Deflowering Hannah

Hannah sighed. It's my birthday tomorrow. Sweet sixteen and still very much a virgin. She sighed again. She was thinking of what Susan Bones said just an hour ago.

"Hannah, you have no idea what you're missing," Susan told her bluntly. "Ernie's no Oliver Wood but he certainly knows how to please a woman." She gave her a funny look. "Does Neville ever tried...you know?"

"Well, he kissed me last Christmas," she shyly admitted to Susan. "Right under the Mistletoe."

Susan snorted loudly. "You mean...you've been going out for two years and all he did was kiss you under the Mistletoe?" Her laughter echoed across the hall. "That's not good...not good at all, maybe Neville's gay?"

"He is not!"

"He is too!" Susan snickered. "Look, if he's not gay, then why wasn't he doing anything?"

"He's only following my wishes. I told him I want to stay a virgin until my wedding night." She didn't mention the fact that Neville tried to teach her on giving him a head. And that he ruined the moment just as she was seriously considering doing it when he moaned, "Suck me beautiful." Apparently, he heard Dean saying it to a girl, and Neville thought it would work like magic. I slapped him hard and he never tried bringing up the subject. Again.

"Oh, Hannah, stop being such a prude. Everybody's doing it. For starters, Justin's been bragging that he popped Mandy Brocklehurst's cherry last week. And..." she paused, before lowering her voice to barely a whisper. "Rumor has it that Ron Weasley isn't on speaking terms with Harry Potter because of Miss 'Know-it-all' Granger. Ernie told me that someone saw them sharing more than just an innocent kiss inside the Quidditch locker room."

At this, Hannah's eyes widened with surprise. "Hermione Granger with Harry Potter inside the boy's locker room? She who's known for being a stickler to the school's rules?" She could hardly believe it. Others she could, not Hermione Granger.

"No way!"

"Better believe it. Dean Thomas said they were going really hot and heavy when he accidentally spied on them. His actual words were- 'They could have set the room on fire.' Dean told his best friend Seamus, who told his girl friend Sally Ann Perks, who told her seat mate Mandy, who in turn told her boy friend Justin, who finally told Ernie."

"Rumors are sometimes just rumors, Susan," Hannah said, shaking her head.

"If you don't want to believe me, fine," she sniffed loudly, pretending to sound hurt. "On second thought, there's an even hotter rumor involving Seamus Finnigan and the Patil twins. According to the rumors, about two weeks ago, they were supposedly caught by Filch in the Prefects bathroom doing a ménage à trois." At Hannah's shocked gasp, Susan grinned naughtily. "Sounds shocking right?" Before Hannah could react, she added, "I guess they're trying to live up to their being a Gryffindor, always the brave one." Hannah didn't miss the sarcastic tone in her friend's voice.

"Can we simply drop the subject," she pleaded to Susan. "I don't want a list of who's doing who."

Susan nodded reluctantly. She didn't speak another word and simply observed Hannah closely.

"You're almost sixteen and yet, you're still a virgin. Aren't you curious to know why?"

Hannah frowned. "Why?"

"You're not excited about having sex," she told her. "Have you ever ..." She lowered her voice to a mere whisper.

"Do I what?"

Susan smiled before leaning close to Hannah and whispered to her ear.

According to Susan, since I have not experienced orgasm, then it was no wonder that I wasn't psyched in having sex. Hannah sighed again, her face downcast.

A small sound made her look up. A brown owl swooped inside the open window and perched on the table next to her. Hannah untied the small package the owl was carrying. She unwrapped the mysterious package. It was a novel titled, Captive Bride, written by someone named Johanna Lindsay. A short note fell on the floor.

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Dear Hannah,

Surprise! Happy Birthday in advance! Here's my gift to you. Hope you'll enjoy reading this. (I ordered this last week via Owl Post)

Love,

Susan

P.S. Read page XXX first.

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Two hours later, Hannah finally made up her mind.

Susan's right. Why wait? Who knows if Neville and I were really meant for each other? I might end up having sex with some random guy who could turn out to be a jerk. It's better that I do it with Neville. He's not only cute, but he really cares about me.

Her eyes gleamed with excitement.

I'm finally going to have sex. And it's going to be perfect just like the Muggle novel I've just finished reading.

~*~*~*~*~

"Well?" Hannah looked questioningly at Neville, who was looking very flustered.

"You want us to have sex?"

"Do you want to?"

"Now?"

"No silly, tonight," Hannah giggled at her boy friend's awestruck expression. "Astronomy Tower," she whispered seductively to his ear.

That night, Hannah was beside herself with excitement. She met him outside the Fat Lady's portrait, then they head to the Astronomy Tower's rooftop. However, much to their dismay, they discovered that they will not have the place all to themselves.

"Bugger!" Neville's face dropped upon seeing the place filled with necking couples. They have completely forgotten that it was Friday night and the tower was crowded like Hogsmeade Village during weekends.

"Never mind that, let's go look for a deserted classroom instead," Hannah suggested.

Neville quickly agreed.

They chose the unused classroom next to Charms class. Neville opened the door using the Alohomora spell. They entered the room in nervous silence. They simply stood there, looking awkwardly at each other, not knowing what to do next.

Finally, Neville took the initiative and started kissing her face with wet, sloppy kisses. She didn't complain, she wanted this to happen. And once she made up her mind, there's no turning back.

His hand started groping clumsily until he got the clasp of her bra undone. He was breathing heavily when he finally managed to get her blouse off. His other hand hiked her skirt up to her waist.

Hannah yelped in surprise when Neville touched her between her legs. She began panting when his finger started entering her. "Ooh," she moaned out loud. When suddenly, the door creaked open, they froze.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" said a menacing voice.

They stared in shock at a furious-looking Professor Severus Snape towering over them.

"Mr. Longbottom, Ms. Abbot," the professor sneered. His eyes drifted to Hannah's semi-naked body.

"Professor-" Neville began saying.

"Not a word, Mr. Longbottom," he snarled at him. "A hundred points deduction for both Hufflepuff and Gryffindor."

Hannah scrambled to cover herself as she bolt upright into a sitting position. She dragged her skirt down and pulled her robe to cover her nakedness. Her face was beet red with humiliation. On the other hand, a very disheveled but still fully-clothed Neville could barely squeak out a word. He was pale beyond belief, and quaking with fear at being caught by Professor Snape, of all people.

~*~*~*~*~

"You forgot to lock the door and Neville forgot to place the Silencing Charm?" Susan was trying to keep her face straight but she failed, and burst into uncontrollable laughter. "Ooh, that's rich! No wonder Snape discovered where you two are. You should have at least used the Quietus Charm if you knew that you're not the silent type in bed." More laughter followed.

"Rub it in, Susan, just rub it in," Hannah grumbled irritably. "That is so not funny."

"Sorry, I can't help it," Susan giggled loudly. "Funniest thing I've ever heard. The last time I laughed this hard was when Ron Weasley asked Lavender Brown if he can see her anus."

"He did not!" Hannah sounded shocked.

"Did too. During Divinations they were studying about planets and what he actually asked was "Lavender can I see Uranus?" Susan explained between laughter. "What a scream, he didn't see the connection but she did. She told almost everyone about it."

"No wonder Ernie and Justin kept saying Uranus every time they saw Ron passing by the corridors..." Hannah murmured. She tried to work up a smile on her face but failed. She stared morosely at a random crack on the wall.

Susan immediately caught on her depressed mood. "Don't worry, you can do it another time," she said brightly.

"I was totally humiliated!" Hannah groaned. "There certainly won't be a next time. I'll make sure of that."

Susan couldn't speak for she was doubled with laughter.

"What a gross way to end my birthday," she grumbled. Her cheeks burned at the memory of last night. "Professor Snape saw me lying naked with Neville's hand inside my sex." It made her cringe when she remembered the look on the slimy professor's face as he watched her scramble and cover herself. "I mean I looked like a tramp while my boy friend had his clothes on, and that horrible perverted Snape kept staring at me."

Susan was still shaking with laughter, but she tried to tone it down for Hannah's sake. It was really humiliating to be caught by a teacher in such a scandalous position and even worse, that it had to be Snape.

The news of what happened last night spread like wildfire across the school and everybody kept giving Hannah strange looks. Some with pity, some with amusement, and a lot of them with bitter hatred due to the huge deduction taken from their House points. Her only comfort was that Professor Flitwick and Professor McGonagall, respective Head of their Houses, agreed not to let their parents be told of what happened. And instead, ordered them to sign a voucher with a promise that they would never try do that again. Especially inside Hogwarts.

Hannah made a face. Why is it that almost half of the school were engaging in sexual activities and only I ended up being caught? she thought bitterly.

"I heard you two would serve detention tonight," Susan said, changing the subject.

She nodded glumly. It's going to be a long year.

~*~*~*~*~

Months after the incident...

They planned another tryst one particular Saturday. Neville took her to the Shrieking Shack. At first, she didn't want to set foot on the place because of its creepy reputation, but through Neville's insistence, he talked her into going.

"How do you know for sure that this place is safe?" she asked him as they entered the place.

"Hermione told me," Neville confessed. "She knew that we really need a place of our own. You know, more private."

"Oh, Neville, this is so sweet of you," Hannah sighed happily.

It was so romantic. He filled the shack with scented candles, rose petals and Butterbeer. A blanket was spread on the floor. To put them in a fine mood, Neville thoughtfully put on some music by Celestina Warbeck.

Then they started kissing and touching each other. His lips felt so warm against her quivering skin that Hannah felt like melting. He left a trail of light, breathy kisses on her neck and shoulders as he slowly tugged at her pants. She was wearing tight fitting jeans so this wasn't an easy chore.

It took him some before he finally managed to get her jeans down around her ankles. Hannah let out a moan when Neville moved further down, kissing her soft stomach with his tongue. She shuddered while delicious warmth spread through her limbs. His hands were busy caressing her, sending chills down her spine as he slid lower. The lower his hand got, the more excited Hannah got.

She jumped as in electrified when he kiss her mound between her legs. Mindless with pleasure, she began convulsing spasmodically while he fumbled with his pants. Just when he had released his member, Hannah opened her eyes and saw a pair of eyes watching them. She stiffened in shock. Neville thought she's beginning to have second thoughts and quickly whispered, "It's going to be alright."

"No!" she shouted and pushed a very surprised Neville away.

"Someone is watching us!" She pointed towards the darkened corner. Neville whirled around to see who it was.

"Why do you have to stop just when it gets really exciting?" a very amused voice floated amidst the silence.

They were shocked to the hilt when they got a clear look at the man's face.

"Oh bloody shit!!" Hannah shrieked in terror. She jumped and started backing away. "It's Sirius Black!"

Neville and Hannah totally forgot about their semi-undressed state and stormed past the very amused looking Black. In their haste, Neville nearly stumbled as they ran out of the shack screaming loudly.

"Oh shit, oh shit," Neville kept muttering as he pulled Hannah farther away from the shack.

They had gotten a short distance when Hannah finally stopped running. "He didn't follow us. We're safe," she said breathlessly.

Neville stood gasping for breath.

"I thought nobody knew about the shack?"

"I thought so too."

They didn't hear the soft click followed by "Smile, you're in candid camera!"

Horrified, they turned away, but it was too late. The camera flashed. Colin Creevey had taken their picture.

"Colin, you creep!" Hannah shouted. "Give me that camera!"

"Why you sneaky little..." Neville appeared livid as he approached the irritating younger Gryffindor.

"Thanks for posing for the school paper," Colin said wickedly and quickly made his escape.

"Great, and now this..." Hannah groaned, knowing how horrible the picture would turn out.

She was right. The incriminating photo which revealed Hannah, with her blouse open and revealing an eyeful of creamy white skin, standing closely with Neville without his shirt on, was discovered at the Hogwarts Bulletin Board one early morning.

They have been the butt of talks for weeks. Neville was dubbed 'Randy Neville' and Hannah 'Twin Peaks'. The ugly rumors which spread around Hogwarts was that Hannah was pregnant with Neville's child. Strangely enough, not one faculty member found the scandalous photo. They heard about it and questioned the two but since said photo couldn't be found, the faculty had no grounds to punish them.

~*~*~*~*~

Hannah had no idea who was jinxed. Neville or her.

When many months passed by and the whisperings had eventually died down, Neville coaxed her to give it another try. They decided that it would be best to plan it during the Christmas Holiday.

He brought her to an empty house located near the outskirts of Hogsmeade Village.

"Whose house is this?" she asked. "Are you sure, no one's going to barge in here?"

"Very unlikely," Neville responded. "It's my deceased Uncle's property. He has no family. So we have the whole house to ourselves," he said excitedly.

His hand snaked towards her waist, pulling her into a tight embrace. Hannah giggled nervously.

We are finally going to do it! Yes! she thought giddily as he took her hand and pulled her upstairs. They've chosen the Master bedroom.

For several seconds, they merely stood facing each other. Both felt excited and extremely nervous.

"Come and get me big boy," Hannah challenged with a smile. First, she let her robe then her dress fell on the floor in one messy heap. She draped herself on the bed, clad only in a very sexy-looking, minuscule thong and leather boots.

Neville took a shuddering breath when he got a good look at her half-naked body. "Wow," he breathed in admiration.

True, he had seen her this way before but during the first time, it was quite dark in the deserted classroom, while the second time took place in the dimly lit Shrieking Shack.

Neville grinned mischievously. Before long, they were kissing and pawing each other. He started kissing her neck and then moved lower to her chest. This time, he need not fumble with her bra clasp for she wasn't wearing any. Neville moved further down and tugged the flimsy thong down to her ankles.

"I've never seen you wear anything like this." He stared mesmerized at the tiny underwear in his hand.

"It's called a thong," Hannah responded gruffly, her voice roughened by desire. "Christmas gift from Susan."

"Remind me to thank her," he murmured as his deft fingers started untying her boots but Hannah, growing impatient, wrapped her shapely legs around his neck and ground her hips seductively. Neville decided not to bother. His warm mouth swooped back between her legs and made her delirious with want.

"I want you inside me," Hannah groaned. She started to grind against his face as his ministrations became faster and faster. He felt her stiffen then convulsed into shuddering spasm, and then she was screaming in ecstasy.

"Take me, Neville." Hannah looked into his eyes and pleaded softly. "I want to feel you inside me."

"As you wish," whispered Neville and quickly undid his pants. He positioned himself to her opening when suddenly...

"Neville?" a shocked voice came from the doorway.

Hannah let out a frightened shriek.

"Young man, you have a bloody lot of explaining to do." It was Neville's grandmother. And she looked scary as hell.

Hannah sunk under the sheets in humiliation while Neville scrambled to pull up his pants before dealing with his stunned grandmother.

"Gran, what are you doing here?"

"I brought some people who might be interested in buying this house," his grandmother snapped at him, censure in her voice. "I thought you said you were going to Diagon Alley to polish your broom!"

"Merlin's beard! Hannah, what the hell are you doing naked in bed?"

Hannah stiffened in shock. She knew that voice. Oh my god...

She could barely look at her parent's disbelieving faces as they stood across the bed.

"Mom, Dad, what are you doing here?" Her voice was a mere whisper. She squirmed in embarrassment, wishing that a hole would suddenly appear and swallow her.

"I thought you said you were going to Susan Bones' house to study reproduction of Transfigured items?!" Her mother screamed at her daughter. "It's a good thing that we decided to check this house!"

"Hannah's only sixteen, you bastard!" Her father roared furiously at Neville. "I'll have your hide tanned!"

Neville stammered and tried but without success to explain that they haven't finished the deed yet. "We're...I...Grandma...you see...Hannah and I.."

Hannah groaned and tightly shut her eyes closed.

If somebody told me that trying to lose one's virginity would be this troublesome, then I'd rather stay a virgin for the rest of my life. Or at least until I'm twenty one.

Regarding perfect sex: "It's not a space shuttle launch, it's sex" - Jessica (American Pie)