Title: Temptation in the Form of a Finnigan
Author: RainShadow
Rating: PG-13
Part: 2/10
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A/N: For those of you waiting for 'My Fire, My Love' --- deal with it. When I am feeling yucky I write humor. Blah. Oh and yes the chapters are unusally short for me--- deal with that, too :)
2 Months Later
Hermione knew. And she was perfectly fine with it. Harry hadn't been worried about that. Hermione was very intelligent... smart enough to know that what sex a person was attracted to didn't matter in the slightest. Harry had honestly been worried about Ron---but he had been surprisingly tolerant about the whole thing. He even asked some questions about what type of male Harry was attracted to... genuinely curios. He wanted his best friend to feel comfortable discussing crushes. Harry was eternally grateful. He suspected that Ron's open-mindedness stemmed largely from the fact that Harry was no longer competition for Hermione. But still, he appreciated it.
It was late October, and the weather was getting chillier. Ron and Harry often retired to their dorm room to talk instead of the common room because Harry didn't feel comfortable discussing certain things with lots of other people around. They had been talking for a while, unaware that they were not alone. Seamus Finnigan had been sketching in his bed, the curtains drawn for privacy. He had fallen asleep, and when his roommates had entered he had awakened and stayed very still, his cheek on the page of his sketchbook. He listened intently, his smile widening as the conversation progressed.
"...and then she bent over and picked it up and said in this adorable voice-God she is so hot!- 'Don't forget this.' Isn't that great?! Do you think she likes me?" Ron questioned hopefully. Harry rolled his eyes.
"How many times do I have to tell you- Hermione. Wants. You. Badly. It's completely obvious."
"Really?" bouncing sounds could be heard as Ron danced around. And then stopped. "But what about... Krum?" his voice was flat and deflated now.
"Honestly, Ron, she hasn't talked to him in three months." Harry blew out an exasperated sigh. "Go for it, already!" Silence for a while, then...
"So..." Harry half-smiled and knew Ron was trying to get him to talk about guys. He wanted Harry to be as open as he was when it came to relationships.
"Draco Malfoy is hot." he said abruptly, just to see Ron's reaction. Harry burst out laughing at his best friend's expression. It was one of horror. "-but not my type." he finished, chortling madly. Ron stared up at the ceiling and muttered something .
Harry grinned. "Seriously though.... Justin Finch-Fletchley is kinda cute."
"You're joking! He's a Hufflepuff! And so..."
"Geeky? Yeah, I know." Harry laughed. "But he's terribly cute."
Behind his curtains, Seamus could contain himself no longer. He rolled off his bed and onto the floor, then picked himself up and hurled himself at Harry. Harry and Ron were already shocked beyond words, but then to add to their stupification, the energetic Irish youth said to Harry in what was admittedly a very sexy brogue,
"Ah, you just made me day, Mr. Potter." and planted a heated kiss on our hero's lips.
"What-how-you-" Ron stuttered as Seamus leaped off the bed and breezed out the door. Harry was still speechless.
"Never very eloquent, were you, Ronniekins? I'm off to tell a certain "hot" Hermione about a freckled 6th year she knows." He winked mischeviously. "And, Harry," the raven-haired teen looked up, "I'll be back later." he promised. Harry shuddered, suddenly very afraid. He turned to Ron.
"Oh dear God." was all that he said.
"We are *so* fucked." Ron moaned, and collapsed backward onto his bed.
