Sexually Overtured

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(' seks) Sex: 1 : the sum of the structural, functional, and behavioral characteristics of living things that are involved in reproduction by two interacting parents and that distinguish males and females
2 : sexually motivated phenomena or behavior

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Sex. One of the most interesting and talked about topics. When one becomes a certain age, hormones appear, making that person think, feel and act differently towards their peers. Like that certain string on a guitar, that one key on a piano. When played right, one can receive a wonderful outcome.

Sex seemed to flood everybody's mind. It came up in almost every conversation when allowed. Especially in the study groups. It starts to get boring after awhile when asked questions such as "Where do you find the foreign Mandrake root?", "How do we get Boomslang skin in an emergency?" and "My quill broke. Can I borrow yours?"

In study sessions almost every conversation ends with some sort of sexual reference, or gossip such as "Did you hear what Blaise did to that Hufflepuff Girl? Poor thing..."

Except Hufflepuffs. Their love life, or really just their life will probably never include sexual activities. Sure they talk of it, but will probably never go past first or second base. Quite sad actually. Guess you have to feel a bit sorry for the poor blokes.

When first, second, third and fourth years think and talk of sex, fifth, sixth and seventh years actually do sex. Of course the older years gossip about it, but why just brood about it when you can actually do it?

That's the beauty of being older. And with people being in their sixth year they take great advantage of the opportunity. Like Pansy Parkinson. And Seamus Finnigan. And Blaise Zabini. And Draco Malfoy. Yes... especially him.

To say, everybody is going out to lose their virginity. Some say it's a fad. Some a privilege. Some even a hobby. Blaise Zabini and Seamus Finnigan particularly fancy that last one right there. Social Man Sluts.

With him and about everybody else going out to have a shag, it just seems like the right thing to do.

Really, almost everyone in sixth year has lost their virginity. Except the Hufflepuffs. You must remember that they are sad blokes. When I say almost everyone - besides the Hufflepuffs - I mean almost everyone.

Harry Potter hasn't lost his virginity yet. And he's sixteen! Oh the shame many would think. Except Hufflepuffs. They would probably think he's a good boy for not ever experiencing a great mind-blowing fuck. Don't listen to them. They're emotional fuckwits.

Harry Potter was sitting in the Gryffindor Common Room in his favorite chair. As he always does in front of the warm, glowing fire he is pondering. Musing about something. But what? Ah yes... sex! What else?

Harry furrowed his brow at the thought of him being a virgin. All right, there was nothing wrong about being a virgin, Harry didn't think so either but yet he was still a bit worried about it.

Even Hermione and Ron have shagged for Merlin's sake, Harry mused, I mean come on! I'm The Boy Who Lived! Shouldn't I by now be The Boy Who Had Wonderful Mind-Blowing Sex and Also Lived?

Harry was a tad bit frustrated. But he also didn't just want to have sex for the hell of it. He wanted to have sex with someone who he loved, and they loved him back. Not someone who can only see his scar and nothing else.

He wanted that person to love him for his personality and accept him as a normal person, not because he was the actual Boy Who Lived. Of course he got stares from girls, but not much. They were only looking at his scar.

Besides, Harry Potter was never really the thrill topic in the Girls' Dormitories. Usually it was Draco Malfoy. But we won't discuss him now. Girls thought Harry was 'sweet'. Really all they could see was his scar.

That was good, but he was sixteen now.

Harry shifted in his seat and rested his chin on his hand as he gazed into the fire. Soon he was interrupted by a small group of boisterous students. Mostly sixth years. They were almost all in muggle clothes. The boys wearing something fit and casual, the girls wearing something tight, skin bearing, and short.

Ron and Hermione were among that group. Harry wouldn't have recognized Ron or really Hermione at all if it wasn't for Ron's bright red hair. If he was among them then Hermione would be with him too.

Harry had to adjust his glasses a few times to check if he was seeing things right becuase Hermione did not look really, well, like Hermione. She was wearing a tight white crop top with her midriff showing and a black mini skirt. Her eyes were outlined all in black, dark glittery eyeshadow and shiny lip gloss. Hermione's cheeks were a bit pink making her skin look radiant and healthy. Her hair was done and was looking very attractive.

Hermione actually was very attractive. Just a touch of makeup here and there and she looked pretty decent. She had grown a bit in height, weight, and bust. She was a very pretty girl now, compared to what she looked like in first year.

Ron was wearing a casual white button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and black jeans. Ron had also grown quite tall. His growth spurt finally kicked in around the middle of fifth year. His voice also got much deeper.

With them were Lavender Brown, Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnigan and Parvati Patil. The boys were all wearing something casual, but Seamus's shirt looked a bit tight. Parvati and Lavender also wore something similiar to Hermione, and had a good load of makeup on.

Harry watched them walk to the portrait hole, all talking loudly and jovially. Hermione was chatting with Ron and smiling. She glanced over absent mindedly to the fireplace and chairs till she saw Harry.

She stopped walking and talking altogether and walked over to Harry smiling. Seamus turned around with Parvati to see where Hermione was going.

"I'll catch up you guys," Hermione said and turned back to Harry.

Seamus and Parvati nodded and grinned and walked off with the two others. Ron went over to where Hermione and Harry were. Harry stood up and strerched, grinning at his best friends.

"Hullo Harry! Hey come with us, we're going to the Underground Club under the Three Broomsticks," Ron exclaimed and grinned.

"Yes Harry do come with us it will be great fun!" Hermione added still smiling.

"Ah, I dunno..." Harry trailed off and looked around, preferably at nothing. He scratched his head and looked back at Ron and Hermione.

"Oh do come on Harry! You know you want to go. It'll be real fun," Ron said and punched Harry lightly on the arm.

Harry grinned and shook his head. He looked down at himself, his clothes. These were not party clothes.

"But I'm not dressed to go to a club," Harry told them and pointed down at his clothes. He was wearing his school robes and his cloak.

"Then get dressed to go to a club. Here I'll help you pick something out," Hermione exclaimed, took Harry's arm and started to walk up the stairs to the boys dormitories.

"Besides it's Friday night. We all need to loosen up and have fun. We had a long week," Hermione was saying as the three of them walked up the stairs.

The week they had was in fact a very long week. The middle of the year exams had come up, making everyone study weeks before to prepare for it. They were thankfully easy but were still mandatory to take. Harry looked at Hermione as they got to Ron and his room.

"Hermione you don't usually go to clubs or many parties. What's with the new attitude towards them?" Harry asked as she opened the door.

"Yea, usually your reading about, five books in two hours. And doing work, and studying, and doing extra credit, and doing-" Ron got cut off.

"Ron shut up," Hermione stopped and gave Ron The Look, "Parvati and Lavender convinced me. Usually I would be reading a book tonight but I also decided that I could go to a club once in a while. Besides it's a Friday night."

"But you read every Friday night," Ron pointed out.

"Ron. Shut. Up." Hermione pointed at him dangerously, then walked into the room. Ron shrugged and mumbled something about 'How women are so moody' and followed in after Harry.

Harry and Ron sat on Harry's bed while Hermione opened Harry's closet.

"All right, let us see..." Hermione trailed off looking through Harry's clothes. After a few moments Hermione pulled out some black jeans, and a dark green shirt with three buttons to button up the front at the top.

"I think that'll bring out your eyes," she said to him and tossed them at him. Harry grabbed it and started taking off his shirt. Hermione then looked a bit flustered.

"Harry! Go change in the bathrooms please!" Hermione pointed out. Harry stopped mid-way from taking off his shirt.

"Oh. Er, right," Harry mumbled and walked to the bathroom and shut the door.

After about a minute Harry came out. The black jeans fit him very nicely, the buttons at the top of the shirt weren't button up, showing a bit of his white undershirt. To say, Harry looked pretty decent.

"Ya look good Harry," Ron said a bit surprised. Harry grinned boyishly. Hermione and Ron examined him from head to toe. Hermione tilted her head to the side.

"Harry do you have contacts?" Hermione asked.

"Yea,"

"Put them on instead of your glasses," Hermione ordered him. Harry looked at her for a couple of seconds, then walked over to the bathroom. He took off his glasses and placed them down near a bottle of mouth wash and put the contacts on.

He came back out and looked around, blinking a few times to really get them in. Hermione mused to herself and walked over to Harry.

Harry had been growing his hair out, so no they curled right under his ears, hiding them.

"Do you have styling gel? Or mold?" Hermione questioned. Ron walked over to the bathroom and got out some styling gel. He tossed it to Hermione.

Hermione squirt some into her hand and started styling Harry's hair. She was going a bit rough, making Harry squint a bit. After about two minutes of styling and reapplying she finally finished.

The tips of Harry's hair were curled out a bit and covering his ears. His long bangs were sweeped together and swept across his forhead covering his scar and part of his right eye. Most of his tanned face were brought out now. He looked good.

He looked real good.

Hermione stood back and looked at him. Ron looked at Harry too. They just looked. Almost stared.

"What? What?" Harry asked them both, concern filling his voice as he walked swiftly over to the mirror in the bathroom.

"Is this good? Do I look bad?" Harry asked and asked trying to look at himself from all angles

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"Wow..." Ron said quietly. Hermione nodded. Harry looked very worried now thinking that something was wrong with him.

"Harry. Harry! Don't wet yourself mate! You look good! Real good..." Ron reassured him. Harry didn't seem to quite believe him and looked in the mirror again.

Hermione noticed that the green shirt he was wearing looked all of a sudden very tight on him. You could see the outlines of Harry's muscles. Hermione bit her lip and reminded herself that she loved Ron.

I love Ron, I love Ron, I love Ron she thought to herself and took several deep breathes while looking away. After a few minutes of silence an' all, she got used to him looking so... good.

Harry had high cheekbones, muscles, was tall, toned skin, bright eyes, and a deep voice. Someone could almost say he was 'beautiful'. Well to say the least, very handsome.

Harry studied himself in the mirror. He couldn't see his scar since his black hair was covering it.

Girls thought Harry was 'sweet'. Really all they could see was his scar.

All of a sudden he brightened, because if that was what girls could only see, and they can't see it, then they're going to notice him!

"Harry you don't look like yourself," Ron said and peered over at him. Not like Ron was looking anywher else.

Harry's eyes glittered. This was his chance to finally, really be noticed. Harry grinned so big that if it was a noise, it would have broken all the windows in the room.

After a bit of last minute fixing up, the three of them left the room to Hogsmeade. Really everyone was permitted to go to Hogsmeade on a Saturday, but since today was the end of their mid-terms Dumbledore allowed them to go Friday night.

Harry, Ron and Hermione set out to Hogsmeade, all chatting jovially. They were all looking good and feeling good.

They walked through Hogsmeade to The Three Broomsticks. The three of them walked through the array of tables. They said a quick 'hello' to Madame Rosie which she asked them to call her.

She waved at them and eyed Harry as they walked by to the door that led them to the club under the pub. Madame Rosie winked at Harry as he looked back. As they walked down the steps Harry looked a bit puzzled.

"Madame Rosie winkd at me," he stated.

"Really? She is very... pretty for a woman her age," Ron said eyeing Hermione trying to say the right words.

Hermione didn't say anything but continued down the steps. Ron and Harry conversed quietly behind her while following her.

They all stopped at a big wooden door. Harry could hear loud, fast pumping music beat into the room behind the door. They could feel the hard rhythm of music in the floor beneathe them.

The three of them looked at eachother with Hermione's hand on the door knob. She gave them a devilish grin which was very un-Hermione like.

"Let's party our fucking brains out," Hermione said - which was extremely un-Hermione like since she never swore - and opened the door.

The loud pulsing music washed over Harry. The voices of people talking and dancing filled the air. So did the heat. The large room they were in seemed very smoky.

Harry watched as Ron and Hermione walked in hand-in-hand, laughing and yelling out with excitement before him. He stood there and watched the room.

It was very dark. The only lights were the lights above in the ceiling flashing strange, wonderful colors all around the room. Harry's eyes seem to light up, his boyish grin increasing.

"C'mon Harry. Let's party our fucking brains out," Harry quoted Hermione, grinned and walked into the sultry club room.

He was planning to have the time of his life tonight.