In his pocket, with a note

Credit to houndDog for the idea

Luna whips up a small scrap of parchment and a quill. She quickly scrawls something across it, folds it neatly, and lays it flat against the back of the Portal Ring. She holds her exposed snatch up to her face and sniffs her slightly damp bare lips. She shivers, but holds off on jamming her fingers into herself. She must be patient, and wait for Harry to take her.

Speaking of Harry, Luna gingerly tucks her pussy-ring and the note into the pocket of Harry’s pajama pants and steps away from his still slumbering body. She revels in the heat he radiates against her lips, and reluctantly slips away back into the night, waiting for his inevitable discovery in the morning.