Disclaimer: The characters and settings used in this story belong to the illustrious J.K. Rowling. I may have taken slight liberties with their personalities and/or appearances, and I mean no harm whatsoever by doing so. No copyright infringement is intended and absolutely no money is being made by my writing this.

Specific warnings for this chapter: Language, Lemon, Rimming, and Yaoi/Slash (Draco/Harry).

Word Count: 1,285

Seamus Finnigan
(by C. Adrien Cummings)

During the lunch hour at Hogwarts one Friday, Seamus Finnigan found himself in quite a predicament. He had eaten quickly, and without his best friend there to keep him company (poor Dean had been ill and in the hospital wing for the past couple days), Seamus had opted to roam the halls.

He hadn't realized that another of his housemates had been missing from the lunch table too . . . not until he heard Harry's voice through a classroom door that hadn't been closed quite all the way. 'What's Harry doin' down here right now?' he wondered idly. Whatever he may have expected, however, was nothing like what he discovered when he peered through the cracked open door.

How long Seamus stood there staring at the scene playing out before his eyes, he couldn't have said. But now he was in quite a predicament indeed. His dick was harder than he could remember it ever being before; he had to find some secluded spot where he could toss off, soon! Problem was, with every step he took, his sensitive erection brushed back and forth against the soft material of his trousers (he routinely went commando, though he might rethink that decision after today!), and if he didn't find somewhere in the next minute or so, he was going to come in his pants for sure!

As the seconds passed, his desperation grew. Finally — finally — he spotted a small, dark alcove into which he ducked, unzipping his trousers as he did so. His cock sprung free of the fabric immediately, and immense relief coursed through him at the end of that torturous pleasure caused by the friction of his dick with his cashmere pants.

The alcove he'd dived into was quite narrow and virtually pitch black. He stood as far in as he could go, with his back against one wall, leaning against it for support as he was uncertain his legs would hold him through his impending orgasm. His right hand came up and wrapped tightly around his cock, giving it a quick squeeze before beginning to stroke it. He closed his eyes . . . . . .

Harry was lying back on the teacher's desk, which had been cleared of its normal clutter by a sweep of his arm, if the pile on the floor was anything to go by. He was totally naked, and had his legs spread and pulled up toward his chest, exposing himself fully to the boy kneeling at the edge of the desk. Draco Malfoy stared, seemingly awestruck by the beauty before him, and murmured something inaudible to Harry. Then he leaned in and extended his tongue, flicking it experimentally across the dark-haired boy's entrance.

Harry's hips bucked up off of the desk, and he let out a sharp yelp of mingled pleasure and surprise. Draco pulled back, chuckling softly. "Like that, did you?" he asked with a smirk. His only response was a pathetic whimper, which he apparently took to mean, 'Hell yes, now do that again before I hurt you.' The Slytherin wasted no time in complying, leaning back in and licking Harry's hole again.

This treatment continued for a few minutes, with Draco's tongue dancing over and around — and occasionally plunging into — Harry's ass. Harry, for his part, writhed and cried out in pleasure and encouragement almost constantly. At some point, his hand had drifted to his own cock, and he had begun stroking himself while Draco rimmed him.

It took some time for Draco to notice his lover's self-gratification, but when he did, he pulled away from the boy's ass and stood up, looking imperiously down at him as though about to scold him. Harry's hand fell away from his erection without a word from Draco, whose mock-scowl twisted into a predatory grin. "Very good, Harry," he said in a tone full of satisfaction. "That's my job, after all, isn't it?" And with that, the blonde was reaching for Harry's cock, taking it in his hand and pumping it a few times. A long, low moan escaped the brunette at this attention.

When Harry's eyes drifted shut as he savored the sensations provided by Draco's hand, Draco's other hand was reaching for a bottle on a nearby desk. He silently popped the cap of it and filled his palm with the oily substance therein. After placing the bottle back on the desk, his hand came around and he began stroking himself, coating his cock with the slick lubricant. All the while, his other hand had never faltered in its rhythm on Harry's dick. Thus, Harry's eyes had remained shut as he reveled in the handjob he was getting, and it came as a great shock to Harry when his lover's erection pressed against his entrance.

Harry's eyes shot wide open and stared into the intense silver orbs of his lover. With great tenderness and care — and unfailing attention to Harry's own aching erection — Draco pushed himself slowly into the other boy's body . . . . . .

That was when Seamus had fled. His own cock had been twitching, threatening an orgasm without him even touching it. Now it was ensconced in his hand, which was rapidly pulling and tugging on it, trying to call forth the release that had been so imminent only moments earlier. It eluded him now, however, so he tried to imagine how things in the classroom had proceeded after he had left, with the hottest guy in the school fucking the second hottest guy in the school, seemingly for the first time . . . . . .

"Fuck, Harry . . ." Draco moaned. "You're so fucking tight!" The blonde was now seated completely inside his lover's canal, and the involuntary spasms of Harry's hole around him were driving him absolutely crazy. "I've got to move," he said, looking pleadingly into Harry's eyes to be sure it was okay to do so. Harry nodded, and Draco pulled out and thrust back in slowly but firmly. Both boys cried out at the sensation.

Over and over again, Draco withdrew from Harry's ass only to push right back in again. And with each and every thrust, his hand continued to stroke Harry's cock. The pair kept this up for only a minute or two before Harry screamed, arched his back, and came forcefully all over his chest and Draco's hand. Apparently Harry's orgasm pulled Draco's own from him, as he thrust just once more and cried out, emptying himself inside his lover.

. . . . . . And with that image in his mind, Seamus came hard, his come jetting out and hitting the wall in front of him. He groaned deeply with the pleasure of the release, and his hand continued pumping until he was utterly spent. At that point he had no strength left to stand, never mind to keep his hand moving. His arm fell back to his side as he leaned more of his weight against the wall, letting it support him since his legs couldn't any longer.

It was a few minutes before he pushed himself off the wall with a grunt of effort. He cast a quick cleaning charm before tucking himself back into his trousers, and then stepped out of the alcove and back into the corridor. As he did so, he heard footsteps approaching from the next hallway over. Seamus took a second to look himself over and make sure there were no signs to betray what he'd just done, and then looked up just as the person rounded the corner. A mischievous grin lit up Seamus's face as he stepped forward and said, "Hiya, Harry . . ."

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