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The room looked distressingly familiar. Badly lit and dim, with a small bed and not much else, it was easy to place himself in the exact place that had formed a very large place in his thoughts the last few months.
Rather, actually, he saw Nott where he wanted to be - all over who he wanted to be with.
But they were kissing. It was only a kiss. A kiss that tore him apart and would never put him back together again but it was only… a… kiss…
Or not.
Seamus lifted his gaze and choked on his tongue as he watched in disbelief as a half dressed Blaise coax Nott towards a big double bed that had not been there either in real life or five minutes earlier.
I want to wake up.
The thought started in the depths of his brain as he watched, half spellbound and half horrified as the two slytherins’ hands began wondering under waistbands, up smooth backs, clawing fingers into the shoulder blades.
They’re beautiful, he felt forced to admit to himself, noticing how oddly hot he was beginning to feel. It was the sounds, maybe, but - shit this can’t be good - but he was unable to look away.
Caught up in the sound of Blaise’s whimper, he barely heard his own, but he definitely noticed it when Nott turned his head on the pillow to look, smirking in a deliciously evil way that fuck this can’t be happening to me - went straight to his groin. He had always known how attractive Blaise was - was there anyone who didn’t? - but Nott - that was different - he hated him. There was no reason to - God now Blaise is looking - haven’t I suffered enough?
He was vaguely aware that there was a breath that was caught in his throat, entirely unavoidable, but it became even more apparent when Nott reached and pulled down Blaise’s pants. In fact, the breath became a sobbing pant for air at the sight of more revealed flesh, and when he bent down to bite Theo’s jaw Seamus knew he didn’t want to be asleep anymore.
“Guys? Can I -“ wake up now “move? Please?” That hadn’t been it. No, he had wanted to wake up now but oh god
The two on the bed held a frantic and whispered conference, then Blaise was lifting his head to smirk at Seamus in a way that would have ordinarily made his heart beat faster but this time simply sent more blood downhill.
“Well Finnigan? We’re waiting.”
Seamus whined. He heard it clearly. A small keening sound in the back of his throat, helpless and needy and just simply detestable if it weren’t for the fact that they were kissing again, tired of waiting apparently and I’ve seen enough.! For God’s sake let me wake up!
Nott made a growling sound in his chest that seemed to vibrate around the whole room, and Blaise smirked and kissed him hard, roughly, devouringly, too much make it stop and Seamus tore his gaze away, shutting his eyes with something that felt like a physical blow to the gut-
Seamus woke up gasping, sweaty and utterly utterly miserable. He could only hope that he hadn't woken anybody up, and that the rest of the dorm would remain safely asleep.
In the meantime though...
In the meantime he buried his face in his pillows and numbly wished to die.