The Next Day

Title: Tempatation in the Form of a Finnigan

Author: RainShadow

Rating: PG-13

Part: 6/10

A/N: Ummm... wow. I can't believe all the reviews I've gotten, I honestly didn't expect this much. Thank you! All of you! You wouldn't believe how much your reviews and chocolate brighten my dismal world! Keep reviewing!

The Next Day

Dean got out of bed that morning and snickered at Seamus. Harry poked his head out into the room and found that everyone was staring at him.

"Yes. I'm gay. Get used to it." he said crossly.

"That's not it." said Neville thoughtfully. "We've suspected that for a while. We're just amazed that you've been able to hold out from Seamus this long." His roommates were looking at him in awe.

"That must be harder than defeating You-Know-Who." Dean gazed at him reverently.

Harry blushed and shrugged. "It's certainly been a challenge, I'll tell you that much!" he smiled good-naturedly, but all that were present couldn't help but see the troubled look in his eyes.

"Cheer up, Harry." Ron said. "I heard from the house elves that we're having chocolate chocolate chip ice cream for dessert tonight." His friend visibly brightened.

"Really? All right!" he exclaimed. Seamus made a mental note to himself, which certainly wasn't saying much... Ask Ron about chocolate ice cream... yum... rainbow sprinkles.... cherries... hot fudge... cat food... By the time Seamus had thought this through, he had forgotten all about chocolate and was thinking of his favorite dried cat food sundae. He had to run to catch up with the other guys as they went downstairs to breakfast.

The Following Saturday

Exuberant cheers could be heard outside on the Quidditch pitch. Everyone was still amazed at Gryffindor's spectacular win against Slytherin. The noise level was much the same in the locker room. Harry's teammates surrounded him and patted him on the back, talking animatedly about the game. Finally everyone turned and hurriedly got dressed; they didn't want to miss the party in their honor. Harry took it quite a bit slower, as he was still tired from the game. He stepped out of his sweaty, muddy Quidditch robes and turned to get his towel, which Seamus held out for him... Seamus!

"Seamus!" Harry cried. "What're you doing-"

The Irish lad rolled his eyes. "I would have thought that was obvious after all this time." He pressed up against Harry, forcing the teen against his locker. "C'mon Harry." he purred as he caressed Harry's tan chest. Harry arched into his petting, completely against his will. He let out a small groan as his panicking brain tried to form coherent thoughts. All he had to do was remember... remember *why* Seamus wanted this...

"Stop." he ground out, shoving Seamus away. For once the sandy-haired youth didn't persist. He simply stared, puzzled, at Harry, then walked away. Harry banged his head against the locker repeatedly. He didn't know how long he would be able to keep this up. Hopefully this would be the end, but somehow, Harry really doubted it.