Warning: This is SLASH. That means that contained here there is a male/male relationship happening. Should that sort of thing bother you for whatever reason, you may want to turn back now. There is no hard core sex or anything, just two dead-sexy boys loving each other. *Giggles*
Pairing: Seamus Finnegan/ Draco Malfoy
Summary: Draco and Seamus finally get it up to tell each other how they feel. Wait a minute... Did I really use those words? *blushes furiously* Uhm... yeah.
Notes: Kind of follows up both Common People and Piece of Me.
Dream Another Dream
Slight shift of the head is totally imperceptible to everyone around us. But it is done with a kind of careful determination that I have come to recognize as acknowledgment. It is really the only acknowledgment either of us grant the other. Aside from staring. This simple gesture makes the butterflies in my stomach flutter with wild abandon. Pity no one else knows this. Not even him. He's no idea how desperately I want to declare my love for him from all the rooftops in the world. No idea how desperately I want to declare it to him.
Communication is not one of my strong points. For the last *calculates* almost twelve months I've been resisting the urge to confess my true feelings for him. Wow. Twelve months. That's a year! This is a record for me, I think. And the sad part about it is that there isn't even anything to record. I mean, I just don't think that being somewhat regular *everyday* fuck buddies with a person counts as a legitimate relationship. But honestly, I wouldn't have time to pursue anything real even if I did want to. There's all sorts of homework to be doing... N.E.W.T.'s are coming up... Shit... And I just can't imagine being without him.
Everyday for what seems like forever has been spent in agonizing waiting. Waiting for the time when we will meet and... objectify each other. There's never any feeling in what we do. At least, not on his end. Honestly, I try my hardest not to just fuck him, I try to make love to him. The fact that he isn't really all that attentive kind of blows my intention right out of the water, though. Just once, I want him to feel me. Feel me in the depths of his being; feel me projecting nothing but simple love toward him. But I don't know if he even can feel.
Fantasizing about the way it could be is the only thing that keeps me sane. I like to think that the fact that we're in separate houses doesn't separate us. But it does. I like to think that our parent's financial situations don't separate us. But they do. Above all else, really, it is money that comes between us. Petty, really. Maybe that's easy for me to say because I've never been in need of anything money can buy. Or maybe it's easy for me to say because I need all the things that money can't buy. All the things that he could give me.
Oh! He's already leaving the table. There's Dean, following right after. I wonder if he knows about what Seamus does to me after the lights go out? In all likelihood, he knows nothing. Seamus is probably absolutely ashamed of what he does with me. What would all his friends and fellow Gryffindors think if he were to confess that he's been shagging me senseless for almost a year now? Probably sick at the sight of him, they would. Or sick at the sight of me.
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Moonlight filters through the trees, illuminating the spot where he will enter the clearing. Summer's almost here, so we've taken to being outside. I made it a point to arrive early tonight. Tonight is not going to happen like every other night happens. Tonight he is going to listen to me talk.
My breath catches in my throat as he comes into view, just a few feet from where I am sitting. He is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen... The moonlight makes his skin look deathly pale, which I think is a nice contrast to the reddish gold of his hair. He's not wearing a robe tonight, he is wearing Muggle clothes: red trousers that look as though they have been applied to his body with a paintbrush, bare feet, and a loose, half-unbuttoned white poet shirt. I- I've never seen him dress like this... He- He's absolutely stunning .
"God... You look..."
"Good?" he helps, smiling. Damn that smile. That smile could melt the polar ice caps, it is so sodding hot .
"No, great, radiant, beautiful, stunning... gorgeous ," I breathe. He is actually blushing! "You... I've never seen anything so beautiful in all my life."
The meter of space between his body and mine reduces to half a meter as he drops to sit in front of me. There is definitely a smile on his face, but the look in his eyes betrays mixed emotion. Battle is obviously ensuing in his mind. He clearly doesn't know what to think of what I've just said to him. Perhaps he thinks I'm lying...
"Seamus?" Whisper so low, I'm not sure he heard.
Tears fill his eyes, but the smile on his lips broadens. Just slightly. "Seamus?"
"That is your name, right?" I joke.
He lets out a breath of relieved laughter. "Yeah, that is my name... You've never said it to me before... I honestly wasn't sure if you did know it."
"Oh, love!" I sort of exclaim quietly, moving my hands very consciously to my mouth. I mean, it is rather impolite to gape openmouthed at the guy you're trying to woo.
Now he is grinning as he gently takes hold of my wrists to move them away from my mouth. I've got to be dreaming. For the first time, I've got his tongue in my mouth. For the first time, he is kissing me!.. His lips are so soft and they are literally burning ... His tongue is slow but insistent in searching out mine... Hands are holding my neck... No! He's pulling away.
I mentally shake myself to find myself cradled in his arms. I have to find my voice. "You've never done that to me before." Great. That'll woo him.
He looks at the ground and for a moment I regret what I said. Then again, I wanted to talk tonight, so that's what we're going to do. When he looks up, I see that the tears have actually spilled, leaving glittering trails down his porcelain face. "I guess..." he trails off.
Pulling myself onto his lap, I kiss the tears still on his cheeks. "Please don't cry."
Grasping my face in his hands, he holds me just a hairsbreadth away from his own. "Are you for real?" he whispers breathlessly.
I laugh, "If I'm not, then I don't ever want to wake from this dream."
Taking that as my word, he again captures my mouth in his. I've never been kissed like this before... long.. slow.. deep.. genuine kisses... Tongue playing softly on my lips... Lips pressed against mine.... Tongue dancing in a hopeless ballet with my own.... Drowning.... Simply drowning in him...
Feeling him bury his face in my neck brings me back to Earth. He's clutching me to him almost possessively. It feels nice to be possessed. But only by him. Always only by him. "I love you," I think out loud.
He grins against the skin of my neck, making me shiver all the way down to my toes. The familiar passion rises in me, but that will have to wait. There will be no fevered lust tonight; tonight I want nothing more than just to be with him. "I never thought I would hear you say those words," he says before assaulting my neck with kisses. When he reaches my ear he whispers, in a scandalously seductive manner, "Draco,... I am so insanely in love with you..." he mumbles something into my mouth... It doesn't really matter. I heard the important part.
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So, what do you think? I rather like it, myself. Then again, I'm totally biased as I have finally found my pairing! And OOHHH what a pairing it is! Anyhow, I do plan on continuing this. Should anyone like it. And please, do review. I live for it. Thanks, loves! Cheers!