Thanks to Sanguiyn my wonderful beta, who not only saves me from grammatical errors, but also dresses as a super hero when she does it.
Disclaimer:
Loosely based on '10 Things I hate about you', which was based on Shakespeare's 'Taming of the Shrew'.
Gilmore Girls quote alert in this chapter too. ;-)
You all know that I don't own the Harry Potter characters (JKR does). But if I did, something like this would happen to them...
"If you and Finnigan sneak off and start shagging somewhere, I will hex you," Draco warned Blaise for the hundredth time that day.
"Really, Draco?" Blaise replied sarcastically, not taking his eyes away from the library entrance, eagerly anticipating the arrival of Seamus and Harry. "Because I didn't hear it the first ninety-nine times you said it."
"We both know that you have a hard time keeping it in your pants," Draco reminded him. He was sitting across from Blaise, who was facing the main doorway.
Blaise's eyes suddenly lit up and Draco knew it meant that Seamus and Harry had arrived. "No pun intended there, hey Draco?" Blaise giggled before grinning widely at the approaching Gryffindors.
Draco simply pretended that he hadn't noticed their arrival and continued working on his Potions assignment.
"Nice to see you again, Blaise," Seamus purred before turning to Draco. "How's it going, Malfoy?"
"Evening, Finnigan," Draco answered disinterestedly, not bothering to look up from is schoolwork, "Potter."
"Hi," Harry muttered, hesitantly pulling out the empty chair next to Draco and sitting down.
"And a fine evening it is, at that," Seamus remarked, sending a slow, sexy smile to Blaise as he went over to his side of the table and sat down next to him. One could practically see the sparks fly.
Draco briefly looked up at Blaise and caught his eye, sending him another scowl to warn him again. Blaise merely smiled evilly at him before opening his Transfiguration textbook.
After an hour of silent individual study, Blaise felt Seamus nudge him in the ribs. He looked up at him expectantly, which only resulted in him tapping him harder. Blaise took the hint and looked down to see that Seamus was holding a crumpled ball of paper in the hand that he had used to poke him.
Blaise discreetly took the paper from Seamus's hand and carefully smoothed it out under the table.
The note was short:
I want to be closer to you. Distract Malfoy and Harry.
Blaise grinned at Seamus, taking a good long look at him: sandy hair, bright blue lustful eyes, killer body. His grin became rather predatory; he wanted to be closer to Seamus too.
"Hey, Draco," he said casually turning to his friend, "why don't you quiz Potter for History of Magic?"
Draco glared angrily at Blaise whereas Harry looked up from his History of Magic textbook, looking startled.
"Why, Blaise," Draco practically hissed, snatching the textbook from under Harry's nose so forcefully he nearly smacked him in the face with it, "that's an absolutely superb idea."
Blaise was shocked, yet relieved at his friend's immediate co-operation.
"The Goblin Rebellion — started?" he heard Draco snap at Harry before his attention was diverted back to Seamus.
"Thank you," Seamus whispered in his ear, making him flush darkly at the hot breath on his skin. "I knew if we didn't distract them they would see what we're getting up to and stop all our fun."
"No… problem," Blaise whispered back. Images of what exactly Seamus intended on 'getting up to' flashed through his mind, causing him to blush further and awakening a vital body part.
"1590."
"Finished?"
"1649." Blaise barely registered Harry and Draco's voices, as Seamus had just slithered his hand under the table and squeezed his thigh.
"No, 1623 — close."
"How is 1623 close?"
"You got the '16' part right."
"I was off by twenty-six years."
"Well anything under fifty years is close."
"What kind of rule is that?"
"I'm running the study session here. Okay. The Giant War?"
Throughout Harry and Draco's conversation Seamus's hand had been making its way slowly to Blaise's hip under his t-shirt, and was now dangerously close to hooking into the waist band of his trousers.
"1591."
"No."
Seamus ran a hand gently over the obvious bulge in Blaise's trousers, making it twitch.
Blaise's eyes went wide as he tried to cover up his moan by taking in a sharp breath and whispering, "Too far! What if they catch us?"
"Shush, they won't know anything if you stay quiet." Seamus leaned over and ran his tongue over the outer shell of Blaise's ear.
Blaise nervously looked over to Draco and Harry; they didn't seem to have noticed anything.
"1593."
"No."
When Blaise went to turn his attention back to Seamus, his seat was empty. He looked around confusedly, wondering where the Irish boy had gotten to.
Seamus's whereabouts was revealed when he felt someone start to unbutton and unzip his trousers. He gripped the side of his seat and looked down to see that Seamus had slid down to the floor between his legs, and managed to get his trousers open enough to free his almost hard erection. Boy, was he glad that he decided to go commando today! It would make things from this point onwards a whole lot easier.
"Ah…" Blaise groaned, forgetting to keep his voice down as he felt Seamus's warm, wet mouth engulf half of his cock and his hand wrap around the rest. But luckily, his moan was covered by Harry's voice.
"1596."
"No. Try again."
Blaise tightened the grip on his seat and bit his lip to keep himself from moaning out loud again, as Seamus let his erection fall from his mouth. Before he could protest to this sudden lack of contact, Seamus's hand took its place, pumping it at a rapid pace.
"1586."
"Finally. Took you long enough."
Blaise could no longer hear any of Harry and Draco's conversation; he was too busy focusing on Seamus, who was continuing his fast pace on his cock without restraint. Soon he could feel a familiar feeling building in his stomach. He was so close…
Suddenly the lights went off and the library darkened. Madame Pince's cold voice pierced the silent air.
"The library is now closed. Please pack up your possessions quickly and go back to your dormitories."
Seamus looked up at Blaise, noting his flustered look. He shrugged apologetically and quickly scrambled to his feet before Harry and Draco could notice where he was.
"Well, I guess our study session is over," Seamus said, pulling Blaise out of his chair with a tug on his arm.
"Fucking librarian," Blaise cursed under his breath, doing up his trousers.