Lucky Charms

"Finished?" Seamus asked angrily and cut through Blaise's fantasy, bringing him back to reality.

Blaise's face hardened and said coldly, "I haven't even begun, Finnigan."

Seamus shivered and bit his lip. Zabini had every right to beat the living hell out of him and he knew it. Besides, there was nothing Seamus could do to stop him. He was completely at Blaise's mercy.

That thought should have frightened him, but all it did was make him unbelievably hard. Seamus squirmed some more.

"You know, Finnigan, I absolutely despise Gryffindor pranks. In fact, one could almost say that I take them very personally," Blaise said with a voice laced with threatening promise.

"It wasn't a bloody joke!" Seamus yelled loudly in frustration.

Zabini frowned and said, "Oh really? Then what was it, Finnigan? Am I supposed to believe that you truly fancy me? And that you actually had the nerve to tell me? Please! Since when have you ever acted so boldly with your needs? I know your type, Finnigan. You enjoy pining away from afar, but you never have the courage to take what you want!"

Seamus' face flushed in indignation and he said furiously, "That's not true! You don't know anything about me!"

Zabini's face contorted into a knowing smirk. He looked like he wanted to snort in disbelief, but didn't because he thought it would look undignified.

"Oh? Well, do the names Oliver Wood, Roger Davies, and Zacharias Smith ring any bells?" Zabini asked rather cheekily.

Seamus spluttered in disbelief and asked rather stiltedly, "How do you know...? I never said anything to them..."

Seamus' face paled as his voice faded to a dull whisper. Zabini had a point. Why should he believe him when, in the past, he had never acted on his feelings for any of his crushes?

Zabini shook his head and rolled his eyes. Then he glared down at Seamus and said cruelly, "You have the nerve to joke around with what I am in front of the whole school when you're the one who's the fool! Everyone has had your number for a long time, Finnigan. All the Slytherins see you as the repressed half blooded Gryffindor coward who can barely contain himself around Quidditch stars. Hell, maybe it isn't just the Slytherins. Maybe the whole school can see how obvious you are. I know I do."

"It's only obvious because you've been watching me!" Seamus said loudly. He was hurt and angry, so he said the first thing that came to his mind to just get Zabini to stop saying these things to him. He had no idea he'd hit the nail on the head rather perfectly.

At any rate, it silenced Blaise affectively and gave Seamus a little time to recover from the barrage of blunt truths. As he was working himself up into hyperventilating, a door suddenly opened in his mind and Seamus had a brief moment of hope filled clarity.

"You've been watching me. You just had to. There's no other way you could have known about...them. Right? I'm right, aren't I?" Seamus asked, his heart nearly bursting with hope.

For a brief moment, Seamus thought that Blaise was actually reaching out with his hand to caress his neck. He was wrong. Instead, Zabini grabbed him by the shoulder and pushed him against the wall, so that Seamus couldn't see his face. Unfortunately, Seamus' already sore ribs impacted against the wall and made him see spots.

It's too bad Zabini's not in my line of sight. I'd probably see two of them. Ooh, a Seamus sandwich! Yay. Ohhh, I don't feel so good.

"Get over yourself, Finnigan. There are other ways of gathering information besides from a first hand source. Enough of this! Tell me who helped you pull this prank right now and maybe I'll let you walk out of here with your manhood intact!" Blaise said roughly and shook Seamus by his magically bound arms.

With his head pressed against the wall, Seamus was panting heavily and not in a good way. Beads of sweat were forming at his forward since he was straining to both stand upright and ignore the pain emanating from his ribs. All he wanted to do was sit down and rest, but he couldn't. He didn't want Zabini to see him look so weak.

Instead, he gritted his teeth and said very precisely, "It was not a prank, God damn it!"

Seamus couldn't see Blaise's face so he didn't know if he believed him now or not. He waited for some new verbal assault, but it didn't come. Instead, he felt Blaise push his chest so close against his back that he could feel the rapid pulse of his heartbeat. Then, before he could make sense of what was happening, Seamus blessedly felt Blaise's breath caress the back of his neck and heard the words of a whispered dare.

"Prove it."

Blaise gently touched the inside of his thigh from behind and Seamus, quite literally, jumped.

Unfortunately, this was the very last thing his ribs needed at this moment. Seamus felt a stab of pain so intense that it rushed through his body until it reached his mouth. He couldn't contain the cry of pain that burst forth and shattered the mood completely. Something had definitely snapped. His vision swam once more and he swayed from side to side.

Blaise winced at the sound and, before he could stop himself, he reached forward to pull Seamus around to face him and asked, "What is it, Finnigan? Are you injured? Did Millie do something to you? I thought that I arrived here in time to stop her."

Seamus swayed some more and blinked rapidly, hoping to secretively get rid of the tears that had gathered in his eyes. He felt the blood flow back into his hands and realized that Blaise had released him from the binding spell. Seamus placed his hands on his thighs and leaned forward slowly, trying to see through the fog of pain and inhale some air.

Disappointed that Zabini was no longer touching him, Seamus said in a voice coated with pain, "'M fine. She dinna touch me."

He tried to step away from Blaise because, despite the pain, he was incredibly aroused right now. But putting one foot in front of the other is harder than it looks when you're about to pass out. He stumbled. Blaise caught him.

Blaise Zabini's hand is on my arse. Oohhhhh.

Don't pass out! Don't pass out!

Did he just squeeze me?

The pain is affecting my brain. Either that or I'm sadly delusional.

Any second now Blaise is going to realize just how obvious I can be and there are only two possible outcomes to this situation.

Shag. Wank. Shag. Wank. Hmmm.

Oh God. All this talk of shagging and wanking is doing things to me! If I continue with this conversation, I don't think I'll need Zabini's help. Hurry. Think of something disgusting!

Ron and Hermione shagging.

(Good! Good! Keep it coming!)

Idiot! Don't say that word!

(Right. So sorry!)

Start again. Harry and Ginny shagging. Ewwww.

(Harry is so bottom in that relationship.)

Harry. Bottom. Harry and Snape shagging! No. No. No. That's not right. That's not legal. That's...unbelievably hot! Okay, save that one for the fantasy file.

(Umm. Just thought you should know, Zabini's asked you the same question three times.)

Seamus groaned.

He was reluctant to leave this nice little sexual fantasy he'd discovered. He didn't want to go back to reality and run the risk of Blaise not wanting him. Oh, right, and the pain was bad too.

Fortunately for him, Zabini interpreted his sad groan as a sign of imminent collapse and therefore, acted accordingly. He stepped closer to Seamus and wrapped his right hand around Seamus' shoulders and the other around Seamus' waist like some strange dance maneuver.

Unfortunately, Blaise's left hand touched the one spot on his waist that hurt the most. Before Seamus could stop himself, he stupidly shouted, "Don't touch it!"

Whoever thought I'd say those words to Blaise Zabini? Oh, sweet irony.

Sigh.

Seamus closed his eyes to avoid the look on Zabini's face and waited for Blaise to drop him on the ground.

Seamus held his breath and tried to will his body to not show a response. He was exhausted, hurting, and for the life him, he could not understand why his body was still turned on. He was a sick, sick boy.

If he survived this, he promised himself that he would most definitely wank more often than just once a day. Maybe that would get rid of his constant erection. Sigh.

Blaise's hand slid up his waist and rested against the sorest part of his ribs.

"Oh."

Seamus held his breath, but it never once occurred to him to move away. Zabini's hand was still moving and it was just inches away from his...

"Ohhhh."

Seamus breathed in and out raggedly with his eyes still closed. He felt weak in the knees and very glad that Blaise was holding him up. He convinced himself that he must have passed out at some point because there was no way this could really be happening.

But if this was a delusional sexual fantasy, he wanted more than this. He wanted Zabini to turn his face and snog him. Run his hands through his hair and tell him that he was arousing, wonderful, and nowhere near ordinary.

Caught up in the fantasy and still a little out of it, Seamus tilted his head upward and waited for that earth shattering kiss that would change his life forever.

Seamus frowned in confusion when he felt his shirt being pulled out of his pants.

What the hell?

Hey now! At least buy me dinner first! Oh, who am I kidding?

Seamus panted.

Because of the pain.

Right.

Blaise's hand touched Seamus' bare skin and pressed down on the ribs. Seamus cried out.

Seamus's breath came out in strangled gasps. Blaise's touch hurt. There was no denying that, but then why did it feel so good?

Is this his idea of foreplay?

"Zabini," Seamus moaned softly through his haze of desire and opened his eyes to look at the man supporting him.

Zabini's face was frowning in concentration and looking down at his dark bruises with a mixture of anger and contemplation.

Pain that was far worse than anything Seamus had ever experienced lashed through his body and froze his heart. Blaise wasn't touching him for real. He didn't actually want him. He was just inspecting his injury. He was nothing to him.

He had to get out of here. He couldn't stand this anymore. Being this close to Blaise and not taste him was torture. He needed more than this...sympathy grope.

Get up, you ponce!

Okay, maybe I'll stay here for just a few more minutes.

"Fin-ni-gan?" Blaise said very slowly, enunciating every syllable. He made Seamus' last name sound like an expensive chocolate, all hot and thick and slow.

As he slowly uttered those syllables, he began to caress Seamus' ribs with his index finger. Back and forth, left to right, over and over again. The gentle touch was the perfect tease to Seamus. It kept bringing him to the brink only to deny him what he needed.

"Yes?" Seamus answered with a strangled reply and met Blaise's gaze with his own unsteady one.

"Who hurt you?" Zabini asked as he slowly soothed Seamus' damaged ribs, disguising his pain with pleasure.

Seamus flinched and looked away from Zabini's observant gaze. He was about to say that no one had hurt him and that he had fallen down the stairs this morning when Blaise, as if sensing Seamus' future lie, leaned forward and pressed his body against Seamus' chest.

Blaise's face was now so close that Seamus could see the brown flecks in his black eyes and feel his breath on his skin. But Zabini wasn't finished. With his right hand, he reached under Seamus' shirt and began massaging the small of his back with his thumb. Seamus closed his eyes as shudders wracked through his body.

The knowledge that the Slytherin was doing this just to get information from him was worse than any physical pain Zabini could have possibly inflicted. Still, Seamus was so low on the self respect-ometer that he was willing to take whatever he could get. With that in mind, Seamus held out against the exquisite torture.

"Tell me who touched you, Finnigan, and I'll make him pay," Blaise whispered into Seamus' ear as he caressed his body. Seamus could almost feel Blaise's lips rub against his ear. He was just one giant ball of sensation, a mixture of pain and pleasure resonating all over him.

"Malfoy. It was Malfoy," Seamus said shakily and cursed himself for giving up too easily, but Blaise could have asked him anything right now and he would have gladly given it. What was one name?

Seamus gasped as Blaise's grip tightened around him and he opened his eyes. His pupils dilated in shock and his chest expanded with his sudden inhalation of breath. He had never seen Zabini look so angry. His lip curled and Seamus could practically hear Zabini's teeth grinding.

Seamus blinked and the moment was gone.

Zabini had shaken his head, so that his bangs were now covering his eyes in a thick layer. Then he cracked his neck from side to side and loosened his hold on Seamus' torso.

With a very tightly controlled voice, Blaise asked, "What does Malfoy have on you?"

Seamus blinked in amazement and swallowed thickly before he said, "What?"

Blaise frowned and impatiently said, "Don't be coy, Finnigan. It doesn't become you."

Seamus let out a soft cry of protest as Zabini quickly released his grip and put some distance between them. Seamus felt a rush of cold and a feeling of emptiness envelop him as he stood there completely under his own power.

"I don't know why I didn't see Malfoy's hand in this. Foolish hope, I suppose," Zabini said enigmatically as he stared at a confused Seamus.

Seamus just looked at him blankly. He couldn't understand why Zabini was no longer touching him. So what if it had been Malfoy? The Ferret has had a habit of attacking students since his first year here.

"Don't give me that look, Finnigan. Do you really think that I am stupid enough to believe that Malfoy's attack on you and your sudden declaration of feelings have nothing to do with each other and are completely coincidental? Don't insult my intelligence," Zabini said coldly as he stared down at a surprised Seamus.

Seamus tried to pull a clever comeback out of his hat, but he was at an incredible disadvantage. For one thing, this was Zabini, and for another, he wanted nothing better to do, but shag and fall sleep. In that order. Both of these little facts didn't exactly encourage mental fortitude.

Seamus was snapped out of his internal bleariness when he heard Blaise let out a deep sigh of frustration and say, "Tell me what kind of blackmail Malfoy has on you, Finnigan. Maybe I can help. I've sort of made it my business to oppose Malfoy at every opportunity."

When Blaise talked like that, all soft and gentle like, it made Seamus want to tell him everything. But even Seamus had the good sense not to provide another Slytherin with good blackmail material.

"H-he has a page from my journal," Seamus lied in an almost convincing way. It made sense and would have been believable, if Seamus actually had a journal.

Blaise frowned at him and said angrily, "I see. So Malfoy used this incriminating page to blackmail you into outing me to the whole school. I admit it. It's a brilliant plan and making you the instigator just made it all the more perfect."

Seamus flinched when Zabini said that last word. It was filled with so much frustration and disappointment, but underneath that there was an aching hurt.

"I should have known that you were acting. You always were good at putting on a show for others. I could kick myself for almost believing your fancy declaration of how amazing I am. You don't know a thing about me, Finnigan. If you did, you would know that I'm a big believer in equal punishment towards all offenders," Zabini declared coldly and took a menacing step forward.

Seamus used what remaining good sense he had to realize the danger of the situation and try to get away. He jumped to the right like a frightened rabbit, but his injury decreased his mobility and gave Zabini plenty of time to react.

Zabini grabbed onto Seamus' left arm and yanked him backwards. Then, with both hands wrapped around Seamus' shoulders, he pushed Seamus' back against the wall and squeezed him against it, chest to chest.

Seamus' feelings of pain and panic overrode his sense of pleasure. He futilely struggled against Zabini and shouted loudly, "It was Malfoy's fault! He's the one who made me do it!"

Blaise's left hand covered Seamus' mouth, silencing him completely. With his right, he pinned Seamus' left arm against the wall. Zabini didn't have to worry about Seamus' other arm because Seamus' ribs were throbbing so painfully that he couldn't move his arm even if he wanted to.

"Don't worry. Malfoy will get what's coming to him. Until then, I'll just have to satisfy myself with you," Blaise promised.

Then he dove in.

Zabini's lips landed on the left side of Seamus' neck and clamped down. Marking him with a mixture of teeth and tongue, Blaise sucked so hard on Seamus' neck that Seamus could hear his own muffled cries from underneath Zabini's hand.

"Never make an invitation to a Slytherin if you don't want him to take you up on it," Blaise whispered into Seamus' neck as he slowly licked upwards until he reached that sweet spot just below Seamus' ear.

When Blaise bit down on Seamus' ear lobe hard enough to draw blood, Seamus arched his back and cried out into Zabini's hand. The crafty Slytherin took advantage of Seamus' distraction to spread his legs open and press himself against Seamus' groin.

Then, as if convinced that Seamus could no longer speak, let alone resist, Blaise removed his hand from Seamus' mouth and placed it on top of the bulge in Seamus' pants. He let his hand rest there for a moment and then he squeezed.

Seamus jerked upwards and cried out again, but this time in pain and pleasure. Sudden movements were not doing his ribs any favors. His vision swam around only to freeze completely when Seamus felt Blaise's hand reach inside his pants.

For some reason, that for the life of him he couldn't understand or even remember later on, Seamus was against this idea. Since his left hand was still pinned, he had to use his weakened right to resist Blaise's seductive grasp. He couldn't really do much, except tug weakly on Blaise's wrist.

Blaise's hand stilled, but didn't move away. It just stayed there while Blaise leaned in so that his eyes were mere inches away from Seamus' face.

"Isn't this what you wanted?" Zabini asked him hoarsely and out of breath.

Panting, Seamus shook his head slowly and said, "No. Not like this."

Blaise took his hand away and stepped away from Seamus' quivering body. Something flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly stifled by anger and bitterness.

"So you admit it. You don't really want me. It was all just a part of Malfoy's blackmail plan. I knew it," Zabini spat out and Seamus saw his fists clench.

For a brief moment, Seamus thought that he was going to strike him, but he didn't. Instead, Seamus watched helplessly as Zabini turned his back on him and started walking briskly towards the door.

"No...wait! Zabini!" Seamus shouted as he used the wall to push himself upright, but Blaise was ignoring him. Seamus couldn't let him leave like this, so he forced himself to move his feet forward. However, the adrenaline rush from Zabini's touch, which had sustained him during their whole encounter, was already fading away, leaving him weak and out of balance.

Seamus moved too quickly and tripped over his numb feet. He landed on the ground with a sickening thud and shut his eyes against the pain. It was sure force of will that kept him from passing out right then and there.

"Zabini...'m sorry," Seamus mumbled softly and wrapped his hand around his sore ribs.

Blaise had reached the door and was standing right in front of it. He kept telling himself to walk through it, to leave this place, and forget about his obsession with this idiotic Gryffindor.

Something held him back. Maybe it was his hope for more between them or maybe it was just a Slytherin covering his arse, but Blaise couldn't just leave him there.

One look, Blaise told himself, just one look to make sure that he's alright and then I'll leave. Blaise inhaled deeply and slowly turned around.

Finnigan was lying on his side with his head rolled back and his eyes tightly shut. One hand was holding on to his side and his opposite arm was stretched out on the floor, still reaching towards Blaise.

Blaise's breath caught in his throat. Finnigan looked so young lying there with his hair all messy and his cheeks all red, just like the first time Blaise had ever seen him so many years ago. Even though Finnigan was obviously in pain, his lips were still quirked up at the sides, almost as if he were about to smile.

He was just so beautiful, but it wasn't an obvious or flashy beauty. It didn't make you stop dead in your tracks and walk into a wall. Instead, his is a beauty that creeps up on you and keeps drawing you back, a beauty that you could spend hours staring at and never be satisfied.

Sigh.

Pushing his former resolve to the back of his mind, Blaise walked forward and squatted down next to Finnigan's prone form. With a gentleness that is seldom shown, Blaise gently lifted Seamus off the floor and cradled him in his arms.

"What am I going to do with you, Finnigan?" Blaise asked worriedly as he stared down at an unconscious Seamus. Then Blaise raised his hand and brushed the hair out of Seamus' face.

Next, as if there was a magical force beyond his control making him act, Blaise leaned in closely and kissed Seamus with a tenderness that scared and thrilled him at the same time.

Right then, it didn't matter whether Finnigan wanted him or not. It didn't matter that Malfoy had coerced Seamus into going against his true nature. All that mattered was the taste of Finnigan on his tongue and the scent of vanilla on his skin.

Sighing deeply, Blaise forced himself to tear his mouth away from Seamus and inhale ragged, steadying breaths. It took every ounce of will power not to be greedy and try for more. Blaise knew that he had probably gone too far and ruined whatever chance he had with Seamus. That dismal thought made him tense up and hold onto Finnigan rather tightly.

"Blaise," Seamus whispered softly into Blaise's shoulder.

Blaise froze. He thought that his kiss had somehow awoken Finnigan, but he was mistaken. The smaller boy just burrowed himself further into Blaise's robes and placed his hand over Blaise's rapidly beating heart.

Seamus never opened his eyes the entire time. He just kept mumbling "Blaise" over and over again in his sleep with a smile on his face.

Blaise's mouth quirked up in a small half smile as he held Finnigan in his warm embrace. After he exhaled a self satisfied sigh, Blaise gently rested his head on top of Seamus' and made a promise to himself that Malfoy would pay.