinds it, tossing it onto the floor. Her dress has a plunging neckline and buttons down the front. He unbuttons the first five buttons and is pleased to see that she is not wearing a bra.

He had noticed that her breasts where rather large when they had gone out dancing. They seemed to be bouncing free that night as well.

He reaches inside her dress and cups both breasts, allowing his fingers to find her nipples. He squeezes them and feels them harden at his touch.

He reaches down and unbuttons two more buttons so that he can open the dress wider. He looks at Luna's face. Her eyes are closed and she is breathing heavily. He bends over and takes one nipple into his mouth, giving it a deep suck and a small nip with his teeth. At the same time he squeezes the other nipple. Luna moans a deep gravely moan. Harry switches, sucking and nipping the other nipple as his fingers find the other, still wet from his mouth. Luna moans again and tangles her fingers into his hair, pulling it gently.

Harry lifts his head and leans into Luna's ear and with a breathy whisper says, "Your turn.'

Luna seems a little less steady on her feet and her hands seem to be shaking slightly as she reaches for a balloon. She realizes that she has forgotten the pin. She shakes her head and giggles a bit as she goes back to the sofa and pulls the pin out of the cushion.

She pops the balloon and her voice whooshes out with the air. "You must do what ever the other person asks you to do." She looks at Harry, grins and licks her lips. "Well Harry. What would you have me do?"

Harry's mind is reeling. His erection is becoming uncomfortable inside his jeans. He wants this wonderful game to last as long as possible yet part of him wants to tell Luna to just fuck him now. He has no idea what Luna enjoys doing. He sees her eyes linger at the bulge in his pants. Her dress is still wide open and one of her hands moves, seemingly unconsciously, to touch her nipple. Seeing this brings a moan to Harry's throat. Harry's moan seems to make Luna aware of what she is doing. She brings her other hand to her other breast and giggles. "Come now Harry. There must be something you would like me to do."

"Oh yes," Harry gasps, "many things. Having a hard time deciding."

Luna giggles again. "Yes Harry, it looks as if you are having a hard time indeed. Perhaps you would like to free yourself a bit, give that lovely thing of yours some air."

Harry reaches for his jeans and unsnaps, but does not unzip them. "Luna, you would tell me if I asked you to do something you didn't enjoy doing, right?"

Luna smiles and nods. "Yes Harry, I would. But really... there is very little I do not enjoy." She licks her lips again and Harry notices her fingers rubbing up and down against her nipples.

Harry zips down his fly and sighs as some of the pressure is relived. This allows Harry to think a bit more clearly. He does want this to last and if Luna were to touch him right now, if she were to wrap that lovely wide mouth of hers around his cock (a shudder passes through him as he thinks of this), he would not last long at all.

"What I would like you to do Luna," Harry grins as he moves back to the sofa, sits against the arm and takes another sip of his wine, "is take off that dress and let me watch you pleasure yourself."

Luna looks closely at Harry. "I will do that, and of course that is something I do enjoy doing. But I would not enjoy wasting that," she nods in the direction of Harry's penis which has worked its way out of the fly of his boxers. Luna grins widely. "Can you refrain from bringing yourself off while watching me do the same?"

Harry is feeling more in control of himself now that he is sitting. "Luna, this is an amazing party game!" He shakes his head. "Yes. I’ll do whatever it takes not to touch myself while you... do."

Luna unbuttons a few more buttons on her dress, pulls her arms out of the short sleeves, and lets the dress drop to the floor. All she is wearing under the dress is the garter belt and the one remaining fishnet stocking. She is not wearing any underwear. And there is glitter. The glitter seems to flow from her navel, down into the dark blonde hair covering her mound and onto the inside of her thighs. And curves. Luna is very curvy. "Merlin. Luna. You’re magnificent." Harry's hand starts to move toward his stiff cock without him even realizing it.

But Luna realizes it. "Harry! You promised. Do I need to bind those hands to the sofa?" She moves to a spot against the other sofa arm as she speaks.

Harry is not at all sure what to say. He has never even thought about being bound in any way under these kinds of circumstances. But it will be hard for him not to touch himself. The idea does sound sort of exciting and Luna really is already completely in control of his evening, with her little game, anyway. "Ummm... maybe.... okay."

Luna reaches back to the side table for her wand and with one swish and a mumbled spell Harry finds his wrists bound, one to the arm of the sofa, the other to the top of the sofa back. They are bound with soft velvet that feels wonderful against the inside of his wrists.

Luna grins at Harry and starts playing with her nipples. One hand leaves her breasts and inches its way down her belly, circling her navel. She lifts one of her legs up over the back of the sofa and keeps the other on the floor, opening her sex wide to Harry's view.

He gasps. He feels his cock twitch and he strains against his restraints, wanting so badly to touch himself.

Luna just smiles. She moves her hand down through the tangle of hair. She slides first one finger inside herself, then a second. Harry strains again against his restraints as he notices she is pulling at her nipples with the other hand. A third finger joins in and her thumb begins to circle her clit. "Ummm. Juicy." Luna says with a smile as she pulls her fingers out and brings them to her mouth.

Harry moans and squirms, his cock seeming to try and reach all the way across the sofa to where Luna's wet pink sex seems to be calling it.

Luna's fingers are back inside and she is brushing her clit very gently with the pad of her thumb. There is a change in her movement as she starts thrusting her hips up to meet the downward thrust of her fingers. Her eyes, which had been fixed on Harry, are now closed and Harry knows she is close.

The speed of her thrusts increases and Harry can see that she is now fully rubbing her clit. His breathing is as ragged as hers. He is sure that the restraints have tightened around his wrists and as he can not touch his cock he rubs the inside of his wrists against them in order feel something against his skin.

As Luna comes she makes a gasping, growling sound. Harry sees the ripples pass through her whole body. She seems to stop breathing and he could swear that she levitates just a bit before collapsing back onto the sofa with a whimper. She pulls her fingers out and opens her eyes. She brings her fingers to her mouth again and smiles at Harry. "Your turn." She says as she frees Harry's hands. Harry does not touch himself. He barely breaths. His mind is full of a white electric buzz.

He takes a deep breath and slowly stands. He can not take this much longer. His hand is shaking he reaches for a parchment. He reads it. He sees the words, but really he can not focus on them and they have nothing to do with what he needs to do right now.

He drops the parchment, pulls off his pants and his boxers and steps toward the sofa where Luna is still sprawled. "Luna, I have to be inside of you. Oh god I want to bury myself inside you. I need to be with you Luna. Please." Luna opens her arms to Harry and slides down to a more workable position on the sofa. Harry moves toward her.

Suddenly there is a shrieking sound coming from the floor by the tree. "Foul! Foul! Foul!"

"Shit," Harry mumbles, "Luna please tell me your favorite color."

"I don't really have one. I like them all in different ways." She reaches back and grabs her wand again. She aims at the shrieking parchment and mumbles another spell. The parchment bursts into flames.

Harry kisses her deeply. She tastes amazing, peppermint and chocolate mixed with her own juices.

Luna guides his cock, harder than he ever remembers it being, inside her warm wet cunt. Both of them moan at the deep connection. Luna whispers in the general direction of Harry's ear. "Happy Holidays Harry. Now fuck me please."

Harry tries to start slow, but Luna is so wet and her cunt in grasping at his cock in such an amazing way. He is pumping her hard and fast so soon. "Luna. God. Have to come."

Luna just hisses. "Yesssssss, Yesssss, Yessss," As her hips both thrust and swivel beneath Harry. "I want you to come Harry." She wraps her legs around Harry and pulls him further into her than he thought possible.

Harry hears himself howl and he feels himself go ridged and then all is blank for what seems like a glorious eternity. He is brought back to the here and now by Luna's thrashing as she pants and groans and finally screams. Harry feels one shudder after another pass through her. He continues to thrust slowly as his cock softens. When she finally stops quivering he stops moving too. But he stays inside of her and she holds him tight with both her arms and her legs.

Finally Harry pulls out of Luna. He moves behind her and they spoon together on the sofa, staring at the tree and fire.

Harry kisses Luna on the shoulder. "Great party, Luna."

"Yes. It is nice. So glad you could come." Both of them giggle.

"Ummm... Luna?"

"Yes Harry?"

"Do you think we could play that game again later?"

"I think that could be arranged."

Luna conjures a blanket and they fell asleep watching the fire die down.