Fic: What Happens on the Astronomy Tower, Stays on the Astronomy Tower....
Title: What Happens on the Astronomy Tower, Stays on the Astronomy Tower....
Pairing: Seamus/Pansy
Rating: High PG-13
Prompt: Seamus/Pansy on the Astronomy Tower with the candlestick
Word Count: 1,143
Warnings: Enthusiastic snogging and a couple of hexes.
Summary: Seamus seems to keep heading for the top of the Astronomy Tower, but what's waiting for him there isn't always what - or who - he expects.
A/N: Written for the rarepair_shorts Clue(do) Ficathon. I was trying to get it finished in time, but juuust missed the last day. I hope everyone enjoys - I felt a bit rusty with this pairing, but I always get a kick out of writing them!! This takes place during Seamus and Pansy's sixth year.
Seamus gently shouldered open the heavy wooden door at the top of the Astronomy Tower and darted his head into the space created between it and the jamb, carefully peering around the tower’s darkened rooftop. The area was almost entirely deserted and, in fact, at first he thought that no one was there.
That she wasn’t there.
But just before he pulled his head back in, he spotted it. It was just a faint glow, off in the furthest corner of the large open area that was normally used by Professor Sinistra for her classes and by sneaky students for less than academic activities. A tall, heavy brass candlestick was nestled into the crenellations of the wall and topped by a fat pillar candle whose flame guttered gently in the warm evening breeze. Next to it, a young woman stood, gazing out over the dark of the grounds, the candlelight shining against the inky sleekness of her bobbed hair.
Seamus let the door swing shut behind him and stealthily crossed the rooftop, coming up behind her and wrapping one arm around her waist. His other hand trailed up and brushed her hair away from her cheek. She sank back against him, though her voice bore a trace of annoyance when she spoke.
“You’re late.”
He brushed a kiss against the pulse point behind her ear. “Sorry,” he mumbled into her skin. “It was harder gettin’ by the prefects t’night than I thought it’d be.”
“I really don’t know why I bother with you, Finnigan.” The annoyance was still there, though now tempered with a bit of breathiness.
He trailed the hand that had been in her hair down along her cheek, traced the column of her neck, and tugged on the knot of her silver and green tie, loosening it enough that he could pop open the top button of her blouse and slip his fingers inside, skating them over her collarbone. Judging by her jumping pulse, he knew she wasn’t as unaffected as she’d like him to believe. He smirked against her neck and pressed another kiss into her skin.
“Yeah, I think y’do.”
Her retort - which surely would’ve been sarcastic - was lost as he spun her around and covered her mouth with his, backing her into the high rampart behind her and slipping his arms around her waist. As she snaked her own arms around his neck and snogged the breath out of him, Seamus’ mind for some reason chose to return to the long ago night near the beginning of their sixth year when all this had inadvertently begun.
~*~
It was a cool, crisp early October night, and Seamus approached the top of the Astronomy Tower with a decided bounce in his step. He’d been chatting up Morag MacDougal over the past few weeks, and they’d managed to steal a few quick snogs in a broom cupboard here and there, but tonight she’d agreed to meet him on top of the tower.
He threw open the door at the top of the tower, barely catching it before it crashed against the stone wall. He spotted her across the rooftop, a lit candle beside her as she leaned against the parapet, face turned away. Crossing quickly to her, he reached out and wrapped her in his arms. He was just about to greet her when he heard the low mutter of an incantation and he instinctively jumped out of the way.
Itching pain bloomed along his upper thigh, perilously close to his bollocks, and as he clutched his leg he realized that his quick reflexes were the only thing that had saved him from truly unbearable discomfort.
“What in Godric’s name did y’do that for?” He looked up at Morag, glaring in annoyance, only to be gobsmacked when he was greeted by an entirely different witch.
“Pansy?!”
“Oh, well spotted Finnigan. What gave it away? My aversion to being pawed by a rude Gryffindor like you? I hardly think I’m the only witch who feels that way.”
His glare returned, and he could feel the Stinging Hex she must have used throbbing in his leg. “At least I haven’t been stood up. Just how long have y’been up here waitin’ for the pale prince of Slytherin, anyway?” He paused, considering her carefully. “Must feel pretty terrible when even he leaves y’hangin’.”
After a tense moment during which they stared stonily at one another, she pushed past him and stalked across the rooftop, heading for the door. He smirked at her retreating back and turned to look out over the Hogwarts grounds as he waited for Morag. His satisfaction was short lived, however, as he felt an even stronger Stinging Hex connect with his arse.
~*~
They hadn’t intended to start seeing each other, and the fact that they now had been for months was an incredibly well-kept secret. He marveled, even now, at how things had changed; one day they’d been hurling insults at one another and she’d literally hexed him, and now they’d been enjoying a series of secret meetings where the least they did was snog each other senseless.
They’d crossed paths a few times in the weeks after that first antagonistic encounter - their intended date never showing each time - and after trading a few barbs, one or the other of them had usually cleared off. Until one night, when they’d apparently pushed each other too far and something in them had snapped. They’d crashed together with all the force and elegance of two angry hippogriffs, but it had been the best snog of his life.
Until tonight. Seriously, she was trying to kill him. But he’d take it over a Stinging Hex any night. Finally, she pulled away, breathing heavily and leaning back against the wall. When she spoke now, she was decidedly out of breath.
“That…that was the last time, Finnigan. We’re not doing this again.”
He smirked at her outright, panting a bit himself. She’d said that every time they’d met. “So y’keep tellin’ me, lass. But we seem t’keep findin’ ourselves in this position. I don’t think I believe you anymore.”
She smirked right back at him, but didn’t say anything more. They straightened themselves up and slipped away from the tower one at a time, moving back through the castle in the darkness of the mild June evening until they reached their respective common rooms.
The candle they’d left behind sputtered a few times as the wick burned down before finally extinguishing itself. An uneven spiral of smoke wafted in the air above the Astronomy Tower, a place that in a few nights’ time would be the scene of a very different type of encounter indeed.
Little could either of them have known that they were a few days away from everything changing at Hogwarts forever, nor that Pansy’s words would prove to be right.
~*Fin*~
Pairing: Seamus/Pansy
Rating: High PG-13
Prompt: Seamus/Pansy on the Astronomy Tower with the candlestick
Word Count: 1,143
Warnings: Enthusiastic snogging and a couple of hexes.
Summary: Seamus seems to keep heading for the top of the Astronomy Tower, but what's waiting for him there isn't always what - or who - he expects.
A/N: Written for the rarepair_shorts Clue(do) Ficathon. I was trying to get it finished in time, but juuust missed the last day. I hope everyone enjoys - I felt a bit rusty with this pairing, but I always get a kick out of writing them!! This takes place during Seamus and Pansy's sixth year.
Seamus gently shouldered open the heavy wooden door at the top of the Astronomy Tower and darted his head into the space created between it and the jamb, carefully peering around the tower’s darkened rooftop. The area was almost entirely deserted and, in fact, at first he thought that no one was there.
That she wasn’t there.
But just before he pulled his head back in, he spotted it. It was just a faint glow, off in the furthest corner of the large open area that was normally used by Professor Sinistra for her classes and by sneaky students for less than academic activities. A tall, heavy brass candlestick was nestled into the crenellations of the wall and topped by a fat pillar candle whose flame guttered gently in the warm evening breeze. Next to it, a young woman stood, gazing out over the dark of the grounds, the candlelight shining against the inky sleekness of her bobbed hair.
Seamus let the door swing shut behind him and stealthily crossed the rooftop, coming up behind her and wrapping one arm around her waist. His other hand trailed up and brushed her hair away from her cheek. She sank back against him, though her voice bore a trace of annoyance when she spoke.
“You’re late.”
He brushed a kiss against the pulse point behind her ear. “Sorry,” he mumbled into her skin. “It was harder gettin’ by the prefects t’night than I thought it’d be.”
“I really don’t know why I bother with you, Finnigan.” The annoyance was still there, though now tempered with a bit of breathiness.
He trailed the hand that had been in her hair down along her cheek, traced the column of her neck, and tugged on the knot of her silver and green tie, loosening it enough that he could pop open the top button of her blouse and slip his fingers inside, skating them over her collarbone. Judging by her jumping pulse, he knew she wasn’t as unaffected as she’d like him to believe. He smirked against her neck and pressed another kiss into her skin.
“Yeah, I think y’do.”
Her retort - which surely would’ve been sarcastic - was lost as he spun her around and covered her mouth with his, backing her into the high rampart behind her and slipping his arms around her waist. As she snaked her own arms around his neck and snogged the breath out of him, Seamus’ mind for some reason chose to return to the long ago night near the beginning of their sixth year when all this had inadvertently begun.
~*~
It was a cool, crisp early October night, and Seamus approached the top of the Astronomy Tower with a decided bounce in his step. He’d been chatting up Morag MacDougal over the past few weeks, and they’d managed to steal a few quick snogs in a broom cupboard here and there, but tonight she’d agreed to meet him on top of the tower.
He threw open the door at the top of the tower, barely catching it before it crashed against the stone wall. He spotted her across the rooftop, a lit candle beside her as she leaned against the parapet, face turned away. Crossing quickly to her, he reached out and wrapped her in his arms. He was just about to greet her when he heard the low mutter of an incantation and he instinctively jumped out of the way.
Itching pain bloomed along his upper thigh, perilously close to his bollocks, and as he clutched his leg he realized that his quick reflexes were the only thing that had saved him from truly unbearable discomfort.
“What in Godric’s name did y’do that for?” He looked up at Morag, glaring in annoyance, only to be gobsmacked when he was greeted by an entirely different witch.
“Pansy?!”
“Oh, well spotted Finnigan. What gave it away? My aversion to being pawed by a rude Gryffindor like you? I hardly think I’m the only witch who feels that way.”
His glare returned, and he could feel the Stinging Hex she must have used throbbing in his leg. “At least I haven’t been stood up. Just how long have y’been up here waitin’ for the pale prince of Slytherin, anyway?” He paused, considering her carefully. “Must feel pretty terrible when even he leaves y’hangin’.”
After a tense moment during which they stared stonily at one another, she pushed past him and stalked across the rooftop, heading for the door. He smirked at her retreating back and turned to look out over the Hogwarts grounds as he waited for Morag. His satisfaction was short lived, however, as he felt an even stronger Stinging Hex connect with his arse.
~*~
They hadn’t intended to start seeing each other, and the fact that they now had been for months was an incredibly well-kept secret. He marveled, even now, at how things had changed; one day they’d been hurling insults at one another and she’d literally hexed him, and now they’d been enjoying a series of secret meetings where the least they did was snog each other senseless.
They’d crossed paths a few times in the weeks after that first antagonistic encounter - their intended date never showing each time - and after trading a few barbs, one or the other of them had usually cleared off. Until one night, when they’d apparently pushed each other too far and something in them had snapped. They’d crashed together with all the force and elegance of two angry hippogriffs, but it had been the best snog of his life.
Until tonight. Seriously, she was trying to kill him. But he’d take it over a Stinging Hex any night. Finally, she pulled away, breathing heavily and leaning back against the wall. When she spoke now, she was decidedly out of breath.
“That…that was the last time, Finnigan. We’re not doing this again.”
He smirked at her outright, panting a bit himself. She’d said that every time they’d met. “So y’keep tellin’ me, lass. But we seem t’keep findin’ ourselves in this position. I don’t think I believe you anymore.”
She smirked right back at him, but didn’t say anything more. They straightened themselves up and slipped away from the tower one at a time, moving back through the castle in the darkness of the mild June evening until they reached their respective common rooms.
The candle they’d left behind sputtered a few times as the wick burned down before finally extinguishing itself. An uneven spiral of smoke wafted in the air above the Astronomy Tower, a place that in a few nights’ time would be the scene of a very different type of encounter indeed.
Little could either of them have known that they were a few days away from everything changing at Hogwarts forever, nor that Pansy’s words would prove to be right.
~*Fin*~