Harry Potter loves me. Walking down the lane outside Hogsmede after sneaking out of school in an invisibility cloak I didn't know about down a secret passage I didn't know about, Harry says he loves me, despite all the crazy circumstances that brought us to this.

Winding our way up a narrow hill path, we come to a small cave which Harry calls "Sirius' cave". Excuse me, what? Cue the confused expression leading to Harry explaining about his Godfather and how he lived here while he was on the run but he has a proper home now that is the Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix and there's a fight against Voldemort with an underground resistance movement. I sit down, trying to take it all in as Harry continues, spilling more about his life than I've ever heard in the whole four years that I've known him.

It's an overwhelming amount to take in. I've been upset and crying about this marriage thing when Harry has been fighting a real fight, a real war since the day I've known him. Suddenly, my problems don't seem as big, especially when Harry has said that he'll care for me on top of everything else he's facing. We sit in the cool cave, finally opening the sweets, and we just take in everything.

"Harry, I don't know why you'd want to add me into all your problems, but I promise I'll try to help instead of being a burden" I say, trying to apologize for being yet another thing he has to worry about as his family prepares to fight.

"Pav. Stop. You're a beautiful girl that I've already asked to date once, before we even knew this was going to be a thing. You're fit, you're smart, you're funny, you care about people and you're someone I would love to try to build a relationship with but I'd probably be too nervous to ask you out again after I messed up the ball. This isn't a burden, this is a chance for me to get to love someone worth loving, who seems like someone I could build a life with."

Getting down on one knee, Harry says "Pavarti, will you be my girlfriend?"

I actually laugh a little at the dramatic proposal as I wipe a tear from my eye. "Harry, you've already agreed to marry me next Friday, I think we can assume that I'm you're girlfriend"

"Well I just thought it would be proper to ask at least, who knows, you might not like me enough to date me"

He's so silly. I love it and I pull him into a gentle embrace, cupping his face in my hands. I kiss him softly, "yes Mr Potter, I will be your girlfriend"

After what seems like hours, just sitting together and sharing parts of of our lives, I can see the sun shifting in the entrance to the cave. "Harry, I think we need to get back. We've missed a good piece of the day already"

We walk back down the lane, get under the cloak to sneak back to the cellar, along the tunnel, and quietly into the back row of History of Magic. Thank goodness Hagrid doesn't really take attendance, as I missed Care of Magical Creatures earlier in the day. It dosen't seem like our absence was really noticed at all as everyone in our year is building up tension for the start of the new "education course" tonight. Some are excited, some are nervous, and some I expect like Neville, are completely mortified at the thought now that the first tasks are out there for everyone to digest. In any case, I'm grateful that the attention wasn't on my absence.

After dinner, at which I reassure the boys that I'm okay, and explain Harry and I's newfound situation, we all head up to Gryffindor Tower and I get changed into pajamas as the task instructed. I go for my usual red and yellow plaid cotton pajama shorts and a maroon Gryffindor Quidditch tshirt along with some fuzzy slippers from home. I take a deep breath and make my way up the unfamiliar set of stairs until I come to the "5th Year Boys" dormitory and come in to "meet" my friends in their natural habitat.

Their room is somehow a little more homey than ours. Things are a little more unkempt and the fire is slightly smokey, adding an air of lived in comfort missing from the order of the girl's dormitory. Ron is thankfully absent. My guess is that he got the idea that I was serious and has taken up his new weekend accommodations. An unfamiliar owl is perched on Harry's bed and he mentions that I got a package from Mr Jones. Apparently, the ministry has provided us a set of question cards to ensure we are taking this session "far enough " in terms of breaking the sexual ice in the room. Apparently, each boy is going to have a minimum of two question cards to present to me and that will guide the discussion from there. I blush at some of the questions as I thumb through them, but decide that it will only get worse with a wait.

I plop down on a pillow in front of Harry's bed with my legs facing the central fire and invite the boys to join me and get everything started. Neville bravely joins Harry and I and when Dean and Seamus finish packing away some Quidditch articles into their trunks, we all get settled in and I deal out 2 cards from the deck to each of the four boys. They take their time looking them over and I can tell this may be just as embarrassing for them to ask as me to answer. We're all comfortable, seated in pajamas and I ask who wants to start.

Dean reads hs card, "How and when did you lose your virginity?"

Going right into it I see, blushing to myself. "Sooooo that was last summer with a South African guy I met at the World Cup. It was a quick summer fling while we in the campground for 3 weeks before the match. Since we had the cheap seats, we had to get there early and it was in our tent while my parents were away"

Everyone has a bit of hesitant, "I don't know what to say" energy, so Harry breaks the awkwardness and reads his first card. "What is your bra size and underwear size? Provide proof" Okay, this one is a little easier I think to myself as I lift up the back of my shirt and ask Harry to read the 32B tag off my bra strap and give him a little peak at my butt to read the medium off my thong. Like I said, easy and gave Harry a little bit of a tease.

Neville blushes when he asks "what are my thoughts on facials?" And Harry is even redder when I reply that I wouldn't say no if Harry wanted to try.

A little more relaxed than others might be, Seamus asks "How do you keep your bikini area? Show proof" and I quickly pull down the front of my pajama shorts enough to show that I shave, without actually showing anything inappropriate. Harry's eyes linger a bit and I snuggle into him a little, trying to let him know I'm okay if he's interested.

Working our way back around, Dean asks if I have any fantasies that I masturbate to routinely, and I blush hard, explaining how I think of a certain seeker taking me for a ride on his broom while reaching around to tease me. Harry is as red as his robes in my fantasy.

Neville quickly blurts out "what was your first sex toy?" And I ask if my hair brush handle counts? The boys, trying to imagine this, all agree that it counts. Yes, I was one of those girls and I'm not afraid to say it's still one of the best ways to play.

Seamus then asks me if I have a favorite set of underwear, and to show them to the group. A little shy of being judged, I summon a lacy purple thong from my trunk and hold them up as Neville pretends to be very interested in something on the floor. I lean back against Harry and slyly pass them to his hand as I look up at him and ask "Okay, Love. What's my final question?

"If you had to sleep the whole night in just the underwear you brought out with one person tonight or model it for five minutes in front of the entire group tonight, which would you choose for your bonus task?"

I look from boy to boy and then back up at Harry, looking directly at him as I tell the group, "sorry boys, no show for you guys tonight. I guess Harry will have to take one for the team" and he's obviously a little embarrassed and I quickly kiss him on the cheek.

With the "official" questions wrapped up and out of the way, I ask if the boys have anything they're actually curious to know about. Seamus asks how many of the girls have actually done stuff since we've come to Hogwarts and I think everyone is shocked to realize that all of us have been with someone, while only Seamus has actually been with a girl, and Dean has been with with Seamus.

"Even Hermione?!" Neville blurts out, suddenly interested now that he isn't embarrassed reading a card.

"Yes, Neville. Even Hermione. She got with a muggle boy she went to school with growing up in a little romance this past summer. But before that, Viktor was most of her 'firsts' after he finally got the courage to ask her out"

Everyone is somehow suprised by this revelation...I guess they all assume they're the only guys we know? I digress. "I've been with my world cup lad, and one of the Durmstrang guys last spring and Lavender has been with a few guys from our year and the older years. Most of the girls in our year in the other houses has at least tried it." Shocked faces everywhere. I look right at Harry when I say "don't worry, you won't all stay virgins forever if I can help it" and suddenly he is as red as I've ever seen him.

"Speaking of virgins" I say with a smirk "I think it's time I took someone to bed before I fall asleep " actually a bit tired from the highs and lows of the day. Everyone agrees and we all fairly quickly get ready and into bed as Neville pulls the curtains in the windows, Seamus pokes at the fire place and Harry dims the candle lights so that only one or two to show the way to the loo remain burning.

As I crawl into bed and subconsciously crawl to "my side " I hope that I'm not intruding on Harry's preferred half. For all my experience I've never actually spent the night with a boy, so this will be a new one for me. Harry slips into bed after a trip to the loo and draws the curtains around our four poster bed and magically, the sounds of the room are muffled to an almost nonexistent level, giving is privacy in a crowded room. I look over at Harry, adorable as he leaves some modest space between us like we aren't about to be married next week and I ask him if he'd like me to do the bonus challenge he asked me about during the game earlier. A stuttered "Well uhm you don't have to if you don't want to" is enough to convince me that yes, I want to.

I tell him to close his eyes and not to peak as I slip off my shirt and bra, shimmy out of my pajama shorts and slip on the pale purple lace thong, tugging it up a bit on the sides as I try to get things situated down there. Acutely aware that I'm now in bed in just a thong with Harry Potter, who currently has his eyes scrunched shut, I decide to pool the covers down around my waist, giving him a clear view of my small but perky breasts as I lean on my side facing him.

I tell Harry to open his eyes and there is a stunned "oh my" that escapes his lips before he has a chance to catch himself. I giggle and ask if he thinks I'm wife material still now that I'm not in school robes. He stutters again something along the lines of "yes...yes you're perfect. Wow." And goes on to talk about how he's really sorry he messed up the Yule Ball last year. I press my finger to his lips to shush him before closing the distance between us to snog him properly for the first time.

I clutch his face in my hands as I roll him onto his back and I sit on my knees directly next to him, leaned forward with my breasts pressed against his chest as I kiss him passionately, my tongue slipping into his mouth as I try to convey all my feelings for him into one singular kiss that becomes another and another and another. As we continue I get bold and climb on top of Harry, straddling him in just my thong as I kiss him passionately on the lips and playfully, teasingly on his neck.

"Touch me, Harry" I whisper in his ear as he's thus far tried to maintain some semblance of modesty, holding my face and running his hands on my bare back. He lowers his hand to the lace waistband of my thong but hesitantly stops again. Taking my left hand off his face, I reach back to my hip and guide his hand down to cup my bare cheek as I gently grind myself against his obvious arousal between my legs.

I lean up, sitting on my knees, straddling Harry's length while he cups my butt, giving me a full view of all of me as I take his other hand and guide it to my breast. "It's okay to touch me there as well, Mr Potter" I moan as he gives me a gentle squeeze. Our kissing resumes as his hands roam my body, touching, squeezing, exploring as kiss after kiss after kiss is shared between our lips. Grinding along his length in the midst of our arousal has left me...teased. I'm very much aware that this is more than Harry has ever done with a girl, so I don't want to push things too far. I break away from our kisses at a natural lull.

"Harry you're going to either make love to me right now or let us get to sleep because you're driving me insane, my love" Harry giggles nervously, unsure if I was serious about the "all the way, right now part".

I climbed off of him and turn my butt against him, cuddling in close. I whisper back to him to hold me, and as his arms was their way around me, I guide his hands to cup my breast. "Pav, did you enjoy yourself tonight, like was I doing everything right for you?" Harry asks innocently.

Guiding his hand down to feel my arousal soaked panties, I reply "if only you knew how much I want you Harry Potter" and he half way recoils as I let his wrist go, unsure if he's allowed to remain in that sensitive spot. I take his hand again, this time guiding his fingers into my only bit of clothes, across my bare, smooth mound to run a finger between the still soaked folds of my vagina. "Harry, you're allowed to touch me here too " I softly say, half moan as my breath hitches mid sentence as his finger grazes across my sensitive nub. He teases me a few more seconds before returning his hand to my breast.

I take his finger, still wet with my arousal and slowly, seductively, suck it into my mouth, tasting myself on his finger as I teasing bob my head a few times, imitating what I could do to a longer length. I return his hand to my chest and calm down a bit before I whisper back, "Harry, it's okay to want your future wife. I know I want you" and he gives me a meaningful "I love you, Pavarti" as we settle in to finally sleep. "I love you too, Harry Potter"