A/N: The first drabble was inspired by a fanfic called 50 Things I May Not Do At Hogwarts. The others followed naturally, because obviously I can't think of anything Harry Potter related without considering slash.
Warnings: A bit of silliness here. And a weird pairing. Woo.
Disclaimer: I don't own Seamus, Severus, or either of the lists mentioned in here. I'm not that awesome, sorry.
Summary: A short series of drabbles written for an hp100 challenge, starring Seamus Finnigan and Severus Snape. Slash.
Owl Post
Seamus smothered the grin that was attempting to creep up onto his face. He, personally, felt proud of his accomplishment--after all, who else would have had the guts to send something as inane as the Evil Overlord's List to Voldemort (and a few select Death Eaters)? Nobody, probably. But Dumbledore and Snape had not looked at it the same way: both had berated the poor Irish boy for his complete lack of sense. They didn't believe him when he said that there were much worse things he could have done...until he mentioned the Evil Empress' List and Lucius Malfoy.
Behind the Mask
The boy had been given a week's worth of detention for his little stunt, to be served with Severus. The Head of Slytherin had spent every one of those insulting the boy, pretending to bask in victory as Finnigan pretended to flinch in fear. But, despite how he acted, he was actually impressed by the boy's audacity at owling Death Eaters, and secretly wondered what else the boy would be brave enough to try. He dreamed of Finnigan often, but that was okay. There were worse things he could do than lust after a student. Worse things he had done.
Hunger
Seamus could always feel Snape's eyes on him. At first he had assumed it was to make sure he didn't do anything to put himself in danger (again), but eventually he looked more closely at his professor and realized that the looks were often of hunger, not anger. The thought had made him cringe--before he decided to have a bit of fun. He teased the man at meals and during class, grinned as the normally unflappable Snape shifted uncomfortably about. He would have felt bad about what he was doing...but there were worse things. There were always worse things.
Before Graduation
It was torture, Severus decided, being unable to take his eyes off of a teenager for nearly two years--especially when said teenager seemed to reciprocate his feelings. Potions and meals hadn't been the same since "the incident", and it was slowly driving him mad. Yet he cherished Finnigan's actions, wanted nothing more than to be touched by such an obviously talented boy. He would not know what to do with himself when everyone was gone. So, the night before graduation, he started drinking heavily, telling himself all the worse things he could be doing. But soon, he was interrupted.
Tasting the Apple
Seamus felt horribly nervous as he made his way to Snape's rooms (Harry's map shaking in his hands). His mind drew on images of rejection and anger. He hoped the thoughts weren't true.
There couldn't be anything but relief when Snape actually answered his door, looking as nervous as his mask would allow. Seamus murmured an uneasy greeting—and then, almost before he knew what he was doing, he practically leaped into his professor's arms and pulled the older man's face down into a passionate kiss.
He'd thought that this would feel worse than the wanting…but somehow, it was better.