I rested my head against the tree trunk I was leaning against, a sigh escaping my lips. My eyes were closed, allowing me to listen to the nature around me. The centaur herd was roaming just at the edge of ear-shot; the thestrals were by the creek about fifty yards from me; and something large was thumping around in the distance. I don't know how long I've been sitting here in solitude but I was actually enjoying it.

The sound of soft, cautious footfalls caught my attention. I clench my teeth and fisted my hands. I prayed to the earth that it was Umbridge, because if it was . . . no one would hear her scream out here.

"Talis?"

Okay . . . It wasn't Umbridge, but I'll take it. "I'm over here," I called out without opening my eyes.

The footsteps drew closer then stopped beside my tree. "Tal?"

I rolled my eyes behind their lids. "Down here." I breathed in the now familiar scent of my beloved: warmth, wood smoke from the fireplace and something unique. "It's been ages since someone has called me that," I commented, turning my face to the canopy high above. "Almost forgot what it sounded like."

"I saw you go into the forest when I was heading back to the castle," his voice said from above me. I heard the leaves on the forest floor crunch as he crouched beside me. "You're angry with Umbridge."

"Hagrid is a good friend," I said. "He doesn't deserved to be talked down to by a Ministry toad who hasn't a clue about what is being taught." I reached out a hand in his general direction. A soft sigh slipped through my lips when I made contact with his warm flesh. I drew my thumb over his skin and realized I was touching his neck. His warm breath caressed the thin skin on my wrist, and I shivered. "You know, students aren't allowed in the forest."

The teenager huffed, half in annoyance and half in laughter. "If you haven't noticed, I'm not one for keeping strictly to the rules."

"Hermione will have your ass," I said with a small smirk.

"Not if you have it first."

I barked a laugh. "You're a tease, my good sir." I moved my hand so my thumb could rub gently over his Adam's apple. "But be careful what you wish for."

"What if it's something I'm hoping for?"

My eyebrows shot into my bangs; my companion scooted closer. I didn't know what he was doing until I heard a soft grunt then felt a leg on either side of my outstretched thighs. A pair of hands carded through my hair once before getting a gentle grip. Lips, chapped by the winter wind, pressed against mine with a need, a desire. I smiled against his mouth, forcing back a groan as the hands tightened their grip. My own hands found purchase under his cloak on his hips. I kept my eyes close and used my other senses to see the teenager straddling me almost intimately.

"You're only fifteen," I whispered against his lips.

The tip of a hot tongue flicked against my bottom lip. "I don't care."

I shivered at the sultry tone in his voice. How he managed to do that is way beyond my comprehension . . . "Harry."

"Talis."

I hummed quietly and breathed in his warm scent.

"Hey, Talis? Who was your former best friend? The one you had sex with?"

My eyes shot open at the unexpected question. I stared up at the green-eyed teenager. "W-What?"

Harry tilted his head a bit to the side. "That night during our first D.A. meeting you said you would tell me about your friend." He blinked and frowned a bit. "You mentioned a Blue Jacobs when you were drunk the other night. Was that his name?"

I flinched at the name in the same way people wince at "Voldemort." I heaved a sigh to steady my nerves. "Yes. That was his name."

"What was he like?"

"Very easy-going and friendly. He was my first friend here at Hogwarts. I was raised by Muggles, but it didn't bother him. He was very intrigued by the Muggle way of life."

"What did he look like?"

"A bit taller than myself. Very light hair, kind of a light brown. It was short and neat. His eyes were light blue, almost sunhigh sky blue." I focused on the teenager straddling my lap. "A lot different from you, Harry."

Harry frowned a bit, and I almost kissed his sadness away. "Is that a bad thing?"

I shook my head, hair catching on the bark behind me. "No. That's a very good thing. I don't want to be with someone who reminds me of him. He's a bad memory, but you, Harry, are a refreshing present."

(Lemon can be found on my my AO3 account. Sorry, but I'm not taking chances anymore with posting lemons and M-Rated stuff on here.)

I panted quietly, my breath mingling with Harry's as we fought to catch our breath.

"Are . . . Are you okay?" I asked as soon as I got my breath back.

Harry nodded against my collarbone. "A little sore now."

"I know." I hugged him against me. "The first time hurts the most."

"Does it get better?"

It was my turn to nod. "As you gain eperience you get better, I believe." I felt lips aganist my neck and collarbone. "Mmm . . . please don't become one of those insatiable people."

"Meaning?"

"Sometimes when people lose their virginity they become overcome by the feeling of orgasm with a partner and want to feel it every moment they're together." I sighed a bit. "It's highly annoying. Not having sex does not mean your going to die; it's not really a necessity, like oxygen."

"I didn't know this was going to become a Biology lesson," Harry said cheekily in my ear.

I smirked and leaned in to breath his scent. He was a bit sweaty, but that made him smell sweeter. "We should get cleaned up. Someone will come looking for you soon."

Harry groaned. "Let them worry."

"Hermione will have my ass, assistant teacher or not."

" . . . You're right."

I returned my grip to his hips and gently lifted him off my limp member. A primal desire flared up inside me when I noticed a few streams of my seed running down Harry's inner thigh. I swallowed to keep my heritage down. Harry settled back into my lap, this time turning round so his back was against my chest. His breathing was still coming in quiet gasps. "I guess we can take our time," I said after a few moments. "The first time usually takes a bit out of you, so rest ."

Harry smiled and tilted his head back to meet his lips to mine.

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"Nephew."

"Uncle."

Salo sighed and sat down next to me on the grass, his dark hair windswept. "I know what I did was wrong. I should have never kept that secret from you."

I nodded, absentmindedly twirling my wand in my fingers.

"You're angry at me."

"Feeling a bit betrayed as well."

"As you should rightfully feel." Salo leaned back against the tree I was using as a support. The snow had been melted to reveal a circle of soft grass. There was no way I was going to sit in the white powder. "Your sister . . . She does share our heritage. She's not nearly as good as you or me, but she's getting better."

I turned my acid eyes to my uncle. "She's alive."

Salo gave a small nod. "She's hiding out in London right now."

"Why didn't you bring her with you?"

"Too dangerous. The Death Eaters were everywhere, and we barely made it out. Your sister made the decision to go to London on her own. I had agreed, and she ran off. I believe she is safe."

I blinked in understanding. "What does she look like?"

My uncle reached into the depths of his cloak and withdrew something. He handed it to me, a photograph. "This is her. She's a year younger than you."

"She looks like Mom," I remarked. The girl in the photo had blonde hair that fell in ringlets past her shoulders. Her eyes were a few shades darker than Mom's light green eyes, way darker than my acid greens. She was wearing a light blue shirt that looked as if it were freshly pressed. "What's her name?"

"Melody."

"What is she like?"

Salo paused for a moment. "Calm, talkative when excited, eager to help." He smiled softly. "She's a sweetheart."

"Why'd you keep her a secret for so long?"

"I'm not so sure," Salo answered, his smile falling. "I guess I thought that if you thought everyone was dead, you'd fight harder." He shook his head, dark hair swaying with the motion. "Forgive me, nephew. I know wat I did was selfish."

I heaved a sigh into the cold wind. "You already know I forgive you, Uncle."

"Thank you, lad." Salo stretched his arms with a yawn. "Now, let's get back to the castle and get a good night's sleep." He rose to his feet, a groan escaping his chapped lips. "I'm getting too old."

I snickered quietly. "You have no idea."

"Shut up, you pain in the ass."