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[sea_leprechaun]

Everyone being down in the Common Room, Seamus took the time to sneak up back to their dorm shortly after McGonagall's house meeting. Having not really paid attention to half of what she said, he'd found it more interesting to actually watch his house mates

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[_harry_p_]

Harry made it up to the dormitory more than a few minutes after the meeting had concluded having been stopped by several of the others in their attempts at telling him exactly what they thought was going to happen or already was happening- some of the ideas more outlandish than the others.

Without any hints of what was to come, it was almost hard to really feel too much panic. Things seemed to be moving too slowly with too little threat involved even in spite of the rumors. The only really troubling thing was the fact that Marlow and Neville seemed to have disappeared entirely.

But surely the professors had noticed, and if Dumbledore hadn't said anything...

Shaking the thought off, he pushed the dormitory door open, immediately looking to see if Seamus had slipped away as early as it had seemed. Spotting him, he noticed the grin first, a bit too cheerful and a bit too guilty to be mistaken for anything else.

"Erm...what are you doing?" Harry asked with a slow growing grin of his own.

[sea_leprechaun]

"Nothing, mate," Seamus said, a little too quickly and he knew it. "Why would I be doing something? What would I be doing? I'm prerfectly fine and normal and not doing anything here."

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Harry blinked at him for a moment, not sure how to even respond to such a blatantly obvious guilty conscience.

"Okay...so really, what are you doing?" he repeated again, looking simultaneously amused and curious as he took a step toward him, his head tilting in order to try to peek around him to see what was hidden behind his back. "What do you have?"

[sea_leprechaun]

"It's more a who as opposed to what. Like the whos in who village."

Seamus started wriggling backwards, keeping The Penguin firmly behind him in such a way that Harry'd actually have to be behind him to see it.

Harry was not getting behind him.

[_harry_p_]

It was hours later as he lay there, hearing the familiar sounds of the other boys already tucked into their beds around him. He knew from the snoring and the occasional babble that at least two of them were lost in sleep, and the others were quiet enough to indicate that they too had fallen prey to it.

Stacking two pillows behind him, he reclined back against them, the height giving him just enough leverage so that he could lie flat on his back and still stare across the room into the darkness without straining.

He wasn't even going to try to lie to himself tonight like he usually did, and he didn't bother to come up with an excuse for why he wanted to be able to see the other boy. The truth of the matter was that it was ridiculously hard not to simply throw the covers back and march over to his bed to demand he finish what he started, although he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt he wouldn't do that no matter how much he wanted it at the moment.

Not yet.

It was still too uncertain and too good to go about mucking it up by

[sea_leprechaun]

Living in a dorm with other teenage boys had always meant adopting a 'blind eye' intention when it came to wanking off. Most of the time, they incorporated the use of curtains and silencing spells, and the general method of approach was really to ignore it.

They all did it, they all knew the others did it, and after so long knowing each other, it wasn't anything to be embarrassed or shy about- it was just another aspect of life

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Oh, oh that's just bloody great, Harry thought, his eyes squeezing shut against the flush in his cheeks, all the blood returning from- well, he was sure he knew where it was rushing from, and causing his face to burn hotly at the realization that Seamus was actually awake.

Say something. You have to say something.
But he probably heard-
Say soooomething.

"Um," c'mon, Harry, "yeah, erm, I'm-"

He swallowed hard again, the sound of it nearly loud enough to hear in the quiet of the room. "I'm fine- uh, sorry if I-" Not even able to finish the sentence, he lifted his head to let it fall back with a soft thud into the pillow under his head, finally opening his eyes to stare up at the canopy over his bed for a few seconds.

When he had come down enough from the climax and the embarrassment enough that he thought he could speak again, he lifted his head to angle in the direction of Seamus' bed. "Didn't mean to..to wake you- erm, sorry."

[sea_leprechaun]

Taking pity on his friend, although some part of him wanted to snigger- poor Harry, it had been a horrible thing to do, to break the rules like that.

Nobody deserved that.

Seamus promptly called himself a bastard and lifted his head a little more, propping it up on his elbow and yawning. "No, 'sallright, mate."

Maybe he could soothe the breathed etiqueete. "Bad... uh, nightmare, was it? you wanna talk about it?"