- Astronomy Tower
- Draco Malfoy Harry Potter Seamus Finnigan
- Slash Romance
- Multiple Eras
Published: 05/11/2003Updated: 07/03/2003Words: 31,199Chapters: 17Hits: 154,034
Seamus is Seamus and You are Yourself
- Story Summary:
- Harry goes through some er... changes in his Sixth Year and everyone, including Draco Malfoy, sits up and takes notice.
- Chapter Summary:
- Or the Subtle Converter of slash-haters! Harry goes through some, er... changed in his Sixth Year, and everyone, including Draco Malfoy, sits up and takes notice.
SEAMUS IS SEAMUS AND YOU ARE YOURSELF 6:
I've become completely paranoid after what Parvati said to me.
I tried looking in the mirror like she told me to. I tried jumping round at it so I just caught a glimpse of myself. I tried looking at myself out of the corner of my eye, to see if it made any difference whatsoever.
I know I've gotten taller this year, but so have all the other boys. I've grown my hair a bit, but it still sticks up all over the place. I got rid of my glasses as well- perhaps that was what Parvati was going on about. I suppose you can see my eyes a bit better. They do look quite bright against my hair.
But I'm really pale. Well, not really pale. My skin sort of... glows in a really weird way. I thought girls- and, if Parvati was telling the truth, boys- liked people with a tan. At least I haven't got any spots, that I can be thankful for. And I'm not muscley really either. I mean, I have got them, but that's just normal, isn't it? Or maybe it isn't. Come to think of it, I suppose not many boys my age have...
But I play Quidditch! It's only natural!
I think I look like a freak. Wait. Let me rephrase that. I look strange. I'm weird. I don't look like everyone else.
Parvati's got me really worried, especially since everyone else agrees with her. Is it really true that everyone... wants me? I really find this hard to believe.
But as I sat at the Gryffindor table for breakfast the next morning, I was much more aware of everyone. I glanced around the room surreptitiously. Oh. My. GOD.
Whenever I glanced at someone, they were... aware of it. They sat up straighter and flickered little glances of me. Some of them went pink.
And Parvati was right. Girls AND boys.
I was very, very disturbed. I turned to Hermione. She had her I-told-you-so look on her face.
"It's true," I whispered to her. She rolled her eyes.
"But... WHY?!" I continued.
Hermione snorted. "Just eat your breakfast, Harry," was all she said.
I picked up my fork and speared a piece of sausage on the end. As I was about to eat it, I sensed someone else's eye on me. I casually glanced up at the Staff Table to find Professor Smeldon staring at me. Professor Veronica Smeldon, DADA teacher. The extremely attractive, 30-something Professor Veronica Smeldon who half the boys fancied. I almost choked on my food.
"Hermione," I whispered desperately. "Is it just me, or is Professor Smeldon..."
Hermione didn't even look up. "Yes. She's been staring at you for about four months, Harry," she informed me.
When in God's name did all this happen?!
Well, after observing everyone's movements for the past week, I've come to the conclusion that Parvati was right. Everyone does want to get in my pants. Why though, I couldn't even begin to tell you.
Finnegan is... well, I haven't got any words to describe Finnegan at the moment.
After several pupil's families were killed by the Dark Lord, Cho Chang from Ravenclaw started up a little collection fund for those affected. But not just any collection fund, oh no. It was a raffle and there was a secret prize. In fact, Cho described it as "the one thing everyone wants."
Of course I didn't buy a ticket. I have a reputation to uphold, you know.
Anyway, last night at dinner, Cho stood up and announced that the raffle was about to take place.
"There will be three winners!" she continued. "And each winner will receive... a kiss from Harry Potter!"
"WHAT?!" at these words, Harry had jumped up from the Gryffindor table. "I didn't know anything about this, Cho!"
Cho turned to him. "It's for charity, Harry. Dark Lord victims, you know? I expected that you would want to help. Forgive me for being mistaken. People will ask for their money back, and some people need it."
A dark shadow appeared in Harry's eyes.
The snotty cow! I'll kill her!
"Miss Chang," said McGonagall sharply. "I don't think..."
"NO!" burst out Harry suddenly. "Don't worry, Professor. I'll do it."
He slowly walked to the front of the hall. He wouldn't have refused, of course, and Chang knew it.
Now everyone who didn't buy a ticket was wishing they had done (including me) and everyone who had bought one was clutching it tight in their hot little fists.
Cho had put all the names in her hat. She dove in, picked up a piece of paper, and unfolded it.
"Winner number one-Laura Milton!" she called out.
A first-year Hufflepuff let out a tremendous squeak and rushed to the front. She was so short she only just about reached Harry's knees. Harry looked deeply embarrassed. Milton had gone bright red and her eyes were the size of dinner plates. Harry bent down, picked her up and quickly pecked her on the lips, before setting her down. She looked like she was about to faint, as she shakily weaved her way back to the envious Hufflepuff table.
"Winner number two!" Cho called out. "Professor Smeldon!"
Smeldon stood up, smirking slightly. Harry looked like he wanted the ground to open up and swallow him. At least he wasn't blushing, though. He looked so much better when he didn't.
Smeldon chuckled her sexy little laugh. "Since it's for charity, Potter." she said lazily, approaching him. McGonagall pursed her lips in high disapproval. Dumbledore, on the other hand, looked like he was having the time of his life. Smeldon reached for Harry and pulled him into a long, drawn-out kiss. No tongues though; for that I could be thankful. After what seemed like ten hours, Harry gently disengaged himself. Smeldon strolled back to her place, still smirking.
Cho pulled the last name out of the hat, glanced at it, and began to smile. "Winner number 3," here she paused for affect. "Seamus Finnegan."
There were several disappointed "awws!" across the room, but they were completely drowned out by the winner.
"YES!!" yelled Seamus, practically leaping up from his seat.
"Now, Seamus!" yelled Harry, looking apprehensively at him, his arms thrown out in front of himself in self-defence. "Now Seamus! Calm down!"
"You can't throw me off this time, Harry!" he yelled, as he raced towards him. Harry backed away as fast as he could. "It's for charity, so it is!"
"Now, Seamus! Calm down! Calm down! Seamus!"
But Harry's protests were all in vain. Finnegan launched himself at Harry like an over-enthusiastic puppy. He pulled Harry as close to him as he could, before capturing his lips in a big, sloppy wet kiss. You could certainly see that Finnegan had no qualms whatsoever about using tongues.
Harry made a distressed noise and tried to pull away, but Finnegan wasn't having any of it. He had Harry in a vice-like grip, and after Cho shouted, "it's for a good cause, Harry!" he shrugged his shoulders resignedly and just stood there.
But then Seamus decided to move his hands to Harry's more private areas and Harry began to struggle again, finally breaking free of Seamus, taking in great gulps of air. Seamus had an extremely dazed expression on his face; for once he seemed quite affected.
"JesusMaryandJoseph!" he yelled. "Harry, you're gorgeous!"
McGonagall couldn't contain herself any longer.
"That's quite enough of that!" she yelled. "Finnegan, Potter- back to your seats at once!"
Harry was pink again, and he went even redder when Seamus tried to playfully pinch his bum as they walked back to the Gryffindor table.
"On that note," said Dumbledore, eyes twinkling, "shall we have dessert?"
I'm going to kill Finnegan. Top of my list.
Apart from Blaise and Chang, of course.