In the Closet

Straightening out

"Daphne!" Draco Malfoy said.

"What?" Daphne answered. She was a Slytherin, and rather handsome too, but that didn't meant she liked Draco.

"You are so hot! I bet you can get even a gay man to go straight!"

"Who are you suggesting I should try my charms on, Draco?" she asked.

"Finnegan! There aren't many gays here at the moment..."

"I'll do it. He's rather cute!"

Draco shivered. He never thought he would hear the words cute and Finnegan in the same sentence out of the mouth of a Slytherin.

~*~*~*~

"Oh, Seamus?" Daphne yelled.

Seamus made his way towards Daphne through a crowd of Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws.

"What is it, Daphne?"

"You're gay, right?"

"And what if I am!" Seamus said testily.

"Well, I think I have what it takes to make you straight..." Daphne was flashing her eyelashes at Seamus.

"And what are you bringing with you to do that? An iron?"

"No, just myself!" she answered mischievously.

"Y-you do...?" he asked.

"Sure, come!" Daphne said, taking Seamus by the hand to a nearby closet.

"Alohomora!" she whispered, and pushed Seamus inside.

~*~*~*~

"Let's see what we've got to work with..." Daphne said, slowly peeling of the layers of clothes off Seamus until he stood before her, naked...

His erection was now clearly visible. Seamus quickly tried to cover himself up... but Daphne already had managed to pull his hands away... Smiling she looked at his body... it was quite toned and muscular, something she would never have expected of him... His excitement made her smile bigger. There was certainly potential there. She could see that he wanted her, even if he kept insisting that he was gay!

Daphne slipped her robes of her shoulders.

"Your turn," she said leading Seamus' hands over to her breasts. His breath stocked...

It was definitely something he could get used to. Her skin was so nice and smooth, her breast so tender; he just wanted to stroke her breasts and caress her skin. Her nipples rose, he knew that meant that she liked what he was doing.

That was when his instincts took over. The hell with being gay! He wanted Daphne and he wanted her now! His hands developed a mind of their own; exploring every inch of her body. His lips were pressed firmly on hers; his tongue entangled what Daphne's.

Daphne moaned as he discovered all her sensitive spots.

Somehow Seamus knew what to do. He pushed Daphne against the wall and liberated himself. For the first time in his life he was in a tight embrace with a woman. Her body fitted over him like it was made for this special occasion.

Seamus looked up in Daphne's eyes. She nodded that he could continue. Seamus didn't want to hurt her; again his instincts took over. He began to move inside her, slowly accelerating their pace.

In a huge grown Seamus finally found the relief he had been looking for... Daphne came too, seconds later.

~*~*~*~

Seamus' head lay on Daphne's chest. He was still panting. It had been amazing. He had never imagined that it could be so wonderful.

"Wow!" was the first thing he managed to say when he caught his breath.

"Wow!" Daphne said in agreement, kissing Seamus' hair.

How on earth was he going to tell Dean? His eyes flew wide open and he looked intensely at Daphne.

Daphne knew immediately what he thought.

"Don't worry, I know for a fact, that he his set his sights on someone else. I believe the guys name is Justin..."

"Dean and Justin... Why didn't anybody tell me?" Seamus said in anger.

"I guess Dean didn't want to upset you..."

"Who am I going to take to the Yule Ball now?"

"Not me! I think that during their time at Hogwarts Slytherin students should not mix with other Houses on official occasions like a Yule Ball... I'm going with Nott."

"Nott, who?" Seamus said as he dressed himself. "Oh well, I always can ask Lavender! But promise me this Daphne..."

"What?"

"Promise me that we'll do this again some time..." Seamus said

"I promise. Slytherin's honour. Rule number one of being in Slytherin. When you've found pleasure... don't let it go, at least not that easily!"

Seamus grinned. He liked that rule in this case, since now he knew there was more where that came from.

When Daphne was dressed too, they left the closet: hand in hand.