Harry/Seamus - Fed up of the Fight - One Shot
Title:Fed up of the Fight
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Harry/Seamus mentions of Harry/Draco
Summary: Seamus has always felt like hes had to fight for Harry, and maybe he just can't fight anymore.
Warning: Angst/Romance
Author Info: Beta-d by the lovely kcstories
“I can’t believe this is happening, I can’t believe you’re running off to bloody rescue him again!” Seamus bellowed. He stood in the doorway of his and Harry’s bedroom, watching Harry wander about the room, packing things into a small overnight bag.
“He sounded like he was in real trouble. What do you expect me to do?” Harry looked up momentarily to meet his boyfriend’s gaze before guiltily looking away again and shoving a red t-shirt into the bag.
“He’s not in real trouble and you know it, Harry. You’d go running to him no matter what he said his problem was, and you know that too,” Seamus snapped before sinking into the over stuffed armchair sitting in the corner of the neatly decorated room. Harry sighed heavily and looked up to examine his sandy haired partner who was obviously more than a little anxious about Harry running off at the drop of a hat to bail out Draco yet again.
The truth was that Seamus had every right to feel insecure when it came to Draco Malfoy. He was the one he had to try and live up to every single day, the one who’d broken Harry so badly that on some days, Seamus still felt like he was putting Harry back together. There was nothing he could do to change the situation. He loved Harry and if he wanted to keep him, he would have to suffer the blonde former Slytherin re-entering their lives and dragging Harry’s attention away whenever he saw fit.
Harry and Draco had started shagging right out of Hogwarts. With the war over and House rivalries diminished, there had been little stopping them and whether Harry would admit it or not, he had fallen head over heels for the snarky blonde. It had lasted two years until Draco had been offered a job in Paris, too good to turn down, and had left Harry, seemingly without so much as a second glance. They’d vowed to remain friends, though Harry hadn’t quite understood how that would work considering they had never been friends before; nonetheless, they had gotten on with their lives. Harry had been devastated even if he had hidden it well and now did his best to remain Draco’s friend. Draco, on the other hand, would pick Harry up and put him back down again whenever he returned to London, briefly lifting the spirits of the raven haired hero, only to leave once more and plummet Harry back into a pit of despair. Seamus and Harry had gotten together more than a year after Draco’s departure and they had been inseparable ever since, except for these few moments when Seamus would lose Harry to Draco.
Harry didn’t seem to comprehend a single word Seamus was saying, as he continued to stuff clothing and other essentials into his overnight bag. It wasn’t until Seamus forced his way into Harry’s path, during a trip to the bathroom to get his razor, that Harry finally stopped and looked at him.
“He always does this Harry. He always messes with your head. When are you going to realise that he doesn’t want you anymore, not like that? When is this crap going to end?” Seamus knew he sounded shrill, but he didn’t think he could cope with Harry doing this to him again. He had more self worth than to share the person he loved with someone else whenever said person felt like snapping their fingers.
“He’s my friend, Seamus. You’re being paranoid!” Harry replied dismissively as he tried to step around the broad shouldered Irishman blocking his exit out of the bedroom.
“Am I, Harry? I really don’t think I am! Does he have you under Imperius or something? He snaps his fingers and you drop everything, leave people you claim to care about, to run after a man who left you, Harry. He. Left. You!” Seamus was shouting now, following Harry down their hall, into their small bathroom and shouting his head off, but he could see it was getting him absolutely nowhere. Harry was almost completely ignoring him. He only flinched towards the end of Seamus’ rant at the mention of Draco leaving him. Harry pushed past him and trudged back to their room. Seamus wanted to scream. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t watch Harry leave and spend the next however many days it would take for him to come back, worrying that he simply wouldn’t.
He slowly followed Harry back to their bedroom and stood in the doorway, staring at Harry in defeat.
“If you go, Harry, then I’m not going to be here when you get back, if you decide to come back this time,” Seamus said defiantly. He meant every single word but he could still feel his hands shaking where he had them shoved under his armpits. That got Harry’s attention and he looked up at Seamus as if those words were the first thing Harry had heard all evening.
“What? Seamus how can you say that?” Harry practically wailed.
“How can you go to him, again? He doesn’t fucking care about you! If he did, he would never have buggered off to France, he would never have treated you the way he did. You’re so fucking blind when it comes to him and I can’t believe I’m still fighting him for you!” Seamus’ voice shook with emotion and he prayed that he was finally getting through to Harry.
“You’re mine, Seamus, and I’m yours. I’m not his, but I have to help him. I have to! I have too much history with him to just ignore him when he needs me,” Harry whimpered and zipped up the bag. “If you can’t understand that, then maybe we should be over.” Harry slung the bag over his shoulder and stared at Seamus sadly.
“So you’ve made your decision then. If you walk out that door, I’ll be gone by the time you come back,” Seamus repeated and watched as Harry flinched but continued to stand there in front of him resolutely.
“I love you, Seamus.” Harry sighed sadly and stepped around his soon to be former sandy haired lover and walked slowly down the stairs of the small house they had been sharing for more than a year.
Seamus felt anger burst through him as he heard the bottom stair creak.
“Well, don’t fucking think you can come crawling back here when he’s finished with you!” he snarled and sank to the floor, bashing his head against the door frame in frustration as he sat.
*
It was hours later and well into the night when Seamus heard the front door close and he stopped breathing. It was Harry. The only other people with a key to their house were Ron and Hermione and they wouldn’t come over in the middle of the night without Flooing, not even if it was an emergency. He silently sat up in bed and listened intently to the sounds of the house he was so familiar with. The creaking floor boards as Harry moved up the stairs and onto the landing in front of their bedroom door. Seamus felt his heartbeat speed up as the door was pushed open and he could make out Harry’s dishevelled form in the slight glow the moon was sending through the window.
“Seamus?” Harry’s voice sounded choked, yet Seamus didn’t speak. He just sat there looking at Harry, wanting to know what had happened, why Harry was back so soon.
“Seamus, I’m sorry.” Harry stepped further into the room and dropped his bag by the door before closing it. Seamus still didn’t know what he was supposed to say.
“I didn’t see Draco. I didn’t get that far. I got to the Ministry’s International Portkey Centre and I stood there in the queue. There was this voice in my head screaming at me to stop. This niggling little conscience voice telling me I was being a fool, had been a fool all along and that I was making the biggest mistake of my life by leaving you.” Harry’s voice cracked and he stood there silently, obviously waiting for some sort of reaction or reply.
“You’ve hurt me so badly, Harry,” Seamus whispered into the room. His voice was sleep roughened and his throat was sore from the very unmanly sobs he was loathed to admit had escaped him after Harry had left earlier that evening. Seamus heard Harry exhale loudly, before he rushed towards the bed and sat next to Seamus, taking one of Seamus’ larger hands in his.
“I know. I’m a fool. I’m sorry,” Harry whispered and lifted Seamus’ hand to his mouth and kissed his knuckles.
“I won’t wait forever for you to sort this out. I love you, Harry, but I wont be second best. I deserve better than that.” Seamus sounded exhausted and Harry squeezed his hand tightly.
“There is nothing to sort out, not anymore. Draco lost me. I’m yours, Seamus, only yours,” Harry whispered intently. He gripped Seamus’ chin and forced the sandy haired man to look him in the eye. “If you still want me to be, that is,” Harry added softly.
“I’ve always wanted you, Harry. You’re all I want,” Seamus replied and pulled Harry close by their joined hands. Harry smiled at him tentatively before sealing their mouths together.
“I’m sorry,” Harry whispered as they separated.
“So am I. I should have fought for you earlier, made you stay.” Seamus sighed, as he laid back and pulled Harry on top of him. They settled into the silence, just the sound of their breathing. Seamus clung to the smaller man and thanked what ever deity had been looking down on him that night, because he honestly didn’t know what he would have done if he had woken up with Harry still gone.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Harry/Seamus mentions of Harry/Draco
Summary: Seamus has always felt like hes had to fight for Harry, and maybe he just can't fight anymore.
Warning: Angst/Romance
Author Info: Beta-d by the lovely kcstories
“I can’t believe this is happening, I can’t believe you’re running off to bloody rescue him again!” Seamus bellowed. He stood in the doorway of his and Harry’s bedroom, watching Harry wander about the room, packing things into a small overnight bag.
“He sounded like he was in real trouble. What do you expect me to do?” Harry looked up momentarily to meet his boyfriend’s gaze before guiltily looking away again and shoving a red t-shirt into the bag.
“He’s not in real trouble and you know it, Harry. You’d go running to him no matter what he said his problem was, and you know that too,” Seamus snapped before sinking into the over stuffed armchair sitting in the corner of the neatly decorated room. Harry sighed heavily and looked up to examine his sandy haired partner who was obviously more than a little anxious about Harry running off at the drop of a hat to bail out Draco yet again.
The truth was that Seamus had every right to feel insecure when it came to Draco Malfoy. He was the one he had to try and live up to every single day, the one who’d broken Harry so badly that on some days, Seamus still felt like he was putting Harry back together. There was nothing he could do to change the situation. He loved Harry and if he wanted to keep him, he would have to suffer the blonde former Slytherin re-entering their lives and dragging Harry’s attention away whenever he saw fit.
Harry and Draco had started shagging right out of Hogwarts. With the war over and House rivalries diminished, there had been little stopping them and whether Harry would admit it or not, he had fallen head over heels for the snarky blonde. It had lasted two years until Draco had been offered a job in Paris, too good to turn down, and had left Harry, seemingly without so much as a second glance. They’d vowed to remain friends, though Harry hadn’t quite understood how that would work considering they had never been friends before; nonetheless, they had gotten on with their lives. Harry had been devastated even if he had hidden it well and now did his best to remain Draco’s friend. Draco, on the other hand, would pick Harry up and put him back down again whenever he returned to London, briefly lifting the spirits of the raven haired hero, only to leave once more and plummet Harry back into a pit of despair. Seamus and Harry had gotten together more than a year after Draco’s departure and they had been inseparable ever since, except for these few moments when Seamus would lose Harry to Draco.
Harry didn’t seem to comprehend a single word Seamus was saying, as he continued to stuff clothing and other essentials into his overnight bag. It wasn’t until Seamus forced his way into Harry’s path, during a trip to the bathroom to get his razor, that Harry finally stopped and looked at him.
“He always does this Harry. He always messes with your head. When are you going to realise that he doesn’t want you anymore, not like that? When is this crap going to end?” Seamus knew he sounded shrill, but he didn’t think he could cope with Harry doing this to him again. He had more self worth than to share the person he loved with someone else whenever said person felt like snapping their fingers.
“He’s my friend, Seamus. You’re being paranoid!” Harry replied dismissively as he tried to step around the broad shouldered Irishman blocking his exit out of the bedroom.
“Am I, Harry? I really don’t think I am! Does he have you under Imperius or something? He snaps his fingers and you drop everything, leave people you claim to care about, to run after a man who left you, Harry. He. Left. You!” Seamus was shouting now, following Harry down their hall, into their small bathroom and shouting his head off, but he could see it was getting him absolutely nowhere. Harry was almost completely ignoring him. He only flinched towards the end of Seamus’ rant at the mention of Draco leaving him. Harry pushed past him and trudged back to their room. Seamus wanted to scream. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t watch Harry leave and spend the next however many days it would take for him to come back, worrying that he simply wouldn’t.
He slowly followed Harry back to their bedroom and stood in the doorway, staring at Harry in defeat.
“If you go, Harry, then I’m not going to be here when you get back, if you decide to come back this time,” Seamus said defiantly. He meant every single word but he could still feel his hands shaking where he had them shoved under his armpits. That got Harry’s attention and he looked up at Seamus as if those words were the first thing Harry had heard all evening.
“What? Seamus how can you say that?” Harry practically wailed.
“How can you go to him, again? He doesn’t fucking care about you! If he did, he would never have buggered off to France, he would never have treated you the way he did. You’re so fucking blind when it comes to him and I can’t believe I’m still fighting him for you!” Seamus’ voice shook with emotion and he prayed that he was finally getting through to Harry.
“You’re mine, Seamus, and I’m yours. I’m not his, but I have to help him. I have to! I have too much history with him to just ignore him when he needs me,” Harry whimpered and zipped up the bag. “If you can’t understand that, then maybe we should be over.” Harry slung the bag over his shoulder and stared at Seamus sadly.
“So you’ve made your decision then. If you walk out that door, I’ll be gone by the time you come back,” Seamus repeated and watched as Harry flinched but continued to stand there in front of him resolutely.
“I love you, Seamus.” Harry sighed sadly and stepped around his soon to be former sandy haired lover and walked slowly down the stairs of the small house they had been sharing for more than a year.
Seamus felt anger burst through him as he heard the bottom stair creak.
“Well, don’t fucking think you can come crawling back here when he’s finished with you!” he snarled and sank to the floor, bashing his head against the door frame in frustration as he sat.
*
It was hours later and well into the night when Seamus heard the front door close and he stopped breathing. It was Harry. The only other people with a key to their house were Ron and Hermione and they wouldn’t come over in the middle of the night without Flooing, not even if it was an emergency. He silently sat up in bed and listened intently to the sounds of the house he was so familiar with. The creaking floor boards as Harry moved up the stairs and onto the landing in front of their bedroom door. Seamus felt his heartbeat speed up as the door was pushed open and he could make out Harry’s dishevelled form in the slight glow the moon was sending through the window.
“Seamus?” Harry’s voice sounded choked, yet Seamus didn’t speak. He just sat there looking at Harry, wanting to know what had happened, why Harry was back so soon.
“Seamus, I’m sorry.” Harry stepped further into the room and dropped his bag by the door before closing it. Seamus still didn’t know what he was supposed to say.
“I didn’t see Draco. I didn’t get that far. I got to the Ministry’s International Portkey Centre and I stood there in the queue. There was this voice in my head screaming at me to stop. This niggling little conscience voice telling me I was being a fool, had been a fool all along and that I was making the biggest mistake of my life by leaving you.” Harry’s voice cracked and he stood there silently, obviously waiting for some sort of reaction or reply.
“You’ve hurt me so badly, Harry,” Seamus whispered into the room. His voice was sleep roughened and his throat was sore from the very unmanly sobs he was loathed to admit had escaped him after Harry had left earlier that evening. Seamus heard Harry exhale loudly, before he rushed towards the bed and sat next to Seamus, taking one of Seamus’ larger hands in his.
“I know. I’m a fool. I’m sorry,” Harry whispered and lifted Seamus’ hand to his mouth and kissed his knuckles.
“I won’t wait forever for you to sort this out. I love you, Harry, but I wont be second best. I deserve better than that.” Seamus sounded exhausted and Harry squeezed his hand tightly.
“There is nothing to sort out, not anymore. Draco lost me. I’m yours, Seamus, only yours,” Harry whispered intently. He gripped Seamus’ chin and forced the sandy haired man to look him in the eye. “If you still want me to be, that is,” Harry added softly.
“I’ve always wanted you, Harry. You’re all I want,” Seamus replied and pulled Harry close by their joined hands. Harry smiled at him tentatively before sealing their mouths together.
“I’m sorry,” Harry whispered as they separated.
“So am I. I should have fought for you earlier, made you stay.” Seamus sighed, as he laid back and pulled Harry on top of him. They settled into the silence, just the sound of their breathing. Seamus clung to the smaller man and thanked what ever deity had been looking down on him that night, because he honestly didn’t know what he would have done if he had woken up with Harry still gone.