A/N: This fic needed to be written in one incarnation or another.

Disclaimer: They're not mine. I'm not making money off them.

Warnings:

I'm not quite sure what to call this fic. It might be slash. It might be nothing. It might be NC-17. It might be PG-13. Just be prepared.

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I'm not a virgin anymore.

Just thought you should know.

Really, do I look that innocent?

I shouldn't ask questions I already know the answer to.

Of course I do.

I'm innocuous, sweet, harmless, and so very much like clay that begs for the imprint of strong, sure hands.

That's why Draco Malfoy and his party have taken an interest in me.

I have an amazing storehouse of knowledge in my head.

I am unloved enough that I should be easy to recruit.

I am too gentle to be a threat if I should turn on them.

I am the perfect little victim.

Let me tell you something.

Come closer now.

I don't want you to miss this.

Neville Longbottom is no one's fucking victim.

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The first two lines are taken from Poe's song 'I'm not a Virgin Anymore.' That song has provided much of the spirit of this fic. Whether or not I'll continue this is up for debate. Any takers?

Love,

j. silver