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Author's note: here's another story for you guys! I thought this up when I was going to go tanning with my friends. Have fun reading!
Come Home With Me Tonight.
"Come on Harry, it will be fun I promise!" Seamus had been trying to persuade Harry to go to a bar with him for the last half hour. Usually, Harry wouldn't have a problem with it. The only thing was that Seamus was going to take him to a gay bar.
"For the last time Seamus, I'm not gay! Go and have a good time, I'll be fine here," Harry requested. Seamus shook his head again.
"No, you are always here alone, you need to get out more! Besides, that's not what you said last night," Seamus smiling slyly.
"Last night? How would you know what I said last night?" Harry asked him. Seamus raised his eyebrows suggestively. "Agh!"
Harry ran out of the room and threw himself on his bed, Seamus following. Harry was lying on his back with a pillow over his head. He pulled the pillow off when he felt weight on his hips. Seamus was straddling him with big puppy dog eyes and his lip pouted out.
"Please?"
Harry sighed. "Fine! I'll go Seamus. Just promise me you won't do the face anymore." Seamus nodded happily and leaned over Harry. He kissed him on the cheek and looked him straight in the eyes.
"I promise you won't regret this Har," Harry gulped and nodded. Seamus was still close to his face, and somehow, he was perfectly comfortable with the way the other boy was sitting.
This confused him. Usually if Seamus tried anything Harry would get nervous. He guessed it was because he had gotten used to his roommates antics. The boys had become best friends over the years, after Ron and Hermione had eloped to America.
Harry was very upset the day they left, and Seamus was there to comfort him. Then, a few days later, Seamus's long time lover Dean left him and Harry comforted Seamus.
They had started meeting for lunch and dinner more and more, until they decided to get an apartment together. If you think about it, it sounds like they were a couple. Harry, however, kept insisting he was not gay.
Seamus climbed off Harry and pulled the other boy into a sitting position by his neckline. He brought their faces close together and watched as Harry closed his eyes.
"Not gay my ass," Seamus laughed as Harry scowled and crossed his arms. "Now get ready."
Harry shooed Seamus out of the room and started going through his dresser. He had nothing nice to wear, so he put on a pair of blue jeans and a white button down shirt. He tried combing his hair, but gave up and walked into the living room they shared. Harry took a spot on the couch and turned on the TV.
"Harry Potter, if you think you are walking out of this apartment dressed like that you are wrong mister," Seamus walked over and pulled Harry towards his room.
Harry opened his mouth to protest, but Seamus cut him off by saying, "If you don't have any nice clothes then you will borrow some of mine." Harry hung his head and obediently followed Seamus, who made Harry sit on the bed while he looked through his closet.
After making Harry try on numerous outfits, the Irish boy decided on a pair of black pants He couldn't find a shirt he liked, so he magically ironed Harry white one and gave him a white muscle tee to put underneath.
Seamus looked at Harry's hair and ran his fingers through it a few times. He took off Harry's glasses and cast a perfect vision spell. Seamus backed up and gasped at his handiwork.
"Harry, I'm not saying that you weren't before, but. You. Look. Hot." Harry walked in front of the mirror and his mouth dropped open when he caught sight of his reflection.
"I am hot," Harry said. Seamus smiled and dragged Harry towards the door. They called for a cab and rode to the club. They arrived, paid the cab driver and walked inside.
The boys found a booth to sit at and ordered drinks. A song came on and a man asked Seamus to dance. He accepted and excused himself from Harry. Numerous guys asked Harry for a dance, but he refused.
Harry looked around the club/bar. He saw couples just sitting together or kissing. He looked across the room and locked eyes with a blonde. The blonde looked away, but Harry kept watching him.
He noticed many men come to talk to the blonde, who shook his head and shooed them away. The blonde then turned his attention back on Harry. Harry only pulled his eyes away when he heard his roommate approach.
"Come and dance with me Harry," when Seamus saw the apprehensive look on his friend's face he quickly added. "Don't worry; we don't have to dance like everyone else."
Harry quickly calmed and accepted Seamus's offer. They made their way to the middle of the dance floor. Seamus got right into the music, but Harry seemed a little reserved.
After two songs ended, Seamus could still see Harry was uneasy. He put an arm on Harry shoulder and leaned in to talk in his ear, "You ok?" he asked.
Harry nodded, "Yea, I just don't like any songs so far."
Seamus shrugged, but still seemed worried. His worry dissipated however when Harry started dancing like crazy with the next song. Seamus became entranced as he watched his roommate sway to the rhythm. He noticed that many others were as well, and started coming closer to Harry.
Seamus knew he would be uncomfortable, so he put his hands on Harry's hips and looked at the men to mark his territory. They all got the message.
At the end of the song, Harry was panting and out of breath. Seamus led him over to the bar where they both got drinks.
"What was that Harry?" he asked bewildered.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked confused.
"The way you were dancing out there? I thought you were straight," Seamus reasoned. Now Harry was really confused.
"I am straight, and I was dancing like I normally do. And tell me, how did your hands find their way to my hips?" Harry asked.
"Well, you dance like a gay guy. You should have seen the guys. They were drooling," Harry's mouth dropped open.
"I was drooling. Harry, they were coming after you. I had to make them stay away somehow. I didn't want you to feel uncomfortable," Seamus finished.
"Aw, thanks Sea," Harry hugged Seamus, who smiled and hugged him back. The two boys went back to their drinks and didn't notice the man coming up behind Harry.
"Hey sexy," Harry turned around. A red haired man was standing behind him with a sly grin on his face.
"I'm Steven. I saw the way you were dancing out there, and I'm really impressed. I think my friend is in love with you," The man was pushed out the way by a blonde.
He turned around to face Harry. "Really sorry about that. I can't keep him under control and he assumes s-" He was cut off.
"Malfoy?" Harry looked at his old enemy open mouthed. The boy had always been too short and skinny, but now he was taller and his body was nicely chiseled. Harry thought he looked pretty good.
Harry could see Draco take a minute to look him over before saying, "Potter? What are you doing here? I didn't even know you were gay."
"I'm not! Seamus dragged me here," Harry nodded his head toward Seamus next to him.
"Finnegan?" Draco looked him up and down. "You have filled out nicely."
"As have you Malfoy. Care for a dance?" Seamus asked as he held out his hand. Draco nodded and led Seamus to the sea of dancing people.
Harry watched them go, angrily. His eyebrows were furrowed and he crossed him arms.
"What's your name again? And how do you know Dray?" Steve asked.
"My name is Harry. We used to go to school together," Harry said while watching them dance.
"So, Harry why didn't you ask Dray to dance?" Steve asked. "I could tell he was into you, and I'm sure you could too. So why not?"
"For the last time, I'm NOT gay. And besides, I can't dance like they are now." The two men watched as Seamus grinded into Draco, both moving to the music. Harry scowled.
"You better think that over again. You are totally jealous," Steve reasoned. Harry turned to look at him, then back to the dancing couple.
He watched Draco laugh as Seamus went up to some unknown guy and grabbed his ass then wink at him before walking back to Draco and grinding against him. He sighed as Draco closed his eyes and got into the music. Harry turned toward Steve.
"Can you help me?"
Author's note: this story came to me while I was listening to "Turn Me On" by Kevin Lyttle. I love that song! You will see why this story came from that song later on!
Author's note: here's another story for you guys! I thought this up when I was going to go tanning with my friends. Have fun reading!
Come Home With Me Tonight.
"Come on Harry, it will be fun I promise!" Seamus had been trying to persuade Harry to go to a bar with him for the last half hour. Usually, Harry wouldn't have a problem with it. The only thing was that Seamus was going to take him to a gay bar.
"For the last time Seamus, I'm not gay! Go and have a good time, I'll be fine here," Harry requested. Seamus shook his head again.
"No, you are always here alone, you need to get out more! Besides, that's not what you said last night," Seamus smiling slyly.
"Last night? How would you know what I said last night?" Harry asked him. Seamus raised his eyebrows suggestively. "Agh!"
Harry ran out of the room and threw himself on his bed, Seamus following. Harry was lying on his back with a pillow over his head. He pulled the pillow off when he felt weight on his hips. Seamus was straddling him with big puppy dog eyes and his lip pouted out.
"Please?"
Harry sighed. "Fine! I'll go Seamus. Just promise me you won't do the face anymore." Seamus nodded happily and leaned over Harry. He kissed him on the cheek and looked him straight in the eyes.
"I promise you won't regret this Har," Harry gulped and nodded. Seamus was still close to his face, and somehow, he was perfectly comfortable with the way the other boy was sitting.
This confused him. Usually if Seamus tried anything Harry would get nervous. He guessed it was because he had gotten used to his roommates antics. The boys had become best friends over the years, after Ron and Hermione had eloped to America.
Harry was very upset the day they left, and Seamus was there to comfort him. Then, a few days later, Seamus's long time lover Dean left him and Harry comforted Seamus.
They had started meeting for lunch and dinner more and more, until they decided to get an apartment together. If you think about it, it sounds like they were a couple. Harry, however, kept insisting he was not gay.
Seamus climbed off Harry and pulled the other boy into a sitting position by his neckline. He brought their faces close together and watched as Harry closed his eyes.
"Not gay my ass," Seamus laughed as Harry scowled and crossed his arms. "Now get ready."
Harry shooed Seamus out of the room and started going through his dresser. He had nothing nice to wear, so he put on a pair of blue jeans and a white button down shirt. He tried combing his hair, but gave up and walked into the living room they shared. Harry took a spot on the couch and turned on the TV.
"Harry Potter, if you think you are walking out of this apartment dressed like that you are wrong mister," Seamus walked over and pulled Harry towards his room.
Harry opened his mouth to protest, but Seamus cut him off by saying, "If you don't have any nice clothes then you will borrow some of mine." Harry hung his head and obediently followed Seamus, who made Harry sit on the bed while he looked through his closet.
After making Harry try on numerous outfits, the Irish boy decided on a pair of black pants He couldn't find a shirt he liked, so he magically ironed Harry white one and gave him a white muscle tee to put underneath.
Seamus looked at Harry's hair and ran his fingers through it a few times. He took off Harry's glasses and cast a perfect vision spell. Seamus backed up and gasped at his handiwork.
"Harry, I'm not saying that you weren't before, but. You. Look. Hot." Harry walked in front of the mirror and his mouth dropped open when he caught sight of his reflection.
"I am hot," Harry said. Seamus smiled and dragged Harry towards the door. They called for a cab and rode to the club. They arrived, paid the cab driver and walked inside.
The boys found a booth to sit at and ordered drinks. A song came on and a man asked Seamus to dance. He accepted and excused himself from Harry. Numerous guys asked Harry for a dance, but he refused.
Harry looked around the club/bar. He saw couples just sitting together or kissing. He looked across the room and locked eyes with a blonde. The blonde looked away, but Harry kept watching him.
He noticed many men come to talk to the blonde, who shook his head and shooed them away. The blonde then turned his attention back on Harry. Harry only pulled his eyes away when he heard his roommate approach.
"Come and dance with me Harry," when Seamus saw the apprehensive look on his friend's face he quickly added. "Don't worry; we don't have to dance like everyone else."
Harry quickly calmed and accepted Seamus's offer. They made their way to the middle of the dance floor. Seamus got right into the music, but Harry seemed a little reserved.
After two songs ended, Seamus could still see Harry was uneasy. He put an arm on Harry shoulder and leaned in to talk in his ear, "You ok?" he asked.
Harry nodded, "Yea, I just don't like any songs so far."
Seamus shrugged, but still seemed worried. His worry dissipated however when Harry started dancing like crazy with the next song. Seamus became entranced as he watched his roommate sway to the rhythm. He noticed that many others were as well, and started coming closer to Harry.
Seamus knew he would be uncomfortable, so he put his hands on Harry's hips and looked at the men to mark his territory. They all got the message.
At the end of the song, Harry was panting and out of breath. Seamus led him over to the bar where they both got drinks.
"What was that Harry?" he asked bewildered.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked confused.
"The way you were dancing out there? I thought you were straight," Seamus reasoned. Now Harry was really confused.
"I am straight, and I was dancing like I normally do. And tell me, how did your hands find their way to my hips?" Harry asked.
"Well, you dance like a gay guy. You should have seen the guys. They were drooling," Harry's mouth dropped open.
"I was drooling. Harry, they were coming after you. I had to make them stay away somehow. I didn't want you to feel uncomfortable," Seamus finished.
"Aw, thanks Sea," Harry hugged Seamus, who smiled and hugged him back. The two boys went back to their drinks and didn't notice the man coming up behind Harry.
"Hey sexy," Harry turned around. A red haired man was standing behind him with a sly grin on his face.
"I'm Steven. I saw the way you were dancing out there, and I'm really impressed. I think my friend is in love with you," The man was pushed out the way by a blonde.
He turned around to face Harry. "Really sorry about that. I can't keep him under control and he assumes s-" He was cut off.
"Malfoy?" Harry looked at his old enemy open mouthed. The boy had always been too short and skinny, but now he was taller and his body was nicely chiseled. Harry thought he looked pretty good.
Harry could see Draco take a minute to look him over before saying, "Potter? What are you doing here? I didn't even know you were gay."
"I'm not! Seamus dragged me here," Harry nodded his head toward Seamus next to him.
"Finnegan?" Draco looked him up and down. "You have filled out nicely."
"As have you Malfoy. Care for a dance?" Seamus asked as he held out his hand. Draco nodded and led Seamus to the sea of dancing people.
Harry watched them go, angrily. His eyebrows were furrowed and he crossed him arms.
"What's your name again? And how do you know Dray?" Steve asked.
"My name is Harry. We used to go to school together," Harry said while watching them dance.
"So, Harry why didn't you ask Dray to dance?" Steve asked. "I could tell he was into you, and I'm sure you could too. So why not?"
"For the last time, I'm NOT gay. And besides, I can't dance like they are now." The two men watched as Seamus grinded into Draco, both moving to the music. Harry scowled.
"You better think that over again. You are totally jealous," Steve reasoned. Harry turned to look at him, then back to the dancing couple.
He watched Draco laugh as Seamus went up to some unknown guy and grabbed his ass then wink at him before walking back to Draco and grinding against him. He sighed as Draco closed his eyes and got into the music. Harry turned toward Steve.
"Can you help me?"
Author's note: this story came to me while I was listening to "Turn Me On" by Kevin Lyttle. I love that song! You will see why this story came from that song later on!