Who Took Your Virginity?–One Shot Fic   Leave a comment

Summary: Who knew a simple game of Truth and Dare could change everything for the Gryffindor seventh years? Secret lovers, secret desires and a bit of fluffy-goodness. A submissive-Harry, Harem-fic. ONE SHOT.

WARNING: Some curse words, submissive-Harry, Harem-fic, bisexuality, slash, het…Not much else, I don’t think. No smut, though. Love it, but I can’t write it. The story might get weird towards the end, seeing as I was practically asleep when I wrote this. Sorry for that. Was awake at the beginning, but towards the end I started to get really drowsy, and my mind is never clear when I’m tired. Good luck trying to make sense out of the whole thing, XD.

PAIRING: Harry/Multi

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It was late at night, and most of the occupants of the Gryffindor tower were up asleep in their beds. Most, however, but not all of them. No, there was a small gathering of seventh-year students down in the common room, along with one sixth-year. Only one seventh-year was missing from the group, and that was one Harry Potter, who happened to have detention with Snape at that time.

Sitting around the large open fireplace, in a circle on the floor, sat the seventh-year boys – Ron Weasley, Dean Thomas, Neville Longbottom and Seamus Finnegan, and the three seventh-year girls – Hermione Granger, Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown. With them, sat Ron’s younger sister, Ginny, who though a sixth-year, was usually considered part of the senior group by her friends, since she was best friends with them all.

In the center of the group, stood a half-empty vial of truth serum, and a completely empty bottle of butterbeer, which unfortunately for one Neville Franklin Longbottom, was pointed directly at him. Seamus, the one to have spun the bottle, smirked from his place across the circle at the mousy-haired teen.

Neville groaned at his misfortune, but he had gone into the game knowing that this might happen. He looked over at all of his friends, who looked eager and expectantly at him, before turning back to Seamus and gave a resigned sigh.

“Truth.”

The Irishman cursed under his breath, “Always Truth with you, Longbottom. Can’t you ever choose Dare? Where’s the Gryffindor in you, mate?”

“What, just because I don’t like making a fool out of myself, I’m not a Gryffindor?” asked Neville, rolling his chocolate brown eyes. “I think it takes more guts to tell the truth than it does to run through the Great Hall bare-assed.”

“Whatever,” huffed Seamus, before glaring down at the carpeted floor in thought. After a few long seconds, his eyes snapped back onto the waiting Neville, and shrugged, “Who took your virginity?” he asked, expecting the answer to be ‘no one’.

The other teens looked at Neville in curiosity, as his face began to redden, embarrassed and because he was trying to fight the truth serum – they had all taken three drops of it before the game, and it was guaranteed to last a full 60-minutes.

“Ooh,” grinned Lavender, “I think Neville has a secret he doesn’t want to tell.”

Ron reached around Dean and slapped the struggling teen on the back roughly, “C’mon, Neville ole boy, just spit it out mate. We won’t make fun of you,” he said as he chugged down some of his butterbeer.

“Of course not,” Hermione assured from her own spot in the circle, between Parvati and Seamus. “I’d never laugh at you.”

The name he spat out, though, was one that shocked them all.

“H-Harry P-P-Potter,” said Neville, as he tried to choke it back, unsuccessfully. The second the name passed his lips, everyone’s backs got noticeably straighter, and all of their eyes were practically popping out of their heads, as their mouths fell to the floor.

“Harry?” sputtered Dean, staring at Neville in disbelief. “You lost your virginity to Harry?” Everyone looked back at Neville, equal looks of shock and disbelief on their faces.

“Um…” Neville’s face blushed darker, embarrassed to be discussing his sex life so openly. Also, he’s sworn Harry that he wouldn’t say a word to anyone. “Yeah.”

“When did this happen?” snapped Hermione, eyes narrowed.

Neville squirmed under all the staring, “Err – f-fifth year.”

“IMPOSSIBLE!” the screech came from Parvati, who looked perplexed, “That’s impossible,” she said in a calmer voice, “Because Harry and I were dating in 5th year. He took my virginity 5th year.”

Neville looked at her in shock. “What?”

“Well he took my virginity fourth year,” voiced Dean, frowning at the two.

“And mine, last year,” Ginny added in, staring around the group with widening brown eyes.

Ron’s head jerked around to look over at his younger sister, “WHAT?”

Ginny just waved him off dismissively. “Don’t start – “ she began.

“He took my virginity last year,” continued Ron, interrupting her. He growled and jabbed a finger at her, “He slept with both of us last year?”

“WAIT! WAIT! WAIT!” the chaos between the eight friends stopped as everyone turned toward Hermione, who had stood up and was looking around at everyone with a look of disbelief on her face. She had a growing feeling…”Let me get this straight – Harry has had sex with you, Dean, and Neville, Parvati, Ginny and Ron – and me!” she confessed, her face reddening as she herself got looks of surprise.

“You too?” Ron gaped. “When?”

“Some weeks ago…” she told him, fidgeting uncomfortable in front of her friends. “Just after term started.”

Lavender stood up as well and pouted, “You six aren’t the only one. I gave Harry my virginity fourth year as well, same as Dean obviously.”

All eyes suddenly went to Seamus, who so far was the only one to not claim anything, all hoping that that they had at least one friend who had not claimed Harry – or who Harry had not claimed. Their hopes were for not, however, because the Irishman cleared his throat and simply held up three fingers, a pleased smirk on his face.

The others gawked.

“Third year?” choked Hermione, stunned. “You slept with Harry THIRD YEAR?”

“What?” said Seamus, the calmest of the group, “it’s not like he was a virgin, even then. He told me so…Actually, what happened was that he caught me looking at him the showers, and instead of slapping me, he winked. Later that night, he snuck into my bed, did some awesome wandless magic on the curtains and asked me if I wanted him to teach me stuff he had learned over the summer.”

“Learned over the summer?” questioned Ron, bewildered.

“Mm,” said Seamus, taking a gulp of his drink, “Apparently he met a few people or something during the summer before 3rd year and they taught him, well, everything about sex.”

At this, Hermione gasped, “The summer before 3rd year – of course,” she said, nudging Ron, “Remember that summer, Ron? He left the Dursleys and spent over a month in Diagon Alley, and when we met up with him later in August, I did notice that he seemed a pinch different, but I thought nothing of it.” She frowned, and began pacing in front of the hearth, “I wonder who it was that he met?”

“Shouldn’t we be thinking of something more important, Hermione?” Parvati asked the bushy-haired girl in some annoyance. “Like the fact that every single one of us has had sex with Harry. Did he cheat on one of us? Did he use one of us? Play us? Are there others besides us?”

“Oh, of course, you’re right,” the know-it-all conceded. “Well, I know that Harry didn’t use me, or talk me into doing anything I didn’t want. It was late and we were the last to go to bed. We sat and talked for about an hour or so, before he simply blurted out, ‘Hey Mione, have you ever thought about having sex?’” She snorted, shaking her head of hair into her face. “I told him, of course, and he kissed me.”

“You had sex here in the common room?” Ron asked, throwing a look of disgust at the crimson couch.

“Yeah,” she said, rather embarrassed.

“Well that’s not a very Head Girl thing to do, Hermione,” giggled Lavender, looking at her with a bit of respect. “We had sex in Trelawney’s classroom – on her desk, actually,” she said, smirking naughtily. “It was damn hot.”

“On Trelawney’s desk?” laughed Dean. “Classic.”

Parvati threw her best friend a scowl. “I’ll never look at Divinations the same way, again. Thanks, Lav,” she said sarcastically.

Lavender gave her a cheeky grin, “You’re welcome, sweetie.”

“What about you, Ron?” asked Hermione, looking over at her best friend.

Ron’s eyes tipped red, “Um…I fucked Harry up in the dorm. Nowhere special.”

“De-ni-le,” sang Ginny, smirking at her brother. “Where at, big brother? Tell the truth!”

He growled at her, as the others gazed at him in blatant curiosity. “Okay, fine!” he snapped in defeat, “We snuck down to, err,” he gave a small laugh, “Hagrid’s hut.”

“RON!” shrieked Hermione, scandalized. “You and Harry defiled Hagrid!” she said in outrage.

“What?” he gave her a weird look. “Ewe! Gross! No, we had gotten done with Quidditch practice and decided to go and visit Hagrid, but he wasn’t home. We were about to leave but then Harry tripped over Fang and I went to catch him. I did catch him, but we both went down, me falling onto Harry – “

“Oh, poor guy,” commended Seamus with a wince, as he eyed Ron’s giant frame. “You could have killed the little sucker, mate. What do you weigh, 200lbs? What does Harry weigh, like 100lbs?”

Ron ignored the Irish prat and continued. “Since you’ve all had a piece of Harry, you all know how sexy he is. I couldn’t resist, after staring into those big expressive eyes and so I kissed him. He kissed back, very responsively too, and it went from there. I think we scarred Fang for life.” Before anyone could say anything about his story, he glared at Ginny. “And what about you?”

“In the Quidditch locker rooms,” the female redhead said simply with a shrug of her shoulders. “I snuck into the boy’s locker room to shy on Harry, but he caught me. I thought he would be pissed, but instead he just teased me, literally. Started undressing, slowly, swaying his hips and winking at me…Before he even got to his pants, I lost control and jumped him.” Ginny didn’t even look the least bit shamed that she had just confessed to having tried to spy on her brother’s best friend (turned fuck buddy).

“Humph, no fair! You got a show,” pouted Lavender.

Dean nodded his head in agreement, glaring at Ginny in envy, before deciding to tell his short story. “I knew Harry never put his name in the Goblet forth year, and I told him so a few nights later, having heard him crying in an unused classroom on the 3rd floor. He was depressed because of Ron,” he said giving the redhead a dirty look, “and the rest of the school turning their backs on him. When I went in, to comfort him, I told him I believed him. He gave me this beautiful, breathtaking smile, and threw his arms around me.” Dean chuckled, as he scratched at his dark head of hair, “I think I might have copped a feel, when my arms grabbed a hold of Harry, because he pulled away to look at me. Then he just kissed me. We went from kissing to tearing our clothes off of each other in just milliseconds, really.”

“You grabbed his arse?” snorted Seamus in amusement. “You’re lucky he didn’t take a swing atcha.”

“He’s not a chick, Seamus,” Neville told him.

He rolled his eyes, “So? Doesn’t mean a thing. Now, come on, Neville Bigbut, tell us your story then,” causing the others to turn toward the mousy-haired teen.

Neville glared at him for the nickname, before shrugging, “There’s not much to tell, really. Umbridge was whaling on him all year and I happened to be there when he came out of detention one night, cradling his hand. It was his first detention with the blood quill, I think. Anyways, I saw his hand and was pissed off, especially when I saw that Harry was barely keeping back tears. I wanted to go tell someone, but I just pulled him to one of the empty classrooms, and hugged him. Like Dean, I think I might have accidentally – “

“There was no accident on my part, mate,” interrupted Dean with a grin.

“I might have groped him or touched him in a way that he took to meaning that I wanted him,” Neville saw the raised brows, “that’s not to say that I didn’t want him, because I did! He practically climbed onto my lap, and then kissed me. Or I kissed him…I don’t exactly remember the rest, just that the next thing I know, he was laying on his back, naked and beautifully spread out on one of the tables, and I was – “

“No need to go into detail, Neville,” said Hermione hastily, face going red. “I think we get the picture. Very, very clearly, thank you.”

Neville blushed as well, realizing that he had gotten a little carried away with the tale. “Sorry…”

The eight friends sat once again in their circle, though not playing Truth or Dare, rather they were all lost in their own memories of their time or times, with Harry. Finally, it was Parvati that broke the quiet.

“What do you all want to do with this?” she asked, as she played with her long silky black hair, “Do we confront him? Do we hate him? I don’t know about you, but I can’t hate him, not for this. I mean, he wasn’t exactly dating any one of us when he slept with us, and therefore he wasn’t cheating, right?”

“Right,” said Hermione, still deep in thought. She was about to speak, but before she could even open her mouth to do so, the Fat Lady’s portrait swung open and in walked the person on everyone’s mind.

Harry Potter, dressed in casual jeans and a tee shirt, entered the common room, exhausted from his detention with Snape, having spent three hours cleaning the cauldrons and the entire floor of the potion’s classroom. Looking forward to getting a shower and then a good night’s sleep, Harry didn’t notice the eight figures still awake and crowded around the fireplace, until he was about halfway toward the stairs leading up to the dorm. It was thanks to Ron’s clearing of his throat that alerted him, and he whirled around, startled, to find eight pairs of eyes staring at him.

He blinked at them all, surprised to see them still up, given that it was close to midnight. “Hey,” he greeted, smiling at them, unaware to the fact that the friendly smile made him look like one of God’s angels, or that that same smile made them bite back sighs. “What are you all still up for? It’s like,” he looked down at his watch, “11:50.” He stared at them all as they stared at him, looks of wonder, curiosity and awe on their faces. After about five full minutes of silent staring, Harry started to squirm uncomfortably.

Then, Ron broke away from the group slowly and made his way over to his best friend, as the eyes of the group followed him wandering what the redhead was going to say. Harry raised an eyebrow at Ron, who came to a stop on front of him.

“Hey, Ron, what’s – “

He was cut off, however, by Ron grabbing the back of Harry’s head and bringing their lips together in a very dominating and controlling kiss. Harry, unprepared for the move, gasped, which allowed Ron to take advantage of the open mouth by slipping his tongue in. Harry grasped hold of Ron’s broad shoulder, having to use the extra half-inch of his tiptoes to reach the 6 foot 4 redhead with Harry’s own measly 5 foot 7 height. Ron’s long muscled arms came to wrap around Harry’s slim waist, and he used his superior strength to pull the dark-haired teen flush against him.

The invading tongue caressed Harry’s, causing him to let out a pleased moan, as he responded eagerly to Ron’s forceful kiss. He let the tongue wrestle with his, and gave the control over to his friend. He let out another wanton moan when Ron’s hands snaked down Harry’s back to grasp at his ass. The redhead gave him a firm squeeze, before abruptly breaking the kiss, leaving Harry panting for breath and incredibly turned on, and embarrassed, seeing as they had an audience, who watched the display with copious amounts of envy. Ron smirked, feeling the glares on him.

“I want to fuck you,” Ron growled, loud enough for the others to hear. Harry’s pupils dilated and he whimpered, his head bent up to look at Ron.

“He’s so beautiful,” breathed Parvati so only the others could hear, as the others went from glaring at Ron to staring at Harry longingly.

“I want to fuck you so hard, that you cum screaming my name,” continued Ron, giving the ass in his grasp another squeeze, causing Harry to suck in a breath, before the dark haired teen blinked in shock when Ron stepped back and gesture towards their audience of seven. “But it seems I’m not the only one.”

“What?” he asked, still rather dazed from the kiss.

“We know, Harry,” Hermione spoke up, bringing Harry’s attention to her. “We know about your, um, exploits with all of us.”

Harry’s viridian eyes widened in shock, “How?” he breathed, face paling.

Seamus smirked at Harry and gestured toward the vial of truth serum and empty butterbeer bottle, “One drop lasts 60 minutes, love, and we asked Neville here who took his virginity. Imagine our surprise when he said you when we all were quite certain that he’s never been laid in his life.”

Neville let out a indignant cry of “Hey!” but it went ignored.

“The confessions fell one after another after that,” the Irishman concluded.

“Yeah, but we’re not mad,” Ginny said to Harry, who was staring at them all, worried. She smiled at him, and sauntered over, “I could never mad at you, darling,” she cooed, as she laid a kiss on his cheek. “Ron’s right, I too want to fuck you until you scream.”

“But why – “ began Harry.

“Harry,” Dean interrupted, as he to went over to the dark haired teen. He leaned over and placed a kiss on the full lips, “I think I speak for all of us, when I say that you’re too special to hate, or be mad at. Plus, you didn’t do anything wrong by bedding all of us – very much the opposite, actually, you’re my little hero,” he leered at the smaller boy, “among other things.”

“Right,” coughed Hermione, “We’re not made at you because we realize that you didn’t cheat on any of us, and we all wanted – “

“Want!” corrected the group loudly.

“Yes, want you anyways, so it’s not like you forced us to sleep with you,” she went on.

“What I want to know,” Lavender spoke up, her eyes gazing at Harry, “is if we were the only ones at Hogwarts you ‘taught’ sex to?”

Harry gaped at the group, stunned beyond imagination by how well they were taking the fact that he had had every single one of them in a very sexual way. He shook his head wildly. “No,” he told them honestly, before once again squirming, this time nervously and his face was rather pink now. “Just you guys. I-I, um, I don’t really trust anyone e-else.”

At this, everyone frowned in confusion, “What do you mean, sweetie?” asked Parvati.

He ran his hand through his hair, a nervous gesture they all recognized, along as the licking of his lips. “Well, I don’t trust anyone else but my friends to, to, uh, love me,” he said in embarrassment. “To love me, and to not hurt me. I can’t trust anyone else but you guys, and I am a natural submissive – as you all know – and to relinquish control to just anyone isn’t something I’m comfortable with. I need to trust them when they take control of me, and who better to trust with that sort of thing but your own friends?” he reasoned.

“Aw!” cooed the girls, even Hermione, and they all pulled Harry into tight hugs.

“I do love you, Harry,” they each said to him, giving him many hugs and kisses. Harry’s eyes welled up slightly, and he smiled at them all, appreciatively.

“I’m glad you trust us that much, Harry,” Lavender told him, kissing his forehead tenderly.

“Yeah,” said Seamus, joining the girls and gave Harry his own tight hug. “I feel honored. Thank you, beautiful,” he delivered with a deep kiss before pulling away, allowing Neville to pull Harry into a kiss, then Dean followed with his own kiss and ass squeeze.

“I love taking control of you, lovely,” dark dark-skinned boy commented with another leer.

Harry sighed, feeling loved and cared for, as he looked at his surrounded friends. “Thanks you guys…I love you all so much,” he said “As more than friends.”

Hermione smiled and kissed the crowd of his head, “I love you too, Harry. But, I have to ask, if you were looking for someone to dominate you, and after you found it with Seamus, why didn’t you just stop and make it official between you? Or any one of us, really? Why did you feel the need to have all of us?”

“Because I wanted all of you,” he confessed, “not just one of you. I met some people the summer before third-year in Diagon Alley; they were staying at the Leaky Cauldron, too. They introduced me to sex, and told me all about different kinds of relationships and the most rare in the wizarding world. They mentioned the rarest type of relationship, a Harem, I became obsessed.” Harry was rather embarrassed to be admitting this, and ducked his head a little. “I immediately knew I wanted one, and I also knew exactly who I wanted to be in it. I wanted my friends, people I could trust with my life and my pleasure and all that jazz.”

“So you seduced us?” Neville asked. “One at a time, until you got us all? How very Slytherin of you.”

“What? No – okay, well maybe a little,” the youngest seventh-year admitted, “I wanted you guys to have a taste of me, to show you what you could have, before I asked you all about joining my Harem. I was going to wait until the end of seventh year to confess and ask you, but I guess now is as good a time as any.” He licked his lips again, and looked up at all of them, “Would you like to join my Harem?” Harry asked nervously. “Will you all be my dominates?”

“Yes,” Ron answered immediately, without hesitation.

The others followed his lead and they all blurted out “YES!”

Harry smiled in relief and was ecstatic that his dream had come true. Careful planning and strategic moves over the last four years has finally paid off. He finally had his Harem; with his eight dominate lovers eager to please him and, well…

Life was excellent. Life was very, very, very good.

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