A/N: I really do hate posting stories that are under 500 words, and this is only about 300 words, but this has been stuck in my head too long not to post. So, whatever. Enjoy!
TO ANYONE READING "Eight Little Words": I'm really trying to write the (hopefully last) chapter. I feel terrible about promising the last chapter, but only giving you guys another chapter. Please, please be patient.
Rating: T (PG-13) for obvious sexual innuendos. This is only rated T for teens, because, well... you'll see.
Disclaimer: I do not, nor do I claim to, own Harry Potter. I make absolutely zero profit from writing this story.
When you share a room with four other guys, you learn to block out the annoying noises and just go to sleep. For example, Harry could ignore Ron's snores and the rustling from Neville constantly switching sleeping positions, and even Dean's frequent shouts of, "Red-Card him!"
This, however, was something different entirely.
Okay, so, they all did it. Harry knew that. It was a little unnerving, to know that someone else was doing that when you were in the next bed, but Harry couldn't complain, because he did it himself. It was normal for a fifteen-year-old boy.
The rest of them were considerate enough to be quiet, though, or at least put up a Silencing Charm. Seamus was not.
So he laid there, listening to him groan and sigh. Listening to the soft squelch and slap of a slick hand moving up and down and skin hitting skin. He laid there seeing unwanted images of his Irish friend, no matter how much he tightened his eyes. Stupid, unstoppable imagination.
Even worse was the fact that Seamus did it most often out of all of them, which meant he was lasting longer and longer, and Harry was stuck there wondering if Seamus wasn't a bit of an exhibitionist more and more.
He just couldn't stand it anymore. He was tired and frustrated and he just wanted to sleep, so he finally spoke up.
"Seamus, put up a bloody Silencing Charm, for Merlin's sake!"
And, to his utter horror, he heard a very loud moan in response.
"It's okay, mate, I'm done now."
Harry heard three blegh's along with his own. He saw a shock of red-hair right before a pillow flew across the room and hit a laughing Seamus in the face.
"Cheeky bastard," Ron grumbled as he fell back with a huff.
How come the other guys don't just use Silencing Charms themselves, you ask? Well, maybe they like hearing Seamus more than they think... (Sorry, couldn't help but suggest slashiness somewhere in this post ;)).
Review for the sake of cheeky bastards everywhere?