Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I don't own Ron Weasely. I don't own Seamus Finnigan. I don't own Fred and George Weasely (damnit!!!). I don't own Oliver Wood -- he belongs to my online friend Kate. And to J. K. Rowling, hehe...although we tend to overlook that fact, ne? I also don't own Dean Thomas, or any of the girls in his little hormonally-charged conversation circle. Finally, I don't own Lee Jordan or Colin Creevey (thank you God.) Basically, I don't own anything. *pouts* (However, I do keep Tom Riddle locked in my basement to use as a dutiful sex slave. Don't look so shocked. ^_~)
A/N: OK, this little ficlet is what happens when a silly idea hits you when you're doing your homework, and you stop studying to write it, and you don't get any of your homework done for about a week (but not necessarily because you're writing the aforementioned fic). ^^
WARNINGS: SLASH!!! BOYS LIKING, HAVING IMPURE THOUGHTS ABOUT, AND POSSIBLY SNOGGING/SHAGGING OTHER BOYS! DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ! Also, if you're a youngster and don't really understand about the birds and the bees, do yourself and your parents a favor and don't read this, 'tay? Grazi, bellos. I'd rather not be blamed for corrupting young minds, although I've done quite a bit of that in my day. ^_~
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Love and Longing in the Common Room
By Akira Ichijouji
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PART 1 -- SEAMUS FINNIGAN AND RON WEASELY
Seamus, with relish, bit off the head of a Chocolate Frog, letting the sweet flavor dissolve on his tongue. The rest of the Gryffindors were also pigging out on candy in the Common Room, celebrating a very recent victory over the Slytherin Quidditch team. The heroes of the hour, namely the =Gryffindor= Quidditch team, were given places of honor on the scarlet couch in front of the huge fireplace. Harry was flanked by both Fred and George, who were trying to get him to eat a particularly questionable Every-Flavor-Bean.
*Mmmm...so much candy...* Seamus' eyes were starting to glaze over as he reached for another Chocolate Frog off the gigantic pile of sweets on the center table. The sandy-haired boy knew he should have stopped long ago -- after all, he had a figure to maintain, and all that sugar always went straight to his head...ooh! The last pumpkin pasty was calling his name!
He reached out quickly, hand colliding in mid-air with someone else's.
Seamus glared at Ron. He glared back.
"Mine," both said at the same time.
Ron's eyes narrowed. Seamus viciously chomped the left leg off his Chocolate Frog. Suddenly he giggled.
"What?" Ron glared. He was more than a little annoyed -- after the entire evening, he hadn't been able to speak to Harry even once around the huge crowd.
Seamus giggled again, grinning from ear to ear as he savagely bit the right leg off his frog. Suddenly and without warning, he pounced, grabbing the pumpkin pasty for himself.
"Oh, for crying out loud, just take the bloody thing," Ron muttered, slumping down in his large red armchair. He shot a particularly deadly death glare in Seamus' general direction, then resigned himself to just =looking= at the Quidditch team. *Yeah, look but don't touch...*
Seamus was bored. He had sorted all his Every-Flavor-Beans into piles by color (in rainbow order, of course), then by possible flavor twice already, and had eaten so many Chocolate Frogs he was starting to have a very, very large collection of Famous Wizards cards. The sandy-haired boy hummed nonchalantly to himself, eyes flickering about the room, practically vibrating, thoughts firing across his nerve endings at at least five times their normal rate. His eyes paused for a split-second on his newest Famous Wizard card, which he promptly picked up in a slightly-trembling hand and began a conversation with.
Seamus Finnigan was on the mother of all sugar highs.
After a terribly insightful one-sided discussion with the only-slightly-well-known alchemist, Seamus tossed the card aside, bouncing his legs up and down in a varying rhythm.
"I...am...bored! Yup...that's me...bored! Oy, that'd be a bloody awful name to have, wouldn't it? Bored? Hehehe, I think I'd go by my middle name then, even if it was something horrible like Archibald or Edgar..." Seamus prattled on to himself, looking at the ceiling with some interest.
"Finnigan, will you just =shut= =up=???" Ron growled, smacking his forehead with one hand. "Look, Dean's sitting over there with Parvati and Lavendar, why don't you go harrass =them=???" Ron pointed to the right side of the fireplace with the expression of a martyr in the process of being tied to a stake.
To his great relief, Seamus got up and walked around his chair. Ron went back to staring at Har...the Quidditch team. The redhead screwed up his face. Why did the twins get to have all the fun? Now they had both pinned Harry to the back of the couch and were tickling him. Ron pouted as Harry eeped, trying to get away.
"Whatcha thinkin' about?" Ron gave a start. Seamus was sitting on the arm of his chair, grinning impishly down at him. The lanky redhead glared again as Seamus lay one arm over the top of the chair and began to haphazardly twirl a lock of Ron's hair around and around.
"Nothing. Get off." Ron slumped farther down, trying to avoid the long fingers tangling in his hair. Suddenly Ron wished he hadn't, because he was suddenly faced with a giggling lapful of Seamus Finnigan.
The (very) hyper boy had slid off the arm of the chair until he was fully laying over Ron, taking the other boy's suprised silence as an opportunity to sling an arm over his shoulders.
"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing???" Ron gasped out in shock.
"Keeping you company," Seamus drawled in a heavy accent, answering Ron's uncomfortable expression with a snicker.
Ron gritted his teeth. Really, the last thing he needed right then was a very-hyper Seamus Finnigan draped across his lap. A very-hyper Seamus Finnigan who was blinking huge, oceany eyes at him and grinning. A hyper, though kind of alluring Seamus Finnigan. OK, =fine=, a =very= hyper, =very= alluring Seamus Finnigan. Damn.
To make matters worse, Seamus was still quivering with energy, and was now doing quite a bit more wiggling and shifting around than he normally would have (not that Ron knew how Seamus would act if he was normally sitting in one's lap), and it was kinda-sorta turning him on.
Er, it was =really= turning him on. And Seamus, like the deviant little imp he was, knew =exactly= what he was doing, even through the hazy cloud of sugar.
"So, whatcha doin'?" Seamus grinned cheekily, running one long finger down the taller boy's chest. Ron gulped, afraid to speak in case his voice decided to leap an octave.
"Aw, what's the matter? Cat got your tongue? Or has something else got it?...No?...I could help with that..." Seamus half closed his eyes, letting the tip of his tongue lightly graze the expanse of skin directly beneath Ron's ear.
Ron squeaked.
And jumped.
And fell out of the chair.
On top of Seamus.
On the way down, they knocked over a large tray of individually-wrapped candies, a bench, a small end-table, a planter, all of the Quidditch team's broomsticks, and a whole row of folding chairs in a brilliant domino effect.
The twins had turned their attention from Harry to Oliver Wood, who they didn't think was having =quite= enough fun before. Dean had really been on a roll, and had managed to add both Katie Bell and Angelina Johnson to his conversation circle. Harry was trying desperately to avoid Colin Creevey's ever-clicking camera, and had just had Fred, George, =and= Oliver suddenly fall on top of him. All this stopped, however, at the onset of the huge ruckus across the room, and all eyes were suddenly trained on Ron and the boy he was now pinning to the floor.
"So is that your wand or are you just happy to see me?" Seamus quipped as Ron's face turned redder than his hair.
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*swish and flick*
Finitum Part 1!
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A/N: OK, this little ficlet is what happens when a silly idea hits you when you're doing your homework, and you stop studying to write it, and you don't get any of your homework done for about a week (but not necessarily because you're writing the aforementioned fic). ^^
WARNINGS: SLASH!!! BOYS LIKING, HAVING IMPURE THOUGHTS ABOUT, AND POSSIBLY SNOGGING/SHAGGING OTHER BOYS! DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ! Also, if you're a youngster and don't really understand about the birds and the bees, do yourself and your parents a favor and don't read this, 'tay? Grazi, bellos. I'd rather not be blamed for corrupting young minds, although I've done quite a bit of that in my day. ^_~
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Love and Longing in the Common Room
By Akira Ichijouji
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PART 1 -- SEAMUS FINNIGAN AND RON WEASELY
Seamus, with relish, bit off the head of a Chocolate Frog, letting the sweet flavor dissolve on his tongue. The rest of the Gryffindors were also pigging out on candy in the Common Room, celebrating a very recent victory over the Slytherin Quidditch team. The heroes of the hour, namely the =Gryffindor= Quidditch team, were given places of honor on the scarlet couch in front of the huge fireplace. Harry was flanked by both Fred and George, who were trying to get him to eat a particularly questionable Every-Flavor-Bean.
*Mmmm...so much candy...* Seamus' eyes were starting to glaze over as he reached for another Chocolate Frog off the gigantic pile of sweets on the center table. The sandy-haired boy knew he should have stopped long ago -- after all, he had a figure to maintain, and all that sugar always went straight to his head...ooh! The last pumpkin pasty was calling his name!
He reached out quickly, hand colliding in mid-air with someone else's.
Seamus glared at Ron. He glared back.
"Mine," both said at the same time.
Ron's eyes narrowed. Seamus viciously chomped the left leg off his Chocolate Frog. Suddenly he giggled.
"What?" Ron glared. He was more than a little annoyed -- after the entire evening, he hadn't been able to speak to Harry even once around the huge crowd.
Seamus giggled again, grinning from ear to ear as he savagely bit the right leg off his frog. Suddenly and without warning, he pounced, grabbing the pumpkin pasty for himself.
"Oh, for crying out loud, just take the bloody thing," Ron muttered, slumping down in his large red armchair. He shot a particularly deadly death glare in Seamus' general direction, then resigned himself to just =looking= at the Quidditch team. *Yeah, look but don't touch...*
Seamus was bored. He had sorted all his Every-Flavor-Beans into piles by color (in rainbow order, of course), then by possible flavor twice already, and had eaten so many Chocolate Frogs he was starting to have a very, very large collection of Famous Wizards cards. The sandy-haired boy hummed nonchalantly to himself, eyes flickering about the room, practically vibrating, thoughts firing across his nerve endings at at least five times their normal rate. His eyes paused for a split-second on his newest Famous Wizard card, which he promptly picked up in a slightly-trembling hand and began a conversation with.
Seamus Finnigan was on the mother of all sugar highs.
After a terribly insightful one-sided discussion with the only-slightly-well-known alchemist, Seamus tossed the card aside, bouncing his legs up and down in a varying rhythm.
"I...am...bored! Yup...that's me...bored! Oy, that'd be a bloody awful name to have, wouldn't it? Bored? Hehehe, I think I'd go by my middle name then, even if it was something horrible like Archibald or Edgar..." Seamus prattled on to himself, looking at the ceiling with some interest.
"Finnigan, will you just =shut= =up=???" Ron growled, smacking his forehead with one hand. "Look, Dean's sitting over there with Parvati and Lavendar, why don't you go harrass =them=???" Ron pointed to the right side of the fireplace with the expression of a martyr in the process of being tied to a stake.
To his great relief, Seamus got up and walked around his chair. Ron went back to staring at Har...the Quidditch team. The redhead screwed up his face. Why did the twins get to have all the fun? Now they had both pinned Harry to the back of the couch and were tickling him. Ron pouted as Harry eeped, trying to get away.
"Whatcha thinkin' about?" Ron gave a start. Seamus was sitting on the arm of his chair, grinning impishly down at him. The lanky redhead glared again as Seamus lay one arm over the top of the chair and began to haphazardly twirl a lock of Ron's hair around and around.
"Nothing. Get off." Ron slumped farther down, trying to avoid the long fingers tangling in his hair. Suddenly Ron wished he hadn't, because he was suddenly faced with a giggling lapful of Seamus Finnigan.
The (very) hyper boy had slid off the arm of the chair until he was fully laying over Ron, taking the other boy's suprised silence as an opportunity to sling an arm over his shoulders.
"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing???" Ron gasped out in shock.
"Keeping you company," Seamus drawled in a heavy accent, answering Ron's uncomfortable expression with a snicker.
Ron gritted his teeth. Really, the last thing he needed right then was a very-hyper Seamus Finnigan draped across his lap. A very-hyper Seamus Finnigan who was blinking huge, oceany eyes at him and grinning. A hyper, though kind of alluring Seamus Finnigan. OK, =fine=, a =very= hyper, =very= alluring Seamus Finnigan. Damn.
To make matters worse, Seamus was still quivering with energy, and was now doing quite a bit more wiggling and shifting around than he normally would have (not that Ron knew how Seamus would act if he was normally sitting in one's lap), and it was kinda-sorta turning him on.
Er, it was =really= turning him on. And Seamus, like the deviant little imp he was, knew =exactly= what he was doing, even through the hazy cloud of sugar.
"So, whatcha doin'?" Seamus grinned cheekily, running one long finger down the taller boy's chest. Ron gulped, afraid to speak in case his voice decided to leap an octave.
"Aw, what's the matter? Cat got your tongue? Or has something else got it?...No?...I could help with that..." Seamus half closed his eyes, letting the tip of his tongue lightly graze the expanse of skin directly beneath Ron's ear.
Ron squeaked.
And jumped.
And fell out of the chair.
On top of Seamus.
On the way down, they knocked over a large tray of individually-wrapped candies, a bench, a small end-table, a planter, all of the Quidditch team's broomsticks, and a whole row of folding chairs in a brilliant domino effect.
The twins had turned their attention from Harry to Oliver Wood, who they didn't think was having =quite= enough fun before. Dean had really been on a roll, and had managed to add both Katie Bell and Angelina Johnson to his conversation circle. Harry was trying desperately to avoid Colin Creevey's ever-clicking camera, and had just had Fred, George, =and= Oliver suddenly fall on top of him. All this stopped, however, at the onset of the huge ruckus across the room, and all eyes were suddenly trained on Ron and the boy he was now pinning to the floor.
"So is that your wand or are you just happy to see me?" Seamus quipped as Ron's face turned redder than his hair.
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*swish and flick*
Finitum Part 1!
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