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Hermione was climbing into bed, reaching for her nightstand, when she realised her book wasn't there. She had been working her way through it, a chapter or so a night, to help her relax after a long day at work; the quiet, dim room and gentle turning of the pages had always brought a certain calm to her mind. It helped, of course, that the book in question was one of the more explicit options from her library. Relaxed and loose from reading, Hermione found it a benefit if anything to be able to slip her hand between her legs and really relax for the night.
She reached for her wand and cast a Summoning charm, stretching her legs beneath the covers. It took a moment or two of waiting, drumming on the quilt, before Hermione sighed into the pillows, empty-handed. Had she left it at work? It wasn't like her to bring personal reading into the office, and certainly not reading of that... nature, but it was easy for her to slip the wrong copy into her bag on a rushed morning. Or had it-
Oh god.
She covered her mouth, falling back against the headboard. She'd brought it to Luna's that evening, tucked into a deceptively tiny purse for her to read while waiting for Luna to arrive home. She'd been up in Cornwall the past week, searching out some kind of new creature - she mentioned a supposed common ancestor with the Crumple-Horned Snorkack - and though she'd invited Hermione for tea that evening, she wouldn't be able to make it home until about seven.
"Don't worry, Hermione," she'd breezed in that floaty way of hers. "Just come over at five anyway and entertain yourself. I'll pick us up some takeaway on the way home. Ooh, I do think you'll enjoy looking through my collection of rare Plimpy scales - I found one just the other day, in Hertfordshire..."
And Hermione had brought her book, and had sat in Luna's armchair and waited, and just when she was getting to an especially kinky section Luna had come loudly through the door and she'd slammed the book shut and slapped it down on the little side table by the fireplace. And left it there.
Hermione ran her fingers through her hair and groaned. What was she thinking? Leaving it in such a prominent position, Luna would surely notice it, and Luna being Luna would likely decide to have 'a little peek' between the covers. And Hermione had been the only person in the house for the past week, so she couldn't even blame it on another visitor! It wasn't that she was embarrased by her reading choice - Hermione was firmly of the opinion that reading was a human right, and people had the right to read whatever they wanted - but Luna was so... opposite. Hermione couldn't imagine her reading a romance, let alone a kinky smut collection, and she had the queer feeling of somehow being the one to ruin Luna's innocence.
Surely Luna had encountered sex before, though. One couldn't get through six years of Hogwarts without seeing a penis scrawled on a wall by some second-year who'd just learnt an inscription charm. But the idea of Luna Lovegood engaging in any sort of sexual behaviour - even masturbating - felt strange to Hermione. She'd always seemed childlike, a little kooky maybe, and certainly never sexual.
Until, of course, she picked up Hermione's book and was, surely, horrified at the contents. Hermione groaned again, rolling her wand between her fingers and allowing herself another thirty seconds of delay before she stood up and walked to the fireplace. She pulled on a dressing gown over her thin pyjamas, cast a handful of powder into the flames, and braced herself for the coming conversation as she stepped into the green-tinged heat and shouted Luna's address.
When Hermione stepped out of the fireplace, brushing soot from her dressing gown, she was confronted with the sight of Luna curled up in the very armchair she had occupied, pale nose buried in Hermione's book. The rising horror prevented her from moving her legs, and instead she clutched at the side table, which had (to her dismay) clearly relinquished its charge into the innocent and now, almost certainly, disgusted hands of her friend. Luna hadn't even noticed Hermione's presence, her blue eyes fixed on the pages, long legs tucked underneath her and bared by the small sleep shorts she'd changed into. Hermione tried to clear her throat, and succeeded in a strangled gargling sound like a particularly large glob of muck struggling down a drainpipe. Luna looked up.
"Oh, hello, Hermione."
"Hello, Luna." Her gaze was as inscrutable as ever; the placid, calm expression Luna always wore gave nothing away. Hermione tightened her dressing gown nervously.
"You left your book here, when you left. I was going to return it to you next time I saw you." Was she a little flushed, at the neck? Hermione winced internally, shame burning her own throat. Luna was looking a little pink, her smooth throat tinged rosy, down to her breasts, which were cupped neatly by her rather low-necked sleep shirt- not that Hermione should be paying any attention to Luna's chest. Especially after having tarnished her entire reputation in her eyes.
"Er, yes. Thank you. I, er... just realised it was missing, and came to get it. I hope you don't mind me dropping in."
"Not at all." Luna stood up, unfolding herself from the chair. Her shorts were even smaller than Hermione realised, riding up her thighs and making a neat crease in her crotch. Hermione glanced away, cheeks burning. What was wrong with her tonight? She'd always found Luna cute, of course, and in the right circumstances she could see how she could be attractive - she had long, slender legs, and small but perky breasts that always managed to sit right in whatever she was wearing. But having such thoughts now of all times? She was disgusted with herself.
"I've been reading it," Luna continued. Hermione swallowed.
"Oh, I see. For how... er, what... part are you up to?"
Luna was standing in front of her now, the book held in both hands. Hermione could feel the fireplace's heat on her back and thighs. She considered throwing herself backward into it. "Well," Luna mused, "She only just made her way out of the castle. I believe she was in the inn, about to go down for the night."
Oh god. That part. The inn scene. Hermione had spent more than a few nights rereading that one, to help with her relaxing. She'd always been a sucker for the only-one-bed trope, and when it was combined with the filthiest, dirtiest sex she'd read in a publicly published novel- and Luna had been about to read it- not to mention all the fooling around in the previous scenes-
Luna was leaning in close, close enough that the book was pressing against Hermione's chest where she held it. She turned her head slightly, mouth in line with her ear when she murmured, "I was rather enjoying it."
Hermione blinked. Luna's skin was hot, her soft cheek spreading fire across Hermione's like flames catching paper, and she felt her body go stiff at the contact. She... liked it? The smut, the dirty talk, the sex? She wasn't traumatised, or disgusted, or horrified?
"You- what?"
Luna pulled back, smiling - coyly? - as she placed the book on the side table. "Oh yes," she continued. "I haven't read sex that good in a long time. I must say, Hermione, I didn't take you for a smut reader. But your taste is excellent."
Hermione's mind was accelerating on its downwards slope. Luna read smut? Regularly? Enough to judge Hermione's taste? That pink tinge on her neck had darkened to a clear blush, spreading up to her cheeks and down between her breasts. Hermione tried to drag her eyes away to her face, but Luna bit her lip, seemingly unthinkingly, and she felt a dampness spread between her thighs.
She swallowed again. "I didn't take you for the type either." Luna's smile deepened.
"Well," she said, drawing back - and Hermione found herself moving forward, following Luna deeper into the room - "I don't seem to give off that idea, I suppose. But I love a good sex scene. And since you brought it over here, you must too." She'd stopped moving backward, but Hermione hadn't realised it, and suddenly they were standing face to face, burning skin centimetres apart, one of Hermione's curls somehow tangled loosely in a strand of Luna's hair. She should turn away, or step back, but then Luna was leaning closer and suddenly those lips, those soft full lips were pressing onto hers and Luna was kissing her.
Hermione brought a hand up instinctively, cupping Luna's head as she tilted her mouth to slot their lips together. Luna was a gentle kisser, brushing her lips over Hermione's mouth while she held her waist, tracing small circles into her skin through the fabric. She moved down, kissing her jaw, and with a sudden tenderness her warm tongue met Hermione's neck and she gasped. Luna broke away, looking up through her lashes. "Is that okay?"
"Yes," Hermione breathed, and let out a soft moan as Luna kept going, licking her way softly up and down Hermione's throat. Hermione threaded a hand through her hair, letting the other slide down her neck, her shoulders, and she was going to stop but Luna took her hand and gently laid it on her breast.
"You can touch me," she said, pulling back Hermione's dressing gown to press a kiss to her clavicle and making her head spin. Hermione took in a breath, running her hands slowly over Luna's chest, firm and soft at the same time. She squeezed gently, and Luna sighed, teeth nipping lightly at Hermione's skin. Oh god. She squeezed harder, caressing Luna's chest, and was rewarded with gasping nips along her neck as Luna squirmed. Her tongue slipped into the dip between Hermione's collarbones, licking sweetly, and Hermione's patience ran out, pulling down the loose neck of her sleep-shirt and cupping her full breasts. Luna moaned as she fondled them, brushing her thumbs over the nipples while Luna gasped, first in shock and then in delight. Somehow, she'd ended up against the wall, and Hermione bent to take a breast in her mouth, licking and sucking at her nipple while Luna whimpered above her.
"Oh, Hermione," she moaned, as Hermione rolled her other nipple between her fingertips, "you feel even better than I thought you would."
"Than you thought?" Hermione asked, inquisitively. Luna laid her hand over hers, encouraging her to keep going as she spoke. Hermione obliged, gently squeezing and massaging her breasts.
"You see, Hermione, I've been thinking about you for a long time," Luna sighed, leaning back against the wall. "You're rather pretty, and I've never been with a woman before. I always- oh- I've always wanted to know what you tasted like, and how you would sound when I- oh, Hermione!"
Hermione's stomach tightened at her cry, releasing Luna's pert nipple with her teeth. "Did you like that?"
"Yes," Luna breathed, tugging at Hermione's hair. "We should... go into my bedroom."
Hermione smiled, straightening and letting her dressing gown fall from her shoulders. Luna swallowed as she looked at her, thin pyjamas doing nothing to hide her pebbled nipples pushing against the fabric. Without another word, Luna took her hand and veritably dragged her up the stairs and into her room. Luna's bed was large, four-postered, and clothed with a chaotic but beautiful tangle of multicoloured bedsheets. Throw pillows and little trinkets adorned the bed and the shelves and tables around it, which Luna swept off with a sweep of her arm before slipping off her shirt and pulling Hermione down with her. Hermione wasted no time in returning her attention to Luna's nipples, relishing her moans as she played with them, the way her hips squirmed against Hermione's stomach.
Luna moaned her name, and Hermione ran out of patience, slipping off those tight tiny shorts. She ran her hand down Luna's leg as she pulled them slowly down, and Luna whimpered, enjoying the feel of the the waistband sliding against her skin. She wasn't wearing underwear, and her pussy was dripping wet, thighs shining where she'd rubbed them together with arousal. Hermione spread Luna's legs, thinking about her curled up in that chair with her dirty book, rubbing between her legs as she read. She imagined Luna biting her lip, the tight press of those long delicate fingers against her clit through her shorts as she rocked her hips against her own hand. The thought turned her on even more than before, and she spread Luna's labia out eagerly over the damp curls of white-blonde hair.
Luna cried out as Hermione pressed her tongue to her clit. She held it here a moment, feeling Luna's hips pressing up against her, before she began to gently lick up and down, tasting her wetness as Luna writhed beneath her. "Oh god, Hermione- oh, yes- oh, Hermione!" Luna's legs strained against Hermione's hold, her head tipping back as she moaned. Hermione would never have imagined her to be so vocal, squirming on the mattress as she licked, and Luna's pitch only increased as she slipped a finger into her entrance.
Luna's pussy was hot and tight, squelching slightly with the wetness as Hermione stroked gently inside her. Luna was clenching around her, rocking her hips as she gasped and whimpered. Her walls were soft, ribbed in some places, and Hermione rubbed a little harder to see what sounds she could coax out of her. She crooked her fingers, pressing deep, and let her tongue press hard against her clit before she started to thrust and stroke inside her. Luna arched her back, screaming in pleasure, tightening around Hermione's hand as she writhed on the bed. Hermione pressed her thighs together and couldn't suppress a whimper of arousal as Luna cried her name.
"Hermione... Hermione... oh, Hermione, please- don't stop- ngh- ah- Hermione, Hermione! I'm- oh- oh, oh, oh- Hermione, I'm- I'm going to come!" Luna's legs were clamped around Hermione's shoulders, her hands clawing at the mattress as she arched her back. "Hermione, please, let me come!"
Hermione sped up her hand, stroking harder against Luna's G-spot as she arched off the bed. Luna's moans echoed in her ears, and she felt herself squirming, rubbing her thighs slickly together as her clit throbbed in time with Luna's desperate cries. She could feel it building, in the tightening of Luna's pussy and the way her fists clenched the sheets. Hermione lapped desperately at her clit as Luna reached a higher pitch than ever, mouth gasping open and blue eyes shut tight as she spasmed, fluid flooding Hermione's fingers as she orgasmed. Hermione kept stroking, gently, riding out her waves as Luna's cries turned into gentle moans, then sighs as she leaned back against the pillows.
"Oh, Hermione," she murmured, pulling her up to rest against her chest. "That was wonderful." Her fingers stroked Hermione's hair, and she panted softly, squirming against the heat of Luna's body below her. Her chest was burning with need, stomach coiled tight and desperate for stimulation, her hips fighting the urge to just rut against Luna's thigh until she came. A soft whimper drew its way out of her throat, and Hermione opened her mouth to moan softly against Luna's bare breast.
"Do you want me to touch you?" Luna breathed, already undoing the buttons of her pyjamas. Hermione could only moan in assent, pushing her breasts towards her shamelessly as her legs opened and pressed against Luna's thigh. Luna chuckled, bringing her leg up for Hermione to squirm against as she pulled off her pyjamas and underwear, hands squeezing the flesh of her breasts. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Hermione thought she should feel ashamed, grinding desperately on Luna's leg as the other girl played with her chest, but her mind was flooded with the heat of arousal and all she could think about was the aching coil in her stomach. She moaned, tipping her head back, and increased her pace, sliding her wet cunt against Luna's thigh and whimpering when her swollen clit caught her skin. Luna caressed her breasts, hands occasionally flitting down to curve at her waist or pass over her stomach, before Hermione let out a frustrated groan and started rutting faster.
Luna stilled her with a hand on her back. Hermione whimpered, reluctant to stop, but then Luna opened her legs and guided her towards them, letting Hermione settle herself on top of her pussy. Their clits touched, and they both moaned softly. Luna slid her hands to cup Hermione's ass, squeezing appreciatively at her sensual moan, and Hermione began to rock, sliding her wet folds against Luna's. Her pace picked up immediately, whimpering and gasping as she slid against Luna's pussy, and she didn't notice Luna leaning away and back until something pressed into the pubic hair where they were joined.
Luna was holding a long purple dildo, ridged in places and - to Hermione's whimpering delight - vibrating against her hand. She lifted her hips, letting Luna slip the vibrator between her own wet folds with a sigh of pleasure, then sank herself heavily onto it. Immediately, the dildo pressed hard into her G-spot, the vibrations sending stars into her vision. Hermione gave a cry, squirming on top of Luna, and the fingers clutching her ass squeezed and urged her to keep going with her movements. She bounced up and down, moaning loudly as the dildo's vibrating tip slid along the inside of her cunt, letting out sharp whimpers when her clit pressed and rubbed against Luna's. Hermione couldn't tell which way was more delicious: fucking herself on the dildo and letting it rub its way along her G-spot, or rocking back and forth and feeling her clit slide against Luna's slippery pussy. She could feel her orgasm building fast, stomach tightening, and Luna's cries were getting louder as she rocked her own hips up against Hermione's.
Hermione braced her hands on Luna's breasts, rubbing desperately up and down and sliding her palms over her nipples, and Luna's screams of pleasure and her name brought her cresting headlong to the edge. Her clit burned as she came, crying out and fucking herself faster and faster on the dildo, her breasts bouncing wildly as she ground her clit against Luna's. Waves of pleasure rolled over her, again and again, for what seemed like minutes; as they slowly began to dissipate, she slowed her pace, rocking leisurely against Luna's clit as the dildo ceased its vibrations.
She flopped heavily onto Luna's chest, and the other girl laid her hands in her hair again. "Luna," Hermione whispered softly, pressing kisses against her shoulder. "That was amazing."
"Yes, it was," Luna murmured back. They lay together, soaking up each other's warmth, sighing gently and pressing light kisses against skin. Hermione remembered, absently, the pile of work on her desk for tomorrow. It could wait.
Luna leaned down to brush her lips against Hermione's ear. "Thank you for leaving your book here."
Hermione smiled, tucking her face into Luna's neck. "You are most welcome."