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A Little Problem of Someone Else\'s Virginity	By : Beren Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 9132 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Written because of the Virgin
Challenge by scribbulus_ink
on LJ.

Title: A Little
Problem of Someone Else's Virginity 1/1

Author: Beren (aka Didi)

Email: beren@dtwins.co.uk

Pairing: Harry/Draco/(Fred and George)

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created
and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury
Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money
is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Warnings: Twincest. Foursome. This story is set post OOTP and therefore
has SPOLIERS. If you don't want to know anything that went on in book five do
not read this story.

Genre: Slash, Humour, PWP

Sequel to: A
Little Problem of Virginity

Summary: Going back to Hogwarts Harry notes another who seems to be as
depressed as he used to be. He decides to help.

Author's Notes: Thanks to Soph for giving this the once over. Several
people asked for more smut of the Twincest kind, so here it is :) ... now I'm
going back to writing the sequel to GTS before people kill me ::g::.

A Little Problem of
Someone Else's Virginity

There had been one piece
of news over the Summer that had cheered up Harry even before his discovery
that sex could give one a whole new outlook on life. It had only managed to
part the curtain of depression for a few minutes and he had tho thought of it
since Mad-eye had delivered the news one fine Tuesday morning back in June,
but it did occur to him again as he looked across the hall during the Hogwarts
welcome feast and his eyes hovered on Draco Malfoy.

One thing had become clear
shortly after the holidays had begun; Lucius Malfoy was more of a raving lunatic
than anyone had given him credit for. Failing his Dark Lord and being imprisoned
in Azkaban had apparently unhinged the man completely and rather than (as Mad-eye
had put it) "waiting for his wife to buy him out like any obedient pureblood
Death Eater" Lucius had declared Voldemort the reincarnation of Merlin,
come to save their world from the Muggle and Mudblood hoards. By all accounts
he was very vocal on the matter and hell bent on converting anyone who came
within hearing distance to his religious fervour.

From what Harry could see
across the Great Hall, his father's decent into insanity had had a startling
effect on the younger Malfoy. There was a space around the blond boy as he sat
at the table; not an unseemly space; that would never have done, but never-the-less
Harry could tell it existed. The vicious grey eyes that were usually so alive
and full of malice were staring at the table almost disinterested and Harry
could not help recognising a demeanour similar to his own from just over a month
previously.

Now a normal human being
might have looked at his school nemesis in such a state and enjoyed the view,
however, no one in their right mind would ever call Harry normal. Some would
consider him even less normal since his transfiguration from depressed virgin
to strangely happy sex maniac, but he doubted anyone would ever tell him to
his face.

As it was Harry viewed
Malfoy across the hall and actually felt sorry for him; a condition which lasted
approximately two minutes and then morphed into the vague notion that the Slytherin
was rather attractive, at which point it didn't take long for him to decide
that Malfoy needed cheering up and he knew just the way to do it. Harry's thoughts
were quite circular these days and usually ended up winging their way to his
groin. Right about then was no exception.

The fact that he was convinced
within himself that he was going to die sometime in the near future had had
a rather detrimental effect on Harry's psyche. Where he had been reckless before,
now he was the epitome of Gryffindor courage and foolhardiness; and he threw
himself into everything. Over the first few weeks of school, while in class
this resulted in some quite astounding results, including his successful transfiguration
of a coat hanger into a very cheerful snake with which he held a long and interesting
conversation and then adopted; perhaps propositioning Professor Flitwick had
been a mistake, although the hurried invention of an imaginary hex had smoothed
that over okay.

Setting up Hermione with
Madame Hooch had actually worked rather well though; it seemed that they shared
a fascination with broomsticks. They had both been reluctant when he had tricked
them into a meeting; for Hermione it was all a fantasy and for Madame Hooch
there was the whole student/professor problem, but Harry had given them a pep
talk on the dangers of war and seizing the moment, and after that they had been
jumping at each other. Hermione insisted on talking to him about the whole relationship
and filling him in on all the details, which he did not object to in the slightest.
It seemed that once he had admitted to her who he was sleeping with, he had
been labelled 'gay male friend' and had assumed the same role as a female confidante.
Some of the mental images Hermione had helpfully provided had kept him entertained
for hours.

His success in this area
encouraged him with the whole Malfoy problem and the weekend before the first
Hogsmeade trip Harry had had enough time to come up with a rough plan, although
it consisted entirely of the general idea that he had to get Malfoy to the Twins'
place next time he visited. He was pretty sure Dumbledore was fully aware that
he did not intend to stay in Hogsmeade with all the other students the next
Saturday, but since his mere presence no longer drove other's to contemplate
an early demise, the headmaster was turning a blind eye. When Harry saw Malfoy
sitting out by the lake, staring across the water mournfully, he decided to
go into action.

"Hello, Malfoy,"
he said brightly and sat down next to the Slytherin without waiting for an invitati/fon/font>

Malfoy stared at him for
a moment, obviously shocked and then scowled; Harry was pretty sure that the
boy was trying to exude the air which so effectively sent the other Slytherins
running. Either that or Malfoy was constipated, but Harry felt the former was
more likely, after all Madame Pomfrey could cure anything.

"Don't bother,"
Harry said chattily, "I'm immune."

That made Malfoy scowl
harder, but the concentrated expression disappeared from his face. Harry had
to admit that his companion did have the role of brooding evil genius down to
a tee. The white blond hair and pale eyes really were terribly attractive and
Harry had the sudden desire to see what was under the school uniform.

"Go away, Potter,"
Malfoy said shortly and turned back to the lake.

Harry simply smiled to
himself and ploughed on.

"Malfoy, are you a
virgin?" he asked bluntly.

Grey eyes shot from staring
out over the water to trying to bore a hole straight through his head and from
the tension in Malfoy's body, Harry reckoned that he was an inch away from being
strangled. He gave his companion a grin and waited.

"You're bloody nuts,"
the assessment of his mental state might have been correct earlier in the year,
but at the moment Harry felt he was more stable than he had been in a long time,
so he shook his head to that one.

"Nope," he said
firmly, "I have just discovered something better than the whole Voldemort
business to keep me occupied."

Malfoy's eyes narrowed
in suspicion, but Harry knew he had at least sparked the Slytherin's interest.

"And this has what
relevance to my sexual experience?" Malfoy asked in a tone that suggested
he was quite willing to hex Harry into next week if his answer was not good
enough.

For this reason Harry decided
to consider what to say rather than just letting the words fall out of his mouth
as he usually did. It took him a few moments to figure out how to make his point.

"Well you see if you're
a virgin, then I think there's something you're missing that you might like,"
no one ever said he was a great orator, "and since it worked for me I thought
it might work for you."

Malfoy appeared confused.

"Sex," Harry
decided that blunt and to the point was probably best, at which his head filled
with the mental image of something else blunt and he had to drag his mind back
to what he was doing. "I decided on my sixteenth birthday that I did not
want to die a virgin, so I found someone to help me out and it's a far better
pastime than exploding snap."

Malfoy was still just staring
at him, although he appeared to comprehend that Harry was actually talking about
carnal acts, even if this did not seem to sit well with the Slytherin.

"So, Malfoy, are you
a virgin, or am I leafing through the wrong spell book?" Harry asked lightly.

There were a few more moments
silence as his companion tried to figure out if Harry was nuttier than a fruitcake,
or at least he assumed that was what the pained expressions travelling across
Malfoy's face meant, and finally the Slytherin spoke.

"So are you offering
your services, or do you have some Gryffindor damsel in mind willing to give
up their honour for the good of the cause?" Malfoy asked sarcastically.

Harry was impressed that
the Slytherin had pulled together enough poise to pull off haughty disdain.

"I'll take that as
a yes," Harry said with a smile. "Actually I was thinking more of
me and someone else."

There was no expression
of immediate disgust on his companion's face, which he took as a promising sign,
but neither did Malfoy appear to be jumping at the offer.

"You really are completely
bonkers," the Slytherin said eventually.

Harry laughed.

"Draco," he said
cheerfully, "you don't mind if I call you Draco do you? Since I'm offering
to shag you within an inch of your life, Malfoy just seems unnecessarily formal."

His companion opened his
mouth, blinked once and then appeared to decide against saying anything. Harry
was quite proud of himself; he had rendered the Prince of Slytherin speechless.

"Draco," he started
again, "it may appear as if I'm a little unhinged..."

"You can say that
again, Potter," the Slytherin said pointedly.

Harry thought about suggesting
that Draco use his first name as well, but on balance decided that that might
be a little too much at this initial encounter. There were some things it was
best not to mess with until a relationship was on firmer ground, and although
a little voice pointed out that sex was one of these, a much louder one spoke
up and told him quite how gorgeous Draco's eyes were and shouted down everything
else.

"I am, however, not
now, nor have I ever been," he continued, "well except maybe, for
a little bit, just after Sirius was killed, insane. You could say I've been
liberated."

"By sex?" Draco
sounded very dubious.

"Well not exactly,"
Harry replied honestly, "but close. Sex was just one of the things I'd
been missing and I've found it rather addictive. The liberation came when I
accepted the fact I'm going to be dead before I leave school so I might as well
enjoy what time I have left."

That caused another round
of staring from his companion and he waited patiently to hear Draco's reaction.

"You're sure you're
going to die and it cheered you up?" the Slytherin sounded baffled.

"Well I could sit
oundound and mope all day," he replied, "or I can have fun. You should
try it, I mean I know you're not going to kick the bucket or anything, but you
can't tell me you're actually enjoyinfe afe at the moment. There's no spark
anymore, even when you tackled Ron yesterday in the corridor, it was like you
were going through the motions. I miss the spark."

He patiently waited for
Draco to dispense with the impression of a fish the Slytherin was engaged in,
smiling cheerfully all the while. He scored himself another point for having
rendered Draco speechless again and grinned when he thought he saw his companion
give up with being outraged and succumb to his logic. It was then that the snake
he had taken to carrying around in his pocket decided to make itself known.

{Is this your mate?} the
small green reptile asked as it slithered out of the extra compartment he had
created for it in the top of his robe. {You smell of desire again.}

They had already had the
conversation about why Harry seemed to be in heat the entire time.

{He will be if I have my
way,} Harry replied in the sibilant tongue that came so naturally to him when
in the company of snakes.

{You find him attractive,}
it was not a question, simply a statement.

{Too right,} he admitted
with a smile and then turned back to Draco.

The change in the Slytherin
was quite incredible; Draco was staring at him, but not in shock; in fact the
blond was sitting there, his mouth slightly open and his pupils dilating with
desire. Draco snapped out of it almost instantly, but Harry had already seen
and he hid the smile that threatened. This was going to fun.

"Potter," Draco
said as if he was rather exasperated with himself for even continuing the conversation,
"we're enemies."

"Why?" Harry
countered in a very reasonable tone.

"Because you told
me to shove off in the first year and you got my father locked in Azkaban three
months ago," Draco may have had a point, but rational things had never
stopped Harry before.

"I'll give you that,"
he replied honestly, "but we were eleven when we decided to be enemies
and taking it on this long seems rather silly. As for your dad, well, he didn't
have to come to the Ministry, and I'm pretty sure he would have been one of
those giving Voldemort a hand to kill my dad and my mum, which I think swings
the scales in my favour. If I can overlook that I'm sure you could overlook
the whole locked up, gone completely loopy thing. I mean it does make you the
man of the house, and since you're seventeen doesn't that give you control of
the family assets?"

Draco's expression had
been growing darker and darker throughout Harry's entire speech; that was until
he reached the last point, and Harry realised that possibly the bit about the
assets had not actually occurred to Draco before. Being very short of good sides
to most situations he ended up in, Harry was practiced at finding them where
most people might overlook them; it seemed that he had found one which appealed
to his companion.

"He was officially
declared insane last week," Draco said, more to himself than Harry, "which
makes him legally incompetent. Bloody hell."

The Slytherin looked at
Harry with a new hint of respect in his eyes.

"Why didn't I think
of that?" Draco asked, genuinely confused.

"Too close to the
whole thing," Harry replied chattily. "I've found it's much easier
if you take an objective view and make it your mission in life to enjoy yourself
whenever possible."

His companion rolled his
eyes and shook his head.

"You don't give up,
do you, Potter?" Draco commented with an exasperated sigh.

"Well that's never
changed, pig headedness runs in the family I understand," he said openly.
"Although I admit that you are incredibly attractive when you brood I find
myself with an overwhelming desire to find out what you look like in the throws
of passion."

Draco's features warred
between distaste and interest and Harry was pretty sure the distaste was a trained
in reaction rather than a real one.

"And what makes you
think I would be remotely interested in shagging you, Potter?" the Slytherin
asked pointedly in a rather obvious attempt to divert Harry's scrutiny onto
something else.
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