A/N: The story plan has been revised. This isn't the last chapter. There
will be at least two more chapters…and there was much rejoicing I'm sure.
^_^
Thank you Rubicon (for all your kind words), Eccentricity is Me (My muse does not shut up. It's easy to pick a semi-good idea out of 30.), Nuriko No Tenshi, VenusPrincess, Whoohoo, Redhawk, Sion, Scratches (One of these days I'll get around to reading some of your work. I promise.), jily-anne, Annclaire, rhinestone, HermioneHeidi, Mystica (Ron/Draco? I'll set my muse on it…), twilights death, Silverfox, Foxglove, Rehanna, shawn and whitebearwrites.
Special thanks and hugs to my friend Dylan (pen name Kenku). This chapter didn't exist two days ago, but Dylan kept harassing me and here it is!!
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The Gryffindor dorms were red, Draco noted. It wasn't completely unexpected, but, then again, the color of the Gryffindor dorms had never concerned Draco seeing as he had never planned on sleeping with a member of that house. But the list of things he'd never do was quickly diminishing. Seamus grinned, perfectly aware that this was one of the last places Draco Malfoy expected to find himself. "Don't look so surprised, love," he whispered. "I always knew you'd end up here."
"So modest, aren't we, Finnigan?" Draco teased.
"Don't tell me that you don't appreciate someone as forward as yourself," Seamus said, pulling Draco to him.
"Right now, I quite appreciate it," Draco answered, shivers moving through his body where Seamus pressed against him.
"How'd you do it?"
"Do what?"
"Get Justin and Harry together."
"Potter has a huge Superman complex. It's forced upon him, but he fits it so perfectly. Where innocents suffer, Potter will be there. Justin's as innocent as they come."
"Now, why did you do it?"
"Why?"
"Why did you let him punch you? Don't tell me 'because it was part of the plan'. That Malfoy pride is very hard to soothe."
"Something's hard, but I'm almost certain it's not my pride."
"Maybe it's my pride then." Seamus smirked. It was very becoming on him.
"Oh yes, that's definitely your pride."
"H'm. Maybe I'm just very glad to see you," Seamus murmured. "But why?"
"I woke up thinking that there wasn't enough pain in my life, but a fist to the stomach would be a beautiful start."
"You have a weird sense of humor, you know that?"
"You have a weird sense of fashion, but I don't complain, do I?"
"Constantly, about everything."
"And right now I'm complaining that you dragged me up here to criticize me while you are pressed dangerously close to me."
"Dangerously?" Seamus's eyes twinkled. "How dangerous are you, Mr. Malfoy?" he asked, lips brushing against Draco's.
"Very dangerous," the Slytherin replied.
Seamus smiled and kissed him. //Oh. He's good at this…// "Had a lot of practice, Finnigan?" Draco asked teasingly. Seamus took off his shirt.
"If we're going to fuck, do me a favor," he said.
"Such language," Draco chuckled.
"Call me by my first name."
"Seamus." The name sounded strange on Draco's tongue. He let his fingers trace a path down Seamus's lean torso.
"Yes, you could say that I've had a lot of practice. That bother you?"
"Why would I be bothered by a partner who knows what they're doing?"
"Why indeed?" Seamus inquired, arching a sandy brow.
Suddenly Draco felt anxious under Seamus's scrutiny. "You're shaking," observed the Gryffindor.
"It happens."
"When one is nervous. Are you a virgin, Draco Malfoy?" Draco laughed.
"No."
"Are you unwilling?" Seamus asked, moving his hands along Draco's sides. Draco looked down.
"I hardly think unwillingness is a problem."
"Then what is?"
"What makes you think there's a problem?"
"You haven't jumped me yet." The corners of Draco's mouth curved upward.
"You have a talent for stating the obvious, Seamus."
"My experience is a problem, isn't it?" the Irish blonde asked quietly.
"Yes, Seamus! I'm not going to have sex with you because it might be an intensely pleasurable experience!" Draco exclaimed, exasperated with all this questioning.
"No. You're not going to have sex with me because my experience will make it difficult for you to pretend I'm Justin."
Draco stared, open-mouthed, unable to say anything in response to such an extraordinary statement. He was about to protest, but Seamus placed a finger to his lips. "Don't try to make excuses for yourself. I may be a bit…energetic and headstrong, but I know people. And I know that you didn't know this."
"But why would I-How?"
"Justin is very likable and you've made no real effort to conceal your feelings. If he wasn't so modest and you weren't quite so stubbornly proud, maybe you would've realized your feelings sooner."
It made sense. It made perfect sense. Him- helping others? Draco had never committed a selfless act in his entire life, save for his decision to set up Justin and he only did that because it would've made Justin so happy. And Draco would do almost anything to make Justin happy. That by itself was a great realization. People were only that stupid when they were in love. Draco's face blanched.
"So you had to tell me this, when I just secured Justin and Potter as an item? Bloody fucking hell, Seamus! You couldn't tell me this three hours ago?"
"I wasn't sure until three minutes ago! I'm a Gryffindor, but I'm not fucking stupid. I'm not going to pass up a chance with you over the idea that a shred of feelings could possibly exist."
"You have some Slytherin in you yet," Draco laughed, shaking his head at the sheer lunacy of it all.
"I'll take that as a compliment."
"You would."
They stood smiling at each other for what seemed like ages. "Well, Draco, you dumb git! What are you doing here? You've got bad poetry to write and endless declarations of love to make!" Seamus cried, pushing the Slytherin out of the dorm. Draco paused.
"Seamus?"
"Yes, love?"
"If you're wrong, I'm coming after you with a very big stick." Seamus grinned.
"I'm counting on it," he murmured huskily. Draco blushed and left hastily.
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So…this story isn't over yet and things can still be changed! I need feedback, m'dears! Review!
Love,
J. Silver
Thank you Rubicon (for all your kind words), Eccentricity is Me (My muse does not shut up. It's easy to pick a semi-good idea out of 30.), Nuriko No Tenshi, VenusPrincess, Whoohoo, Redhawk, Sion, Scratches (One of these days I'll get around to reading some of your work. I promise.), jily-anne, Annclaire, rhinestone, HermioneHeidi, Mystica (Ron/Draco? I'll set my muse on it…), twilights death, Silverfox, Foxglove, Rehanna, shawn and whitebearwrites.
Special thanks and hugs to my friend Dylan (pen name Kenku). This chapter didn't exist two days ago, but Dylan kept harassing me and here it is!!
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The Gryffindor dorms were red, Draco noted. It wasn't completely unexpected, but, then again, the color of the Gryffindor dorms had never concerned Draco seeing as he had never planned on sleeping with a member of that house. But the list of things he'd never do was quickly diminishing. Seamus grinned, perfectly aware that this was one of the last places Draco Malfoy expected to find himself. "Don't look so surprised, love," he whispered. "I always knew you'd end up here."
"So modest, aren't we, Finnigan?" Draco teased.
"Don't tell me that you don't appreciate someone as forward as yourself," Seamus said, pulling Draco to him.
"Right now, I quite appreciate it," Draco answered, shivers moving through his body where Seamus pressed against him.
"How'd you do it?"
"Do what?"
"Get Justin and Harry together."
"Potter has a huge Superman complex. It's forced upon him, but he fits it so perfectly. Where innocents suffer, Potter will be there. Justin's as innocent as they come."
"Now, why did you do it?"
"Why?"
"Why did you let him punch you? Don't tell me 'because it was part of the plan'. That Malfoy pride is very hard to soothe."
"Something's hard, but I'm almost certain it's not my pride."
"Maybe it's my pride then." Seamus smirked. It was very becoming on him.
"Oh yes, that's definitely your pride."
"H'm. Maybe I'm just very glad to see you," Seamus murmured. "But why?"
"I woke up thinking that there wasn't enough pain in my life, but a fist to the stomach would be a beautiful start."
"You have a weird sense of humor, you know that?"
"You have a weird sense of fashion, but I don't complain, do I?"
"Constantly, about everything."
"And right now I'm complaining that you dragged me up here to criticize me while you are pressed dangerously close to me."
"Dangerously?" Seamus's eyes twinkled. "How dangerous are you, Mr. Malfoy?" he asked, lips brushing against Draco's.
"Very dangerous," the Slytherin replied.
Seamus smiled and kissed him. //Oh. He's good at this…// "Had a lot of practice, Finnigan?" Draco asked teasingly. Seamus took off his shirt.
"If we're going to fuck, do me a favor," he said.
"Such language," Draco chuckled.
"Call me by my first name."
"Seamus." The name sounded strange on Draco's tongue. He let his fingers trace a path down Seamus's lean torso.
"Yes, you could say that I've had a lot of practice. That bother you?"
"Why would I be bothered by a partner who knows what they're doing?"
"Why indeed?" Seamus inquired, arching a sandy brow.
Suddenly Draco felt anxious under Seamus's scrutiny. "You're shaking," observed the Gryffindor.
"It happens."
"When one is nervous. Are you a virgin, Draco Malfoy?" Draco laughed.
"No."
"Are you unwilling?" Seamus asked, moving his hands along Draco's sides. Draco looked down.
"I hardly think unwillingness is a problem."
"Then what is?"
"What makes you think there's a problem?"
"You haven't jumped me yet." The corners of Draco's mouth curved upward.
"You have a talent for stating the obvious, Seamus."
"My experience is a problem, isn't it?" the Irish blonde asked quietly.
"Yes, Seamus! I'm not going to have sex with you because it might be an intensely pleasurable experience!" Draco exclaimed, exasperated with all this questioning.
"No. You're not going to have sex with me because my experience will make it difficult for you to pretend I'm Justin."
Draco stared, open-mouthed, unable to say anything in response to such an extraordinary statement. He was about to protest, but Seamus placed a finger to his lips. "Don't try to make excuses for yourself. I may be a bit…energetic and headstrong, but I know people. And I know that you didn't know this."
"But why would I-How?"
"Justin is very likable and you've made no real effort to conceal your feelings. If he wasn't so modest and you weren't quite so stubbornly proud, maybe you would've realized your feelings sooner."
It made sense. It made perfect sense. Him- helping others? Draco had never committed a selfless act in his entire life, save for his decision to set up Justin and he only did that because it would've made Justin so happy. And Draco would do almost anything to make Justin happy. That by itself was a great realization. People were only that stupid when they were in love. Draco's face blanched.
"So you had to tell me this, when I just secured Justin and Potter as an item? Bloody fucking hell, Seamus! You couldn't tell me this three hours ago?"
"I wasn't sure until three minutes ago! I'm a Gryffindor, but I'm not fucking stupid. I'm not going to pass up a chance with you over the idea that a shred of feelings could possibly exist."
"You have some Slytherin in you yet," Draco laughed, shaking his head at the sheer lunacy of it all.
"I'll take that as a compliment."
"You would."
They stood smiling at each other for what seemed like ages. "Well, Draco, you dumb git! What are you doing here? You've got bad poetry to write and endless declarations of love to make!" Seamus cried, pushing the Slytherin out of the dorm. Draco paused.
"Seamus?"
"Yes, love?"
"If you're wrong, I'm coming after you with a very big stick." Seamus grinned.
"I'm counting on it," he murmured huskily. Draco blushed and left hastily.
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So…this story isn't over yet and things can still be changed! I need feedback, m'dears! Review!
Love,
J. Silver