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Slow Burn

by chaeldub

Theodore Nott was dead. At least in the eyes of Professor Slughorn, his new House Master, he might as well have been. The Professor made no bones about showing his disdain for anyone associated to Lord Voldemort. His father had been incarcerated in Azkaban, after he had joined other Death Eaters in a failed attack on the Ministry of Magic. So, with a Head of House completely oblivious to you, and most other students not even knowing who you are, you can pretty much come and go as you please. Pansy had made the point of making ghostly sounds around him; she thought he would make a good apparition.

�Theodore, you might as well have left with Draco. There�s a big gap where he was and there�s a big gap where you are,� Pansy prattled on, �You need to get more involved.�

�I am involved.�

�You�re not involved, you�re just a void, where there should be Theodore Nott there�s just�� she motioned with her hands in his direction.

�I�m not a void,� Theodore denied, �Anyway, I�m here all the time, even during the bloody holidays.�

Normally, Slytherin House was empty during the school holidays, so Dumbledore had said he could stay. The end of year holidays were an exception - everyone had to return home. Everyone. The house he had known since he was three was deserted. The cook and the maids had left, leaving no food and a house full of cobwebs.   For the first time since his mother had died Theodore cried. They weren�t tears of loneliness or sadness; they were tears of frustration. He hated the situation he found himself in; he was born the son of a Death Eater, born into money and born into a minority. He had gathered up some belongings and had sought out lodgings in Hogsmeade. Holing up in a room above The Three Broomsticks, he stayed there until school started back in the autumn.

Slytherin House was a very difficult House to be sorted into, expectations constantly at odds with who or what the person wanted to be. There were only a few people that he found that he could talk to, Pansy Parkinson was usually the only ear that would stay still long enough to listen to his woes. On the odd occasion he found himself talking with Draco Malfoy, but this was a rare thing at school, sharing a laugh at either Weasley or Potter�s expense. Theodore usually hid away in a darkened nook in the library or in one of the many courtyards.

The library was where he had met Colin Creevey, his first romance at school. Colin was infatuated, Theodore was intrigued; there were other boys at school who apparently also liked boys. Without Colin�s knowledge, Theodore had had many trysts in the secret and dusty rooms that littered Hogwarts. Unlike some of his Housemates, he did not discriminate, Ravenclaw - a quick wank with Michael Corner, Hufflepuff - a drunken kiss with Zacharias Smith, and after Adrian Pucey had invited him to watch Puddlemere United play, he awoke the next morning to find himself in a bed between Marcus Flint and Oliver Wood. Yet, Colin was the only Gryffindor that he had not managed to get any action with. That was until one day when he was sitting in the Great Hall eating breakfast.

�What have you done to Finnegan?� asked Pansy, nudging him.

�Huh?�

�He�s staring at you,� the black haired girl replied.

Theodore turned his head in Finnegan�s direction.

�Don�t look at him,� said Pansy, yanking on his shirt.

�Why not?� Theodore asked, putting his half spoonful of porridge back in the bowl.

�I�ve seen that look before, it�s the way that Draco looks at Potter.�

Theodore knew what that meant, he and Draco had discussed his feelings towards Potter at length. Everyone was under the impression that Draco had a burning hatred for everything Potter; the opposite was actually closer to the truth. Now, if the same were true of Seamus Finnegan, then that would be the second Gryffindor that he could notch on to his belt. The first thing he had to do was to see how committed to the cause the boy was. Theodore pushed his bowl into the middle of the table and swung his legs out from under it.

�Where are you going?� Pansy asked, �Remember, we�ve got free periods until lunch then it�s Defence Against the Dark Arts.�

�I�m going for a walk.�

�You and your walks.� Pansy huffed and turned back to her breakfast.

Theodore walked slowly and deliberately toward the door, stopping to say something innocuous to a fourth year. Theodore looked across the room and saw that Finnegan had left his place at the table and was also heading for the exit. He nodded a reply to whoever it was that was talking and continued with his test. Seconds later he and Finnegan were walking up the steps to the double oak doors.

�Going somewhere, Seamus?� Theodore asked, deliberately calling the boy by his first name to throw him off.

�You like porridge,� the Irish boy replied.

�What?� Theodore grabbed him by the cuff and pulled him to a halt outside the door.

�Porridge, you like porridge.� said Seamus.

�What the hell are you talking about?� Theodore quizzed.

�I�,� Seamus paused, his words seemed to catch in his throat, �nothing. I�ve got to go.�

�Well, if you�re not doing anything, you can follow me.� Theodore said, straightening out Seamus� robe.

�Why, where are you going?� Seamus looked at him a little confused, but also with what looked like a high degree of interest.

�I�m going down to the lake.�

�Oh, I don�t think I can. I�m meeting Dean, you know, got to study.� Seamus smiled.

�Suit yourself,� Theodore said, letting his fingers trail down over Seamus� hand as he turned and left.

As he walked down the corridor he thought he heard footsteps behind him, so he picked up the pace. Once around the corner he flattened himself up against the wall, waiting for his would-be follower. A few seconds later Seamus appeared; he looked shocked to see Theodore standing there.

�Lost, Finnegan?� asked Theodore, wryly, �This is the way to the dungeons.�

�Uh, really? I thought you said you were going to the lake?� Seamus replied, defensively.

�I am; I was just testing to see if you were listening.�

Theodore smiled and let the Gryffindor tag along. He made sure that the route he took would avoid anyone seeing them together, it wouldn�t do to have tongues wagging. It was raining outside, but Theodore liked the rain.   He found it cleansing. He thought that Finnegan would depart when it started to come down in sheets, soaking them through, but he persisted. For a moment his resolve almost broke, the rain had left Finnegan�s shirt almost transparent. The young Irishman had a body that many would be proud off, his chest thick and shoulders broad. Theodore kept finding his concentration being broken because Finnegan would reach up and brush his hand over his chest, the cold water making the boy�s nipples protrude through the damp cotton. It was only after the fourth time that he had done this that Theodore realised that it was deliberate - Finnegan was teasing him. He smiled to himself, if that was the game Finnegan wanted to play then he would just have to play harder.

�You�re shivering,� said Seamus.

�Am I? I hadn�t noticed.�

Thunder shook the distant hills and ominous dark clouds stole their way across the high peaks. The lake turned an almost obsidian black. Theodore stopped on the shore, peering into the murky depths, hoping Seamus would do the same. His focus shifted and he watched the brown haired boy�s reflection. Seamus wasn�t looking at the icy water, he was ignoring the pelting rain that bounced off his skin. No, his eyes were fixed firmly on Theodore.

There was a crack of lightening that smashed into a tree on the opposite shore sending a burst of sparks, like fireworks, into the air. Seamus jumped and his hand shot into Theodore�s. It stayed there for a second, a heartbeat, a lifetime, then was quickly withdrawn.

�I don�t like storms, never have, lightening makes me jumpy,� Seamus said, as way of an explanation for his actions.

�That�s a pity. It�s only out here, during a storm, that you can truly experience power, tangible and electric. It gets my heart racing, feel.� Theodore reached over and grabbed Seamus� hand placing it over his heart.

It might have been cold, and the rain may have drenched them to the bone but even Seamus would be able to feel the heat through Theodore�s shirt. The Slytherin boy�s heart was pounding in his chest, the storm and the impending afternoon he intended spending with Finnegan had him brimming with excitement.

�Maybe we should go back inside? Or I could go get us towels or something.� Seamus said, his voice hopeful.

�There�s usually a fire burning in the Slytherin common room. I�m sure we could warm up there,� Theodore said without a hint of sarcasm, striding off in that direction.

�The Slytherin common room?� Seamus said, stopping in his tracks.

�Yes; what�s wrong with that, Finnegan?�

�Nothing, it�s� nothing.� Seamus faltered for a moment, then hurried to catch up.

Theodore was convinced, if any member of Gryffindor was willing to go into the Slytherin common room, then they must want something really bad. Luckily, the thing that Finnegan wanted was him. Unfortunately by the time they had made it into the dungeons a whole swag of third years were heading down there as well. After the snide comments had passed, and Seamus had punched a few arms, he decided that this would have to wait for another day.

�It�s bit busy down here, maybe we can meet up again later,� Theodore said, running this hand through his damp hair.

�Yeah, sure,� Seamus grumbled.

�I�ll see you in Defence, then,� Theodore said.

�Not if I see you first,� Seamus said under his breath.

Theodore pretended not to hear that last remark and headed into his House, smiling to himself.

~~**~~**~~

The next few days Theodore did his best to avoid Seamus. He knew if he was less visible then Seamus would try all the harder, and try he did. How none of the Finnegan�s friends noticed how strange he was acting, was beyond Theodore. When he had arrived at Defence Against the Dark Arts that first afternoon, Seamus had sat beside him.

Seamus always sat beside Dean Thomas, always. Suffice to say he endured some strange glares during that class. This continued onto Transfiguration and Charms, but was really getting beyond a joke when he turned up outside Potions. Seamus wasn�t even enrolled in the class and yet there he was, standing outside, looking like a lost puppy. People were surely beginning to talk.

Pansy asked constantly, �What was up with that stupid grin on Finnegan�s face?�, whenever he walked by. Theodore never answered; how the hell would he know what Seamus was thinking of doing next? The boy was making it really hard for Theodore to keep the promise he had made himself, make him work for it, make him think you don�t care and then when he�s all but given up� strike.

Needless to say Seamus found more and more inventive ways for them to be alone. They got paired up in two of the classes they had together, even though Theodore had protested at Transfiguration, as Seamus wasn�t up to his standard. McGonagall had just smiled that thin smile that she always did when something struck her as amusing or odd, and said that he should be proud to be able to impart some of his considerable talent on a fellow student. Theodore tried hiding in the darkest recesses of the library, first having to avoid Colin, but gave this up as Seamus always managed to find him. He went to the Owlery to feed Hera, and found Seamus already there with a mouse in his hand feeding the bird.

When he woke one Sunday morning, dark clouds were already dousing the school in sheets of rain. Quickly, he dressed and headed for the lake, letting the rain plaster his dark hair to his neck. The one thing about rain at Hogwarts was that it drove everyone inside, well, almost everyone. As he made his way down to the shore he saw a lone figure, dressed in red and gold � Seamus.

Except he wasn�t wet, not in the slightest. He had his wand out and was transfiguring the rain; Seamus really had been paying attention to what Theodore had been teaching him. Theodore was entranced with the myriad of tiny flames dancing a few inches above Seamus�s head.

�That�s a neat trick.� he said, stopping a few feet from Seamus.

�Thanks to you. Anyways, it keeps me dry.� Seamus grinned.

�What are you doing out here anyway, I thought you hated storms?� Theodore asked.

�I do.� Seamus replied, meeting Theodore�s gaze.

�Well, what are you doing out here then?� Theodore asked, his brow furrowing.

�Waiting on you.�

Theodore strode the few feet that separated them, it wasn�t that he was cold, but that the warm flame looked so inviting.

�You�re pretty sure of yourself, aren�t you, Finnegan?�

Seamus expanded the radiance above himself to cover Theodore as well.

�I�ve been called plenty of things, Nott; pretty, isn�t one of them.� Seamus chuckled.

�I never said you were pretty, I said you��

Theodore suddenly felt his mouth go dry, he did think Seamus was pretty.   No, pretty wasn�t the right word, handsome, yes, he thought that Seamus Finnegan was handsome. It wasn�t in the conventional sense of the word, there were definitely boys who could be considered better looking than Seamus at school. There was just something about him, he was cocky but not full of himself, and he had an air of confidence that Theodore felt drawn too. There was also the look in his eyes as he stared at Theodore, even then it was hotter than any fire the boy could conjure.

He saw Seamus�s hand cross the gap between them and touch his own. He closed his eyes, he had to concentrate, to gather himself, to, God, but it was hard. Seamus just let the tips of his fingers trail up and down the back of Theodore�s hand. Theodore focused on the third finger, the nail was slightly chipped and it was scratching him ever so lightly. It was something so Gryffindor, so Seamus, a chipped nail, imperfect, but so revealing of his character. The more he thought about the nail, those fingers, Seamus�s hand, the worse it got. Dreams that he�d had over the last few months suddenly invaded his thoughts.

Fuck me, Seamus.

Must be resolute, he thought.

Oh, god, harder.

Must think bad things, like Millicent naked or Draco kissing Potter.

A deep kiss on satin skin.

Dumbledore and McGonagall, rutting on the Headmasters desk.

Muscles clenching, sweat drenched, heaving, thrusting, lips, cocksfuckingSeamusdeeperharderSeamus�

�Theodore?� Seamus said, breaking his reverie.

Theodore blinked once, twice, coming back to the shore and the rain and the touch of Finnegan on his damp skin.   There was an insistent ache in his trousers, one that would need attention before he went back to the dorm. He could break right now, give in to desire, to want. Thankfully, Theodore knew he was stronger than that, or at least he hoped he was.

�I�ve got to go,� he pulled his hand away, rubbing the spot where Seamus�s fingers had just been.

�Can�t you stay?� Seamus voice was full of longing.

�I can�t. I, Se� Finnegan, we really can�t be seen together, like - like this.� Theodore stammered, suddenly feeling unsure of himself.

Seamus let his wand drop and the warm blue glow above his head faded, the rain splashed down on his face. His face glistened as the water dripped down his nose and over his lips. Theodore had to turn away, his imagination was getting the better of him again.

Sweat glistening.

Not now.

Late afternoon sun shining through high windows. Skin glowing, as their bodies grind against one another.

It�s just a dream, it can wait, he thought.

Pulse quickening, pumping harder, faster, hands groping, Seamus� fuck, God� please.

Fine, you win, Theodore thought, giving in finally to the temptation that he had so far denied.

�Ten o�clock, the passage on the third floor, where we practice Transfiguration.�

He turned and hurried back up the hill.

�It�s the last day of term, people will be everywhere,� said Seamus.

�Everywhere but there, it�ll just be you and me, alone.�

~~**~~**~

Theodore pulled back the tapestry and slipped into the corridor unseen. It wasn�t that this was a very secret passage, it was just the passage that he had told Seamus he would meet him in.   He was almost done with this game, this cat and mouse. There was one last thing to do. That was when he noticed that where Seamus should be standing there was a Goyle.

�What do you want, Nott?� asked Goyle, crossing his arms over his barrel like chest.

�Want? I don�t want anything.�

�Good, you can just run along then,� Goyle said.

Briefly, he thought that maybe he had gone down the wrong corridor, or that he had told Seamus to go somewhere else. Then he saw Goyle smile, and that was something that Goyle didn�t do, not since Draco had left school.

�Who�s in the classroom?�

�No-one,� said Goyle, defensively.

�Then why are you standing here?� Theodore said, his hand inching toward his wand.

From behind the door, Theodore could hear voices, indistinct but clearly someone was being held against their will.

�Listen, Nott, you�re fathers a Death Eater, my fathers a Death Eater, we�re equal.�

�Move,� Theodore said, forcefully.

�You�re not the boss of me,� Goyle asserted.

If the voices behind the door weren�t enough to make him want to know what was going on, then spying Seamus� wand in Goyle�s pocket most definitely was.

�Where did you get that wand?� he asked.

�What wand? Don�t know what you�re talking about.�

�Goyle, look, a cupcake,� Theodore said, pointing at his feet and looking down.

Goyle, naturally, followed his gaze. With the big oaf looking downward, Theodore grabbed him by the top of the head and drove his knee upward. The sound of cartilage breaking followed by a horrendous squeal echoed through the small corridor. Goyle righted himself, blood pouring from his mangled nose. Theodore realised he probably hadn�t thought this through properly when Goyle�s beefy hand grabbed him around the throat.

�Dat wath a big mithtake.� Goyle spluttered, a spray of red splattering Theodore�s shirt front.

Theodore was loath to agree, especially anything that came out of this moron�s mouth. For some reason, Goyle thought holding him by the throat was going to stop him doing anything. Admittedly, he was running very short on breath and his face was turning an interesting shade of blue. So he did the only thing he could think of, he reached up and grabbed Goyle by his broken nose. The hand around his throat withdrew and Goyle fell to his knees. Theodore twisted the lump between his fingers, delighting in the tears that streamed down Goyle�s face.

�Now, Goyle, I�m going in there and there�s nothing you�re going to do about it. In fact, I�m taking this wand and you are going to toddle off and pretend like we were both never here.�

Goyle growled.

Theodore gave a sharp tug.

�You fuck� argh.� Goyle fumed.

Another twist.

�Alright, alright, I�ll do it.�

�Episky!" Theodore tapped his wand in Goyle�s direction.

He let go of the boy�s mended nose and stepped back, waiting to see if Goyle would fight or flee. As if anything else could be the answer, it turned out to be the latter.

�This isn�t the end of this, Nott.� Goyle said, as he wiped the blood from his face and retreated down the passage.

Theodore didn�t doubt that for a second, Goyle may be stupid but he could certainly hold a grudge. Still, it was better that the big dolt hold a grudge, than he not get in that room. He was of two minds; jump through the door and start firing hexes or slip through, hopefully unseen and survey the scene. He didn�t know how many people were in there, the odds were good that Crabbe and maybe Zabini were in there, but he couldn�t be sure how many accomplices they might have. A lubricating charm on the hinges solved the problem of the creaking door and he slipped into the room. Seamus was standing near the front of the classroom, facing him. Between them were, Crabbe and Zabini as he had expected, but also Urquhart and Pritchard. He was sure that Seamus had been Stupified, because there was no way he would just stand there and take this.

�You know, Finnegan, in this light you�re almost pretty,� said Blaise.

�Yeah, a real head turner.� Urquhart�s voice was full of sarcasm.

�Blaise, I think he�s giving you the eye.� Crabbe smiled.

�It�s actually very trendy to be gay, Finnegan,� said Pritchard, his voice trembling a little as if he was unsure why he was here and of what was going to happen next.

�I think he might have fallen in love with me. Look at his cheeks, he�s blushing.� Blaise said, reaching forward and tapping Seamus on the cheek.

�Nott will be really jealous.� Urquhart laughed.

�How far have you and Theo gone?� Blaise voice was low and sexy as he slid right up to Seamus, �Who fucks who?�

�I bet he�s the one who gets fucked.� Urquhart almost spat in Seamus face.

�Filthy Mudblood, and a Gryffindor as well. I imagine you just lay there, taking it all night long.�

�Fuck me, Theo,� mimicked Urquhart.

Theodore had heard more than enough, calling Seamus a Mudblood was one thing, but assuming that he was on the bottom, well that was something else. He used a silencing spell, allowing him to walk almost to within a few feet of them unnoticed.

�Gentlemen, and Crabbe.� he said, his wand aimed squarely at Zabini.

�Theo�� Blaise began, that sickening smile he used on full display.

�Theodore.� Nott corrected.

�Sorry. Theodore. This isn�t what it looks like.� Blaise said, tripping over his words and feet as he backed up from the oncoming wand.

Theodore pressed the tip of his wand on Blaise�s throat, pushed it so that it would hurt.

�What does it look like? Three of my housemates alone with a Gryffindor boy, and Blaise, it looks like you�re sweating.� he smirked.

�Watch your mouth, Theodore,� said Blaise, reaching up and grabbing Theodore�s wand.

�Why, you going to go crying to your mother?�

�Don�t you talk about my mother.� Blaise growled.

�You�re mother is a murdering slut, my father, as Goyle put so plainly out in the hall, is a Death Eater. Do you think if I killed you right here, right now, that anyone would care,� Theodore motioned toward the other boys, �that any of them would try and save you?�

�We� we�re just joking, weren�t we.� Blaise insisted, looking over Theodore�s shoulder for some support.

The room had gone very quiet, save for the shuffling of Pritchard�s feet as he backed down the room.

�My fathers a Death��

Theodore spun around and sent a curse flying over Crabbe�s shoulder.

��Eater too.� Crabbe finished meekly.

�If you ever want to see you�re father again then I suggest that you piss off, right now.�

�Goyle�s out side, I could call him in here right now and he�d sort you out.� Crabbe said, defiantly.

�No, he�s not. I convinced him it was in his best interests to leave.�

Crabbe glowered at him, then his eyes dropped down to the blood dripping from Theodore�s hand and he quickly followed Urquhart to the door. Pritchard had scampered as soon as Theodore had raised his wand. This left only Blaise who was inching his way slowly around him.

�Really, Theodore, why so touchy? He�s only a Gryffindor.�

�Impedimenta!"

Blaise froze in his tracks, the look on his face was a cross between surprise and regret. The other boys stood in the doorway, not saying a word.

�I could drop you out the window, Blaise. Or I could make all your clothes disappear and kick you down the corridor,� whispered Theodore, in Zabini�s ear.

Theodore looked down at the blood on his hand, maybe there had been enough violence for one day, he thought. He circled Blaise, deciding what best to do, then the idea struck him.

�If I let you go there�s a good chance you�ll take your wand out and hex me. So, just to make sure you don�t-�

He reached behind Blaise, making sure that as he did he brushed up against him to heighten the boy�s discomfort. His hand closed around Zabini�s wand, he plucked it from the holder the boy wore on his belt. It was a nice wand, with intricate carvings of ancient runes and archaic symbols; Zabini�s mother had paid a pretty penny for this. Theodore held it in front of the boy�s face, letting him take in what he was about to do. With his other hand he grasped the tip of the wand and began to bend it. There were murmurs from behind him.

�Quiet, Blaise needs to learn who he can and cannot cross.�

There was an almighty crack and the wand began to break. Theodore saw Seamus fall to his knees, as the magic that was bound to the wand dissipated. He could have left it at that; the wand had a horrible split in it and was entirely useless for performing any sort of complex spell. Instead, he brought it down over his knee, completely snapping it in two, then he stuffed the broken weapon down the front of Blaise�s pants.

�You can go now.� Theodore said, muttering the releasing spell.

�I�ll get you, Nott. If it�s the last thing I do,� growled Blaise.

�Zabini, don�t. Leave him. He�ll get his.� Urquhart said from the back of the room.

�I�m scared, really, I am,� Theodore sent a hex across the room, missing Urquhart by inches.

�Next term, you�re mine.� Zabini threatened, drawing his finger over his throat, as he joined the other boys in the hallway.

�Have a nice holiday, won�t you?� Theodore said, and magically locked the door behind them.

Theodore looked down at Seamus, his hair was messed up, but that was normal, but he did look uncomfortable.

�Are you alright?� He asked

�No, I�m not al-fucking-right. Your friends just punched the crap outta me.� Seamus said, getting unsteadily to his feet.

�They're not my friends.�

�Yeah, well, they certainly don�t like me hanging around you.�

�They hit you?� Theodore asked, his blood beginning to boil once more.

�You must have just missed it; Urquhart packs a really mean punch,� groaned Seamus, holding his ribs.

�They�re dead,� Theodore said, through gritted teeth, �every last one of them.�

He turned to leave, but he felt Seamus hand close around his wrist.

�We can deal with them later. Anyway, you�ve got blood on you and your hand looks messed up.� Seamus said, holding up Theodore�s blood covered hand.

�It�s not mine, its Goyle�s,� replied Theodore, still seething.

�You punched Goyle?� Seamus asked, incredulous

�I broke his nose.�

Seamus grinned, but it turned to a grimace as he held his side once more.

Theodore placed his hand over Seamus�s..

�Does it hurt?� he asked.

�A little, just knocked the wind outta me really,� said Seamus, pulling his hand out from under Theodore�s, letting it drop to his side.

Theodore continued to rub lightly over the spot that Seamus had been holding.

�I can�t believe they hit you.� Theodore said, his voice softening.

�Believe it. They think I�m gay. They think I�m trying to seduce you or something.�

Theodore let out a stifled laugh; they thought Seamus was trying to seduce him and Seamus probably thought he was, when really, it was the other way round.

�So.� Theodore said, shrugging his shoulders.

�Well� it�s true.� Seamus said, lowering his eyes, �I like you a lot.�

Theodore knew that the moment was getting close, Seamus still hadn�t let go of his wrist, in fact his grip was getting tighter as he talked.

�I see.� Theodore said, biting at his top lip, something he did when he was thinking hard

�I�m serious, Theodore.�

Seamus�s hand slid from his wrist, through the drying red fluid and clasped his hand. The sun broke through the clouds outside and shone through the old leadlight windows. The room hadn�t been used in a while, dust lay everywhere, making everything hazy.

�What do you want me to say?� asked Theodore.

Seamus stood there, clasping his hand, tighter, silent, waiting for an answer.

�Thankyou, I like you too?� Theodore asked, prodding for a further response.

�It�s not like that, it�s,� Seamus paused, choosing his words, �can I kiss you?�

Inwardly Theodore smiled to himself, if Seamus thought the game was about to be over then he would just have to think again.

�Here?�

�Yes, here; why else would you ask me to come here alone in the first place?� Seamus asked.

Theodore grinned, why indeed.

�Alright, you can kiss me,� he said, moving slightly so that he was backed up against the Professors desk.

Theodore thought his hand was going to fall off, the way Seamus was squeezing it and shaking at the same time. Their hands slowly turned together, fingers entwined, his soft palm to Seamus�s rougher more callused one. Seamus was obviously nervous, which, Theodore found completely adorable. He couldn�t help but stare at the fullness of Seamus�s lips, they reminded him of leaving the shore earlier that morning and kissing the hand that Seamus had touched. Seamus took the step needed to bridge the gap between them. He had to turn his head upward, as Theodore was a good six inches taller than him. Theodore let the blue eyes lock him in place, held their gaze, matched the intensity within them. Theodore didn�t realise how bad he wanted this. He could practically taste Seamus�s sweet, hot breath, feel the tenderness of Seamus�s lips. He leaned forward, as if pulled by an unseen force, as if he was falling downhill with no way of stopping. Then he felt Seamus�s breath on his cheek, he turned his head a tiny bit more. Nature took its course. Seamus kissed him. Theodore closed his eyes and their mouths fit together perfectly. Seamus�s soft lips touched his and the world felt like it was on fire once more. A million different feeling�s rushed through his body, tingling and spiralling between his skin, burning through his blood and soaring through his heart. He let his tongue slip gently through his teeth and for a moment explored the wet warmth of Seamus�s mouth. Given the choice, he could have died there and then.

Theodore grasped Seamus around the waist and spun him around so that it was now he against the desk. A canister of quills tumbled off the side of the desk, the tin landed with a thunk, the quills just floated gently to the wooden floor. Seamus must have been in shock, at first he was still, but then his body began to respond and he pushed back against Theodore, his mouth and tongue searching him out. Theodore knew this wasn�t a time for words, they could work things out later, he only wanted to eliminate the space between their bodies. He felt the stiffness and fight, ebb out of Seamus�s body as the boy began to lightly moan his name. He felt one of Seamus�s hands slide up his back and through his dark hair, fingers grasping, needing. Theodore tugged at the buckle holding up Seamus�s pants, tore the zipper down hurriedly. His fingers tripped over themselves as he reached into Seamus�s underwear. The boy moaned and his cock throbbed brazenly as Theodore slid his fingers around it�s warmth.

�Theo,� said Seamus, his voice was choked up, full of lust and swagger, innocence and lost time.

"Yes?" Theodore mumbled, lost in concentration, as Seamus thrust upward into his grasp.

�I wanted... Oh, Merlin,� Seamus moaned, leaning into his chest, as Theodore quickened his strokes.

Theodore realised he still had his wand in his other hand, he let it fall to the floor with the rest of his inhibitions. He reached up and took Seamus under the chin, tilting his head upward once more.

�I wanted too.� Theodore grinned wickedly, and crushed his lips against Seamus�s.

Then Seamus�s hands are at him too, pawing, tearing at his body. Buttons fly across the room as his shirt is ripped open. Seamus leans into him, kissing his chest, his neck, under his chin, lips brushing against salty flesh.. He feels his fly being yanked open and a hand thrust in. Theodore grasps the back of Seamus�s head, afraid that he might not want this, that he might want to escape for some reason. He needn�t have worried, Seamus knows what Theodore wants, wants it too. Seamus grasps his cock, urgent, fast and hard, learning what Theodore likes from his own strokes. Theodore can smell Seamus�s body, can taste it on his tongue. Their eyes meet. Seamus arches his back, a curve of yearning.

�Fuck� Theo, I�m close,� Seamus groans, �I wont, I can�t��

The motion between their bodies becomes a balancing act.

�Yes, Seamus, yes.� Theodore gasps, pushing against Seamus, grinding against him.

At first, they were easy and gentle, each understanding the others need, now it has become a fight to see who will finish first. The world begins to dissolve as their breath comes short and quick. Their moans melt into one as the final act approaches. Each hand strokes faster, hips push hard, bucking and jostling for position. Each boy needing more. Theodore�s lips find their way to Seamus�s neck, it�s straining and moist with sweat. Then their lips meet once more, the tentative way they began is long past, now it is hunger and desire that drives them.

�God� Theo.�

Seamus�s voice is barely a whisper. Then it is upon them, a crescendo of emotion and boyish enthusiasm. Theodore knows it can�t last any longer, his skin feels like it�s on fire. Seamus�s heat burns through him, lights the fuse that sets everything off.

�Seamus, I�m� fuck, I�� and that�s all there is, Theodore bucks his cock into the tightness of Seamus�s fingers one last time, a jolt on electricity, back arched, a moan escaping his lips and he comes.

Moments later he feels Seamus�s fingers dig into the small of his back. His face is buried in Theodore�s chest, moaning obscenities and cravings. Theodore whispers his name and Seamus turns his head to meet Theodore�s lips. Then a warmth sprays across him, Seamus bites gently on his lip and comes across his hand and stomach.

For a moment, all is quiet, save for their laboured breathing and the creaking of the table.

�Theo, that was� unbelievable.� Seamus says, his body going limp, laying back against the desk.

�You�re not too bad yourself.� Theodore grins, still breathless and unsure of what comes next.

Seamus starts to zip himself up and then seeing the state that Theodore�s in lets out a laugh.

�What?� Theodore asked, sitting on the table beside him.

�Look at you.�

Theodore glances down, apart from the glistening remnants of Seamus�s release, his shirt is in tatters, belt buckle is broken and his cock is still throbbing lewdly.

�That was your fault.� he says, smiling.

�My fault?� asked Seamus.

�Well, that,� Theodore runs a finger across the still warm come on his stomach, �was clearly your fault.�

�I might be Irish but I�m not stupid, Theo. Your hands were down my pants first,� said Seamus, finally getting unsteadily to his feet and doing his belt up.

�Sounds like you�ve still got a bit of fight left in you,� said Theodore.

Seamus looks at him warily, then toward the door.

�Someplace you�ve got to be?� asked Theodore.

�No, it�s, well, the train will be leaving soon.�

Theodore had contemplated asking Seamus to come and stay at his house over the holidays, but he doubted that his parents would allow it, what with the state of things. It was probably better to let him go, let him think about what had just happened, let him wonder about what might happen next term.

�You�d better go then, wouldn�t want you to be late,� said Theodore, feigning disinterest.

�Hang on, it�s not like that. I�ve got to go, the train won�t wait.� Seamus said, his hand gently touching Theodore�s.

Theodore smiled and leaned forward and kissed Seamus on the lips.

�You better leave now, or I might be tempted to keep you here.�

Seamus grinned, brushed his lips over Theodore�s one last time and headed for the door, only turning back twice to make sure that Theodore was still there.

�Go, I�ll be here when you get back.�

~~**~~**~~

Theodore waited until the door was closed then gathered up his wand, a quick repair charm and he looked ready for Sunday dinner. He was manically trying to think of ways to keep Seamus on a thread over the winter break. Letters were dangerous, but maybe Hera could carry a photograph, transfigured as four-leaf clover. Theodore wasn�t one for making lewd photographs, but in this instance he felt the his desire outweighed the need for decency. He went out the door, wand drawn, still wary of Zabini and his cohorts, and headed for Gryffindor Tower. Colin would have a camera, in fact, he would have the camera that he had given him only last week. Most of the stairwells were empty and he realised that time was against him. He broke into a run, pounding up stair after stair, hoping he wasn�t too late. Then as he was rounding a corner he nearly bowled Hogwarts resident photographer over.

�Colin, sorry, I didn�t see you,� he said, righting the younger boy, who had dropped his belongings on the floor.

�Wouldn�t be the first time.� Colin mumbled.

�What?�

�Nothing. What is it?� Colin asked.

Theodore knew that something was wrong, normally Colin was excited just being around him, but he was short and obviously pissed off about something.

�The camera that I��

�I threw it away.� Colin said, picking up his trunk by the handle.

�You threw it away? Why?� Theodore asked, confused and a little angry.

�Get out of my way.� Colin snapped, trying to push his way past.

Theodore held his ground, which against Colin wasn�t all that hard.

�GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY, THEO!� Colin shouted.

�What the fuck, Creevey? What have I done?� Theodore asked, moving to the side.

Colin�s trunk fell to the ground once more, making a loud thud in the empty corridor.

�Oh, I don�t know, let�s see� I haven�t seen you in nearly three weeks, you�ve avoided me in the hallway and after classes��

�I wasn�t doing that deliberately.� Theodore said, defensively.

�Really?� Colin laughed,

�Yes, ask��

�Seamus?� Colin�s voice was barely audible.

�Who?� asked Theodore, feigning ignorance.

�SEAMUS FUCKING FINNEGAN,� Colin yelled, �I saw you, this morning, at the lake.�

Theodore knew he could play this four ways, deny, deny, deny or give Colin the explanation he wanted.

�Oh, that Seamus, I thought you were talking��

Colin grabbed for his trunk again but Theodore stepped in his way.

�Are you sure you want to hear this, Colin?�

Colin stared at the ground, sniffling.

�Colin?� Theodore asked again, placing his hand on Colin�s shoulder, kneading it gently.

�No, I don�t suppose I do.� Colin said, wiping away the tears.

Theodore wanted to hold him, say he was sorry, tell him everything was going to be alright. How could he explain that nothing lasts forever, without sounding like a complete prick.

�Look, we�ll talk, sort things out next term,� he said, helping Colin pick up his stuff.

�You know that I loved you. I did. I do.� Colin said, doing his best impression of someone full of composure.

�Colin� things are complicated, I�m complicated.�

There was what sounded like a thousand feet running down the corridor. Colin�s brother, Dennis came bursting around the corner, red-faced and out of breath.

�Colin, quick, train, leaving,� the young boy puffed.

Colin gave Theodore one last glance and then trudged away down the hall. Dennis was just about to follow when Theodore stoped him.

�Dennis, is there anyone else left?�

�I don�t know about the other Houses, but I was told to come back and tell Colin, Seamus and Harry to hurry up.�

�Seamus and Harry are still up there?� Theodore asked.

�Nah, just Seamus, he�s still packing,� said Dennis, looking impatient to get on his way.

�How long before the train leaves?� Theodore enquired.

�Well, I�ve got to go tell Hagrid that I can�t find Harry.�

�Best be on your way then.�

Theodore turned Dennis down the hall and gave the kid a gentle shove. He figured that by the time Dennis�s little legs had run back to the station, a good ten minutes would have passed. Once you factored in Hagrid stomping back up to look for Potter, another ten. Plenty of time.

�DENNIS� he shouted, as the boy neared the end of the corridor.

Dennis came to a stop, holding himself upright against a suit of armour.

�What�s the password?�

�Ruttered Bum,� the boy wheezed, �I think the Fat Lady meant Buttered��

Dennis realised he was talking to himself. Theodore had already left.

~~**~~**~~

�What are you doing in here?� Seamus asked, stuffing a crumpled shirt in his trunk.

Theodore kicked off his shoes and made his way across the room toward Seamus. In the few steps it had taken to get there, he had undone his belt and removed his shirt.

�This,� he said, grabbing Seamus and pushing him onto the bed.

�Theo, someone might come in,� protested Seamus.

In response to Seamus�s action of that afternoon, Theodore tore the boy�s shirt open. His lips quickly found there way to Seamus�s chest and he began showering it with kisses.

�Doubt it,� he said, kissing Seamus hard, �well, at least not for fifteen minutes.�

Seamus ran his hands up Theodore�s chest.

�Fifteen minutes?� Seamus repeated.

There was the sounds of bedsprings creaking as Theodore moved around on top of his prey. He pushed Seamus back against the headboard, kissing him as he went. Seamus lifted his hips to allow Theodore to undo his belt and pull off his pants. Even if Seamus thought this was a bad idea, the bulge in his grey underwear would have betrayed him as a liar. As Theodore took off his own pants, Seamus�s cock stiffened and the head slipped out from beneath the waistband.

�I didn�t notice that before.� Seamus moaned, looking down at the tip of Theodore�s dick.

�I think you were too busy.� Theodore grinned.

Like the rest of him, Theodore�s cock was sinewy but well proportioned and as he took it out and stroked it into life the small steel ring that pierced the head glistened with pre-come. Once full erect his cock curved back and came to rest just below his navel. Seamus lay back on the pillows and placed his hands behind his head.

�Going to have your way with me, are you?� Seamus asked, a mischievous grin on his lips.

Theodore looked long and hard into those deep blue eyes, the decision was made long before he had arrived at this moment. He twisted on the bed, reached over the side and plunged his hand into the open trunk. After a few seconds of rifling through, socks, underwear and dirty shirts, he found what he was looking for.

�What are you going to do with those?� Seamus asked, looking a little worried.

�Never you mind.� Theodore said, bringing the red and gold silk ties around in front of him.

Moments later and Seamus found his hands were tied securely to the bedposts. Theodore knew they really didn�t have the time, but, hell, this was special. He crouched over Seamus, pulling his underwear down so that his cock and balls hung over the waistband. Theodore grasped the shaft and pumped it, as his tongue found Seamus�s balls. A shiver ran through Seamus�s body as Theodore�s teeth made light contact with the skin of his sack. The dark-haired boy pulled the underwear down further still and burrowed his face between Seamus�s thighs. He reached up and began to twist the boy�s nipples, Seamus gasped, and Theodore licked the underside of his balls. As his excitement mounted it was hard to resist the temptation to just rip off Seamus�s underwear completely, throw his legs open wide and fuck him to within an inch of his life. That wasn�t the plan, at least not this time.

�Lube?� he asked.

�Dresser.� Seamus said, breathlessly.

Theodore tugged the drawer open where a half empty bottle lay on its side. Scooping it up, he pulled the stopper out and poured a little of the clear goo onto his fingers. He reached behind himself and spread the cold gel between his cheeks, making his hole feel wet. With one hand he braced himself on the headboard and leaned into kiss Seamus, with the other he slid a finger into his arse. Seamus strained under him, kissing him back as hard as he could, nibbling at Theodore�s lips and chin and neck. Neither of them were silent during this; Theodore grunted with each tiny bite, while Seamus growled like a wild animal in his ear.

Theodore wasn�t sure how long this lasted, minutes seemed like hours. Seamus was nearly clamped on his neck, kissing and biting, writhing under him. His cock slid up and down over Seamus�s own throbbing erection. He slid a second finger into his hole, loosening it up for what was to come. The only problem was if he kept that up he would come before he had Seamus inside him. Theodore slipped his fingers out and felt for Seamus�s cock. Seamus�s eyes lit up as he felt Theodore�s hand grasp him and guide the tip of his dick upward. Theodore rubbed the head of the boy�s cock along his crack, teasing him that little bit longer.

�Ready?� Theodore said, meeting Seamus�s eye once more.

�Fuck� yes,� moaned Seamus.

There was a brief flutter of doubt in Theodore�s mind, how had he managed to get himself in this situation, he thought. For the longest time he had imagined that it would be he in the position that Seamus now found himself. That he would be the one sliding his cock deep into the boys arse, fucking him giving him all the pleasure he wanted. Then Theodore realised that�s why he was on top, he might be about to get fucked but he was still in control, he would decide the tempo. He pushed down and felt Seamus�s cock push into his hole. He bit down on his lip, almost wanting to cry out, but stifling the yelp. Seamus thrust upward, forcing more of his dick up into Theodore�s waiting arse.

�Oh, God� Seamus,� he moaned, lowering himself down further still.

Seamus just looked at Theodore, his mouth agape, as if he had been struck dumb. He mumbled something incoherent and struggled at his bonds, finally managing to free one hand. As Theodore pulled up, he felt Seamus grab his cock and begin to stroke him.

�I think I love you, Seamus.� Theodore panted.

Seamus simply winked, strained up and Theodore kissed on the nose. Slowly Theodore began to build up speed, riding up and down on the boys shaft. The faster he went, the quicker Seamus jerked him, allowing him to feel levels of ecstasy that he had never dreamt about.

Finally, after the feelings brought about by the combination of Seamus�s stroking and the cock that was ramming up into his arse, Theodore was left gasping and panting and so close to orgasm that he was tempted to push Seamus�s hand away. But Seamus finally found his mouth and kissed him deeply, and Theodore responded immediately. Their grunts, groans and growls became louder and louder, stroking and fucking in perfect time, mouths locked together.

�I�m going to come�� Theodore gasped, his body going rigid as Seamus continued to pull on his dick.

Theodore tried to pull Seamus�s hand away, but Seamus obviously didn�t want him to hold off. His dark locks feel about Seamus face as the boy wanked him harder, lips met lips, as their breathing became more laboured.

�Seamus, I��

Theodore felt the rush run down his spine and that was it. With deep, heartfelt groans, Theodore came, his come gushing out in thick white gobs that went all over Seamus�s hand and stomach. There was a guttural moan from beneath him and Seamus went stiff. Theodore arched his back as he sat up, Seamus�s cock burying itself deep in his arse. Seconds after him Seamus began to come also, his cock flexing and tensing within Theodore�s hole. Theodore fell forward once more, kissing Seamus for what seemed the longest time. Panting and gasping, they separated and lay on their backs on the damp sheets. Seamus looked round at Theodore and smiled, one hand still tied to the bedpost. Theodore sighed.

�You alright?� Theodore asked.

�What do you think?� Seamus replied, reaching out and stroking Theodore�s pale chest, �by the way, I heard what you said earlier.�

�What was that?�

Seamus wrinkled his nose.

�I just thought you�d like to know; I love you too, mate.�

Deep, deep inside, Theodore could feel the aching void close.
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