A/N: none, just have patience while I sort through the ideas in my head and commit some of them to paper.
Thanks to all the lovely people who reviewed last time. Suggestions have been noted and I'm still taking them.
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The dorm was empty when Ron opened the door. *Perfect,* he thought. He flopped down lengthwise on his bed and closed his eyes, blissfully unaware that Seamus would enter the room and destroy his moment of peace in five, four, three, two- "Ro-on," Seamus sang, practically dancing in the room.
"Damn," Ron muttered, eyes still closed. Seamus moved across the room with a grace that was lost on Ron, who couldn't see him yet, but knew by the way that the mattress moved beneath him that Seamus had just thrown himself on the bed.
"Do you mind if I ask you a question?" Seamus asked. Ron opened his eyes.
"If I say 'yes,' will that stop you?" he inquired.
"No," Seamus replied, grinning.
"Well, then yes."
"Wonderful. How well do you know about your best friend?"
"Very well, I'd like to think."
"Do you know everything about him?"
"Everything worth knowing. Why?" Ron asked suspiciously, rolling onto his side.
"Is he gay?" Seamus queried. Ron snorted.
"I don't think he'd go out with you."
"Why not? What's wrong with me?" Seamus demanded.
"You want the abridged list or the long one?"
"Prick," Seamus muttered, rolling on to his stomach.
"I wasn't asking for myself," he said.
"Then who were you asking for?"
"Justin." Ron fell off the bed.
"Finch-Fletchley?" he asked from his position on the floor. He decided that the shock was too much for him to risk standing right now. Seamus looked over the edge of the bed and nodded. "Liar."
"I am not!" Seamus protested.
"Get off it. You don't honestly expect me to believe Justin asked you to ask me if Harry was gay."
"He was quite against the idea," Seamus uttered, picking at the covers on the bed.
"Then why are you asking?"
"Because we're going to set them up."
"We?"
"Me, Dean, Malfoy, and yourself," Seamus answered brightly.
"Malfoy?"
"Yep. He thinks they'd be nauseating."
"Why does he care?"
"I can't be certain, but I think he's formed a friendship with our favorite Hufflepuff."
"You're shitting me."
"I shit you not, my friend. Are you in or out?"
Ron ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. "I don't even know if Harry's gay."
"Has he ever shown a strong interest in girls?"
"No," Ron admitted.
"Well?"
"That doesn't mean anything."
"You sound just like Dean."
"Did it occur to you that Dean might be right?"
"Of course not," Seamus scoffed, sounding offended at the very idea.
"No."
"Please."
"Seamus-"
"Please, Ron," Seamus begged. "I'll do whatever you want. Please?"
"Whatever I want?"
"Name it," Seamus answered without hesitation.
"Leave me alone for an hour so that I can get some sleep," Ron said.
"You'll help?"
"Yeah," Ron sighed. He was caught up in a rib-breaking hug.
"Thankyou,thankyou,thankyou."
"Get off me!" Ron yelled. Seamus released him immediately.
"Sorry," he replied, smiling sheepishly.
"Right, just leave."
"Sure. See you in an hour," Seamus called, jumping off the bed and dashing off to meet his co.-conspirators.
"Can't wait," Ron muttered.
Seamus skidded to a stop in the library. "Ron is in," he panted. Justin groaned. Things just got better and better, didn't they.
"How'd you manage that?" Dean asked. Seamus winked and raked a hand through his hair.
"I dazzled him with my charm and good looks," he replied.
"You mean you annoyed him to death. Nice work, Finnigan," Draco replied dryly. Seamus crossed his arms.
"Don't make me doubt you value to this project, Malfoy."
"I am indispensable to this project," Draco said smoothly with the smallest of smirks on his lips.
"How so?" Seamus inquired.
"Please, if you want to make Potter and Justin an item, you are going to need more than Gryffindor foolhardiness."
"Some would call it bravery, but you wouldn't know anything about that, would you?" Seamus retorted.
"Seamus," Justin called. Seamus turned. "It's bad enough you're making my life miserable, but can we at least refrain from calling each other names?"
"You're right, Justin," Draco said, smiling. Seamus shot him a questioning look.
"Yeah, okay," he sighed.
"You know," Justin began," we really don't need to do this. We could just forget about it and..."
"Miss the chance to embarrass you horribly?" Seamus filled in.
"That's what I was going for, yes," Justin said, feeling his hopes sink as Seamus grin grew wider.
"Now why on earth would we want to pass up an opportunity like that?" Draco inquired. "You're so cute when you're embarrassed." Justin turned pink.
"What are you talking about? Look at this face," Dean said, placing an arm around Justin's shoulders. "He's always cute."
"Especially when failing transfiguration," Seamus added.
"I'm not failing!" Justin protested.
"I've got an idea!" Seamus exclaimed.
"Uh-oh," Draco, Justin, and Dean said simultaneously.
"Just hear me out," Seamus requested. Justin sighed. There was no way this could end well.
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Sorry it took so long, but bewtween my website and all my other fics and geting ready for school, I got sidetracked. Rest assured, I am working on all the other fics.
Luv always,
J. Silver
Thanks to all the lovely people who reviewed last time. Suggestions have been noted and I'm still taking them.
***
The dorm was empty when Ron opened the door. *Perfect,* he thought. He flopped down lengthwise on his bed and closed his eyes, blissfully unaware that Seamus would enter the room and destroy his moment of peace in five, four, three, two- "Ro-on," Seamus sang, practically dancing in the room.
"Damn," Ron muttered, eyes still closed. Seamus moved across the room with a grace that was lost on Ron, who couldn't see him yet, but knew by the way that the mattress moved beneath him that Seamus had just thrown himself on the bed.
"Do you mind if I ask you a question?" Seamus asked. Ron opened his eyes.
"If I say 'yes,' will that stop you?" he inquired.
"No," Seamus replied, grinning.
"Well, then yes."
"Wonderful. How well do you know about your best friend?"
"Very well, I'd like to think."
"Do you know everything about him?"
"Everything worth knowing. Why?" Ron asked suspiciously, rolling onto his side.
"Is he gay?" Seamus queried. Ron snorted.
"I don't think he'd go out with you."
"Why not? What's wrong with me?" Seamus demanded.
"You want the abridged list or the long one?"
"Prick," Seamus muttered, rolling on to his stomach.
"I wasn't asking for myself," he said.
"Then who were you asking for?"
"Justin." Ron fell off the bed.
"Finch-Fletchley?" he asked from his position on the floor. He decided that the shock was too much for him to risk standing right now. Seamus looked over the edge of the bed and nodded. "Liar."
"I am not!" Seamus protested.
"Get off it. You don't honestly expect me to believe Justin asked you to ask me if Harry was gay."
"He was quite against the idea," Seamus uttered, picking at the covers on the bed.
"Then why are you asking?"
"Because we're going to set them up."
"We?"
"Me, Dean, Malfoy, and yourself," Seamus answered brightly.
"Malfoy?"
"Yep. He thinks they'd be nauseating."
"Why does he care?"
"I can't be certain, but I think he's formed a friendship with our favorite Hufflepuff."
"You're shitting me."
"I shit you not, my friend. Are you in or out?"
Ron ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. "I don't even know if Harry's gay."
"Has he ever shown a strong interest in girls?"
"No," Ron admitted.
"Well?"
"That doesn't mean anything."
"You sound just like Dean."
"Did it occur to you that Dean might be right?"
"Of course not," Seamus scoffed, sounding offended at the very idea.
"No."
"Please."
"Seamus-"
"Please, Ron," Seamus begged. "I'll do whatever you want. Please?"
"Whatever I want?"
"Name it," Seamus answered without hesitation.
"Leave me alone for an hour so that I can get some sleep," Ron said.
"You'll help?"
"Yeah," Ron sighed. He was caught up in a rib-breaking hug.
"Thankyou,thankyou,thankyou."
"Get off me!" Ron yelled. Seamus released him immediately.
"Sorry," he replied, smiling sheepishly.
"Right, just leave."
"Sure. See you in an hour," Seamus called, jumping off the bed and dashing off to meet his co.-conspirators.
"Can't wait," Ron muttered.
Seamus skidded to a stop in the library. "Ron is in," he panted. Justin groaned. Things just got better and better, didn't they.
"How'd you manage that?" Dean asked. Seamus winked and raked a hand through his hair.
"I dazzled him with my charm and good looks," he replied.
"You mean you annoyed him to death. Nice work, Finnigan," Draco replied dryly. Seamus crossed his arms.
"Don't make me doubt you value to this project, Malfoy."
"I am indispensable to this project," Draco said smoothly with the smallest of smirks on his lips.
"How so?" Seamus inquired.
"Please, if you want to make Potter and Justin an item, you are going to need more than Gryffindor foolhardiness."
"Some would call it bravery, but you wouldn't know anything about that, would you?" Seamus retorted.
"Seamus," Justin called. Seamus turned. "It's bad enough you're making my life miserable, but can we at least refrain from calling each other names?"
"You're right, Justin," Draco said, smiling. Seamus shot him a questioning look.
"Yeah, okay," he sighed.
"You know," Justin began," we really don't need to do this. We could just forget about it and..."
"Miss the chance to embarrass you horribly?" Seamus filled in.
"That's what I was going for, yes," Justin said, feeling his hopes sink as Seamus grin grew wider.
"Now why on earth would we want to pass up an opportunity like that?" Draco inquired. "You're so cute when you're embarrassed." Justin turned pink.
"What are you talking about? Look at this face," Dean said, placing an arm around Justin's shoulders. "He's always cute."
"Especially when failing transfiguration," Seamus added.
"I'm not failing!" Justin protested.
"I've got an idea!" Seamus exclaimed.
"Uh-oh," Draco, Justin, and Dean said simultaneously.
"Just hear me out," Seamus requested. Justin sighed. There was no way this could end well.
***
Sorry it took so long, but bewtween my website and all my other fics and geting ready for school, I got sidetracked. Rest assured, I am working on all the other fics.
Luv always,
J. Silver