I hope I don't disappoint, and I hope that I do justice to reallycorking's art which finally "sparked the idea."
Title: The Storm
Warning: Slight Fluff, Sexual Situation
Timeline: Sometime after Christmas in HBP, possibly
Length: 895 words
Harry tried to concentrate on the row of books, really he did. He tried to concentrate on the titles embedded on the spines as his fingers ran across them. He needed to get cracking on that essay for Splitting Charms, but his insides were so split he really didn’t know what to do with himself.
It’d been hard enough controlling the little beast in his chest that gave him torture over Ginny. Now there was something that was shaking the waters.
Something for Luna “Loony” Lovegood.
True, he didn’t see her as a complete loon anymore; he’d grown to respect her quite a lot since that fateful visit into the depths of the Department of Mysteries. He’d even embraced her quirks, they made her endearing in his eyes now.
She’d smiled at him today. A little differently. They’d passed in the corridor. She’d been wearing her hair down, peach ribbon tying a bit of it back behind her ear, wand tucked behind her ear as always. He’d gotten a warm feeling in his hands.
They itched to just hold her for a moment and run his hands through the soft waves.
Luna was like a cloud. She simply floated, and he wondered what it would be like to float with her. Ginny was like a fire. Which would really suit him? He didn’t fancy that he could just choose one or the other. Ginny had Dean, and Luna was Luna. But if he could, who would he choose? They were so different.
“What book are you looking for?”
Harry nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of Luna’s voice from over his shoulder. He whipped around, blushing. “Luna!”
“Shh.” She put a finger to his lips. “We’re in the library. You’ll wake the Flippandaries.”
Harry wondered idly for half a second what in the world Flippandaries were, but Luna’s finger, still pressed to his lips was much more diverting. He grasped her hand, moving it away from his mouth, but still holding it close to his face.
“You’ve forgotten which book you needed, haven’t you?”
“Yes,” he whispered, swallowing nervously.
Luna smiled a little more than she had been before, and he took a small step closer to her, closing the distance between them. He bowed his head down hesitantly, and she didn’t make a move to stop him. He hovered there for a moment, and then his lips met hers timidly, testing the waters, and they were met with a tender force from Luna.
When the kiss broke off, he smiled.
Then something changed. There was a look Harry had never seen on Luna’s face before. All of a sudden, their lips were pressed together again. But there was something in her lips, something in the way her hand escaped his grasp and wound through his mess of hair, the other hand gliding across his hip and traveling until her fingers were resting his back pocket.
At this point, Harry had pulled her tightly to his chest. His hands drifted heatedly up and down her back, tangling in the hair that hung there. His fingers caught the silky ribbon, and he laughed softly against her lips. This apparently sparked the next level, for Luna’s hand drifted to pull out the hem of Harry’s shirt. Next, buttons were scrambling to be unbuttoned.
Harry only came to his senses when Luna moaned into his neck. She was kissing and suckling the crook at his collarbone while he’d been rubbing his thumb across her breast and tugging her hair with his other hand. But at the sound of her moaning, he stopped everything abruptly, and jumped back from her, turning around and resting a hand on one of the bookshelves to steady himself.
His shirt was only on one arm now, and the fly of his trousers was undone. “Luna,” he breathed. “What are we doing?”
“We’re enjoying this moment,” she answered, sidling up against his back. She hadn’t been wearing a bra, and her small breasts pressed delightfully against his mostly bare back. “The moment will drift away soon enough,” she whispered into his ear, kissing from there down his neck, to his shoulder.
He couldn’t think, let alone speak, so he merely settled for breathing erratically. She wrapped her arms around his lean torso and he rubbed her arm with his hand. Tangling her leg up around his, and rocking her hips against his backside, Harry moaned and moved both hands to brace himself against the shelves.
Harry was glad he’d taken the precaution as her hands next traveled down to his undeniable erection. She chuckled into his shoulder and then gave it a quick nip before releasing his manhood into the stale air of the library, which for the moment had been ignited with the electricity of desire just around where the two stood, huddled in the dim light.
A few more bites as she pumped her hand slowly up and down his penis. Harry was at a loss for everything at that moment. He had two thoughts.
He didn’t know if he spoke of if she just felt it.
But then her hand was moving faster and harder, and he turned his head to catch her out of the corner of his eye as he was overcome with a wave of pleasure, moaning her name in ecstasy.
Everything was a blur, spurred on by the dim emptiness of their surroundings. Luna was on her back and Harry was moving according to the small gasps and moans coming out of her mouth until she tensed, gave a soft cry, and then ley still next to him.
They held each other for a bit.
Then Luna was floating out of his arms, straightening clothes and hair, and drifting away.
Harry scrambled to pull himself together. “Now what, Luna?” He called after her in a frantic whisper.
“Moments are like clouds, Harry. They pass you by. You either heed them when they come, or you don’t, but they never stay around for long.”