Okay, everybody, this chapter contains m/m sex, with some explicit details, and if you have a problem with it, hit the back button on your browser now. You've been warned; your stupidity isn't my problem. Capish?

Dedication: To the wonderful people at the sparksfanfiction list, for their inspiration, and their tolerance of my rambling posts. I love you guys! Moo.

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Everything Changes

by T.K. Yuy

Interlude I- End Game

The Gryffindor's 7th year dorm was quiet when Seamus went up to take his shower. Well, as quiet as it could be with a naked (and quite wet) red-head playing loud Muggle music and attempting to dance. Seamus smiled at Ron's obliviousness ((is that a word)), and pulled a clean pair of boxers out of his drawer, and his toothbrush from the night table.

"Are you trying to tease me, or are you trying to give Nev a heart attack when he comes up?" he laughed, and Ron dropped the hairbrush he was using as a microphone.

"Fuck! Seamus Finnigan, be very grateful that I don't have my wand, because I would have so hexed you til next week!"

"Doesn't look like you're wandless from where I'm standing, that's for hell sure."

Ron stuck his tongue out as Seamus passed, and quickly found it in the Irish boy's mouth, dueling for dominance. He felt hands in his still wet hair as he was pushed back against one of the beds in the room, knees buckling under him as they hit the chest there. He moaned into the kiss as his hands found their way under Seamus' robes, trying to get them off, and arched as hands yanked his hair hard. When Seamus pulled back, Ron was breathless, eyes dark with desire as he was quickly and easily picked up and carried into the bathroom.

"You," Seamus said, voice thick, "are taking another shower."

"Seam, I-"

"No protesting allowed, Weasely. You remember what happened the last time, don't you?"

"Oh get off it man! That was a one time thing, and you know it."

"But you liked it, right?"
"That's beside the point. I could hardly bloody walk for a week afterwards."

"That's your own fault. Now, how do you want it?"

"Seamus!"

"What, it's just a question, Ron. You want it front or back?"

"What'd we do last time?"

"Front, why?"
"Then I want back."

Seamus stripped himself of his remaining clothing, and was stepping into the hot spray of water before Ron could even squeak. He pressed himslef to the red-head, arousal rubbing against the cleft of his ass, one hand on the cold tile wall, the other wrapped around Ron's waist. He reached down to stroke his lover, while he let his teeth sink into the pale, freckled shoulder, a hiss the only sound Ron could make as he pressed back against Seamus' hardness.

"Seam, please…" he moaned, his own hands moving down to stroke himself.

"Ron. Gods!"

It wasn't but a second later that Ron muffled his cry of pleasure into his arm as Seamus' length filled him, hotter than the steaming water that pelted them, and more intense than anything he knew he'd ever feel. Slow at first, then faster, more demanding. He knew he was close. He always knew when his lover was close.

"Harder, Seam, harder! Oh Gods, please!"

"Ron! Fuck yeah! So close!"

"Argh! I can't- right there- hold back –shit!- for fucking –YES!- ever! Oh yes! Yes!"

"Damn it! Not- bloody hell!!- yet! Hmmmmmmmm!"

"More Seam, MORE! Oh please!"

A blinding haze filled their minds as they crashed full force into their orgasms. Seamus pulled out almost immediately, turning around and washing, while Ron leaned against the wall, a single tear falling down his cheek. Same as it always did when he was finished.

"You gonna wash up, or let them find you like that?" Seamus asked, holding the white lufa out to him.

"I'll be out in just a minute." the voice that answered was barely above a whisper.

"You alright mate?"

"I'll be fine."

"You sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

"Ron… We talked about this. We- it's just sex."

"I know, I just… I'm just tired of feeling like I'm being used, Seamus."

"Good God man, it's been a year, and now you start thinking I'm using you?! What kind of person do you think I am, Weasely?"

"Seam, I didn't mean it like that, and you fucking know it! I know you care about me, and I care about you, but it doesn't feel right any more. Yeah, the sex is fantastic, but there's nothing behind it."

"We're fuck buddies, Ron, there isn't supposed to be any emotion behind it. You needed someone after Harry, and I needed a way to keep my mind off Justin, that's all there was –is- to it."

"Seamus, I appreciate everything, you know I do, but I think it's time we… start looking elsewheres. I'm over Harry, and I need to move on. This isn't a convienent little game anymore."
"You're right, it's not."

They were quiet for awhile before Ron's radio clicked off. The shower hissed as the hot water ran out, and Ron turned it off and grabbed a towel.

"Ron?" Seamus asked.

"Yeah?"
"We- I mean- can we- are we still friends?"

"Always have been, always will be, Seamus."

Ron picked up the towel he used to take his first shower, dried, and walked out of the bathroom to get dressed before the others started tromping up the stairs. He felt bad, and he knew Seamus felt bad, but it was time. There was nothing left for him to lose, so it was best, in his opinion, to move on. He still loved Harry, he always would, but the way he loved him had changed. Harry wasn't just some great Wizard to him, he was a friend, and a brother, despite the obvious lack of Weasely genes, and that was enough.

It was always enough before, and it'll be enough now. he thought, refusing to look at Seamus as he got himself dressed. Damn it Ron, it wasn't like you had an actual relationship with him, why the hell do you feel so fucking bad?!

"Seam, I'm going down to the kitchen, you want anything?"

"Wha? Oh, no thanks Ron. Last I heard, your brothers paid the house elves to give out Canary Creams to anyone of us who came down to the kitchens."

"Fred and George haven't been here for 2 years, Seamus, how could they- never mind. I forgot, this is Fred and George we're talking about."

They both laughed and Ron clapped his friend on the shoulder before leaving. He still felt like there was something wrong with what he'd done, but he knew it was the way it had to be.

~TBC~

Well, I've added a little twist to the story, one that I actually hadn't planned out, and I'm surprised at how easily the rest of my plans could shift to accomidate this, and the other Interludes that will follow. Anywho, I'm off to start chapter 9, so until next time!

Schnoogles!

TK