N is for Naive

AN: Because naive, inexperienced Harry is just too good to resist, especially with a Malfoy lurking around the corner waiting to pounce. XD

Rating: T-T+ for mentionings of kinks, lime, and a few explanations. Also Draco has a dirty mouth.

Harry nibbled on the end of his quill, listening to Professor Snape's lecture and thinking deeply. He was embarrassed to admit that he knew almost nothing of what Snape was speaking about this lesson, and it wasn't even all about potions. Harry was fifteen now, you would think that he knew some of these things, but no. Harry knew absolutely nothing about this topic; sex. Harry was squirming in his seat, terribly uncomfortable as some people laughed behind their hands at the subject material. Since he was the potions teacher, nearly the equivalent of a science or health teacher in muggle schools, Snape was required to give the fifth years "the talk" as per the Ministry's orders to the male population. Professor McGonagall was giving the girls a similiar talk. It was the Minister Cornelius Fudge's hope that teaching students about the subject in depth would discourage the students and cut back on teen pregnancy. It was a pipe dream of his that many didn't see happening.

Harry wiped his sweaty palms on his thighs, trying not to look around the room and seem suspicious. Of course he knew very little about . . . intimacy. It's not like he ever expected Petunia or Vernon to sit him down and explain it, and the very thought made him gag. And he had always been too shy to ask other students or his friends. Maybe he could ask Sirius or Remus questions later? "Now while I know there are some of you in this room who have already lost your oh so coveted virginity, let it be known now that there will be none of that in Hogwarts. If I find any of you little nymphomaniacs trying to . . . reproduce, I will remove your male anatomy forcefully from your bodies and make certain that you cannot bring things into this world that could even remotely resemble any of you." Snape growled, after which there was a very heavy silence and the sound of a quill hitting the floor. Harry sat there blankly, blinking slowly. Nymph . . . what? What in Merlin's name was a nymph . . . nymph . . . that? The other boys in the room seemed to be fully aware of what Snape was speaking of, even an alarmingly pale Neville Longbottom who looked ready to faint on the spot.

"You are dismissed." Snape snarled, then left the room with a snap of his robes. The boys stood to exit, talking amongst themselves as they shuffled out into the hall. Many of the boys were making sexual innuendos and there was a lot of raucous laughter. Harry, Neville, and Ron dragged behind, the latter's face as red as his hair. "Bloody hell that was embarrassing. Discussing sex with a greasy git like Snape?" Ron said and his two companions nodded as they joined up with Hermione, Luna, and Ginny. "Hellp boys. Have a nice lecture with Proffessor Snape?" Luna asked and the other two girls snickered. "Shut up you two. How about you? How was your lecture with McGonagall?" Ron asked and the girls fell silent. Meanwhile, Harry was still pondering what that word Snape had used could mean. Maybe he could look it up in a dictionary after dinner in the library? "It was bloody uncomfortable it was. Snape kept glaring at us the entire time. Then he called us all nymphomaniacs and threatened to remove our . . . bits." Neville muttered and the girls gawked at him. "Nymphomaniacs? Surely you're not all that bad." Ginny stated, glancing at Harry from the corner of her eye.

Ginny noticed that Harry was being oddly quite. He hadn't said a word since meeting back up with them. She was beginning to think that having been forced to talk about sex with Snape had broken Harry's mind when he turned to her and their eyes met. Harry's face flamed and his eyes darted away instantly and Ginny grinned. Oh this was going to be too good. "So Harry, what did you think of the lecture?" She asked and Harry's blush deepened. "I think that the Minister needs to appoint other people to do this sort of thing." He muttered as the others looked at one another. Then, evil grins split all their faces. "Harry, who have you done it with?" Ron asked and Harry spluttered, a bewildered look on his face. "Wh-what?" He squeaked in surprise. "Yeah Harry. Who did you end up shagging? You're the Boy-Who-Lived, there's no way you can still be a virgin." Neville pointed out and Harry sincerely wished he could just sink into the ground like the ghosts of Hogwarts. "N-no, I mean . . . well I, uh. Oh look, we're going to be late!" Harry exclaimed and practically ran down the hall to get away from his friends. The group howled in laughter, watching the savior vanish around the corner. "That wasn't very nice of you." Luna pointed out, drifting next to them as they continued their hysterics.

"Come on Luna, Harry knows we're just having a bit of fun. He doesn't need to tell us who the lucky girl is." Ron said and Hermione nodded her agreement. "Well that's good considering there's nothing to tell. And it would be lucky boy, if you remember." Luna pointed out and then silence reigned. "Right, I almost forgot that Harry is . . . that way." Neville said and the others nodded. "What do you mean that there's nothing to tell Luna?" Ginny asked, straightening out her robes. "I mean that Harry is still a virgin." She said adn the others gawked. "By Merlin's name, there is no way that Harry is still a virgin!" Ron exclaimed, but Luna just nodded. "It's true. And I'm sure the twins have something that can prove it." Luna stated. The group stood there for a while. "Anyone want to wager?"

Harry nodded to Madam Pince as he entered the library right before dinner. He planned to skip and grab something from Dobby in the kitchens later so that he wouldn't have to face his immature friends. Besides, he really should study for his Charms test tomorrow. With that Harry found himself sitting in a secluded corner alone surrounded by books with Charms as their main component. He had only been studying for about thirty minutes when he remembered the reason he had originally wanted to come to the library. Glancing aorund Harry stood and went to the area he knew the dictionaries to be in and found the perfect one. Flipping to the N's he started scanning for the word. Finally he found it and read the description.

Nymphomaniac: n; a woman with abnormal sexual desires. als. nympho; a person whose behavior deviates from what acceptable esp. in sexual behavior.

Harry was mortified and slammed the dictionary shut, his face nearly as red as a Weasley's hair. To think that not only did Snape know a word of such caliber, but had also used it in a sentence in front of teenage boys was . . . disturbing. Harry gasped, nearly dropping the dictionary as arms slid around his chest and brought him backwards into a warm, firm body. "What's this Potter? Don't tell me you're that clueless." A voice whispered seductively in his ear. Harry shuddered, opening and closing his mouth. "I-I don't know what you're-oh!" Harry exclaimed, biting his lip to keep more embarassing noises from escaping. The other boy had nipped his ear lobe and then moved down to his neck. "Do you know what a hickie is Potter?" The other asked and Harry shook his head. His body stiffened and he threw his head back as the other started sucking on his pulse rather ravenously. Strands of silver blond hair tickled his nose and Harry gasped. "Malfoy?" He asked, and felt the other smirk against his skin. "Yes Potter?" He muttered in that infuriatingly sexy voice.

Harry groaned, squirming a bit in Draco's hold until the arms tightened slightly. "What are you doing?" He asked, feeling warm breath dancing on the back of his neck. "Mm, well I'm guessing that you won't go to any of your friends for this, or Merlin forbid Severus, I'm going to help you with your sexual education." Harry stiffened, his eyes wide in disbelief. "What?" He hissed, slipping into Parseltongue in his extremely shocked state. "I'm going to assume that meant "what." Why not Potter? I'm gay, you're obviously gay-."

"It's not obvious!"

"Oh please, the Weaslette practically threw herself at you and you didn't even bat an eyelash. Not to mention Cho Chang."

Harry just ducked his head and muttered a few choice words under his breath. "What do you say Potter?" Draco asked while surreptitiously running a hand under Harry's shirt. The hand traveled up slowly and gently flicked at a nipple. Harry arched his back and threw his hand over his mouth to cover up the moan. After a few silent moments he jerked his head in a nod and Draco smirked in triumph. Without another word he'd grabbed Harry's hand, placed the dictionary back in its original place and was leading harry eagerly down the hall. "Wh-where-?" Harry stuttered, trying to keep up with Draco's fast pace so he didn't fall. "Room of Requirement." Draco answered shortly. He practically yanked Harry the three times back and forth in front of the tapestry then yanked the door open and pulled them both inside. As soon as the click of the door closed, Draco pushed Harry up against the door and locked his lips onto Harry's. Harry gasped, eyes fluttering close in ecstasy. When Draco's tongue pushed against his lips lightly Harry went with instinct and instantly opened them to allow him access. Draco whipped them around and started backing Harry up.

Neither boy noticed nor cared about their surrounding other then the big, Slytherin green bed that Harry fell back on. Draco stayed standing gazing down at Harry with lust filled eyes. He slowly began unbuttoning Harry's shirt, taking in the sight of the tan skin lying out before him, just waiting to be ravished. "M-Malfoy." Harry whispered timidly. "Draco, Harry. Call me Draco." He insisted, kissing his collarbone. "Dr-Draco um . . . I-I don't want to go all the way." Draco nodded, kissing his way down Harry's body to his belly button. "That's fine Harry. I understand that you're nervous about this. I promise I won't do anything you won't like." Draco swore, looking up into hazy peridot eyes. Harry was leaning on his elbows, looking down at this boy who, until a few minutes ago, had been his biggest enemy. And now, he felt like he could trust him completely. "Okay." Harry whispered, biting his lower lip. Draco just smirked and moved down to Harry's pants, removing them slowly, and then his boxers. He gently grabbed hold of Harry's erection and began giving long, firm strokes. Harry moaned, falling back on the bed, his eyes closed and mouth open in ecstasy. Draco for a moment, removing his own clothing before settling himself on top of Harry.

Draco ground his hips down, drawing a hiss from the smaller man's lips at the feeling of skin on skin contact. "Huh, Draco!" He cried, thrusting his hips up to meet Draco's move. Draco was laying small kisses all over Harry's face, speeding up his movements. Harry grasped Draco's shoulders, arching up into Draco's chest as his orgasm rushed through him quickly. He fell back onto the bed bonelessly, gazing up at Draco blearily. Draco continued rubbing himself against Harry for a bit before coming all over their bodies. He fell to the side and pulled Harry close to his body, nuzzling Harry's hair. Draco breathed Harry's scent in deeply, running a lazy hand up and down Harry's spine. "Was that your first time doing anything like that?" He asked and felt Harry nod against his chest. "That was . . . wow." Harry laughed breathlessly. Draco hummed in agreement as he ran his fingers through ebony locks. "Next time, we can try something different." Draco said and Harry looked at him from underneath his eyelashes. "Next time?" He asked and Draco scoffed. "Of course. You still have so much to learn. There's bondage, orgasm denial, S&M, M/s, toys, dirty talk, and more on a rather extensive list. Face it Harry, you're going to be stuck with me for a long time." Draco whispered seductively and Harry blushed before burying his face in Draco's rib cage, smiling.

2 months later. . .

"BLOODY HELL!"

"What?"

"No way!"

"That will be thirty sickles each please."

"Luna, how in Merlin's name did you know?"

"Malfoy? WITH MALFOY?

"Ron, control yourself please!"

"What is going on?"

"Harry, with Malfoy? How could you? MALFOY?"

"What in Merlin's name are you shouting about?"

"Wow Harry good catch."

"Yeah Harry, not everyday someone can capture an Ice Prince."

"Fred, George, what are you talking about?

"Yes, what exactly has Weasley in a catatonic state?"

"YOU HAD SEX WITH MALFOY!"

"..."

"Bloody hell."