WARNINGS: Slash.

Experienced Virgin

Part I

“Harry, are you saying that you’re a virgin?” Hermione asked cautiously. Ron choked on his beer, spewing it out across the table and into Harry’s startled face before beginning to cough wildly, his face turning an interesting shade of red.

Harry wide emerald eyes blinked a few times behind his rectangular glasses before pulling out his wand and casting a cleaning charm on himself, sending apologetic looks to the rest of the patrons around the pub as Hermione pounded a still sputtering Ron on the back.

“You’re a . . . a . . .” Ron wheezed after a few moments, not able to complete the sentence and looking at his best friend in disbelief.

“No, I’m not a virgin,” Harry said quietly. “I was just trying to say that I don’t see what all the excitement about sex is.”

“What do you mean you can’t see all the excitement?” Hermione asked, patting Ron’s back before moving her hands to the table and playing with her glass. “You’re a healthy twenty two year old male with hormones.” Harry blushed hotly and shrugged.

“I just don’t see what’s so great about it,” he mumbled, turning his face down so that his jet black locks fell in front of his eyes.

“Have you never had a good experience, Harry?” whispered Hermione. Ron was silent but was looking back and forth between his two friends intently.

“I guess not,” the dark haired boy responded quietly, “but it doesn’t really matter.”

“Of course it matters! Sex can be a wonderful thing if you have a considerate partner.” Harry and Ron blinked at her, their faces tinged with crimson. She rolled her eyes in impatience. “Honestly you two! We’re all adults here and we can talk about sex in a mature manner, can’t we?”

“Er . . . not really,” Ron said and she glared at him. He gave her a sheepish smile and she rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to Harry.

“Tell me, is there someone that you fancy right now?”

“Hermione, I don’t think –,”

“Harry, you know you can tell me anything.”

“I know that but I’m not -,”

“Please Harry; I just want to help you.” The boy–who–lived was quiet for a few seconds.

“Yes,” he finally whispered. “There is someone that I fancy.”

“Who?”

“I’m not sure I should tell you.”

“Come on Harry,” Ron said, intensely curious now. The only thing that his friend never talked about was his romantic feelings.

“I . . . I . . .”

“You . . .” Hermione prompted with a sweet smile. Harry’s shoulders slumped, defeated.

“Remus,” he breathed. “I fancy Remus.”

“Oh Harry,” Hermione said softly, “I think that’s perfect.” The young man’s head shot up.

“What do you mean?”

“Remus is wonderful; he’d be perfect for you. Have you told him how you feel?”

“Of course I haven’t!” Harry gasped, looking at her incredulously.

“Why ever not?” She demanded. “He deserves to know, Harry!”

“I know exactly what he’ll say, Hermione,” her friend replied.

“Yeah, like he’s old and a werewolf!” Ron hissed. “How can you like him, Harry?!”

“Ronald!” Hermione snapped, smacking him hard in the chest, but Harry just gave a soft almost dreamy smile.

“How could I not? He’s wonderful; sweet, intelligent, friendly, beautiful . . .”

“That’s lovely, Harry,” Hermione said with a smile. He blushed bashfully, pushing his glasses up his nose and nervously rubbing the back of his neck.

“Thanks, I guess,” he muttered. Glancing at his watch he sighed and stood, throwing a few galleons on the table to cover their tab. “I should be getting home.”

“I’m sorry if I pried too much,” Hermione said.

“Yeah, thanks. Goodnight.”

“Good morning, Harry,” Remus smiled as he looked up from the newspaper the next morning when Harry stumbled in, rubbing sleep from his eyes.

“Morning Remus, is there tea?” Remus let out a soft chuckle.

“Of course there is.” Harry made himself a cup before settling across from Remus at the kitchen table, plucking a scone drizzled with chocolate from the plate sitting between them.

“Did you have a good time with Ron and Hermione last night?”

“Yea, it was fine.”

“You came home rather late for the evening to be just fine,” Remus said with a smile. Harry felt a warm feeling flood his body.

“You waited up for me?”

“Oh, no, I heard you come in,” the older man responded nonchalantly, but the red flush on his cheeks gave him away. Harry grinned.

“Whatever you say, Remus. What did you do last night?”

“The usual,” was the response. Harry laughed.

“Sat in front of the fire reading a book, drinking tea and eating chocolate?” Remus smiled, lifting his cup to his lips.

“Of course.” They were silent for a few moments, Remus drinking his tea and Harry munching on his scone, the ticking of the wall clock, the occasional turn of the paper and the tinkling of spoons against cups the only sound in the room.

As Harry sat quietly with his friend he thought about what Hermione had said last night. He had been living with Remus in the house that they had built on the foundation of Grimmauld Place since his seventh year. They had torn the old House of Black down during Christmas break and rebuilt a quaint comfortable home in its place. Once it was finished Harry had given a set of keys to Remus and asked him to move in and the two had been living easily together ever since.

Maybe I should tell him Harry thought to himself, glancing over the rim of his cup at his friend. His tawny bangs fell in front of his amber eyes which were focused intently on the newspaper. His skin was a light tan and he had a healthy glow about him from his years of eating nourishing meals and having the Wolfsbane potion. A grey dressing gown hid his lightly muscled body from view, his shoulders broad beneath the worn fabric and narrow strip of flesh visible at the neck where the lapels failed to meet.

“Harry? Have I spilt something?” Remus’ deep voice cut through his thoughts. Harry jerked, sending lukewarm tea splashing on his front and onto the table.

“Damn,” he muttered, placing his mug out of the way and reaching for some napkins. Remus pulled out his wand and said a simple cleaning charm, making Harry blush at his forgetfulness. “Thanks.”

“Are you alright Harry?” Remus questioned, looking at him with concerned eyes. Harry swallowed and nodded.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine. I’m going for a shower.”

“Hello Hermione, how are you?” Remus smiled, standing as the dark haired woman approached, giving her a quick hug before sitting back down at the table the werewolf had secured at the restaurant.

“I’m fine Remus, how are you?” Hermione asked, placing her napkin over her lap and folding her hands on top of the table.

“I’m doing well, thank you. So, what is the reason that you wanted to meet today?”

“I want to talk to you . . . about Harry.”

“Is he alright?” Remus asked, his heart seizing in panic. Hermione placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

“He’s fine, really. It’s just . . . He told Ron and I something the other night that has me a bit worried and I think that you can help him.”

“Anything, I’ll do anything for him,” Remus promised, eyes blazing with worry and passion.

“Do you promise to do anything at all?”

“Of course, you shouldn’t have to question that.”

“Alright,” she said with a smile. “This is what I want you to do.”

“Remus, is that you?” Harry called from kitchen. Remus smiled at the warmth in younger man’s voice and the delicious smell of dinner wafting through the house.

“Yes, it’s me. Do you need help with anything?”

“No, I’m fine. Would you like some tea?”

“That would be lovely, Harry, thank you.”

“Go into the sitting room and I’ll bring you a mug; I picked up a book that I thought you might like, it’s next to your chair.” Remus walked into the sitting room, picking up the book that rested on the side table next to a large leather chair, caressing the cover reverently. Harry had bought him a muggle novel that he had wanted to read for sometime, a book that he had only mentioned in passing a few weeks ago.

Perhaps Hermione is right he thought as he settled into the chair. Maybe I should tell him how I feel. Cracking the book open he became absorbed in the pages, only coming back to reality when a mug of tea appeared in front of his eyes. Glancing up he saw Harry smiling tenderly down at him, his emerald eyes shining with affection and his ebony locks falling around his face, full pink lips turned up lightly.

“Here you are, Remus, just the way you like it.”

“Thank you,” the werewolf smiled. “Please, sit with me.” Harry settled onto the coffee table in front of him, settling his elbows on his knees as he laced his fingers together.

“I’ve got a few minutes; dinner is finishing right now.”

“The book is wonderful, Harry,” Remus said, closing the tome on his finger before sipping his tea.

“I’m glad. How was work?”

“Tiring, but I had a good lunch.”

“Really?” Harry asked, intrigued. “Why’s that?”

“I ate with Hermione and we had quite an interesting conversation.” Gryffindor courage, Gryffindor courage, Gryffindor courage . . . .

Harry tensed, his hands clenching as his eyes darted away from Remus’ piercing amber gaze. “Really? What about?”

“You, actually,” Remus stated. Harry locked eyes with the older man and he swallowed audibly.

“She told you.” It was a statement, not a question.

“She did,” Remus confirmed, nodding his head.

“I’m sorry,” Harry whispered.

“Don’t you dare apologize,” Remus breathed, placing his tea and book on the side table and sliding to the edge of his seat, reaching out and brushing hair from Harry’s face. “Did you mean it?”

“Yes.” Harry’s heart fluttered wildly, his cheeks warm and his breath fast.

“Say it.”

“I fancy you Remus.” Remus beamed, cupping Harry’s face in his hands.

“That works out well, seeing as I fancy you too.” Harry’s eyes widened almost comically, pulling away from Remus’s tender hands that had cupped his face.

“What? No, you can’t fancy me,” he said, shocked.

Remus chuckled. “And why can’t I?”

Harry blinked repeatedly in confusion, his brows his furrowed. “You . . . you just can’t.” Remus pulled him closer, moving back in his chair as Harry slide to his knees, settling between Remus’s legs with a bright blush and resting his hands on the older man’s knees.

“I believe I can,” Remus whispered, leaning forward and capturing Harry’s lips in a furious kiss. The emerald eyed boy inhaled sharply through his nose, Remus coaxing him gently with his tongue to open his mouth. Harry moaned, sliding his hands up the older man’s strong thighs and up slender sides to twine around Remus’s neck, fisting his hands in soft hair as he hungrily kissed him back.

Remus pulled away slowly, eyes closed and head tilted lightly to the side, a loving smile on his softly parted lips as he heard Harry’s whimper of disappointment. His amber eyes opened, staring at Harry’s half lidded, clouded orbs, cheeks flushed and lips plump and shiny, their breathes escaping them in quiet huffs. “Harry Potter,” he murmured, pressing a tender kiss to one soft cheek. “You are gorgeous.”

Harry smiled lightly, opening his eyes fully to stare at the man in front of him with an adoring look. Remus’s breath caught in his throat as he saw the gaze directed at him and Harry pressed another quick kiss to swollen lips. “Let me turn off the stove and put a heating charm on dinner; I’ll be back in a moment.”

“I’ll be waiting,” Remus said softly, watching the way that round bottom moved with the other’s steps as Harry made his way into the kitchen. A feral smile crossed Remus’s usually sweet features at the delicious thought of Harry writhing under him, sweat glistening on his pale skin as they moved against each other, hands entwined together as . . .

“What are you thinking about?” Harry asked, shivering at the look his former professor wore. Lust darkened eyes met his and Harry bit his lip to hold in a whimper. Remus smirked.

“You of course,” he breathed, standing gracefully from his seat.

“What about me?” Harry whispered, leaning into the strong hand that cupped his cheek.

“I want you under me, Harry; panting and moaning and desperate to come.” Harry’s breath hitched and grabbed onto Remus’s wrist. “Do you want that?”

“So much,” Harry moaned as he closed his eyes, shying away from the intense stare of the older man’s amber gaze.

“Good,” Remus nearly purred, pressing a swift kiss against Harry’s plump lips. The dark-haired man frowned when the kiss ended so quickly. “But first we have to talk.”

“What about?” Harry pouted. Remus chuckled.

“About a lot.”

NOTES: Not edited, just reposted.