Time Keeps On Slipping - Chapter 21

Harry wasn't sure why he had been called to the Headmistress' Office. The fact that all of the Weasley students were there set his teeth on edge. Last time they had all been together was when they were told about Ron and Bill. He really didn't want something like that to happen again.

"Are we all here?" Headmistress McGonagall asked.

She did a silent headcount before she nodded. They watched as she unlocked the Floo. Hermione and Fleur stepped out a moment later. It looked like they both had been crying. Harry tensed.

"Mom?" Rose whispered.

"It's fine, honey," Hermione opened her arms.

Rose and Hugo rushed over to her.

"Why are you here?" Rose asked.

"I wanted to you to find out from me," Hermione cleared her throat. "Tomorrow, the papers will announce that the witch going by Nefertari was captured, found guilty, and executed. I carried out the execution myself."

Dominique and Louis rushed forward, wrapping their mother in a tight hug. A moment later everyone joined in making it one big group hug. Hermione was true to her word; the Ministry handled it. Harry didn't have to sneak out, dig through research, or put his life on the line to solve a problem that wasn't his responsibility. He didn't miss the fact that Hermione had admitted to killing the Nefertari. Most people didn't realize it, but she was absolutely terrifying when she had the motivation. The world was unaware how lucky it was that she decided not to become a Dark Lady.

There were a lot of tears. Eventually, everyone dispersed back to their daily lives. The students effected by the various attacks were given some time to recover. It hadn't just been the Weasley's that had people die in the last few weeks.

Harry felt disconnected from it all. The new Weasley generation were his friends, kind of. Their relationship was just kind of expected considering the past. Would he miss Ron? Of course he would. It was just hard to feel like he belonged in this world with everything so different. Things looked to same, some people acted similar enough to slide by, but it was his entire world that died the day he went through the Veil. That was a bit dramatic to put it. Everyone had entire lives in the time that he had been gone. Five years compared to nearly twenty. His friends were looking at him through nostalgia tinted glasses.

Was he sad that Ron had died? Yes. It just wasn't the Ron he knew. This older version was like a distant relative to the Ron he had gone to Hogwarts with. He felt bad for the Weasley family, but, in truth, there were only a couple he counted as actual friends. Rose, Hugo, Roxie, and maybe Dominique if she wanted anything more from him than sex. Things between them had been in limbo after Bill had died.

He needed to talk to someone that he could trust and that trusted him implicitly. He needed someone who could make things make sense. He needed to talk to Luna.

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Harry stumbled a little as he stepped out of the Floo. He was getting better each time. Still, his arrival made the few nearby Ministry workers chuckle. Luna was working today. He wasn't sure what she did exactly, but he got the feeling that it wasn't someone without the equivalent of Top-Secret access who would know. Thankfully, she said she would wait for him, so he didn't have to go searching through the entire department and potentially see something he wasn't supposed to.

"Oh my," Luna sighed as she saw him. "Come here."

She grabbed him by the hand and began to pull him away. He followed freely after a couple of steps. Part of him recognized this area of the Ministry. This is where the actual workers moved through the building. There weren't any art pieces or important looking portraits. Just beige walls and off-white tile floors that somehow muffled every step while squeaking constantly.

"Where are we going?" Harry asked.

"My office," Luna answered.

"Where is that?" He asked another question.

Luna stopped. She turned in a slow circle a couple of times. A third, careful spin ended with her stepping over to a door that looked to not have been opened in many, many years. Luna knocked once, three times, then twice, waited a moment, then knocked one more time. The door swung open revealing a comfortable looking sitting room.

"This is your office?" Harry asked as she closed the door behind them.

"This is a break room," Luna replied. "There are a few of them on each level if you know where to look."

"We aren't going to your office?" Harry asked trying not to sound too confused.

"Eventually," Luna made herself comfortable on a stately looking couch.

"Eventually?" Harry repeated.

"I lost my office," Luna patted the spot beside her. "I'll find it again one of these days."

For Luna, that made sense. Harry sat next to her. She pulled him sideway, laying his head on her lap.

"You're head is covered in nargels," Luna began to run her fingers through his hair. "We need to fix that before it gets worse."

"Ok," Harry hummed contentedly under her touch. "I'm trying to figure out what is going on."

"Because you want to have sex with Hermione, but don't want to upset everyone?" Luna asked.

Harry sputtered.

"It's ok," Luna patted his head. "She wants to have sex with you too."

Her hand stopped. Harry muttered gibberish as the sudden lack of the wonderful sensation. He went silent as her hand started to massage down his chest and continued on lower.

"Luna?" Harry asked, his voice pitched just a touch higher.

"There's a better way to clear your head," Luna leaned over and placed a quick kiss on his lips. "I've heard it called Post-Coitus Clarity."

"I think I've heard of that too," Harry spoke just above a whisper.

Her hand steadily approached, giving plenty of inspiration to get hard. Luna's delicate fingers found his hard-on; her expression remained serene throughout everything. Her hand gently rising, just subtly coming to rest on his cock, like she was ready to pull away if he asked.

Harry didn't. Her fingers squeezing at his dick in his pants, making him let out a small groan. She slipped her hand into his pants, and started to stroke gently, staring into his eyes all the while.

It felt amazing. She definitely knew how to touch him just right, by the way her fingers moved up and down his length, applying pressure right to the very tip, teasing the slit that ever so deftly, then pressing against the crown, the ridge. A happy smile crossed her face as his breathing got faster.

"I don't want to cream my pants," Harry said hoping to prevent his rapidly approaching end.

She didn't hesitate for a second, unzipping his pants and popping the button in a quick movement; once his cock was out, one hand came to rest in front of Harry's dick, ready to catch any that came her way. Harry's breathing was erratic, all her rapid jerks and carefully selected pressuring serving to get him extra hard. His cock twitched, and then, he exploded, firing out spurt after spurt of cum all over her hand, firing out as she just grinned at the show, watching my face the whole time.

"Better?" She asked when I was finished coming.

Her hand continued to stroke him softening cock. The pace slowed; her grip firmed just enough to prevent his erection from fading completely.

"I think so," Harry replied as he lay boneless.

"Good," Luna leaned over and licked the crown of his cock clean. "What did you want to talk about?"

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NOTE:
Short chapter. Next one is going to be dialogue heavy with character development. I wanted to get this posted to keep the story going.