Pairing: Seamus/Harry.

Rating: R.

Summary: Ron and Harry find Seamus reading a yaoi doujinshi (gay comic) in the library, which makes Ron back off and Harry get a bit closer.

Dedication: To Krissy, of course, who like, Needs Seamus/Harry fics badly. Yes, with a capital N. Love love! Thanks for the help with the title. :D

Author's Notes: Okay, this fic is crap. But it's plucky crap. And I like it, even if I don't like how it came out. It started out as just a snip, but decided to run wildly away from me. I was powerless to stop it, believe me... that Finnigan, he's never up to any good. ;D

Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns 'em; I just own their leashes. Heero and Duo are oft-slashed, yummy characters from Gundam Wing, so I don't own them, either. I also made up the title of Seamus' reading material... if there's actually one called that, I'd love to know. ;D

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Jumping, Seamus Finnigan glanced up to see Ron Weasley and Harry Potter standing beside him, glancing over his shoulders at what he was reading hidden within his Herbology text. At first, he was filled with relief that it wasn't the librarian, but that was squashed when realized that a Weasley was sometimes just as bad when they caught you with the material that Seamus had been absorbed in.

"It's a Muggle thing... the pictures don't move," noted Harry.

Seamus nodded, blushing a little and putting the book against his chest so it was hidden from their view.

"The pictures are drawn funny. Let me see it," Ron commented, flopping down onto the seat next to Seamus, who hugged the book to him tightly and shot the red-haired boy a pained look.

"No, I'd really rather not," he said. Harry arched a brow.

"What? Why not, we were just looking at it." He paused at the look on the Irish boy's face, and tried Ron's approach. "It's true, the art style's funny. What is it?"

Seamus shifted and then muttered, "Doujinshi."

"D'whatchi?" Ron blinked, leaning forward.

Muttering still, Seamus gave a clipped explanation. "Doujinshi... it's Japanese. 'S why the eyes are so huge and the noses are pointy."

One of Ron's eyes squinted, while the other widened, producing a comical look of confusion. "Japanese? ...Can you *read* Japanese??"

"No, but... you don't hafta, really, to follow. You can tell what's happening just from the pictures."

"Let's see it then," prompted Harry. "It sounds sort of cool."

"Err--"

"Hullo, Madam Pince!"

Ron suddenly jerked into a straighter position, as did Seamus and Harry automatically. This left a wide gap between the books and Seamus' chest, and Ron deftly plucked the tiny but thick comic book from the gap. "Hahah, God, you guys are lame."

//You just can't live with Fred and George and not pick up tricks like that,// Harry mused, holding back a chuckle at the ease with which Ron operated.

"Bastard," muttered Seamus, slumping back miserably. Harry grinned and patted Seamus on the head, earning a rather frantic glance from the flushed boy. Returning a look of amused empathy, Harry turned his attentions to the coveted booklet.

Colourfully decorated, the cover of the doujinshi revealed a longhaired, big-eyed girl in a messy-haired, mean-looking boy's arms. It was as thick as a tiny telephone directory. "STRAWBERRY LOVE LOVE BOY THREE," was emblazoned in block letters on the back, along with a lot of hearts and flowers and Japanese symbols Harry and Ron couldn't read. Ron's eyes traveled along the pages as he flipped through nonchalantly, leaning his chair back onto its back legs.

He commented, "Wow, they really do draw them rather funny-looking, and is this a romantic comic? Lots of hearts and kissing, I see, and *HOLD* UP."

Ron's chair thunked back down onto all fours.

"Shite," muttered Seamus. Harry blinked, puzzled.

"What?"

"Seamus, dost mine eyes decieveth me, or are these two *boys*?" Ron demanded.

Now blinking even more, Harry shoved his hands into his robe's pockets. Seamus hugged the Herbology book to his chest again.

"Perhaps," he said, defensively.

To say the least, Ron was aghast at the panels before him, yet he looked further and with wider eyes than before.

"You probably oughtn't to have this out in public!!" Ron looked around wildly, then back at the doujinshi. "Holy... I didn't know that was possible... ouch... that is... really graphic... and that's... more fluid than... I've ever seen in my life... jeez, is this whole *thing* porn?"

"Shhh!" Harry hushed Ron. "Say that a little *louder,* why don't you?!"

Seamus sank lower in his chair, wishing he could just melt away into a puddle under the table. "Can I have my fucking doujin back now," he snapped.

"Seamus, where the hell did you... *get* this thing?! Oh, God, I've got to... see about ordering some of these except... with a girl... or two girls... and the pictures move."

"See Fred and George about it," said Seamus glumly. Ron's eyes lit up.

"See you then!"

He handed Seamus back the doujinshi and disappeared quickly. Seamus sighed, hiding the book again. Great, Ron would probably now tell the entire school that Seamus was gay... Seamus hadn't had time to ask Ron not to tell. Belatedly, he realized that Harry was still standing next to him, hands awkwardly in pockets.

"Yes, I like boys."

Seamus tried to come off as vaguely annoyed, but instead succeeded at sounding frightened. Harry was his friend and everything, but not so close as to be able to confide his sexual preferences to. After all, it was Ron and Hermione Granger that he was always running around with, not Seamus. His heart thudded, and he wished that it was anybody but the golden boy of Hogwarts standing next to him at that moment. He glanced at Harry with red cheeks.

Harry only looked down for a minute, unsure of what to say.

"That's all right," he finally said, with a note of finality. "Sometimes I think I do, too."

Seamus blinked, relief and surprise flooding through all his limbs and making him feel remarkably wobbly, like Jell-O. He couldn't think of anything to say back, but suddenly he was *glad* it was Harry there. Harry sat down next to him.

"Do you mind if I see it?"

//I can't believe he...//

"Sure."

Seamus handed the doujinshi to Harry blankly, who took it with careful hands and placed it on his lap beneath the table. He started off by opening it the wrong way. Reaching forward, Seamus turned the book over on Harry's lap.

"Oh, you read it the other way... and the pictures go from right to left." Slowly, Harry opened it the correct way. Seamus leaned over closer to Harry and pointed at the first page, to a romantic montage of the two pretty characters, "The longhaired boy's name is Duo, he's what you'd call an 'uke,' and that's Heero, and he's the 'seme.'"

Harry seemed to catch on merely from looking at the way the two were holding each other in the illustrations. "So that means... Duo's the one on bottom?"

"Yeah." Seamus coloured a little, then proceeded to ramble. "There's a lot of doujinshi with them, and actually, most of the time, Duo is the seme, because he's the louder of the personalities. Heero's quiet, but strong and portrayed as rather inexperienced. Er. I have a pretty big collection..."

"You do?" Harry glanced at Seamus, who swallowed and barely got his voice to whisper back.

"Yeah."

"You'll have to lend me some."

Seamus grinned with another flush of relief and looked over Harry's shoulder as he looked through the first few pages, getting used to the way it was read. Seamus hardly looked at the pictures. They were tame, and he kept glancing at Harry's face to see his reactions, for they were far more interesting. The bright green eyes seemed to roam over every line and symbol that he couldn't even read, completely interested. He even watched Harry's Quidditch-roughened, slim hands as they slowly turned the pages. Harry smelled like October winds; he'd probably just come to the library from being outside. He smelled good, and Seamus leaned in a bit closer under the pretense of seeing the pictures to smell him a little clearer.

Now that he was leaning closer, he noticed that Harry had come to page seven, where both boys, Heero and Duo, were quickly getting naked and getting their groove thang on. Both boys, Harry and Seamus, started breathing a little harder at the intensely detailed pictures. Something about the style and the way their bodies were drawn was undeniably erotic, even if some of it was blocked out with white censor bars, but the imagination sufficed. They traveled even slower through the intense sex scenes, their breathing and the shaking of Harry's fingers showing how effective the pictures were, but neither saying anything about them.

With a sweet kiss between the characters, the first story ended and went into another one, again with Heero and Duo, but like a new chapter. Harry spread his hand over the page, lightly tracing the lines of where their lips met.

Seamus' heart was thudding and he couldn't think of a thing to say, for once in his life. This wasn't exactly a situation where he could pretend to vomit and immediately lighten the atmosphere.

"So..." Harry finally said awkwardly. "If there was a dou..."

"Doujinshi," repeated Seamus softly.

"Doujinshi... I can hardly wrap my mouth around that," Harry laughed nervously, and Seamus fought not to get dirty mental pictures from Harry's unintentionally colourful phrase. "If there was a *doujinshi* of... of us... who would be seme and who would be uke?"

Blood drained from Seamus' face into one singular body part. "Wha'?"

Harry looked down again, now absently moving his finger along the edge of the doujinshi's pages. Seamus thought quickly, knowing that the front of his robe was vibrating with the movement of his heart.

"Well, you are the strong, silent type... d'ya have experience?"

"No," breathed Harry shyly. "Do you?"

"Well, no, but I have a loud mouth."

"Oh, I... see." Harry smiled and looked back down at the book once more. Then, to Seamus' utter shock and delight, he tilted his head in and leaned it on Seamus' shoulder, then began to read the next story in the doujinshi.

Seamus closed his eyes, trying to breathe out evenly, then leaned his cheek onto Harry's messy black hair. //God, why is this suddenly happening?// he wondered, but wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth, and began to read the second story with him. They went through it with large and hungry eyes, the images of lean, aroused boys in all sorts of odd positions doing all sorts of odd, but sexy, things workings its magic.

When they reached the end of the entire doujinshi an aching half-hour later, Harry closed it and breathed haltingly, "Well, I learned -- some new things."

"I'll lend you more," Seamus offered, wondering if now, he should move away from Harry again.

"Well... I... at least..." Harry started. He paused, then finished quickly, "I think that cemented that I like boys. It was... so..."

He sighed in frustration as the words failed to come to him.

Seamus smiled tightly. "I know. It's okay. ... Feels nice not to be alone for once."

There was silence from Harry, then he said, "Me, too."

For a moment, there was a tense moment between them. Harry lifted his head, sending a slight wave of disappointment through Seamus' heart. Then, he added, "I'm going to need a cold shower now, so I'd better go take one."

"Same here," Seamus said, fidgeting nervously. "Er, d'ya mind if I come along?"

But Harry only smiled. "No, let's go."

They stood, Seamus tucking the doujinshi into his robe and into his trousers' pocket, and together, they headed quietly towards the dorm room.

//Why are you being a moron and going to the showers with a six-foot erection,// Seamus berated himself, walking alongside Harry as if walking towards an impending yet irresistible doom. Was he the only one who noticed the way his and Harry's sleeves were brushing together every few seconds? Probably. //You can't do this, Seamus.//

"I think Ron liked it," Harry said out of the blue, halfway there, "no matter what rubbish he was saying about two girls. He ran off awfully quickly."

Seamus grinned. "He'd never admit it, though, right?"

"Right."

They came upon the Fat Lady, who blinked down at them uninterestedly.

"Bees' knees," said Seamus, and she boredly swung open for the two.

"On you go, then, dearies," she yawned.

Harry and Seamus climbed through quickly and headed for the Gryffindor boys' showers. At this time in the early evening, it wouldn't be occupied, as everyone was busy finishing homework and hanging in the common room. They didn't even run into anyone in the hallways on the way there, and the bathroom, sure enough, was indeed empty. Seamus didn't know whether this was exactly a good or a bad thing, but was too fuzzy-headed to weigh the pros and cons out in his mind.

Wordlessly, they stripped themselves of robes, clothes, and, haltingly, underclothes. Both were keen on keeping their eyes on the walls or ceiling as they did so. Seamus hid the doujinshi under his pile of clothes as Harry twisted his water on. It was an icy torrent, but Harry was definitely still feeling the effects of the doujinshi and Seamus' proximity, so he made himself step under it.

"Oh, shit, that's extremely cold," he muttered into the water. Water sprayed over his glasses, which he'd left on for some reason.

After a moment of debate, Seamus skipped a shower-head between the two of them, remarking, "Works like a charm."

"I'd prefer a charm to this!" Harry's teeth chattered.

Seamus let out a yelp as the cold water hit him, too. "AH! Christ! You're right, this isn't worth it, brrrrrr." He quickly tried to turn on the hot water, which didn't seem to want to heat. "Ah, jeez, I got a broken one."

"Use that one." Harry pointed a shiny, wet hand to the one beside him. Seamus faltered.

//Easier said than done.//

If he flat-out refused, Harry would surely ask why. And wouldn't it be obvious that their comic-reading session had effected Seamus a little too much? At the same time, he really wanted to. Slowly, he turned off his faulty faucet and moved to the one beside Harry. It seemed to be working, and Harry reached up to turn on his hot water, too.

"So much for the cold shower idea," he muttered good-naturedly.

"No, there's only one way to rid oneself of such tension," Seamus said loftily before he could stop himself.

"Well, that's hard, with a--"

Harry's second Freudian slip for the evening? Seamus burst out into laughter and Harry flushed, shooting an annoyed look at Seamus, who smiled cutely back.

"Oh, shut it. That method is a bit *difficult,* should I say, when you room with four other guys and you never have a moment to yourself."

"Oh, you don't have to do it by yourself!" Seamus scoffed.

"Oh?! Oh." Harry seemed to catch on a second late. Both of the boys looked straight forward for a moment, busying themselves pretentiously with their showers. Seamus glanced at Harry and spoke slowly.

"Do you always wear your glasses when you shower?"

Harry looked at Seamus. "What? Oh... er... no... I forgot I was wearing them." He reached up and pulled them off, but they slipped out of his hands and clattered onto the tile. "Oops."

Seamus and Harry both bent to get the glasses, ending up bumping their heads together.

"Ouch! Sorry," they said in unison, then they laughed. Seamus had managed to get Harry's glasses, handing them back to him. Harry smiled and took them, but their fingers brushed and the glasses were dropped again. Seamus bit his lip and grinned at Harry, who blushed hotly under Seamus' gaze.

"You... look cute without your glasses," he said, tilting his head. His hand came up and brushed Harry's damp hair out of his eyes, revealing the scar on his forehead.

Harry stared at Seamus, unable to move except for the breaths he was now gasping. Seamus was breathing harder, too.

"Y-you can stop me..." he muttered. "Stop me if you don't want this."

Then, he bent forward... and pressed wet, full, surprisingly soft lips against Harry's. And even though Seamus had verbally warned him, Harry was still caught by surprise, rocking back in bewilderment under the gentle weight, whole body tingling. He was kissing a boy, for the first time ever, and it took a moment to sink in. His body was in a rage of heavy sensations and high emotions, and he was astounded and scared... it felt... weird. ...And sort of good. And sort of like his body was awakening to new sensations that he never could have felt just from looking at ruddy pictures or something like that. Like fire and ice all at once.

Seamus was gentle and tasted clean. Harry began to kiss back sloppily like the novice he was; he rocked forward and ended up establishing contact between the slickened skin of their chests, thighs, and hips.

Seamus gasped loudly at it, breaking the kiss. "Oh, my God."

Harry's body quivered with the sensation, but he still couldn't say anything, completely unsure of what to do. He'd just kissed Seamus Finnigan! Naked, wet, and in the showers! It hadn't fully hit his brain like it had his body. All he knew was that Seamus was looking at him with these eyes, these eyes that were heavy and clouded and intense, and suddenly the tiled wall was against his back, and there was the sweet contact of skin upon skin, and he was meeting Seamus' mouth again.

"Tell me if you want to stop. Just tell me," Seamus whispered, never breaking his mouth from Harry's. He was clumsy, just like Harry was, but the contact was real and electric and more exciting than even the doujinshi was. His hands were shaking with the desire to touch Seamus, everywhere, but they hung at his sides, scared of too much sensation. He had no idea what to do; he already felt like blacking out. He couldn't possibly fit into one of the weird positions Duo had in the comic book, could he?

//I don't know yet. But I hope all those comics end with cold showers.//