The three of us stumbled into the secluded room, the air thick with the scent of aged wine and the flickering glow of candles. Harry and Ron, their faces flushed with mischief, dragged Luna's limp body towards the four-poster bed. Her tangled ash-colored hair fanned out on the pillow as they laid her down, her pale eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
"Look at her, the drunken Ravenclaw," Harry jeered, his eyes gleaming with amusement.
"She's not the only one who can't handle her drink," Ron retorted, ruffling his red hair. "The boy who lived... and can't take a joke."
Luna started to stir, her mumbled words incoherent and slurred. Harry and Ron exchanged a wicked grin before silencing her with the bottle of wine. Luna's eyes widened in surprise before she succumbed to the drink, her body going limp once again.
We couldn't help but laugh at her sluggish behavior, our playful insults flying back and forth. Harry called me a "red-headed oaf," while I shot back with "the boy who thinks he's a hero." Our banter filled the room, the tension building with each passing moment.
Feeling bold and mischievous, we decided to play a trick on Luna. We undressed her, leaving her in her Ravenclaw uniform robe, pleated skirt, and colored tights. Luna, still unaware of what was happening, was put on all fours. Harry and I positioned ourselves on either side of her.
With a wicked grin, we started to fuck Luna from both sides. Her moan of pleasure was music to our ears, her body moving in rhythm with ours. Our bodies slapped against hers, our pace increasing with each passing moment. Luna's pleated skirt fluttered with each thrust, her uniform becoming a symbol of our forbidden pleasure.
We couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation, our playful insults continuing even as we fucked her. Harry called me a "mudblood," while I shot back with "the boy who can't keep it in his pants." Our banter only heightened our pleasure, our bodies moving in sync with our words.
Luna, now completely lost in pleasure, started to cum. Harry and I followed suit, cumming in Luna. Our bodies still entwined with hers, we caught our breath. We exchanged one last playful insult before getting dressed, our laughter echoing in the dimly lit room.
We left the room, leaving Luna alone and passed out on the bed. We couldn't help but laugh at the memory of our unexpected trick. Luna, waking up the next morning, had no memory of what happened. She shrugged it off, blaming it on the wine.
Harry and I, when we saw Luna the next day, couldn't help but smirk at the memory of our trick. Luna, noticing our smirks, challenged us to a duel. Harry and I, caught off guard, quickly accepted. We soon realized that Luna, despite her drunken state the night before, was a formidable opponent.
The unexpected trick had backfired, but we couldn't help but laugh at the situation. Our playful banter and flirtatious behavior had led to an unforgettable night, one that we would never forget. Luna, the drunken Ravenclaw, had proven to be a worthy opponent, both in and out of the bedroom.
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