Just crap I came up with that probably won't go beyond this. And I'm just taking the characters for a *little* while, I don't own them - more's the pity!
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Can I Hope For You?
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Harry sat down on his bed with a sigh. It was the last day of term, and, as usual, he wasn't going home. If you could call the Dursley's place "home."
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This time, he would be without Ron and Hermione. Ron had to go home - his mother was sick of not having him home for the holidays. Hermione had decided she needed to "catch up" in the Muggle world. Harry couldn't see why, but then again, his view of the Muggle world was distorted by the coloured galss of the Dursley's front door.
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"Cheer up Harry!" Seamus carolled, coming in and bouncing on Harry's bed. "I'm here for you, and so's Dean!"
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"Thanks, Seamus," Harry said with a wan smile. Then, with a sudden impuls, he asked "Seamus?"
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"Yeah mate?" Seamus said as he stopped bouncing.
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"Are you gay?"
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Seamus stopped dead. "Yes, actually, I am," he said seriously. "Why?"
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"Just wondering." The truth was he knew. He'd known since Fifth Year, when the rumour was going around that Seamus had backed Draco Malfoy up in the Charms corridor and threatened to kiss him. He asked Seamus about it.
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"Just a dare, to be sure," Seamus replied with a shrug. "Why? Can I hope for you?" He looked Harry over. "You body's nearly as good as Malfoys's."
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"Seamus!" Harry shouted, vaulting off the bed as Seamus tuched his shoulder. "What *are* you doing?"
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"Testing you out," Seamus said slowly, with a grin. "Scared rabbit, hey? Not bad."
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Harry frowned. "I have Quidditch pratice," he choked, and ran.
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He didn't really, but ashe flew around on his Firebolt, he calmed down. Seamus was just joking. Like he'd be interested in Harry.
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Draco was ready to hit himself. He'd left his bloody boots in the Quidditch change rooms. He had to get them back, and *now.* His father would kill him if he left them here during the holidays.
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Walking into the change room, he heard racous singing from the shower. He only hoped it wasn't Seamus Finnigan. That ridiculous stung in the Charms corridor was still fresh in his mind. The way he'd *insinuated* and then pulled back.
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Draco didn't like Seamus Finnigan, but he didn't believe in being led on. *Leading on* was a different matter entirely. But stil. There were boots to be rescued.
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His boots were at the door to the showers. He swooped in, grabbed them, and straightened up. And *saw*.
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Draco choked. Sure, Potter had grown over the last few years, but he hadn't thought (and hadn't wanted to) that Potter would grow like *that*. It must be Quidditch, he thought frantically. It must be something. Oh, Mering, get me out of here...
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Though he wanted to run, his feet were rooted to the spot.
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Harry was aware that someone was watching him. "Seamus, get lost!" he shouted illogically. He turned the shower off and grabbed a towel. And fled.
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As he reached the spot where he'd left his robes, he ran smack into Seamus.
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"Well, well," Seamus said, with a sly smile. "What have we here?"
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What do we think? Crap? I don't think it makes any sense, but you know. Draco, Harry, Seamus, and a lot of confusion. If I can make this work.
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Can I Hope For You?
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Harry sat down on his bed with a sigh. It was the last day of term, and, as usual, he wasn't going home. If you could call the Dursley's place "home."
br
This time, he would be without Ron and Hermione. Ron had to go home - his mother was sick of not having him home for the holidays. Hermione had decided she needed to "catch up" in the Muggle world. Harry couldn't see why, but then again, his view of the Muggle world was distorted by the coloured galss of the Dursley's front door.
br
"Cheer up Harry!" Seamus carolled, coming in and bouncing on Harry's bed. "I'm here for you, and so's Dean!"
br
"Thanks, Seamus," Harry said with a wan smile. Then, with a sudden impuls, he asked "Seamus?"
br
"Yeah mate?" Seamus said as he stopped bouncing.
br
"Are you gay?"
br
Seamus stopped dead. "Yes, actually, I am," he said seriously. "Why?"
br
"Just wondering." The truth was he knew. He'd known since Fifth Year, when the rumour was going around that Seamus had backed Draco Malfoy up in the Charms corridor and threatened to kiss him. He asked Seamus about it.
br
"Just a dare, to be sure," Seamus replied with a shrug. "Why? Can I hope for you?" He looked Harry over. "You body's nearly as good as Malfoys's."
br
"Seamus!" Harry shouted, vaulting off the bed as Seamus tuched his shoulder. "What *are* you doing?"
br
"Testing you out," Seamus said slowly, with a grin. "Scared rabbit, hey? Not bad."
br
Harry frowned. "I have Quidditch pratice," he choked, and ran.
br
He didn't really, but ashe flew around on his Firebolt, he calmed down. Seamus was just joking. Like he'd be interested in Harry.
br
Draco was ready to hit himself. He'd left his bloody boots in the Quidditch change rooms. He had to get them back, and *now.* His father would kill him if he left them here during the holidays.
br
Walking into the change room, he heard racous singing from the shower. He only hoped it wasn't Seamus Finnigan. That ridiculous stung in the Charms corridor was still fresh in his mind. The way he'd *insinuated* and then pulled back.
br
Draco didn't like Seamus Finnigan, but he didn't believe in being led on. *Leading on* was a different matter entirely. But stil. There were boots to be rescued.
br
His boots were at the door to the showers. He swooped in, grabbed them, and straightened up. And *saw*.
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Draco choked. Sure, Potter had grown over the last few years, but he hadn't thought (and hadn't wanted to) that Potter would grow like *that*. It must be Quidditch, he thought frantically. It must be something. Oh, Mering, get me out of here...
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Though he wanted to run, his feet were rooted to the spot.
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Harry was aware that someone was watching him. "Seamus, get lost!" he shouted illogically. He turned the shower off and grabbed a towel. And fled.
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As he reached the spot where he'd left his robes, he ran smack into Seamus.
br
"Well, well," Seamus said, with a sly smile. "What have we here?"
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What do we think? Crap? I don't think it makes any sense, but you know. Draco, Harry, Seamus, and a lot of confusion. If I can make this work.