Title: Monogamy
Series: Part IV/XVI
Author: Irda Majere
Rating: PG for this part, just slashiness and a tiny bit of violence...
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!
Harry and Seamus arrived at the Gryffindor table together, holding hands. The sight made both Hermione and Ron stop eating and the pair just stared at their two friends, eyes wide in surprise.
"When did this happen?" Ron asked. "What about Draco?"
"I dumped him," Harry said as casually as he could muster. "I was tired of his bullshit so I let him go." He sat down next to Ron, and Seamus planted himself beside him, entwining his fingers with Harry's on the tabletop. Hermione couldn't help staring at their hands.
"Didn't take long to find a new one," Ron said breathily, looking down at his breakfast.
"Oh I'd been after him for ages!" Seamus exclaimed. "When he broke up with that Slytherin bratchny I saw my chance and moved in, and voila!" He leaned over and kissed Harry's cheek. "I got lucky," he said with his trademark grin.
Hermione was beaming. "Oh I'm so happy for you two!" She stood up and hugged them both. "I'm not sorry to see the back of that miserable Malfoy git," she said, frowning.
"Hear, hear," Ron said, also smiling.
Harry smiled back and lay his head on Seamus's shoulder. 'I hope Draco's watching this,' he thought, snuggling closer to his supposed boyfriend who wrapped his arms around the smaller boy and kissed the top of his head.
Over at the Slytherin table, Draco was plunging his fork into his sausages over and over again until they didn't even resemble sausages anymore, but their deformation didn't stop him. He stared over the heads of the other students at the lovebirds smooching at the Gryffindor table.
Blaise looked on, worry etched in his dark features. "Draco," he whispered into the blond's ear, "calm down. If he sees you fuming, he'll start to gloat. And you don't want that."
"I know," Draco growled, "but it's so fucking hard.."
"Look at that bitch Potter smooching with that Irish slut," Goyle suddenly grumbled beside him. Then he turned to Draco and said: "What did you ever see in that ugly bastard? I think I'd rather fuck a blast ended screwt!" The whole table laughed, not noticing the furious grimace spreading over Draco's face.
Before Blaise could do anything, Draco whirled around and jabbed his fork into the bigger boy's hand, making Goyle scream with pain.
"Don't you dare-" Blaise planted his hand over Draco's mouth before he could say another word and dragged him out of the Hall, the whole school staring after them.
"What did you do that for?!" Draco said angrily to his friend.
"Because you were just about to spill your secret to the entire school, Malfoy," the other replied. "How are you going to explain why you stabbed Goyle?"
"I don't know, I'll think of something." With that, Draco turned and ran up the marble staircase.
"Draco!" Blaise called after him, "where are you going?"
"None of your business," he called back. "Don't follow me!"
Blaise had started up the stairs, but when he heard Draco's words he stopped and stared after his enraged friend. Then he sighed, turned around and started walking to class. 'Lovely piece of trouble you've got yourself in, Draco dear,' he thought to himself. 'I knew that Potter kid wasn't good for you. Should've just stayed with someone of your own kind....like me.'
"What was that all about?" Neville asked, eyes wide. Everyone had been distracted by the scene at the Slytherin table, and were now busy buzzing over what had happened.
"Malfoy stabbed his hand with his fork!" Ginny exclaimed, shocked. "Why would he do that to one of his cronies?"
"Maybe he said something to offend his master," Dean commented rather coldly, not looking up from his breakfast. He did glance at Harry, who caught it. His eyes widened questioningly at Dean, but he didn't meet his eyes to answer.
Seamus leaned over and whispered to Harry: "Maybe the bolshy git said something about you."
"No, that can't be," Harry said disbelieving. "He wouldn't react that harshly. He hates me! Why would he care if someone put me down?" Seamus just shrugged.
"Well," Hermione interrupted everyone's speculations, "we'll discuss that later. It's time to go to class."
"Trust her to ruin the fun," Ron sighed. But he got up from the table and followed his girlfriend out of the Hall.
Series: Part IV/XVI
Author: Irda Majere
Rating: PG for this part, just slashiness and a tiny bit of violence...
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!
Harry and Seamus arrived at the Gryffindor table together, holding hands. The sight made both Hermione and Ron stop eating and the pair just stared at their two friends, eyes wide in surprise.
"When did this happen?" Ron asked. "What about Draco?"
"I dumped him," Harry said as casually as he could muster. "I was tired of his bullshit so I let him go." He sat down next to Ron, and Seamus planted himself beside him, entwining his fingers with Harry's on the tabletop. Hermione couldn't help staring at their hands.
"Didn't take long to find a new one," Ron said breathily, looking down at his breakfast.
"Oh I'd been after him for ages!" Seamus exclaimed. "When he broke up with that Slytherin bratchny I saw my chance and moved in, and voila!" He leaned over and kissed Harry's cheek. "I got lucky," he said with his trademark grin.
Hermione was beaming. "Oh I'm so happy for you two!" She stood up and hugged them both. "I'm not sorry to see the back of that miserable Malfoy git," she said, frowning.
"Hear, hear," Ron said, also smiling.
Harry smiled back and lay his head on Seamus's shoulder. 'I hope Draco's watching this,' he thought, snuggling closer to his supposed boyfriend who wrapped his arms around the smaller boy and kissed the top of his head.
Over at the Slytherin table, Draco was plunging his fork into his sausages over and over again until they didn't even resemble sausages anymore, but their deformation didn't stop him. He stared over the heads of the other students at the lovebirds smooching at the Gryffindor table.
Blaise looked on, worry etched in his dark features. "Draco," he whispered into the blond's ear, "calm down. If he sees you fuming, he'll start to gloat. And you don't want that."
"I know," Draco growled, "but it's so fucking hard.."
"Look at that bitch Potter smooching with that Irish slut," Goyle suddenly grumbled beside him. Then he turned to Draco and said: "What did you ever see in that ugly bastard? I think I'd rather fuck a blast ended screwt!" The whole table laughed, not noticing the furious grimace spreading over Draco's face.
Before Blaise could do anything, Draco whirled around and jabbed his fork into the bigger boy's hand, making Goyle scream with pain.
"Don't you dare-" Blaise planted his hand over Draco's mouth before he could say another word and dragged him out of the Hall, the whole school staring after them.
"What did you do that for?!" Draco said angrily to his friend.
"Because you were just about to spill your secret to the entire school, Malfoy," the other replied. "How are you going to explain why you stabbed Goyle?"
"I don't know, I'll think of something." With that, Draco turned and ran up the marble staircase.
"Draco!" Blaise called after him, "where are you going?"
"None of your business," he called back. "Don't follow me!"
Blaise had started up the stairs, but when he heard Draco's words he stopped and stared after his enraged friend. Then he sighed, turned around and started walking to class. 'Lovely piece of trouble you've got yourself in, Draco dear,' he thought to himself. 'I knew that Potter kid wasn't good for you. Should've just stayed with someone of your own kind....like me.'
"What was that all about?" Neville asked, eyes wide. Everyone had been distracted by the scene at the Slytherin table, and were now busy buzzing over what had happened.
"Malfoy stabbed his hand with his fork!" Ginny exclaimed, shocked. "Why would he do that to one of his cronies?"
"Maybe he said something to offend his master," Dean commented rather coldly, not looking up from his breakfast. He did glance at Harry, who caught it. His eyes widened questioningly at Dean, but he didn't meet his eyes to answer.
Seamus leaned over and whispered to Harry: "Maybe the bolshy git said something about you."
"No, that can't be," Harry said disbelieving. "He wouldn't react that harshly. He hates me! Why would he care if someone put me down?" Seamus just shrugged.
"Well," Hermione interrupted everyone's speculations, "we'll discuss that later. It's time to go to class."
"Trust her to ruin the fun," Ron sighed. But he got up from the table and followed his girlfriend out of the Hall.
