Like A Virgin

Like a Virgin?

When Ron came into the Gryffindor common room with a huge smile on his face, Harry knew something was up. It wasn't as if Ron never smiled; it was the fact that he looked like he won the lottery. Harry actually guessed that Ron might have just done, for it would have been the best thing to happen to the Weasley family. His best friend had stars in his eyes and his clothes were a little rumpled.

Harry wasn't the only one in the room; Seamus and Dean were in there as well, playing exploding snap. And when those two played, no one could drag them away until a winner was declared, but Ron's good mood radiated, causing even them to notice.

"What happened, Ron?" Dean asked, looking up from the game. "Why are you smiling?"

"Yeah, it's as if you won the lottery or something," Harry added, a little hope in his voice. Ron's grin widened as he sat down next to Harry on the couch.

"No, something even better!"

"Your dad got a promotion?" Harry continued. Ron shook his head and his chest only expanded more with pride. Harry was starting to become confused. "Then what?"

"Gentleman," Ron made sure that all three guys had their full attention on him. "I'm a man."

The room was silent for a few moments. Harry furrowed his brow. Of course Ron was a man. Sixteen is too old to be considered a boy. Why was he telling him this? Harry thought, confused. But it was obvious that the other two men knew what Ron meant for they started cheering.

"No way!" Seamus shouted, jumping up. The game was totally forgotten. "When?"

"A few minutes ago. The astronomy tower is free this period," Ron answered.

"I don't care where! With who?" Dean asked, patting Ron on the back.

"Lavender."

"No way!" the other two shouted. Harry was still confused. But before he could ask anything, Neville came into the room.

"No way what?" he asked, coming over to them. Three out of the four boys grinned at Neville, but it was Ron who answered.

"I slept with Lavender Brown," Ron tried to tell him as calmly as he could. He was grinning so hard that it started to look painful.

"What?!" The question filled the air by both Harry and Neville. Neville looked stunned, while Harry had a look of disbelief. He stood up from the couch and moved nearer to Ron, who stood up as well.

"Ron! You and Lavender...you two...and you never told me?" Harry asked, feeling slightly insulted.

Ron's grin disappeared and replaced with a confused one. "Harry, I just told you."

Harry paused for a second before he spoke. "I mean...I didn't know you and Lavender were going out again."

A blush set underneath Ron's freckles. "We just started today."

It was silent again, with Harry staring at Ron as if he grew another head. "And you just slept with her?"

"Cool," Neville commented grinning despite the look Harry gave him. Ron's grin returned.

"It's not like I just met her Harry. Besides, we're sixteen. It's about time we started doing it."

"W-what?" Harry backed up slightly. Seamus smiled.

"Yeah, Harry. Ron's right. I remember my first time. It was the beginning of this year."

"Parvati?" Dean asked, his face showed no surprise when Seamus nodded. "Merlin, you're lucky."

"She's pretty good in bed too. Man, can she ride."

Harry blushed, turning his eyes away from Seamus to Dean. "Do I even want to know who you slept with?"

"Blaise Zabini."

Jaws dropped. "That Slytherin girl? Hot! I bet she was freaky!" Ron spoke with admiration.

Dean beamed. "Boy was she. She's into bondage." Harry sat back down on the sofa, staring ahead of him.

"Where was I when all this was happening?" he asked his roommates, not even wanting to ask Neville, but he was sure he wasn't as bad as the other three. Ron grinned.

"Quidditch practice probably. Or working with the Order of the Phoenix. We don't blame you Harry." Ron yawned. "Well, I'm tired. I'll go take a nap before practice, eh Captain?" he spoke to Harry. Harry waved him off, unsure of what to really do. His best friend left, and Dean and Seamus picked up the forgotten game of Exploding Snap and head upstairs. Neville took Seamus's chair and faced Harry.

"It's okay, Harry. Being a virgin."

Harry blushed again. "I never said I was a virgin." It was true. Harry never said he was. Just because he was one, doesn't mean everyone else had to know.

But Neville caught on. "I know, but still." Harry sighed heavily. Just then Hermione walked into the common room from the Prefects dorm rooms. She sat down on the couch next to Harry, and placed her heavy book bag on the table Dan and Seamus had used for their game

"What's wrong, Harry?" Hermione asked, seeing the frown on her friend's face. Harry didn't know how to answer it, so Neville answered for him.

"Ron got laid."

Hermione choked on the air she was breathing on. Harry had to pat her back hard to get her to stop. "Neville! I never would have thought you would have talked so dirty." Instead of a blush, Neville just smiled. Harry stared at them.

"Hermione, did you just hear what he said?" Harry asked and she turned attention to him.

"Yes, Harry I did. I was wondering why Lavender was looking so flushed."

"And?"

"And what?"

Harry gestured with his hands, not really sure what he meant either. "They just had sex, Hermione. Sex! I mean..."

"Harry, as long as they are protected, sex isn't bad," Hermione calmly said, giving him a sympathetic look.

"I know that!" Harry went red. "It's just...he never said he was planning this...I feel left out..."

Hermione had a look of understanding, as did Neville. "I know. He didn't tell me anything either. Most of what I do know about this is guess work."

"You knew he was planning on sleeping with Lavender?"

It was Hermione's turn to turn a little red. "Well, no. But I knew he was pursuing her. You know, trying to get her to go out with him again. He kept on getting tips from me, trying to be indiscreet."

"Oh," Harry let out a sigh. He looked up at the ceiling. "From the way they talked, it sounds like we are the only Gryffindors who haven't slept with anyone."

The room was dead silent and Harry looked down again at the two of them. Neville was blushing a deep red and Hermione was avoiding Harry's eyes by playing with her hands. Harry's blood ran cold.

"No..." The look of betrayal was deep on Harry's face. He stared at them in disbelief. Surprisingly, Hermione broke first.

"It was last summer...Viktor came visit me while I was in France...My parents gave me wine and I was tipsy...one thing led to another and..."

"Krum!? You slept with Krum? Oh Merlin's Beard..." Harry lowered his face in his hands.

"I was protected..." Hermione squeaked out. It was obvious she wasn't expecting this kind of reaction from Harry. "I'm sorry..."

Harry was silent for a few moments before he looked up again. He turned to her with a small frown on his face, but he said. "No, it's okay...I'm just surprised, is all."

Hermione nodded, seeing the sincerity in his eyes. Then she turned to Neville, "Who was it with? Padma?"

Neville went even redder and shook his head. Harry raised an eyebrow; a sudden thought came to him.

"It wasn't Ginny was it?"

Neville turned white and they had their answer. Hermione was in shock, so was Harry. It was true, that Neville and Ginny had gotten closer during the past few years, but nobody knew that they liked each other like that.

"What happened?" Hermione getting her senses back together first.

"Er...a few months ago, Ginny was feeling down and she came to me for help. I...I kissed her, and she said that was the sweetest thing anyone had ever done for her...we started making out the next few weeks and...one night, we just did it. But she came prepared. Said she was ready and wanted to do it with just me." Neville blushed again. "I told her the same."

"Do you love her?" Harry asked. Neville nodded and Harry sighed. He had to admit that that was sweet.

"Let's just hope Ron doesn't find out." He said looking up. He just realized that he might have been the only virgin sixth year left in the tower, perhaps the whole school. He had had heard stories about Draco Malfoy and his many women. It left him feeling old and tired.

Hermione's heart fell as she looked at her friend. His pride was wounded and she was part of it.

"If it helps any, Harry. I think it's very...noble of you to be a virgin. I mean, you will have something special with the person you finally make love with."

Harry raised his eyebrows. "Make love?" He paused. "I like that." Hermione smiled at him, and then something passed in her eyes that Harry was sure was mischief.

"Until then, would you mind if I used you for an experiment?"

Harry gulped, but he was curious. "Experiment? What kind of experiment?"

The twinkle grew in her eyes. "I want to see if a Bulgarian seeker kisses better than an English one."

Harry stared at his friend as if seeing her for the first time. Hermione had just come on to him, and he liked it. "Your room?"

"You bet." They got up and they hurried into Hermione's room, giggling like crazy. Neville watched and smiled. He had a high suspicion that their virgin Seeker wasn't going to be a virgin much longer.