The halls of Hogwarts Castle were dimly lit, the red glow of flickering torches casting long shadows on the stone walls. Harry and Ron, feeling mischievous and slightly drunk after a bottle of firewhisky, stumbled upon a secluded room, its door ajar.
Inside, they found Luna Lovegood, her tangled ash-colored hair splayed out on the floor like a halo. She was fast asleep, her breathing slow and even.
Harry and Ron exchanged a look, both trying to suppress their laughter. "Look at her," Harry said, nudging Ron with his elbow. "She's out cold."
Ron snorted. "She's always been a bit eccentric, hasn't she? I bet she's had one too many love potions."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Love potions? I think it's more likely she's had one too many butterbeers."
Ron chuckled. "Well, whatever it is, she's not going to notice if we have a bit of fun, are she?"
Harry grinned, the idea of a prank too good to resist. "You're right. Let's play a game with her."
Luna stirred, her bulging eyes opening slightly. Harry and Ron tried to quiet their laughter as they lifted Luna's limp body onto all fours.
Luna, still mostly unconscious, muttered something about "seeing things" and "thestrals."
Harry and Ron exchanged a look, both feeling a mix of excitement and guilt. But the feeling quickly passed as they became lost in the moment.
Harry positioned himself behind Luna, lifting her skirt and pulling down her tights. Ron did the same on the other side.
Luna's mouth hung open, and Harry couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt as he entered her. But the feeling quickly passed as he became lost in the moment.
Ron followed suit, and the two of them moved in rhythm, their laughter replaced with heavy breathing.
Luna, still mostly unconscious, muttering something about "flying" and "thestrals" again.
Harry and Ron exchanged a look, both feeling a mix of excitement and shame. But they couldn't stop now.
They continued to move, their bodies slick with sweat. Luna's mouth hung open, and they took turns filling it.
Finally, they both reached their climax, cumming inside Luna. They collapsed onto the floor, their breaths heavy.
Luna stirred, her bulging eyes opening wider. She muttered something about "seeing things" again before passing out.
Harry and Ron quickly dressed and left the room, feeling a mix of excitement, guilt, and satisfaction. They knew they'd crossed a line, but they couldn't help but feel pleased with themselves.
As they walked down the hallway, Harry couldn't shake the feeling that they'd taken advantage of Luna. But Ron's carefree attitude quickly brushed away any doubts.
"She won't remember any of it in the morning," Ron said, clapping Harry on the back. "And if she does, she'll just think it was another one of her strange dreams."
Harry nodded, trying to push away the guilt. But as they walked away, he couldn't help but wonder if they'd gone too far.
The night was young, and there were still plenty of pranks to be had. But Harry couldn't help but feel that this one would haunt him for a long time to come.
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