Molly stealthily slipped out of the Hufflepuff common room and up the staircase. She tiptoed because it was well past curfew, but moved quickly because she was anxious to get to the Room of Requirement.

Her boyfriend, Evan Nott, would be waiting for her there. He was a Slytherin, but surprisingly sweet for his house. He'd even bought her flowers for Valentine's Day last week. He said that he'd considered getting her chocolates, but that she obviously didn't need them.

Hannah, Molly's roommate and best friend, thought that was a horrible thing to say, but Molly just thought it was nice that Evan was putting thought into her. She giggled to herself, thinking about something else that she was hoping he'd put into her tonight.

She didn't think about it too much, but Molly was a virgin. Evan was her first boyfriend since she was eleven and had "dated" her housemate Todd for about a week. It was one of those silly relationships in which her friend had told her that Todd wanted to ask her out, and that he wanted to break up.

But now Molly was a sixth year and thought she might actually love Evan, and knew she wanted to go all the way with him. She had prepared specially for this night. After taking a long, luxurious bath in the prefect's bathroom, she had washed and brushed her hair, and put on makeup. Under her robes she wore brand new lingerie: lacy panties and a corset that pulled in her stomach and pushed up her average breasts.

In an incredibly Lucy-like moment, Molly glanced at her reflection in a suit of armor as she passed it. Still channeling her younger sister, Molly pulled out her barely-used coral lipstick from inside her robes and smudged a bit more on her lips, peering into the shining helmet. Quickly, Molly stowed the lipstick and hurried up another flight of stairs.

If she was in a hurry, Evan certainly was. Evan had been ready for this moment since they'd started dating. He'd pushed her to second base their first date together and cajoled her all the way to third base two days. Molly managed to put off going all the way until now, but she couldn't resist Evan any longer. Sure they'd only been dating a little over a week, and sure they hadn't even told anyone but Hannah yet, and sure Molly was only sixteen, but she was ready. Anyway, if the rumors were to be believed, her cousin, Dominique had been "ready" since her first year. Though in Molly's experience, the rumors were never to be believed.

For instance, the rumors about Evan and a girl in his Potions class were utterly ridiculous. Evan had told Molly that she shouldn't feel bad about her bra size, because he didn't even like really big boobs, so of course he wouldn't have felt up the Slytherin with double D tits.

And Evan wouldn't have gotten a blowjob from a fifth year Ravenclaw in a broom cupboard three days ago, because not only was he way to sweet to cheat on Molly, he had insisted that she gave the best blows ever.

"God, your mouth's amazing," were his exact words. "I know my dick wouldn't want to feel anything else."

"Except maybe a bit of pussy," he had added cheekily, with a bit of a smirk.

That same smirk now greeted Molly as she strode through the door of the Room of Requirement.

"Hello, lover," Molly said, as sexily as she could manage.

Evan raised his eyebrows. "Lover? Does that mean what I think it means?"

Molly smiled, trying not to get lipstick on her teeth, and unfastened her robes.

She smiled wider at the look on his face. Evan was always so composed, so in control, it was kinda fun to see him stunned into silence. Molly knew from experience not to ask Evan what he thought – he was honest almost to a fault – so she just sauntered over to where he lay on the bed. She awkwardly climbed on top of him and straddled his waist. He placed both his hands on her thighs.

"This is a nice surprise," he murmured.

"Really?" Molly exclaimed.

"No, I kinda expected this. Not all of it though," he added as an afterthought, not tearing his eyes away from her pushed up breasts.

Molly waited for a minute, and when he didn't initiate anything, she leaned down to kiss him. He kissed her back, but after a few minutes he rolled her off him and began undressing.

"There's no point in delaying if we're both ready, right?" he said pulling off his shirt and tossing it onto the ground next to his robes.

"Um," Molly stammered. "Well, I uh, I'm 'ready' but I'm not, you know, ready."

"I have absolutely no idea what you're saying," Evan said unbuttoning his jeans.

"Okay, well the truth is I talked to my cousin, Victoire, right? No details, but she said that before we actually did it, I would need to be, uh, physically ready."

"Victoire's the part veela, right? Wait, is she the slut or the prude?"

Molly frowned at him. "Victoire's the one in your year, Dominique's the one in mine. And Vic is not a prude!"

"Yeah, right. My mate Andrew went out with her for a month and a half in fifth year and she wouldn't let him go past second base. And that was over-the-shirt stuff. Anyway, don't worry, you'll have time to prepare yourself before we do it."

Molly shrugged and began unlacing her corset. Evan, wearing nothing but his boxers, paused and watched her strip, exposing her milky white breasts. Despite all the snarky comments he'd made about her body, seeing her in only a pair of lacy panties was incredibly erotic. He was so hard most of his dick was poking out through the flap in his underwear.

Quickly, they both pulled off their remaining underwear and threw it down on the floor. They stood on opposite sides of the bed, staring at each other for a moment.

"Wow," said Molly.

"What?" Evan said, not lifting his eyes from her breasts.

"It's just, I've never seen it all at once before. Whenever I've, uh, played with it before we've been in the dark, or it's stayed in your pants."

"No unpleasant surprises, right?"

"It just seems bigger than I thought," she admitted. "How big is it?"

"Nine inches," he said proudly. It didn't seem quite that big, but Molly nodded and climbed over the bed to meet him. She kissed him quickly, then pulled back and arranged herself on the bed.

She lay across the bed so her head reached about to the middle, but her legs dangled off the side. Reaching to her left she grabbed a pillow and placed it under her hips. She spread her legs and looked up at Evan, through what she hoped were sexy eyes. Evan nodded, impressed, and started to position himself between her thighs.

"Give me just a minute to get ready," Molly reminded him. She reached a hand between her legs and ran a finger up and down her slit, rubbing another over her clit. Evan made a choked sound as she tested her entrance with two fingers and unconsciously moved his hand to his dick.

"Don't do that, baby," Molly said, her voice hoarse and sexy. "I'm all ready for you."

Evan took his hand away and moved between her thighs again. He pushed in all at once, which hurt her, but not too much thanks to her preparations. As he began to thrust into her she looped her legs around his waist and pulled him deeper inside her with each thrust. Increasing his pace, he unwrapped one of her legs and flung it over his shoulder. Molly moaned loudly and he moved her other leg as well.

Molly felt her orgasm build as Evan increased his pace even more, pounding her into the mattress. He reached down and squeezed her breasts, twisting her nipples. It hurt, and Molly cried out, but she was really more focused on the glorious feeling of his cock pounding into her roughly. Molly screamed as she reached her peak, great waves of pleasure crashing through her body, spots of color clouding her vision.

When she came down from her high, Evan pulled out and came in thick bursts all over her face. Days ago he had insisted that they not use protection when they finally had sex. He claimed that they would only lessen the pleasure for both of them, and he would just pull out when he was close.

Panting, they both lay back on the bed. Molly used a corner of the sheet to wipe her face, a part of her mind wishing that Evan hadn't aimed for her face, of all places.

"That was amazing," she said, beaming at him. "But I need to bathe."

"Yeah, whatever," he replied. "I think I'm gonna go then." Molly sat up and kissed him good-bye. He dressed quickly and left, slamming the door. With strange, hollow sense, Molly pulled on her robe, not bothering with the uncomfortable lingerie and headed back to her own dorm. She showered quickly and collapsed in her bed, falling asleep instantly.

She awoke far to abruptly, the bright morning sun shining in her eyes, reflecting off her cousin's silvery blonde hair.

"Molly," Victoire whispered urgently. "What on earth did you do last night?"

"Wha?" Molly sat up awkwardly. "Vic, how did you even get in here?"

"Hannah let me in," her cousin replied. "And she said you got back here past midnight, almost naked and covered in something white, and you didn't even notice she was awake. Molly, you didn't sleep with Evan Nott, did you?"

Molly was now wide-awake, bolt upright in her bed. "How did you know?'

Victoire grimaced. "I heard him bragging this morning about 'banging the next virgin Weasley'. Apparently since Dom and I were both out of the way, you were next in line." The anger in her voice was so strong; Molly was momentarily scared of her cousin.

"No," Molly said. "It's not like that. He told me he loved me." Satisfied with this knowledge, Molly closed her eyes and leaned back, shutting out Victoire's concerned face.