A/N:*grin* Attack of the killer cliffies! Muhahaha. Sorry for the wait.
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Harry loved the way Seamus tasted- heavenly and salty sweet. It was addicting and try as he might, he just couldn't tear himself away from Seamus's silken lips. His hands had taken on a life of their own and refused to stop wandering over the planes of Seamus's hips and shoulder blades, which was bad, very bad, because he had about thirty minutes to get dressed and out of the Slytherin dorms.
Harry's nervousness had been replaced by a pressing need as Seamus muttered instructions into his ear that made him blush to hear but made Seamus moan ever so nicely when executed. "Now," Seamus gasped.
"Now what?" Harry asked, a little uncertain as to what he was supposed to do. Seamus's legs tightened around Harry's waist and with a fluid movement of Seamus's hips, he was in.
Of all the places his imagination taken him, this wasn't one of them. Seamus writhing and gasping beneath him, yes, but never Seamus gasping and writhing with Harry deep inside of him and insensible to everything but the blond boy beneath him and all around him. He moved his hips experimentally, which elicited a favorable response from his partner. Encouraged, Harry thrust faster, trying to stay lost in a whirl of sensation and out race his sense of justice.
He wasn't stupid. He could put two and two together and arrive within a few decimal places of four. Seamus wanted Draco. Tomorrow, in this bed, he'd probably screw Draco. Hell, he might not even wait until tomorrow. Right now, he couldn't care less. You only live once. Besides, how many times was Seamus going to make a pass at him? He was not Draco. He wasn't beautiful. He wasn't sexy. He wasn't charming. He was just a scrawny, awkward, inarticulate, amazingly trite poster boy for all that was good. No. Fuck that. He was not the poster boy for all that was good. This was good. Being with Seamus in his rival's bed was good and felt so astoundingly right and wrong at the same time. So yes, fuck that. Fuck them all. Most importantly fuck Seamus.
His cries mingled with Seamus's and he collapsed beside him, noting that the canopy of Draco's bed was enchanted to look like a starry night. He turned to look at Seamus. Seamus smiled at him, but Harry found himself incapable of smiling back. His previous recklessness had disappeared. This hadn't been what he wanted from Seamus. Not that he was going to complain about it, but...//And this is why being me really sucks// he thought as his guilt begun tying his insides in knots.
Seamus had used him. He knew it. It didn't bother him less than five minutes ago. Five minutes ago he had been a willing accomplice in some form of revenge and he was perfectly okay with it. Why did he feel differently now? //Because I'm sick of being used. Because I hate not being treated as a person. I hate being treated as a god or an object to be had. I hate that Seamus didn't want me for who I am, but whom he could hurt with me.// And that was truly painful. He had just experienced the most personal thing that could pass between two people... and it had very little to do with him.
"Next time, I think we'll need more than an hour and a half," Seamus said.
"There won't be a next time," Harry replied quietly.
"What do you mean?"
"I don't want to be dragged in to your sordid little affair with Draco. I won't be with you because you had another quarrel with him."
"Oh really?" Seamus remarked, eyebrow raised.
"Really."
"You weren't having that train of thought an hour ago. Unless I was mistaken you seemed quite eager at the chance."
"You're right."
"So that's it? 'Good-bye, Seamus. Nice shagging you, but I think I'll just leave now?'"
"Isn't that how you're relationship with Draco works?" Harry asked. It was a cheap shot, but he really didn't care. Seamus's eyes flashed indignantly.
"Don't you dare talk about my relationship. You don't exactly have a perfect record either. You went out with Ginny for three days before she decided you were an emotional wreck and dumped you and you're with Ron so often that if Hermione hadn't decided to snog him senseless in front of everybody, people would think that you two were involved."
"Involved with Ron?" Harry's nose wrinkled in disgust. "Whatever, Seamus. See you around." With that, Harry gathered up his clothes and shut the door behind him, leaving Seamus to glare at the door with a look that could corrode steel.
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love,
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Thank you all, no specific names because ff.net doesn't like them. I love you all dearly anyway.
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Harry loved the way Seamus tasted- heavenly and salty sweet. It was addicting and try as he might, he just couldn't tear himself away from Seamus's silken lips. His hands had taken on a life of their own and refused to stop wandering over the planes of Seamus's hips and shoulder blades, which was bad, very bad, because he had about thirty minutes to get dressed and out of the Slytherin dorms.
Harry's nervousness had been replaced by a pressing need as Seamus muttered instructions into his ear that made him blush to hear but made Seamus moan ever so nicely when executed. "Now," Seamus gasped.
"Now what?" Harry asked, a little uncertain as to what he was supposed to do. Seamus's legs tightened around Harry's waist and with a fluid movement of Seamus's hips, he was in.
Of all the places his imagination taken him, this wasn't one of them. Seamus writhing and gasping beneath him, yes, but never Seamus gasping and writhing with Harry deep inside of him and insensible to everything but the blond boy beneath him and all around him. He moved his hips experimentally, which elicited a favorable response from his partner. Encouraged, Harry thrust faster, trying to stay lost in a whirl of sensation and out race his sense of justice.
He wasn't stupid. He could put two and two together and arrive within a few decimal places of four. Seamus wanted Draco. Tomorrow, in this bed, he'd probably screw Draco. Hell, he might not even wait until tomorrow. Right now, he couldn't care less. You only live once. Besides, how many times was Seamus going to make a pass at him? He was not Draco. He wasn't beautiful. He wasn't sexy. He wasn't charming. He was just a scrawny, awkward, inarticulate, amazingly trite poster boy for all that was good. No. Fuck that. He was not the poster boy for all that was good. This was good. Being with Seamus in his rival's bed was good and felt so astoundingly right and wrong at the same time. So yes, fuck that. Fuck them all. Most importantly fuck Seamus.
His cries mingled with Seamus's and he collapsed beside him, noting that the canopy of Draco's bed was enchanted to look like a starry night. He turned to look at Seamus. Seamus smiled at him, but Harry found himself incapable of smiling back. His previous recklessness had disappeared. This hadn't been what he wanted from Seamus. Not that he was going to complain about it, but...//And this is why being me really sucks// he thought as his guilt begun tying his insides in knots.
Seamus had used him. He knew it. It didn't bother him less than five minutes ago. Five minutes ago he had been a willing accomplice in some form of revenge and he was perfectly okay with it. Why did he feel differently now? //Because I'm sick of being used. Because I hate not being treated as a person. I hate being treated as a god or an object to be had. I hate that Seamus didn't want me for who I am, but whom he could hurt with me.// And that was truly painful. He had just experienced the most personal thing that could pass between two people... and it had very little to do with him.
"Next time, I think we'll need more than an hour and a half," Seamus said.
"There won't be a next time," Harry replied quietly.
"What do you mean?"
"I don't want to be dragged in to your sordid little affair with Draco. I won't be with you because you had another quarrel with him."
"Oh really?" Seamus remarked, eyebrow raised.
"Really."
"You weren't having that train of thought an hour ago. Unless I was mistaken you seemed quite eager at the chance."
"You're right."
"So that's it? 'Good-bye, Seamus. Nice shagging you, but I think I'll just leave now?'"
"Isn't that how you're relationship with Draco works?" Harry asked. It was a cheap shot, but he really didn't care. Seamus's eyes flashed indignantly.
"Don't you dare talk about my relationship. You don't exactly have a perfect record either. You went out with Ginny for three days before she decided you were an emotional wreck and dumped you and you're with Ron so often that if Hermione hadn't decided to snog him senseless in front of everybody, people would think that you two were involved."
"Involved with Ron?" Harry's nose wrinkled in disgust. "Whatever, Seamus. See you around." With that, Harry gathered up his clothes and shut the door behind him, leaving Seamus to glare at the door with a look that could corrode steel.
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