Shexy Three

Chapter 01- Loose Tongues

Seamus gathered up his potions book, slinging his bag over his shoulder on his way to the door. Harry walked by with Hermione and Ron. "Hey, Seamus! Want to go to the library with us?"

Seamus shook his head. "Not today, mate. Thanks though!"

Harry nodded. "Okay. See you later, then." He turned to go out the door, dropping Seamus a wink as he did so. There was no doubt in either of the boys' minds when 'later' was.

Seamus smiled after Harry, thinking to himself about tonight's rendezvous. His mind was so preoccupied with Harry's many talents that he didn't notice Draco Malfoy until after he ran into him head on, scattering the blonde's books everywhere.

"I'm so sorry, Draco." Seamus turned bright red.

Draco looked up with a brief smile. "Crabbe, Goyle. I'll meet you at the Quidditch Field."

Seamus was mortified. "I can't believe I did that, I'm so clumsy!"

"Don't worry about it; just help me pick these up, will you?" The two boys scurried around the hall, picking up the fallen books. As they straightened up, Draco added, "And you can walk me to the Quidditch field. That's an awful load of books to carry by myself!"

Seamus nodded. His tongue seemed to be tied in knots, and as they traveled down to the field, he searched for something to say. As his eyes lit on the Quidditch locker rooms, he burst out, "Oh! The locker rooms! Those are always fun. My boyfriend and I go there every night, just about."

Draco just looked at him silently for a moment. Finally, he reached for his books. "See you later, Seamus."

Seamus walked back to the Castle, grinning widely. Draco Malfoy just touched me!

***

"You're stepping on me!"

"Shh! This cloak might be invisible, but its not sound proof!" Harry and Seamus's giggles erupted into the night, shattering the quietness of the Quidditch pitch.

Seamus's drawled with a strong Irish accent, "We're there anyway, m'dear."

Harry ripped the invisibility cloak off of the two boys' heads, dropping it on the ground inside the door. The two boys hurried to the Gryffindor locker room, stopping every few steps for a brief snog. By the time they got to the locker room, Harry was shirtless and Seamus's pants were around his ankles.

The two boys tripped over a bench and landed on a pile of Quidditch robes. Their legs were entangled, and Seamus's weight pressed down onto Harry's slight form. Harry's hand slipped up under the Irish boy's shirt, and roamed over and around to his back.

Suddenly, the door creaked open. Harry and Seamus popped up over the bench that was blocking their view of the door.

The shadows shifted, and a tall blonde form strutted in. Draco was still wearing his school uniform.... Well, part of it. His black trousers were form fitting, and his Hogwarts school robes hung open over his bare chest, his muscles shining in the pale light.

Harry reached over, and wiped the drool from Seamus's mouth, snapping his mouth closed abruptly. Draco smirked slightly. "Can I join in?"