Chapter 12: Romance

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A/N: The story is coming along nicely. I get so drawn into writing this, I'll zone in on it and 2 hours will pass without me even noticing. I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it.

Disclaimer: I only claim my plot and OCs, everything else is JKR's.

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Seamus woke up to a crisp, cool morning. It was the full moon tonight, but that wasn't even on his mind. He rolled over on top of Harry and rubbed up against him, dry humping, pushing their bodies together, he started snogging the sleeping boy's neck.

Harry woke up to the sensations Seamus was causing. Harry reached his hand down and squeezed the taller's cock, he'd taken to calling it that because it got Seamus going, and helped stimulate it. He let himself succumb to the feeling of Seamus kissing and nipping at his neck. The skin there was sensitive. Without noticing, Harry was bucking his hips back into Seamus, rubbing together.

They'd do this often, sometimes even twice a day. Ever since Healer Smythe recommended it, Seamus had used it as an excuse just to shag Harry more often. Harry usually replied with 'Well, only for your health'.

"Mm, Tá tú chomh diabhal te." Seamus moaned into Harry's neck. When he got worked up like this, he didn't really remember English.

Hearing Seamus speak in Gaelic was one of Harry's biggest turn ons.

"Seamus..." Harry barely breathed the name out. His voice was husky and so, so needy. He came, hitting both of them.

That drove Seamus over the edge, who followed seconds later. Seamus pushed his face into Harry's neck again and took a deep breath. Harry lifted himself up and made eye contact with Seamus as he lowered himself to Seamus' abdomen. He licked all of the cum off of his lovers body, and lowered himself down to Seamus' cock. He gave it a tentative lick, sending shivers down the Irishman's spine.

They didn't make it to breakfast.

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Ron tensed when he saw Pigwidgeon swooping down with the mail owls. He'd been conversing with his mother over his new crush, and the most recent advice he asked for was in that letter.

Pig dropped the note on his plate and landed in Ginny's pumpkin juice.

"Ruddy owl..." Ron picked Pig out of the juice and dried him with a charm. "Thanks for the letter, go get some food."

Pig hooted and took off for the owlry. Ron smiled and looked down at his letter. He sliced the envelope open and read it.

Ronniekins,

You need to do it. Think of how you would feel if you were in Hermione's shoes? If she were your true love, you wouldn't have developed a new crush. You will always develop lust for others, but you've been describing love in your letters.

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