Closet Ch. 4
A/N: Sorry it's taken so long to get this out. First I had to do some research to figure out when Ron's birthday was, then I got a horrid case of writers block, and then I started working on another fic that wouldn't go away. Anyways, I decided this was going to be an angsty romance, so here's a nice fluffy chapter for you before all the bad stuff starts.
ForsakenChilde: I never get tired of reading reviews. Sorry about the upcoming fluffiness, but it will get better and more angsty in a chapter or two.
And many thanks to the others, K,W,G,T,B, HarryPotters-angel, Mistress Vamp, and Sarah. And love to my very dear friend and editor, Liz.
ON TO THE STORY:Author charges off with a lance, not unlike Sir Cadogan, horse-less and dorky:
It was entirely to nice of a day to spend it inside. Spring had sprung, and though it wasn't quite warm enough for t-shirts yet, nearly everyone was outside, shooing out winter and welcoming the sunshine with open arms.
Seamus, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were seated near the lake. the two boys had decided to keep their relationship fairly quiet. Quiet, in that they weren't going to hide it, but they wouldn't flaunt it either. Their friends knew, and all that mattered to them was spending time together.
Seamus was lying back on the grass, looking at the clouds. Harry's head was resting on his boyfriend's stomach. He lazily pointed up to the sky.
"Look, Seamus, that one looks like a frog." Harry said. He felt... relaxed with Seamus. Almost as if he could afford to be carefree. Almost as though he could be a normal boy, without the threat of Voldemort, and without the pressure to be a hero.
He felt, rather then heard, Seamus giggle, and forced his thoughts away from that particular track.
"That one looks like a sword." he said, pointing somewhere over his head. Harry craned his neck, trying to look.
"Where?"
"Just there. See?"
"No, where at, Sea?" Harry leaned up on one elbow over Seamus.
"Right there, Harry." Seamus replied, pointing. Harry leaned further over his boyfriend - and was pulled down for a long kiss, oblivious to Hermione and Ron, and the rest of the outside world.
"Huh," Harry said when the broke apart. "What was that for?" Seamus sat up, and shrugged.
"I dunno. Wanted to." He grinned.
Ron rolled his eyes. "C'mon, guys, I really don't need to see this." He said, making a face at the couple. Seamus stuck his tongue out at Ron, and Harry groaned.
"Then don't watch, mate." he replied, lying back on the grass. Hermione laughed, and stood up.
"Come with me Ron, I have a bit of a surprise for you." she said, holding out her hand to help the redhead up. He declined, and made no move to stand.
"What is it?" he asked, shielding his eyes from the sun as he looked up at her.
"Just come with me, Ron. Don't argue." She started walking away, hair bouncing.
"Alright, Hermione, hold on. I'm coming." Ron got up and shrugged at the two boys. Then he turned and followed her.
Seamus and Harry sat in silence for a moment. Then Seamus laughed.
"What was that all about? Did Hermione really have something?'' he asked laughingly. Harry smiled.
''I doubt it. She just wanted us to have some time alone. Ron isn't quite used to our relationship yet."
"Yeah, you're right. But he'll get used to it. I'm not giving you up for him." With that, Seamus leaned over and kissed him.
Draco lay back on his bed and reached over to pet the fluffy creature beside him. Last year, as a birthday gift, his mother had sent him a kitten. It had taken him awhile, but Draco had finally admitted that she was a cute little furball, and now little Bianca -named by his mother, of course - was his best friend, and quite literally the only thing that brought out the good in him. At least, brought it out where everyone could see it.
A shrill scream broke into his thoughts. Damn Pansy Parkinson.
"Draco! DRACO MALFOY! OPEN UP IMMEDIATELY, THIS IS IMPORTANT!''
Draco rolled his eyes, but took off the spells binding his door shut. Pansy stalked in, and leapt up on his bed next to him. Bianca hissed at the girl, and to Draco's slight amusement, Pansy hissed back. He scratched his cat between the ears and sat up, lifting the fuzzball into his lap.
"Please, inform me what was so important that you had to force your way into my room." he said, agitated. It was a command, not a request.
"It's about your love life, Drakey." Draco snorted.
"Don't you mean lack thereof?" he asked sarcastically. Pansy smirked, a very unbecoming look for her. But then, most, if not all looks, were.
"Potter? He's dating Finnegan. You know, the Irish half-blood? I just saw them kissing by the lake." she finished, crossing her arms over her breasts and smiling rather coldly at her house-mate.
Draco's mind was reeling. Potter was dating Finnegan? Potter was dating Finnegan? Draco's brain had turned to mush, but years of training had managed to hide this fact.
"Remind me again why I should care, Pansy." he replied shortly. She stood up, and looked at him like he had gone nutters.
"Drake, everyone knows you have a thing for Potter. What the hell is wrong with you?"
"I would rather date a woman then date The-Boy-Who-Snogs-Finnegan, and that's saying something. Out of my room, Pansy, unless there's something more important...?" Draco inquired. Pansy shook her head, and backed out of his room, shaking her head, a soft smile on her face.
As soon as he heard the door shut, Draco felt his legs weaken. His hands began to shake, and he sat down heavily on his bed. Potter. Harry. His Harry. Harry. Was. Touching. Finnegan. Holy hell. Suddenly, the empty hole in Draco's chest increased its size threefold. He swallowed, choked, and a quiet sob ripped itself from his throat.
"I... Ohhhh! Seamus, yes! Ohhh god... Sea, we gotta get off the floor. You're -uhhhh, yeah, like that...- You're giving me rugburn!" Harry moaned. His boyfriends repeated thrusts were rubbing his back against the carpet on the floor of the dormitories.
"Fuck! God, please Harry! Oh...oh...uh...uh...uh...UHHN-OHHHHHOOOO..." was the others boys reply. A shudder passed through Harry's body, and he stiffened, adding to Seamus's groans of pleasure. A moment later, Seamus slumped down on top of the other boy.
Suddenly, they heard a thump from behind them, towards the dormitory entrance. Seamus lifted his head tiredly to investigate.
"Oh my," he said, amused, "Harry, Ron has passed out." Harry kissed Seamus, and giggled.
"Wanna give him some music to wake up to?" Harry asked, grinning. Seamus growled deep in his throat and jumped on his boyfriend, determined to ravage him senseless.
A/N: I know, I know, I'm submitting to the fluffiness. It happens to the best of us. But I swear, the next chapter will be longer. Drakey is beginning to get himself involved.
Drakey: Don't call me that, woman! I will not tolerate it!
Author: Yeah whatever. whats got your undies in a bunch?
Drakey: I don't wear undies! I wear boxers. And stop calling me Drakey!
Author: Boxers are just another type of undies, love. :pants and drools over the thought of Drak-erm-Draco in tight black boxers:
Draco: Oh, lord, she's in heat. Seamus! She's doing that look again:Runs away to find Seamus:
Rimki: Hi. The author is incapacitated for the moment, but she promises to love you forever if you leave a review. Nice or not nice, she isn't particular. By the way, I'll probably be showing up alot. I live in her head, and I protect the poor men she keeps there in chains. We love you, and goodbye!
