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Summary: Harry Delacour grew up in France as an adopted brother to Fleur and Gabrielle Delacour, and attended Beauxbatons Academy of Magic as one of the top students in his class. The time takes place one month before he graduates. Also, Harry isn't a composed soldier-like person because it doesn't make sense since he was raised by the Delacours and away from that war stuff. He has ordinary feelings.

Warnings: This is a slash, very non-serious and lighthearted story.

Please read this so as not to be confused. If you don't want to waste your time reading the same scene/event again, then please pick either Sesshomaru's POV or Harry's POV to read. Each chapter title is followed by the name of the character who is POV-ing. If you want to, you can read each of their POV's. This POV-ing ends after the first filler.

Harry Delacour didn't know what was worse: waking up naked in the middle of a forest, or missing out on a bubble bath because his bathtub water took him to a forest in the nude. Just to make it worse, he was being charged by an agitated demon in white who is supposing that they should do the horizontal dance, aka sex.

At one point during the run for his life, his desperation of fleeing was so great that he began to weep for his dear sweet mother -who ever it is, hopefully a very kind and loving women- and almost collapsed in a filthy pond of mud because his glasses got smashed when he ran into a tree.

Crying out for help was useless. His vocal chords refused to work at all, and the only sound he could produce were unnecessary sexual, helpless and just plain weak noises. That didn't help the situation since it seemed to encourage the demon to go faster.

The whole fiasco started about twenty minutes ago, and to regrettably tell the truth, Harry was just absolutely and undeniably pathetic at running, or anything Cardio related. He could barely run two minutes without doubling over in exhaustion. By now, hot fire encompassed his lungs and pins injected themselves into his legs. The intense amount of adrenaline pumping through his veins was the only thing keeping him from being deflowered. If Fleur was with him now, she would be yelling the most encouraging tangles of words to keep him going: "You're fat! You don't deserve your virginity!"

You're a horrible sister.

It was quite unfortunate that Harry had to be distracted by realizing that, and, combined with his tiredness, completely fumble to his demise; a big tree delved a particularly big root up from the ground in front of Harry, making him trip and fall on his face, successfully having him roll down a slope and into a stream.

He tried to stand but the overwhelming shock of the cold water froze his nerves. Only when the white form of the tall demon appearred in his peripheral vision did he manage to crawl onto dry land.

His mind panicked as he felt the demon's presence tingle up his spine, making his arms and torso quiver. It took all the energy left in him to make his way towards a tree. By then, his breathing was so heavy due to his hyperventilation that the noises he made were nothing but crackly rasps and sigh. He took his knees to his chest as the demon crouched down to eye level and touched his wet cheeks with clawed hands.

Harry didn't really know what to be afraid of. He was just going lose his virginity. Yeah, there's the chance that this guy was a sadistic, psychopathic maniac who was abusive and killed people for fun, and not to mention that this guy was also going to pound the virginity out of him and plant a luscious Harry Virginity Tree with it. But it wasn't that scary. It was just sex! The demon's little friend was just going to make a trip in his boy wallet and leave.

After thinking of all that panic induced garbles, a crushed and pained smile wiggled on Harry's lips and he made himself stop his soft whimpers and cries. Let's face it. Harry was at a weak state where he couldn't even attain enough energy to fall out of the guy's touch. Fate accepted.

With a few blinks, the image of the white demon cleared. His eyes widen when a better image of the demon's face came into view.

A small whine escaped his mouth in surprise.

Hot damn, at least he's handsome, he thought before darkness veiled over his vision.

A/N; I didn't want to make it hard on myself to have to write a battle scene and a really big problem, so I stuck with something small and cliché. This isn't really planned out very well. I don't think it'll be that long but who knows?

Comments and criticism are a good thing to give to writers.

Have a nice reading! :)

-BonBonHunny