Title: Monogamy
Series: Part III/XVI
Author: Irda Majere
Rating: PG for this part, just slashiness
Pairing: Harry/Draco, Harry/Seamus, Draco/Blaise
Summary: Harry and Draco are having relationship problems. Seamus
decides to help....
Spoilers: Might be
Author's Notes: Seamus speaks Nadsat, hence all the strange words...
Nadsat is the slang used in "A Clockwork Orange" by Anthony Burgess,
the best book *EVER*! I hope someone knows it, but if you have any
q's just e mail me. :) Enjoy!
Feedback: Oh yes please!
Disclaimer: It aaaaaaall belongs to JK Rowling. Except the plot. yay!
p.s. sorry about the mix up last time...this is the *real* chapter III. I promise!
Chapter III
Class ended about ten minutes later and the students filed out. When Harry came out, Seamus was waiting for him by the door.
"So," he said, falling into step next to the smaller boy, "am I right? Ain't I the perfect choice?"
"I don't know," Harry said, sounding and feeling rather doubtful.
"Come ooooon," Seamus urged, "you need someone real skorry, right? Who better? Besides, I'm a killer shag." Harry blushed slightly at that, making Seamus laugh rather wickedly. He stepped in front of Harry and blocked his way by placing his hand on the wall beside them. Harry stopped. Seamus gave him a look, eyebrows raised. "Well? What's it gonna be, sugar?"
Harry sighed. "I guess you're right. Again. But-"
Suddenly Seamus grabbed him, pulled him against him and kissed him full on the lips. Harry's eyes widened in shock, but Seamus's talented tongue soon won him over, and he wrapped his arms around the taller boy, kissing him back.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, Finnegan."
The tone of his boyfriend's voice made Harry actually shiver. He and Seamus broke apart and they turned to face Draco.
"Yes, Malfoy?" Seamus said, rather pleasantly. "What can I do you for?"
Draco started slowly walking towards them. "You can get your filthy half-blood hands of my boyfriend, that's what." Crabbe and Goyle were close by, cracking their knuckles and glaring menacingly at Seamus.
"I think Harry can choose whose rookers he has on him, Malfoy," Seamus replied, still chipper. Though his eyes occasionally darted to the two goones standing behind the Slytherin.
Draco frowned. "Whose what?"
"Oh stop it, Draco," Harry said, stepping in front of Seamus to face the blond. "Don't think you have to prove the size of your cock to anyone, they all know it's tiny." He crossed his arms and looked into Draco's eyes coolly.
Draco glared back. "Get out of the way, Harry," he warned.
"Why should I? You have no right to hurt him."
"Oh yes I do," Draco sneered. "He was messing with you and that is reason enough."
"But I'm not your business anymore, Draco. You lost the right to call me yours when you slept with Desjardin." Draco frowned and was about to reply when Harry interrupted him. "We're finished. Goodbye," he said and walked off, dragging a grinning Seamus after him.
"Looks like you won't be getting your share of the ol' ultra-violence today, you gloopy bratchnies!"
Draco, Crabbe and Goyle all looked at each other. "What the fuck is he saying?" Draco asked irritably before turning away and storming down the corridor. 'I'll get that Finnegan' he thought, a deadly glint in his eye, 'if it's the last thing I ever do.'
"That was so horrorshow, Harry!" Seamus chirped as he and Harry made their way to Gryffindor Tower. "Man, did you show him! His glazzies were greener than yours, I'm tellin' ya. He'll be on his knees before you know it, droogie."
Harry was silent. Had he done the right thing? Probably not, but did Draco deserve anything better? No. He didn't. But then why did Harry feel so guilty. Then Seamus said something that brought him out of his thoughts.
"So, I guess I'm your boyfriend now, eh?" He grinned.
"Only in public of course," Harry said a bit too quickly. It wasn't that he didn't like Seamus, just--he wasn't Draco.
"Well," Seamus said, "we're gonna have to make it viddy real convincing like. Draco isn't gloopy, we both know that."
Harry looked at him. "You mean we're gonna have to be all smoochy in public?"
Seamus shrugged and nodded. "Well....yeah! Is that a problem? Ain't I good looking enough for you?" He pouted.
Harry smiled. "Of course you are. At least we won't have to sleep together...."
"Ah," Seamus said in a wise sort of voice, "that is your loss, my brother." His grin widened and turned oh so wicked. "Though I will make sure to try and save you from missing out on the glory that is Yours Truly in bed! Harry Potter, I shall seduce thou. Whether thou likest it or nay."
Harry just laughed, though a part of him worried that maybe he wouldn't be able to resist the Irish boy's charms. He'd always had a soft spot for him.....who hadn't? And it wasn't like he had to stay true to Draco. 'He'll never come back,' Harry thought sadly. 'I just know it.'
Draco let out a loud, ascending growl as he threw one of the chairs in the Slytherin common room against the wall, barely missing a portrait of his own great grandfather who yelled at him to watch out. Draco paid no heed, but grabbed his wand and cast a spell on a large wooden table, making it catch fire. "How dare he!" he yelled and kept pointing his wand at the burning table, making the fire burn faster. Within a minute, there was nothing left but cinders and ash. His breathing was still fast and his eyes were fiery. "That Irish son of a bitch!"
Suddenly, he heard a tutting noise. He whirled around and saw Blaise Zabini standing by the doorway leading to the dorms. "What?" Draco said through clenched teeth.
"Temper, temper, young Malfoy," Blaise said in a drawl not unlike Draco's own, except with a slight foreign accent.
"Shut up," Draco growled and pointed his wand at the other boy. "Get out and leave me alone."
Blaise started walking towards Draco, ignoring the blond's wand. "It isn't your private common room, you know. Just because you're a Malfoy doesn't mean you own everything. I always found your hot temper and intolerable arrogance terribly tiring when we were together.." He came to a halt a foot away from the blond. "What did he do this time?"
Draco glared at his friend and former lover, but quickly his anger faded and his shoulders slumped. "He broke up with me," he said in a low voice.
Blaise laughed, earning another death glare from Draco. "Again? I thought you just got back together! You just can't keep a boyfriend, can you? You must have been really bad..."
"It's none of your business," Draco grumbled.
"That thing with a certain Ravenclaw set him off? Oh what a surprise..." Draco opened his mouth to ask how the hell he knew about that, but Blaise interrupted. "Oh everyone knows," he said dismissively. "At least everyone who's anyone."
Draco slumped down into one of the armchairs. "I'm going to kill him. Fucking slut. What the hell does Harry see in that idiot?!"
"I don't know who you're talking about, but if you ask me, you're better off without Potter anyway. He's nothing but trouble."
"I didn't ask you, so keep your opinions to yourself."
Blaise rolled his eyes. "Oh come on, Draco! What does he have that every other piece of tail doesn't? Okay it's fun screwing The Great Harry Potter, but you've been with him for ages!" Draco didn't say anything, or even look at the other Slytherin. Instead he diverted his gaze to the fireplace, looking rather pathetic and...lost somehow. Blaise's eyes widened. "Unless, of course... Oh no!" he said loudly.
Draco jumped. "What?"
"He's more than just a piece of tail to you, isn't he? You care about him! Draco, he's a Gryffindor! The embodiment of the very thing You Know Who is fighting against! What were you thinking?!" Blaise said, trying not to let the jealousy shine through. The blond boy didn't reply, he just stared into the flames. Blaise shook his head and slumped down into the chair beside him. "What is your father going to say, Draco?"
Draco turned sharply too look at Blaise, the look in his eyes murderous. "Nothing. Because he won't find out."
Blaise held his hands up defensively. "I won't tell him! But someone is bound to. You're already dating the brat publically, the only thing so far that has kept our housemates from telling is that they believe you're just in it for a shag! They find it amusing! But if you get back together with him, they'll know you mean business!"
"But I need him, Blaise!" Draco got up and started pacing the common room again, running his hands through his hair as he often did when distressed. "I feel like I can't go on without him!"
"Like hell you can't!" Blaise hissed. "You and I have both been brought up to not need anyone, least of all a lover. Draco, you are destined to become a Death Eater. What the hell are you thinking, getting together with our Master's worst enemy?!"
"I didn't mean for it to happen!" Draco yelled. "You think I wanted it this way? It started out as a little fling in the Astronomy Tower, a quick shag in an abandoned classroom but...it evolved. Became something more. I tried to stop it, but I couldn't! You don't think I'm scared shitless of what my father will do to me if or when he finds out? I'm fucking terrified, Zabini! I'm not stupid!" Draco stormed to the fireplace, not facing Blaise. He crossed his arms and frowned into the flames.
Blaise sighed quietly. He walked over to where Draco stood, and was silent for a while. Then he said: "No, Draco, you're not stupid. Which goes to show that if you had any sense you'd drop that Potter boy like a crippled houself. What do you want more? Him, or serving our Lord?"
Draco didn't reply. He just stared unflinchingly at the fire, the shadows of the flames dancing on his pale skin. "Blaise?" he said softly a moment later.
"Yes," the other boy replied rubbing his eyes tiredly.
"Are you supporting the Dark Lord because you want to or because it's 'what you're supposed to be doing'?"
Blaise looked up and frowned at Draco, as if he was going to scold him for questioning his loyalty to their Master, but seemed to reconsider for his brow unfurrowed. He sighed and crossed his arms. "I guess I've never really thought about it," Blaise said, shrugging. "It's just always been that way. I don't know anything else. I mean I can't say my heart belongs to the Dark Lord, lock stock and barrel, but..." He sighed again, more deeply. "I don't know. But I do know that I never thought I'd see Draco Malfoy doubting his father's beliefs."
"I just detest the fact that I never even had a choice. I was just born into this--this-mold, this life I'm just expected to live, no questions asked."
Blaise placed his hand on Draco's shoulder, stroking it gently with his thumb. "You're a Malfoy, Draco," he said softly, "you don't have a choice. Neither did I. We were both born into two of the most powerful pureblood families in history, both known for their prowess in the dark arts."
Draco didn't say anything. Blaise felt him lean into his touch, so he came closer and wrapped his arms around the blond boy. "Sleep in my bed tonight?" Draco whispered. Blaise could tell, with more than a little disappointment, that Draco really did mean 'sleep', but agreed to spend the night with him nonetheless.
Without another word Draco led the other boy down into the dormitories, undressed them both and crawled into bed, holding his blanket up for Blaise to join him. The sight of the blond's naked form outlined in the dark folds of the covers made Blaise's body ache, but he held back, promising himself a rendezvous with one of the young and eager Slytherins in the morrow. He lay awake, watching Draco drift off to sleep in his arms. "It's been too long," he whispered before closing his eyes to dream about grey eyes and pale skin.
Series: Part III/XVI
Author: Irda Majere
Rating: PG for this part, just slashiness
Pairing: Harry/Draco, Harry/Seamus, Draco/Blaise
Summary: Harry and Draco are having relationship problems. Seamus
decides to help....
Spoilers: Might be
Author's Notes: Seamus speaks Nadsat, hence all the strange words...
Nadsat is the slang used in "A Clockwork Orange" by Anthony Burgess,
the best book *EVER*! I hope someone knows it, but if you have any
q's just e mail me. :) Enjoy!
Feedback: Oh yes please!
Disclaimer: It aaaaaaall belongs to JK Rowling. Except the plot. yay!
p.s. sorry about the mix up last time...this is the *real* chapter III. I promise!
Chapter III
Class ended about ten minutes later and the students filed out. When Harry came out, Seamus was waiting for him by the door.
"So," he said, falling into step next to the smaller boy, "am I right? Ain't I the perfect choice?"
"I don't know," Harry said, sounding and feeling rather doubtful.
"Come ooooon," Seamus urged, "you need someone real skorry, right? Who better? Besides, I'm a killer shag." Harry blushed slightly at that, making Seamus laugh rather wickedly. He stepped in front of Harry and blocked his way by placing his hand on the wall beside them. Harry stopped. Seamus gave him a look, eyebrows raised. "Well? What's it gonna be, sugar?"
Harry sighed. "I guess you're right. Again. But-"
Suddenly Seamus grabbed him, pulled him against him and kissed him full on the lips. Harry's eyes widened in shock, but Seamus's talented tongue soon won him over, and he wrapped his arms around the taller boy, kissing him back.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, Finnegan."
The tone of his boyfriend's voice made Harry actually shiver. He and Seamus broke apart and they turned to face Draco.
"Yes, Malfoy?" Seamus said, rather pleasantly. "What can I do you for?"
Draco started slowly walking towards them. "You can get your filthy half-blood hands of my boyfriend, that's what." Crabbe and Goyle were close by, cracking their knuckles and glaring menacingly at Seamus.
"I think Harry can choose whose rookers he has on him, Malfoy," Seamus replied, still chipper. Though his eyes occasionally darted to the two goones standing behind the Slytherin.
Draco frowned. "Whose what?"
"Oh stop it, Draco," Harry said, stepping in front of Seamus to face the blond. "Don't think you have to prove the size of your cock to anyone, they all know it's tiny." He crossed his arms and looked into Draco's eyes coolly.
Draco glared back. "Get out of the way, Harry," he warned.
"Why should I? You have no right to hurt him."
"Oh yes I do," Draco sneered. "He was messing with you and that is reason enough."
"But I'm not your business anymore, Draco. You lost the right to call me yours when you slept with Desjardin." Draco frowned and was about to reply when Harry interrupted him. "We're finished. Goodbye," he said and walked off, dragging a grinning Seamus after him.
"Looks like you won't be getting your share of the ol' ultra-violence today, you gloopy bratchnies!"
Draco, Crabbe and Goyle all looked at each other. "What the fuck is he saying?" Draco asked irritably before turning away and storming down the corridor. 'I'll get that Finnegan' he thought, a deadly glint in his eye, 'if it's the last thing I ever do.'
"That was so horrorshow, Harry!" Seamus chirped as he and Harry made their way to Gryffindor Tower. "Man, did you show him! His glazzies were greener than yours, I'm tellin' ya. He'll be on his knees before you know it, droogie."
Harry was silent. Had he done the right thing? Probably not, but did Draco deserve anything better? No. He didn't. But then why did Harry feel so guilty. Then Seamus said something that brought him out of his thoughts.
"So, I guess I'm your boyfriend now, eh?" He grinned.
"Only in public of course," Harry said a bit too quickly. It wasn't that he didn't like Seamus, just--he wasn't Draco.
"Well," Seamus said, "we're gonna have to make it viddy real convincing like. Draco isn't gloopy, we both know that."
Harry looked at him. "You mean we're gonna have to be all smoochy in public?"
Seamus shrugged and nodded. "Well....yeah! Is that a problem? Ain't I good looking enough for you?" He pouted.
Harry smiled. "Of course you are. At least we won't have to sleep together...."
"Ah," Seamus said in a wise sort of voice, "that is your loss, my brother." His grin widened and turned oh so wicked. "Though I will make sure to try and save you from missing out on the glory that is Yours Truly in bed! Harry Potter, I shall seduce thou. Whether thou likest it or nay."
Harry just laughed, though a part of him worried that maybe he wouldn't be able to resist the Irish boy's charms. He'd always had a soft spot for him.....who hadn't? And it wasn't like he had to stay true to Draco. 'He'll never come back,' Harry thought sadly. 'I just know it.'
Draco let out a loud, ascending growl as he threw one of the chairs in the Slytherin common room against the wall, barely missing a portrait of his own great grandfather who yelled at him to watch out. Draco paid no heed, but grabbed his wand and cast a spell on a large wooden table, making it catch fire. "How dare he!" he yelled and kept pointing his wand at the burning table, making the fire burn faster. Within a minute, there was nothing left but cinders and ash. His breathing was still fast and his eyes were fiery. "That Irish son of a bitch!"
Suddenly, he heard a tutting noise. He whirled around and saw Blaise Zabini standing by the doorway leading to the dorms. "What?" Draco said through clenched teeth.
"Temper, temper, young Malfoy," Blaise said in a drawl not unlike Draco's own, except with a slight foreign accent.
"Shut up," Draco growled and pointed his wand at the other boy. "Get out and leave me alone."
Blaise started walking towards Draco, ignoring the blond's wand. "It isn't your private common room, you know. Just because you're a Malfoy doesn't mean you own everything. I always found your hot temper and intolerable arrogance terribly tiring when we were together.." He came to a halt a foot away from the blond. "What did he do this time?"
Draco glared at his friend and former lover, but quickly his anger faded and his shoulders slumped. "He broke up with me," he said in a low voice.
Blaise laughed, earning another death glare from Draco. "Again? I thought you just got back together! You just can't keep a boyfriend, can you? You must have been really bad..."
"It's none of your business," Draco grumbled.
"That thing with a certain Ravenclaw set him off? Oh what a surprise..." Draco opened his mouth to ask how the hell he knew about that, but Blaise interrupted. "Oh everyone knows," he said dismissively. "At least everyone who's anyone."
Draco slumped down into one of the armchairs. "I'm going to kill him. Fucking slut. What the hell does Harry see in that idiot?!"
"I don't know who you're talking about, but if you ask me, you're better off without Potter anyway. He's nothing but trouble."
"I didn't ask you, so keep your opinions to yourself."
Blaise rolled his eyes. "Oh come on, Draco! What does he have that every other piece of tail doesn't? Okay it's fun screwing The Great Harry Potter, but you've been with him for ages!" Draco didn't say anything, or even look at the other Slytherin. Instead he diverted his gaze to the fireplace, looking rather pathetic and...lost somehow. Blaise's eyes widened. "Unless, of course... Oh no!" he said loudly.
Draco jumped. "What?"
"He's more than just a piece of tail to you, isn't he? You care about him! Draco, he's a Gryffindor! The embodiment of the very thing You Know Who is fighting against! What were you thinking?!" Blaise said, trying not to let the jealousy shine through. The blond boy didn't reply, he just stared into the flames. Blaise shook his head and slumped down into the chair beside him. "What is your father going to say, Draco?"
Draco turned sharply too look at Blaise, the look in his eyes murderous. "Nothing. Because he won't find out."
Blaise held his hands up defensively. "I won't tell him! But someone is bound to. You're already dating the brat publically, the only thing so far that has kept our housemates from telling is that they believe you're just in it for a shag! They find it amusing! But if you get back together with him, they'll know you mean business!"
"But I need him, Blaise!" Draco got up and started pacing the common room again, running his hands through his hair as he often did when distressed. "I feel like I can't go on without him!"
"Like hell you can't!" Blaise hissed. "You and I have both been brought up to not need anyone, least of all a lover. Draco, you are destined to become a Death Eater. What the hell are you thinking, getting together with our Master's worst enemy?!"
"I didn't mean for it to happen!" Draco yelled. "You think I wanted it this way? It started out as a little fling in the Astronomy Tower, a quick shag in an abandoned classroom but...it evolved. Became something more. I tried to stop it, but I couldn't! You don't think I'm scared shitless of what my father will do to me if or when he finds out? I'm fucking terrified, Zabini! I'm not stupid!" Draco stormed to the fireplace, not facing Blaise. He crossed his arms and frowned into the flames.
Blaise sighed quietly. He walked over to where Draco stood, and was silent for a while. Then he said: "No, Draco, you're not stupid. Which goes to show that if you had any sense you'd drop that Potter boy like a crippled houself. What do you want more? Him, or serving our Lord?"
Draco didn't reply. He just stared unflinchingly at the fire, the shadows of the flames dancing on his pale skin. "Blaise?" he said softly a moment later.
"Yes," the other boy replied rubbing his eyes tiredly.
"Are you supporting the Dark Lord because you want to or because it's 'what you're supposed to be doing'?"
Blaise looked up and frowned at Draco, as if he was going to scold him for questioning his loyalty to their Master, but seemed to reconsider for his brow unfurrowed. He sighed and crossed his arms. "I guess I've never really thought about it," Blaise said, shrugging. "It's just always been that way. I don't know anything else. I mean I can't say my heart belongs to the Dark Lord, lock stock and barrel, but..." He sighed again, more deeply. "I don't know. But I do know that I never thought I'd see Draco Malfoy doubting his father's beliefs."
"I just detest the fact that I never even had a choice. I was just born into this--this-mold, this life I'm just expected to live, no questions asked."
Blaise placed his hand on Draco's shoulder, stroking it gently with his thumb. "You're a Malfoy, Draco," he said softly, "you don't have a choice. Neither did I. We were both born into two of the most powerful pureblood families in history, both known for their prowess in the dark arts."
Draco didn't say anything. Blaise felt him lean into his touch, so he came closer and wrapped his arms around the blond boy. "Sleep in my bed tonight?" Draco whispered. Blaise could tell, with more than a little disappointment, that Draco really did mean 'sleep', but agreed to spend the night with him nonetheless.
Without another word Draco led the other boy down into the dormitories, undressed them both and crawled into bed, holding his blanket up for Blaise to join him. The sight of the blond's naked form outlined in the dark folds of the covers made Blaise's body ache, but he held back, promising himself a rendezvous with one of the young and eager Slytherins in the morrow. He lay awake, watching Draco drift off to sleep in his arms. "It's been too long," he whispered before closing his eyes to dream about grey eyes and pale skin.
