The deflowering of Harry Potter
Title: The deflowering of Harry Potter [1/4]
Author: idontgiveafaux
Rating: R
Team: Death Eaters
Prompt: Amazement
Word Count: 100 x 6
Summary: Harry relives the nightmare of losing his virginity.
Warnings: (at your discretion) Language
Notes: None
“Hermione Granger, that is the most disgusting thing I have ever heard.”
Hermione grinned and sucked on a carrot stick before biting off the end lazily. “All true,” she replied, enjoying the mixed look of horror and amazement on Harry’s face.
“For seven hours?”
“Yep.”
“Nothing else?”
“Nope.”
“…Seven hours?”
“Yep.”
“I hope you shave down there,” Pansy suddenly announced loudly. “Otherwise I suspect Ron still has hairs stuck in between his teeth now going by the amount you have on your head.”
Harry sputtered with shocked laughter while Hermione picked up her glass and downed the contents in one gulp.
*
“Want another?” she asked Harry, nodding towards his near empty glass. “I know Pansy doesn’t -”
“Pansy does!”
“ - She’s in danger of consuming the entire bar by the end of the night.”
“And what, may I ask, is wrong with that?” Pansy questioned. That afternoon, Harry had met Hermione after work and they had stopped off at a coffee shop on the corner of a main street. It just so happened that they ran into Pansy while they were there who persuaded them to go to the bar down the road ‘just for a quiet Friday drink’.
*
One thing led to another and they were now at their third bar of the night and all near enough as drunk as each other. Draco, Ron and Blaise (Harry’s, Hermione’s and Pansy’s respective partners) had arranged to meet them in half an hours time or so. Apparently they had nipped to a bar after work for a ‘quiet drink’ too.
Hermione rolled her eyes. “Another?”
“Brandy and coke please,” Harry replied.
“Gin and tonic,” said Pansy. “But tell them to go easy on the tonic.”
“Would you just like the tonic kept in the bottle to pour yourself?”
*
Pansy thought about this for a very long moment. “No, forget the tonic, I’ll just have the gin. A couple of doubles, if you don’t mind.”
Hermione raised her eyebrows at Harry. “You know you’re going to be the one holding her hair back when she’s sick, don’t you?”
“No I’m not!” Harry laughed.
“I’m not going to be sick,” Pansy replied. “If we’re going to see anybody’s lunch tonight it’ll be yours, Hermione.”
“Don’t be foul,” said Hermione, getting up to get the drinks.
“It’s true, you cannot handle your drink at all!” Pansy said with a loud laugh.
When Hermione returned from the bar carrying a tray of drinks, Harry and Pansy were in deep animated discussion.
“I’m not telling you that.”
“Come on, I told you something about me!” Pansy pleaded.
“Yes, but I didn’t want you to tell me that you get your pubic hair trimmed into the shape of a heart every fortnight,” Harry retorted.
“Is this something I need to be hearing?” Hermione asked rhetorically.
“I want Harry to tell me about the first time he had sex with Draco!” Pansy explained.
Hermione snorted. “I can see why you’re keeping quiet about that one, Harry!”
*
“What? SHE knows?” Pansy exploded. “That’s it, you have to tell me now! I know it’s a big deal because Draco tried to fob me off with some little romance story about how he laid roses on the bed and carried you upstairs in his arms.”
“He expected you to believe that?” Harry asked in amusement.
“I know, foolish,” Pansy replied dismissively and then slapped him on the knee a couple of times. “Now come on! Tell me!”
“No.”
“Hermione you tell me!”
“Okay -”
“Wait!” Harry shouted. “I’d rather tell it than have Hermione drag out the uncomfortable parts.”
Title: The deflowering of Harry Potter [2/4]
Author: idontgiveafaux
Rating: R
Team: Death Eaters
Prompt: Amazement
Word Count: 100 x 10
Summary: Harry relives the nightmare of losing his virginity.
Warnings: (at your discretion) Language
Notes: None
Harry was ashamed to admit to his sex-expert boyfriend that he was a virgin. And if taking it up the arse was included, then Harry was a virgin twice. It’s not like he hadn’t tried. There were plenty of girls who were willing to spread their legs for the boy-that-lived but Harry couldn’t get hard for any of them and the thought of shagging a bloke hadn’t crossed his mind. Hadn’t crossed his mind until seeing a certain blonds bare chest glistening from the Summer-soaked rays captured his attention and temporarily captured his breath. Six months later, they were together.
*
And it was at this moment, exactly six months since he had seen Draco bare-chested at the park that Harry found himself in Draco’s apartment, sipping wine from the glass that Draco generously kept refilling every other minute and being very much aware that Draco had stopped drinking quite a while ago.
Harry gestured to his glass. “Trying to get me wasted?” he joked.
Draco smiled. “Something like that.”
“Are you not having any more?”
“Nope. Gotta keep my strength up for later.” Draco grinned knowingly and Harry feebly smiled back, before gulping down the entire contents of his glass.
*
“Impressive!” said Draco, getting up from the sofa.
“More?” asked Harry quietly. Draco looked confused and Harry flushed with sheer embarrassment. Fuck. Draco had thought he finished the wine so readily so they could get to fucking quicker when in actual fact, he had finished his wine so readily because he needed all the dutch courage he could muster before telling Draco that he had never slept with anyone before.
“May I have some more please?” Harry said, hating the way his throat felt hoarse and his voice sounded pathetic. Draco rolled his eyes slightly but still smiled at Harry fondly nonetheless.
*
“You know,” said Draco, reaching for the bottle and topping Harry’s glass up. “If this were anybody else, I’d think they were stalling.”
Harry didn’t think it were possible to blush anymore but he felt his cheeks get hotter regardless. “Stalling?”
“Mmm.” Draco set the bottle back down on the glass table and flopped down next to Harry. “But because it’s you I just know it’s because you’re a bumbling, awkward idiot,” he grinned.
“Thanks,” Harry replied sarcastically and then visibly flinched when he felt Draco’s hand on his shoulder. He set his glass down on the table.
*
“I have to go.”
“What?” said Draco quickly. “Why? Was it the awkward idiot thing? I didn’t mean it -”
“It’s not that,” Harry interrupted, getting up from the sofa. “I just… forgot I had plans.”
“What plans?”
Harry racked his brains. “…Meeting Hermione.”
Draco looked out of the window at the darkened sky pointedly. “Now?”
“We’re going out… to a club.”
Draco looked quite crushed and if it were not for the sheer mortification at the thought of Draco’s laughter ringing in his ears for years to come when he told him he hadn’t done It, Harry would have admitted the truth.
He hadn’t contacted Draco and Harry wasn’t expecting to be contacted by him. He’d utterly blown it and for the millionth time since he fled from Draco’s apartment a couple of nights ago, Harry berated himself for not coming clean. So it was on Wednesday morning, sitting at his work desk and checking his emails that he found himself spilling hot coffee into his lap and jumping up with a wounded yelp when he spotted a message from D.M. Cleaning himself with the aid of a quick spell, he sat back down and clicked on the message nervously.
*
Harry!
I saw you walking down the street the other day and do you know what I said? I said, ‘hey, there sure looks like someone who could do with cheering up!’ Harry, I am going to cheer you up. I am offering you the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to own a piece of happiness. For $69.99 you too can be the proud owner of a genuine amulet…
Harry clicked on the delete button and if there was ever a time that he preferred letters over emails, it was now, so that he could have had the satisfaction of ripping it up.
*
So disheartened by the email that never was, Harry became engrossed into his work in a foul mood. It didn’t deter him from doing his job properly, on the contrary, the brief flurry of excitement he had felt and had been crushed instilled him with a hardened shell and he growled at clients he would have normally had to suck up to and found his new technique did wonders for getting contracts signed quicker. His mobile phone rang and without even bothering to look at the caller, Harry picked it up from his desk and flipped it open.
“What?”
*
“’What’ yourself!”
Harry’s mouth went dry. “Draco?”
“You sound amazed.”
“No… It’s just… you know how to operate a phone?” The butterflies in Harry’s stomach returned when he heard Draco laugh heartily on the other end of the phone.
“So the old Harry Potter has decided to make a reappearance? Well I’m glad, although I will miss the other Harry. The one that makes outlandish excuses and then takes off in the middle of the night without so much as a goodbye.”
“About that,” Harry mumbled. “I’m sorry.”
“Sorry you made up such a shit excuse or sorry we didn’t shag?”
*
Harry’s voice dropped to a whisper. “What?”
“Harry, are you a virgin?”
“No!”
“Okay, let me rearrange that sentence. Harry, you are a virgin.”
“What… makes you say that?” Harry asked in hushed tones. Draco sighed and Harry could almost see him doing it in front of him.
“It’s pretty obvious, Harry,” he replied. “I said the word cock and you practically wet yourself.”
“No I never!” Harry cried. Remembering where he was, he lowered his voice again. “That’s not true.”
“Regardless of whether I may or may not have found urine on my carpet, are you a virgin?”
Title: The deflowering of Harry Potter [3/4]
Author: idontgiveafaux
Rating: R
Team: Death Eaters
Prompt: Amazement
Word Count: 100 x 11
Summary: Harry relives the nightmare of losing his virginity.
Warnings: (at your discretion) Language
Notes: None
Pansy had tears streaming down her face and Hermione, either finding what she knew to be Harry’s most embarrassing moment funny now that she was drunk or amused by Pansy’s reaction was giggling too. Harry glared at them both crossly. He’d had as much as alcohol as them (well, as much as Hermione at least) and he wasn’t finding it the tiniest bit humorous.
“I’m not telling you any more,” he snapped.
“No, please!” Pansy begged between howled laughter. “Please don’t stop!”
“Harry, you’ve started telling it now, you might as well finish,” Hermione reasoned. Pansy nodded in enthusiastic agreement.
Harry’s heart was pounding in his chest and he tried his hardest to fight against the violent urge he had to vomit. Two days since Draco had called and Harry was back at his apartment after meeting up for a couple of drinks in a bar. He had been quite relaxed there, allowing himself to fully enjoy the company of Draco and forgot about what was expected of him later. Until it was time to leave of course, at which point the started to feel sick and he stuffed his hands in his pocket so Draco couldn’t see them shaking.
*
“Relax.”
“I am relaxed.”
“You’re clearly not,” Draco replied to a rigidly-seated Harry.
“This is how I always sit,” Harry snapped. Draco couldn’t stop himself from smirking.
“You know, you never cease to amaze me, Harry. How can you agonise this much over something as trivial as sex?”
Harry blushed. “And I love it when you blush!” Draco added.
“I’m not blushing,” Harry snapped again. “And I’m not agonising over anything either! Especially not sex.”
“Great,” Draco replied with a crocodile-smile. “Bedrooms that way.”
Harry swallowed, but nodded and smiled. “Great.” He turned on his heel and led the way.
*
Harry gasped as he walked into the room before his lips formed a crooked grin. “You sleep in this room!?”
“This is for you, obviously,” Draco said testily. “I wanted to make you feel more at home, but believe me Harry, the minute I’ve turned you into a rampant slut the colour scheme is going right back to normal!” He spotted Harry’s expression and sighed. “I’m joking! Relax.” He took Harry’s hand in his and led him to the bed in the centre of his Gryffindor-coloured bedroom.
“Harry,” Draco said softly, “We can take this as slow as you want.”
*
“Good. Okay,” Harry replied automatically. With a quick swipe of his hand, he removed his glasses and set them down on the bed next to him, feeling extremely self-conscious that the lenses were steaming up. Draco smiled at him but made no move so then with all the courage Harry could muster, he leant in towards him and kissed him on the lips.
…He wasn’t sure what he was meant to do now but Draco had the next part sorted out and all of a sudden all of Harry’s fears slipped away as he felt Draco’s hands on his chest.
*
The heat and the passion and just the actual closeness of being with someone he was insanely attracted to took over and suddenly Harry knew exactly what he was doing, ripping off his shirt and as soon as Draco did the same, Harry pushed him onto his back and dove on top of him, attacking his lips with his own, parting them open and exploring Draco’s hot mouth with his tongue. Their chests were rubbing and writhing against each other and Harry knew this was what he wanted because he had never been so fucking hard in his entire life.
*
Suddenly, Harry felt Draco’s hands snake behind his back and he found himself being rolled over. He felt a crunch underneath him and he winced. Draco, who was straddling and looking down wickedly at him, sighed and his features became wearied. “Harry, it’s okay to switch from being on top, you know.”
“It’s not that,” said Harry, pushing him up and removing his broken glasses from underneath him.
Draco took them from him and set them down on the bedside cabinet. “For future record, it’s safer to put them there rather than on the bed.”
“Duly noted,” Harry replied.
*
Harry wrestled with his belt and became furious when it wouldn’t unbuckle.
“Let me help you with that,” said Draco, reaching down to do it for him.
“I can do it,” snapped Harry, slapping his hands away. He tugged at it again and let out a frustrated cry when it wouldn’t unbuckle. “Pass me my wand.”
“Harry, I can easily do -”
“Give me my wand!”
Draco pressed his lips together as though swallowing back a retort and leaned over to grab Harry’s wand and passed it to him. Spitting out the words as if they were poison, Harry cast his spell.
*
Whether it was the ferocity of his command or just Draco being unfortunate enough to be straddling him at the time Harry wasn’t sure, but the belt snapped in two and one end smacked Draco with a stinging slap across the cheek.
Harry brought his hands to his mouth. “I am so sorry.”
Draco shook his head, though his cheeks had tinged a pale pink and his eyes glistened with water. “No harm done.” He got from on top of Harry long enough to remove his jeans and boxers while Harry did the same before climbing back on top of him.
*
“What about protection?” gasped Harry.
Draco looked around pointedly. “Who do you expect to be coming?”
“…Both?” Harry replied, looked confused and Draco sighed, got from on top of him once more and grabbed his wand. Casting masses of wards and protection charms around the room, Draco turned to him. “Satisfied?”
“…I was talking about condoms.”
“Oh… Oh,” replied Draco, looking embarrassed. “Yeah, here.” Opening a draw, he pulled out a box. He turned to Harry and said, “And just so you know, that little uncomprehending moment wasn’t a sign of my stance on safe sex or anything.”
*
“Draco, relax,” said Harry. Realising what he’d just said he threw him a small smile. “You’re in shock! You’ve just been slapped across the face with a belt.”
“I’d much prefer it across my arse.”
“Mmm… that’s something we can both try.”
“Not nervous?”
“Fuck no. I’ve had the hint of the appetiser and now I want to devour the main course.”
“Then what are we waiting for!?”
“Hold on!” replied Harry. “Protection?”
Draco grinned and shook the box. “Check.”
“Protection?” Harry repeated.
Draco rolled his eyes but continued to grin nonetheless and looked to the doors and windows. “Check!”
Title: The deflowering of Harry Potter [4/4]
Author: idontgiveafaux
Rating: R
Team: Death Eaters
Prompt: Amazement
Word Count: 100 x 6
Summary: Harry relives the nightmare of losing his virginity.
Warnings: (at your discretion) Language
Notes: None
Pansy had fallen off her chair and looked like she was having trouble breathing, something which Harry found only mildly placating. No matter how hard the other two laughed, his stance on the most mortifying moment of his life had not distorted, even though they had now drunk so much they couldn’t get their words out without slurring. He spotted Draco at the door and stood up and waved him, Ron and Blaise over. “They’re here at last,” he said.
Pansy seemed to sober up pretty quickly at this. “What?” she said in agonised tones, getting up from the floor.
*
“But you haven’t finished!” she protested. Grabbing the front of Harry’s shirt, she pleaded, “We haven’t got to the deflowering yet! Come on, quickly tell me the rest before Draco comes!”
“Tell you the rest of what before Draco comes?” came a sharp voice from behind her.
Pansy winced and looked behind her. “There’s gonna be fireworks…” she muttered, sitting back down in her seat. Ron and Blaise pulled up chairs next to her and Hermione while Harry and Draco remained standing facing one another.
“I was just telling her about the time you and I first did it.”
*
Draco chuckled and sat down. “Well, it’s a relief that she’s finally got me to stop telling the story, I must say!”
“What!?” Harry exploded. He was unsure of which one to lay into first. He went with Draco. “You’ve told her?”
“Yeah, I tell her all the time,” said Draco nonchalantly.
Harry’s mouth dropped open. “I can’t believe you, Draco!”
“Hermione knows too!” Pansy piped up.
Draco swivelled his neck around so fast it was a wonder to Harry that it didn’t snap. He glared at Hermione with ice in his eyes. “What?”
“I… I… don’t know anything, really,” Hermione stammered.
*
“Wait, is this the same time that Draco got slapped in the face with Harry’s belt and when Harry asked him about protection he cast charms everywhere?” Ron sniggered. Hermione closed her eyes and Harry shook his head urgently at Ron.
“Draco, why have I never heard those parts from you before?” said Pansy.
“It wasn’t exactly my best moment,” Draco replied stiffly.
“I can’t believe you told her anything!” fumed Harry.
“Likewise!” roared Draco.
“So seeing as how it’s all in the open, Harry, did you really not know what Draco’s vibrator was?” Blaise asked innocently.
“What?” gasped Harry.
*
Pansy was making threatening cutthroat gestures at Blaise who, upon seeing them, began to backtrack furiously. “I meant because… well… it’s quite a common mistake, isn’t it?”
“Harry, I’ve never heard that before!” Hermione exclaimed.
“Me neither!” Ron interjected for good measure.
“So it seems that you’ve been giving your friends quite favourably edited highlights of what actually happened!” Draco snapped.
“As have you,” Harry replied rudely.
“And I suppose he also failed to mention,” Draco continued, as if there had been no interruption, “that upon requesting a blow job he proceeded to nurse my cock and blow softly?”
Draco and Harry were pointedly looking in opposite directions, arms folded, their stance exactly mirrored. Hermione nudged Ron and nodded at them, but Ron was more interested in making faces at Blaise behind Pansy’s back as Pansy gave him a severe dressing down that’d make even Hermione green with envy which included such gems as, “…can’t believe you’d be so utterly stupid” and “…why can’t you learn to control your tongue for once in your life?”
An hour later, things were almost back to normal until Ron stood up, smirking. “I’m going to the toilet… anyone need change for the condom machine?”
Author: idontgiveafaux
Rating: R
Team: Death Eaters
Prompt: Amazement
Word Count: 100 x 6
Summary: Harry relives the nightmare of losing his virginity.
Warnings: (at your discretion) Language
Notes: None
“Hermione Granger, that is the most disgusting thing I have ever heard.”
Hermione grinned and sucked on a carrot stick before biting off the end lazily. “All true,” she replied, enjoying the mixed look of horror and amazement on Harry’s face.
“For seven hours?”
“Yep.”
“Nothing else?”
“Nope.”
“…Seven hours?”
“Yep.”
“I hope you shave down there,” Pansy suddenly announced loudly. “Otherwise I suspect Ron still has hairs stuck in between his teeth now going by the amount you have on your head.”
Harry sputtered with shocked laughter while Hermione picked up her glass and downed the contents in one gulp.
*
“Want another?” she asked Harry, nodding towards his near empty glass. “I know Pansy doesn’t -”
“Pansy does!”
“ - She’s in danger of consuming the entire bar by the end of the night.”
“And what, may I ask, is wrong with that?” Pansy questioned. That afternoon, Harry had met Hermione after work and they had stopped off at a coffee shop on the corner of a main street. It just so happened that they ran into Pansy while they were there who persuaded them to go to the bar down the road ‘just for a quiet Friday drink’.
*
One thing led to another and they were now at their third bar of the night and all near enough as drunk as each other. Draco, Ron and Blaise (Harry’s, Hermione’s and Pansy’s respective partners) had arranged to meet them in half an hours time or so. Apparently they had nipped to a bar after work for a ‘quiet drink’ too.
Hermione rolled her eyes. “Another?”
“Brandy and coke please,” Harry replied.
“Gin and tonic,” said Pansy. “But tell them to go easy on the tonic.”
“Would you just like the tonic kept in the bottle to pour yourself?”
*
Pansy thought about this for a very long moment. “No, forget the tonic, I’ll just have the gin. A couple of doubles, if you don’t mind.”
Hermione raised her eyebrows at Harry. “You know you’re going to be the one holding her hair back when she’s sick, don’t you?”
“No I’m not!” Harry laughed.
“I’m not going to be sick,” Pansy replied. “If we’re going to see anybody’s lunch tonight it’ll be yours, Hermione.”
“Don’t be foul,” said Hermione, getting up to get the drinks.
“It’s true, you cannot handle your drink at all!” Pansy said with a loud laugh.
When Hermione returned from the bar carrying a tray of drinks, Harry and Pansy were in deep animated discussion.
“I’m not telling you that.”
“Come on, I told you something about me!” Pansy pleaded.
“Yes, but I didn’t want you to tell me that you get your pubic hair trimmed into the shape of a heart every fortnight,” Harry retorted.
“Is this something I need to be hearing?” Hermione asked rhetorically.
“I want Harry to tell me about the first time he had sex with Draco!” Pansy explained.
Hermione snorted. “I can see why you’re keeping quiet about that one, Harry!”
*
“What? SHE knows?” Pansy exploded. “That’s it, you have to tell me now! I know it’s a big deal because Draco tried to fob me off with some little romance story about how he laid roses on the bed and carried you upstairs in his arms.”
“He expected you to believe that?” Harry asked in amusement.
“I know, foolish,” Pansy replied dismissively and then slapped him on the knee a couple of times. “Now come on! Tell me!”
“No.”
“Hermione you tell me!”
“Okay -”
“Wait!” Harry shouted. “I’d rather tell it than have Hermione drag out the uncomfortable parts.”
Title: The deflowering of Harry Potter [2/4]
Author: idontgiveafaux
Rating: R
Team: Death Eaters
Prompt: Amazement
Word Count: 100 x 10
Summary: Harry relives the nightmare of losing his virginity.
Warnings: (at your discretion) Language
Notes: None
Harry was ashamed to admit to his sex-expert boyfriend that he was a virgin. And if taking it up the arse was included, then Harry was a virgin twice. It’s not like he hadn’t tried. There were plenty of girls who were willing to spread their legs for the boy-that-lived but Harry couldn’t get hard for any of them and the thought of shagging a bloke hadn’t crossed his mind. Hadn’t crossed his mind until seeing a certain blonds bare chest glistening from the Summer-soaked rays captured his attention and temporarily captured his breath. Six months later, they were together.
*
And it was at this moment, exactly six months since he had seen Draco bare-chested at the park that Harry found himself in Draco’s apartment, sipping wine from the glass that Draco generously kept refilling every other minute and being very much aware that Draco had stopped drinking quite a while ago.
Harry gestured to his glass. “Trying to get me wasted?” he joked.
Draco smiled. “Something like that.”
“Are you not having any more?”
“Nope. Gotta keep my strength up for later.” Draco grinned knowingly and Harry feebly smiled back, before gulping down the entire contents of his glass.
*
“Impressive!” said Draco, getting up from the sofa.
“More?” asked Harry quietly. Draco looked confused and Harry flushed with sheer embarrassment. Fuck. Draco had thought he finished the wine so readily so they could get to fucking quicker when in actual fact, he had finished his wine so readily because he needed all the dutch courage he could muster before telling Draco that he had never slept with anyone before.
“May I have some more please?” Harry said, hating the way his throat felt hoarse and his voice sounded pathetic. Draco rolled his eyes slightly but still smiled at Harry fondly nonetheless.
*
“You know,” said Draco, reaching for the bottle and topping Harry’s glass up. “If this were anybody else, I’d think they were stalling.”
Harry didn’t think it were possible to blush anymore but he felt his cheeks get hotter regardless. “Stalling?”
“Mmm.” Draco set the bottle back down on the glass table and flopped down next to Harry. “But because it’s you I just know it’s because you’re a bumbling, awkward idiot,” he grinned.
“Thanks,” Harry replied sarcastically and then visibly flinched when he felt Draco’s hand on his shoulder. He set his glass down on the table.
*
“I have to go.”
“What?” said Draco quickly. “Why? Was it the awkward idiot thing? I didn’t mean it -”
“It’s not that,” Harry interrupted, getting up from the sofa. “I just… forgot I had plans.”
“What plans?”
Harry racked his brains. “…Meeting Hermione.”
Draco looked out of the window at the darkened sky pointedly. “Now?”
“We’re going out… to a club.”
Draco looked quite crushed and if it were not for the sheer mortification at the thought of Draco’s laughter ringing in his ears for years to come when he told him he hadn’t done It, Harry would have admitted the truth.
He hadn’t contacted Draco and Harry wasn’t expecting to be contacted by him. He’d utterly blown it and for the millionth time since he fled from Draco’s apartment a couple of nights ago, Harry berated himself for not coming clean. So it was on Wednesday morning, sitting at his work desk and checking his emails that he found himself spilling hot coffee into his lap and jumping up with a wounded yelp when he spotted a message from D.M. Cleaning himself with the aid of a quick spell, he sat back down and clicked on the message nervously.
*
Harry!
I saw you walking down the street the other day and do you know what I said? I said, ‘hey, there sure looks like someone who could do with cheering up!’ Harry, I am going to cheer you up. I am offering you the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to own a piece of happiness. For $69.99 you too can be the proud owner of a genuine amulet…
Harry clicked on the delete button and if there was ever a time that he preferred letters over emails, it was now, so that he could have had the satisfaction of ripping it up.
*
So disheartened by the email that never was, Harry became engrossed into his work in a foul mood. It didn’t deter him from doing his job properly, on the contrary, the brief flurry of excitement he had felt and had been crushed instilled him with a hardened shell and he growled at clients he would have normally had to suck up to and found his new technique did wonders for getting contracts signed quicker. His mobile phone rang and without even bothering to look at the caller, Harry picked it up from his desk and flipped it open.
“What?”
*
“’What’ yourself!”
Harry’s mouth went dry. “Draco?”
“You sound amazed.”
“No… It’s just… you know how to operate a phone?” The butterflies in Harry’s stomach returned when he heard Draco laugh heartily on the other end of the phone.
“So the old Harry Potter has decided to make a reappearance? Well I’m glad, although I will miss the other Harry. The one that makes outlandish excuses and then takes off in the middle of the night without so much as a goodbye.”
“About that,” Harry mumbled. “I’m sorry.”
“Sorry you made up such a shit excuse or sorry we didn’t shag?”
*
Harry’s voice dropped to a whisper. “What?”
“Harry, are you a virgin?”
“No!”
“Okay, let me rearrange that sentence. Harry, you are a virgin.”
“What… makes you say that?” Harry asked in hushed tones. Draco sighed and Harry could almost see him doing it in front of him.
“It’s pretty obvious, Harry,” he replied. “I said the word cock and you practically wet yourself.”
“No I never!” Harry cried. Remembering where he was, he lowered his voice again. “That’s not true.”
“Regardless of whether I may or may not have found urine on my carpet, are you a virgin?”
Title: The deflowering of Harry Potter [3/4]
Author: idontgiveafaux
Rating: R
Team: Death Eaters
Prompt: Amazement
Word Count: 100 x 11
Summary: Harry relives the nightmare of losing his virginity.
Warnings: (at your discretion) Language
Notes: None
Pansy had tears streaming down her face and Hermione, either finding what she knew to be Harry’s most embarrassing moment funny now that she was drunk or amused by Pansy’s reaction was giggling too. Harry glared at them both crossly. He’d had as much as alcohol as them (well, as much as Hermione at least) and he wasn’t finding it the tiniest bit humorous.
“I’m not telling you any more,” he snapped.
“No, please!” Pansy begged between howled laughter. “Please don’t stop!”
“Harry, you’ve started telling it now, you might as well finish,” Hermione reasoned. Pansy nodded in enthusiastic agreement.
Harry’s heart was pounding in his chest and he tried his hardest to fight against the violent urge he had to vomit. Two days since Draco had called and Harry was back at his apartment after meeting up for a couple of drinks in a bar. He had been quite relaxed there, allowing himself to fully enjoy the company of Draco and forgot about what was expected of him later. Until it was time to leave of course, at which point the started to feel sick and he stuffed his hands in his pocket so Draco couldn’t see them shaking.
*
“Relax.”
“I am relaxed.”
“You’re clearly not,” Draco replied to a rigidly-seated Harry.
“This is how I always sit,” Harry snapped. Draco couldn’t stop himself from smirking.
“You know, you never cease to amaze me, Harry. How can you agonise this much over something as trivial as sex?”
Harry blushed. “And I love it when you blush!” Draco added.
“I’m not blushing,” Harry snapped again. “And I’m not agonising over anything either! Especially not sex.”
“Great,” Draco replied with a crocodile-smile. “Bedrooms that way.”
Harry swallowed, but nodded and smiled. “Great.” He turned on his heel and led the way.
*
Harry gasped as he walked into the room before his lips formed a crooked grin. “You sleep in this room!?”
“This is for you, obviously,” Draco said testily. “I wanted to make you feel more at home, but believe me Harry, the minute I’ve turned you into a rampant slut the colour scheme is going right back to normal!” He spotted Harry’s expression and sighed. “I’m joking! Relax.” He took Harry’s hand in his and led him to the bed in the centre of his Gryffindor-coloured bedroom.
“Harry,” Draco said softly, “We can take this as slow as you want.”
*
“Good. Okay,” Harry replied automatically. With a quick swipe of his hand, he removed his glasses and set them down on the bed next to him, feeling extremely self-conscious that the lenses were steaming up. Draco smiled at him but made no move so then with all the courage Harry could muster, he leant in towards him and kissed him on the lips.
…He wasn’t sure what he was meant to do now but Draco had the next part sorted out and all of a sudden all of Harry’s fears slipped away as he felt Draco’s hands on his chest.
*
The heat and the passion and just the actual closeness of being with someone he was insanely attracted to took over and suddenly Harry knew exactly what he was doing, ripping off his shirt and as soon as Draco did the same, Harry pushed him onto his back and dove on top of him, attacking his lips with his own, parting them open and exploring Draco’s hot mouth with his tongue. Their chests were rubbing and writhing against each other and Harry knew this was what he wanted because he had never been so fucking hard in his entire life.
*
Suddenly, Harry felt Draco’s hands snake behind his back and he found himself being rolled over. He felt a crunch underneath him and he winced. Draco, who was straddling and looking down wickedly at him, sighed and his features became wearied. “Harry, it’s okay to switch from being on top, you know.”
“It’s not that,” said Harry, pushing him up and removing his broken glasses from underneath him.
Draco took them from him and set them down on the bedside cabinet. “For future record, it’s safer to put them there rather than on the bed.”
“Duly noted,” Harry replied.
*
Harry wrestled with his belt and became furious when it wouldn’t unbuckle.
“Let me help you with that,” said Draco, reaching down to do it for him.
“I can do it,” snapped Harry, slapping his hands away. He tugged at it again and let out a frustrated cry when it wouldn’t unbuckle. “Pass me my wand.”
“Harry, I can easily do -”
“Give me my wand!”
Draco pressed his lips together as though swallowing back a retort and leaned over to grab Harry’s wand and passed it to him. Spitting out the words as if they were poison, Harry cast his spell.
*
Whether it was the ferocity of his command or just Draco being unfortunate enough to be straddling him at the time Harry wasn’t sure, but the belt snapped in two and one end smacked Draco with a stinging slap across the cheek.
Harry brought his hands to his mouth. “I am so sorry.”
Draco shook his head, though his cheeks had tinged a pale pink and his eyes glistened with water. “No harm done.” He got from on top of Harry long enough to remove his jeans and boxers while Harry did the same before climbing back on top of him.
*
“What about protection?” gasped Harry.
Draco looked around pointedly. “Who do you expect to be coming?”
“…Both?” Harry replied, looked confused and Draco sighed, got from on top of him once more and grabbed his wand. Casting masses of wards and protection charms around the room, Draco turned to him. “Satisfied?”
“…I was talking about condoms.”
“Oh… Oh,” replied Draco, looking embarrassed. “Yeah, here.” Opening a draw, he pulled out a box. He turned to Harry and said, “And just so you know, that little uncomprehending moment wasn’t a sign of my stance on safe sex or anything.”
*
“Draco, relax,” said Harry. Realising what he’d just said he threw him a small smile. “You’re in shock! You’ve just been slapped across the face with a belt.”
“I’d much prefer it across my arse.”
“Mmm… that’s something we can both try.”
“Not nervous?”
“Fuck no. I’ve had the hint of the appetiser and now I want to devour the main course.”
“Then what are we waiting for!?”
“Hold on!” replied Harry. “Protection?”
Draco grinned and shook the box. “Check.”
“Protection?” Harry repeated.
Draco rolled his eyes but continued to grin nonetheless and looked to the doors and windows. “Check!”
Title: The deflowering of Harry Potter [4/4]
Author: idontgiveafaux
Rating: R
Team: Death Eaters
Prompt: Amazement
Word Count: 100 x 6
Summary: Harry relives the nightmare of losing his virginity.
Warnings: (at your discretion) Language
Notes: None
Pansy had fallen off her chair and looked like she was having trouble breathing, something which Harry found only mildly placating. No matter how hard the other two laughed, his stance on the most mortifying moment of his life had not distorted, even though they had now drunk so much they couldn’t get their words out without slurring. He spotted Draco at the door and stood up and waved him, Ron and Blaise over. “They’re here at last,” he said.
Pansy seemed to sober up pretty quickly at this. “What?” she said in agonised tones, getting up from the floor.
*
“But you haven’t finished!” she protested. Grabbing the front of Harry’s shirt, she pleaded, “We haven’t got to the deflowering yet! Come on, quickly tell me the rest before Draco comes!”
“Tell you the rest of what before Draco comes?” came a sharp voice from behind her.
Pansy winced and looked behind her. “There’s gonna be fireworks…” she muttered, sitting back down in her seat. Ron and Blaise pulled up chairs next to her and Hermione while Harry and Draco remained standing facing one another.
“I was just telling her about the time you and I first did it.”
*
Draco chuckled and sat down. “Well, it’s a relief that she’s finally got me to stop telling the story, I must say!”
“What!?” Harry exploded. He was unsure of which one to lay into first. He went with Draco. “You’ve told her?”
“Yeah, I tell her all the time,” said Draco nonchalantly.
Harry’s mouth dropped open. “I can’t believe you, Draco!”
“Hermione knows too!” Pansy piped up.
Draco swivelled his neck around so fast it was a wonder to Harry that it didn’t snap. He glared at Hermione with ice in his eyes. “What?”
“I… I… don’t know anything, really,” Hermione stammered.
*
“Wait, is this the same time that Draco got slapped in the face with Harry’s belt and when Harry asked him about protection he cast charms everywhere?” Ron sniggered. Hermione closed her eyes and Harry shook his head urgently at Ron.
“Draco, why have I never heard those parts from you before?” said Pansy.
“It wasn’t exactly my best moment,” Draco replied stiffly.
“I can’t believe you told her anything!” fumed Harry.
“Likewise!” roared Draco.
“So seeing as how it’s all in the open, Harry, did you really not know what Draco’s vibrator was?” Blaise asked innocently.
“What?” gasped Harry.
*
Pansy was making threatening cutthroat gestures at Blaise who, upon seeing them, began to backtrack furiously. “I meant because… well… it’s quite a common mistake, isn’t it?”
“Harry, I’ve never heard that before!” Hermione exclaimed.
“Me neither!” Ron interjected for good measure.
“So it seems that you’ve been giving your friends quite favourably edited highlights of what actually happened!” Draco snapped.
“As have you,” Harry replied rudely.
“And I suppose he also failed to mention,” Draco continued, as if there had been no interruption, “that upon requesting a blow job he proceeded to nurse my cock and blow softly?”
Draco and Harry were pointedly looking in opposite directions, arms folded, their stance exactly mirrored. Hermione nudged Ron and nodded at them, but Ron was more interested in making faces at Blaise behind Pansy’s back as Pansy gave him a severe dressing down that’d make even Hermione green with envy which included such gems as, “…can’t believe you’d be so utterly stupid” and “…why can’t you learn to control your tongue for once in your life?”
An hour later, things were almost back to normal until Ron stood up, smirking. “I’m going to the toilet… anyone need change for the condom machine?”