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Building Bridges	By : ShadowAngel Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3414 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Harry Potter and make no money from this; I'm just playing with scenarios and characters created by J. K. Rowling of which all the rights go.

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A/N: Hi all. Here is the fourth chapter. We're continuing with a bit of quidditch action and then finally getting to the reason this is an M (only a light bit of funtime though).

Chapter 4 – A Halt in Construction?
The eight students kicked off, some more gracefully than others, with one in green and one in red each heading to guard a set of hoops. The two pairs of chasers faced each other as Draco moved between them, the quaffle in his hand. Glancing between the two pairs to ascertain their focus, he then threw the quaffle straight up before zooming out of the way. Joining Harry, who was quietly observing the pitch for a hint of gold, he offered a smile. “Not too bad?”
“No, but we can evaluate after we leave this with everyone unscathed.”
“I want a make-out session when I win,” Draco declared, ignoring the reminder of the rocky relations between the two teams and the teammates on those teams. He frowned at the snort from his companion.
“When you win? Really?” The Gryffindor gave him a disbelieving smirk before streaking off after a hint of gold, the blonde on his heels a moment later.
This game was going to be fun.

“So that’s…ninety-sixty, right?” Blaise shared a victorious smile with Dean from near the right hand side hoop where he had just scored, before sending a teasing smile to his boyfriend. Seamus simply gave a scowl in return, “You’re cheating”.
“How in Godric’s name is he cheating, Shay?” Dean asked in amusement as behind them Theo – the keeper - flew to fetch the quaffle. He had been observing his friend and the Slytherin throughout the game, becoming more and more amused at Seamus’ antics to distract, flirt with or outfly his boyfriend. It was fairly clear to him that his best friend was not fully focused on the game, distracted by the fact that the dark-skinned Italian was nearby and that was impairing his performance as well as his team. Many times already Blaise and even Dean had been able to take advantage to snag the quaffle and fly rings around the Irish Gryffindor.
“By being gorgeously sexy to the point of distraction! Ginny and I are only mere mortals,” Seamus responded, then looking to the only female payer as Ginny scoffed from her broom.
“Speak for yourself. Not even gorgeous men can put me off thrashing others at quidditch. Especially taken men.”
“Aw, poor Amore,” Blaise smirked, flying to the pouting Gryffindor and giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Tell you what, tesoro, if you win I’ll treat you tonight.”
Instantly Seamus’ eyes lit up, “Yea?” smiling as the Slytherin nodded in confirmation.
“Whatever want, amore mio, it’ll be your choice tonight,” Blaise gave a smile, cupping his Gryffindor’s cheek before leaning in to share a sweet kiss. He only kept their lips connected for a few moments before pulling back just enough to whisper against them, “Now up your game, amore, as I will not be lowering my own.” A second later Blaise had flown away, closer to the middle of the pitch and turned to face the opposing team, ready to defend, his lips pulled up in a smirk. To say he was unaffected by the other’s actions would have been a lie, but having learnt how to ignore external distractions – which included having his boyfriend watch him from the stands – Blaise was well equipped to play at his best.
“Not fair!” Seamus groaned in response, attempting to give a glare.
Rolling his eyes at the continued antics, Theo gave a sharp whistle to gain his team-mate’s attention, “Oi! Seamus! Ignore the flirt and get your head in the game!” he called as he threw the quaffle he had retrieved to the Irish Gryffindor. He had little care over the winning team – though it would be nice to be on a team that won over Potter – he was content in just participating and enjoying himself, but he didn’t want the enjoyment ruined by dramatics from his dorm-mate and Finnegan. While he was pleased his friend had found a partner and had the ability to be open and himself, there was a limit Theo was able to tolerate.
Seamus caught the quaffle, holding it with both hands as he observed his best mate and boyfriend who were in-between him and the hoops at the other end of the pitch, a seemingly long way away. Both individuals were watching him, giving him the chance to move before they closed ranks and attacked. Seeing the opportunity, Ginny moved in, hovering on her broom beside him.
“I know you have an incentive from your gorgeous hunk, Shay, but let’s give you another pep talk”.
“Gin-”
“Shush and let me finish,” the redhead cut in instantly. “I know Blaise cares for you, that much is obvious from seeing the two of you and it’s common knowledge that you and Dean are tight, but the two of them are not cutting you slack, got it? So fight back okay? Forget impressing your bf through tricks and flirts and focus your on skill, commitment to the game and winning this thing – that will impress him. Ignore him and concentrate. If you feel you can’t go further without them gaining the quaffle or that you can’t make a shot, don’t be afraid to dodge, back-track and throw a pass. I’ll stay at your flank when you have the quaffle, and you stay as close to me as you can if I have it. Got it?”
Seamus blinked, trying to absorb all the information suddenly thrown at him, “Uh…this is just a friendly game, right?”
“Oh sure, sure,” Ginny waved her hand, almost in dismissal. “But think how impressed your man will be if we win this thing, and you’ll get your fun later. Plus, beating Harry will put Draco in a good mood for once which will mean he’s more likely to be nice and get close to Harry which will lead to the two of them getting it on. That will put both of them in amazingly good moods which will be better for everyone and the whole school, got it? ”.
Seamus considered what attending Hogwarts with the frustrated, sulking leaders of Gryffindor and Slytherin who were at each other’s throats out of frustration and denial, tearing up Hogwarts as they fought would be like and made up his mind, giving a nod, “Alright, got it. Blaise is an opponent to beat”.
“Right,” Ginny grinned at the statement, giving a nod.
“Just a tip, but you might want to get on with it then,” Theo commented amusedly from behind them. He had to admit that the female Weasley was intuitive and smart – not the only points that he liked about her – and she had a good point about Draco and Potter; he didn’t want to see what the two of them would be like if their relationship went backwards after having had a taste of what they had desired for so long. “Advisedly before Draco gets bored with the lack of play and abandons his search to locate the reason the game has stalled”.
“Right, okay,” Seamus gave a nod in response, paling slightly at the thought of an annoyed Malfoy coming at him. He readjusted his fingers on the wooden broom as he leant forward slightly, trying to concentrate on only how to get past his mate and boy – no…his opponents. His two opponents. He needed to focus, had to focus. Seamus gripped the wood tighter with his left hand, his right arm and hand holding the quaffle close to his body.
The pitch was quiet save for the two seekers flickering around in an attempt to spot a speck of gold, all other members focusing on the quaffle-holding Gryffindor. Seamus gave a long exhale before he was suddenly off, dipping down and to the left side in an attempt to dodge around the opponent chasers, Ginny close to his right flank – about half a foot behind – as a barrier between her teammate and the other two chasers. They were moving fast on the left side of the pitch about twenty feet above the grass, heading straight for the left enemy hoop that Ron was guarding.
Instantly Dean was moving to intercept, leaning far forwards to urge his broom faster. Blaise, however, gave it a few moments before moving, willing to give his lover a bit of a chance. Unlike his teammate who flew straight at Seamus in downwards diagonal flight from the right-hand side, the Slytherin chaser flew about twenty foot at high speed towards his own hoops and looped to the left and around to fly back towards the Gryffindor pair head-on at a downwards slant.
Seeing the two closing in from two sides, Ginny sped up to level with her team-mate. “Speed up, by-pass Dean, angle right and head up. I’ll block Blaise,” Ginny instructed at speed but clearly, a second later dipping down and rolling on her broom underneath Seamus to his left flank, pulling back up to his level and dropping back by half a foot. As always she was determined to play well and at least go down with a fight, if at all.
The Irish Gryffindor blinked and then smiled as the plan clicked into place with the gap between Blaise and Dean on the right side, steadying and preparing himself, “Got it.” He leant further forwards, increasing his speed and trusting Ginny to do the same. Too far to the right and too high up, Dean could only watch as his house-mates passed him by, looping around to follow them and give chase.
One down, Seamus thought as he changed his direction by about 30 degrees to the right to avoid Blaise, starting to climb in height. He could see his boyfriend on the other side of Ginny change his direction to intercept them. A few moments later the Slytherin was on equal height with the Gryffindors and they were close to passing the centre line when he reached them.
Blaise moved sharply in-front of Ginny, going to tackle Seamus from the left side when his boyfriend suddenly dipped to avoid it, causing the Slytherin to fly overhead him. A moment later he was back on track, chasing the once again inclining Irish chaser from the right-hand side. He was closing ground, attention focused solely on Seamus, and Dean was doing the same on the left side, preparing to block him in.
The two were about to close in when suddenly Seamus stopped the climb and drastically decreased his speed, dropping behind Dean and Blaise as the two sped on past him. Cursing, Blaise turned and headed back towards his boyfriend who was continuing forwards.
“Flank, I’ll knock side, you grab,” Blaise instructed Dean as the two closed in on their prey from the front, once again equal level with the Irishman. He again cursed as his boyfriend repeated his trick once more – sharply inclining. Still on course to meet him, Blaise urged his broom faster, climbing up as well.
Suddenly he spotted the football-seized quaffle speed over their heads and into the hands of one annoying, smirking Ginerva Weasley who had levelled with Seamus and matched his speed forwards, catching it from behind. She instantly sped onwards to the enemy hoops, quaffle in hand and only her brother in her way.
Seamus grinned as his friend and boyfriend both cursed and turned sharply to give chase, he himself breaking from them and slightly to the right as they followed Ginny’s trajectory upwards to the left hoop that Ron was moving to block. They could only watch, however, as the Gryffindor easily feinted towards the left hoop only to shoot the quaffle straight past her brother and through the middle hoop.
“Focus, concentrate and up my game, thanks for the advice, love,” Seamus grinned to his boyfriend, receiving a dirty look in return and a laugh from a grinning Ginny.
“Good one, you two,” Harry called before suddenly speeding past Seamus and in-between Dean and Blaise in chase of Draco who had flown overhead towards a flicker of gold. Ahead of him the Slytherin chaser swerved sharply and then dove after the golden snitch, Harry quick to follow. What followed was almost like a dance, the two twisting around each other as they tried to surpass each other and get closer to the snitch, but three minutes later, both were back to simply survey ing the pitch, the snitch having escaped and hidden after the two had knocked into each other and lost focus.
Watching the others, Harry was hyperaware of Draco being so close, but he couldn't afford to lose concentration again, so when he spotted Hermione enter the pitch with Pansy he simply carried on searching, tearing after the snitch a moment later.

Hearing footsteps on grass, Daphne looked up from the book was reading, giving a smile to both Pansy and Hermione as they settled on the pitch beside her. It didn’t take her long to notice how close to each other the two girls were walking, nor how comfortable with each other they were, and she smiled knowingly to herself, “Hello, you two, get much done?”
“Some work, yes, I ran into Hermione and we decided that we would come see how the relations were going,” Pansy offered a smile as she settled against the pitch wall behind her, feeling comforted by how close Hermione sat beside her on the other side to Daphne. She discreetly brushed her hand against the Gryffindor’s as she moved her bag from her side to her lap, reaching inside for her current book.
“So, had a good time then?” Daphne gave them a knowing, accepting smile, watching as the other two girls stiffened before Pansy relaxed, realising her friend meant no threat. Hermione followed a moment later upon noticing her lover trusted Daphne.
“How long?”
“Oh, not long. Since earlier really. Grang-Hermione, I mean,” Daphne gave Hermione a nod of apology, “was very confident and comfortable in joining us before lunch, and she sat straight next to you. Plus, I know she is part of the golden trio – friendly, all-trusting and all – but it seemed quite a sudden turn-about. Coupled with how comfortable the two of you were talking, and sitting close to each other, it was all rather suspicious. I didn’t fully put it together until I saw you both just now, however, and I doubt the guys know, our boys are rather dense like that,” Daphne gave a shrug, offering a smile along with it to show her support and acceptance.
Pansy watched her friend for a moment, assessing the situation, before she silently took Hermione’s hand in her own, their fingers lacing together.
“Yes, well, they are males, of course they are dense, Daph. I’m surprised Blaise and Draco were able to realise their own attractions,” Pansy smiled, laughing along with the other two girls.
“Going on sixth months now and friends for…what…8? 9?” Hermione looked to Pansy from beside her. Her girlfriend just gave a graceful shrug, “Just crept up, no date to go by.”
Daphne’s eyebrow rose in surprise at the revelation, “Impressive. There hasn’t been any anger between you two for months, but I pegged that down to working respect and relations since that project last year. For close friends we’ve all been pretty blind.”
“We felt no need to broadcast our friendship, so no hints were given,” Hermione smiled. “And even if they were, Ron’s always been oblivious, and Harry was occupied with his own obsession. As for your group of friends….”
“Draco and Blaise were, and still are, completely besotted to and past the point of distraction,” Pansy rolled her eyes in exasperation, even though there was a smile on amusement playing on her lips. “As for Theo and dear Daph here, well, they were otherwise occupied,” Pansy threw a smirk to her friend.
“Will you stop bringing that up, Pans? Thinking of that makes me want to punch him.”
“Is that before or after you kiss him?” Pansy smirked while Hermione giggled, Daphne sending a glare in their direction.
“He’s an utter moron. Can never make up his mind. I thought we were going somewhere again, but then last night went and freaking happened,” Daphne muttered, glaring up at the six players whizzing around the pitch and the two keepers.
“Come on, Daph, this isn’t going anywhere, you need to either go for him or walk away. Yes there may be competition, but if you are the best for him, he’ll realise that,” Pansy said softly.
“Yes, if you’re not, or you walk away, at least the struggle will be over and the two of you can work on your friendship, right?” Hermione added. “And you can find someone who you fit with and are happier with.” At Daphne’s look of surprise, she merely gave an apologetic smile and a shoulder shrug. “Pansy filled me in, sorry.”
“It’s alright,” Daphne sighed, head turning to face forwards and rest back against the wall as her eyes closed for a moment, the flash of anger gone as quickly as it had arrived. “I guess you two have a point. We’ve just been locked in this stage for so long. There’s a draw between us that neither of us can avoid nor deny, but we never quite click properly in place,” her eyes opened and she looked to them. “Not like you two. You seem to just work, like Seamus and Blaise do.” She gave a slightly sad smile before seemingly pulling herself together, turning away from the wall to face the two at a ninety-degree angle.
“Anyway, want to fill me in on how this started? Or even, you never told me you were attracted to the same sex, Pans. And Hermione, I never would have guessed,” Daphne smiled to the two, her acceptance and curiosity shining clearly through.
“Well firstly, I’ve always favoured the female form, I just never felt any reason to broadcast it. Those who like the opposite the sex never have to say ‘oh by the way, I’m straight’ so why do I have to? It’s no abnormality,” Pansy stated.
Daphne nodded in agreement, “Fair enough.”
Beside Pansy, Hermione was also nodding, “I agree with that assessment. For me, I don’t identify as bisexual nor as a lesbian – I haven’t been attracted to a girl before Pansy. It kinda just happened I guess; we were working and studying together and the attraction and respect for her as a friend just carried onto something more,” Hermione was smiling softly as she remembered the two of spending time together all those months ago. Beside her, Pansy was watching her with a soft smile.
Hermione then focused back on Daphne, giving her a smile, “I like Pansy for her herself, not for her gender nor sex. Male or female, it’s Pansy I like.”
“And that’s one reason I like you,” Pansy smiled, leaning in kiss her softly.
Daphne smiled as she watched the sweet scene, the two girls breaking apart just a couple of moments later. “Aw, you two are so sweet. So I’m guessing you’re emerging from the shadows now?”
“Well, we’re starting to,” Pansy shared a smile with Hermione before giving her friend a nod. “We-”
She was cut off by shouts of anger from one end of the pitch and looked over to spot two figures – one blond and the other a redhead – on the ground with the other airborne figures heading in and down to the pair. “Uh-oh.”

“You bloody cheated! That was an unfair attack!”
“Oh please, Weasley, I did no such thing!” Draco scoffed, his right hand clenching tighter around a still fluttering snitch in anger, his broom held upright in his left hand. “You’re just coming up with an excuse for your own incompetence and lack of ability.”
“Come on guys, calm down,” Harry tried to cut in as he landed close-by, swiftly dismounting and running the rest of the way. The last thing he wanted to see was his best mate and new friend arguing and ruining the progress he felt they had made that day, but the two wound up players didn’t respond to him
“Yeah right, you ferret, that was a clear break of the rules! You are just like you used to be, lying and cheating to get your way!” Ron’s wand was drawn from his pocket in a few seconds and trained on Draco.
A moment later Ron had two wands trained on him from Theo and Blaise who were either side of the defenceless Draco as soon as their feet touched the floor.
“Come on, mate, this isn’t the way to solve this,” Harry tried to calm down his friend from the side.
“He’s the one who started it, Harry, with his little trick up there!”
“I’m sure he didn’t mean it, Ron,” Harry attempted even as Ginny stepped up beside her brother, hand on her wand even though it wasn’t drawn.
“Didn’t mean it?! Why are you assuming that I even did anything?!” Draco instantly turned on his new friend with an angry, betrayed look.
“Look, Draco, I-”
“Just because Weasley says it, doesn’t mean it’s true!”
“I didn’t say that it was!” Harry started to get angry as well, angry at the accusations, angry that the two couldn’t get along, angry that they were putting him in this situation.
“You’re taking his side?! They have two wands on me!”
“You drew first,” Blaise pointed out, a cold edge to his tone that reminded them all that he had in the past been their enemy.
“Draco! Theo, Blaise, lower your wands!” Pansy called out as she ran over with Daphne and Hermione, desperate to stop the fight. Hermione was quick to tackle the other side, “Ron! Stop it! This isn’t helping!”
“Malfoy started it in game! He attacked me!”
“I did no such thing!”
“And how do we know that?” Ginny questioned, more willing to believe her brother over an old enemy.
“We don’t. They’re all the same, lying cheating snakes!”
“That is not true! Take that back!” Daphne stepped forward to confront Ron.
“It’s not, Ron, sure some Slytherins aren’t friendly, but they’ve shown that they’re not bad,” Seamus spoke up as he moved to Blaise’s side, hand going onto the dark-skinned hand to push down and lower the wand, his boyfriend allowing the action silently.
“I agree, not all Gryffindors are friendly and devious-free just like not all Slytherins are horrible or evil, no-one is defined solely by their house,” Dean added, also eager to diffuse the situation.
“Not all of them anyway,” Ginny muttered, glaring in Daphne’s direction.
Instantly Daphne was drawing her wand, “You little-” she was cut off as she was tackled to the ground by the other girl, her wand falling to the ground beside them.
Ginny was quick to straddle her opponent, fist coming back to punch forwards when a hand shot up, grabbing and yanking at her hair, drawing forth a cry of pain. Daphne was quick to use the opening, rolling the two of them over so that she could punch at Ginny’s face, hand still tightly wound in the red hair. She only managed to get one hit in when Ginny’s fist collided with her own jaw, a hand then pushing up on her jaw as Ginny tried to get the older girl off her. A moment or so later Ginny’s hands were being held down by the others, Daphne being similarly restrained as Dean worked Daphne’s fingers out from Ginny’s hair.
“No! Let me go!”
“Come on, Daph, time to stop,” Theo coaxed as he pulled his ex off of the female Gryffindor, holding her struggling body close in his arms to keep her restrained.
Dean and Harry together pulled Ginny off of the floor, one each holding an arm to keep her from re-attacking.
“This is not the way to act,” Pansy looked between the two girls who were still glaring at each other from their guards.
“We have grown up, we’ve all changed, we need to give each other a chance,” Hermione added.
“Never mind us not changing, you Gryffindors haven’t changed the way you think at all!” Draco glared to Harry, his mask firmly in place to hide his swirl of hurt and betrayal.
“Not all of you anyway,” Theo added, giving a nod to Dean and Hermione, acknowledging the two of them. He himself had a blank expression, his own walls also yanked back up. “Come on Daph,” he started to walk away, a firm arm around his friend to keep her with him.
Draco gave Harry one last cold, betrayed look before turning and heading after his housemates, walking on Daphne’s other side to keep the girl from making a break for it.
“I’ve got to go, I’ll see you later,” Pansy said to Hermione beside her, taking and squeezing her hand quickly before picking up Daphne’s wand and leaving the group with Blaise after receiving a nod and a small, sad smile from her girlfriend.
“I’m sorry…” Seamus slowly backed away from his friends, hesitating but unable to be around the others. All the others could see how pale, upset and shaken the Irishman looked. “They’re not horrible and mean, Ron. They didn’t attack us nor draw first. Blaise is a good person, and I’m sure the others can be too if you give them a chance.” Turning, he jogged after the five Slytherins, joining his boyfriend’s side and getting an arm around his shoulders in comfort.
“What was all that about, Ron? You were getting along well,” Hermione questioned as she turned to her friend, attempting to keep her tone soft and hide her anger and upset.
“They were being their normal snake selves, Hermione! And what’s with you and Pansy all of a sudden?”
“That is none of your business,” Hermione commented. “I get along with her, okay. I know you have a past with them, Ron, we all do, and that you don’t like Daphne, Ginny, but like it or not, Seamus is involved with Blaise, and the five of them aren’t all evil and cruelty,” she soothed, trying to lower the tension.
“Whatever,” Ron muttered, storming off towards the castle.
“Harry…Hermione, I’m sorry,” Ginny apologised quietly after a moment, realising that she might have helped mess up her friend’s relationships along with relations between the two houses. “I shouldn’t have attacked her, she just…she angered me so much. I don’t think the Slytherins are all bad, Draco, Pansy and Theo seem okay and Blaise nice, it’s just Daphne rubs me the wrong way…”
“We get it Gin, it’s just…it’s difficult for all of us. But we need to put the past behind us and move forward,” Harry told her, having calmed down and trying to get his head around how he had ended up in both Ron’s and Draco’s bad books.
Ginny nodded, not mentioning that it wasn’t the past that was the problem, just taking Dean’s offered arm and heading off the pitch with him.
As the two left, Harry started gathering the brooms and quaffle, moving to put them away, Hermione quietly helping.
“You alright, Harry?” Hermione asked softly, getting a shrug in response.
“I dunno, ‘Mione. I just….why can’t we get along?”
“It’s not something that can be rushed, Harry. There’s a lot of past between our groups and it’s going to take time to get over it, and yes there’s going to be bumps along the way. It took Pansy and I four or so months to get along with no problems and to be fully comfortable around each other.”
“You and Pansy? Really?” Harry looked to her in surprise.
“Yes,” Hermione smiled at the thought of her girlfriend. “We kept bumping into each other when we were trying to study for our O.W.L.S last year and so started studying together. I see her as a fairly close friend.”
“That’s good,” Harry said after a moment, offering a smile. “I’m pleased you two have got around the past. I hope Draco and I can do the same.”
“I’m sure you will, Harry, it just might take a while. Now let’s head back,” Hermione smiled, leading the way back to the castle, the two feeling better after their discussion, but the fight still heavily weighing on their minds.

“Blaise, I-”
“It’s not your fault, amore mio,” Blaise offered his boyfriend a slightly tight smile as he lead the way up to his dorm, the two having left the other four in the common room. “You didn’t start it, nor did you say or do anything against us. It’s not your fault your friends still see us as the enemy and you are caught in the middle.”
“It still shouldn’t have happened though! You are my boyfriend and they are your friends, mine should respect that!”
Blaise gave a sigh, sitting on his bed and taking Seamus’ hands, pulling the distressed Gryffindor in front of him and between his legs, “Unfortunately it doesn’t work that way, Tesoro. We can’t just turn a new page and start afresh, there’s too much history.”
“I know that, Blaise, I just-”
“Shh, amore,” Blaise moved onto the bed, laying down and pulling Seamus with him, drawing the Gryffindor with him. He hated seeing his boyfriend in such a bad place and was determined to help him push it away. “Don’t think about it anymore, alright? You’re safe, no fighting here, okay? I know you’re upset and that you’re worried about being forced to take sides. I will be here with you whatever happens between our houses, I love you.”
“I love you too,” Seamus managed a weak smile, accepting the kiss that his boyfriend gave him, returning it. Slowly he calmed down and relaxed into the Slytherin’s arms, feeling safe in the warm embrace.
Blaise started to deepen the kiss, stroking his boyfriend’s side and coaxing Seamus into a more passionate kiss, bringing him to a level where he didn’t have to think. After twenty or so minutes, the Slytherin pulled back slowly, giving his dazed-looking boyfriend a soft smile.
“Why don’t you remove your shirt and get more comfortable, amore mio?” Blaise suggested softly as leant across him to his bedside cabinet, getting out a small vial of oil – making his idea clear, before pulling his curtains closed. The Gryffindor gave a smile, pushing himself up to press a kiss to Blaise’s lips before sitting up to remove his jumper and top, no longer as shy being topless around his boyfriend. He hesitated for a moment before undoing the button on his jeans and removing those as well after toing off his shoes.
Smiling silently, Blaise watched his love, pleased that the other was comfortable enough to undress so much in front of him. When Seamus got to the stage of pushing off his jeans, Blaise also started to undress, efficiently stripping to the same stage of undress that Seamus was at, leaving on only his black silk boxers. Once there, Blaise straddled Seamus’ waist, leaning down to give him a soft kiss.
“Turn over, Tesoro,” Blaise pulled back to smile softly to him. “Let me look after you.” His heart warmed as Seamus blushed and gave a smile and nod before rolling beneath him onto his front. He rested his head on his arms on-top of the pillow as he heard the cork removed from the vial and then being replaced, closing his eyes as large hands slick with oil slid up his back, pressing firmly.
A soft groan came as the arms started to work his muscles, pressing firmly and insistently, working out all the knots. Blaise loved having the Gryffindor like this, the trust that the other displayed, and making him relax beneath his hands. He kept moving his hands in a smooth, relaxing rhythm, repeatedly moving his hands up and down, using the heels of his hands to press deeper into the tissue to remove all the knots present. Half-way through the massage, Blaise leant forward to press kisses to his love’s neck, hands running down Seamus’ arms to his elbows before continuing on his shoulders, regaling in every moan of pleasure that his hands brought forth from the Gryffindor. Eventually he thought it was time to move it on, reluctantly pulling up.
“Onto your back, amore,” Blaise said softly, smiling as the Gryffindor silently did so, the half-closed eyes, lidded with pleasure, gazed up from him, Seamus’ body limp and relaxed beneath him. The Slytherin leant down to kiss the other, adding more oil to his hands before sliding his hands over Seamus’ smooth chest, beginning to massage once more. It was a familiar act that his hands recognised and knew without his brain’s input, bringing pleasure to his lover with ease.
Subconsciously, his hips started to moved slightly back and forth as his tongue tangled with Seamus’, his hands continuing to massage over the soft skin.
“Mm…don’t forget you…” Seamus murmured when Blaise’s lips left his own ten minutes later. His body felt like a puddle, unable to move and ready to sleep, but his skin felt hyper-aware, able to feel every pleasurable touch his boyfriend was bestowing upon him, including the hard bulge he could feel against his stomach.
“Where are you, amore?” Blaise asked softly, still wanting to check his boyfriend was okay with it despite the invitation. He smiled at the “eight” that he received in response, leaning down to seal their lips again as he readjusted his lower body so that his groin was against his lover’s thigh. His hands continued moving as he started to thrust against Seamus’ thigh, groaning into his mouth at the glorious friction.
He surprised, but didn’t complain, when fingers trailed over his waist, hooking into his boxer’s waist to pull them down, lifting his hips and stilling so that Seamus could do so. Blaise pulled back, however, when he felt Seamus removing his own boxers as well. “Shay-”
“I trust you, Blaise,” Seamus smiled up at him. “I know I freaked a little last time, but what we did last month…I want to try it again.”
“If you’re sure, amore.”
“I am, Blaise. Just keep touching me, please. But only above waist.”
“Of course, amore mio,” Blaise met those eyes so full of trust, and leant down to kiss him passionately. He reached down with an oiled hand to stroke over his own erection, slicking it up. Then he once more uncorked the vial, tricklng a little oil between his lover’s thighs which Seamus had mostly closed together in preparation, before placing the vial to the side. Blaise kissed his boyfriend deep to distract him a little as he moved Seamus’ slightly-hard length up onto his stomach out of the way, touching it as little as possible, then starting to once again massage over the Gryffindor’s chest. After a moment he guided his hard cock to between the slick thighs, pushing it down between the warm flesh.
The Slytherin groaned in pleasure, starting to thrust as Seamus’ arms wrapped around him, holding onto him while allowing space for Blaise’s large hands to continue to map out and massage over his skin, moaning as the pleasure it was bringing him.
It had taken the Irishman a long time to get to the stage where he could trust Blaise to touch him and massage him, and he was so pleased that he had taken the leap. It gave him so much pleasure when Blaise touched him and he knew that it pleased the Slytherin that he was comfortable enough to allow it. He had known that being asexual would be difficult for his relationship with the French-Italian who was used to having sex with his partners, but once he had opened up to the Slytherin and became comfortable around him, Seamus had found that he could still give his boyfriend pleasure and allow him to make love to him, it was just in a different, unconventional way. The Slytherin had given him time and had adhered to boundaries, being understanding and accepting, and together the two had come up with their 0-10 system that allowed Seamus to communicate and Blaise to understand, and they had explored what Seamus felt comfortable with. While he could handle Blaise getting off beside him or against him, or even occasionally touching him, they had found that Seamus was very uncomfortable having his own cock touched or being penetrated, so they adapted.
Above Seamus, Blaise sped up his movements, fingers that were pressing expertly beginning to hesitate and stutter as his pleasure increased. Seamus himself was flooded with pleasure and feeling from the hands and kiss, moaning almost constantly into the kiss. To begin with Blaise had worried about what Seamus got from their love-making, that he simply put up with it to please Blaise, but he soon realised that Seamus really enjoyed the massages that could turn him to a puddle and put him to sleep through rhythm, comfort and pleasure. Blaise continued his thrusts until his hips stuttered as he came between Seamus’s tight thighs, body stiffening as he groaned lowly.
Pulling from the kiss, Blaise pressed his face in Seamus neck, breathing in his scent as he breathed heavily into his skin. His arms slipped around the body beneath him, Seamus holding him back tightly as the Gryffindor started sliding into sleep.
After a few long minutes, Blaise lifted himself reluctantly from his boyfriend. Reaching for his wand he casted cleaning spells effectively before retrieving their boxers, dressing a sleeping Seamus first before himself. Blaise smiled at the content look on his boyfriend’s face, pulling the covers over the two of them and wrapping himself round Seamus, holding him close as he joined him in sleep.
Hopefully they would be able to mend the progress that had been broken that day and continue to build the friendship with the Gryffindors.

A/N: Thanks for reading and thanks go to katthomas1987, MoonlightVampiress, Jan and Staar for your reviews, glad you're all enjoying it - I'm enjoying writing it :).
MoonlightVampiress: You're right, yes, Pansy and Hermione, sorry for only hinting for so long :), hope you enjoyed the reveal.
Hopefully number 5 should be up in the next couple of weeks. Soon we'll be getting to the Harry/Draco funtime, but hopefully this showed a different side to Blaise and Seamus.
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