I Don't Want to Scrub
If Justin had known that he would be scrubbing the floor of Professor McGonagall's classroom for two hours with no magic, he never would have transfigured Seamus's clothing into whipping cream. But Seamus was asking for it, with his dark brown eyes twinkling with mischief and mouth quirked into an adorable smirk as he told Justin how much he wanted him. Justin admitted he let his hormones get the better of him. However, Professor McGonagall had said, that was not appropriate behavior in her class and she expected better of him. Bollocks. McGonagall never was acquainted with a person like Seamus who could get you irritated or blood rushing to certain parts of the body in an instant. However Seamus was, be it naughty or serious, Justin adored him all the more. Except right now. He hated scrubbing floors.
Justin sighed and scrubbed hard at a spot that did not want to come out. How on earth could a Transfiguration classroom floor be this dirty? Justin did not know or want to find out.
He sighed again. Bloody spot.
"You know, your arse looks wicked when you scrub floors," a familiar voice said. Justin stood up and glared at Seamus, who stood in the doorway.
"What are you doing here?" asked Justin sharply.
"I just wanted to check on my favorite blueberry muffin," Seamus said.
"Oh thanks a lot," Justin said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You helped me so much in Transfiguration today... could you help me here, too? Possibly screw things up?"
"I didn't screw things up!" Seamus protested. "And I didn't know you would react so bloody much!" Justin fumed.
"We were in class, Seamus," he said. "I thought no one was supposed to know about us. I was being quiet. I hadn't given anyone a clue. Yet here YOU are, flirting with me in the middle of class! You shouldn't have done it."
"Why not?" Seamus asked. "You enjoyed it, didn't you?"
"Yes, but that's not the point."
"Then what is?" Seamus looked at Justin, a serious, piercing glare that sent shivers up Justin's spine and his mind blanked.
"I...er. forgot. But now I'm here in detention and I REALLY HATE SCRUBBING FLOORS!" Justin said and threw down his sponge. "My nanny made me do that all the time, for fun, she said. Bollocks."
"Oh, sorry to hear that," Seamus said. He edged closer and put an arm around Justin's shoulders. Justin didn't move away. "And I'm sorry I got you detention."
"Really?" Justin asked. Seamus hardly ever apologized.
"Yes," Seamus said and kissed Justin. The Hufflepuff wrapped his arms around Seamus, completely unaware that the floor was now sparkling clean.
When McGonagall came in to check on Justin, the floor was spotless and there was a hint of a dreamy smile on Justin's face as he walked out the door.
If Justin had known that he would be scrubbing the floor of Professor McGonagall's classroom for two hours with no magic, he never would have transfigured Seamus's clothing into whipping cream. But Seamus was asking for it, with his dark brown eyes twinkling with mischief and mouth quirked into an adorable smirk as he told Justin how much he wanted him. Justin admitted he let his hormones get the better of him. However, Professor McGonagall had said, that was not appropriate behavior in her class and she expected better of him. Bollocks. McGonagall never was acquainted with a person like Seamus who could get you irritated or blood rushing to certain parts of the body in an instant. However Seamus was, be it naughty or serious, Justin adored him all the more. Except right now. He hated scrubbing floors.
Justin sighed and scrubbed hard at a spot that did not want to come out. How on earth could a Transfiguration classroom floor be this dirty? Justin did not know or want to find out.
He sighed again. Bloody spot.
"You know, your arse looks wicked when you scrub floors," a familiar voice said. Justin stood up and glared at Seamus, who stood in the doorway.
"What are you doing here?" asked Justin sharply.
"I just wanted to check on my favorite blueberry muffin," Seamus said.
"Oh thanks a lot," Justin said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You helped me so much in Transfiguration today... could you help me here, too? Possibly screw things up?"
"I didn't screw things up!" Seamus protested. "And I didn't know you would react so bloody much!" Justin fumed.
"We were in class, Seamus," he said. "I thought no one was supposed to know about us. I was being quiet. I hadn't given anyone a clue. Yet here YOU are, flirting with me in the middle of class! You shouldn't have done it."
"Why not?" Seamus asked. "You enjoyed it, didn't you?"
"Yes, but that's not the point."
"Then what is?" Seamus looked at Justin, a serious, piercing glare that sent shivers up Justin's spine and his mind blanked.
"I...er. forgot. But now I'm here in detention and I REALLY HATE SCRUBBING FLOORS!" Justin said and threw down his sponge. "My nanny made me do that all the time, for fun, she said. Bollocks."
"Oh, sorry to hear that," Seamus said. He edged closer and put an arm around Justin's shoulders. Justin didn't move away. "And I'm sorry I got you detention."
"Really?" Justin asked. Seamus hardly ever apologized.
"Yes," Seamus said and kissed Justin. The Hufflepuff wrapped his arms around Seamus, completely unaware that the floor was now sparkling clean.
When McGonagall came in to check on Justin, the floor was spotless and there was a hint of a dreamy smile on Justin's face as he walked out the door.