A/N: It's been a very long time. My apologies. I didn't know when the
chapter had finished itself.
Thank you sincerely to those who have reviewed this story: Neila, Flann, BlueBananas, Vi, Helga of Wurm, stormyfire, dee, Tine, ShadowQuirk (what is this thing you call plot?), Duo, Nuriko no tenshi, MK, coriander, Trisana, Jane, Rehanna, stainedinurblood, YG, and Jubilee3
For Wyv, Bel, and Lan.as always
***
It was the kind of kiss you see in movies. It was ridiculous how much of a stereotype it was. Harry was breathless, wanting to melt in Draco's arms, his knees buckling. The kiss seemed to reach right into his rib cage and rip out the blackness that had gathered there in the months since Cedric's death.
And it was all Draco Malfoy's doing.
And then Seamus had shown up and the newly cleared up space was filled up with instant guilt. Harry at first had simply groaned and let his head fall on Draco's shoulder, aware that this probably wasn't the best course of action, but he couldn't bear the thought of facing Seamus. Draco, meanwhile, had frozen. He had taken one look at Seamus' horror-stricken face and he had turned to stone, body rigid, expression giving away nothing.
Seamus looked from one boy to the other.from his lover to his friend and immediately his brain started to click the pieces into place. He gasped. Or he would have gasped, except he had suddenly forgotten how to breathe. When he did remember all that came out was a strangled cry. His hands went to his face, covering his eyes as if to block out the scene in front of him. Harry raised his head. His eyes met Seamus' long enough to see the tears and then Seamus was gone, footsteps echoing down the passage.
It was then that Draco moved. "I have to go after him," he said quietly. Harry nodded. Draco looked at Harry, his gaze thoughtful. He leaned in, his lips brushing Harry's softly. He withdrew and the cold air rushed to fill in the space where Draco's body had been and Harry wrapped his arms around himself, feeling strangely bereft.
Draco found Seamus in the Slytherin dormitories, bent upon destroying everything Draco owned, his progress unchecked by the lack of occupants in the room. Not that anyone was going to stop Seamus. Draco, unsurprisingly enough, had allies but no real friends and it was everyone's opinion except for a select few that Draco was an unfeeling, arrogant bastard with impeccable table manners and a nice arse.
"Seamus." There went the curtains on Draco's bed. "Seamus!" There went Draco's inkpots. They shattered-- black, silver, and red ink oozing slowly into the fibers of the rugs. Seamus opened Draco's trunks. "SEAMUS ALEXANDER FINNIGAN! IF YOU LAY A FINGER ON MY CLOTHES, I WILL TIE YOU DOWN AND HURT YOU!" It wasn't a yell exactly, more like an authoritative bark. Seamus paused, turquoise eyes glaring at Draco. "Since when do you need to tie me down in order to hurt me?" he asked. And then Draco noticed the tears.
"Damn it, Draco, the only things you care about are yourself, your father, your clothes, and yourself- in that order," Seamus said, slamming the lid of the trunk down. "You said 'yourself' twice," Draco noted. "You love yourself so much, I figured it was worth being mentioned twice." "That's not true," Draco said quietly, more for his own benefit then Seamus'. "Isn't it? So that's not why you're screwing me over and just plain screwing Harry?" Draco started to protest. "Don't you dare lie to me. I can tell you're shagging him. You are such an arrogant bastard. You can't even stop yourself from smiling at the thought. "
Draco thought that was unfair. He only smiled because Seamus had such an original turn of phrase. Seamus slumped down onto the trunk.
"You couldn't leave him alone. You couldn't stand the thought that your little fucktoy had been with somebody else. So you had to get even. You had to soothe your pride."
"You're not my fucktoy," Draco said. The very word tasted like dirt in his mouth and every sense he had revolted against the idea.
"No. No I'm not. If I were just your fucktoy, I wouldn't have to put up with Pansy and Blaise and the whole world telling me that you're an evil git and I should move on. If it was just about sex, then I'd have moved on, but it's not about that. I love you."
Draco thought he was going to be sick. He felt unbearably lightheaded and the room just wouldn't stay still. He stared at Seamus in mute shock, his mouth gaping in the most inelegant fashion. Once the initial shock wore off, Draco did the worst thing he could possibly do: He laughed. He laughed hysterically, clutching his sides and leaning against a bedpost for support. He calmed down, eyes sparkling with the remnants of mirth.
"Seamus, you can't possibly love me." "Why not?" Seamus snapped. Draco's eyes widened. "Why not? Because it's ridiculous!" Seamus eyes softened and when he spoke, he voice was very soft. "Why is that ridiculous?" Well that was a very good question because Draco didn't really know so he said the first thing that popped into his head. "Because I'm going to marry Pansy." Incidentally, this was the worst thing he could have said. "So that excuses everything?" Seamus said. He stooped down and picked up one of Draco's textbooks. "Nothing matters because you're going to marry Pansy?" The textbook narrowly avoided Draco's head. "You son of a bitch! I love you and it doesn't count, can't exist because you're going to marry a-- a--" But apparently Seamus couldn't find a word bad enough to call Pansy because he just picked up something else heavy and with a lot of hard edges and hurled it at Draco's stomach. Draco sidestepped and held up his arms protectively, approaching the Irish boy carefully. "Seamus-" "I can't believe you! Don't you dare 'Seamus' me!" Another heavy object went whizzing past Draco. "Listen to me." "Stay away from me," Seamus warned. "I just want to talk to you." "Well I don't want to talk because every time you talk, you lie. So save it for Pansy and save it for the papers and save it for yourself!" And with that, Seamus headed for Draco's trunk.
Draco dived for Seamus. It wasn't to save his clothes. He hadn't even thought about them since he entered the room. But it seemed that the only way Seamus would listen to him was if Draco had him pinned. Seamus let out an inhuman scream as Draco's arms closed around him.
"Get off me, you slimy bastard. You make me sick!" Seamus writhed and bucked beneath Draco, who was starting to break out in a sweat from the effort required to hold Seamus down. "I'm not getting off you until you listen," Draco replied, pinning down Seamus' wrists. "I don't have forever!" Seamus retorted. "I do." Seamus stopped moving, panting a little from his theatrics. Gaining confidence with each second Seamus didn't go Veela on him and tear him to shreds, Draco released his grip on Seamus' wrists. Seamus looked Draco from beneath half-lowered lids and made no move as Draco raised a hand to his face.Draco's touch was tentative, starting at the other boy's cheekbone and brushing back into his hair. Seamus closed his eyes and sighed. Draco let his hand fall to the side. Seamus opened his eyes.
"Fuck yourself, Malfoy." It was quiet and deadly serious. In shock, Draco watched as Seamus slid out from under him and scrambled away.
*** Apologies once again, m'dears. Always open to suggestions, comments, criticisms, and chastisement for taking so sodding long!
With love, J. Silver
Thank you sincerely to those who have reviewed this story: Neila, Flann, BlueBananas, Vi, Helga of Wurm, stormyfire, dee, Tine, ShadowQuirk (what is this thing you call plot?), Duo, Nuriko no tenshi, MK, coriander, Trisana, Jane, Rehanna, stainedinurblood, YG, and Jubilee3
For Wyv, Bel, and Lan.as always
***
It was the kind of kiss you see in movies. It was ridiculous how much of a stereotype it was. Harry was breathless, wanting to melt in Draco's arms, his knees buckling. The kiss seemed to reach right into his rib cage and rip out the blackness that had gathered there in the months since Cedric's death.
And it was all Draco Malfoy's doing.
And then Seamus had shown up and the newly cleared up space was filled up with instant guilt. Harry at first had simply groaned and let his head fall on Draco's shoulder, aware that this probably wasn't the best course of action, but he couldn't bear the thought of facing Seamus. Draco, meanwhile, had frozen. He had taken one look at Seamus' horror-stricken face and he had turned to stone, body rigid, expression giving away nothing.
Seamus looked from one boy to the other.from his lover to his friend and immediately his brain started to click the pieces into place. He gasped. Or he would have gasped, except he had suddenly forgotten how to breathe. When he did remember all that came out was a strangled cry. His hands went to his face, covering his eyes as if to block out the scene in front of him. Harry raised his head. His eyes met Seamus' long enough to see the tears and then Seamus was gone, footsteps echoing down the passage.
It was then that Draco moved. "I have to go after him," he said quietly. Harry nodded. Draco looked at Harry, his gaze thoughtful. He leaned in, his lips brushing Harry's softly. He withdrew and the cold air rushed to fill in the space where Draco's body had been and Harry wrapped his arms around himself, feeling strangely bereft.
Draco found Seamus in the Slytherin dormitories, bent upon destroying everything Draco owned, his progress unchecked by the lack of occupants in the room. Not that anyone was going to stop Seamus. Draco, unsurprisingly enough, had allies but no real friends and it was everyone's opinion except for a select few that Draco was an unfeeling, arrogant bastard with impeccable table manners and a nice arse.
"Seamus." There went the curtains on Draco's bed. "Seamus!" There went Draco's inkpots. They shattered-- black, silver, and red ink oozing slowly into the fibers of the rugs. Seamus opened Draco's trunks. "SEAMUS ALEXANDER FINNIGAN! IF YOU LAY A FINGER ON MY CLOTHES, I WILL TIE YOU DOWN AND HURT YOU!" It wasn't a yell exactly, more like an authoritative bark. Seamus paused, turquoise eyes glaring at Draco. "Since when do you need to tie me down in order to hurt me?" he asked. And then Draco noticed the tears.
"Damn it, Draco, the only things you care about are yourself, your father, your clothes, and yourself- in that order," Seamus said, slamming the lid of the trunk down. "You said 'yourself' twice," Draco noted. "You love yourself so much, I figured it was worth being mentioned twice." "That's not true," Draco said quietly, more for his own benefit then Seamus'. "Isn't it? So that's not why you're screwing me over and just plain screwing Harry?" Draco started to protest. "Don't you dare lie to me. I can tell you're shagging him. You are such an arrogant bastard. You can't even stop yourself from smiling at the thought. "
Draco thought that was unfair. He only smiled because Seamus had such an original turn of phrase. Seamus slumped down onto the trunk.
"You couldn't leave him alone. You couldn't stand the thought that your little fucktoy had been with somebody else. So you had to get even. You had to soothe your pride."
"You're not my fucktoy," Draco said. The very word tasted like dirt in his mouth and every sense he had revolted against the idea.
"No. No I'm not. If I were just your fucktoy, I wouldn't have to put up with Pansy and Blaise and the whole world telling me that you're an evil git and I should move on. If it was just about sex, then I'd have moved on, but it's not about that. I love you."
Draco thought he was going to be sick. He felt unbearably lightheaded and the room just wouldn't stay still. He stared at Seamus in mute shock, his mouth gaping in the most inelegant fashion. Once the initial shock wore off, Draco did the worst thing he could possibly do: He laughed. He laughed hysterically, clutching his sides and leaning against a bedpost for support. He calmed down, eyes sparkling with the remnants of mirth.
"Seamus, you can't possibly love me." "Why not?" Seamus snapped. Draco's eyes widened. "Why not? Because it's ridiculous!" Seamus eyes softened and when he spoke, he voice was very soft. "Why is that ridiculous?" Well that was a very good question because Draco didn't really know so he said the first thing that popped into his head. "Because I'm going to marry Pansy." Incidentally, this was the worst thing he could have said. "So that excuses everything?" Seamus said. He stooped down and picked up one of Draco's textbooks. "Nothing matters because you're going to marry Pansy?" The textbook narrowly avoided Draco's head. "You son of a bitch! I love you and it doesn't count, can't exist because you're going to marry a-- a--" But apparently Seamus couldn't find a word bad enough to call Pansy because he just picked up something else heavy and with a lot of hard edges and hurled it at Draco's stomach. Draco sidestepped and held up his arms protectively, approaching the Irish boy carefully. "Seamus-" "I can't believe you! Don't you dare 'Seamus' me!" Another heavy object went whizzing past Draco. "Listen to me." "Stay away from me," Seamus warned. "I just want to talk to you." "Well I don't want to talk because every time you talk, you lie. So save it for Pansy and save it for the papers and save it for yourself!" And with that, Seamus headed for Draco's trunk.
Draco dived for Seamus. It wasn't to save his clothes. He hadn't even thought about them since he entered the room. But it seemed that the only way Seamus would listen to him was if Draco had him pinned. Seamus let out an inhuman scream as Draco's arms closed around him.
"Get off me, you slimy bastard. You make me sick!" Seamus writhed and bucked beneath Draco, who was starting to break out in a sweat from the effort required to hold Seamus down. "I'm not getting off you until you listen," Draco replied, pinning down Seamus' wrists. "I don't have forever!" Seamus retorted. "I do." Seamus stopped moving, panting a little from his theatrics. Gaining confidence with each second Seamus didn't go Veela on him and tear him to shreds, Draco released his grip on Seamus' wrists. Seamus looked Draco from beneath half-lowered lids and made no move as Draco raised a hand to his face.Draco's touch was tentative, starting at the other boy's cheekbone and brushing back into his hair. Seamus closed his eyes and sighed. Draco let his hand fall to the side. Seamus opened his eyes.
"Fuck yourself, Malfoy." It was quiet and deadly serious. In shock, Draco watched as Seamus slid out from under him and scrambled away.
*** Apologies once again, m'dears. Always open to suggestions, comments, criticisms, and chastisement for taking so sodding long!
With love, J. Silver