Sticky Situation : Chapter 12

Sorry for the delay and the short chapter. I've been extremely sick the last few days. More to come soon.

Chapter 12

Harry and Hermione sat in the Great Hall, eating lunch among the hustle and bustle of daily life in the castle.

“I think we should test the Notice-Me-Not aspect of the sap some more,” Hermione said between bites. “Imagine if we could craft a potion that allowed a person to go completely unnoticed without the need to be invisible.”

“We have a free period next,” Harry said. “Do you want to go to the Room of Requirement?”

“We should go to the library first. I’ve never tried to craft a potion before.”

Harry sighed but nodded. As he took a sip from his goblet, he was startled by a foot caressing his thigh. His hand tensed around the goblet, crushing it and spilling pumpkin juice down the front of his shirt.

“Harry!” Hermione exclaimed, brushing pumpkin juice off her robe.

“Sorry,” he said.

Glancing across the table, Lavender turned away from Parvati mid-convesation, winked, and ran her foot along his groin.

“How did you even do that?” Hermione asked as he cleaned himself up.

“Er, I drank the Strengthening Solution from potions class,” he admitted.

“What? Why on Earth would you do that?”

“You don’t want to know,” he told her. “Do you know how long this’ll last?”

Hermione huffed and rolled her eyes.

“If you paid attention in class, you’d know that it lasts for twelve hours,” she said.

“Oh,” he said.

Harry had to bite back a groan when Lavender trapped his swollen length between his thigh and the ball of her foot. She continued to tease him throughout their lunch period. By the time he stood up to leave, he had to pull his robes around him to cover the bulge in the front of his slacks. His predicament wasn’t helped by the fact that, by then, not a single witch in the school was wearing a bra, and because of the unseasonably warm weather, few were wearing their robes.

Watching Susan Bones bounce down the hall in the opposite direction was quite the treat. As he strained his trousers, he wondered if he might be able to slip away from Hermione long enough for a quickie with a willing witch.

“You’re an embarrassment to our house, Loony.”

Harry and Hermione stopped and shared a dark look. Creeping around the corner, they spotted three Ravenclaws harassing Luna in a quiet hallway not far from the library.

“How?” Luna asked with innocent curiosity. “My grades are just as good as yours.”

“It’s not your grades that make us look bad; it’s all those stupid creatures you talk about,” the lead girl scowled. “Why do you think no one wants to be friends with you?”

Hermione puffed herself up, accentuating the golden badge on her chest and her pebbled nipples. She looked like she was ready to start taking points, but Harry stopped her by placing his hand on her shoulder. He had a better idea. Fixing a grin on his face, he minced around the corner.

“Luna!” he beamed. “There’s my favorite Ravenclaw.”

Luna turned and smiled brightly as he walked up, ignoring the three other girls, and hugged her. Out of the corner of his eyes, he caught them glancing at each other uncertainly.

“Hello, Harry,” she said happily.

“Hermione and I were on our way to the library. Do you want to join us?” he asked.

“Oh, I’d love to, but I have Arithmancy in fifteen minutes.”

“We’ll be there for a while,” Hermione said, giving the other girls a disapproving frown before turning back to Luna with a smile. “You could join us afterward if you’d like.”

“That sounds lovely. Thank you, Hermione,” Luna smiled.

Blinking her bright blue eyes, she glanced down at Harry’s bulge as it grazed her hips and then looked up at him.

“Would you like me to take care of your erection, Harry?” she asked.

Hermione sputtered incredulously, and the three Ravenclaws gasped.

“No way he’s attracted to Loony,” one of them muttered a bit too loudly.

Glancing at the girl over Luna’s shoulder, Harry watched her face flush as he smiled.

“I’d really appreciate that,” he said.

Luna smiled brightly, dropped to her knees, and started undoing his belt.

“Harry,” Hermione hissed furiously, “we’re in the middle of the hallway!”

“You said you wanted to test the Notice-Me-Not,” he whispered with a smirk.

“This isn’t what I meant,” she glowered. “What if you get caught?”

Luna pulled his erection out of his trousers, stroked his length, and kissed the tip. Around them, except for the three Ravenclaws who were watching in stunned silence, students passed by on their way to and from the library. The girls that passed gave him appreciative looks, and a few giggled, but none of them lingered, while the boys acted like nothing was out of the ordinary.

“I think I’ll be fine,” Harry said.

Hermione sighed exasperatedly and folded her arms over her chest as Luna took him into her mouth. Harry moaned and ran a hair through her hair before taking a step back, causing her to look up at him curiously.

“As nice as that is, we don’t have much time before your next class starts,” he said.

“I suppose you’re right,” Luna replied.

Reaching under her skirt, she pushed her knickers down to her ankles and stepped out of them. As she straightened back up, Harry grabbed her by her pert little bum and lifted her with ease.

“Oh!” she gasped in surprise, wrapping her arms around his neck for balance. “Have you been working out?”

“A little,” Harry smirked.

He pinned Luna to the wall, lined himself up, and sank into her depths. Hugging herself to his chest, she moaned long and low. Harry gave her just a moment to adjust before he started thrusting, being mindful of his strength.

“Ah, Ms. Granger,” Professor McGonagall called. “I need a moment of your time.”

Harry froze as he heard her approach, her heels clicking loudly on the stone floor as she came to a stop behind him. With an impatient whimper, Luna used her arms and legs to rock back and forth as much as she could.

“Yes, Professor?” Hermione asked.

“The Prefects’ meeting has been rescheduled for Friday at the usual time,” McGonagall said. “We need more time to investigate why everyone had a sudden need to burn their bras. You don’t happen to know anything about that, do you?”

“No, professor. I don’t.”

Harry could practically feel Hermione glaring at the back of his head, but he didn’t dare turn around to check. He didn’t dare look at McGonagall at all. She had to have seen them, and Luna wasn’t doing anything to hold back her gasps and moans. After a moment, he figured there were worse reasons to get detention. Drawing his hips back, he thrust back into Luna, driving a loud moan from her lips.

“Ms. Lovegood, are you alright?” McGonagall asked.

“Yes, professor,” Luna panted. “I’m just helping Harry with his erection.”

Harry buried his face in the crook of her neck to suppress a laugh.

“I see,” McGonagall said. “Very well. Just try not to make a mess. You know how Mr. Filch is.”

“Oh! Yes, professor,” Luna gasped.

“See that you do,” she said. “Ms. Granger, I’ll see you Friday.”

Professor McGonagall’s heels clicked into the distance and Hermione smacked him on the shoulder.

“I can’t believe you!” she hissed.

“It’s fine,” Harry said. “She didn’t notice a thing.”

“Just hurry up before we get expelled,” she huffed.

Harry sighed, “I’m going to have to go a bit faster, Luna.”

“Okay,” Luna said.

He sped up, pounding her against the wall. Luna cried out as she spiraled into an orgasm. She clawed at his robes as he fucked her through her climax, doing nothing to hold himself back until he erupted inside of her with a groan.

“Hmm, that feels nice,” Luna said.

“Are you finished?” Hermione asked impatiently.

While he was still trying to catch his breath, Harry pulled out of Luna and set her gingerly on her feet. As he was trying to tuck himself away, Hermione grabbed his arm and started pulling him toward the library.

“We’ll see you after your class, Luna,” she called over her shoulder.

“Okay,” Luna smiled.

Picking up her knickers, she put them back on and smiled at the three Ravenclaws that were still gaping at her.

“See you in class,” she said.

Humming, she skipped down the hall.