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See disclaimer in Chapter 1. The only thing I have any claim to are the perverse ideas …
Author's note: For Silverdragonscales, who wanted Harry/Seamus in the Great Hall on the head table. HP/SF, HP/DM and SF/LL/HG. Chapter warnings for slash and exhibitionism.
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Seamus bit his lip, his legs bouncing with nervous energy as he sat at the base of the boys' stairs in the Gryffindor Common Room watching Luna futz with spells.
"Ostendo," she incanted, waving her wand in a complicated pattern before tapping the camera in front of her. She bent to look through the lens, growling in frustration. They'd been at this for the better part of an hour with no luck. Seamus looked up at the dormitory stairs uneasily, wondering how much longer they could count on privacy – it was 3 a.m., but several Gryffindors had trouble sleeping and often wandered down into the Common Room. Of course, Harry was chief among them, so he probably needn't worry, he assured himself. After all, he knew where Harry was.
"Exhibeo," she said, consulting the list of more than fifty different Revelation Spells Hermione had helped her compile earlier that day.
"Exhibeo Exibeo," she incanted, and Seamus craned his neck to see how far down the list they'd come. It seemed she'd finally exhausted known spells and was now using the ones the group had come up with themselves.
Hermione gave a sleepy wave from the foot of the girls' stairs when he looked over at her, which he returned. They were guarding the Common Room from passersby – no matter how unlikely anyone stumbling across their illicit activity was. Seamus straightened and drew his wand to shore up the Notice-Me-Not and Redirection Spells he'd cast when they'd started. He was new to this little group, but he was taking his responsibilities seriously. Because if they could get this spell to work … he bit his lip, shifting uncomfortably as his cock started to fill with blood. He pushed the thoughts out of his head, tamping down the excitement that was coursing through his veins. If they succeeded at what they were trying to do tonight, then he was in for a lot of fun. He turned his head toward a barely audible moan, sulking slightly that he wasn't the one having fun right now.
Luna's lips tightened into a grim line of determination. She'd heard the moan, too, and she wasn't any happier than Seamus to be left out. She could tell from the pitch of the sound that if she didn't hurry there wouldn't be anything juicy left to reveal when she finally did get the spell right.
"Exsto Latere," she incanted, tapping the camera lightly. A smile flickered on her lips as she looked through the viewfinder, something that didn't escape Seamus or Hermione's notice. The space in front of the fireplace was no longer empty in her camera lens, though the image was too blurry to quite make out.
"That's the one, but it needs more power," Luna said, glancing up as Hermione stood and stretched before joining her. The wards they'd cast earlier should keep out intruders well enough; she'd just stationed herself and Seamus there to give them something to do other than look over Luna's shoulder, which she knew the Ravenclaw hated.
"Panton?" Hermione offered, chewing on her bottom lip as she thought.
"Exsto Panton Latere," Luna tried, squinting into the camera lens. "Still fuzzy."
"Sulum?" Seamus said, joining them on the rug. "My Gram uses Purgo Sulum to mop an entire floor at once."
Luna and Hermione exchanged a shrug, and Seamus watched for the blonde's reaction as she cast the new spell. He could see her lips curve in a slight smile, but the sheen of frustration was still in her blue eyes as she looked up.
"Closer," she said, frowning thoughtfully at the empty space in front of the flames. "And if they've been doing that for the last hour then I'm not sure how they've kept it up. Literally or figuratively."
Hermione laughed and there was a muffled obscenity from the vicinity of the fireplace, which made the rest of them join in and laugh even harder. Luna wiped a stray tear from the corner of her eye before leveling her wand at the camera and trying again.
"Exsto Omnis Latere," she said, holding her breath as she tapped the camera lightly and backed up to look through the viewfinder.
"Yes!" she cried, pumping her wand in the air. She could plainly see Harry's mouth wrapped around Draco's cock, the two of them sweating and straining under the Invisibility Cloak she'd thrown over them more than an hour ago.
"Thank fucking Merlin," Draco growled, gathering the silky cloth of the cloak in his hand and tearing it off them. Though it felt fairly insubstantial, he and Harry had both been extremely hot underneath it, and the need to stay underneath the fabric had greatly restricted their ability to move.
Harry reached up and grabbed him by the jaw, pulling Draco's attention back toward him. His lips were still stretched around Draco's length, his cheeks hollowed with the effort of sucking him deeper into his mouth. The blond's eyes rolled back into his head at the increased pressure, his hands fisting in the rug underneath them.
"Jesus," Seamus breathed, shivering as his cock throbbed at the sight of the two boys wrapped around each other. He ran a hand down his chest, wrapping his fingers around the bulge in his denims. He jumped when his hand was batted aside, looking at Luna with a startled expression when she deftly unbuttoned his trousers and slipped her hand inside. He tried to keep his eyes open to watch Harry and Draco, but when her lips closed around him he couldn't help but let them flutter shut. Seconds later Hermione's mouth met his, and suddenly he couldn't have been less interested in the scene playing out in front of the fireplace; his own reality was much more interesting at the moment.
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"So you're sure –sure – this will work?"
Hermione glared at Seamus, kicking him under the table. They'd arrived unusually early for breakfast to scope out the head table. It was the third day in a row they'd done so, giving them a chance to see which professors came early to the morning meal and which ones preferred to sleep in a bit.
"It will work. Are you sure you want to do this?"
Seamus swallowed hard at the thought of what he and Harry would be doing on top of the head table the next morning. Yes, he was definitely sure he wanted to do it, he just wasn't sure they should.
"Of course he wants to do this," Harry said as he slid onto the bench on Hermione's other side. He snagged a croissant, dipping the end of it in raspberry jam and meeting Seamus' gaze as he licked the sticky tip suggestively.
Seamus made a strangled sound, his freckles disappearing as his entire face flushed red.
"Don't be a prat," Hermione said with a laugh, squeezing Harry's knee under the table. She looked across the Great Hall, noting with amusement that Seamus wasn't the only one who had been affected by Harry's provocative little show; Draco was staring at him as well, not looking away until Pansy elbowed him in the ribs.
Harry shrugged, dropping the pastry on the plate Hermione sat in front of him and tearing a piece off to pop in his mouth.
"No, I want to," Seamus said, his eyes still locked on Harry's mouth. "I just don't want to get caught."
Hermione studied the Irishman for a moment, as though assessing how likely he was to back out in the morning. They could have someone else take his place, of course, but it would be inconvenient.
"You do know we'll be publishing all of these to give out at the Leaving Ceremony, yeah?" Harry asked, earning himself a smack from Hermione for talking with his mouth full.
The motion seemed to startle Seamus out of his trance, and he shook his head, returning his attention to his own breakfast. He took a bite of bacon, chewing it thoughtfully.
"I know. But there's a difference between getting caught in flagrante by McGonagall in front of the whole school and showing them the pictures of it later," he said, leaning in toward the other two and lowering his voice as he finished his sentence, since Ron and Ginny had just joined them.
"Careful there, Harry," Ron said, slapping the dark-haired wizard on the back when he started to laugh at Seamus' words, choking a bit on the bite of strawberry he'd just popped into his mouth.
Ron gave them all a puzzled look when Hermione and Seamus started to laugh as well at his choice of words, though none of them were willing to explain the joke.
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"We know that Professor Sprout and Professor Flitwick both get to breakfast as soon as it starts. Professor McGonagall comes a few minutes after that, and Professor Vector and Hagrid usually come in together after her. Professor Sinistra rarely makes it in at all, and we all know that Professor Trelawney takes most of her meals in her tower," Hermione said, pitching her voice low so they didn't attract any attention. The six of them were huddled in a small alcove just off the entrance hall, waiting for the house-elves to open the Great Hall for breakfast.
"Firenze never comes down, so we don't need to worry about him. Madam Hooch, Professor Slughorn and everyone else usually come in about half an hour before breakfast ends, though that varies. So you two will aim for the spot where Professor Sinistra usually eats. She sits between Madam Hooch and Professor Trelawney, so you should have at least half an hour where that part of the table is bare."
Harry nodded, an intense expression on his face as he plotted. He was naked under his robes, and he knew Seamus was, too. They simply wouldn't have that much time once they took their places, and they couldn't afford to waste any effort undressing. Not that moving enough to undress would even be possible with two of them under the Invisibility Cloak.
"I'll be filming from the Ravenclaw table," Luna said, patting the camera in her pocket. Ravenclaw sat in the middle, practically right in front of the opening Harry and Seamus would be using.
"And I'll be consoling Draco at the Slytherin table," Pansy said with a smirk, making Harry snort with laughter and Hermione roll her eyes. Everyone knew Draco wasn't at all threatened by what the two Gryffindors would be doing. His reaction to seeing Harry with someone else was actually just the opposite – which meant Pansy would probably be busy.
"Thank you, darling," Draco teased, wrapping an arm around her slim shoulders and pressing a kiss against her cheek. The fact that Slytherin House thought he and Pansy had reconciled had given him many more chances to sneak away to be with Harry lately. He had no idea what Pansy did with herself during those times, but he had a feeling it often involved Hermione.
The large wooden doors in front of them creaked open, the sound loud in the otherwise quiet entry way. It didn't surprise any of them that no one rushed inside; it was still early for most students to be up and around. Hermione peered around the door, noting that Professor Sprout was already in her seat, some sort of journal open in front of her. She sipped at her tea absently as she turned the pages, obviously engrossed in her reading.
"Now or never," she murmured, her lips curving into a grin when she felt a rush of air as something invisible brushed past her. Seamus had apparently recovered from his bit of nerves.
"I'll go next," Luna said, hurrying toward the doors. She needed to set up the camera, which they'd disguised as a half-empty glass of pumpkin juice to avoid suspicion. As long as no one touched it they'd never know what it really was.
The remaining three stood silently in the shadows, letting a few minutes pass. Students had begun to trickle into the Great Hall in twos and threes, though most were still in their dorms. Draco grabbed Pansy by the hand, giving Hermione a quick kiss before stepping into the entry way.
Hermione stayed in place until she saw Dean and Ginny walk by. She hurried to catch up to them, startling them by seemingly appearing out of nowhere.
"You've been up early lately," Ginny said, looking at Hermione with suspicion. She knew something strange was going on, but she hadn't been able to figure out what. "Hey, where's Seamus?"
Hermione shrugged, sliding onto the bench with her back to the wall so she had a good vantage point. She couldn't see what was going on, of course, but just knowing that Harry and Seamus were up there, invisible, shagging on the head table was enough to make her shiver with anticipation.
"How should I know?" she asked, pouring herself a cup of tea. She was too excited to eat, so she wrapped her fingers around the cup to keep herself from fidgeting.
Ginny's eyes narrowed as she looked at Hermione. The girl seemed preoccupied with watching the professors, but a glance over her shoulder showed that none of them seemed to be doing anything out of the ordinary.
"You two have been joined at the hip lately," Ginny said, wrinkling her nose when Hermione completely ignored the probing statement. She'd hoped for some sort of reaction, whether it was fierce denial or a blush.
Hermione just shrugged slightly, scanning the rest of the Great Hall. Almost half of the students had wandered in by now, and the room was buzzing with conversation. She stifled a gasp when a flash of skin was suddenly visible, a strip of golden ankle against the dark wood. It vanished as quickly as it had appeared, but Hermione kept staring at the spot, worried the cloak might slip again.
"Hermione!" Ginny snapped, waving a hand in front of her face.
"Sorry, did you say something?" Hermione asked, glancing absently at Ginny before looking back toward the table.
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Seamus' heart was racing, and they hadn't even made it to the head table yet. He and Harry had to hunch to make sure the cloak covered their feet, but the position wasn't easy in his half-hard state. The thought of what they were about to do – in front of the whole school, no less – had kept him up all night with a persistent erection that simply would not go away. He groaned softly as blood rushed to fill his cock completely, making it painful to remain bent over. Harry's hand tightened around his own, giving his fingers a gentle squeeze.
"Me, too," he whispered, keeping his voice low out of habit despite the fact that he didn't need to – Draco had cast a Silencing Charm on the cloak before they'd entered the hall, meaning they' d be able to hear each other underneath, as well as whatever was happening outside, but no one could hear them.
They slowly skulked toward the front of the Great Hall. Despite the fact that it had been empty when they'd entered, there were now more than a dozen students seated at the tables around them, including Luna. Harry reached out, brushing his cloak-covered hand across her back as they passed. The blonde grinned, winking at them as they slipped past her and climbed the stairs to the raised platform the head table sat on.
Professor McGonagall had already taken her place, as had Professor Sprout and Professor Flitwick. Surprisingly Hagrid was already there as well, which would complicate things a bit – they'd have to be extra careful not to flail around, since Hagrid's seat was close to the empty ones they were targeting.
"How are we to get up there?" Seamus whispered, wiping away a few beads of sweat that had gathered at his brow. Draco had been right – it was hot under the cloak, plus he was horribly nervous about what they were about to do.
Harry paused, gauging the distance from the floor to the table. It would be impossible for them to climb up one at a time, since the cloak wouldn't be able to cover both of them if they weren't practically on top of each other. He looked back at Seamus, trying to judge how strong the other boy was.
"Do you think you can climb up there with me on your back?" he asked, nodding toward the table.
Seamus nodded, relieved Harry had a plan. It would be difficult, but it was their best shot. He crouched lower, letting Harry straddle his back. He hissed when he felt the dark-haired boy's erection against his back, his own arousal spiking at the knowledge that Harry was just as turned on as he was.
"Ready?"
Harry made a sound of assent, and Seamus carefully straightened, taking care not to stand all the way up and expose their feet. When he was certain Harry was balanced on his back, he gripped the table, pulling the two of them up onto the scarred wood. Harry gasped as he felt cool air sweep over his ankle, quickly wrapping his legs around Seamus' middle as tightly as he could. A few seconds later they were crouched on the table, with barely enough room to sit facing each other. The table had already been laid with food and plates for the absent teachers, giving them a thin sliver of empty wood to occupy.
"Alright?" Seamus asked, his eyes darting around the Great Hall to see if anyone had noticed their ascent. He could see through the filmy cloak enough to note that only Hermione and Luna were staring up at the table, so he figured they'd been successful.
"Yeah," Harry said, a grin splitting his face. "A bit of a close call there, but I think we made it."
They were silent for a moment, suddenly nervous. It wasn't until Hagrid coughed, startling both of them, that they relaxed. Ironically, being reminded of how precarious their situation was seemed to invigorate them.
"So, fancy a shag?" Harry asked, smiling cheekily at his roommate. Seamus was certainly fit enough to be appealing, and Harry didn't think he'd have any trouble at all rising to the occasion, especially considering he'd been hard all morning. Still, it was beginning to feel a bit wrong to fool around without Draco there. He looked out toward the Slytherin table, a shiver of pure lust running down his spine when he saw Draco's grey eyes locked on the empty space at the head table. He could see Pansy running her hand across Draco's chest, and he imagined she'd probably move that hand a good deal lower in a few minutes. There was nothing but interest and arousal in Draco's gaze, which set Harry's mind at ease. As long as they were both on board with it, he saw nothing wrong with what he was about to do with Seamus.
"Do you think we can actually –" Seamus paused, studying the small space they were limited to. It would be hard to keep their balance on the small sliver of table without upsetting any of the bowls and cups nearby, not to mention keeping themselves covered by the cloak.
"Oh, I think we can," Harry said, his voice husky with arousal.
Seamus gasped when Harry shoved his robes up past his waist, exposing his erection. Without pausing, Harry slid forward, keeping his legs drawn up underneath himself as he licked a stripe across the head of Seamus' cock.
"Oh Jesus," Seamus moaned, thankful beyond measure that Draco had thought to cast the Silencing Charm. He'd never have been able to keep quiet on his own.
Harry had already prepared himself before coming down to breakfast, knowing they'd be short on time and tight on space. He hiked his own robes up, climbing on top of Seamus carefully. It was difficult because he couldn't risk sitting up fully. There simply wasn't enough fabric in the cloak to cover Seamus' reclined body and allow him to do much more than hunch over him.
"Keep your knees up, if you can," Harry whispered, turning around to tuck the ends of the cloak underneath Seamus' feet. Hopefully that would be enough to secure it.
Seamus nodded, grabbing Harry around the waist. The dark-haired wizard was sweaty, just like his own, and his hands slipped a bit as they sought purchase against the slippery skin. He bit his lip when Harry raised himself up a bit, unprepared when Harry's other hand wrapped around his cock, holding it steady so he could guide himself down on top of it.
"Merciful Merlin," Seamus panted, squeezing his eyes shut tightly. It was too much – the excitement of where they were, the heat inside the cloak, the feeling of Harry's tight arse closing around him. He knew he'd embarrass himself by coming too soon, but there was little he could do to prevent it.
He gasped again when Harry leaned down to kiss him, swallowing the moans that were now coming almost nonstop out of the Irishman's mouth. Seamus took a moment to marvel at how unbelievably flexible Harry had to be to make the position work before realizing that the other boy wouldn't be able to maneuver at all from his perch. The thought helped Seamus control himself, and he felt his arousal back down a notch as he regained control of the situation.
He gave his hips an experimental thrust and was rewarded with a groan from Harry. The other boy deepened the kiss, further taking Seamus' mind off the climax that only moments ago had been imminent. Seamus tightened his grip on Harry's hips, using his hands to hold the wizard in place as he thrust up into him. He was glad Harry had thought to tell him to plant his feet the way he had, since it gave him the leverage he needed to thrust without moving them too much – there wasn't much room to work with, and any big movements would rattle the cutlery and bowls that were sitting nearby.
Neither could reach Harry's cock, but the dark-haired boy didn't seem to mind. Between the sensation of Seamus' slow thrusts and the way his own erection was sandwiched between their sweaty bodies, he was getting more than enough stimulation. He could tell from Seamus' moans and the urgency of his thrusts that the other boy was getting close, so Harry broke the kiss, lifting himself up a bit on his hands to help deepen the angle.
Without conscious thought, Harry sought out Draco again. By now the Great Hall was mostly full, though none of the students had realized anything was amiss. Harry's gaze swept over the crowded tables until he found Draco, his breath catching as he realized the Slytherin was well on the way to an orgasm of his own. Most wouldn't have noticed, but Harry recognized the telltale flush on Draco's normally pale cheeks and he way he was biting at the inside of his lip. Pansy was seemingly focused on reading a book in front of her on the table, but Harry could only see one of her hands. The other was likely busy in Draco's lap.
The thought of Draco getting off at the same time he and Seamus were was enough to send him over the edge, and Harry's eyes shut involuntarily as the waves of his orgasm slammed through him. Seamus, who had been trying his hardest not to come, nearly yelled in relief when he felt Harry's channel spasm around him. He thrust up a few more times, gasping for air as his own orgasm overtook him.
Harry shivered as the aftershocks of his release shot through him. He opened his eyes, finding Draco just in time to watch the blond shudder and close his eyes. Harry grinned, knowing he'd just watched Draco get off. He had no idea why that was so damn arousing, but it was.
"I hate to fuck and run, but …"
Harry laughed at Seamus' words, easing himself off the other boy's softening cock and letting his robes drop back into place. They both had their uniforms stashed in an empty classroom, since they hadn't figured there would be time to run back to the dorms to change before class. It looked like they'd bet right; students were already filing out for the morning. Several professors had also left the table, which would make it a little easier for them to make their exit.
They separated wordlessly, sliding down to the dais together. It wasn't so difficult to maintain the hunched position they needed this time, and Seamus grinned at the thought. He felt relaxed and absolutely exhilarated, like they'd gotten away with something fantastic.
They didn't bother staying under the cloak all the way back to the entrance. Instead, they slipped behind one of large tapestries that hung out from the wall, casting a few Cleaning Charms and straightening their robes and hair before stepping out and striding out of the hall as if they'd just gotten up from the Gryffindor table. They didn't notice Luna, Hermione, Pansy and Draco follow them, or that Ginny had also risen, her brown eyes narrowed as she watched them disappear out the door.
"Absolutely brilliant," Harry said as they shut the classroom door behind them, warding it so only a select few could enter. They shucked their sweaty robes, dressing as quickly as they could before the rest of the group could join them.
Seamus jumped when Harry's arms wrapped around him as he was straightening his tie. That was all the warning he got before Harry's lips descended on his, his tongue stroking the roof of his mouth insistently. He expected Harry to break away when the door opened and the others slipped inside, but the other boy surprised him, merely deepening the kiss.
Pansy snorted at the sight, but Draco sidled up behind Harry, sandwiching him between himself and Seamus and ducking his head to nibble at the golden skin underneath his ear.
"That was Seamus Finnigan and Harry Potter shagging on the head table in the Great Hall," they heard Luna say. "Cut."
The three boys continued their kiss a bit longer, until Hermione cleared her throat.
"Class starts in five minutes," she said primly, sounding just like the Head Girl should.
"Fuck class," Draco muttered, returning to his previous task of licking and sucking Harry's neck. His hands had snuck around to Seamus' arse at some point, and he was massaging small circles against the firm flesh.
Pansy laughed, rolling her eyes when it became clear that the boys were not about to stop what they were doing. She grabbed both Luna and Hermione's arms, tugging them toward the door. Three of them missing class would be bad enough, but Slughorn would likely send out a search party if five of his students were to go missing. It wouldn't be too hard to construct a story about Harry and Draco fighting in the corridor and Seamus getting stuck in the crossfire, she figured.
"Leave the camera," Harry said, finally breaking away from Seamus' lips. "We've never filmed in here before."
TBC