Seamus' Shame
"Blimey Harry, how'd you do that?" Demanded Seamus Finnigan as he watched Harry straddle Ron with a naked eye.
"Seamus, if I told you, you wouldn't believe me!" Harry shouted back over the sound of him straddling Ron.
Seamus shook his head with astonishment before hurrying back up to the Gryffindor boys dormitory. He sat on the edge of his bed, putting his hand in his other hand, feeling dejected.
Seamus had no talents. He couldn't summon an army of imps at his command, or turn glass into wine, or straddle his fellow students.
I'm nothing, thought Seamus, me mum will never let me come home.
A flash of anger overtook Seamus as he pulled out his wand and pointed it at the Chosen One's bed. Seamus felt his body ache as he imagined all that he could do to Harry. He could kill him. Or worse.
A smile adorned his pretty Irish face as he hatched a daring idea.
The date was Saturday December 25. The rest of the Gryffindor boys had already opened their Christmas gifts and headed down for Christmas breakfast.
Save one.
Tiptoeing silently, Seamus made his way to Harry Potter's bed where he saw his gifts strewn all about, including but not limited to a Firebolt Broomstick Dildo, Hagrid's usual nude polaroids, and some of Ron's poop.
Seamus slowly lifted up Harry's mattress and even more slowly slipped his own 'magic wand' underneath the mattress. He let the bed fall back down and without hesitation began fucking.
Faster Seamus went, letting all of his dirty and unclean thoughts about Harry's success exit his body as he let his unicorn blood loose into Harry's mattress.
Seamus sighed. He had done what was necessary. Knowing he had finished the lord's work, Seamus had barely hoisted up his trousers before the rest of the Gryffindor boys came husting back into the room, chortling and congratulating Harry.
"Oi, Seamus!" yipped Harry, "The boys and I are going to hide Ginny's body, want to come along?"
Seamus felt a smile light up his pasty visage.
"Be right there!" replied Seamus.
The next morning at breakfast Seamus walked into the Great Hall and was surprised to see a sobbing Harry being comforted by the whole Gryffindor house.
"Harry, what happened?" Seamus demanded with passion.
This only cause Harry to sob even louder. Seamus looked confusedly at Ron, who pursed his lips grimly.
"It's Harry's portrait of his parents," explained Ron in a mutter, "Some sick fuck found out about a family portrait of Harry's hidden under his bed and ejaculated all over it. Disgusting, right?" Ron shook his ginger head.
Seamus opened his mouth to reply when a terrible snarling noise permeated the air and Harry bit his tongue clean off from all of the emotion. The wriggling piece of muscle fell to the floor where Seamus saw Neville discreetly bend down, putting the falling piece of Harry meat in his pocket.
Would Seamus tell anyone about his escapade? Probably not. But now he would have to live with the shame.