Both?

“Both? What a greedy little bint. I don’t know if we can trust her, Harry.” Hermione chuckled in almost disbelief at the audacity. Her voice carried enough mirth to reassure Luna’s terror, but it still felt like the world around them was being sucked away at the thought of them rejecting her. What Luna didn’t know was her challenge only made Hermione more eager. Brats like Luna with a little fight were always the best to break. Hermione was so eager that without a word she ripped off Luna’s soaked panties, the elastic inside tugging on her pussy before they finally snapped, and threw it off the bed where it landed somewhere with a splat.

“She’ll be a good girl, won’t you doll?” Harry reassured both of them, while with a flick of his wand he silently casted a quick spell that had both of Luna’s legs tied to the bed boast with some loose sheets that formed into impromptu ropes. It was something he obviously had a lot of experience in as with a discerning eye he loosed the left rope, making sure it was tight enough to be noticeable but not enough to hurt. In between he also took the time to shove an extra pillow underneath Luna’s rump to add some support and slightly raise her ass a little to a more appropriate angle that exposed her cute little butthole. It was a pretty seashell pink that made Hermione feel a little drool form as she imagined sucking on it with Harry's cum leaking out.

“If not, we can make sure to teach her.” Harry made sure to punctuate his statement with a slap to Luna’s thighs, hard enough to leave a red mark. Luna screamed out as a few more were applied, with a couple of them landing dangerously close to her weeping pussy lips. Harry didn’t have his crop or any toys so he couldn’t apply as much **** as he would’ve liked, but it was a nice hint of what's to come. Hermione was busy even as she watched, reaching over towards the bedside where she found a bottle of lube, a very special kind with a few potions mixed in, and started coating her fingers in the oil.

In the meantime, he walked closer to the bed, so Hermione’s mouth could reach his, the two sharing a kiss before she broke it off and went down towards his cock. She stared at it lovingly for a seconds before with a kiss that looked reserved for someone’s lips, she bent over and sucked down his head. Her tongue teasing his piss hole before she fully wrapped her mouth around it. She sucked on his cock for a few seconds, not out of enjoyment but to apply some lube, but she made sure to take him down her throat a few times. Even as her well trained tonsils tickled and fought back as her throat bulged from the size of him a few times. Once she was done, Hermione needed to **** herself off with how light headed his scent made her, she went back to coating her fingers in lube. The few drops of precome he left her sticking to her tongue in little strings, she spat it onto her hand to add to the mess as she rubbed them together to lube warm enough before she entered.

“I won’t be too bad.” Luna whimpered in a saccharine tone that promised much more as Hermione's gaze was back on her. Hermione didn’t take the bait, instead her pointer and middle finger found Luna’s asshole, and started to carefully massage the rim. The pads of her finger the only thing dipping every so slightly in. Luna let out a strangle gasp as her whole body felt like a guitar string being vibrated. Her feet tugging at their restraints and goosebumps trailing down her spine, despite how surprisingly warm the lube felt.

“Loyalty’s all I care about. If you're going to be fat with his child, I don’t want you playing any games. No other boys. No doubts or questions. You’re ours.” Hermione growled as she dipped a finger, then a second one in. Her anal ring flexed trying to push her out but Hermione patiently kept rubbing back and forth. Watching as Luna relaxed, before digging in deeper each time. The lube dripped down, doing nothing to cool the simmering heat that seemed to be building.

“Your body, your mind, we own it.” Harry spoke up, his hand gliding across his cock as he watched the show before him. While he enjoyed it, that didn’t stop him from glancing Hermione’s way, an unseen look being passed between them. She was confident, powerful, and in control. He was so very proud of her, but he noticed the shake in her hands and unsteady breaths she needed to take. Hermione had gone a long way since that girl in the library who couldn’t even kiss him on the cheek without needing to glance both ways for any onlookers. Now the two of the soiled chairs and books below them with the fluids they produce, while the librarian watched one and licked it clean. But as strong as she had become, there were remnants of that scared girl that likes to poke through. This night was about Hermione just as much as Luna. If she could handle another girl. If she could was ready for the next step.

“Tomorrow morning after we’re done fucking you raw, we're going to get matching brands and you're going to thank Harry for his generosity.” Hermione continued, her voice husky with repressed lust and emotions as she continued the game now with all the encouragement she needed. Matching brands. Matching piercings. Even matching breasts augmented with potions. So many expensive and wonderful gifts Harry planned for his girls. Hermione was almost just as terrified as she was excited for the others. If Luna hadn’t rushed the plan by entering their bed, she would’ve gotten in after Tonks or Ginny.

“Thank you mistress.” Luna teased, knowing she would get further punishments for this back talk. Unsurprisingly, Hermione took it worse than Harry who just laughed. To get her **** on her future sister wife, Hermine made sure to silently cast a stinging hex that landed right on her clit causing the little bint to cry out. Fortunately the potion’s in the lube were already hard at work acting as an edema and muscle relaxer, helping to speed up the whole process and forming a glowing warm In Luna’s stomach that made her feet and lower spine twitch. Soon Hermione can watch her get stretched and bred. Soon she’ll see if Luna’s capable of back talk after Harry breaks her.

“No more shoes ever again.” Hermione harshly whispered in Luna’s ear at the same time as her fingers covered in lube, pulled out of Luna’s newly stretched ass. Hermine watched proudly as the hole clenched, begging to be filled again like a hungry mouth. Luna didn’t notice. All she could think was that the air around her had been replaced with water, because when she heard those words no matter what she did her lungs wouldn’t fill.

She had been bullied quite cruelly at Hogwarts. She was awkward, more than a little childish, and with her father’s reputation Luna didn’t stand a chance. Of course her refusal to play along with their little power plays didn’t help either. Her bullies didn’t appreciate that every time they made fun of her ratty clothes or dazed look instead of being offended she went into **** detail about the reproductive habits of the crowned Snotling and other mythical creature facts. Baffle them with bullshit as Harry liked to say. Although Harry was a hero, her hero. He was used to fighting bullies. Luna saw it differently. If she was reciting facts then she wasn’t listening, and if she couldn’t hear them then she wouldn’t cry.

They quickly got bored with insults, except behind her back, and moved to pranks. Thankfully nothing more complicated than a stinging hex. It was shocking how little imagination the so-called smartest house had; if the Weasley twins had targeted her she didn’t think she would’ve survived. Instead they stole her clothes. Luna didn’t know how it started. Maybe in the shower. Maybe someone saw a shirt or skirt they liked. Whatever the case, having to wear the same underwear for several days wasn’t something she could ignore. Neither could she pretend to be fine when she lost points for shivering too loud in front of Snape, since of course the class was in a dungeon and of course she only had a pair of shorts on instead of anything warmer.

It was the shoes that bothered her the most though and they knew that. Shoes were expensive. She only had two pairs and couldn’t rummage a donation bin for more, not with how dainty her feet were. They were half the size of Hermione’s when she offered a pair, and she had remarked Luna needed a kids size instead of an adult one. The castle's floors were also cold, although thankfully supernaturally clean, and she had very sensitive feet that didn’t appreciate how many sharp rocks she found. But it was more than the physical discomfort. Taking her shoes was admitting defeat. That she was the dumb loony bitch everyone thought she was. That the only reason anyone cared about her was because she was good at spreading her legs. It was a cruel request and a very deliberate one, taking advantage of a weakness she had only ever shared with Harry and Hermione. When Luna finally processed it, she thought she was going to cum right there and then despite having nothing inside her.

“No more shoes.” Luna whispered back, her pale baby blue eyes wide like she was experiencing a religious enlightenment rather than a fat cock dangling precariously so close yet so far away. Those inches dividing her hot flesh from his felt like miles from her new husband. They didn’t say anything about marriage, they didn’t even say anything concrete about being anyone’s girlfriend, but Luna knew. This was her life now. Barefoot and pregnant, just a slutty little doll for them to play and break.

“She’s ready for you.” Hermione smiled down at Luna with equal parts love and pride even though her words were for Harry. Luna didn’t need them. She already knew her place. But before they could start, Hermione couldn’t help but kiss Luna gently on the forehead. It wasn’t sexy or drawn out. It was so fast it felt like a butterfly landing on her brow. But with that little intimate moment done, Hermione’s eyes hardened and without a word she turned around and sat on top of Luna’s face.