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1 A Request and a Lesson

Ever since his fourth year, Harry was becoming more and more aware of the danger looming above him. How could he not be, after fighting a dragon, the Merfolk, the beasts in the maze and finally, Voldemort himself, during the fourth year, fighting Dementors and facing Death Eaters and Voldemort, once again, a year later, after suffering Umbridge for most of that year? Having witnessed the death of Cedric and then Sirius, as well as having his friends hurt badly during that fight, made him even more aware of the slimming chances for him to reach old age.

As teen minds work, something that had only been an insignificant thread in the back of his mind, turned into a major issue that he could not get out of his mind while he stayed with his relatives. ‘I don’t want to die a virgin!’

One could wonder why he even thought of that. With all those fan-girls of ‘The Boy Who Lived’ who seemed just too eager to have a go at him, he could have lost his virginity as early as the third year, had he wanted to. Harry didn’t mind them, though. Sure, he wanted to be intimate with a girl, but he didn’t think that just any random girl would be right. Actually, he had a distinct idea about what the “right” girl should be. He wanted her to be smart and courageous and loyal. He also thought of “loving” but that was just a word for him, one he could not associate with any feeling he had previously experienced.

Actually, he had quite a good idea about who he wanted that girl to be. He had known her since his first day at Hogwarts, only she had never shown any interest in being more than his friend, at least nothing he could identify as such. He wondered if he could do anything to make her more interested.

Still, he was very glad to be rescued from his relatives and be among his friends at the Burrow. He didn’t mind that it was overly crowded, with Bill staying home and the addition of Fleur and Hermione. He actually liked meeting them both, only cringing internally when he saw the fading signs left by the curse Hermione had been hit with during the battle at the Department of Mysteries. Despite all that others told him, he still felt responsible for all the injuries and losses during that battle.

It only took Hermione a single glance at him to notice that something was really bothering him. She waited until he was sitting alone, after having flown a bit with the Weasley twins, Ron and Ginny. “You shouldn’t blame yourself,” she told him fiercely.

He turned his eyes at her. “I know, but it will take some time for that to sink in. I’m actually bothered about something else, though.”

“What is it?”

He squirmed a bit in his place. “I’m not sure I should talk about it,” he said blushing slightly.

“Harry, you know you can tell me everything. I won’t tell a soul unless you want me to, and I won’t think badly of you either.” He could sense her sincerity and her worry for him.

Harry sighed. “Well, as Voldemort is trying his best to kill me, I can’t be sure I’m going to live much longer, and I really don’t want to die a virgin. I mean…”

She put a finger to his lips to stop him. “I was also thinking about that. As a Muggle-born, I’m probably almost as high on his target list as you are. I don’t want to die a virgin either.”

Harry looked surprised. “I thought you and Krum…”

“There was nothing there. He acted really gentlemanly, barely kissing my cheek all evening. He said that his girlfriend was waiting for him back at school. I wouldn’t have allowed him much more than that, either, as I had feelings for another boy, although he didn’t seem to notice me.”

“He must be a fool to not have noticed you. I remember you were magnificent at the ball. It’s a pity Ron ruined it for us both.”

Hermione smiled at that. “Well, maybe he did notice me. He only didn’t ever act as if he did. Anyhow, just like you, I feel that I don’t want to die a virgin.” A red tinge started creeping on her face. “Do you think we can help each other in that aspect?”

Harry felt quite overwhelmed. He had never admitted, not even to himself, that he really liked Hermione. Maybe even more than liked, but with a hot-tempered Ron always finding new reasons for jealousy, he never even dared think of it. Now it looked like he would get a chance to act on these feelings. It was an elating feeling, yet quite frightening as well.

“W… What do you mean?” he asked, unable to think of a more intelligent question. He berated himself for sounding so stupid. Wasn’t the answer obvious?

She rolled her eyes as if annoyed by his question. “Are there any new ways to lose one’s virginity that I’m not aware of?” she asked teasingly.

Harry blushed harder. “Do you mean that… you want to… shag me?”

Her face turned redder as well, but she still answered bravely, “That’s exactly what I had in mind. Did you think of any other way to achieve your goal?”

He looked down, feeling quite embarrassed. “No, not really. I just didn’t think that you…”

“Why? Am I not attractive enough, or…”

“You’re the most attractive girl I know!” Harry exclaimed.

“Then why?”

“It didn’t seem like you’re interested in any of that. I didn’t see you ever looking at any boy with interest, nor have you ever mentioned anything in that direction.”

She rolled her eyes again. “Well, Harry, I’m interested now and I’d like us to lose our virginity to each other as soon as we can. Do you agree with that?”

He felt a bit relieved. “Sure! I think it would feel less awkward with you than with any other girl.”

“Care to explain?”

Harry gave it a thought. “We’ve been close friends since we reached Hogwarts. You know me better than I know myself and I know that even if I do something stupid, you will only try to teach me how to do it right and would never laugh at my failures. It may still feel a bit awkward at first, as we’ve never thought of each other that way, but I trust you to help me make it a good experience for both of us.”

She finally smiled at him, and Harry could see she was really content with his reply. “Fine. Whenever you find the place and the time appropriate, just tell me, and I’ll do the same.”

Harry nodded. They didn’t mention it again, as Ginny plopped at their side, still sweating from the game. “That was fun!” she exclaimed and then looked at Hermione. “It’s a pity you don’t like flying, so you can never fully understand Harry.”

Hermione didn’t like the patronizing tone, but she only shrugged, not yet ready to confront the redhead.

It didn’t take Harry too long to discover that trying to find a place for executing his plan, or a proper time for that, was practically impossible. While Charlie was still in Romania, his room was given to Fleur for her stay, as Molly wouldn’t let her share a room with Bill, despite both being quite eager to do just that. All other rooms were in constant use, except for the kitchen, which stayed free during the night when everybody was asleep. Harry considered that option but found it unsuitable. The kitchen could not be properly closed and certainly not locked. He had already heard about some people waking up in the night and needing a drink or taking something to eat. He couldn’t assure any privacy in there.

He also thought about executing his plan outdoors. The Burrow had a grove and some fields with low bushes, and the famous pond, where they used to swim a bit. They could hide in the grove or among some bushes, he thought, but it could not give them any real measure of privacy, not even with ‘notice-me-not’ charms and privacy charms, and they were forbidden to cast any spells during vacation. It was really frustrating!

Fleur seemed to have noticed his moods. A few days after his conversation with Hermione, Fleur called them both to her room, “to help me with some English.” Bill wasn’t yet home, so nobody could question her intentions.

Fleur locked the door after they entered the room. “You two seem to be bothered,” she said, evidently expecting an explanation.

Harry and Hermione looked at each other with some confusion and didn’t reply. Fleur smiled understandingly. “You know I have Veela ancestry, don’t you? Due to it, I can see magical halos. I’ve noticed how your halos brighten when you’re close, turning almost into a single halo, engulfing you both, on occasion. Lately, it seems to become one, even when you keep your distance, like the two parts are connected, and the connection becomes thinner as they get away, but stays always there. Do you know what it could mean?”

“That we are close friends?” Harry guessed, making Fleur chuckle.

Hermione gave it some thought first. “It may indicate some magical connection, but I don’t know what exactly.”

Fleur smiled. “It means your souls seek to get united. Don’t you feel the urge to kiss and hug and eventually unite physically?”

Both teens blushed, confirming her suspicion.

“I believe neither of you has any experience,” Fleur noted. Seeing their faces redden even more made her laugh.

“Well, in that case, let me teach you a bit before I let you use my room for what you clearly yearn to do.” Fleur waved her wand over her clothes, making them completely transparent, as if they were made of air.

Harry gasped at the view. He could now see Fleur as if she was naked, and he suspected she didn’t wear much under her robes, as her breasts didn’t seem to use any support, not that they needed any, and her trimmed pubic hair didn’t seem to be constricted by any knickers either. He thought that she had a perfect figure. Hermione seemed more pensive, and even a bit frightened as she watched the French young woman.

Fleur didn’t mind either response. “As you can see, there are two evident external differences between males and females of the human race. Females have breasts, intended for feeding the babies, but also used for stimulating them and making them ready for sex. The males also like fondling, caressing and teasing them, and even licking and sucking at the nipples, as if they were babies. Harry, make sure to pay them due attention and don’t rush. Hermione wouldn’t appreciate that, I’m sure.

“The other difference is down there, at the crotch. The males have penises that may be small enough when flaccid, yet get much larger and quite stiff when aroused, while the females have an opening, just the right size to accommodate them.” She sat down on her bed and spread her legs wide so Harry could get a good glimpse at her folds and the opening between them. “This is where your penis should go, once the area is wet and slippery, and to achieve that, besides the other caresses, kisses, and licks, you should also stimulate this area.” She pointed at the uppermost part of her folds, where a kind of knob could be seen. “Give this knob your utmost attention and you will be nicely rewarded when you slide in. You will encounter an obstacle, just a bit farther – that’s her hymen, her virginity. Push hard to break through, but once inside, let her get accustomed to it, before moving again.”

She seemed ready to continue her explanations, yet Molly Weasley called from below. “Everybody come down! We have some guests!”

Fleur frowned and then sighed. This was evidently not in her plans. She stood up, straightened her clothes and removed the transparency charm, making her robes opaque again. “It looks like my plan didn’t work too well,” she said apologetically.

Harry tried desperately to think of Snape and of Umbridge, maybe even snogging together, to get rid of his stiff erection. He needed to force his thoughts that way, but it worked.