OK, I was reading the Harry Potter series again while surfing the net and this idea just popped into my head. I had to write it cuz it wouldn't leave me alone. If you don't like the pairing then go away and don't bother to flame me. I'm hot enough as it is. This is a HG/SF fic.
Disclaimer: Not mine and never will be.
Of Staircases and Pillows
Hermione Granger sat staring into the flames in the Gryffindor common room. She had walked in on Harry and Parvati and then when she when she went into her own dorm, she found Ron and Lavender. Disgusted and a bit put out by the events, she had sat for hours with tears rolling down her cheeks. She didn't notice the portrait of the Fat Lady swing open and let an unusually quiet Seamus Finnigan inside.
Seamus looked up and saw Hermione sitting by herself and frowned, but he was too tired to think and just wanted to sleep. He climbed the staircase to the room he shared with the other sixth years and opened the door, walking in. He stopped and cursed when a pillow hit his head. Looking up he saw Harry Potter holding someone quite closely. Looking closer he saw that both were nude and he stumbled back with a laugh, his stumbling helped by another flying object. Only he had forgotten to close the door and fell down the stairs with a yell. Harry only snorted and slammed the door shut.
Seamus lay sprawled out on the floor, his robes wide open showing a bare chest and black muggle jeans. Hermione came into his rather fuzzy vision as she towered over him with a slight frown.
"What are you doing, Seamus?" He peered up, pleased by his view. Hermione saw his lingering gaze and sneered. He chuckled at her reaction and brought his hands up behind his head.
"Just… laying here." He drawled with an evil glint in his eyes, his voice low and husky. "Enjoying the view…" He laughed at her offended gasp and stood up, robes billowing around his lean body. His short blonde hair was spiked and he lazily looked down at the shorted girl.
"What? It's not as if that's a bad thing to say, Mione." He snickered, moving closer to her. She glared at him, but was getting used to his flirting.
"Ugh, Seamus, please." She sighed and crossed her arms over her chest. He looked slightly excited by her answer, and shifted his boot clad legs a bit to get closer to her. She rolled her eyes.
"Please what? Oh Mione…are you finally getting dirty thoughts in your head?" Hermione glared at him but before she could answer his hands whipped out and snapped their bodies together. He tilted her chin up and gazed down upon her.
"You don't know how glad I am to hear that…" He murmured, the words slurred by his thickening accent and kissed her hungrily. She stiffened and tried to push him away, but instead he made her walk backwards toward the couch where she once was sitting. When the edge of the couch hit the back of her legs, they toppled onto it, Seamus effectively pinning her down.
"SEAMUS!" She hissed, finally freeing her mouth and gasping at the result of such a long kiss. He merely grinned and licked her neck, sending shivers down her spine.
"What?" He asked in between kisses and licks. "Why don't you enjoy yourself, Mione? I can make it good for you." She stared at him, unbelieving and he took full advantage of her open mouth to kiss her again. To his great surprise (and pleasure) she kissed him back. Her hands started to roam over his chest and he sighed. She moved away from his lips and to his neck, sucking on it. He tilted his head back to give her more room and reached back to bend her leg up and run his hands over her thigh. She paused and licked the hollow of his throat. He brought his hands up to her hair and tangled his fingers in the long curls, kissing her. One of his hands moved down her back and slid around to the front, where his cupped her breast gently. Unknowingly, she had moved her legs under him and when he touched her, she drove her knee up into his groin. He choked and rolled off of her, landing heavily on the floor.
"Sorry, Seamus. But it's not happening." She stalked off to her dorm and only looked back once. When she did she paused for a second, staring at him gasping.
He really is kinda cute. But God, what a bastard.
She thought, but knew that parts of her brain were fighting her decision of leaving the opportunity. So she turned and ran up her stairs.Seamus managed to get on all- fours, still gasping. He looked up in time to see her turn and run and he smirked.
Ha. She'll give in next time…
He snickered to himself and walked, bent double, over to his staircase. Though the thought of having to climb it in his state made his ears roar, so he hobbled back over to the couch, still clutching himself. He landed heavily on his stomach and groaned, falling asleep almost immediately.