Someone walks into the dorm room.

“I think I love you,” you state simply from Luna’s lap as you stare up at your beautiful, blond haired girlfriend. Your mind boggles every time you try to fathom the twists of random chance that have brought you to this point. Out of all the students in Hogwarts, you found yourself trapped in Luna’s bra; particularly amazing considering you’d passed out inside somebody else’s twat. And yet, it is in Luna that you’ve discovered a gentle protector, a caring lover, and more than a few laughs.

“I think I love me too,” Luna replies absently. Her eyes never even flicker to you as if she’d completely forgotten that you were there. Worked her way up from finger to finger, you watch Luna finally pull her pointer finger from between her lips. The entire finger gleams with saliva as she examines it. Seemingly satisfied, her delicate pink tongue, shoots out, and presses against her palm at the base of the finger. You watch, fascinated, as the tongue makes a slow luxurious journey up the length of her finger.

For just a moment you swear you can feel that same gleaming tongue running its way along a piece of your anatomy. But all too quickly, she finishes and quickly replaces it with her thumb which she plunges back into her eager mouth.

“Mmm…” Luna moans happily around her digit as her eyes finally wander over to you. Sucking happily on her thumb; if it weren’t for her obviously developed curves and full, pillowy breasts, Luna would look like an overgrown baby. Instead, she looks as if she is about to begin some particularly depraved role-playing game with you.

“Call me, Daddy,” you chuckle to yourself as you look up into Luna’s face. You’re careful not to say it too loudly lest she have a typically Luna reaction to such a comment. Luna’s brow crinkles briefly in confusion as you laugh up at her before she decides to simply join in; giggling around her thumb. Her breasts, so massive compared to you, jiggle on her chest.

“LUNA!”

In a flash both you and Luna jump to your feet at the excited scream of a female voice from the doorway. Propelled upwards by her lap, you find yourself airborne and sailing gracelessly through the air. You try to let out a scream but you can’t seem to get your lungs to work as you reach the pinnacle of your arc and begin to fall back towards the hard, stone floor.

Luck smiles briefly upon you as you land, not on the unforgiving stone, but on the soft mattress of the bed just across from Luna’s.

“Idiot,” you curse to yourself. Of course Luna has a roommate and probably more than one; you had always shared your room with Ron and the other Gryffindors of your year. You bounce once before finally stopping in the middle of the vast mattress, staring dazedly up at the ceiling. You get just a glimpse of the intruder as she practically waltzes into the room and steps over to the bed you’re laying on.

Cho Chang, the beautiful, dark haired girl of Chinese descent, towers above you, her attention mostly on Luna. Staring at her, upside down, from the middle of what is obviously her bed, you can’t help but run your eyes along her soft curves. She’s already half-dressed and pulling off more of her formfitting Quidditch uniform as she smiles dreamily at Luna. You watch her tug her blue colored sports bra up over her head and, with a careless plop, she drops the garment directly over you. With barely an instant’s warning, you try to brace for the impact.

:::::whump:::::

Peeking again, you find yourself now enclosed inside the soft, fabric dome of one of the bra’s cups. With Cho already glistening with sweat, you expected the garment to reek of body odor; instead, a charm cast on it seems to have eliminated the sweat and B.O., leaving just a lightly perfumed scent which is both pleasant and a little intoxicating.

“That was fun, Luna,” she says breathlessly as Luna smiles benignly at her. “We just crushed the Gryffindors. Harry Potter, their seeker, didn’t even show up! Not that I’m going to complain. We had them right under our thumb the entire match.” Cho extends her thumb and presses it down over the dome made by her discarded sports bra; pressing it directly over your head.

“No way,” gasps Luna in surprise, “I wonder why that is. Maybe something horrible happened to him”

You roll your eyes. “Luna…” you mumble to yourself as you try to lift the edge of the bra to climb, or at least see, out. There’s half-naked girls out there and you’d like to see a little more of each!

“Well,” Cho says with a pleased giggle, “Something did happen, and I know exactly what it is.”