Title: Temptation in the Form of a Finnigan
Author: RainShadow
Rating: PG-13
Part: 4/10
A/N: God I love Seamus! And wait til Part 9! hee hee hee
Upstairs
The fair-haired boy slid quietly into the darkened dorm room. The curtains to every bed were closed. Seamus didn't even bother going to Harry's bed; he knew where his prey was. He strode over to Ron's bunk and threw the curtains aside, revealing a shocked Harry Potter. The dark-haired boy jumped and then reached a shaky hand up to adjust his glasses.
"Wha- what do you want, Seamus?" his voice was as shaky as his hand had been. Seamus slid onto Ron's bed, and Harry scrambled backward. Running a hand threw his sandy hair, he advanced closer to Harry.
"I think you know." Harry shook his head quickly feigning confusion.
"Honestly, Seamus... I don't know what you're talking about!" The lanky Seeker was now pressed up against the footboard, huddled into a tiny ball. Seamus surrounded his roommate, his arms and legs imprisoning Harry. He leaned forward and pressed a short kiss on Harry's lips. He pulled back quickly and studied the dark-haired teen, then kissed him again. And again. Slowly but surely, Harry began to respond. The kisses grew more heated as Harry slowly uncurled beneath him. Seamus grinned against Harry's mouth and fiddled with the clasp of the teen's robes. With a gasp (snapping back to reality), Harry pulled away and scrambled off the bed. His chest was heaving up and down and his lips were swollen and bruised, and he looked frightened. Seamus followed him and stood before him.
"Aw... C'mon Harry!"
Trying to catch his breath, the raven-haired boy simply shook his head.
"Pleeeease?" Seamus wheedled, fluttering his long lashes demurely.
"No!" Harry said vehemently.
"Why not?" Seamus pouted.
"Because... just because!" Seamus stepped in closer to Harry, who did not back away. His breath was hot on Harry's cheek.
"I could tell the whole school about what you said about Justin Finch-Fletchley-" he suggested silkily. Harry's eyes widened.
"No! Don't Seamus! Please." he implored. The Irish youth stepped back.
"I wouldn't. I'm not that kind of person." Relief and gratitude shone from the poor boy's eyes. "So... will you sleep with me?"
"NO!" Harry yelled.
"Just one night- you'll love it I promise!"
"NO SEAMUS!"
The shorter teen shrugged. "Have it your way. But I'm not giving up on this." Harry's only response was a groan. The reason he had been so terrified... the reason it was so hard to say no... The reason he *knew* his life would be hell now was because-
"I always get what I want." Seamus bounded out of the room and Harry sank to his knees in despair. What am I going to *do*?!
