A/N: Another…interesting addition to our little tale.
Thank you Twilights Death, Foxglove, Kate, Scratches, MiniMe, Fluer Rochard, Rehanna, Mystica, whitebearwrites, HpMystery, Silverfox and CatC10.
Special thanks to Rubicon, the official fairy godmother of this fic, and Dylan, who would have a fit if I even insinuated there was anything fairy- like about him.
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Seamus's smile lasted until he flopped down on his bed and was reminded of his own desires. "Damn," he muttered, sitting up. He took a deep breath. "Okay. Let's see…" Millicent Bulstrode in a bikini. Ugh! That was horrid. Pansy Parkinson on any given day. Seamus shuddered. Dumbledore in- Oh no. Best not to go there. Snape in a tutu. Well…that worked wonders. Seamus giggled. A frilly, floppy, pink tutu with a sparkling tiara. Snape wearing said tutu and tiara while teaching Potions. "My Pretty Ballerina Barbie" Snape yelling at Harry for getting his "oohs" and "ahs" reversed. More giggling on the part of Seamus. And Harry would have that intense look of confusion on his face that made Seamus want to snog him into new levels of comprehension.
The Irish boy shook his head. No way in hell. Ron was right for once. Harrry wouldn't go out with him. Seamus knew it. He had known it for quite some time. He was too bouncy, too energetic, and too wild for Harry. Harry needed someone more subdued. Someone like Justin. Justin and Harry would've been cute, but Draco…Draco and Harry would've been…a bloody mess. They'd just as soon kill each other as shag each other. Ron? Seamus laughed. Definitely not. They made rulers that were more curved than Ron. Dean and Harry? Come to think of it, what the blazes was Dean's sexuality? Seamus couldn't remember if he was gay, straight, or neutered. "Oh well," the blonde yawned. Completely knackered by the sheer amount of effort required to relinquish Draco to Justin, Seamus soon dozed off.
//Wow. Wood grain is actually quite fascinating,// Harry thought. He had been studying the door to his dorm for the past five minutes, wondering how on earth he was going to get up the nerve to tell Seamus how he felt. //If you tilt your head at about a right angle, this knot looks like Queen Victoria. //Seamus had liked him once…during their first year. Of course, Harry didn't find this out until 5th year. Harry assumed by that time the ship named H.M.S The Anorexicly Thin and Only Chance Harry Ever Had With Seamus had long since sailed.
He went over the upcoming confrontation again in his mind. "Hello, Seamus. Did I ever tell you how beautiful you are?" Ack! That was so cheesy, it could be considered a French delicacy. "Hi, Seamus. Want to play a game?" He did not just think that! That one was definitely out of the question. It sounded like the beginning of some cheap porno movie. How bad could it be? He had faced Voldemort three times in his life, and here he was, ready to turn tail and run at the possibility (Make that "certainty") that Seamus Finnigan would reject him.
Taking a deep breath, Harry opened the door to find Seamus sleeping peacefully. //How anticlimactic.// Harry walked over to Seamus's bed and looked in on the cause of his distress. Seamus looked like a sullied angel, his sandy hair disheveled, glitter resting on his cheeks, and eyeliner smudged. Harry touched his face gently. Seamus stirred slightly, moving into Harry's caress. Harry sighed. Tomorrow was another day. He turned to leave, but a soft moan caught his attention.
Seamus was awake and smiling at him. The blond stretched luxuriously. "'Lo, love. Been there long?"
"Long enough," Harry replied.
"Like what you see?"
"Immensely," Harry said, surprised at how confident he sounded. Seamus graced him with another smile.
"How did it go with Justin?" Harry sat down.
"He's in love with Malfoy."
"Fantastic!" Seamus squealed.
"One: Ouch! That was my ear. Two: Why?"
"One: Sorry. Two: Draco loves Justin. Though I should be rather sad because that means that Draco won't be coming after me with a big stick." Seamus pouted. Then his eyes lit up and he bounced off the bed. "I have to tell him!" Harry grabbed Seamus's arm.
"Hold on a moment." The Irish boy looked affronted.
"Hold on! Harry, this is huge! How can you possibly expect me to 'hold on'?" They looked at each other for a moment. "Omigod, that sounded really wrong, didn't it?"
Harry burst into laughter.
"You could say that." Seamus giggled.
"I have a talent for that it seems."
"What else do you have a talent for?" Harry asked, voice low. Seamus raised his eyebrows in mild surprise.
"Harry James Potter, are you coming on to me?"
"Coming on to you?" Harry echoed, wrinkling his nose. "Wouldn't that make a horrible mess?" Seamus gasped and smacked him lightly.
"You awful, naughty boy," he said, affecting a voice Dean called 'Shocked Victorian Mum'. "How dare you think such things! Let me go! I've got to tell Draco the good news!"
"No."
"No? No one has ever told me 'no'!"
"It's hard to say 'no' when you're unconscious." Seamus worked furiously to remove Harry's fingers from his arm.
"Trust me to keep falling for the arseholes," he muttered. He gave up, frustrated. "Let me go. Please." Harry was looking at the fey boy in undisguised awe and amazement.
"What did you say?"
"I said, ' Let me go. Please.'"
"No, before that."
" I said, 'trust me to keep falling for the arseholes.'" Harry's grasp loosened on Seamus's arm.
"Hah! Sucker!" Seamus bolted for the door. Harry tackled him immediately, recovering from his shock with lightening-fast reflexes.
"You'd have to stick around to find out," Harry teased. He stood up and threw the struggling blonde onto his bed.
Seamus sighed. Of course he had to get what he wanted just when he least wanted it.
"Harry, while this is all well and good. Can you just wait for five minutes? Please? In five minutes, I will be back and ready for whatever it is you had in mind. Please?" Seamus's protests were cut short by a tiny click. He didn't have to look up to know what had just happened or that he wouldn't be going anywhere for a while.
"Justin will tell Draco the news himself. You and I need to talk."
"Talk! You have me handcuffed to your bed and you're wearing skintight pants, just so we can talk?" Seamus whimpered. "That is so incredibly unfair."
"Patience," Harry chided. More whimpering from the captive. "Did you mean what you said?"
"Which part?"
"The part about falling for me?"
"You're so bloody cute when you're uncertain," Seamus replied. Harry looked utterly confused. Seamus hooked one leg around Harry, pulled the dark- haired boy down on top of him and kissed him almost lazily. When the kiss was finished, it certainly looked like Harry had reached those new levels of comprehension. It felt like it too.
"Unlock the handcuffs, Harry. I'm not going anywhere just yet." Harry scrambled to comply.
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One more chapter to go…I think! Review, darlings!
Love,
J. Silver
Thank you Twilights Death, Foxglove, Kate, Scratches, MiniMe, Fluer Rochard, Rehanna, Mystica, whitebearwrites, HpMystery, Silverfox and CatC10.
Special thanks to Rubicon, the official fairy godmother of this fic, and Dylan, who would have a fit if I even insinuated there was anything fairy- like about him.
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Seamus's smile lasted until he flopped down on his bed and was reminded of his own desires. "Damn," he muttered, sitting up. He took a deep breath. "Okay. Let's see…" Millicent Bulstrode in a bikini. Ugh! That was horrid. Pansy Parkinson on any given day. Seamus shuddered. Dumbledore in- Oh no. Best not to go there. Snape in a tutu. Well…that worked wonders. Seamus giggled. A frilly, floppy, pink tutu with a sparkling tiara. Snape wearing said tutu and tiara while teaching Potions. "My Pretty Ballerina Barbie" Snape yelling at Harry for getting his "oohs" and "ahs" reversed. More giggling on the part of Seamus. And Harry would have that intense look of confusion on his face that made Seamus want to snog him into new levels of comprehension.
The Irish boy shook his head. No way in hell. Ron was right for once. Harrry wouldn't go out with him. Seamus knew it. He had known it for quite some time. He was too bouncy, too energetic, and too wild for Harry. Harry needed someone more subdued. Someone like Justin. Justin and Harry would've been cute, but Draco…Draco and Harry would've been…a bloody mess. They'd just as soon kill each other as shag each other. Ron? Seamus laughed. Definitely not. They made rulers that were more curved than Ron. Dean and Harry? Come to think of it, what the blazes was Dean's sexuality? Seamus couldn't remember if he was gay, straight, or neutered. "Oh well," the blonde yawned. Completely knackered by the sheer amount of effort required to relinquish Draco to Justin, Seamus soon dozed off.
//Wow. Wood grain is actually quite fascinating,// Harry thought. He had been studying the door to his dorm for the past five minutes, wondering how on earth he was going to get up the nerve to tell Seamus how he felt. //If you tilt your head at about a right angle, this knot looks like Queen Victoria. //Seamus had liked him once…during their first year. Of course, Harry didn't find this out until 5th year. Harry assumed by that time the ship named H.M.S The Anorexicly Thin and Only Chance Harry Ever Had With Seamus had long since sailed.
He went over the upcoming confrontation again in his mind. "Hello, Seamus. Did I ever tell you how beautiful you are?" Ack! That was so cheesy, it could be considered a French delicacy. "Hi, Seamus. Want to play a game?" He did not just think that! That one was definitely out of the question. It sounded like the beginning of some cheap porno movie. How bad could it be? He had faced Voldemort three times in his life, and here he was, ready to turn tail and run at the possibility (Make that "certainty") that Seamus Finnigan would reject him.
Taking a deep breath, Harry opened the door to find Seamus sleeping peacefully. //How anticlimactic.// Harry walked over to Seamus's bed and looked in on the cause of his distress. Seamus looked like a sullied angel, his sandy hair disheveled, glitter resting on his cheeks, and eyeliner smudged. Harry touched his face gently. Seamus stirred slightly, moving into Harry's caress. Harry sighed. Tomorrow was another day. He turned to leave, but a soft moan caught his attention.
Seamus was awake and smiling at him. The blond stretched luxuriously. "'Lo, love. Been there long?"
"Long enough," Harry replied.
"Like what you see?"
"Immensely," Harry said, surprised at how confident he sounded. Seamus graced him with another smile.
"How did it go with Justin?" Harry sat down.
"He's in love with Malfoy."
"Fantastic!" Seamus squealed.
"One: Ouch! That was my ear. Two: Why?"
"One: Sorry. Two: Draco loves Justin. Though I should be rather sad because that means that Draco won't be coming after me with a big stick." Seamus pouted. Then his eyes lit up and he bounced off the bed. "I have to tell him!" Harry grabbed Seamus's arm.
"Hold on a moment." The Irish boy looked affronted.
"Hold on! Harry, this is huge! How can you possibly expect me to 'hold on'?" They looked at each other for a moment. "Omigod, that sounded really wrong, didn't it?"
Harry burst into laughter.
"You could say that." Seamus giggled.
"I have a talent for that it seems."
"What else do you have a talent for?" Harry asked, voice low. Seamus raised his eyebrows in mild surprise.
"Harry James Potter, are you coming on to me?"
"Coming on to you?" Harry echoed, wrinkling his nose. "Wouldn't that make a horrible mess?" Seamus gasped and smacked him lightly.
"You awful, naughty boy," he said, affecting a voice Dean called 'Shocked Victorian Mum'. "How dare you think such things! Let me go! I've got to tell Draco the good news!"
"No."
"No? No one has ever told me 'no'!"
"It's hard to say 'no' when you're unconscious." Seamus worked furiously to remove Harry's fingers from his arm.
"Trust me to keep falling for the arseholes," he muttered. He gave up, frustrated. "Let me go. Please." Harry was looking at the fey boy in undisguised awe and amazement.
"What did you say?"
"I said, ' Let me go. Please.'"
"No, before that."
" I said, 'trust me to keep falling for the arseholes.'" Harry's grasp loosened on Seamus's arm.
"Hah! Sucker!" Seamus bolted for the door. Harry tackled him immediately, recovering from his shock with lightening-fast reflexes.
"You'd have to stick around to find out," Harry teased. He stood up and threw the struggling blonde onto his bed.
Seamus sighed. Of course he had to get what he wanted just when he least wanted it.
"Harry, while this is all well and good. Can you just wait for five minutes? Please? In five minutes, I will be back and ready for whatever it is you had in mind. Please?" Seamus's protests were cut short by a tiny click. He didn't have to look up to know what had just happened or that he wouldn't be going anywhere for a while.
"Justin will tell Draco the news himself. You and I need to talk."
"Talk! You have me handcuffed to your bed and you're wearing skintight pants, just so we can talk?" Seamus whimpered. "That is so incredibly unfair."
"Patience," Harry chided. More whimpering from the captive. "Did you mean what you said?"
"Which part?"
"The part about falling for me?"
"You're so bloody cute when you're uncertain," Seamus replied. Harry looked utterly confused. Seamus hooked one leg around Harry, pulled the dark- haired boy down on top of him and kissed him almost lazily. When the kiss was finished, it certainly looked like Harry had reached those new levels of comprehension. It felt like it too.
"Unlock the handcuffs, Harry. I'm not going anywhere just yet." Harry scrambled to comply.
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One more chapter to go…I think! Review, darlings!
Love,
J. Silver