A/N: Wvy, Bel and Lan liked this, so I'm posting it.
Thank you RandomThought, Tygeress, Jessica, Gwenn, Merii, Rebecca, Courteney, Pepperjack Candy, MiniMe, Rubicon, and Fluer---@ (I finally got used to writing Harry).
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Harry got about halfway down the stairs before the thought hit him with full force: //God, I'm an idiot! Charles Hamilton to your Scarlett?// He knew it had been a bad idea to let Aunt Petunia convince him to watch Gone with the Wind. Uncle Vernon and Dudley absolutely abhorred that movie and Aunt Petunia didn't want to watch it alone. She needed someone to hand her tissues at the end. So Harry was volunteered. On the upside, Aunt Petunia was civil for about three hours and almost bearable for two weeks, but what good was that if he was going to be an imbecile at a time like this?
Seamus Finnigan had been on top of him and Harry had turned him down. It had been the noble thing to do, but nobility did nothing to stop him from mentally kicking his own ass. //Hell, at this rate, I'll die a virgin. Then they can canonize me. That should certainly qualify as a miracle. I can be St. Potter- patron to all those who let high ideals muck everything up.// He laughed at himself. //Bitter much?// No, just very frustrated.
Meanwhile Seamus fumed quietly in the dorm. He wasn't mad at Harry. Harry had been surprisingly responsive to Seamus being a cruel tease. He had been all over Harry because Harry was there and he didn't seem to ache like Seamus could ache- raw and nearly trembling with the need to feel someone inside you- all around you, someone who knew how much you needed them and shamelessly exploited it, someone like Draco. And for once Seamus wanted to know if the Boy who was All that was Good and Golden could be hurt. No, Seamus wasn't mad. He was jealous. Jealous that Harry had no one that could hurt him the way Draco could.
He was also jealous of Pansy, though he was loathe admitting it even to himself. Pansy had a legitimate claim on Draco and the satisfaction of knowing that wherever Draco may wander, he always came back to her. Of course, it wasn't Draco's choice but at least she couldn't be dropped in a heartbeat. Because tonight she had been with Draco and Seamus had been there to see it. He felt horribly betrayed, irreparably damaged and even more bruised with the knowledge that despite this latest injury, tomorrow night would find him in Draco's bed once more.
Draco, for his part, was perfectly aware that he was being a cold-hearted bastard in regard to Seamus. He was also aware that treating Seamus the way he did gave him a strange sort of thrill. He should probably have that checked out. Seamus was beautiful when he was crushed- tears obscuring his eyes, which were begging Draco not to hurt him again, to hold him and tell him that Pansy was nothing to him. At times like those part of Draco wanted to do just that and then he twisted the knife a little deeper and succeeded in wounding Seamus even more. He hurt Seamus for one reason: he could.
He could treat Seamus horribly, but Seamus always came back wanting him still. Of this Draco was immensely glad. He needed Seamus as badly as Seamus needed him. Maybe even more. His nights with Seamus kept him sane. With his father putting pressure on him and Pansy hanging all over him, Seamus was the only one who made no demands on him with the exception of "harder, faster, more." And Draco could handle that.
He shuddered to think of Pansy. She was dumb, but she was a bitch. No, wait, that wasn't right. Let's try that again. She was dumb, but she was annoying. No! One last time. She was dumb, but she was vain. //Okay, that settles it then. She has absolutely no redeeming qualities.// And he was engaged to her. He could thank his parents for that one. All he could do about the situation was muster enough self-control not to gnaw his arm off in order to escape Pansy as she clung to it.
Tonight had been a fluke. Draco had been hoping to avoid serious physical contact with Pansy until he was dead. He had heard that Muggles could create children in test tubes. How wonderful! He could produce an heir and not sleep with that god-awful woman. Pansy didn't see it that way. Tonight she had been most insistent and Draco couldn't pry her off. Unfortunately, Seamus was supposed to meet him tonight. After Seamus had fled looking severely pained, Pansy smiled complacently, got dressed, and left. //She did that on purpose. Damn her.//
He owed Seamus an apology. Draco got out a quill and some parchment and began to write a note. "Dear Mr. Heinz, I require your services once more. Please deliver one dozen white roses to a Mr. Seamus Finnigan at breakfast tomorrow morning. It is most important. Regards, Draco Malfoy." He hoped it would be enough.
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Will Draco's apology go over well? I mulling over continuing chapter 6. I know that if I leave it the way it is, some of you will kill me because of where I stopped. Decisions, decisions...Review, dears!
love,
J. Silver
Thank you RandomThought, Tygeress, Jessica, Gwenn, Merii, Rebecca, Courteney, Pepperjack Candy, MiniMe, Rubicon, and Fluer---@ (I finally got used to writing Harry).
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Harry got about halfway down the stairs before the thought hit him with full force: //God, I'm an idiot! Charles Hamilton to your Scarlett?// He knew it had been a bad idea to let Aunt Petunia convince him to watch Gone with the Wind. Uncle Vernon and Dudley absolutely abhorred that movie and Aunt Petunia didn't want to watch it alone. She needed someone to hand her tissues at the end. So Harry was volunteered. On the upside, Aunt Petunia was civil for about three hours and almost bearable for two weeks, but what good was that if he was going to be an imbecile at a time like this?
Seamus Finnigan had been on top of him and Harry had turned him down. It had been the noble thing to do, but nobility did nothing to stop him from mentally kicking his own ass. //Hell, at this rate, I'll die a virgin. Then they can canonize me. That should certainly qualify as a miracle. I can be St. Potter- patron to all those who let high ideals muck everything up.// He laughed at himself. //Bitter much?// No, just very frustrated.
Meanwhile Seamus fumed quietly in the dorm. He wasn't mad at Harry. Harry had been surprisingly responsive to Seamus being a cruel tease. He had been all over Harry because Harry was there and he didn't seem to ache like Seamus could ache- raw and nearly trembling with the need to feel someone inside you- all around you, someone who knew how much you needed them and shamelessly exploited it, someone like Draco. And for once Seamus wanted to know if the Boy who was All that was Good and Golden could be hurt. No, Seamus wasn't mad. He was jealous. Jealous that Harry had no one that could hurt him the way Draco could.
He was also jealous of Pansy, though he was loathe admitting it even to himself. Pansy had a legitimate claim on Draco and the satisfaction of knowing that wherever Draco may wander, he always came back to her. Of course, it wasn't Draco's choice but at least she couldn't be dropped in a heartbeat. Because tonight she had been with Draco and Seamus had been there to see it. He felt horribly betrayed, irreparably damaged and even more bruised with the knowledge that despite this latest injury, tomorrow night would find him in Draco's bed once more.
Draco, for his part, was perfectly aware that he was being a cold-hearted bastard in regard to Seamus. He was also aware that treating Seamus the way he did gave him a strange sort of thrill. He should probably have that checked out. Seamus was beautiful when he was crushed- tears obscuring his eyes, which were begging Draco not to hurt him again, to hold him and tell him that Pansy was nothing to him. At times like those part of Draco wanted to do just that and then he twisted the knife a little deeper and succeeded in wounding Seamus even more. He hurt Seamus for one reason: he could.
He could treat Seamus horribly, but Seamus always came back wanting him still. Of this Draco was immensely glad. He needed Seamus as badly as Seamus needed him. Maybe even more. His nights with Seamus kept him sane. With his father putting pressure on him and Pansy hanging all over him, Seamus was the only one who made no demands on him with the exception of "harder, faster, more." And Draco could handle that.
He shuddered to think of Pansy. She was dumb, but she was a bitch. No, wait, that wasn't right. Let's try that again. She was dumb, but she was annoying. No! One last time. She was dumb, but she was vain. //Okay, that settles it then. She has absolutely no redeeming qualities.// And he was engaged to her. He could thank his parents for that one. All he could do about the situation was muster enough self-control not to gnaw his arm off in order to escape Pansy as she clung to it.
Tonight had been a fluke. Draco had been hoping to avoid serious physical contact with Pansy until he was dead. He had heard that Muggles could create children in test tubes. How wonderful! He could produce an heir and not sleep with that god-awful woman. Pansy didn't see it that way. Tonight she had been most insistent and Draco couldn't pry her off. Unfortunately, Seamus was supposed to meet him tonight. After Seamus had fled looking severely pained, Pansy smiled complacently, got dressed, and left. //She did that on purpose. Damn her.//
He owed Seamus an apology. Draco got out a quill and some parchment and began to write a note. "Dear Mr. Heinz, I require your services once more. Please deliver one dozen white roses to a Mr. Seamus Finnigan at breakfast tomorrow morning. It is most important. Regards, Draco Malfoy." He hoped it would be enough.
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Will Draco's apology go over well? I mulling over continuing chapter 6. I know that if I leave it the way it is, some of you will kill me because of where I stopped. Decisions, decisions...Review, dears!
love,
J. Silver