Rolling over in his bed, he impatiently waited for Harry to come join him as promised, kicking restlessly as he tried to warm the bed with the friction of his legs against the sheets.
Glancing down at The Penguin whom he had commandeered from his mate's bed, mumbling softly to him while he waited. Harry had been going somehwere tonight. And Seamus
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Glancing down at his slipper clad feet, he slipped them off, purposefully lowering his bare feet onto the cold, stone floor and trying not to suck in his breath too loudly as the chill seeped upward. When he was convinced his toes and feet were cold enough to at least do some initial damage, he wasted no more time before slipping into the boy's bed.
He grinned as he used his hands to hold his waist, some of his body weight pressing into Seamus' back to keep him in place as his cold toes started to rub playfully against his legs. "Hi there, mate."
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He couldn't jump, although he made a credible effort.
Failing that though, he made a noise sounding alarmingly like a squawk and tried to wrench away, kicking his legs in an attempt to escape the cold. "Jeez Harry!"
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"What?" he laughed, not even trying to make the question sound innocent. "I thought you wanted me to sleep here," he added, grinning madly to himself.
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Trying a new tactic, Seamus arched his back towards Harry, pressing back against the other boy's chest and stomach and trying to curl his legs up to his chest to protect them.
He would have succeeded too, if Harry hadn't been blocking him with his other leg, and after a short astruggle, they ended up in a tangle, limbs knotted together and Seamus muttering dire fantasies full of dark deeds happening to Harry... likefrostbite of the toes.
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The next step was to see if he could get him to stop squirming away from his cold toes even while they still pressed against his shin or calf or...wherever they could reach while Seamus was pulling away.
Hooking one arm further around the other boy, he pulled him back against him and leaned forward to catch his earlobe between his teeth, laughing quietly against his ear just before sucking it into his mouth for his tongue to toy with.
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But he could still feel Harry's cold feet against his leg. "Harryyyyyyy... Your feet are bloody cold, mate."
He tried unsuccessfully to block another shiver.
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But then again, what was a victory if you didn't gloat?
"And I win," he added smugly, nibbling at his ear one more time before stopping, not sure exactly what his limits were when he wasn't teasing the other boy and driving him mad with his cold toes.
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