Stick with Luna, she'll take good care of you

“No, it’s not that,” you tell Luna earnestly, “I DO want to be with my friends…” And you really do, it’s just a question of which one. Fred & George? You shudder to think what kind of ‘joke’ they could put your diminished size to. Neville? He would certainly mean well, but you can already picture his pet toad sitting contently as a tiny Harry struggles helplessly in its bloated stomach. Hermione? No. Nonono. Nnnnno. Ron? Yeah, because that will keep you REAL far away from Hermione; won’t it? You look up into Luna’s pretty though slightly puzzled eyes. “…It’s just that I want to be with you the most,” you finish with a smile.

Her large eyes sparkle with excitement as they gaze down at you. You watch as she blushes slightly before she replies, “Sure, Harry.” Relieved, you let out a sigh as the rest of the stress from the last couple days just melts away. You’ve got protection; spacey, occasionally hilarious protection. But you couldn’t be happier. “Ginny!” calls Luna happily.

You nod your head up at her thoughtfully. Yes, you’d completely forgotten about Ginny. She probably would have been a fairly safe choice as well. She had been one of Dumbledore’s two choices as your original ‘keeper’ after all.

“Yes, Luna,” calls Ginny’s voice from the far side of the room.

You jump slightly with surprise and whirl around in the direction of the voice. Sure enough, Ginny Weasley is stepping out from behind a curtain separating part of the room. Her fiery red hair hangs damply around her shoulders as if she’d just finished getting a shower. Her attention is focused on her robes which she’s smoothing down to look more presentable. Panic courses though your veins suddenly and you aren’t even sure where it’s coming from but it’s consuming you. A trapped, smothering panic. Before you realize what you’re doing, you’ve turned around and made a **** leap back into the opening at the top of Luna’s robes.

Luna squeaks in surprise but giggles a moment later as you land against her skin towards the bottom of her neck and tumble downward. Why had you done that!? You’ve always gotten along well with Ginny, haven’t you? ‘No!’ a voice in the back of your head screams. You aren’t sure why but somehow you KNOW that you don’t want to be found by the little sister of your best friend.

You tumble helplessly across Luna’s soft skin, only stopping as your legs are embraced by warm, yielding flesh. Getting your bearings quickly, you find yourself up to your waist in Luna’s cleavage. While Luna’s breasts would certainly be impressive at your normal size and are breathtaking at your current size; you realize that the only reason you’ve stopped is that you aren’t really heavy enough for your fall to drive you any deeper between them. You place a hand on each side of you, feeling your fingers sink into the soft flesh as you prepare to push yourself free.

You freeze instantly as Ginny’s voice emanates from just beyond the robe in front of you. “Who were you talking to Luna?” she asks cheerfully.

“Oh,” begins Luna dreamily, “I was just talking to my new booby-buddy.”

“Oh yeah?” Ginny asks playfully, “I didn’t know you had one. So where is he?”

“He was in my hand but now he’s playing with my boobies. I’m not sure if I approve because we haven’t even had a first kiss yet,” she says in such a ‘matter-of-fact’ manner that she could just as easily be telling Ginny what she had for lunch. “But I guess it’s alright because I already told him he could so long as I don’t end up as a booby-mother and I don’t feel his baby stick now like earlier.” Still half wedged between Luna’s softly heaving breasts; your mouth hangs open as she tells Ginny everything. At any moment you expect Ginny to demand to see you.

“Oh, really?” Ginny teases, her voice closer now than a moment ago, “Well, I sure hope he isn’t the jealous sort…” The robe presses in on you suddenly as Ginny’s two massive hands ensnare Luna’s chest; one squeezing each breast. You can hear Luna gasp at the sudden contact.

Ginny’s hands finally release Luna’s boobs but your relief is short lived. No longer restrained by Ginny’s hands, Luna’s breasts expand back to the extent of the bra. The sudden jiggling motion allows the opening below you to widen just enough for you to slide deeper into the soft crevice.

You struggle in their warm embrace, trying to keep the soft flesh from closing back in overtop of you. Your entire body vibrates as a giggle rumbles through Luna’s chest. At least one of you is enjoying this.

“Well, thanks again Luna for the massage,” you hear Ginny’s voice call from somewhere behind Luna now as Ginny heads for the door, “I always appreciate a ‘happy ending.’ You freeze again as you listen, eager, for some reason, to be free of the female Weasley. You hear her footsteps head to the door and a moment later, a squeak announces the doors opening. A long silence follows and the same irrational panic settles over you again. She suspects!

“Luna?” asks Ginny suddenly in an almost accusatory tone.

“Mmhmm?” replies Luna dreamily.

“About your booby-buddy…” begins Ginny, her voice trailing off as she considers a moment. Another long silence follows before she finally continues, “never mind.” With that, the door closes again and you are left alone with Luna.

Relieved to finally be alone again, you let out a long sigh before you begin trying to pull yourself free of Luna’s soft, sweet smelling cleavage. You spend severally minutes pushing and pulling on the yielding flesh around you before you realize that her breast’s hold on your legs is just too complete for you to free yourself. If anything, you may have actually worked yourself even deeper. The gap between her breasts above your head seems to be getting smaller and smaller.

“Uh, Luna!” you call up apologetically. You can’t believe you need to be rescued from a pair of tits. If you ever get out of this situation, you will never ever share this part of the story with Ron. Ever.

“Yes Harry?” You can actually see her head swivel from side to side as if she’d completely forgotten that you were there.

“Little help,” you call up.

“Oh! Sure, Harry,” Luna replies airily as one of her hands reaches down the neck of her robes to get you. You raise your arms up above your head to give Luna better access to pull you free. Instead of reaching into her cleavage to pull you free, however, Luna plants a single finger on top of your head and applies pressure.

“No! Not that kind of help!” cry up as Luna’s single, slender finger pushes you even deeper into her cleavage. Within moments, you are completely enveloped between the soft mounds. Then, just as quickly as the finger had come, it withdraws again; leaving just you, the softest skin you’ve ever felt, and the constant drum of Luna’s heartbeat.

“Hee hee. Harry you kinda tickle in there,” Luna says happily; her voice almost a rumble in your current position. You ignore her. It’s not as if she would hear you now anyway. Instead you focus on working yourself free. You make several attempts to brink up a foot to push yourself back up into the light, but it’s useless. Luna’s skin is too smooth and her breasts are gripping you too securely for your feet to find purchase. Another dreamy giggle jiggles the flesh around you as you work.

On the bright side, struggling in the dark crevice of Luna’s cleavage feels amazing against your naked body and it isn’t long before you find yourself grinding against her right breast more than trying to free yourself. Soon a familiar ache starts to build up in your loins as, again and again, you thrust against the incredibly soft skin. Finally, just as you feel yourself start to reach orgasm, a pair of massive fingers reappears above you.

You growl in frustration as you as plucked from between the full, jiggling orbs and back into the light. Now? She chooses to come to your rescue… now?! :::::groan:::::

“You were tickling me, Harry” Luna says as she wags one finger at you as you dangle upside down from her other hand. Again, she seems to totally ignore the fact that you’re absolutely naked, shrunk, and now sporting a rather painful hard-on.

“Sorry, Luna,” you grumble, only half meaning it.

“That’s alright,” she replies brightly, “I can’t stay mad at my boyfriend.”

You nod in agreement as Luna lays you onto her palm. Yes, you’re experiencing some slight frustration; but this is still better than anything that happened under Hermione’s care. And, how can you possibly remain mad at the big-hearted, blonde beauty in front of you. Fate has really smiled on you toda… ‘boyfriend’? Did she say boyfriend?

You sit up quickly. Luna is now wagging her head from side to side to a tune that only she seems to hear. “Did you say ‘boyfriend’, Luna? Who’s your boyfriend?”

“You are, Harry,” she says without a single glance at you. You are?! How did that happen? You slap your palm to your forehead as you realize your poor choice of words in requesting to stay with Luna.

Well this certainly isn’t going to make things any easier with Cho Chang. ‘Hi Cho, have you met my new boyfriend Harry? He humped by titties.’ No matter how you run the situation through your head, it spirals out of control pretty quickly from there.

“No, no!” you call up as you resist the urge to laugh again. Her eyes turn back towards you with that same look of adorable confusion that she seems to wear in perpetuity. “Uh… about being your boyfriend. You see… I DO want to spend time with you…”

“Me too,” Luna breathes, still misunderstanding. You’ve naked in the palm of her hand after being plucked twice from her breasts which you were humping the shit out of; but now, discussing your ‘relationship;’ Luna’s cheeks flush with color for the first time that you can remember.

‘Be gentle,’ you remind yourself. “Yes… but you see… it’s about Cho Chang,” you begin again.

The moment you mention Cho’s name, Luna’s eyes light up as if she’d just remembered something. “Oh! Right! You’re my first boyfriend so I guess I kinda forgot that part. Thanks Harry,” she says excitedly.

“Uh… sure,” you reply weakly, unsure what exactly you’re being thanked for. Suddenly the hand beneath you lurches causing you to fall on your ass into her palm. Luna’s face looms all the larger as she lifts you up towards it. You watch in rising panic as a small pink tongue slides across her lips to moisten them as you approach. No! Why in Merlin’s name does fate hate you? You’ve finally escaped Hermione’s lower lips to end up at the mercy of Luna’s upper lips? Damn it, maybe you should have stayed with Hermione after all. She would never eat you! You squeeze your eyes shut, expecting at any moment to be tossed inside the beautiful blonds mouth.

The moment passes. So do a few more.

Finally you crack open one eye. Directly in front of you are the biggest puckered lips you’ve ever seen. You inch backwards, trying to see more of Luna’s face than just her enormous pink lips. Luna is holding you up directly in front of her mouth. Her eyes are squeezed tightly shut in apparent anticipation as her puckered lips wait patiently. She’s expecting… a kiss?

A first kiss! You smack your hand to your forehead again. Luna is expecting her first real kiss from her first real boyfriend. Except you aren’t her boyfriend; not a ‘real’ one at any rate. So what’s it gonna be Don Juan? You ARE dying, after all, give the girl a kiss and live a little! OR Is it time to let her experience her first real breakup?