Virginial?

Harry slipped on his shirt quickly as he chucked a pair of boxers to Sean, who seeing no threat put them on without hesitation.



“Um, Sean perhaps you should go, I’ll call you tomorrow yer?” Harry’s voiced drifted over the harsh silence as he gathered the rest of his clothes, pecked the younger man on the lips goodbye and literally ran from the pub.



“What the fuck is wrong with you!?” It was surprising to see that it was Remus who was shouting. “You’re 15 years old Harry! Don’t you ignore me young man!” he pulled the teen around to face him as tried to put his trousers on, Harry really didn’t want his arse to be seen anymore by the others, even if they had already seen more than that.



“Get off of me!” Harry growled shrugging the man off of him and stalking towards the bar, doing up the buttons of his shirt and trousers as he went, they watched as it stuck to his chest the little blood dribbles making themselves known. “Do this Harry, do that Harry, I can’t believe you Harry, don’t live Harry,” he mimicked under his breath pouring himself a Whiskey before gulping down half and turning to glare at them all, one arm wrapped around his slender waist as if protecting himself from them all.



“Well? What do you want from me or were you just coming here for a drink or two?” he almost snarled at them, four of them frowned at his tone whilst the only female sighed and asked for a pint of bitter.



“£3.79 Professor McGonagall,” she raised an eyebrow at him inquiringly. “Just because I know you, doesn’t mean you get free drinks, anyway this isn’t my pub so I couldn’t give you a free one if I wanted to, which I don’t,” he took the muggle money off of her and gave her the drink as she took a seat at the bar and ignored his insult.



“Harry put that drink down this instant! You are coming home with us, we have been looking for you all night and I am not in the mood to play mind games with you,” Remus growled at him and dodged just in time as the teen threw the glass at him, they watched it smash against the wall stunned.



“You know what Mooney, fuck you. This is my summer holiday, this is my time for me and you can’t tell me what to do because you are not my parent nor guardian. I used to wonder if you ever tried to get guardianship of me, but I’m glad you didn’t even if you tried!!!” Harry raged at him, flustered from the verbal attack and shutting up a much taken aback werewolf. “The Dursleys are and they don’t give a flying fuck where I go or anything about me, so up yours, and would you lot get out of this pub so I can clean the fuck up and go home!”



Everyone looked towards the Headmaster unsure of what to do, Snape watch the teen curiously, Harry was beginning to shake in rage as he twisted the cloth in his hands an attempt at trying to control his temper which was shortening out very quickly, his shirt was turning crimson at a rapid speed.



“Tomorrow Harry, when you’re in a better frame of mind, we shall come here again and this time we will meet out the back as it seems more convenient for your work, until them goodnight,” everyone filed out of the pub, emotions from, ‘what the fuck?’ to ‘oh my god’ were very strong within each person.



“Just leave me the fuck alone!” he bit out loud enough for them to hear as they walked out and dispparated.