Disclaimer: Well here we go again. No I don't own anything. Wait. Do I have
to do this for every chapter?
Anyway some readers are prob going to ask what's taking so long? What? We're still in the great hall? Where's the romance? But love takes time. (So does developing the characters) Draco won't suddenly realise that after years of rivalry that he loves Harry.
In this chapter Seamus is a raging sack of hormones, but don't worry he'll have more depth in the future chapters. Not 'deep' depth but hey it's Seamus. It's all relative. I think Seamus is immature. So sue me.
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Chapter 5
Seamus' POV
Seamus watched Harry leave with Hermione, he couldn't take his eyes off the svelte frame. The red paint had reminded him of a dream he had a few nights ago, featuring a very wet Harry wrapped in a very small red Gryffindor towel. And there was that particular fantasy involving a few paint brushes and a willing naked body. Needless to say it pressed a few buttons in Seamus' hormone addled mind.
Harry reminded him of a panther, the way his body glided within those black robes, the hint of his toned body outlined for the briefest moment as he moved. On other students the standard Hogwarts robes looked shapeless but Harry wore the cotton like it was black silk. Undeniably sensual.
But the real prize is watching him at work with his paintings. The confidence with which he holds his brush, the seriousness of his expression, the way he stands with his legs apart for balance. He exuded power and sex appeal. And especially the way the pants pulled tight against those endless toned legs. Harry's clothes had always been ill-fitting. However, Harry had the knack of making those shapeless clothes look like runway fashion.
Apparently Harry hadn't learnt the art of shopping. It'd be nice to see him in some clothes that are actually his size. Seamus reflected. But that should be easily taken care of.
Above all, Harry was completely oblivious to his attractions and that was what made him irresistible to Seamus. There was something so tempting in that innocence. It just screamed out to be tainted, Seamus mused, taking a deep gulp of cold pumpkin juice, barely suppressing a moan as he felt the droplets of condensation slide down his chin and trail down his neck.
Seamus had realised that he was bisexual in the third year and had taken full advantage of the situation to 'sample' both sides. He had a couple of interhouse flings before suddenly noticing that his dormmate was Gor-geous! The crush probably began after Harry got his eyes fixed.
Harry's glasses had been broken in a death eater attack, rendering him completely vulnerable. Luckily the aurors got him out in time. Afterwards, as a precaution against similar occurrences, Dumbledore insisted that Harry have his eyes fixed, much to Harry's dismay. The glasses were the only thing preventing Dudley from hitting him on the face. The rest of the school, including Seamus, not being overly burdened with knowledge of the latter, were thrilled when they realised that their Golden boy had grown up to be quite a hunk after Harry emerged from years of hiding behind his hair and the famous thick framed glasses.
Harry's tousled ebony black hair caressed the base of his neck. His fringe fell alluringly into his striking emerald eyes, which were framed with sinfully long lashes. These contrasting with his fair skin and toned lithe body made him seem like some Greek god. A young Adonis. The etheral luminous shine his skin had added to the overall effect. Include this to the fact that he is Quidditch captain and also a very powerful wizard and it is unsurprising that Harry topped everyone's Most Droolworthy list.
Even rumours that Harry was dating Hermione hadn't stopped people from trying to get close to him. Strangely enough, Harry seemed unaware of the lustful and hungry looks people were suddenly shooting at him or that he was being stalked by half the school. Probably due to the small distraction of perpetually being in life threatening situations. But it was a given for the rest of the school that 'Harry-watching' had become the official favorite recreation in Hogwarts. Seamus had a whole schedule dedicated to Harry-watching. Plus he had the added advantage of knowing that the supposed relationship between the two best friends was nothing more than friendship.
It took a minute or two before Seamus noticed Ron's death glare. Maybe it was the growl that tipped him off.
"Seamus. Stay. Away. From. Harry." Ron bit out.
Seamus blinked. "Huh?"
"I saw the way you were looking at him. Harry's not ready for a relationship so just.... just back off. He's not one of your flings. He... well he doesn't need something like that. He deserves more." Ron stated tiredly.
"Aw a little friendly flirtation never hurt anyone." Seamus winked lavishly at Ron. But Ron's attention was drawn elsewhere. Ron's nose wrinkled cutely in confusion. Seamus followed Ron's line of vision.
"Malfoy?" Seamus thought. " I thought Ron was with Hermione. Well I don't blame him for looking. Malfoy's hot, but blondes aren't my type. Now Blaise, that's someone worth lusting after."
We'll leave Seamus momentarily distracted with a new target.
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Draco's POV
I can't believe I let the Mudblood get to me. It all started out pretty normally. I mean it was the usual stuff: muggle-lover, golden boy, putting down Mr. I-think-I'm-God, Potter has everything on a silver platter. See, nothing different. I wonder what triggered her off. Gee, I never thought that Granger had it in her. Although there was that one time in forth year when she hit me...
Maybe I shouldn't have gone after Potter. But I was pretty ticked off when Blaise told me about the paint thing. Potter had entered the Hall covered in what appeared to be blood and it just stopped everyone cold. Later they found out that it was just paint. Talk about anticlimax. I can't believe I was actually close to getting worried. I thought Potter was into slitting his wrists or something. No... I was definitely more worried about getting expelled. I mean what would Father think?
Of course nothing Granger says is true. I'm a Malfoy. That means way more than a name. It... well... I... We Malfoy's behave in a certain way. It's ingrained in us. Just like how all Malfoy's have silver-blond hair and porcelain complexions, we're born with nasty personalities. Well there are a few exceptions but those are... defects. I can't be anything other than what I am because.... it's weak! Wait that didn't come out right.
Anyway, I do want to become a Deatheater. I honestly do. Just imagine the power that comes along with the job description. It's obvious that Voldemort will take over in the end and I want to be on the winning side when he does. It's a given, I mean look at what he's up against! Potter, incompetent Ministry workers and a crazy old man with a long beard and a fetish for candy. No contest. Though serving a half dead moron with a psychotic streak doesn't really appeal that much. But I can put up with the revulsion and the groveling if I get to fulfil my ambitions. Not that I know what they are presently, but I'm sure it's somewhere along the lines of killing muggles and ridding the world of mudbloods... I think.
I can't believe I'm actually bothered over this. Why do I feel the need to explain myself? How I live my life isn't anyone else's concern. Stupid Gryffindors always sticking their noses where they don't belong. She really isn't worth my time.
The doors to the Great Hall are heavy, where are Crabbe and Goyle when you need brute force? I see they're still busy stuffing their faces. There's Pansy, Milicent...
Brilliant, the Weasel is staring at me. Why the hell is he staring? Maybe he contracted a weird eye disease. Or maybe Potter the crybaby told him what happened. Now Seamus is gawking too. Oh no, did I rip my robes?
He's still staring. And it's not even the usual I-hate-you-and-I-want-to- disembowel-you stare. Definitely something wrong here. Would Pansy stop fluttering her lashes? She looks like she has this facial twitch thing going on. Can't breathe in here. And it's not just Crabbe's bad breath.
Will someone burn his eyes out? WHAT is his problem? Does he like me or something? Oh no scratch that. That was just sick. A Weasley. All those icky freckles. Oh Merlin. I think I've just lost my appetite. Permanently.
I'm out of here.
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To Makili: thanks so much! i know what you mean, i'm getting obsessed. i went out for dinner with my parents and i had this piece of paper that i kept jotting things down in. they got so exasperated with me. and now if i go out without a pen i go completely nuts.
To Jade Maxwell: haha gee thanks. actually i've been waiting a long time to write something like that. draco really deserves it sometimes.
To BJ Jones: thanks for reviewing so often. i really appreciate your constant support! and i was in a restless mood so i did seamus first.
To nightwing: =)
To KittenBabyGirl: i'll try to update often. but all the homework!
Anyway some readers are prob going to ask what's taking so long? What? We're still in the great hall? Where's the romance? But love takes time. (So does developing the characters) Draco won't suddenly realise that after years of rivalry that he loves Harry.
In this chapter Seamus is a raging sack of hormones, but don't worry he'll have more depth in the future chapters. Not 'deep' depth but hey it's Seamus. It's all relative. I think Seamus is immature. So sue me.
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Chapter 5
Seamus' POV
Seamus watched Harry leave with Hermione, he couldn't take his eyes off the svelte frame. The red paint had reminded him of a dream he had a few nights ago, featuring a very wet Harry wrapped in a very small red Gryffindor towel. And there was that particular fantasy involving a few paint brushes and a willing naked body. Needless to say it pressed a few buttons in Seamus' hormone addled mind.
Harry reminded him of a panther, the way his body glided within those black robes, the hint of his toned body outlined for the briefest moment as he moved. On other students the standard Hogwarts robes looked shapeless but Harry wore the cotton like it was black silk. Undeniably sensual.
But the real prize is watching him at work with his paintings. The confidence with which he holds his brush, the seriousness of his expression, the way he stands with his legs apart for balance. He exuded power and sex appeal. And especially the way the pants pulled tight against those endless toned legs. Harry's clothes had always been ill-fitting. However, Harry had the knack of making those shapeless clothes look like runway fashion.
Apparently Harry hadn't learnt the art of shopping. It'd be nice to see him in some clothes that are actually his size. Seamus reflected. But that should be easily taken care of.
Above all, Harry was completely oblivious to his attractions and that was what made him irresistible to Seamus. There was something so tempting in that innocence. It just screamed out to be tainted, Seamus mused, taking a deep gulp of cold pumpkin juice, barely suppressing a moan as he felt the droplets of condensation slide down his chin and trail down his neck.
Seamus had realised that he was bisexual in the third year and had taken full advantage of the situation to 'sample' both sides. He had a couple of interhouse flings before suddenly noticing that his dormmate was Gor-geous! The crush probably began after Harry got his eyes fixed.
Harry's glasses had been broken in a death eater attack, rendering him completely vulnerable. Luckily the aurors got him out in time. Afterwards, as a precaution against similar occurrences, Dumbledore insisted that Harry have his eyes fixed, much to Harry's dismay. The glasses were the only thing preventing Dudley from hitting him on the face. The rest of the school, including Seamus, not being overly burdened with knowledge of the latter, were thrilled when they realised that their Golden boy had grown up to be quite a hunk after Harry emerged from years of hiding behind his hair and the famous thick framed glasses.
Harry's tousled ebony black hair caressed the base of his neck. His fringe fell alluringly into his striking emerald eyes, which were framed with sinfully long lashes. These contrasting with his fair skin and toned lithe body made him seem like some Greek god. A young Adonis. The etheral luminous shine his skin had added to the overall effect. Include this to the fact that he is Quidditch captain and also a very powerful wizard and it is unsurprising that Harry topped everyone's Most Droolworthy list.
Even rumours that Harry was dating Hermione hadn't stopped people from trying to get close to him. Strangely enough, Harry seemed unaware of the lustful and hungry looks people were suddenly shooting at him or that he was being stalked by half the school. Probably due to the small distraction of perpetually being in life threatening situations. But it was a given for the rest of the school that 'Harry-watching' had become the official favorite recreation in Hogwarts. Seamus had a whole schedule dedicated to Harry-watching. Plus he had the added advantage of knowing that the supposed relationship between the two best friends was nothing more than friendship.
It took a minute or two before Seamus noticed Ron's death glare. Maybe it was the growl that tipped him off.
"Seamus. Stay. Away. From. Harry." Ron bit out.
Seamus blinked. "Huh?"
"I saw the way you were looking at him. Harry's not ready for a relationship so just.... just back off. He's not one of your flings. He... well he doesn't need something like that. He deserves more." Ron stated tiredly.
"Aw a little friendly flirtation never hurt anyone." Seamus winked lavishly at Ron. But Ron's attention was drawn elsewhere. Ron's nose wrinkled cutely in confusion. Seamus followed Ron's line of vision.
"Malfoy?" Seamus thought. " I thought Ron was with Hermione. Well I don't blame him for looking. Malfoy's hot, but blondes aren't my type. Now Blaise, that's someone worth lusting after."
We'll leave Seamus momentarily distracted with a new target.
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Draco's POV
I can't believe I let the Mudblood get to me. It all started out pretty normally. I mean it was the usual stuff: muggle-lover, golden boy, putting down Mr. I-think-I'm-God, Potter has everything on a silver platter. See, nothing different. I wonder what triggered her off. Gee, I never thought that Granger had it in her. Although there was that one time in forth year when she hit me...
Maybe I shouldn't have gone after Potter. But I was pretty ticked off when Blaise told me about the paint thing. Potter had entered the Hall covered in what appeared to be blood and it just stopped everyone cold. Later they found out that it was just paint. Talk about anticlimax. I can't believe I was actually close to getting worried. I thought Potter was into slitting his wrists or something. No... I was definitely more worried about getting expelled. I mean what would Father think?
Of course nothing Granger says is true. I'm a Malfoy. That means way more than a name. It... well... I... We Malfoy's behave in a certain way. It's ingrained in us. Just like how all Malfoy's have silver-blond hair and porcelain complexions, we're born with nasty personalities. Well there are a few exceptions but those are... defects. I can't be anything other than what I am because.... it's weak! Wait that didn't come out right.
Anyway, I do want to become a Deatheater. I honestly do. Just imagine the power that comes along with the job description. It's obvious that Voldemort will take over in the end and I want to be on the winning side when he does. It's a given, I mean look at what he's up against! Potter, incompetent Ministry workers and a crazy old man with a long beard and a fetish for candy. No contest. Though serving a half dead moron with a psychotic streak doesn't really appeal that much. But I can put up with the revulsion and the groveling if I get to fulfil my ambitions. Not that I know what they are presently, but I'm sure it's somewhere along the lines of killing muggles and ridding the world of mudbloods... I think.
I can't believe I'm actually bothered over this. Why do I feel the need to explain myself? How I live my life isn't anyone else's concern. Stupid Gryffindors always sticking their noses where they don't belong. She really isn't worth my time.
The doors to the Great Hall are heavy, where are Crabbe and Goyle when you need brute force? I see they're still busy stuffing their faces. There's Pansy, Milicent...
Brilliant, the Weasel is staring at me. Why the hell is he staring? Maybe he contracted a weird eye disease. Or maybe Potter the crybaby told him what happened. Now Seamus is gawking too. Oh no, did I rip my robes?
He's still staring. And it's not even the usual I-hate-you-and-I-want-to- disembowel-you stare. Definitely something wrong here. Would Pansy stop fluttering her lashes? She looks like she has this facial twitch thing going on. Can't breathe in here. And it's not just Crabbe's bad breath.
Will someone burn his eyes out? WHAT is his problem? Does he like me or something? Oh no scratch that. That was just sick. A Weasley. All those icky freckles. Oh Merlin. I think I've just lost my appetite. Permanently.
I'm out of here.
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To Makili: thanks so much! i know what you mean, i'm getting obsessed. i went out for dinner with my parents and i had this piece of paper that i kept jotting things down in. they got so exasperated with me. and now if i go out without a pen i go completely nuts.
To Jade Maxwell: haha gee thanks. actually i've been waiting a long time to write something like that. draco really deserves it sometimes.
To BJ Jones: thanks for reviewing so often. i really appreciate your constant support! and i was in a restless mood so i did seamus first.
To nightwing: =)
To KittenBabyGirl: i'll try to update often. but all the homework!