Chapter 12: the usefulness of sneaky boyfriends
(Or Seamus and Draco form a friendship)

 “Shit…Seamus…Seamus!”
 
Seamus would have grinned if he hadn’t been busy swallowing his boyfriend’s hot cum. He lived for this, not Harry and Draco’s antagonistic lovemaking, not Neville and Ron’s sweet, slow relationship, it’s this hot, fast, sluttyness that was him. Except that he was only like this with Dean, so it hardly counted, nevertheless.... Dean pulled him up off his knees and kissed him deeply, his tongue sweeping for his own essence that Seamus had swallowed. His large hands cupped around the small of Seamus’ back, one sliding to the front, petting. Then he laughed.

 “Seamus…!”

 Seamus smiled, tilting his face up for a kiss. “Aww, Dean-luv. You know me, I can’t wait fer anythin’.”

 “I noticed.” Dean grinned, kissing the sensitive area behind Seamus’ ear, nipping at it, making him squirm. Seamus was just starting to get warm again when Dean pulled back.

 “I’m sorry, Seamus, I’ve got to go. Promised some second years I’d teach them soccer.”

 Seamus pouted, carefully concealing his grin; “Ya love that soccer ball more than ya love me!”

 Dean chuckled, petting Seamus’ hair as he got up to get dressed. “I somehow doubt that.”

 Seamus lay on his stomach, swinging his legs in the air. “So what am I supposed to do?”

 “Study?”

 “Me?”

 “Right. I don’t know.” Dean went when the other boy beckoned him, kissing him soundly before leaving. Seamus lay there naked for a few minutes before swinging his legs out of bed and looking for clothes.

 
 Draco curled up next to Harry in the sunshine coming through the winter windows. One pale, slim hand rested on the boy’s chest, fingers moving in slow circles. Harry was practically asleep in the warm glow of the sunshine, face relaxed and content. Draco had removed his glasses a few minutes before. He looked, damn sweet actually; slight smile playing about the lips that Draco had only fifteen minutes before been kissing. One of Harry’s arms was curled about his slim hips…almost protectively in fact. Draco rested, awake but sinfully lethargic curled on Harry’s chest. Harry seemed to be his lifeline at the moment. All too often nighttime would find him sneaking out to go sleep with the other boy, and then even wake up with him. It was such a common occurrence that even Ron was no longer shocked. Sometimes be barely managed to get back into Slytherin dorms without getting caught. It helped that he could head straight for the showers.

 But the lifeline bit…that scared him and for some reason he curled all that much closer to Harry for it. True they were working together, trying to keep Emily safe, figure out who it was that had sent the djinn. But that wasn’t the basis for this. Sure Harry was hot as hell, but that didn’t necessarily equate to him aching just to be by the other boy, to go running to him constantly. I think…I…well shit. He had to get up, go away…if just for a little while he amended as something ached at the thought of really leaving. He slid himself out of Harry’s arms. The other boy yawned and looked up.

 “Were’ y’ goin’ Drac’?” he asked, his voice sleep-slurred, endearingly muddled. Draco even smiled slightly.

 “Walking, listening. I’ll be back. Might do some research.”

 “Ok.” Harry turned over, curling up slightly. Draco flushed, that Harry Potter trusted him. He had to get out for a bit…maybe he would go looking.
 

 “Harry, d’you remember who exactly started throwing stuff at Emily on Halloween?”

 “…No…Wait. Some first year wasn’t it?”

 “Yes. Gryffindor first year, blond, brown eyed.”

 “Gryffindor! No.”

 “Yeah…”
 

 It had turned out he kid’s name was Nigel Gielgund. They had been watching him for some time, but really it seemed that that idea had been totally misleading. But as they had no other ideas Draco went pacing off in search of the boy. He was already in Gryffindor dorms. He did not go entirely unnoticed, but those who looked about to accuse him of some misdeed ran of quickly when he turned even the hint of a smile at them. He found Nigel eventually and was listening to him, while hidden behind a statue. He was just about to doze off when…

 “Hey, Nige’ weren’t you supposed to get that freaky book back to the library days ago?”

 The blond boy blinked at the small, nearly purple haired girl. “Book?”

 “Yeah, the big black one. That has all the stuff about the…the what’sit? Genie?”

 “Djinn.”

 “Yeah, I mean…you’re not even supposed to have it out!”

 Nigel hissed at her. “Quite!”

 “But…”

 Draco jumped as someone ran into him. He turned to see who it was. And snapped as the figure became apparent.

 “What are you doing here Finnigan?” It was Seamus. Bouncy, aggravating Seamus.

 Said boy smiled. “Same thing you are, Malfoy. Research.”

 “Right, like you’re even remotely smart enough.”

 Seamus snorted. “Come off it, Malfoy. Don’t even bother. I’ve seen how you act with Harry, you know I have. And I know you’re falling in love with him, and he’s falling in love with you. And I know that for Harry bleedin’ Potter to fall for you, you have to be nice somewhere down there. ‘Cause he doesn’t work just for sex like some of the rest of us. Besides I’ve seen you watching out for Emily.”

 “Oh, so you work just for sex, hm?” Draco smirked.

 “You’re avoiding and, yes, I would if it wasn’t for Dean. Whom, if you must know, I love with all my bloody heart.”

 “You’re a woman, Finnigan.”

 “No, I’m just perceptive, but thanks. Now, either we can chit chat and miss everything, or we can shut up, listen and get revenge on the bugger who tried ta kill Emmy.”

 But the boy had left.

 Seamus sighed, then, as he always seemed to do, perked up. “Well anyway, we’re damned sure now that it was him.”

 Draco snorted lightly. “Finally.”

 Seamus nodded, then…snarled slightly, surprising Draco. “But I want to do something. Damn that boy! How could he? Emily…”

 This was not a side of Seamus Draco had ever seen before. Serious and determined. Green/Gold eyes bored into him. Draco blinked.

 “You seem to have a brain.”

 Seamus hissed, “yes, you prig, and as I pointed out earlier you’re not as bad as you want to be.”

 “You know we can’t do anything to him now, right?” Draco checked.
 
“Damn it, yes. You don’t have to be so logical,” Seamus was still practically snarling, but his voice had calmed, quieted.

 “I do.”

 “Ok, if we’re gonna be logical we should tell Harry and Emmy and ‘Mione and Dean.”

 “True.” Gods but he didn’t want to see Harry just then. No, I DO that’s the problem. I want to see him, spend my every waking minute with him, touch him, talk to him, just be with him. Friendship I can deal with, the sex is great but this…this scares me.

 “Draco?”

 Gray eyes blinked up. “Yeah?”

 “You went off there for a sec. Are you ok?”

 “I’m…fine, Finnigan.”

 “Suuure.” Seamus grabbed Draco’s arm and the blond boy was too startled to pull back. He was steadily lead to a bench just out in the halls, where Seamus pushed him down and sat beside him. “Now give.”

 “What?”

 Seamus sighed. “Obviously somethin’s up. You, of all people, zoning out? It’s not natural.”

 “Maybe I’m tired.”

 Seamus studied Draco’s face, a hand inserting itself under the pale boy’s chin. “Nope, no dark circles. No red eyes. What’s on yer mind, boyo?”

 “Nothing?”

 “Somthin’ to do with Harry?”

 “…No.”

 “Riiiight. Y’know, you avoided earlier, when I said ya were in love with Harry, which you are by the way.”

 “I’m not!”

 Seamus smirked at Draco’s panicked face. “There’s the problem. There’s nothin’ wrong with fallin’ for him, y’know.”

 “I’m not though!”

 “Yes. Y’are.”

 “Like fuck I-“

 “Am,” Seamus cut in.

 Draco was fuming, outwardly that was. Inwardly he was panicking. I can’t I can’t I can’t! There’s no way in hell! I…Fuck I can’t no matter what! Doesn’t matter
how amazing he is. Fuck the Boy Who Lived shit. He’s the best person I could have…liked…damnit, liked. Even if he had been born a muggle. Even…

 “Busy listing and denying his qualities are you?”

 “Shut up,” Draco snapped. Seamus sighed.

 “I hate to sound pretentious, Draco-luv, but I know people, it’s what I do. And despite all your desperate tries you still count as a person.”

 “Suuure.”

 “Don’t give me that look. I know you’re worried about yer image, but it’s already broken.”

 “’S not that.”

 “You then? It’ll hurt your pride?”

 “Well…Damnit, Finnigan!” Draco jumped up, and was about to stalk off when a slender but square hand grasped his arm.

 “Can I tell you something, Draco?”

 “Not if it’s about me, no.”

 “It’s about me.” At that Draco sat back down, and Seamus smiled. “I knew you liked gossip.”

 “Just get on with it.”

 “You know how I have the reputation of something of a slut?” Draco nodded. “Dean’s the only person I’ve ever been with, only person I ever want to be with as cheesy as it sounds. I was all talk until he taught me, only knew what I’d read. But Dean…oh, I didn’t want to ruin my ‘image’. But he…some men are worth it, y’know,” Seamus grinned and shrugged. “But now that I’m done being sappy…”

 “But what about all the talk?”

 Seamus blinked, “What? Mine? I just said…”

 “No, other peoples.”

 “Ah, just because I never did anything doesn’t mean I wasn’t a flirt. I just wasn’t a slut.”

  Draco blinked, “I could have sworn…”

 “Nope. Now I am gonna talk about you.” Seamus grabbed Draco’s arm before he could move an inch. “You want to belong to something, I can tell. Not as a possession, but none the less. But there’s still some alpha tension between you and Harry. I’ll tell ya a not-quite secret Drac,” Seamus leaned forward and whispered close into Draco’s ear. “Love doesn’t equal possession. And whoever you belong to can belong to you too.”

  Draco pulled back. “You’re a ham.”

 “That’s true, but so is what I said. Just think about it. He does love you.”

 “I…know.” It was impossible for him not to know. Harry didn’t lock up emotions. And he did admit it felt nice. To be cared for, yet…to have someone who was entirely honest to you.

 “We should go tell the other’s.” Seamus commented as the zoned look faded from Draco’s face.

 Draco nodded. “I suppose so.”

 “Still say yer not a half bad guy, Drac.”

 Draco nearly laughed. “If you tell anyone else that, I’ll gut you.”

 “No worries, mate. Just Dean, and Harry, and Neville, and Ron, and…”

 “Seamus!”
 
 

Yeah, yeah, what can I say? It’s cheesy and sappy. But I’m a cheesy, sappy, romantic idealistic cynic…and this is fanfiction after all! Hope it wasn’t too bad.
Review pllllleeeease! I’ll love you forever and ever and try to post more as soon as this play I’m in is over! (And as soon as I’m not sick anymore...evil flu)

~Isabella

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