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It all started when that blasted Slughorn decided that each person in the class needed to be paired with a new partner. The whole seating plan was rearranged. I was early to the lesson that day and of course ended up on the front centre table, knowing whichever sorry sucker walked through the door next would be my partner for the remainder of the term.
I expected Granger, or even Potter, to walk through the door to add to my misery, not
Seamus fucking Finnigan.
I didn’t know him, really, only that he had, as McGonagall called it, “A proclivity for pyrotechnics,” and he was undoubtedly the most attractive Gryffindor to exist.
We had never actually exchanged words, just perfunctory nods as we passed each other in the locker room between quidditch and rugby.
Initially, I was annoyed that I got paired with him, and proceeded to tell him to fuck off and that he wouldn’t be touching any potion of mine.
By week two, we had forged a tentative friendship; though our conversations mostly centred around potions and small talk about the weekend or days prior.
“Quidditch this weekend Nott?” Seamus had been trying more and more often to make small talk with me, and if I’m honest, I didn’t mind our conversations.
“Yes, big game against Hufflepuff this week, they don’t stand a chance.”
We both laughed, everyone knew Hufflepuff had the worst team in the school.
“What are your plans this week?” I turned our potion 16 turns counterclockwise, just as the instructions stated.
He fiddled with his wand on the table, spinning it mindlessly. “Ehhh, not too much. We have Rugby during the week, and will probably smuggle some firewhiskey and hang out in the common room with Dean and Ron.”
The inner workings of the Gryffindor common room was something that intrigued me. “Doesn’t Granger report you guys to McGonagall?”
“Hermione? Oh no, she usually just stays in her dormitory and studies or is in the library, not really interacting with the rest of us.”
I nodded in understanding.
“You should come by, you know, have a couple drinks, play some rounds of exploding snap?”
“Oh yeah sure, me, a Slytherin, in the Gryffindor common room.” I scoffed, but was definitely intrigued.
“I mean, it could be fun. We could hang out.” I noticed a slight pink tinge to his cheeks that had nothing to do with the temperature inside the room.
By the start of week three, I found myself watching him whilst he concentrated. His eyes were strong and focused, and couldn’t help but smile as his tongue darted out while he sliced the dandelion root.
I had taken an extra long time on the quidditch pitch on Wednesday trying to work out some pent up energy, which apparently overlapped with the Gryffindors finishing their round of Rugby.
As I stepped out of the showers to grab my towel, Finnigan was at his locker, we locked eyes and I watched as his gaze dropped down my body.
I had never been nervous to be naked, but in that moment, I felt very exposed.
Seamus leveled the playing field by stripping in front of his locker to step into the showers, a subtle smirk on his face.
I couldn’t help but look, but I was caught ogling the mans body, which would make Potions tomorrow really awkward.
“Have a good practice, Nott?”
“Yeah, I did, how about you, how was Rugby?”
“Not bad.”
It should be illegal to look like that.
By the end of week three, he had me pinned into the corner of the broom cupboard, trousers around our ankles, rubbing our cocks together until our bellies were painted with the evidence of each other’s arousal.
That was at the beginning of the term. I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve come with his tongue on my neck and his hand on my cock.
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The note is passed between half the Gryffindors before it finally reaches me in Arithmancy.
It’s a bloody miracle that no one knows about our arrangement. He swears he hasn’t told anyone, but judging by the way his best friend Dean glares at me in Care of Magical Creatures, he probably knows what we’ve been up to.
Need you tonight, where can we meet?
SF
I take a few moments to think about it - as if I would say anything but “Yes, please fuck me, Seamus,” - but for some reason, the anticipation and tension I feel in the air by holding out on replying immediately is an aphrodisiac like I’ve never experienced.
The anticipation makes him more desperate for me. And if I’m honest with myself, this secret game we play has me desperate for him.
I glance behind me in the direction of his seat as Professor Vector writes another stupid equation on the chalkboard in front of us. His eyes are heated, and his hair, usually gelled and combed perfectly in the morning, is mussed and messy as if his hands have run through it over and over.
I smile at him, grab a wad of paper from my bookbag, and pen a note of my own, sending it down the chain to my secret lover: Granger to Lovegood to Chang to Dean to Seamus.
Room of Requirement, 7pm
TN
I glance behind me to make sure the chain passed the message and his eyes are on me: dark, broody and intoxicating.
The Room of Requirement is more opulent than our usual accommodations. Let’s just say, every corner of the dungeons and every broom cupboard between the potions lab and the Astronomy Tower have been christened.
Evening time comes around and I have wound myself up tight. It’s difficult to walk with an erection this hard and I have half a mind to take care of it myself, but before I can even think of ripping my underwear off, he waltzes in.
Never did I think that the man always covered in soot would end up turning me into a horny mess every time I saw him.
Suddenly, his lips are on mine and the smooth slide of his tongue against my own sends shockwaves down my body.
Before I know it, my clothes are off, and my cock is bobbing in front of me begging for him to touch it. He’s naked, his cock flushed a deep red, precum beading at the tip.
The urge comes over me before we can talk about it, but I’m on my knees and his cock is in my throat. Before this, it’s just been hand jobs in the cupboard. But for the last few weeks, I have craved more, needed more.
His hands are in my hair. “Fuck, Theo, you’re on your knees for me?”
He’s fucking my mouth. I try to relax my throat but his size makes it difficult to do so. He pulls me off him, and the sound of his cock leaving my mouth is obnoxious, but the look in his eyes tells me he doesn’t care.
“Get on the bed.” His tone is commanding and confident.
I know from our few verbal conversations that he’s experienced. It made me nervous at first; not many Slytherin men are bent, but the way he reacts when we are together tells me that my naivety doesn’t matter.
I lay back, the cold silk of the sheets cooling my heated skin. It’s his turn to drop to his knees and the feeling of his throat is not something I will soon forget. We haven’t done even this much before now, but at the rate he’s sucking, I’m not going to stop him.
The sensations are so intense that I’m close, I can feel it. I pull him off - I can’t finish like this.
He gestures for me to flip over, and I can’t do it fast enough. This angle I’m at makes me feel completely exposed. He smooths his hands over my legs and lets out a gentle sigh.
I try not to let my inexperience make me nervous, but it’s impossible when someone has you in this position.
There’s pressure at my entrance, and the butterflies in my stomach start again.
I can feel the gentle wetness of lube, and the probe of his finger. His voice is in my ear, “That’s it, Theo, relax for me.”
His voice is soothing and makes me want to do anything he tells me. After a few minutes he’s thoroughly prepared me and I’m practically sobbing, begging for him to fill me.
“Are you ready?”
I nod against the pillow. “Fuck yes, Seamus.”
I feel the gentle pressure of his cock, slowly and gently inching his way into me. I’m full, so full it takes my breath away.
“Fuck, Theo, you’re so tight.” His voice is strained, like he’s barely holding on to his control.
His rough hand wraps around my cock, edging me closer to the finish. A tilt of his hips bumps my prostate and I see stars.
I’m speechless, the only sounds leaving me are feral grunts and gasps. The feeling of his thrusts is pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
“Come with me, Theo.”
Gladly.
He moves faster, and pulls tighter. I can’t stand it anymore. My breath catches as my orgasm crashes over me, triggering his.
He slides out, conjures a towel, and cleans me off before wiping himself off. My body drops to the bed, my eyes heavy and tired. I pull him onto me, gently kissing his lips
“How does it feel?” He asks me, as if I have any words for the ecstasy I’ve just experienced.
“Thank you, it was amazing.” I wasn’t lying, this was far better than any fantasy I had dreamed up in my head.
He returns my kiss gently, “I’m glad. Same time tomorrow?”
His playful tone and hopeful eyes make me laugh, “See you tomorrow.”