Harry woke up with the sun in his eyes. He sat up and rubbed them before realizing how wrong that was. At the Burrow, Mrs. Weasley didn't like to let anyone sleep in without a reason, even her guests.
He fumbled with his glasses and clothes, pulling them on and picking his wand up from where he dropped it last night. All that done, he hurried to the door.
Just before pulling it open, he noticed how quiet his room was. There was absolutely zero sound from outside the door. As he focused on it, he sensed traces of his own magic.
Harry frowned. It was another new occurrence since hitting his second puberty: he could sense magic around him to some extent. That sense was telling him that his silencing spell from the night before was still active.
He opened the door and noises instantly reached him of voices talking and silverware hitting plates.
He jogged downstairs to find breakfast well underway. Mrs. Weasley noticed him first, crossing her arms.
"Harry!" she said. "Finally up, are you?"
She sounded a tad cross. Harry smiled awkwardly. "Yes, Mrs. Weasley. I'm surprised you let me sleep in."
"Not like I had a choice," said the redheaded matriarch. "Couldn't open the door an inch, and no matter how much I banged on it you wouldn't stir."
Harry blinked. It seemed the one-directional locking charm he'd cast had stuck around, too. He wasn't used to his spells lasting this long. Thankfully he'd chosen a charm that still let you exit the room, otherwise Ginny would've been trapped in his room with no clothes at all. That would've been a difficult one for them to try and explain.
Speaking of the redhead, she was at one end of the crowded table, sitting beside a blond who certainly hadn't been there the night before. Harry walked over and sat down opposite them.
As he settled into a chair, Ginny winked saucily at him. Beside her, the newcomer observed Harry with spacey blue eyes.
"Good morning, Harry," said Luna Lovegood. "Did the Nargles keep you up last night?"
Harry cleared his throat. "Err, something like that."
Ginny laughed. Harry busied himself pulling cold pancakes onto his plate, not much caring about the temperature when it finally came time to bite in.
"Harry," said an accented voice, and he looked up to find Fleur Delacour looking at him. "What are your plans after you graduate Hogwarts?"
Despite all the improvements to her English, she still struggled to pronounce Hogwarts properly.
"Oh, well, um…" Harry swallowed his bite of pancakes, not having expected such a heavy question so soon after waking up. "Ron and I have had our eyes set on being Aurors for a while."
"Aurors?" Fleur raised an eyebrow. "That is admirable."
Harry shrugged. "It seemed appropriate, given the things we've had to deal with since starting school."
"I wish you would rethink that," Mrs. Weasley said suddenly. "Just because you've been in plenty of danger is no reason to go looking for more of it, if you ask me."
"Don't you think you are being a bit too nosy?" Fleur asked her. "These are their lives."
Molly scowled.
"You'd know about nosy," Ginny mumbled. "You talk like you've got a stuffy one all the time."
Fleur's gorgeous face turned sharply. "I heard that!"
"I'm not making their decisions for them," Mrs. Weasley insisted, "I just think that they really ought to consider this carefully. Aurors get hurt all the time! I think they deserve a much safer job, is all, after the things they've gone through."
"It might not even be up to me!" Harry said quickly, before the argument could get any worse. "I need certain scores on my O.W.L.s or they won't take me at all. I'm worried about potions."
Fleur turned to him, her anger receding. "I am sure you will do perfectly fine. You are a Triwizard Champion, after all."
"The problem is not me," Harry mumbled, "it's the professor."
But he said this too quietly for most to hear, because he didn't feel like talking about Severus Snape right now. Only Ron, sitting to his right, heard him and offered his silent agreement with a deep frown and nod.
Harry tore into his breakfast. His appetite had been much higher recently. His body seemed to be demanding more fuel, and his new workout routines certainly weren't helping matters.
He was onto his third pancake when he felt something brush against him. Ginny had finished her own food a long time ago, but she was still sitting at the table, looking mischievously at him. A toe brushed against the inside of Harry's thigh, rubbing small circles against his trousers. Harry's eyes widened as it slid higher up, pushing against his balls.
Ron was right beside him, chewing noisily and talking about the Chudley Cannons' newest chaser. Harry looked at Ginny like she was crazy. Ginny just propped her head on her elbows, rubbing him more thoroughly.
She found the outline of his cock. It was growing rapidly, all because of her. Her foot began rising up and down rubbing Harry's shaft, driving him crazy.
"Are you doing quite alright, Harry?" Luna asked. "You look as if a Blibbering Humdinger is constructing a nest between your ears."
"I'm just fine, Luna!" Harry said a little too loudly. Ginny giggled. He forced himself to take another bite of his pancakes. "What are you doing here, by the way?"
"Oh, just visiting," said Luna. "Daddy and I live not that far away you know. Ginny invited me, so I figured I would pay her a visit. It's only right to make sure no Snorcacks have laid claim to the Burrow. If I don't, then who would?"
"Right," Harry said, as Ginny began prodding his swollen lower head. "Who would?"
Again his voice rose sharply at the end. This time, half the table looked at him. He stood up, leaving behind more food than he planned to let go uneaten.
"I'll be exercising!" he said.
He walked quickly toward the door of the Burrow, ignoring the way Ginny had gone from giggling to outright laughing. Bill rose and followed him.
When the two of them entered the yard, the second eldest Weasley boy asked, "You run?"
Harry did a few stretches, mostly to give time for his erection to recede. "I got in the habit recently. It's hard to stay fit with my relatives."
"They don't exercise?" Bill asked.
Harry pictured his frail aunt, fat uncle, and even fatter cousin.
"I think it would kill them," he said honestly.
Bill laughed. "Come on. I'll show you the route I always take."
As the two men started running, Bill explained that he liked to stay fit. Apparently, it was important for Curse-Breakers. As Bill put it:
"It helps your reflexes, to prevent you from accidentally setting off a trap… and it helps with getting away when you finally do set one off."
The path Bill showed him led them around the perimeter of the Burrow, skirting the lawn and the chicken field to add a bit of distance to it. Bill did ten laps before he stopped, panting, and excused himself to go to work. Harry completely another fifteen before he felt his lungs finally give out.
Wiping his sweaty face with part of his robes, he trudged back up to the door of the Burrow, only to find that he had an audience.
Ginny, Hermione and Luna were sitting by the front door on the grass. Ginny whistled as he approached. Hermione was mostly looking at the floor, still wearing robes just as loose as the ones she was in the day before.
Luna was wearing her favorite glasses. They looked like muggle toys, and Harry was certain they were only for style. They had pink rims and bright panes of glass in them. Luna tilted them up by the corner.
"You have quite a lot of muscles," she informed Harry. "I figured I should tell you, in case you hadn't noticed."
Harry realized that when he wiped his sweat, his robes had lifted up, giving the three girls a view of his chiseled stomach. He dropped it, smiling slightly.
"Thanks, Luna," he said.
Luna nodded. "It's no problem at all."
Walking past them, Harry called over his shoulder, "I'm going to take a shower!"
He never saw the smirk on Ginny's lips, or the way she turned to her two friends…
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Like everything that the Weasleys owned, their shower had seen better days. While quite roomy, the wall the shower head was mounted on leaned forward slightly, as if in danger of giving out. The water sprayed into a large porcelain tub which was surrounded just by curtains. The bathroom itself didn't lock, so anyone in the shower was supposed to just shield themselves with the curtain.
It was far from ideal. Harry had already heard from Ron about the many times he accidentally walked in on a brother showering and got more of a view than he bargained for.
Still, Harry had spent enough time at the burrow that he didn't give it too much thought. There was only one bathroom in the entire house. By the time you needed it, you were desperate enough to deal with a bit of embarrassment.
He pulled off his robes, slick with sweat, and stepped into the shower. Harry started the water and let it wash over him, feeling it quickly turn hot.
Just as the water was hitting its hottest, he heard the door open. Soft footsteps padded closer. He didn't pay much attention, until a dainty hand pulled back the curtain.
Quite naked, Luna Lovegood stepped into the shower with him before replacing the curtain.
The tub was a decent size for one person, but cramped for two. Luna paid that no mind, stepping right up against him and feeling up his chiseled muscles.
"Luna what?" Harry finally managed to get out.
Ginny sneaking into his room was one thing. He'd known about the girl's crush for years, he just hadn't done anything about it. But Luna was so unpredictable, he couldn't imagine her being interested in a simple thing like boys.
Luna's small breasts squished against him as she shimmied closer.
"I planned on taking a shower today too," she announced happily.
"With me?" Harry asked incredulously.
"Not specifically. But showers are always more fun with multiple people."
Harry's eyebrows climbed. "You've done this before?"
Sometimes, he worried what this girl got up to at Hogwarts when nobody was keeping an eye on her.
"Not with a boy," Luna admitted. "So this is a bit different. But the Nargles make wonderful suggestions, and they proposed that if I joined you now, we could get dirty and clean all in one go, which seemed extremely efficient."
With that, Luna dropped right to her knees. She sucked greedily at Harry's cock, which had risen straight back up the way it had been at breakfast, spurred on by the naked girl sharing a tub with him.
Luna plunged her head down on him with as little hesitation as Tonks. Her wide, slightly bulging eyes that contributed to her reputation of lunacy looked right up at Harry the entire time, out of focus just the right amount to make it extra arousing. She reached up and caressed his balls as she worked, making him feel even better.
"Luna…" Harry groaned, grabbing her wet blond hair.
She barely heeded the water cascading over them, gulping down his monster cock like a natural. It was incredible, because she was a tiny girl, even smaller than Ginny. Harry couldn't quite understand where she was putting all of him.
Spit and what might have been snot were leaking from her face as she pushed herself so hard, but the water washed it away immediately, allowing her to stay clean. Harry groaned and pushed her head faster, and she took it without hesitation or complaint.
Just as he was certain that he could not take much more, the door opened again.
Harry stiffened. His arms shoved Luna against his crotch, so tight to him that her nose was flattened against his core muscles, and held her there to make no noise.
Whoever had entered was whistling. It sounded like a woman. He heard the toilet lid clink. There was a pause, and then a voice asked, "Who is in there?"
It was Fleur. Harry winced. Luna was still jammed against him, too tight to be able to breathe.
"It's me, Fleur," Harry said.
He heard nothing for a few seconds, and then Fleur said, "I will only be a few seconds. You stay in there now, Harry, and do not peek."
"I won't!" Harry exclaimed, hoping she would really be on her way that quickly.
He peeled his ears as he heard the sounds of her going about her business. A simple chore had never seemed to take longer, and Harry wasn't even the one doing it. Luna was going red. Her natural bug-eyes were halfway closed, although her lips seemed still to be actively sucking at Harry.
As much as he tried to pay attention to Fleur, Harry quickly discovered a new type of pleasure. Something about being sheathed continuously inside Luna's tight, cramped, warm and wet throat was constricting him in a way he could hardly handle. He shuddered. He'd been close before Fleur entered, and now this new pressure was putting him past the edge.
With a groan, he emptied an impressive load deep down Luna's throat. His grip on her hair slipped. She slid off, passing out in the process, and landed against the tub's bottom, unconscious with a pleased smile on her face.
"What was that?" Fleur demanded.
"Nothing!" Harry said, quickly stooping and lifting Luna, to keep her from really choking on the load he dumped in her. "I dropped the soap is all!"
"You are not peeking?"
"No!" said Harry.
"Okay. I believe you, Harry Potter."
As distracted as he was, Harry couldn't help but blink. She didn't exactly sound happy, but rather almost… disappointed?
Fleur left the room soon after. Relieved not to have been caught and wondering how long this good luck could last, Harry helped Luna stand, and her eyes soon fluttered open.
"Are you alright?" Harry asked worriedly.
"Oh, yes," said Luna, smiling in her trademark way. "I just had a long communion with the Nargles. It was good to get the chance to talk to them so clearly. Usually, my eyes and ears are always getting in the way. We discussed Minister Fudge's secret status as a bipedal pumpkin, and at the end, I thanked them for giving me this wonderful idea."
Looking up, she pecked Harry on his cheek.
"Your cock was wonderful to choke on," she informed him.
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