This is my attempt at writing a Seamus/Blaise story. it will be a multichaptered fic so not everything is explained in this chapter. I hope you enjoy. And please review!

Disclaimer: Don't own it :-/


"I think we should fuck."

Seamus choked, eyes darting up to look at the Slytherin. "Wh-what?" he asked. Zabini smirked at him, before muttering something under his breath. Agonizing pain stabbed through the blond's knee, his other leg buckling. His hands dug into the taller boy's shoulders, forehead pressed into his neck as waves of pain wracked his body.

Minutes that felt like hours later the pain began to ebb before fading almost entirely. Seamus' body felt weak, spent and the Slytherin helped lower him to the ground. Seamus wiped sweat from his forehead with a shaky hand, struggling to calm his breathing.

"Feeling better?" the black boy asked, looking down his nose at him. Seamus glared, giving him a jerky nod as an answer. "Good. If I'd not distracted you, you would have just fussed around and messed up the spell," he said by way of explanation. He pushed himself to his feet, dusting dirt from the knees of his trousers.

"Fuck you," Seamus sneered, moving to get up.

Zabini gave a much put upon sigh and pushed on his shoulder. "If you start walking around now, you're going to undo all the work I've done. That, or keel right over."

The blond raised his brows. "So you're going to finish collecting the plants for Hagrid out of what? The good of your cold little heart?"

"Of course not," the Slyherin said, searching the ground around them, using his lit wand for light. "Though going off your prior reaction, I suppose you won't let me bugger you in thanks for my help-"

"Fuck you," Seamus snapped.

The other boy chuckled to himself, plucking some leaves from a plant growing by the tree. "That was what I was purposing. But I will accept a simple kiss in reparations for healing your pathetic Gryffindor self."

Seamus let out a gust of hair, his head tipping back to rest against the gnarled tree he was leaning against. A small ache was beginning at the base of his skull and his knee was giving occasional dull throbs. The wind blew through the branches of the forest chilled his sweaty skin.

"Bugger off Zabini," he muttered, eyes closed. The other boy gave a quiet chuckle. At some point, despite the discomfort of the ground, Seamus fell asleep.

He was woken up by Zabini shoving on his shoulder roughly. He yelped as he fell sideways, sprawling across the forest's ground.

Zabini just smirked, as he hauled the smaller teen to his feet and dragged him down the path they had walked hours earlier. He had wrapped one hand around Seamus' waist and the other was clutching a bunch of the spiney green leaves they had been sent to collect as punishment.

Hagrid was no where to be found when they arrived at his hut and Zabini left their collection on a table outside his front door.

"I can walk on my own thanks," Seamus snapped, struggling to push the Slytherin away.

The arm around his waist just tightened as the taller of the two pulled them towards the castle's front doors. "I will not have you undo my work, Finnagin."

"I walke-"

Zabini waved off his protests. "Yes I'm quite aware of your idiocy of walking around with a sprained knee for two weeks. However, the healing takes some time to take root, and you will not undo my work with your abhorrent Gryffindor thick headness."

Seamus gave up struggling against the vice grip around his waist as they approached the entrance hall. "And you're going to walk me all the way to my common room?" he asked, expecting a negative answer.

"Why of course. What kind of white knight would I be to let my damsel in distress hobble his way all the way home alone," Zabini replied haughtily. "Plus, I won't collect my kiss for a job only half done, that would be dishonorable."

Seamus let out a sound of protest, trying to escape again. He managed to get a step away, before putting pressure in the recently healed leg. Familiar bolts of agony shot up his leg and he would have fallen had two long arms not encircled his body.

Zabini was giving him a dark look when he managed to straighten up, the pain fading slower this time. "I toldyou, it takes time to fully heal. You'll be fine tomorrow but for now would you just let me help you," he snapped.

The Gryffindor lacked the strength to continue his escape attempts, leaning heavily on the taller boy. They painstakingly made their way up numerous flights of stairs, Seamus directing him where to go when he seemed unsure before arriving at the portrait of the fat lady.

Seamus paused, waiting for Zabini to turn and head back to his dungeons. After a long moment the other sighed. "I never pegged you for stupid, Finnagin. I already told you I'm not letting you walk yourself anywhere."

The Fat Lady was looking at them both, eyebrows raised as she watched the pair in front of her. Seamus' clothes were rumpled and dirty from his time on the ground. His forehead was sweaty with exertion, his hair hanging messily in front of his hazel eyes.

Zabini was his exact opposite. His clothes were neat and pressed despite the manual labor he had engaged in, along with dragging the Gryffindor up from the Forbidden Forest. He stood tall and proud, calm and collected, every strand of hair perfectly in place.

"How should I know you're not just going to use this to get in here and terrorize us," Seamus asked him.

The Slytherin looked down at him, corners of his mouth turned up. "If I wanted to get into your dorm, all I'd have to do, is seduce anyone inside," he murmured in the blond's ear. A flush spread out on his cheeks and his hands clenched into fists.

"Like you could seduce anyone," he snapped. Zabini laughed, the sound soft in the corridor, and Seamus shivered, his stomach clenching, not all together unpleasantly.

"Of course I couldn't," he said, amused tone at odds with the bitter look in his eyes. "Regardless, I promise you, on my honor," he said, placing a long fingered hand against his chest, "that I shall not use any informationrevealed this night against you nor your house."

"Fizzie Pops," Seamus muttered, rolling his eyes, and the picture swung open. They could always change the password in the morning. He nearly groaned aloud at the sight of the portriat hole. Zabini braced him against the wall before climbing in the hole himself, then helping haul the blond inside.

Despite his attempts to put the least amount of pressure on his leg, he was still seeing stars by the time they were upright again. Zabini gave him a few moments to collect himself as he gazed around the common room. Red upholstery and carpeting met his eyes, gold embelishments on the wall. A fire had faded to embers in the grate.

Seamus sighed in relief, seeing no one else around. Not surprising at 3 am, but hardly something he'd like to explain to his housemates. He leaned more heavily on the other teen as he was dragged up the last few flights of stairs, stopping outside the door marked Sixth Years.

"Am I allowed to walk myself to my own bed," Seamus asked, sarcasm lacing his words.

"No," was the quiet one word reply and Seamus sighed. He opened the door quietly, and the two made their way inside. His four roommates were passed out in their beds, Seamus' the only one with the curtains open. Zabini led him to it, pushing him down on the mattress.

The earlier pounding was more noticeable as he fell backwards, head hitting his pillow. His shoes and socks were tugged off and his tie loosened. He shuddered at Zabini's light touches around his neck and chest as he undid the first few buttons of his shirt.

The pillow was tugged from behind his head, placed under his knee, propping it up slightly. Pain cut through the haze of exhaustion. He made a small whimpering sound he hated himself for as he struggled to focus his eyes on the Slytherin.

Hazel eyes lacked on blue, Zabini using the back of his fingers to wipe away a tear on the Gryffindor's cheek. "hurts," he muttered, closing his eyes again.

"I can imagine," was the whispered reply before velvety lips pressed down on his. A small sound escaped his throat before Seamus forced his eyes open and glared at the other boy.

"Bugger off Zabini," he snapped, too spent to do more.

The darker boy chuckled, turning to leave. "I offered. You said no." Seamus rolled his eyes, head falling back on the mattress. He was asleep before the Slytherin closed the door behind him.


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