Harry and the Six Virgins


Story Summary:
The summer after OotP, Harry spends time with six of his attractive classmates as he goes on a quest through time for the one warlock who has the power to help him defeat Voldemort. Will Harry find love, or at least have a good time? Featuring Ginny, Daphne, Susan, Eloise, Hermione, and Luna in a very unserious tale.

Chapter 04

Chapter Summary:
The summer after OotP, Harry spends time with six of his attractive classmates as he goes on a quest through time for the one warlock who has the power to help him defeat Voldemort. Will Harry find love, or at least have a good time? Featuring Ginny, Daphne, Susan, Eloise, Hermione, and Luna in a (mostly) very unserious tale.
Author's Note:
Hippy Harry and his Biker Babe

Chapter IV

Ginny sat in a soft chair, staring at a blank rock wall. There seemed to be no way in or out of the small cavern she was in.

"Good afternoon, Virginia."

Ginny leapt to her feet and spun around. "Why are you doing this to us?"

Casey smiled slightly. "To test Harry with everyday life; to give Harry a chance at affection. I'll have fun doing it and if you're honest, it allows you to fulfill a fantasy. You'll treasure this always, even if this is your only physical relationship with him. Is that worth the risk that you fall in love with him, while he might fall more deeply in love with another? Or, almost as bad, that you will discover as much as you like Harry, you don't love him?"

Ginny sat back down, and pouted. "I don't think I like you."

"Well then, if you don't end up with Harry, I won't plan on your staying with me," Casey teased. "Now, this is you at twenty-three."

Ginny's eyes flew open, staring at a slim nude beauty from the back, three inches taller than herself at not-quite fifteen. Apparently most of her future growth would be in her legs. Her hair was thick, hanging to brush her shoulders. "Wow, I'll develop a really nice arse and legs," Ginny said softly to herself. Moving around to the front, however, she said, "What! I never get more than the little I have?"

"It's a pretty balance," Casey commented with the air of a connoisseur. "It's a magnificent body, and a lovely face. Now I said you wouldn't know the order, but you are the first. I thought you deserved the chance to take Harry's virginity in everything."

"Not everything," Ginny said, disbelieving.

"Well, I understand he was badly kissed by some Chinese girl last year. Other than that, he has never experienced physical affection. He has had no chance at privacy, either."


"Meaning he has never even touched himself. While you are technically a virgin, I sense you have both enjoyed and given pleasure." Ginny blushed a very bright red.

"You seem to have me all figured out. So, I guess I have to do this."

"You don't have to. I remind you, this is not totally real. You will have the memories, but your bodies will be just as they are now. You are a virgin. You will remain one, except in your memories, assuming you and Harry decide to make love. Do you want the adventure, or not?"

"Yes,"Ginny said. "I've dreamed about it for almost five years. I'd be stupid not to take the risk."

"Now, you need to practice something. Come along."

Ginny found herself in her new body.

Harry, Ginny, and Casey appeared in a small Muggle motel room. "It is the afternoon of Sunday, June Twenty-second, 1969. You are in a motel in the American town of Seaside, Oregon -- that's on the Pacific Ocean, if your geography is weak. You have each had three subjective days to get used to your new bodies, and for you two to practice on the Harley motorcycle. You both handled it very well in practice. While it is the custom here for the man to do the driving, I am certain Ginny will wish to be the main rider at times."

"Remember, you are Henry and Virginia Porter. Your licenses and passports are made out to those names. Use your magic to shrink your possessions for the small storage compartments and the knapsack. Whomever is riding pillion takes the knapsack. Remember to wear those charmed jackets whenever you ride!" The two, who had fallen and wrecked fairly often at first, knew they needed the protection of the jackets.

"Do either of you know what happened in mid-August, in up-State New York?" Both looked blank and shook their heads. "Woodstock?" he tried. The two still looked blank.

Casey sighed. "It's one of the biggest rock music festivals of all time -- that's Muggle popular music over the last forty years or so by your time," he added when Ginny still looked blank. "Your goal is to get there from here, but you can easily make it in a week so there is no rush. The rest of the time is yours. Where you go for a few days afterwards is also up to you. Look over the background material some more, as well as the maps. I added info on the concert, most of which will fade in a few days. You have the money, travelers' cheques, and credit cards I gave you. Have fun! Check out is tomorrow morning at Eleven." Casey disappeared.

"Check out?" Ginny asked.

"I think that means if we're still here, we get charged for another day even if we leave."

"Oh." Ginny looked at Harry, then herself. They were dressed in jeans, plain blue undervests, and old-style high-top trainers. 'T-shirts and sneakers', Ginny reminded herself. Their jackets were laid over a chair, and combat boots for riding stood near the door. Their wands were visible in the inside sheath of the jackets. Ginny picked up a door key from the bed. Her left hand froze -- she was wearing a wedding ring.

She was mesmerized for a moment by the ring and by the single large bed in the room, then mentally gave herself a shake. A glance around the room showed there was a small kitchenette and a bathroom, along with the bedroom. "He said this was Seaside. Shall we see the sea?"

Harry smiled and opened the door, gesturing Ginny through it. Ginny smiled nervously, then noted his ring as well.

The huge motorcycle was parked outside, and they both stopped a second to admire it. There was a sea breeze; the day was a bit overcast and it was 21 Celcius at best. Ginny did the mental arithmetic, and converted that to about 67 Fahrenheit.

The start of the beach was only two blocks away. They stopped and took off their sneakers and socks, and walked onto the slightly chilly sand. Harry smiled and held his hand out, which Ginny took.

'I'm actually doing it! I'm walking hand-in-hand with Harry on our honeymoon! It might be temporary; in some ways it might not be real; but his hand feels real.'

After a few more minutes of walking, Harry spoke for the first time since they had found the beach. "You look happy."

"I am." Ginny smiled. "Harry, this fulfills just about every fantasy I've had for almost five years. Just think of it! I have you to myself for two months. Two months where I know you're totally safe. . . ."


Ginny stopped and made certain no one was near them. She held both Harry's hands. "It just occurred to me. You have a year of being totally safe from . . . Riddle. A year where you can just live, and be loved. I'm glad you have that, Harry. You deserve it, and I get to be part of it." Ginny dropped Harry's left hand, hesitated, and stroked his cheek. "I'm very glad you're part of my life, Harry. I don't know what will happen when we get back, but whatever happens, know that I care about you very much. Know that I want you in my life, even if it's just as a very intimate friend."

"I want you in my life, too," Harry said. His hand closed over Ginny's, and he kissed the palm. Ginny moved them into a hug, and they kissed lightly on the lips. It was too public for more than that.

They returned to the motel nearly an hour later. As they passed by the office, a middle-aged man poked his head out the door. "Have you decided about staying the week? I can still book you through Friday morning. I know it's kind of gloomy today, but it's supposed to be nice by Tuesday morning."

Harry and Ginny looked at each other, and Harry said, "Sure. It sounds like a great idea."

They walked into the hotel room, and Harry asked, "Are you hungry?"

"Actually, I am. I wonder if there's any food in this little kitchen."

"Is there?" Harry asked from the bathroom, where he was washing his hands.

Ginny giggled. "I think so, but I certainly don't know how to access it!"

Harry looked in and saw a bag of groceries on the small table -- all tinned items, plus a can opener and some paper plates and plastic cups and cutlery. Under the table was another sack, with three small pans and a note. "'If you are staying, breakfast is on your own. There is one good place to eat lunch and dinner,'" Ginny read. "And there are directions; oh, and it says 'read all directions; things are different in America'." She paused. "Would the restaurant be open Sunday nights?"

Harry pondered. "I don't know. Let's see what we have here. Look in that ice box."

"Eggs, butter, milk," Ginny said.

"Do you want to try the restaurant, or shall I do a quick supper?" Harry asked.

"I'll unpack some of our clothes; you cook." She looked at Harry. "You can cook, right? If not, I can try."

"Yes, I can cook this at least. Twenty minutes?"

"Sounds good."

Ginny poked her head into the little kitchen and asked, "Which table shall we sit at?"

"The one in the . . . other room is larger," Harry said, unwilling to say 'bedroom.' "Do you want some milk, or a cola or some other soda? I saw a machine."

"What are cola and soda?" Ginny asked.

"Very fizzy, very sweet," Harry answered.

"How long will the milk last in the Muggle thing?"

"It's not dated, but probably at least three days."

"Milk," Ginny said, "since it's cold. I hate warm milk." She sat down at the table. Harry carefully set the table, brought in the milk, then a new bottle of ketchup, and finally dinner: a cheese omelet, beef hash, toast, and green beans.

"What's this?" Ginny asked.

"The tin said corn beef hash; if we have it back home, the Dursleys never have it."

Ginny shrugged and ate; she was far from a fussy eater.

When they were finished, they cleaned up together. This of course just consisted of throwing the plates and such away and washing the two small pots and the small frying pan. As Ginny was wiping the frying pan, she said, "Harry, we can't dance around this any more."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked. He turned to leave. "Have you ever watched the telly before?"

"Yes, I have once, and I'm not that easily distracted. Harry, I was told I'm the first."

". . . . well, yes . . . I mean, I haven't . . . well, you know. . . ."

Ginny smiled. "Harry, you're turning as red as any of my brothers." She turned serious. "Casey claims you're, well, to be blunt, a total virgin. While I've never . . . gone all the way, Michael did talk me into doing a lot more than I ever admitted to. Please, Harry, let me love you."

"What do you suggest?"

Ginny stood and pulled off her t-shirt and undid her jeans. In less than a half a minute, she was nude. "Wow," Harry said.

"Let me see you, Harry."

Harry stood and stripped, turning away while removing his boxers. When he turned back to face her, Ginny giggled nervously. "My, from snake to barge pole!"


"Honestly, Harry, don't be embarrassed. Michael wasn't much more than half the length of you. Just about the same girth, though, and if I could swallow him I can at least handle you."

"Swa. . . !"

Ginny smiled and took Harry's hand. "Let's see how long it takes for the hot water to run out." Hermione and some other Muggle-raised girls had several times remarked on how nice it was to have magical showers with never-ending supplies of hot water.

By 9:15, Ginny and Harry were exhausted. They collapsed nude on the bed, and fell into deep sleep, relaxing from their lovemaking, even if Ginny was still technically a virgin.

Harry woke up in the gray light of dawn, looking at a pair of green-varnished toe nails.

Harry blinked, in part because of what he saw, and in part because of the clarity with which he saw them.

Then he remembered the very strange events of the previous days. Then he remembered the very erotic events of the previous evening, which explained his sore jaw and flaccid state -- unusual for Harry in the mornings. Harry managed to move off the bed and into the bathroom.

When Harry came out, he saw Ginny looking at him. She stretched her long-legged nude body and smiled at him. "Good morning, Harry," Ginny said softly and seductively. "I hope you slept as well as I did."

Harry blushed. He wanted to reach for a towel, or find his pants, or something. Ginny's laying there, content to be nude and to look at him nude, seemed to imply to Harry that he shouldn't try to cover up.

"Good morning," Harry managed to answer. "Care for a spot of breakfast?"

"Sure. If you prefer food. . . ."

Harry sighed. "Ginny, after last night, it will take a while to recover, I'm sure."

"'It'?" Ginny teased. "No clever nickname? Wonder Wand? Firebolt? The Pride of Gryffindor? The Envy of Slytherin? Colin's Dream? How about Harry's Heavenly Hose?"

"No, no clever nicknames," Harry huffed, and went into the kitchenette, taking a pair of boxers and cut-offs with him.

Ginny was in the kitchen and hugging him in within seconds. "I'm sorry, Harry. I was just being playful."

"This is weird," Harry stated. "It just doesn't seem right, somehow."

"Because you aren't in love with me? Can't you look at this as a two month fantasy?"

"I don't want to hurt you, or see you hurt."

"Damn it, Harry, I've wanted you for five years! We both know this is likely my only chance to have you! Please, don't take this away from me."

"Is this what you really want?"

"Yes, Harry. Let's have fun. When else can we do this without serious consequences? We're not even losing time."

Ginny pulled the clothes from Harry's hand and tossed them on the floor. She grasped Harry gently with the other. "Lose yourself in the fantasy, Harry. I swear, I won't hold you to anything in the real world." Ginny moved closer, and Harry wrapped her into a hug, her fingers crossed.

Although far too spent to make love in any form, they forgot all about breakfast while they explored each other.

Author notes: From the little glimpse we saw of ?Muggle Studies? in ?Prisoner of Azkaban?, I think Ginny knowing about temperature conversions is more likely than knowing about Rock music and can/tin openers. Your opinion may vary. This Ginny I see as built like Ron, Percy, and Arthur ? long-legged and thin, but still with her mother?s average height rather than tall.