Virginity is a Gift, Use it Well (Drarry)

Chapter Two

"See what I mean? Just talking about it ruined our potion. Imagine actually following through with it!" Ron pointed out as they left the room.

Harry sighed heavily. He was sick of this argument. He just wished Ron would let it go already.

"Yes, because our hypothetical discussion was what ruined the potion. It couldn't possibly be our lack of attention." He rolled his eyes at his best friend.

"Don't get caught up in the details." Ron warned. "That is beside the point. Explain to me again why you want to do this."

Harry grabbed Ron's elbow to drag him down the opposite direction the rest of the class had gone. He didn't want to be overheard.

"I already told you. I feel as if things with Voldemort are going to pick up soon and I don't want to die a virgin, not if I can help it."

Ron leaned up against the wall with pinched brows and a mouth curled in distaste. "I can understand that, I can. But why does it have to be him?" The last word was said with more confusion than disgust but the message was still clear.

The question wasn't one without merit. Harry had been asking himself that for months. Even after everything that had happened between the two of them, he couldn't help but gravitate towards the other boy. It was as if they were two magnets on opposite ends of a room. Despite their hectic lives trying to keep them at warring ends, they kept inching forward until they met in the middle with such force that it ended in harsh fights and horrid insults. He looked back to Ron a little helplessly.

When they locked eyes, Harry tried to convey what he was feeling with a meaningful glance. There was frustration mounting inside of himself at not really knowing his own feelings on the matter. For whatever reason, it did have to be him. It was always him.

"There's just something about him, you know?"

"Fuck no." Ron vehemently shook his head. "Unless you are talking about a stuck-up git with an unhealthy fascination for his father, then yes, I do know."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Why are you begrudging me of my choice? I am not saying I am going to marry him. I just want him to shag me senseless."

"What did I tell you about sending me to the Hospital Wing?" Ron's face had turned a sickly green shade. Harry let out a low chuckle in response.

"I wish I hadn't told you." Harry mumbled as he ran his fingers through his hair. "I knew you weren't going to agree with me but I didn't think you would push the issue like this."

"I am your best friend." There was an almost hurt quality to his tone. "And as your best friend, it is my duty to make sure that you don't make the biggest mistake of your life by sleeping with someone like that."

Harry's mouth twitched. "His qualities are the very reason I want him." He pointed out.

"You really have been cursed, haven't you?"

Harry couldn't help but laugh at the seriousness to Ron's facial expression.

"Why don't you pick someone else? What about Ginny? I am sure she would be okay to sleep with you. She's fancied you for ages."

"Are you seriously offering up your sister?" Harry asked incredulously.

"Desperate times call for desperate measures, Harry."

Harry groaned and knocked his head against the wall. "Even if we were to ignore the fact that she is like a little sister to me, she doesn't have the things I am looking for."

Ron scoffed before scowling. "What is that? A permanent sneer and a holier-than-thou attitude? Because I got to tell you, those are horrible qualities in a person."

"When Ginny magically grows a cock and loses the breasts, then we can have this conversation again." Harry said rather dryly.

"Oh sweet Merlin." Ron shuddered violently. "What a horrible mental image! Don't ever say that again."

"I was trying to make a point. I don't want your sister. I don't want a girl. I want a boy. Preferably him."

"Say he turns you down, or makes a mockery of you. Then what are you going to do?" Asked Ron with a hint of worry. Harry knew his friend was only looking out for his well wishes but the repetitive conversation was taking its toll on him.

"I guess I'll have to come up with a backup plan." He paused for a moment. "Do you think if I was of age, Snape would ever..." Harry trailed off expectantly.

The way Ron spluttered and then choked, probably shouldn't have amused Harry so much.

"No. Hell no. What is wrong with you?" Ron was as pale as Nearly Headless Nick. "Are you a masochist? Because you are just asking for pain. First him and now Snape."

Harry grinned widely. "I suppose I could be. I'll have to explore that at a later date." He really was having too much fun. Watching the different hues Ron's face could turn was the highlight of his day so far.

"That isn't a backup plan. That is suicide." Ron shook his head rapidly. "I can't let you proposition that dungeon bat. That would make me the worst friend in the history of shitty friends. I guess I will have to settle for your first option." The reluctance was thick.

Harry perked up immediately. "You mean that? You aren't going to question me anymore?" Regardless of what Ron thought about the whole thing, he was going to do it anyways. It just would be nice to have the support of his best friend.

"Oh, I'm going to question you about it. Probably wonder what the hell you were thinking for the rest of our lives. Then, I am going to silently and publicly judge you."

"But...?" Harry grinned widely at the resigned sigh the redhead let out.

"But I will respect your decision."

It took a lot of willpower to not whoop out loud. But Harry figured his giant grin was good enough.

"It isn't exactly going to be easy." Ron mused as he scratched his chin. "You don't have the best history with each other."

Harry rolled his eyes. That was entirely obvious.

Ron released a resigned sigh. "What are you going to do, walk up to Malfoy and say, 'I know you've been an utter prat for almost five years but do you think you can stick your cock up my arse, so that I won't die a virgin?'"

Before Harry could so much as roll his eyes, a new voice spoke up.

"What an intriguing offer." The drawling voice had their eyes widening. Harry was filled with mild horror and drowning in embarrassment. Merlin, help him.