The Virginity Clause

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters portrayed in the books or movies.

Summary: AU Story. Harry James Potter was the perfect heir; unfortunately due to a clause in his inheritance contract he is disowned. Alone at fifteen with no one to turn to, Harry decides to show the world and his family what he is worth.

Warnings: Slash and references to rape.

A/N: In no uncertain terms do I condone of rape or nonconsensual sex. Some of the views in this story about this topic do not reflect back on my own opinions and views.

Chapter One: Misunderstandings

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-Walter Anderson

For the third time that year, Neville Frank Longbottom was spouting random words at the entrance to the Gryffindor common room. He had been so sure the password was snargaluff. No, that had been what they had discussed in Herbology. Cursing his lack of memory, the blond haired Gryffindor made his way towards Ravenclaw Tower. Maybe Luna would be waiting for him; she had a strange knack for knowing when he was locked out of his dorm, and knowing the passwords.

Turning towards the left corridor in a fork in the hallway, Neville paused. There. The sound of muffled sobs drew him towards the right corridor instead. The door to the third classroom on his left was slightly ajar, where the crying was coming from.

Slowly pushing against the door, Neville peeked in. The abandoned classroom was usually empty, having only two desks pushed up against the back wall. Unexpectedly lacking of any dust Neville was sure coated the surrounding rooms, he could only stand shocked at the scene before him.

An eerily familiar mop of black hair covered the boy's face. Knobby knees were bent, legs close to the chest, the only protection of the boy's modesty. Ruined, torn clothing lay scattered around the room, making Neville tear up at the evidence of what had occurred earlier, covered in red and white stains.

The boy had yet to notice his presence. It seemed like he was muttering to himself between sobs. Creeping closer, Neville was able to make out the hysterically repeating of it's gone.

"Mi-Michael?" Neville whispered.

Startled green eyes blinked up at him and Neville let out a sigh of relief, before immediately flushing with shame. He had thought for a moment that the boy had been his dormmate Michael, but Michael had hazel brown eyes. Although glad that someone he had slept in the same room for two and a half years was not the victim, the Gryffindor still felt ashamed at his momentary relief.

Spotting the now obvious blue and bronze tie that was restraining the boy's arms to a desk, Neville realized this must be Michael's older brother Henry, for the similarities were unmistakable.

The two boys stared at each other, minutes dragging on as they both struggled with what to say before Neville once more blushed, embarrassed that he had done nothing for the other boy who was naked and still tied to the desk.

Hurriedly shrugging off his Gryffindor robe, Neville draped it over the other boy before untying his hands.

"Thanks," was said softly.

Feeling very awkward at these turn of events Neville blurted out the first thing that came to mind, "Were you talking about your virginity?" and immediately regretted it.

Looking bewildered Henry asked, "What?"

"You-you kept mentioning something being gone. I was afraid you meant your virginity.

"Ah, no." was the short reply.

"I'm-I'm glad. At least you weren't a virgin. I mean, not that what happened to you was any less horrible, and I'm sure it was just awful. I'm sorry! I'm probably bringing up memories you just want to forget but I start rambling when I'm nervous, and I've never been in this type of situation before, and I just don't know what to do. I mean here I am just trying to visit-"

"-Neville calm down! It is Neville right? You're one of Michael's' mates?" The raven haired teen asked, rubbing his sore wrists.

Neville blushed, how many times in one night Longbottom: he asked himself. "Ye-yeah. And you're Henry, Michael's older brother."

The other boy smiled at him, "It's Harry actually, but yes, I'm Michael's brother. And um not to be awkward or anything, but I actually was a virgin."

"But you said-"

"I said that losing my virginity was not what I was talking about. You incorrectly assumed that meant I wasn't a virgin."

"Oh." Once again he had stuck his foot in his mouth, could this evening be any more mortifying?

"Don't worry about it Neville. What's done is done." Harry stated, running a hand through his messy hair.

Neville suddenly saw red, a fiery rage building up from his chest. "Don't say that like it doesn't matter! Giving yourself to someone should be something special. Something sacred. For someone to forcibly take it, is, is despicable! Just despicable."

Harry was once again staring at him, surprised, before gently smiling.

"You are a good person Neville, and I appreciate your feelings and concerns, but the truth of the matter is I've more important things on my plate at the moment. You're absolutely right. I will make sure that my attackers get their dues, but at the moment I can't wallow in self-pity, there are things to be done. Thanks for your help and support, but I've got to make sure events are not out of my control."

Getting to his feet, albeit with some difficulty, Harry started for the door. Throwing on the black and red robe he turned back to the room. "I guess I should clean this place up." With a flick of his wand the garments were neatly folded in his hand. "Do you mind if I borrow this for a little while longer?" He asked, pointing at the robe, "I would wear mine, but-"

Neville glanced at the stained and torn robe and blanched. "Of course."

Smiling Harry thanked him again and made it past the doorway before tripping on the dragging hem. Although younger, Neville was quite a few inches taller than the other boy.

Waiting a few minutes after the boy had left Neville glanced around before shuddering and rushing out of the room. He didn't want to be anywhere near the place where such a heinous act occurred.

Glancing at his watch, Neville cursed. It was too late to visit Luna. He would have to sleep outside the portrait of the Fat Lady. Again.

-LINE BREAK-

The next morning Neville was awoken by Ron's older brother Percy on his way to the library.

Thanking the older teen, Neville quickly made his way to his bed, but stopped on the steps outside the dorm. He was surprised to hear voices through the door. It was only ten minutes past five, and even the earliest riser of the bunch slept in for another hour at least. From the shouting, Neville could guess that someone was in a bad mood, and due to the loud noise no one was able to sleep through it.

"Wh-what's going on?" Neville asked hesitantly, not completely sure he wanted to get involved.

Furious hazel eyes turned to glare at him as he walked in the door.

"Just look at this" Michael Patterson angrily hissed, pointing to his right ring finger. There was a ring Neville had never seen on the finger. It looked very similar to an heir ring but Michael was muggleborn, and from what Neville understood it was rare for one of them to be of noble birth.

"I don't understand," Neville replied, looking at the ring curiously. It seemed familiar, as if he recognized the crest.

"My brother is obviously a little whore and broke his contract! I knew he would do something like this. He was always jealous that I got to pick my profession while he was had to go into the family business. I'm sure he couldn't wait to spread his legs the first chance he got to get out of it." Michael ranted, pacing back and forth with his hands waving about.

"I don't understand," Neville repeated, "It sounds like you are talking about an inheritance contract with a virginity clause, but only the oldest and strictest of pureblood families still enforce those kinds of things. Even my family is more lenient and my Gran is the strictest person I know. Plus you're muggleborn an-"

"-Oh Neville. You're so oblivious. How can you not recognize the crest of the Most Ancient and Courageous House of Potter? I thought all pureblood children took those kinds of lessons ages before they arrived at Hogwarts. I'm not a muggleborn you buffoon! My real name is Michael Potter. It's a family tradition to go through school as if you were a muggleborn for the experience."

Neville suddenly understood the events of last night with much more clarity. There was also the realization that he should clear up Michael's thoughts on what happened the night before.

"You are being awfully hard on your brother without knowing all the facts. I hate to be the one to tell you this but-"Neville hesitated. This was a little personal to just say blurt in a public setting. Who knew how Harry wanted to handle this situation.

"Can't even find the words to defend that whore, Longbottom?" Michael sneered. "The fact of the matter is that my brother broke his contract, obviously by having sex. I find it suspicious that you are just now walking into the dorm, obviously missing all night, and you are protecting my brother that you have never met before. I bet my brother made you feel really good, huh? Well I can't wait for breakfast, I'm sure my dad already sent a letter disowning Harry. I hope it's a howler so the whole hall will know how big a slut he turned out to be." With that he stormed out of the dormitory, leaving Neville and the rest of his mates blinking in surprise.

Not wanting to be involved in a family matter, Neville shrugged and collapsed on his bed. This was getting too complicated for the Gryffindor to handle, and he was sure that Harry could take care of himself. Remembering the vulnerability of the other boy the night before made him feel some guilt. Maybe a few hours of sleep would make him feel better. Closing the curtains to his four poster bed, Neville hoped the situation would be resolved when he went down to breakfast.

-LINE BREAK-

Harry James Potter quickly and efficiently went about his morning ablutions before heading to the common room. Despite the night before, he was the earliest riser of his dormmates and the majority of his House.

Taking a seat at the closest table to the fire, he contemplated the things he had to accomplish.

He would have to wait for his father to write before he could owl anyone. His father's response would be the key to many of the actions he would have to take. Dread started to creep up on him, he knew how his father operated, and it was likely that the man would not want to hear any excuses. Harry was almost sure he would be publically disgraced. That had been all he could focus on as his pants had been ripped from his body the night before. Quickly retreating from where that thought was taking him, Harry sighed. Michael was such a hot head, a trait he had apparently received from their mother. It would be a struggle to convince the other boy it had not been a willing move on his part.

How did his life become so complicated? As if he didn't have enough on his plate already with school and the business. At least the business part would no longer be his problem, the thought made Harry frown. He had liked investing. Now Michael would be in charge. Harry sighed again. He had always known that Michael had wanted to go into professional quidditch and had always supported Michael's dream, but now they would never come to fruition. Michael would hate him.

Hopefully Michael would be level headed enough for him to train. His brother didn't really know anything about the family business, nor of how their partners operated. Harry would have to share all of his notes on the people he worked with, which should help Michael greatly. One of the many great things about being a Ravenclaw was his diligent and organized note taking skills.

Resting his head on the table Harry tried to keep calm. He had already broken down the night before; this was not the time for hysterics. This wasn't the end of his life, in fact just the beginning. He had a little more than two and a half years of school before he had to face the outside world. He would be fine. He had made many connections in the school and he was sure that he would still be successful once graduation came around. He no longer had a job secured, but that did not mean he would be a jobless bum. Although he wouldn't be working with the Potter Industry partners, he still had good relations. If worse came to worse he was sure one of them would help him out. This would turn out fine.

His dad would be disappointed and angry, but it was almost the Christmas holidays and he was sure he could convince his dad he was still an asset. Just because he wouldn't be inheriting the company didn't mean he wouldn't be of use. His father would be a little calmer then too. Smiling, Harry felt his life was looking up. It wasn't perfect, but he was optimistic that it wasn't an unfixable situation.

He had been thinking for longer than he thought; some of his housemates were leaving for breakfast. Not having anything better to do, Harry decided to join them.

Harry was surprised that his brother was already in the Great Hall. In all of their years together in Hogwarts Michael had never been to the dining hall before him. Seeing him leaning against the Ravenclaw table was not a surprise. Harry knew that Michael would know something went down as soon as he noticed the ring on his finger. Hoping his little brother wouldn't make a scene in public, Harry approached the table. Of course his wishes were denied.

"I knew you would do this to me!" was the first thing out of Michael's mouth, "You were always jealous that I was going to be more famous than you." Harry had to stifle a sigh. Most siblings were bitter that they were not firstborn, yet he had to get the one that didn't want to be heir. Why was his life always so complicated?

"You don't underst-"

"Don't patronize me!" Michael interrupted. "I know exactly what occurred last night. You finally found someone to fuck you so you could get out of this life. Well it's not fair! You know how much I was looking forward to quidditch. You had to be this, this selfish! I hope dad throws you out! You don't deserve to be a Potter!"

Harry knew that Michael would be upset, but he was drawing a crowd, he would have to find a way to diffuse the situation and calm Michael down.

"We should go somewhere more private. If I could just explain the situation-"Harry was once again interrupted.

"-No. This is perfect! Everyone should know how big a slut you are!" Michael shouted.

Harry was starting to feel angry. He despised the word slut with every fiber of his being. Memories of the night before echoed in his mind before he furiously shook the thoughts away. It wouldn't do to dwell on what was in the past.

"Michael please, I just want to-"he tried again.

With a resounding slap, Harry felt his reddening cheek in shock. Michael was panting heavily, glaring at the older teen with a malicious glare. He then stormed out of the hall.

Glancing over at the Head Table, Harry saw that only the Headmaster was present and he had seemingly missed their confrontation. Harry doubted it, as they had drawn quite a crowd and Michael had been shouting, but knew that the Headmaster favored the Lion House.

Sitting down at his table, Harry hoped that his brother would calm down in the next few days. It would be annoying if today's scene was a preview to his brother's temper.

Slowly moving his food around his plate, Harry realized he did not have much of an appetite. He didn't want to leave in fear of missing the post, because he knew his father's reaction would arrive. His father also had quite a temper, but hopefully he wouldn't be as quick to judge. His father was usually a reasonable man; Harry wasn't going to compare him with Michael.

It was another thirty minutes before most of the school's population was sitting to eat and the owl post arrived.

Immediately recognizing his father's Eurasian Eagle Owl, Gifford, Harry let out a relieved breath when he noticed that the envelope was not red. His father was not one to use Howlers, but it was still a relief to know that he had not been an exception.

Quickly untying the envelope from the bird's leg, Harry opened the letter with trepidation. No matter what thoughts he had on his father, it was still hard for him to be a disappointment. Glancing at the four words penned on the piece of parchment Harry quickly left the hall. He had known that the outcome would not be ideal, but he had never guessed his father would resort to this.

There would be no chance to explain himself to his father; Harry knew that he had lost his opportunity. No, it wouldn't have mattered. His father would not have read any of his letters before this, thinking them to be excuses.

Finding himself in front of the guardian to the common room, Harry couldn't even remember how he had maneuvered the corridors and stairs in such a state. Answering the riddle and making his was to his bed, Harry could only think of his father's four words.

Don't bother coming home.

AN: Well that's the end of chapter one. I hope everyone enjoyed it. I am already working on the next chapter so my self-imposed deadline will hopefully be met. Thurs is kind of a weird day to update, so maybe I will change it to Fri/Sat/Sun? Not exactly sure yet

I hope this chapter length is acceptable. It is roughly 3000 words. I'm not really sure what is the norm with chapter length and I will strive to make them no shorter than this one. I am new to this so I hope they are satisfactory

The story will mostly follow Harry and his thoughts, I only put Neville in because I needed someone to stumble on the scene and well I love Neville!

Thanks for reading and please review :D

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