Sex and Seamus
Title Sex and Seamus
Author oops_pig
Disclaimer We all know that this is not real…
Pairing Seamus/Hermione
Rating NC - 17
Word count 1778
Author’s note I've never written Seamus before, so feel free to yell at me if my accent isn't right. Thanks go to my beta danceboydance for she is the coolest.
Seamus Finnegan bursts through the door, running his hand through his hair. He stands stock still in Hermione’s hallway and stares at her.
“What are you doing here?” she whispers, pulling her dressing gown tighter around her chest.
Earlier that night Hermione is sitting in the local pub with her friend Lindsay, who she attends classes with at university. Hermione is taking a break from the wizarding world and attending university while living in a flat with some other students. After the war her parents figured she would need a break, and while she didn’t fully agree, they arranged for her to try it for a year.
Ron and Harry are the only people she has any contact with, which is why it is a surprise to her when she hears a voice behind her say her name. Twice.
She spins around and finds the grinning face of Seamus Finnegan. The last person she expects and not exactly someone she is too excited to see. However she buys him a drink, introduces him to Lindsay and they spend a surprisingly pleasant evening together.
As she is getting ready to leave, Lindsay whispers in her ear “He’s cute,” she smiles and walks down the street, her book bag swinging by her hip. Hermione and Seamus are standing on the steps of the pub saying goodbye.
“I didn’t want te mention anything about school or anything around yeh friend. We miss yeh being around though. Life isn’t the same without yeh round.”
Hermione smiles at him, “I’ll be back one day, I promise. But I’m rather enjoying life at the moment. Harry and Ron keep me up to date with everything, and I have to admit I do miss it at times. I even use magic occasionally, but I like being able to be a teenager. And I love learning more about things at Uni.”
He grins his famous cheeky grin again and leans in, touching Hermione’s left elbow, “I miss yeh. We had something special. At least I thought so. Yeh still as beautiful as ever.”
Hermione takes a step back, misses the footpath and turns her ankle in her black heels. Seamus, whose hand is still on her elbow, prevents her from falling as she lets out a growl of pain.
As he helps her up she looks at him standing in the light from the pub windows, worry etched on his face, and she smiles a little unconvincingly, “I’ll be fine. Don’t worry.” Seamus helps her around the corner into the back alley and holds her elbow as she sideways Apparates home. Apparition isn’t something she does very often anymore, and she has forgotten how odd the feeling is.
So they are standing in front of her front door and she is looking at him, this time underneath the porch light, “Seamus,” she starts, touching his chest lightly, “What we had during the war.” She starts. After a deep breath in which she looks away from him she continues, “We were acting under the emotions of a war. You can’t think that meant anything.” She smiles slightly in what she hopes is a reassuring way.
“See the thing with that is, I’m in love with yeh.” Seamus says roughly before Apparating away with a sudden pop.
Hermione hobbles to the door, leaning most of her weight on her good ankle as the second knock echoes through the quiet house. She stands on her tiptoes as she peers through the peephole near the top of the solid oak door.
She steps back and takes a ragged breath as she contemplates opening the door. The rapping becomes more and more persistent, but she is still dubious as to why the person on the other side of the door is standing there. She pulls the door open slowly and stands back.
Seamus Finnegan bursts through the door, running his hand through his hair. He stands stock still in Hermione’s hallway and stares at her.
“What are you doing here?” she whispers, pulling her dressing gown tighter around her chest.
“I had te see if yeh were all right.” He takes a step towards her and holds out his hand, “Yeh understand, I didn’t mean for this te happen.”
She nods slowly, “I know you didn’t Seamus, but you have to understand that now I’m in a lot of pain and I’m still very confused.”
He nods too in answer and takes another slow step forward, “I meant what I said Hermione.”
She looks down at her feet and sighs, “Well, maybe you shouldn’t have said it. That’s what started this whole mess in the first place.”
She feels a cold hand on her chin, lifting her head to look at sparkling green eyes, “I meant what I said. I’m in love with yeh.” Then soft lips are crushing hers and her breath is gone. Seamus’ tongue is in her mouth tangling with hers and somehow she is reciprocating even though her mind is spinning at one hundred miles an hour. He has lifted her feet off the ground, tugging his hands in her hair and kissing her with so much pent up lust it scares her a little.
She isn’t sure how but they’ve moved down the hall and into her bedroom. She is locking the door and Seamus is standing in front of her bed facing her panting. Hermione is standing with her back against the cool door contemplating what the look in his eyes means. He looks like a tiger ready to pounce on its unsuspecting prey.
He takes two steps towards her and all of a sudden that is what it is like. His lips crush hers once more and he picks her up and places her onto her bed. He lays her down softly; despite the obvious tension she can feel in his upper arms. He is about to snap, she can feel it. His lips are hovering inches from her own and when he begins she can smell the beer he has been drinking and she can feel the warm breath whispering onto her lips, “Yeh can tell how much I want yeh,” he begins, kissing her softly on the cheek, “I’m in love with yeh, and I’m not going away, but if yeh really don’t want this I’ll leave tonight and be back again in the mornin’. Without all the sexual tension. I think though that yeh want this as much as I do. You were kissing back in the hallway before yeh know.” She giggles a little at this and he kisses her again, softer this time and on her lips.
She hooks her hands around his neck and pulls his mouth down to hers. Warm heat envelops her and she realises now that she can taste the beer from earlier. She tugs his shirt out of the waistband of his jeans, dumping it unceremoniously down the side of the bed after releasing it from around his neck. His skin is smooth and warm and just how she remembers it from the quick sessions they shared secretly during the war. She can feel his warmth pressing down on her and she giggles inwardly as she feels his erection pressing into her belly.
Seamus is stroking her left breast through the fabric of her nightgown and hot heat flashes down her body right into the centre of her belly. She gasps around his tongue and he pulls back slightly whispering into her open mouth, “Ai, yeh like that don’t yeh. The nice thing about tonight is we can take it as slow as we want; no death eater attacks to worry about.” And then his tongue is back in her mouth lapping at her own as he moves his rough hands to the shoestrings of her nightgown. They are gone in a snap of simple cotton. Then he’s tugging down the top half and all of a sudden his mouth is over her nipples, nipping and biting and sucking. The heat in her belly is getting fiercer and she can feel the wetness between her legs soaking her underwear.
All of a sudden she feels like he is wearing far too many clothes. She can still feel his cock pressing through the denim of his jeans and she wants to feel the silky hardness resting in the palm of her hand. She tugs on the leather belt wrapped around his waist but because of the aching in her ankle she cannot get it undone or remove the offending articles of clothing. She taps on his stomach a couple of times and he sits up and removes his pants, tossing them down the side when he’s done. She smiles as he kisses her neck and she slips her fingers into the waistband of his boxer shorts.
And then there is nakedness and the heat from his body is soaring into hers and his fingers are in her, touching her very centre and before she knows it she is begging him to be in her. Seamus pulls away and looks at her, “I don’t know how well we’re going te be able te do this with yeh ankle the way it is.”
She looks down to where her legs are laying spread out on the mattress, peering over his shoulder, “I can’t fix it with magic. I don’t do magic anymore.” She tells him
He nods, “Fair enough,” he says and reaches down, moving her leg gingerly further over on the mattress, “We’ll just be very careful then.” And as he slides into her she cannot feel her foot at all. All she can feel is the tightness of her walls around him, and the hardness of his length and as he is thrusting in and out of her she can feel him hit that sweet spot inside of her every time.
Before she knows it they are both coming. She can feel her walls contracting around his cock as he shoots out into her, coming with a languid groan. She shouts her gratitude, which makes him smile in the dusky light of her room. He rolls off her, lifting her damaged leg gently and moving it aside.
“I meant what I said, Hermione,” he tells her moments later after getting his breath back, “I’m not going anywhere this time. I’m in love with yeh, strange as that may sound.”
Hermione answers him with a smile, cuddling up close to him, “I think that without the war, we’ll just have to see how this goes.”
“That’s an answer enough for me,” Seamus says before wrapping her up in a blanket and drifting off to sleep.
Author oops_pig
Disclaimer We all know that this is not real…
Pairing Seamus/Hermione
Rating NC - 17
Word count 1778
Author’s note I've never written Seamus before, so feel free to yell at me if my accent isn't right. Thanks go to my beta danceboydance for she is the coolest.
Seamus Finnegan bursts through the door, running his hand through his hair. He stands stock still in Hermione’s hallway and stares at her.
“What are you doing here?” she whispers, pulling her dressing gown tighter around her chest.
Earlier that night Hermione is sitting in the local pub with her friend Lindsay, who she attends classes with at university. Hermione is taking a break from the wizarding world and attending university while living in a flat with some other students. After the war her parents figured she would need a break, and while she didn’t fully agree, they arranged for her to try it for a year.
Ron and Harry are the only people she has any contact with, which is why it is a surprise to her when she hears a voice behind her say her name. Twice.
She spins around and finds the grinning face of Seamus Finnegan. The last person she expects and not exactly someone she is too excited to see. However she buys him a drink, introduces him to Lindsay and they spend a surprisingly pleasant evening together.
As she is getting ready to leave, Lindsay whispers in her ear “He’s cute,” she smiles and walks down the street, her book bag swinging by her hip. Hermione and Seamus are standing on the steps of the pub saying goodbye.
“I didn’t want te mention anything about school or anything around yeh friend. We miss yeh being around though. Life isn’t the same without yeh round.”
Hermione smiles at him, “I’ll be back one day, I promise. But I’m rather enjoying life at the moment. Harry and Ron keep me up to date with everything, and I have to admit I do miss it at times. I even use magic occasionally, but I like being able to be a teenager. And I love learning more about things at Uni.”
He grins his famous cheeky grin again and leans in, touching Hermione’s left elbow, “I miss yeh. We had something special. At least I thought so. Yeh still as beautiful as ever.”
Hermione takes a step back, misses the footpath and turns her ankle in her black heels. Seamus, whose hand is still on her elbow, prevents her from falling as she lets out a growl of pain.
As he helps her up she looks at him standing in the light from the pub windows, worry etched on his face, and she smiles a little unconvincingly, “I’ll be fine. Don’t worry.” Seamus helps her around the corner into the back alley and holds her elbow as she sideways Apparates home. Apparition isn’t something she does very often anymore, and she has forgotten how odd the feeling is.
So they are standing in front of her front door and she is looking at him, this time underneath the porch light, “Seamus,” she starts, touching his chest lightly, “What we had during the war.” She starts. After a deep breath in which she looks away from him she continues, “We were acting under the emotions of a war. You can’t think that meant anything.” She smiles slightly in what she hopes is a reassuring way.
“See the thing with that is, I’m in love with yeh.” Seamus says roughly before Apparating away with a sudden pop.
Hermione hobbles to the door, leaning most of her weight on her good ankle as the second knock echoes through the quiet house. She stands on her tiptoes as she peers through the peephole near the top of the solid oak door.
She steps back and takes a ragged breath as she contemplates opening the door. The rapping becomes more and more persistent, but she is still dubious as to why the person on the other side of the door is standing there. She pulls the door open slowly and stands back.
Seamus Finnegan bursts through the door, running his hand through his hair. He stands stock still in Hermione’s hallway and stares at her.
“What are you doing here?” she whispers, pulling her dressing gown tighter around her chest.
“I had te see if yeh were all right.” He takes a step towards her and holds out his hand, “Yeh understand, I didn’t mean for this te happen.”
She nods slowly, “I know you didn’t Seamus, but you have to understand that now I’m in a lot of pain and I’m still very confused.”
He nods too in answer and takes another slow step forward, “I meant what I said Hermione.”
She looks down at her feet and sighs, “Well, maybe you shouldn’t have said it. That’s what started this whole mess in the first place.”
She feels a cold hand on her chin, lifting her head to look at sparkling green eyes, “I meant what I said. I’m in love with yeh.” Then soft lips are crushing hers and her breath is gone. Seamus’ tongue is in her mouth tangling with hers and somehow she is reciprocating even though her mind is spinning at one hundred miles an hour. He has lifted her feet off the ground, tugging his hands in her hair and kissing her with so much pent up lust it scares her a little.
She isn’t sure how but they’ve moved down the hall and into her bedroom. She is locking the door and Seamus is standing in front of her bed facing her panting. Hermione is standing with her back against the cool door contemplating what the look in his eyes means. He looks like a tiger ready to pounce on its unsuspecting prey.
He takes two steps towards her and all of a sudden that is what it is like. His lips crush hers once more and he picks her up and places her onto her bed. He lays her down softly; despite the obvious tension she can feel in his upper arms. He is about to snap, she can feel it. His lips are hovering inches from her own and when he begins she can smell the beer he has been drinking and she can feel the warm breath whispering onto her lips, “Yeh can tell how much I want yeh,” he begins, kissing her softly on the cheek, “I’m in love with yeh, and I’m not going away, but if yeh really don’t want this I’ll leave tonight and be back again in the mornin’. Without all the sexual tension. I think though that yeh want this as much as I do. You were kissing back in the hallway before yeh know.” She giggles a little at this and he kisses her again, softer this time and on her lips.
She hooks her hands around his neck and pulls his mouth down to hers. Warm heat envelops her and she realises now that she can taste the beer from earlier. She tugs his shirt out of the waistband of his jeans, dumping it unceremoniously down the side of the bed after releasing it from around his neck. His skin is smooth and warm and just how she remembers it from the quick sessions they shared secretly during the war. She can feel his warmth pressing down on her and she giggles inwardly as she feels his erection pressing into her belly.
Seamus is stroking her left breast through the fabric of her nightgown and hot heat flashes down her body right into the centre of her belly. She gasps around his tongue and he pulls back slightly whispering into her open mouth, “Ai, yeh like that don’t yeh. The nice thing about tonight is we can take it as slow as we want; no death eater attacks to worry about.” And then his tongue is back in her mouth lapping at her own as he moves his rough hands to the shoestrings of her nightgown. They are gone in a snap of simple cotton. Then he’s tugging down the top half and all of a sudden his mouth is over her nipples, nipping and biting and sucking. The heat in her belly is getting fiercer and she can feel the wetness between her legs soaking her underwear.
All of a sudden she feels like he is wearing far too many clothes. She can still feel his cock pressing through the denim of his jeans and she wants to feel the silky hardness resting in the palm of her hand. She tugs on the leather belt wrapped around his waist but because of the aching in her ankle she cannot get it undone or remove the offending articles of clothing. She taps on his stomach a couple of times and he sits up and removes his pants, tossing them down the side when he’s done. She smiles as he kisses her neck and she slips her fingers into the waistband of his boxer shorts.
And then there is nakedness and the heat from his body is soaring into hers and his fingers are in her, touching her very centre and before she knows it she is begging him to be in her. Seamus pulls away and looks at her, “I don’t know how well we’re going te be able te do this with yeh ankle the way it is.”
She looks down to where her legs are laying spread out on the mattress, peering over his shoulder, “I can’t fix it with magic. I don’t do magic anymore.” She tells him
He nods, “Fair enough,” he says and reaches down, moving her leg gingerly further over on the mattress, “We’ll just be very careful then.” And as he slides into her she cannot feel her foot at all. All she can feel is the tightness of her walls around him, and the hardness of his length and as he is thrusting in and out of her she can feel him hit that sweet spot inside of her every time.
Before she knows it they are both coming. She can feel her walls contracting around his cock as he shoots out into her, coming with a languid groan. She shouts her gratitude, which makes him smile in the dusky light of her room. He rolls off her, lifting her damaged leg gently and moving it aside.
“I meant what I said, Hermione,” he tells her moments later after getting his breath back, “I’m not going anywhere this time. I’m in love with yeh, strange as that may sound.”
Hermione answers him with a smile, cuddling up close to him, “I think that without the war, we’ll just have to see how this goes.”
“That’s an answer enough for me,” Seamus says before wrapping her up in a blanket and drifting off to sleep.