Title: Temptation in the Form of a Finnigan
Author: RainShadow
Rating: PG-13
Part: 7/10
A/N: It's coming along. If it's shorter than my normal fics, sorry. This wasn't supposed to be long. Or a lot of work. It's just a fun little ficlet... I wrote the first part of this a while ago, I wish I had taken my own advice!!! oh well, live and learn!
The Following Wednesday: Morning
Harry arose blearily from his bed and stumbled to the bathroom. He had been too tired to take his shower the night before and so was getting up early now. He stepped halfway into a shower stall and turned the water on. Then he stripped completely and tested the water with his hand. Convinced it was the right temperature, he stepped in. Poor Harry had left his glasses on his bedside table, but he still knew who the blurry figure in front of him was. Harry nearly screamed with frustration.
"OUT! GET OUT!!" The sandy-colored blur cocked its head to one side and came closer. Harry could now plainly see the grin on his stalker's face. "How many times do I have to tell you, Seamus? I WILL NOT HAVE SEX WITH YOU!"
"Why not?" he asked, sticking out his bottom lip in a sexy pout.
Harry's eyes widened slightly. This had gone far enough. "Because, because you just want me-my body me-not me, all of me!" Harry realized he had actually expressed more than he wanted to, but he plunged on anyway. "You don't even care about the emotion that goes into that kind of union, all you want is the physical pleasure!"
Seamus' brow wrinkled. "So?"
"So.... I just can't do that. I can't give myself completely without reciprocation." he finished softly, sadly. The water was still running. Harry shut it off and reached for a towel, which Seamus handed to him absently. Through lowered lashes, Harry watched the Irish teen. For once, Seamus seemed to be thinking about what he had said. Then he announced,
"I'm not giving up!", and pranced off to their dormitory. Harry growled in desperation and nearly broke into tears. Stupid Seamus! I wish that.... maybe I should take what I can get-NO. That would be too painful, he doesn't love me! Get on with your life! he silently ordered himself. Dejected but proud he walked back to his room and began dressing for the day.
Ron, like the good friend he was, noticed Harry's despair and rounded on Seamus.
"Why don't you just leave Harry alone?!" he yelled. Seamus looked rather taken aback.
"Ron-" Harry began in a strained voice, but the redhead interrupted him.
"No, Harry!" I won't let this stupid git make you miserable! If you bother him again, I personally will see to it that you visit Madam Pomfrey for a *very* long time!"
"Me, too." stated Dean loudly, glaring balefully at his friend. Seamus flinched and answered rather deflatedly,
"Okay." Ron smiled, satisfied, Dean nodded approvingly, and Harry brightened considerably. Only Neville, who was peering sleepily out of his curtains, still looked worried.
Still Wednesday: Afternoon
A quiet voice assailed Seamus from beside him. "Can I talk to you?" Seamus waved a hand, willing the owner of the soft voice to come out of the bushes. The teen sat outside, his back resting against a tree, staring at the lake. Neville climbed awkwardly out of the brush and sat next to Seamus. "You want Harry." A statement.
"Aye." he shielded his eyes from the sun and looked at the round-faced boy sitting next to him.
"Why?"
That surprised Seamus. He thought about it. "Because he's gorgeous."
"Not because he's famous?" A harmless question.
"No... of course not. That would be rather daft." Neville rocked back on his heels. Good, then it's how I thought it was.
"You want him because you like him and you've always liked him and when you found out he was attainable you went after him." Seamus stared at his dormmate in amazement.
"How the bloody hell did you figure that out?" Neville smiled mysteriously.
"I watch people." he said. "I usually know what they're thinking. That's why I wasn't surprised that Harry is gay. I've seen him looking... at you." he said clearly.
"At me?" Seamus squeaked. "Are you sure??" A big grin appeared on his face. Harry liked him? This was wonderful! This was fantastic! This was possibly the best news he had heard in his life!
Neville saw Seamus' exuberance and continued hurriedly, "But I don't think he'll... make love with you." he finished delicately. Seamus' face fell as the world plunged to the icy depths of hell. (Or Antarctica, they were one and the same to Seamus.)
"You don't? Why not?!" he said petulantly.
"Harry needs love and affection, not just physical pleasure." Neville said gently. And so do you. The real reason you want Harry is because *he* can give *you* the love and affection *you* need. "You've been going about this the wrong way. Harry needs to know that you *care*, that you pay attention to the little stuff, you know? It can't just be a one-night stand for him, there has to be emotion. Otherwise he'll hate you afterwards. And you *definitely* don't want that." Neville concluded logically. Seamus nodded.
"Pay attention to the little stuff, love and affection, got it." he mumbled. Neville smiled.
"Good luck." he said as Seamus stood up. The fair-haired teen beamed at his friend.
"Thanks, Neville!" he called back as he bounded off in search of "the little stuff" and a book on "love and affection". Maybe they'd have one at the library...
