Title: New Beginnings: The Seventh Year

Summary: Harry begins his seventh year, having to deal with the dangers and joys of life in school. He also notices that a certain someone is quite good-looking… (Slash) Harry/Draco, Ron/Herm, Dean/Seamus

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Chapter 7: Beginning of Relationships

Both stared at each other till Draco motioned for Harry to sit on his bed. When Harry settled himself on Draco's bed, Draco pulled the curtains of the bed closed and cast a silencing spell.

"You do know that they will be misunderstanding what we are doing in here." Harry smiled.

"What ARE we doing in here?"

"I don't know. You were the one who wanted me to come in here. To talk, I presume." Harry looked at Draco, amused. Draco laid down on the inner side of the bed, trying to make himself comfortable without kicking Harry. Harry, thinking only of Draco's comfort, decided to lean on the bed on his elbows alongside Draco on the outer edge of the bed. When he looked up, he realized that his face was just inches beside Draco's face. Draco was very amused by the fact that Harry blushed upon realizing what he unwittingly did.

"Why don't you lie back and we'll just talk? Our heir status means that we need to work together in the future." Draco commented, moving a little as Harry shifted to lie on his back.

"Wow, you did this?" Draco had the habit of enchanting the canopy of his bed at the beginning of every school year to show the outside at different times of the day. In the morning, it would show an outside scene of sunrise. In the evening, it would show the sunset. At the current moment, as Harry looked up with an entranced expression, the canopy was showing the night sky with all the stars and the moon. It was like lying outdoors.

"Yeah, it helps me relax. At night when I can't sleep, I'll just stare up at it and look at the stars. It's quite peaceful." Draco whispered.

Harry nodded. "It is. Why are we whispering? Don't we have a silencing spell up?"

Draco grinned, still looking at the stars. "Yes, but it's cute."

Harry laughed. "But we need to discuss stuff. It's very tiring to discuss in a whisper." He said in his normal voice. "You know, I think we need to be kept informed of things that happen. Do you know about the Order?" He asked. The Order that he was referring to was the Order of the Phoenix, a group of people who were fighting against Vorldemort. He had been told about their existence since fifth year but wasn't asked to join yet, as he was still a student of the school.

Draco nodded. "Dumbledore told me about it. Snape's a member. Sirius and Remus are too. What about it?"

"Dumbledore says that they don't want to involve students in the Order yet. I don't think it's a good idea. Students get information from their parents. Students share that information. News spreads. If we can determine who is trustworthy in the different houses and get them into the Order, it would be more efficient."

"And also that it shouldn't be just because they are Gryffindors, they are okay or just because they are Slytherins, they are not okay. Get what I mean? House prejudice should not be taken into account here."

Harry nodded. "Who do you know in Slytherin is definitely not wanting to serve Voldie?"

"You will realize that Snape is actually a very good judge of character. All the prefects who were chosen are people who don't want to be Death eaters. His reasoning is that in times of the war, we must have at least the prefects to keep the house safe and going, and not apparating to Voldie whenever their Dark Marks burns. Hey, I said Voldie! That name is so much easier to say." Draco grinned. Harry grinned as well. "I mean, no matter when the war starts, there will be younger students in the house. Those who had not been involved by their parents yet. These kids need the prefects around to keep them calm and safe."

"You know, I was wondering, why was Crabbe and Goyle sorted into Slytherin? They seemed to fit right in with the Hufflepuffs. Slytherins are supposed to be cunning." Draco snorted to Harry's comment.

"Let's put it this way. Their fathers tagged behind my father when they were at school. Their fathers are just as horrible as them. My father told their fathers on the way to Hogwarts in their first year to keep thinking in their head how they love to be in Slytherin. It obviously worked. Their sons told me that their father told them to do the exact same thing. They did it, so… there they are. Seems that the sorting hat decided that they were so pathetic, it is pitiful to send them elsewhere. Told that two fools that as well, and they actually used it to boast to me, thinking that it was praise."

Draco stopped talking, and the two continue to stare up in comfortable silence.

Harry spoke up. "There is nothing we can do till we really know what THEY are doing. And we don't really have many spies with Voldie because it's not safe for them. And everything did seem quiet. Voldie and the Death Eaters didn't even seem that stupid that they attack Hogwarts. What can we really do now?"

"There is one thing we can do. Train ourselves up. In DADA, transfiguration and everything we can. We need to know as many hexes as possible. Learn to defend ourselves." Draco answered, turning his head to his left to look at Harry. Then he suddenly laughed, remembering something that Harry said a moment ago. Harry turned to face Draco, in confusion. "Voldie and the Death Eaters. Sounds like a band." Harry too joined in his laughter, still staring at Draco's face.

Draco finally realized that Harry was staring at him. He then stared back at Harry, returning his stare.

Harry wished that he could just lay there staring into Draco's grey eyes forever and be able to forget about everything out there. He wished that he could just forget about the evil overlord who wanted to kill him for the past fifteen or so years, just because he was born into that family. He wished that he was a muggle. But if he was a muggle he would not have the chance to meet Draco, fight with him for six years and become his friend. And be attracted to him when both are living in close quarters. Is that a good or bad thing? All Harry knew was that things had been moving too fast since he woke up the day before. Harry turned his head up to stare up at the starlit canopy and sighed, closing his eyes. He was almost sure that Draco could read his every thought in his eyes when they were staring at each other just now. Then he felt a pressure on his chest when he felt Draco shift beside him. Opening his eyes and looking down, he saw that Draco had shifted his head to lie on his chest instead of the pillow. He didn't know what to do except bring his right hand up and placing in it lightly on Draco's neck, playing with Draco's hair. Strangely he was comfortable in this position.

Draco breathed in deeply as he seemingly absorbed Harry's presence. After learning about his true heritage, all he wanted was a little bit of comfort. And Harry seemed to be a suitable choice because both seemed to be in the same predicament. And the added fact that Draco was deeply attracted to Harry. He then realized that the attraction did not start the day before. The attraction started way back before the first year when he met Harry in the robe shop. He wanted to attract the attention of Harry, but Harry seemed unmoved then. The only one whom Harry seemed so attached to then was Hagrid, which was the reason why Draco treated Hagrid so horribly in all the years he was attending the classes Hagrid taught. All these past six years was Draco searching for attention from Harry. And he was now lying on Harry's chest. I feel like purring, he smiled. Now I know how the werewolf felt just now.

"Draco, what's happening?" Harry whispered.

"I don't know." Draco answered, with his eyes closed.

"Everything's happening so fast. We were enemies. We became friends. I… I think I like you." Harry blurted out.

Draco lifted his head to stare at Harry's emerald eyes. He then shifted till he was above Harry, supporting his own body with his elbows. "I like you too. But it is happening too fast. Want to slow it down? Because I don't play around. I don't want to just have sex. I rather that there are feelings between us before we do anything. Is that okay?"

Harry nodded, relieved. "I think I better tell you this first. I don't have… much experience. Um… actually… none at all." Harry blushed.

Draco licked his lips slowly, catching Harry staring at them. "Never? All the more to slow down. Kissed before?" Harry shook his head. Draco breathed in deeply. The fact that Harry was … SO inexperienced was so tempting. "Want to try a kiss first?" Draco whispered in a husky voice. I haven't even kissed him yet and I'm already aroused. Control.

            Harry blushed even redder and gave a slight nod. Draco slowly bent his head down and touched his lips to Harry's. It started out as a chaste kiss but that only lasted for three seconds. Harry caught Draco's lower lip and started nibbling. Draco thus tried deepening his kiss, by touching his tongue to Harry's upper lip and the next moment, Harry let go of Draco's lower lip as Draco stuck his tongue into Harry's mouth. Harry had never felt like that before and even though he was lying on the bed, he had a falling sensation and he brought one hand to Draco's hips and the other hand went behind Draco's neck. When both finally came up for air, Draco saw that Harry's eyes were dilated, his face flushed and his lips slightly swollen. Draco knew that he needed to be rational if they wanted to go slow. Draco got up and sat down, with his back against the wall, breathing like he had run a marathon. He looked at Harry, who was smiling, before Draco lifted Harry's right hand up to his mouth and gave a soft kiss on his knuckles.

            "And, my dear Harry, that's all we are doing today." Draco said in his husky voice, while staring at Harry's eyes.

            Harry happily stared up at the canopy of stars again, trying to get his breath back and to cool his arousal down. Wow, he really knows how to kiss. My first kiss! If anyone told me six years ago that I'll lose my first kiss to Draco Malfoy, I would think that person is mad. And he's slowing down things so as not to hurry me. Harry grinned; his whole body was filled with elation for finding such a wonderful person.

            They kept their hands linked as Harry looked up at the stars, and Draco looked at Harry. However the moment was disturbed by Seamus who flung open their curtains. At that moment, their hands let go and Seamus exclaimed, "What were you two doing in there? Nothing naughty I hope."

            Harry looked at Draco, who shook his head slightly. "Seam, nothing, we are just discussing about Voldemort and staring at this." He pointed up at the canopy. Seamus looked up and gasped.

            "Wow, Draco! This is like outside, if you bring a lover to make love in this bed, it would look like you are making love outdoors! Can I borrow your bed some time?" Seamus then sat down at the end of the bed, looking up at the canopy. "By the way, I'm thinking of starting a fling. Who should I target this time? Which house? The only good looking one left in Slytherin is Zabini, seeing that Draco is here. Hmm…"

            By then all the guys were in the room. Ron just sat down on his bed as it was not the first time Seamus rambled off such questions. But Seamus was the only guy who did not notice that every other guy in the room shot a glare at Dean, whose face seemed to pale when Seamus asked the question. He bit his lip when he saw the frown on both Harry's and Draco's face. Even Neville was frowning at him.

            "Hey, Seamus. I need to tell you something. Come here, will you?" Dean finally said to Seamus. There was a collective breath of relief from the three boys that Dean finally decided to do SOMETHING. Seamus got up from Draco's bed, walked to his own bed and sat down. Dean also got on Seamus' bed and closed the curtains, casting a silencing spell.

            "What's so secretive?" Seamus asked, grinning to hide the fact that being in enclosed space with Dean alone was affecting him.

            Dean breathed in deeply, wondering how to tell Seamus that he is in love with him. He decided to try the same method he used with Harry on the Hogwarts Express. "Seam, during the summer, I kept having dreams. Dreams about a certain someone." Dean said, refusing to look at Seamus.

            "Woo… so you like someone new huh? Who is she?" Seamus tried to make it seemed that he was happy for Dean, but deep down inside, his heart was breaking.  AGAIN. No sleep for me tonight again.

            "It's a he." Dean said, finally bringing his eyes to look at Seamus.

            Seamus' jaw dropped, as his mind scrambled to process this new piece of information. Then he remembered that on the Hogwarts Express, Dean left with Harry for a 'walk'. It can't be Harry, could it? He thought to himself, as he tried to keep his emotions in control but failing. If it was some girl, I can't say anything. But now that it's Harry, then how on earth am I supposed to compete? I'm just Seamus, the annoying one who annoys the hell out of everyone. He's smart, good-looking and famous.

            Dean was wondering what Seamus was thinking when he didn't say anything. He wondered if Seamus was too shocked as he seemed to have difficulty breathing and his eyes turned misty. "Seamus?"

            Seamus blurted out, "It's Harry isn't it? Of course it's Harry. You went with him on a walk on the Express. He's so smart and gorgeous. And there I was trying to pair Harry up with Draco… you must have been laughing at me behind my back, isn't it? Poor Seamus, not knowing that…" Seamus couldn't say anything more, as his tears were threatening to fall from his eyes. Dean's eyes widened, as he realized that Seamus thought that he liked Harry. Looking at Seamus who was almost going to start sobbing, he realized how much Seamus really liked him. It was humbling, and at that moment, he did the only thing he could think of and the only thing he wanted to do for the whole day. He leant over Seamus, grabbed hold of Seamus' hands, pinned Seamus to the bed and kissed him, put all his emotions into the kiss.

            Seamus was in shock for the first five seconds, with his eyes open, staring up at Dean. Then his eyes slowly slipped closed as he melted into the kiss. Dean's hands slowly let go of Seamus' hands and reached up to cradle Seamus' face. Seamus' hands moved to Dean's waist to hold him there. Dean then slowly brought his lower body to rest on Seamus' body and rubbed his body against Seamus. All he heard was a moan from Seamus, as he brought his mouth away from Seamus' mouth and he softly kissed Seamus' forehead, both his closed eyes, his nose and headed for Seamus' earlobe. He nibbled on it before whispering, "I dreamt about YOU. EVERY damn night for the WHOLE bloody summer." He then pulled back to look at Seamus' face.

            Seamus felt like he was in heaven. He had been in love with Dean for almost two years. It was like a dream come true for him. He could feel his eyes go wet again, as he blinked to get rid of the tears. Dean just kissed me! He wants me! Why should I be crying? I should be laughing! So he smiled up at Dean and said softly, "I love you Dean."

            Dean gave him a chaste kiss. "I know. I love you too." He said, seeing Seamus beam up at him. Seamus reached up to bring Dean's head down and he kissed Dean, moving his tongue into his mouth and trying to taste every corner of Dean's mouth. He pushed Dean onto his back, with their mouths still attached to each other, as Seamus's fingers started pulling Dean's robes up. They let go of each other's mouths as Dean flunked off his robe and Seamus took off his own t-shirt. Seamus then attacked Dean's neck as his fingers hurriedly unbuttoned Dean's shirt. As his mouth and tongue was worshipping Dean's chest, his fingers slipped down to Dean's jeans and nimble fingers unbuttoned and unzipped it. The next thing Dean knew, he was naked except for his boxers. Looking down, he saw that Seamus was still half-dressed, and he was about to voice his objections when Seamus' tongue started tracing circles around his right nipple, with his hands tracing similar circles around his other nipple. Dean swiftly forgot what he wanted to say and arched his chest up towards Seamus. Seamus looked up at Dean, locked eyes with the person under him and took the nipple into his mouth sucking it. Dean nearly leapt off his back at the sensation. At the same time Seamus was pinching Dean's other nipple, still looking up at Dean, whose eyes had closed to enjoy the sensation. Seamus then slipped the nipple out of his mouth as his tongue and mouth continued to worship Dean downwards. He delicately licked Dean's navel, and finally used his hands to take off Dean's boxers. Looking up at Dean, he caught his lover looking at him and maintaining that eye contact, he licked his lips slowly. Dean whimpered. Without warning, Seamus took Dean's erection into his mouth and sucked hard.

            "Oh SHIT… Seam…." Dean reached his hand down to touch Seamus' hair, trying to urge him to take more of himself into his mouth. Seamus' mouth was warm and moist and his tongue was stimulating the underside of his cock. "Seam… can't hold back…" Seamus seemed to suck harder upon hearing that and Dean felt a finger thrusting slightly into the entrance of his body, the sensation being so surprising and with the three months worth of wet dreams urging him on, his body exploded into orgasmic bliss.

            A few minutes later, he felt Seamus settle his body onto his as he opened his eyes to look up at his Irish lover. "You okay? I think you passed out for a second or so. I wasn't that good, was I?" Seamus smiled tenderly at Dean, before he pressed his nose into the wonderful spot of flesh just below Dean's ear and hummed contentedly.

            "Give me a while and I repay the favor." Dean lazily whispered, dropping a kiss on Seamus' shoulder. He didn't want to move at that moment as Seamus felt so right in his arms. Seamus shook his head. "Why ever not?"

            "Came in my pants. Just want to lie here, in your arms." Seamus said, shifting himself so that Dean was embracing his currently naked self better. Dean pulled the bracket up to cover the both of them. "Stay with me tonight?" Seamus asked. Dean nodded, kissing Seamus on his forehead.

            "Seam? What's going to happen tomorrow?" Dean asked, tilting his head so that it rested on Seamus' head.

            "I don't know. Depends on what you want? You want me to stop flirting with people?" Seamus smiled into Dean's neck.

            Dean thought about it and shook his head. "Flirting with people is part of what I adore so much about you. And it IS part of you. Just like you never stop talking. I don't really mind the flirting, so long as at the end of the flirting, you come back to me." Dean answered, tightening the embrace.

            Seamus pushed himself up to look into Dean's eyes. "When I finally got you after two years? Always. I'll always come back to you." He kissed Dean on the lips lightly before leaning back into his previous position, closing his eyes with a sigh.

            "Why did you not mention it to me for so long? Oh God. And last year I…" Dean sighed as he remembered the previous year's events. He must have hurt Seamus so much.

            "It's not important. What's more important is that you are here with me NOW and I'm never going to let you go. I'm going to parade you in front of the whole school tomorrow to tell them that Seamus Finnegan is not going to fool around anymore. And they can settle that stupid wager I heard going around regarding my love life that they think I don't know about. I love you Dean." Seamus started to drift off to sleep.

            Dean smiled. "Love you too." He replied as he also closed his eyes.

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A/N: THIS IS HORRIBLE!!!! How do you people out there do it???? I have never even been kissed and here I am writing SMUT!!!! I never even took biology in my life!!!! If anyone can write a better scene… with the same dialogue or so…. Feel free to drop me a note in the reviews. I'll email you or something and get it…. Then I'll let you have the chapter… mind you… only the chapter… the Draco and Harry kiss is bad enough… the Seamus and Dean thing was even worse!!!! And I still need to plan at least a Draco and Harry sex scene… ARGH!!!!!!!!! *tearing out my hair* next time Seamus and Dean do it… all I'm gonna put is… Dean/Seamus pull Seamus/Dean behind their bed curtains….next fanfic (if there is really a next) I should focus more on adventure than romance huh??? But the romance part is just so…. Cute!!! SIGH…. Reviews pls….