Title: Monogamy
Series: Part V/XVI
Author: Irda Majere
Rating: R for non-graphic sex.
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 uses Nadsat slang, 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!
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'Oh the irony of it all!' I thought as I dramatically flung myself on my bed, putting on a show even though there wasn't anyone to see it. So typical me, brothers. Always the attention whore.
"The irony of it all, damn it." This time outloud, followed by a deep sigh. You see, my dear friends and readers, I had ittied and done something really really naughty. Not only had I fallen for -Harry Potter-, but also for the object of my best friend's affection! Life is, of course, terrible.
It must be said that he was rather irresistable. With those bright green glazzies, that sweet smile and an ever so cute behind. I thought constantly about tying him up in my bed, gagged and naked and taking him with his glasses still on...begging and pleading for more, panting my name and moaning with ecstacy.
But whatever should I do, O my brothers? Not only did Dean viddy him first, but also Harry would never return my feelings of craving and longing. His ticker belonged to Draco "Drop Dead Sexy" Malfoy, and a lowly luscious creature like myself couldn't possibly compete with -him-.
I lay there a while longer, feeling ever so sorry for myself, 'til I felt like I was going to be sick. Now that sort of behaviour did not suit a proud and sexy Irishman like myself. I sat up and shook off the melancholy weighing me down like a big heavy blanket. "It's Dean's own fault that he hasn't moved in," I said outloud in a defiant tone, "not mine. I am Seamus Finnegan, and Seamus Finnegan gets what he wants. And that includes black haired little nymphs like Harry Potter!" I stood up and went in search of my make-believe boyfriend.
Operation Get Harry had begun.
I found my naughtly little angel lounging in the common room with Mr. and Mrs. Ideal Couple, Ron and Hermione. They were sweet and all but....a bit too perfect, let alone obvious. They were probably the last people in the whole friggin' skolliwoll to realize they were perfect for each other. Anyway, back to Your Humble Narrator. That is me.
"Hey there sweetcakes," I said with my ever so disarming smile. "I was looking for you." I sat down beside him on the couch and planted a wet one on his smooth cheek (unfortunately the one on his face).
"Didn't have to look long, did you?" Harry said and laughed seductively (or at least I thought so). "You just came down from our room." He graciously allowed me to take him into my starving arms and hold him against my even hungrier body. Then he brought his succulent lips against my listening ear and whispered: "Why can't we at least tell Ron and Hermione? I hate fooling them like this."
I hated being reminded of the fact that our relationship was nothing but a charade, but didn't let it show. Instead I leaned in and whispered back: "We've already talked about this; the less people that know the better. Remember, in Hogwarts some of the walls really *do* have ears." I paused and glanced over at the Granger before continuing, "Though I know that a smart devotchka like Hermione will probably figure it out, which is okay 'cause I know she won't tell anyone, not even her ickle Ronnikins. She'll respect the fact that you want it to be a secret."
He sighed against my chest (what a heavenly sound). "You're right. But that doesn't mean I can't hate it."
I patted his hair comfortingly, resisting the urge to grab it and take him like an animal, thus shocking the hell out of The Happy Couple. "It'll all go well, my pet. That slimy little git of yours will come slithering back before you can say 'cheating scum'." Harry slapped me on the thigh for that, but that was okay. Any touch from him was like a gift, O my brothers.
To my sheer but ill-controlled delight, Harry suddenly placed himself on my lap, legs on either side of mine and laid his head on my chest. His arms wrapped around my waist and his playful fingers slid under my t-shirt and began stroking my bare skin. Not being able to resist, I ran my hands up his thighs and placed them on his little behind, pulling him closer. Our crotches rubbed together but he didn't seem to notice. I certainly did. I gathered him into my arms again and buried my face in his neck. His skin smelled delicious. I just had to have a taste, so I began gently nibbling on his neck.
He giggled. "What are you doing?" he asked playfully.
"Preparing to devour you, lover," I said in a lustful voice. He laughed again, thinking I was joking. Oh how wrong he was. He probably expected me to stop then, but I didn't, couldn't. Seamus Finnegan had arrived at the no-turning-back spot, and there was no turning back. Unless he kicked me in the marbles, yelled at me or ran away...or even all of the above.
"I think they're convinced," he whispered, "you can stop now."
"What if I don't want to?" I whispered back between nibbles and bites.
"Well, that would be a problem wouldn't it?" He raised his head and met my eyes. He looked terribly unsure and scrumptious. "We really shouldn't be taking it this far, Seamus."
"Why ever not, my precious?" I purred in his ear. The fact that he'd said "shouldn't" was a clear sign to a veteran player like me that I was so in for a shag.
"Because!" he said, his voice showing more than a hint of defeat, "I-Draco..." The little succubus was interrupted by my skillful hand which had slid between his thighs and was massaging his crotch. "Oh no," he moaned softly.
The evident lust in his voice consumed me and my breath caught in my throat. I applied more pressure to his sensitives until he dropped his forehead down on my shoulder. He bit down on my clothed skin in order to silence the sounds fighting to escape from the confines of his lovely throat.
"Don't fight it," I whispered shakily, overcome with devilish desire meself.
"Just take me up to our room, Finnegan," he half-hissed, half-whispered against my chest.
This Irishman did not need to be told twice. I took him into my arms and carried him towards the stairs, winking cheekily at Ron and Hermione, Ron blushing furiously and Hermione with a raised eyebrow and slight grin.
When we were in our room, I threw my little lover on the bed, my own slightly larger body not far behind. As I lay on top of him, tasting his lips, neck and cheeks, I said huskily: "How do you want it, Harry."
"Frankly, I don't care, I just want it *now*!" he replied in a sort of a growl that even Draco would be proud of.
"Alright then," I said and swiftly undid his trousers and slid them off. I loosened my own and before long I was inside him, speeding up with every stroke, eliciting all sorts of moans and gasps from my Harry, including 'Oh Seamus!' which just drove me mad. And best of all, he still had his glasses on.....
After I came inside him my body collapsed on top of his. I bitterly cursed the layers of clothing that seperated us, wanting to feel his sweaty skin against mine. He was breathing hard in my ear and I was sure I'd died and joined old Bog in heaven. But then...
"Draco..."
...it all fell down.
Life is, of course, terrible.
Series: Part V/XVI
Author: Irda Majere
Rating: R for non-graphic sex.
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 uses Nadsat slang, 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!
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'Oh the irony of it all!' I thought as I dramatically flung myself on my bed, putting on a show even though there wasn't anyone to see it. So typical me, brothers. Always the attention whore.
"The irony of it all, damn it." This time outloud, followed by a deep sigh. You see, my dear friends and readers, I had ittied and done something really really naughty. Not only had I fallen for -Harry Potter-, but also for the object of my best friend's affection! Life is, of course, terrible.
It must be said that he was rather irresistable. With those bright green glazzies, that sweet smile and an ever so cute behind. I thought constantly about tying him up in my bed, gagged and naked and taking him with his glasses still on...begging and pleading for more, panting my name and moaning with ecstacy.
But whatever should I do, O my brothers? Not only did Dean viddy him first, but also Harry would never return my feelings of craving and longing. His ticker belonged to Draco "Drop Dead Sexy" Malfoy, and a lowly luscious creature like myself couldn't possibly compete with -him-.
I lay there a while longer, feeling ever so sorry for myself, 'til I felt like I was going to be sick. Now that sort of behaviour did not suit a proud and sexy Irishman like myself. I sat up and shook off the melancholy weighing me down like a big heavy blanket. "It's Dean's own fault that he hasn't moved in," I said outloud in a defiant tone, "not mine. I am Seamus Finnegan, and Seamus Finnegan gets what he wants. And that includes black haired little nymphs like Harry Potter!" I stood up and went in search of my make-believe boyfriend.
Operation Get Harry had begun.
I found my naughtly little angel lounging in the common room with Mr. and Mrs. Ideal Couple, Ron and Hermione. They were sweet and all but....a bit too perfect, let alone obvious. They were probably the last people in the whole friggin' skolliwoll to realize they were perfect for each other. Anyway, back to Your Humble Narrator. That is me.
"Hey there sweetcakes," I said with my ever so disarming smile. "I was looking for you." I sat down beside him on the couch and planted a wet one on his smooth cheek (unfortunately the one on his face).
"Didn't have to look long, did you?" Harry said and laughed seductively (or at least I thought so). "You just came down from our room." He graciously allowed me to take him into my starving arms and hold him against my even hungrier body. Then he brought his succulent lips against my listening ear and whispered: "Why can't we at least tell Ron and Hermione? I hate fooling them like this."
I hated being reminded of the fact that our relationship was nothing but a charade, but didn't let it show. Instead I leaned in and whispered back: "We've already talked about this; the less people that know the better. Remember, in Hogwarts some of the walls really *do* have ears." I paused and glanced over at the Granger before continuing, "Though I know that a smart devotchka like Hermione will probably figure it out, which is okay 'cause I know she won't tell anyone, not even her ickle Ronnikins. She'll respect the fact that you want it to be a secret."
He sighed against my chest (what a heavenly sound). "You're right. But that doesn't mean I can't hate it."
I patted his hair comfortingly, resisting the urge to grab it and take him like an animal, thus shocking the hell out of The Happy Couple. "It'll all go well, my pet. That slimy little git of yours will come slithering back before you can say 'cheating scum'." Harry slapped me on the thigh for that, but that was okay. Any touch from him was like a gift, O my brothers.
To my sheer but ill-controlled delight, Harry suddenly placed himself on my lap, legs on either side of mine and laid his head on my chest. His arms wrapped around my waist and his playful fingers slid under my t-shirt and began stroking my bare skin. Not being able to resist, I ran my hands up his thighs and placed them on his little behind, pulling him closer. Our crotches rubbed together but he didn't seem to notice. I certainly did. I gathered him into my arms again and buried my face in his neck. His skin smelled delicious. I just had to have a taste, so I began gently nibbling on his neck.
He giggled. "What are you doing?" he asked playfully.
"Preparing to devour you, lover," I said in a lustful voice. He laughed again, thinking I was joking. Oh how wrong he was. He probably expected me to stop then, but I didn't, couldn't. Seamus Finnegan had arrived at the no-turning-back spot, and there was no turning back. Unless he kicked me in the marbles, yelled at me or ran away...or even all of the above.
"I think they're convinced," he whispered, "you can stop now."
"What if I don't want to?" I whispered back between nibbles and bites.
"Well, that would be a problem wouldn't it?" He raised his head and met my eyes. He looked terribly unsure and scrumptious. "We really shouldn't be taking it this far, Seamus."
"Why ever not, my precious?" I purred in his ear. The fact that he'd said "shouldn't" was a clear sign to a veteran player like me that I was so in for a shag.
"Because!" he said, his voice showing more than a hint of defeat, "I-Draco..." The little succubus was interrupted by my skillful hand which had slid between his thighs and was massaging his crotch. "Oh no," he moaned softly.
The evident lust in his voice consumed me and my breath caught in my throat. I applied more pressure to his sensitives until he dropped his forehead down on my shoulder. He bit down on my clothed skin in order to silence the sounds fighting to escape from the confines of his lovely throat.
"Don't fight it," I whispered shakily, overcome with devilish desire meself.
"Just take me up to our room, Finnegan," he half-hissed, half-whispered against my chest.
This Irishman did not need to be told twice. I took him into my arms and carried him towards the stairs, winking cheekily at Ron and Hermione, Ron blushing furiously and Hermione with a raised eyebrow and slight grin.
When we were in our room, I threw my little lover on the bed, my own slightly larger body not far behind. As I lay on top of him, tasting his lips, neck and cheeks, I said huskily: "How do you want it, Harry."
"Frankly, I don't care, I just want it *now*!" he replied in a sort of a growl that even Draco would be proud of.
"Alright then," I said and swiftly undid his trousers and slid them off. I loosened my own and before long I was inside him, speeding up with every stroke, eliciting all sorts of moans and gasps from my Harry, including 'Oh Seamus!' which just drove me mad. And best of all, he still had his glasses on.....
After I came inside him my body collapsed on top of his. I bitterly cursed the layers of clothing that seperated us, wanting to feel his sweaty skin against mine. He was breathing hard in my ear and I was sure I'd died and joined old Bog in heaven. But then...
"Draco..."
...it all fell down.
Life is, of course, terrible.
