A/N: Not mine, never has been, never will be. Thanks to Lori for the beta - she's super fantastic! Much love to you all! Enjoy!
The first time Harry has sex, he tries to talk her out of it. But, Ginny Weasley was always a force to be reckoned with, and she doesn't take no for answer.
His 'I don't love you like that' falls flat on her ears when she admits that she doesn't love him either.
And her argument that he's going away soon and could die a virgin, seems like a good one.
So, he meets her in the Room of Requirement. She's so young, fresh, and beautiful, laid out on the bed beneath him.
When he slips into her heat, he knows nothing could ever feel so fucking fantastic.
He comes with her name on his lips, and she smiles when he kisses her gently, before falling asleep in her arms.
X.X
The second time Harry has sex, it's fraught with despair, and entirely too desperate. Hermione loves Ron, but with him gone, she seeks comfort in Harry's cot.
He tells himself it's wrong, but nothing ever really feels that way with her.
When she asks him to 'make her forget Ronald Weasley ever existed' he pulls her into him, and kisses her as if there will be no tomorrow. Because, for all they know, there might not be.
When she sinks down onto him, he forgets that Ron exists, and gets lost in her body, and the way she shudders when he brushes his thumbs over her nipples.
He drifts off with her still draped over him, blissfully unaware that they had an audience.
X.X
The third time Harry has sex, he finds himself again, trying to talk someone out of it. But, Ron ignores Harry's plea, and it doesn't take long for Harry to wonder why he thought it was a bad idea to begin with.
Ron is angry, and every stroke is a punishment, but Harry takes it with no complaint.
When Ron breaks down into sobs, Harry rolls them, and takes over.
He rides Ron slowly, and Ron's anguish turns into moans of sheer pleasure.
Harry comes, cock untouched, and Ron follows soon after.
In the aftermath of their, rather destructive, coupling, Ron apologizes. Harry does as well, and he knows they will be okay.
As he falls asleep, dried flecks of come still marking his stomach, Harry thinks that he may like boys.
X.X
The fourth time Harry has sex, he's filling a year long void. As he tugs on George's shaggy, ginger mane, he thinks he might be seeing a trend.
George is so very lonely, and in Harry's attempt to raise his spirits, this is where they've ended up.
George is a gentle lover, and Harry is mesmerized by the way George stares intently into his eyes as they make love.
But, when George comes, it isn't Harry's name that spills from his lips. 'Fred' Harry doesn't question what type of relationship the twins had. It isn't like he really needs to anyway.
Curiously, afterward, there are no tears from the older man. But, still, Harry holds to him tightly, and sleep takes them.
X.X
The next time Harry has sex, he isn't looking for a lover, and he most certainly doesn't need a boyfriend. But, when Draco asks him out, for some godforsaken reason, Harry says yes.
When Draco shows up on Harry's doorstep, flowers in hand, and fidgeting nervously, Harry knows where the night will end.
So, later, when he's kneading a soft, pale arse, and being filled so completely, he isn't the least bit shocked.
What does stun him, though, is the way Draco takes him so tenderly, stroking Harry's cock with reverence.
Draco finds his release first, but shows himself to be a considerate lover, when he brings Harry to orgasm with his mouth.
Harry has had several 'first times,' with several different people. But, Harry knows, as Draco holds him close, running his fingers lightly up and down Harry's spine, that there will be no more 'firsts,' for either of them.
