'Uhhh..' stuttered Dean, his body writhing with the pleasure that was coursing through his body. Every muscle was taught and strained, but as he arched his back and moaned, he realised that he had never felt so good. With Seamus's next movement though, every logical thought that had remained in his brain slipped away and was replaced by an utter and total feeling that he never wanted to be anywhere else but here, and he never wanted this to end.

Three Hours Earlier -

'Hey Shay!' smiled Dean, walking into the 6th years bathrooms just as Seamus opened the cubicle door, from which he had, no longer then ten seconds ago, been jerking off against, thinking about the very person less then two feet away from him.

'Hey', replied Seamus, surprisingly not the least bit fussed that Dean had almost caught him in the act. For a split second, the thought flickered through his brain that Dean may have heard, but the thought quickly disappeared from his mind due to the increased level of happiness he was currently experiencing, for obvious reasons...

'What you up to?' asked Seamus.

'Nothing, I just needed...' Dean said, and inclined his head towards the urinal, laughing. At that, he walked towards it, which was conveniently, in the position in which Seamus could get a side on glance from his point against the wall. Dean unzipped his fly, not caring to turn away from Seamus as his cock slipped from the mesh of fabric. Seamus, smiling as Dean's comfortableness around him, laughed. He realised, surprised almost, that he needed to go as well, and promptly told Dean this. Dean laughed and flashed his best friend a smile that could of meant so many different things, leaving Seamus feeling elated yet unsure.

'Well go!' Dean said.

Not wanting to look weird or uncomfortable in front of his best mate, and as there was only one functional urinal since the catastrophically massive party they had last Friday night for Neville's Birthday, Seamus walked over and stood next to Dean, removing his own member from its confinements. Dean was so close that Seamus could feel his body heat and hear him breathing. Dean looked over and grinned cheekily at Seamus, causing his insides to squirm in a way Seamus felt sure wasn't healthy. Dean, who had finished by now, and was making quite a big deal about putting his cock away.

'It's not that hard', laughed Seamus, watching Dean struggle, thinking to himself just how perfect Deans member was. Dean looked up at him, his cock still in his hand, and said indignantly;

'Well maybe it ain't for you, but for me...well its an entirely different matter!'.

Seamus laughed, letting the joke on his behalf slide; he knew it was true, back in fourth year himself, Harry, Ron, Neville and Dean had all decided to see who had the biggest cock, and Dean's had triumphed, being the largest by a considerable amount of several inches. Seamus himself wasn't small, he had in fact come second in the size contest, but Dean was still considerably larger.

Seamus finished up, and then turned to face Dean. He took his own member majestically into his hand, slipped it back into his boxers and done up his trousers.

'See, that's how it's done Dee'. Dean laughed, replying;

'Well if you think its that easy, feel free to try mine as well!', grinning sexily up at Seamus from underneath his long fringe.

Seamus laughed uneasily, not sure how to react to what Dean had said. Thinking quickly, he just laughed and winked, then said;

'I think you can manage'.

They finished up and headed out the bathroom. As they headed down the hall back towards the common room, Seamus, considerably distracted from the events in the Bathroom, walked straight into a painting, tilting it slightly. The inhabitant of the painting hastily ran into the next frame along, a little bit further down the hall. Seamus turned round to straighten it up again. As he did so, he felt a hand slide across his chest, then a head on his shoulder.

'Its still crooked, Shay..' stated Dean, pressing his body closely to Seamus. Seamus didn't react to his friends display of sudden affection, him and Dean regularly acted in this manner, normally for comfort. He tried to straighten it again, but it just fell back to its crooked state. Dean, laughing, said 'Let me have a go'. Reaching his hands up from around Seamus's waist, causing Seamus to lean back against him, he instantly managed to achieve what Seamus hadn't; a straight painting. As Seamus leant against his best friend, he swore he could feel something hard rubbing the inner part of his thigh; he quickly savoured this thought, before shrugging it off as wishful thinking. When Dean didn't move away instantly after fixing the frame, Seamus grew more and more sure that there was something against his thigh. Sighing and leaning back into Dean more, enjoying the cosiness, they stayed like that for another minute or so, before Harry rounded the corner, headed towards the bathrooms.

'Would you two get a room already?' he laughed, ducking into the toilets before any retorts could be made from either Seamus or Dean.

'Talking of that...could you teach me to swim tonight..?' asked Dean, 'Ma Mom & Dad never bothered teaching me, and now McGonagall insists on us being able to for the lesson when we're practising trying to turn our self's into mermaid's'. Seamus nodded and then closed his eyes, silently pleading that they wouldn't have to move. His pleading went unnoticed though, and Dean slowly eased away. Seamus instantly missed the presence of Dean being so close. However, he now felt sure that there had been something against the inside of his thigh when Dean had been close.