FOUR OF HEARTS
CHAPTER ONE
"Harry, where have you been all night? We had to lie for you and everything!" Ron hissed, moving over so that Harry could take a seat beside him. Breakfast was nearly over, but they still managed to pass him a few things to eat.
"I was with someone, someone special to me," Harry murmured, nibbling the items. Hermione looked up to him, raising an eyebrow. "Yes, it was him again."
"You're supposed to be teammates, not lovers," Hermione whispered. "And what about the girls he's been asking out. Why are you two lying to yourselves?"
"We're not lying, Hermione. We're just having some fun. We both like girls," Harry replied, sipping some juice. "But we like each other too."
"I just can't believe you're fucking a Hufflepuff. They have herpes, you know," Ron smirked.
"Any human being can have herpes, Ron. See?" Hermione asked, showing him her red bumps. They were in her cleavage, and Ron laughed loudly.
"How the hell did you get it there, you fucking slut?!" he cried, slapping the table.
"Shut up, you fiend! He said it was just jock itch, and his favorite thing is titty fucking. How could I pass him up?"
"Who's your him?" Harry asked.
"Damn, this is confusing," Ron murmured, turning to Hermione. "Yeah, who is he this time?"
"Draco," she whispered. "And he's the only one I've had any kind of sex with. I'm not like Harry here, or Cho over there," Hermione scoffed. Cho was shoving a glass in and out of her mouth while winking at the Ravenclaw table. A dark-haired guy grimaced then looked down to his lap. "She is the real slut, not me."
"But you two aren't exclusive. That's what makes you a slut," Ron sighed.
"Draco doesn't want to be exclusive. And I kind of like that idea; I have better things to do than worry with a relationship," Hermione replied.
A bell sounded overhead, and the group got up with the others.
"Harry, I hope you won't be too tired for potions. There's a big test today," Hermione whispered. Harry shrugged, walking with them into the dungeon.
"We take turns, and we slept a little," Harry replied. "I really don't want to talk about it. What I do is between Cedric and me."
"And what I do is between Draco and me," Hermione hissed into Ron's ear.
"And whoever else you've supposedly been with. It's all over the bathroom wall, Hermione: You're a Class-A slut, perfect for the fucking," Ron grinned.
"Too bad you're not," Draco leered. The group turned to see Draco and his friends, and they'd heard every word. "So you're taking cheap shots at my girlfriend, Weasley? I'd expect more from a virgin like you. I guess he's just mad that he's the only Hogwarts student with a cherry intact, aside from maybe Longbottom over there," Draco nodded. Neville turned, revealing a short sixth year that he had pinned against the wall. Draco and his friends broke into laughter as Neville returned himself to his clothes. "I guess I was right: You're the only person in the school with his cherry intact."
"You mean those two goons have been touched by a woman?" Ron asked. Draco smirked.
"They aren't fond of women, Ron, so they fuck each other. I'll have to call you in to watch sometime, Weasley. It really gets my rocks off to see such brotherly love. Harry, wouldn't you say it's beautiful?"
"Fuck off, Malfoy," Harry hissed.
"Not hardly, Potter," Draco grinned. "At least I'm not ashamed of my exploits. Hermione, do you mind helping me with my transfigurations tonight? I've always wondered how owls fuck."
"Owls? Um, sure," Hermione whispered.
"Get in here, already!" Snape hissed. "Fifty points from each of you for taking too long. Draco…my flasks need cleaning again," Snape whispered. Harry, Hermione, and Ron scoffed as they all entered the classroom.
"That's why I keep things private," Harry whispered. "I don't like people using it against me."
"Buzz off, Harry. Malfoy's right: At least you all have had someone."
"It's not all fun and games, Ron," Hermione whispered. "I don't care what he needs help with. He can find his own partner."