Perfectly Natural

"You look just like Billy Joe. Only taller. And prettier."

I had walked in on him pumping Green Day and making sweet love to my full-length mirror. He was pouting and mugging like a rock star. He was wearing my makeup.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Sheer pink lip-gloss. Smokey black shadow. My favorite thickening mascara. His jet black hair was wild. Spikey. I wanted to shag him right there. But I would settle for licking. Licking was definitely on the top of my list.

"So, what are you doing here?" What was he doing anywhere? No one had heard from him in three years. Not a phone call. Not a letter. Now, here he was standing barefoot in my bedroom, faded jeans riding low on his hips. A pack of fags rolled in the sleeve of his t-shirt. A bit cliché, but I suppose it worked.

"Um, well, I just came to say hello."

"Hello, Harry Potter." The boy who lived. The boy who saved us all. The man who seemed lost to himself after the destruction of his nemesis. As if being a hero was all there was. All he was. As if, for him, magic only existed to destroy. Kill. So after it all ended he had left, he said, "to find something good in the world." Apparently he had also found fetishism and a thing for muggle music. "Are you wearing my underwear?"

"Uh, yeah. Do you mind?"

"No." I walked to him. Looked him over. He stared down at me, something of an evil smirk staining his lips. I'd never seen that look before. I shoved my hand into his hair and pulled down, bringing his lips to mine. The appeal of my gloss on his lips had faded. The taste undesirable. I pulled away.

"I like my men pretty," I said as I kicked my shoes off and shimmied onto my extra thick mattress. "Now, let's see those panties."

Harry obeyed, unzipping his pants and revealing a pair of pink satin knickers with white lace trim. But I like the word panties.

"Mmm, that's sexy. Excellent choice."

"You have impeccable taste, love." He shucks his pants and tosses them onto a nearby chair. I can't say I was shocked by his presence in my home, or his obvious taste for kink. I'm rarely ever shocked by anything. I think I'd always wanted him. Understood him. He always seemed to accept me. When no one else could or would. So it seemed natural, actually. That this would happen. That he would come to me. That he would stand partially nude in my bedroom wearing my panties and my makeup. Perfectly natural.

"Take off your shirt." It also seemed natural that I would take charge. That he would trust me. That I would never judge him.

Again, he obeyed. He lifted his shirt over his head--careful not to muss his makeup--and threw his shirt over his pants. He revealed a tattooed shoulder and a sinewy chest scarred with spell damage. I beckoned for him to come closer. He stood beside my bed, his hardness straining against the delicate silk satin fabric of my panties. How I wanted to throw him on the bed and rip those panties from his crotch. But I refrained, preferring, instead, to lengthen our pleasure. Harry looked down on me with lust filled eyes. He shuddered when I ran my nails along the seam of his pelvis. I placed my mouth on his crotch and breathed warm, moist air onto his manhood. Again, he shuddered.

"Why are you here, Harry?" I whispered between kisses and licks to his slightly hairy abdomen. He pushed me onto my back and climbed on top of me. Covered my mouth with his, while unbuttoning my blouse.

"Because, I knew...knew you would understand." I did understand. I understood that I was the only one who wouldn't ask where he'd been. The only one who could see his dark side. The only one who accepted it.

My shirt was off, now. His tongue moistened the tender skin of my breasts. His hands squeezed the meaty flesh of my buttocks. I was ready. He began to slip my panties down his hips.

"No...leave them on," I said and reached into the bedside table for a condom. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he slowly rolled the single greatest muggle invention ever onto his erect penis.

"I hope you have more of these, Lovegood. I'd like this to be an all nighter." Somehow, it aroused me even more when he used my last name. I opened myself to him and he entered me. He was inside of me and I wanted to burn up. I wanted to scream his name and I did. We were riding a wave to ecstasy. And when we reached the crest he cried out. Cried my name. And collapsed beside me.

"It was the panties."

"I think so." His body was dewy with sweat. I entwined my fingers in his chest hairs, and he looked completely beautiful right then. Green eyes glittering. A contented smile curling the edges of his lips.

"Look, Luna," he said, turning to catch my eye, " I thought that maybe we could--"

"Harry, it's okay. I'm here whenever you need me." He laid back. Shook his head.

"I love you, Luna," he said with a laugh.

"Hmm, I'm pretty sure you don't." I laughed, too. Actually, I was pretty sure he did. What other witch would let him screw her while he wore her panties and listened to loud muggle music? But I didn't need a savior today.

"Maybe tomorrow?"

"Maybe tomorrow."