Last Resort by Spikesbitch
Chapter 1
Summer was not going well. Harry was not sure why he was surprised at this though as for every year since he turned 11 summer had generally represented two and a bit months of hell. Of course things hadn't been any better for the years prior to being 11 but since he had been attending Hogwarts Harry had known that an alternative to misery and exhaustion existed, making the months of summer that bit more difficult to take.
Most people who had heard of Harry Potter would be surprised to see the current state of their boy-saviour. Underweight and short for his age, Harry was dressed in over-sized hand-me-down clothes, too large trainers that had soles separating from the upper, letting in water when it rained and cracked glasses that no longer corrected his blurred vision. Harry had not been sleeping well and had dark, sunken circles under his eyes, not a good look for someone as underweight as him. Despite all these negative aspects, against these odds, Harry was still a very good looking wizard. His raven black hair had a tousled, just shagged look that, together with long dark lashes framing intense green eyes, would cause any red-blooded witch or wizard to catch their breath. In addition, due to being forced to do manual labour from sun up to sun down and hours of quidditch practice, Harry had a well developed, hard, muscular build. In fact, as appearances go, Harry had been blessed with looks that would allow him to have his pick of mate.
It was this fact that was currently causing Harry some frustration. As term had ended, Harry had been engulfed in opportunity, some obvious, others less so and yet Harry was still as virginal as the day he was born. Many admirers had been politely turned down as Harry knew they were only looking to score with the Boy Who Lived; however one or two interested parties were genuine enough for Harry to realise that it was not the fame driving them.
Harry thought back to his quite alarmed, almost hysteria when he realised that Ginny Weasley had been making none too subtle suggestions. Harry had squirmed, panicked and essentially ran away and put in 'operation avoidance' for the remaining few days of term. In fact, despite being worked to the bone by his sadistic aunt, Harry was dreading the expected letter from Ron, inviting him to the Burrow for the end of the summer. This realisation was not helping his misery over summer as it left him effectively trapped in his enforced slavery in Privet Drive.
Harry had spent the last hour and a half locked in his room, literally, trying to convince himself of Ginny's virtues so he could escape to the joys of Mrs Weasley's cooking and hours of quidditch fun with Ron. Unfortunately he was not being very successful convincing himself and was becoming increasingly concerned over his lack of attraction to the fairer sex.
Harry started to widen the field, trying to think of anyone who made his pulse quicken and an alarming image flashed into his brain, making him squirm and be ever thankful that his Occlumency lessons had ended. No way would he voluntarily confess that image to anyone. Unfortunately the image seemed to be taking root in his conscious thoughts causing Harry to panic slightly. There must be someone else. He was a red-blooded 16 year old wizard, or would be in 10 days. He must find more than one person sexy. Despite racking his brains, Harry was drawing a blank.
"Aaargh". Harry sank back on his bed with a desperate groan. He would die a virgin at this rate as there was no way that the person would give him the time of day, not with the years of hatred behind them.
Harry cursed his Griffindor sensibility that prevented him giving into one of the many hangers on in order to lose his virginity. Where was that Slytherin side of him when he needed it? The bloody sorting hat had been convinced it was there. Wasn't using people a pre-requisite for the house of snakes? What was wrong with him for Merlin's sake, boys his age did it all the time, it was practically a pre-requisite for being 16, but no, Harry bloody saint Potter couldn't use a willing volunteer, he needed emotions and feelings. Eugh, he was going to die a virgin. Voldemort had been stepping up his campaign all last year. Harry needed to do something about this and soon.
With only one impossible candidate on the cards, Harry decided desperate measures were called for. Cringing to himself over the humiliation he was opening himself up to, Harry picked up a quill and started to write a letter. He just hoped the recipient didn't reject the idea out of hand. Fastening the finished letter to Hedgwig's leg and sending her on her way, Harry collapsed back onto his bed with a long suffering groan.