Summary: Just a cute little slash, Harry/Seamus, could possibly change. What happens when Harry rejects Seamus for the third time? Will Seamus keep at it? Let's find out. The story takes place in Harry's sixth year.
Disclaimer: Don't own anything except my perverted little mind, the rest goes to J.K Rowling.
" For the last time Seamus, no means NO! Leave me alone!" Harry screeched as he slammed the door to the boy's dormitory in Seamus' face. He simply sat there and smiled, loving the game of hard to get. "Just you wait Mr. Potter," he purred at the door, "I'll get you yet." Harry shivered on the other side of the door, thankful that everyone else was at home for the winter holidays. Well, almost everyone. Harry had decided to stay at Hogwarts for the holidays, to give Rom and Hermione some privacy at the Burrow. But he didn't expect to be harassed by Seamus for three weeks. He sighed, angry with himself for letting Seamus get to him. He slowly opened the door and peeked out. Seamus was no where to be found. Harry crept out of the dormitory and headed for the Great Hall. Inside very few people were there. Draco Malfoy was sitting at the Slytherin table, deeply in conversation with Blaise Zabini, Hannah Abbott was asking Professor Flitwick about Charms homework, and Dean was flirting with Lavender, all of which was very inconspicuous, except for the fact that Seamus wasn't there. Ignoring that slightly disturbing fact, Harry went to go sit next to Dean, who had interrupted his conversation with lavender to whisper, "He's in the library," to Harry. Harry shivered as he helped himself to eggs for breakfast. About a half hour later, Harry left the Great Hall and headed for the Gryffindor common room. He had reached the third floor when he was pushed into a wall and was passionately kissed by none other than Seamus Finnigan.