The Apple Trees

Luna is skipping along and literally runs into Harry Freakin' Potter. Oops. "Oh. Hello Harry," she says happily as if she didn't just clumsily bump into him.

Oh, what fortune Luna Lovegood had to bump into the one person who could pleasure her most at Hogwarts. "Hey Luna," he replied. His penis is as at the same angle as the broom in my icon. "Good holiday?"

"Mhm. I went to Sweden to look for Snorkacks with my dad, though we didn't find them. Not this time," she says with a sigh. She shrugs because now she's with Harry and he really knows how to use a broom apparently.

You know it. McGoogles, Oliver Wood, Ludo Bagman, Viktor Krum, and more have all commented on Harry's mad skillz with a broomstick. "Ah, well, maybe you'll find them next summer," he said. He had never really believed in that stuff, but whatever. "Mine was horrible, but what do you expect from my aunt and uncle?" He sighed. "How have your first days back been?"

Luna frowns. Stupid Dursley's. "My first few days back have been alright. I met some of the new students, and caught up with some of my friends. I have a feeling this year is going to be tough now that I have O.W.L.s to focus on."

"That's great! And about OWLs--I'm sure you'll do fine. I did, and you're much smarter than me! I have to worry about NEWTs this year. That'll be tough." He picks an apple from the nearest tree and definitely did not start eating it seductively. But if he was, that's what Luna would be able to experience. "And I have to worry about Quidditch too. I never get to fly during the summer. It'll be great to get out there and score again."

Luna greams at the compliment. "You didn't get to fly at all during the summer? That must have been tough for you. I've never actually flown a broomstick before," she said with a sigh because Luna is a virgin...And she never has been on a broomstick before...

"Really? Not even at flying lessons in first year?" Harry was flabbergasted. "I can teach you if you want. You can ride mine."

"Really?" she asks nervously. Harry had a really big broom. And it was probably really hard as well. "That would be nice of you, I suppose."

"It'll be fine, I promise," Harry said reassuringly. He gave Luna a once over because he's Harry Freakin' Potter and he has license to do that. Suck it! No, really. Anyone can suck Harry, it's cool. I MEAN WHAT? Anyway, Luna's bludgers were real knockouts. Get it? I used bludgers as a term for boobs and I made a pun. No big deal. "We'll take it slow. We won't have a hard ride until you've gotten used to the broom."

Luna doesn't notice Harry Potter check her out because she's Luna and doesn't notice these things. "Okay! That sounds really fun. This is awfully nice of you. I can imagine you must be busy with homework and practice and stuff, so I really appreciate you doing all of this for me," she says with a sweet innocent smile. Harry's broom was probably really sweet...

Harry Fucking Potter eats lots of pineapple, m'dear. "No problem, Luna! You're one of my best friends, after all. Maybe I'll even teach you how to score!" Harry leaned back and his muscles looked really hot, as always. They'd always be better than Rolf's. In fact, Harry would probably have sex on a thestral better than Rolf ever could. YES, I WENT THERE. "So, have you met any new people?"

Luna sort of checks out Harry, though she'd like him better if he was a girl. But she'll admit he's hot. Really hot. Her face lights up as Harry refers to her as one of his best friends. Having a lot of friends was a new concept for her. "I met this guy named Caradoc. From America. He seems nice. I talked to Cedric too. I never actually met him before. Puffs really aren't that bad once you get to know them."

Harry raised his eyebrows. "From America? Really? That's a long way to come." Teehee. What if like, a cum cannon shot all the way across the Atlantic Ocean? I'm done now... "Oh, and how is the spare Cedric? I haven't talked to him since the Triwizard Tournament," Harry said.

Milli is being a creep while creeping behind a tree where she will not be found. I figure she should be a creepy stalker who stalks Harry by now.

I LOVE YOU BOTH SO MUCH

Luna grins. "He was really nice. He's excited about Quidditch this year since he's the captain and all that. Think Gryffindor has a chance this year? Cedric is really nice, but you're obviously the better seeker."

Viktor is chilling here. He has his sunglasses on, I guess, because Eowyn wanted a picture and there are not too many of Stan. But I found this one and it makes me happy.

Caradoc walks out and sees Viktor, waves and grins. He's wearing a solid white shirt unbuttoned all the way, with red and white plaid shorts to match, and killer shades, that happen to match Viktor's. "Hey there, dude, how's it hangin' man?"

Viktor notices the shades. Viktor likes. "Hey," he said happily as he smiled at Rad who is looking quite smokin' today as usual, but more so now that his shirt is unbuttoned. "Nothing new here." Because I just left you at the hallway and Luna hasn't been on to have Viktor do anything else with Viktor.

"Sweet shades," he commented, pulling off his own to better check out his friend. "So, seen that guy that was bothering you since yesterday? If he's still giving you shit, I'd be happy to uh, teach him a lesson! It's been a while since I got to do some real teachin' of my own," he chuckled.

"Thanks. Yours too," he said, leaving his glasses on just in case Caradoc is all oiled up. Viktor doesn't want to go blind so the shades are very useful right now. "I haven't seen him actually, but if he does I'll be sure to let you know," he laughed.

"Awesome, there's this new wrestling hold I've been meaning to try out for a while, but haven't had the opportunity! Hey, you don't wrestle at all, do you? You're about the only one almost big enough and halfway muscular to stand a chance taking me on," he teased, leaning against a tree and if he were Sirius, he'd flex, but he isn't, so he doesn't need to-- he knows he's damn fine without the flexing anyway.

Halfway. Pssshhhh. Viktor smirks. "I guess I do every now and then," he said with a shrug. "This might surprise you, but not everyvon is talented at everything like you," he teased because every time they talk, Viktor finds out about another of Caradoc's talents.

Caradoc would just love to show Viktor some of his talents... "Sweet, wanna go? Right now?" he suggested, eager to get a feel for Viktor's body in a totally platonic, normal, un-bro-code violating way. "Also, I'm not talented at EVERYTHING. I can't cook. See? Even I have flaws! I was just telling your roommate Remus, I have no idea how to do so much as make TOAST. I burn it, every time. I can't make a PB & J, I always put too much PB, or too much J. I can't boil water right, either, somehow. And this one time, with ready-mix brownies, I set the oven on fire. I don't know how I did that, either," he laughed, tossing his shirt into the dirt. "So how about it, up for a little fun?"

Viktor laughed as he unbuttoned his shirt to take it off because you just can't wrestle with a shirt on. "Vell, there's something I can do. I can make some Bulgarian dishes, and anything vith a recipe really," he says as he drops his shirt to the ground. Oh- I guess he should take off his sunglasses too. Don't want those to get broken. "I vouldn't mind a little fun right about now," he says with a smirk.