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Harry Potter, Virgin Extraordinaire	By : lordoberon Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 16229 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is entirely the property of J.K. Rowling. I claim no ownership over it. I make no money in the writing of this story.

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here 'tis! sorry for the cheesy ending lines...=3 I ran out of ideas.

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HARRY POTTER, VIRGIN EXTRAORDINAIRE

an HP fanfic

by lordoberon

EPILOGUE

They were crouched in a fireplace, Blaise bent over nearly in half, but Blaise waited. He looked at Harry with his alert, tender gaze. His gaze had concern and confidence in it. Harry knew he was bad at taking care of himself, but he knew in that moment, staring at Blaise, that this man would take care of him, when he needed it, and also let him be as free as a bird.

Harry smiled, and took Blaise’s hand. He pulled them out of the fireplace and shook soot from his head and shoulders.

Snaps of spells taking pictures met his ears first. Then the crowd rushed on them. Quick Quills scribbled across pages, and both Harry and Blaise were pelted with questions –

“Mr. Potter, is it true that you’ve done a background check on Mr. Zabini to see if he has any Dark Arts backgrounds?”

“Mr. Potter, did you know that the Zabini family has a history of Dark Arts use?”

“Mr. Potter, how does it feel to be dating someone from your rival Slytherin House?”

“How long have you been in this secret affair, Mr. Potter? How does Ginny feel being cheated on?”

“Mr. Zabini, tell us what your plans are for your future with Mr. Potter.”

“Are you going to give up your name and wealth and take up the Potter name, Mr. Zabini?”

“How does your mother feel about this?”

“How do your friends feel about this?”

“When is the wedding?”

“Do you want children?”

And then –

“Hey, mate.”

Ron stood in front of them. His hair was tousled, and he had dark circles under his eyes. For a moment, Harry felt sorry for him – for how stressed Ron looked at the revelation that his best friend liked blokes – but mostly he felt a twinge of “serves him right”, because of how Ron refused to believe that a Slytherin could be decent.

What was worse, was Ginny. She stood next to Ron with her arms across her chest and a sour expression on her face. She flashed glares at Blaise, which only made the man smile. He was doing better at handling her than he was at handling the press – Harry noticed a little twitch under his eye whenever the cameras flashed, and he had moved closer to Harry as soon as the reporters were cramming them in.

Right now though, with only one challenge in front of him and the reporters held at bay by a privacy spell Harry had cast, he seemed alright. Harry decided he would be, too.

Harry smiled on purpose – how annoying, to have to give a friend that treatment – and gave Ron a friendly slap on the shoulder.

“Thanks for opening the Floo, Ron. Have a fun game.”

He left then, and Blaise followed him. They ignored the swarming reporters, pushing past. Blaise leaned in to whisper, “Good call. I think you did the right thing in not trying to chum it up. Plus, I was readying a spell to blast the girl so she couldn’t throw a Bat Bogeys Hex. Bitchy, isn’t she?”

Harry smiled. “Tell me about it.”

Then the reporters swarmed them again, and in their midst Harry heard -

“Harry! Harry, over here!”

Harry answered a couple sensible questions, and allowed one or two pictures, smiling, but then he was reaching out for a familiar arm and found himself accosted by a head of bushy hair which made his chin itch.

“Harry! You made it!”

Harry stared at Hermione. “I thought you hated Quidditch?”

Hermione wrinkled her nose, and kept pulling them with her through the crowd. “I don’t hate it, I just don’t care for it. But I wanted to see you. To talk to you. Please, Harry?”

They sequestered themselves in an empty corner, and Harry crossed his arms and frowned at his friend. “What about?”

Hermione looked at Harry, then at Blaise, and then her gaze flashed quickly back to Harry. “Well, Harry. Ron told me. He’s really upset about it. He’s angry and confused and he’s sure you’ve gone completely mad. He even suggested that maybe that Dark Arts user hit you with the Confundus Charm!”

She laughed. Harry smiled. He looked over at Blaise, whose expression showed he was on the verge of laughing, too.

“We’ll get through to him some day,” Harry laughed, “Give him time. Right?”

Hermione nodded. “Yes. Well. I was wondering if you two wanted to take me up on that dinner offer. Ron could come too. We could all talk about it.”

Harry frowned. “How about let’s wait? I think Ron would just yell at me, at this point. And Ginny’s with him today.”

Hermione nodded. “I’ve got to run, but please tell me you’ll come, Harry. That little place near your home. The Green something or other. It can be just the four of us. No Ginny.”

She looked at Blaise, seeing Harry was not going for it, and Blaise said, “What’s to talk about? If you’re fine with us, then…no need, really. And if Weasley’s not fine, which he clearly isn’t…even less need.”

Hermione’s mouth twitched. “I see. Well. Okay, then. I’ll just let you guys have fun. Maybe another time. How about next week? Is that enough time? It’s just hard to be around Ron when he’s…”

Blaise’s voice was cool now. “How about thinking about Harry, instead of yourself? He’s got paparazzi and papers to deal with. And he’s still woozy from whatever spell got him at work the other day. Instead of pressuring him so you can have everything and everyone in neat little boxes, why not just be kind?”

Hermione’s face turned bright red, and she opened her mouth, and then closed it. She looked about to spit something mean and grab her wand, but then her face crumpled. “Y-You’re right. I’m just – I’m just adding more on Harry -”

She turned towards Harry, who let her hug him tightly enough that his ribs hurt. He brushed his hands down her head, and whispered, “It’s okay. We’ll be fine, all of us. Just keep Ginny out of it, please, and let Ron steam alone. Visit if it gets too annoying.”

She nodded, and then emerged from Harry’s shoulder and smiled brightly at Blaise. “I think I might like you, you know.”

Blaise winked and smiled. They squished out of the corner so Hermione could leave, and when she was gone, Harry let out a deep breath.

“Alright?”

Harry breathed in again, and then out. Sheesh. Friends could be a pain. But they were also a blessing. He knew he wouldn’t be where he was and who he was right now, without Ron and Hermione. He hoped Ron’s anger would blow over sooner rather than later. And he hoped Hermione didn’t spend time crying over what Blaise had said. His honesty could be a little harsh if you weren’t prepared for it. Harry personally enjoyed it a lot.

“Let’s go.”

They made their way through madness to the private box near the top of the stadium. They cast their Muffliato and other privacy spells, and Harry finally sank back into his seat, relaxed, as the game began.

And what a game! From the very start it was crackling with tension. Harry found himself alternately cheering and booing. Blaise was excited, too, standing up to watch more closely through his Omnioculars as the Kestrels Seeker dove towards the ground, jumping up to yell, “YES!” when they made a goal.

Mid-way through the game, Harry turned to Blaise. “Do you mind if I do something that will get us splattered all over the papers even more? I feel so good right now, I could do anything and tolerate any hassle.”

Blaise brushed a curl away from his face and smiled at Harry. “I know what you’re thinking.”

He leaned in towards Harry and pulled him in. Harry breathed in that sweet scent, took in Blaise’s smile that reached into his eyes and was just for Harry. And then they kissed, long and hard and passionate. Harry pulled away breathless.

They resumed watching the game, smirking at the stares they felt from people watching them nearby, and Harry reached over to hold Blaise’s hand. It was warm and gentle, and Harry hoped he would get to keep holding it, “tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow”, like that play by Shakespeare.

He said that aloud, even if it was cheesy and silly, because he wanted to be open with Blaise, not hiding his feelings. Blaise pulled his Omnioculars away and looked at Harry.

“Yes,” he said. “Me, too. Remember your promise, Harry? About your being mine? Well, I’ll make you a promise – that you’ll have me, tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow.”

They sealed it with a kiss.

THE END
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