Chapter 46 - Happy Harry & Lonely Luna III

Ron genuinely spent an hour reading the book almost till midnight. It was the History of Magic book, one of the subjects he was the weakest at. But this was different from Divination, and scoring in it was just a matter of memory.

However, there were more pressing matters to take care of. He put the book away, checked his surroundings, and silently exited the Gryffindor common room. Darkness had taken over most of the school, and the distant torches on the wall didn't provide that much light.

He walked upstairs while ensuring Filch never saw him and arrived at the seventh floor. There, he entered a large, empty classroom with just two old benches in a corner. Finding the space enough, he quickly took off his upper clothes and started doing push-ups to get the blood pumping and his body prepared.

After doing three sets of twelve, he took out a paintbrush and a bottle of ink from his discarded jacket pocket. Then, he walked to the far edge of the room and painted a bullseye in multiple places.

This should be enough. He stepped back after painting ten of them on the front, left, right walls, floor, and ceiling. Time to practice.

Finally, he walked away to grab his wand. The spells he had in mind to master were Stupefy, Diffindo, and Expelliarmus. He wanted to use them in a combo so he could disarm his enemies.

Wish I could try Bombarda and Confringo. He felt the need to find a better place to train where no sound would leave the room.

"Diffindo!" Ron flicked his wand just then and lunged sideways, imagining an opponent attacking him. Mindflight, he swings the wand again. "Stupefy!"

The goal was to dodge physically and constantly be able to hit the spells on one target each time. He knew it was dumb to physically try and dodge, but he had nobody with him at the moment. He needed someone to hurl attacks at him to learn to counter them.

Sparring with the others should help me starting tomorrow.

Woosh!

"Ha!" He tried nonverbal spells, too, but they seemed impossible to him as he lacked focus. "Stupefy! Fuck… I missed."

Panting like a dying dog, Ron stood still to catch his breath. His hair, drenched in sweat, stuck to his head and face. They were annoying, he felt.

"I need a haircut… ugh…"

Knock! Knock!

His head swirled to the side, and confusion dawned on his face. Umm… Lovegood? Why's she here?

"Hello, Ron."

Already on a first-name basis? Ron straightened up and noticed she was still wearing her school uniform, the skirt, shirt, sweater, and black cloak. Very unusual.

This was Ron's first time being face-to-face with her like that. He had only heard about her from Harry before. "Um, hey. What happened? Shouldn't you be in your dorm?"

"No." Luna walked into the empty classroom, unbothered by Ron's sweaty, shirtless condition. The stoic smile remained plastered on her face as she surveyed the room with interest. "What are you doing?"

"Training."

"Can I watch?"

She has no sense of holding a conversation. Who talks so bluntly? Ron scratched his head and just shrugged. It wasn't like he was doing something secret.

"Sure," he replied and continued to train. However, he always felt conscious of her gaze at him while she sat on one of the desks in the far back, her feet dangling.

What a strange girl… but pretty cute. Ron wondered if it was right to show off a little, but he ended up doing it anyway.

Woosh!

A remarkable show of his athletic six-foot-three frame, he dodged the imaginary attacks and hit back precisely where he wanted. He repeated the attack multiple times on multiple bullseyes. But he still found himself off the mark a little.

I'll have to practice it daily until it's perfect.

A panting, sweating mess, he finally calmed down and looked back towards Luna. He decided to end the training and approached her, grabbing a small discarded piece of wood from the second broken desk.

He transfigured it into a simple cup, made some water with a spell, and drank it all. Finally, as he caught his breath, he looked at the girl's face—charming, oval-shaped, with a small nose, pale silvery eyes, and dirty blonde hair. Her size was short, too lithe for someone just a year younger than him.

Five-one? Five-two? Ron wondered how tall she was. Pretty uncommon looks… dreamy?

"So, what in Merlin's name are you doing out this late? It's probably two in the morning or something," Ron finally asked her, standing like a tower just half a meter from her while she remained seated at the desk.

Luna stopped swinging her feet and stared at his body, from his naked abs to his chest and then his face. "I wait until all the girls in my dorm fall asleep."

Bullied? Ron's brows furrowed. Wait, she only got one shoe.

"What happened to your other shoe?"

"Oh, this? A game… People hide them, and I find them."

Definitely bullied. Didn't expect this from those snobbish little Ravenclaw bastards. Ron had no clue, but the girl had such a precious face that he felt bad for her. Better have Harry make Cho sort things out.

"You need my help finding them?" He inquired.

"No, it's fine," Luna chirped back, continuing to swing her feet. "Oh, I heard a rumor about you. Is it true?"

"What rumor?"

"They say you're very big, the biggest in the school."

"..."

Does she know what she's talking about? Ron felt embarrassed a little by that. "What do you mean?"

"Your male organ, I mean. Isn't that what they talk about?"

Who the heck are 'they'? Who's spreading this rumor? Ron annoyedly nodded his head, since it was indeed decent. Every girl he had been with had told him it was big.

"It's decent, I thi—"

"Can I see it?" Luna cut him off.

"..."

She has no damn idea how to talk. Ron scratched his head awkwardly. He looked down at his pants and noticed there was no semblance of an erection.

"It's not hard yet. It needs some incentive... We should go back to our dorms," Ron advised her and grabbed his shirt to wear.

"How's that done? What kind of incentive?" Luna asked.

She's got to be playing with me now. There's no way she's this unaware. Ron noticed the curiosity on Luna's alabaster face. No, she's bloody serious.

"Well…" He shrugged awkwardly. "When a boy looks at a girl's bare body… you know, the chest and the parts between legs."

"Oh, I remember it now!" Luna chirped and suddenly jumped from the desk, standing up.

Luna suddenly leaned down, raised her skirt slightly, and pulled down her bright pink panties. Then, she completely took them off her legs, one leg at a time.

Then, she went back to the desk to sit down with a small jump and squish of her cushiony behind. Her fingers gently hooked the hem of her skirt, lifting it as she parted her legs, revealing the hidden junction of her bare thighs.

Ron was dumbfounded; flabbergasted; astonished even.

"Like this?" She asked.

No, no, no. This isn't real. This isn't happening. Ron felt his erection rise rapidly to salute the heavenly slit presented to his eyes. He froze there, his gaze refusing to look anywhere else, while his heartbeat raced like an engine.

Luna's core was pristine, so untouched and unblemished, it looked like a delicate gift waiting for him to unwrap. Her tight petals pink as her lips, her tiny hints of hair so blond he could barely notice them against her creamy pale skin. It looked as delicious as a freshly trimmed one.

Her tight slit matching was her lithe petite body, so sweetly innocent he was worried he could hurt her.

At the end of the day, Ron was still a man. He breathed heatedly and lowered his pants, and then his underwear. He hesitated a little but then lowered the underwear enough to reveal his rock-hard shaft with his family jewels on display.

"Ah!" Luna gasped. Was it shock, scare, or excitement? It was unknown. She didn't look at anything but his length. "Ooh… it's moving."

Of course, it's moving. I'm hard as a bone. Ron groaned, wondering how much longer she wanted to look at it.

"Is that enough?" he asked, trying his best not to stare at her beautiful, untouched depths, a faint trace of heat already visible in the rosy tightness.

"Hmm…" Luna tilted her head sideways. "Can I hold it?"

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