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ceirdwenfcTitle: The Luck O’ The Irish
Author:
okydokyRecipient's IJ/LJ name:
ceirdwenfcRating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Seamus/Lavender
Word Count: 6,500
Warnings (if any): None.
Summary: Romance is the last thing on Lavender’s mind at the moment, so when she runs into an old school friend who asks her out, she’s left wondering whether he wants the two of them to just remain friends.
Author's notes: Thank you very much to my lovely betas O and AS! Any remaining mistakes are my own. Happy Valentines Day
ceirdwenfc, I hope you enjoy this.“Oh, Merlin!” Lavender said in shock, as another body collided with hers. Her handbag fell to the floor, and its contents scattered all over the ground. She landed backwards on her arse with a squeal and the bloke that had bumped into her landing on top of her.
“I’m so sorry, are you all right?” The man jumped off her and began to pick up the things which had scattered about. He picked up her purse and a book of stamps as well as a condom. As Lavender took the items off him, she prayed to God that it was a pureblood that had bumped into her and would therefore have no idea what a condom was.
Lavender tucked her dark hair behind her ears from in front of her face where it had fallen. She turned to glare at the man, but was stopped in her tracks. “Seamus!”
“Lavender, I didn’t see you there - ”
“Well, obviously, or you wouldn’t have knocked me over. Or at least I hope you wouldn’t have,” she said. She cursed herself. Seamus definitely knew what a condom was; she hoped he would let it go without a comment. He stood to his feet and held out a hand to her to pull her up. She picked up her bag and let herself be helped up.
“Awhh don’t be like that,” Seamus begged. He grabbed her hand and squeezed it tightly before letting it go. “I haven’t seen you in what… it must be years.”
Lavender paused in her primping and clothes straightening to consider what he’d said. “Yes… I suppose it has been a long while.”
“You’re looking lovely,” Seamus said. He bent down quickly and picked something up. “Sorry, I just saw this,” he held out a necklace. A silver cross hung from a chain. Lavender reached out and took it.
“Thank you so much,” Lavender said. “I don’t know what I would have done if I had lost that.”
“Is it special?” Seamus asked curiously.
Lavender looked up from the necklace in her palm. “Yes, it is,” she said. “My Grandmother gave it to me for my birthday, my last one before she died.”
Seamus nodded. “I remember – it was while we were still at Hogwarts, wasn’t it? It’s very pretty.”
“It was,” she said. She was quite touched that he remembered that about her, especially from their last year at Hogwarts. It had been such an awful year, stressful, painful, and Lavender tried her best to view it simply as a horrible nightmare. How could anything that awful have been real?
“Lav,” Seamus said, rolling the sleeve of his shirt up to glance at his watch, “I’m so sorry, but I’m running late. Is there any chance you’d like to meet sometime, for a drink, like? Catch up on old times and all that?”
“Oh,” Lavender said in surprise. “Sure. That would be lovely, actually.”
Seamus smiled a lovely, heart-warming smile that made Lavender’s heart skip a beat. “Brilliant. How about this Friday?”
Lavender ran through a mental calendar in her head. “That sounds good to me. Did you have anywhere specific in mind?”
“Aye,” he said. “You know the road that the entrance to the Leaky Cauldron is on?” At her nod he continued. Lavender wondered whether he remembered her awful memory for directions or if he was just being courteous by telling her clearly. “It’s just left, then left again at the top of the road. The name of the bar is the Loft.”
“OK, sounds easy enough,” Lavender was already planning on leaving an hour early to make sure she was there on time. Which reminded her… “About eight all right with you?” she asked. She finished work at half past five, and that would give her an hour and a half to grab something to eat before she had to leave to find the bar.
“Eight is perfect,” Seamus said and grinned lazily. She could feel heat pooling in her stomach and she scolded herself inwardly. Seamus was a friend and nothing else – she really shouldn’t be having inappropriate thoughts about him, for all she knew he had a girlfriend, a wife or even kids by now. So what if he had grown up into a very nice-looking man? He was her friend and nothing more. Even if his shoulders did look deliciously broad in that suit, and the stubble on his chin did make him look gorgeous.
Lavender’s face heated up and a blush spread across her cheeks. “Right,” she said, hitching her handbag onto her shoulder firmly. “I better go then. I’ll see you soon.” She smiled in a way she had been told was gorgeous on more than one occasion and turned to go, listening to his lyrical voice telling her he was looking forward to Friday already.
There was a knock at the door. Lavender knew it was Parvati, it was about the time she normally came on a Thursday night.
“Come in,” she called.
The door opened and clicked shut, and Parvati came into the living room and sank down into the couch next to Lavender.
“I bought wine,” Parvati said by way of a greeting. She waved the bottle and sat it down on the coffee table.
“Brilliant,” Lavender enthused. “I’ll get some glasses.” She pulled herself off the couch and wandered through to the kitchen. “How has your day been?”
Parvati groaned. “Awful, I do hate my job. I really need to get around to applying for another one.”
Lavender sat back down, placing the glasses on the table. She picked up her wand and popped the cork out of the bottle, and poured it into the glasses, almost to the rim.
“What happened today?” Lavender asked, taking a sip of her drink.
“Just the customers, as ever, they just moan, moan, moan and assume it’s all my fault! As if it’s my fault that they split a cup of coffee on their book. One woman accused the shop of casting a charm on the books we sell that make little accidents happen around it! They don’t even exist!” Parvati ranted.
Lavender laughed, Parvati always had a funny tale to tell about her day at work. Despite working in a book shop, and the therefore logical conclusion that customers would not have much to complain bout, customers were customers and they always found something to moan about.
“Sounds exciting,” Lavender said.
Parvati rolled her eyes. “That’s one way to put it. How has your week gone?”
Lavender squeaked. She’s forgotten that Parvati didn’t know about her run in with Seamus yet. Excellent. “Guess who I ran into on Wednesday?”
Parvati snuggled into the cushions of the couch. “Oooh, I don’t know. Where did you run into them?”
It was very silly, but they took their guessing games very seriously. It was a tradition they had carried on from when they were younger, and still at Hogwarts. They didn’t happen as much now they were older, but the old rules still applied.
“First question,” Lavender pointed out. “It was in Diagon Alley.”
“Was it a male or a female?”
“Male,” Lavender admitted.
“Was it somebody you work with?”
“Nope!”
“Ooh,” Parvati said in disappointment. “How about somebody we went to school with?”
Lavender nodded her acquiescence.
“Somebody in Gryffindor?”
Lavender made a noise of disgust. “Yes. You’re too good, this game isn’t fair anymore.”
Parvati laughed. “Was it… Neville?”
Lavender opened her mouth in delight. “I win! It wasn’t!”
“Ohh, fuck!” Parvati pouted. “Who was it then?”
“Seamus Finnigan,” Lavender said proudly.
“Really? I thought he had moved back to Ireland?” Parvati asked.
“I never heard that,” Lavender said. “I’ll find out soon though. I’m going for a drink with him tomorrow night.”
“Oh my God!” Parvati said in shock. “Really? You’re actually going on a date?”
Lavender frowned. “You don’t need to put it like that, Mrs-I’ve-been-with-my-boyfriend-for-six-y
“Creepy Paul? He doesn’t count! It was six months ago anyway, and he barely counts as a human being, never mind a date. I don’t even know why you went out with him in the first place,” Parvati said with a shudder.
Lavender waved a hand in dismissal. “I can’t remember why I did either, but he wasn’t that bad.”
“He asked you if he could sniff one of your shoes, Lavender! It’s odd enough despite the fact that it was only the second time you’d ever met.”
“Anyway,” Lavender said, desperate to change the conversation away from her dating disasters. There were enough of them to fill a book. “It’s not a date. Just a friendly drink. He’s probably married or something anyway.”
“He’s not married,” Parvati said, “and he hasn’t got any kids either if you’re worrying about that.”
Lavender blushed. The thought may have crossed her mind. Just the once, mind you.
“Of course I wasn’t,” she said. “It’s just a drink. Really.”
“Of course,” Parvati mimicked in an innocent voice. “So, next Thursday when I come round, I’m not going to find you passed out on the couch from all the exuberant shagging the two of you have been doing?”
“Parvati!” Lavender shrieked. “Don’t be so crude, there will be no shagging, don’t you worry about that.”
“Darling, you need a good shagging,” Parvati said and took a sip of her wine.
“No I don’t!” Lavender said. The two of them sat in silence for a few moments while Parvati gloated and Lavender glowered.
“What – what shall I wear?” Lavender said, failing at trying to be causal.
“Aha! I knew it!”
“Just stop gloating and start helping, yeah?” Lavender begged.
“Where are you going?”
“A bar in London,” Lavender said. “I walked past yesterday, it looks quite posh, so I can’t look like a tramp.”
“As if I’d let you look like a tramp,” Parvati sighed. “I vote for a dress. How tall has he grown up to be?”
Lavender thought for a moment, back to their encounter. All she could remember was the feeling of Seamus on top of her, helping her up, his big hands and strong shoulders. “Quite tall, a good few inches above me.”
“Wear those new shoes you’ve bought then, they’re nice and high, make even your stumpy legs look longer.”
“Shut up,” Lavender whined, but Parvati was on a roll.
“And maybe that turquoise dress, or maybe the lace one - ”
“No!” Lavender interrupted, “I can’t wear those, they’re proper cleavage dresses; I might be mistaken for a prostitute.”
Parvati made a noise of disgust. “Don’t be stupid, they aren’t hooker dresses, they do make your tits look brilliant though.”
“I don’t think flaunting my cleavage is the best idea,” Lavender decided.
“Lav, you’ve got it, flaunt it.”
Lavender folded her arms over her chest. She knew that, she was reminded of it every day. By pervy builders whistling from scaffolding and by co-workers looking six inches below her face.
“Yeah, well,” Lavender began quietly, “If it is a date, having too much cleavage tends to send the wrong impression, and I don’t want to do that.”
Parvati was silent for a moment as she considered Lavender’s words. “How about the red one then?”
Lavender nodded. “Yeah. Yeah that one’s all right.”
“Good,” Parvati said. “Hair down and curly?”
“Yeah.”
“Do you want it to be a date?” Parvati asked.
Lavender sighed. “Yeah… I think I do.”
As soon as she got to the bar, ten minutes early, Lavender headed straight to the bathroom. It was raining outside, and although she’d charmed herself Impervious to it, she wasn’t the best at that charm.
The bar was nice, all smooth wood and deep purple decorations. The bathroom was similar, dark colours and ornate gold mirrors. She stared at her hair, which had frizzed slightly in the humidity. Checking under the bathroom doors for anybody else, Lavender pulled out her wand to tame her hair. It smoothed back down to curly rather than frizzy, and with a deep breath she left the safety of the bathroom.
It wasn’t a large bar, there were some tables at the back of the room, as well as some booths at the side of a smallish dance floor. Lavender saw Seamus straight away, sitting in a booth.
He gave her a wave and she strode over, hoping she looked more confident than she felt. Seamus stood up as she approached and took her by the hand before giving her a kiss on the cheek.
“Seamus,” she said with a blush, and he gave her a cheeky grin.
“You look gorgeous,” he said, and waited to sit down until she was comfortably seated.
Lavender blushed. It was becoming an annoyingly common habit at the moment. “Thank you,” she said. “You look nice as well.”
Seamus grinned. “I always do.”
Lavender laughed, and took off her jacket, hanging it over the back of the bench. “Tell me then, what have you been up to for the last seven years then? It’s been so long since I’ve seen you!”
“I know, I know,” Seamus said, chagrined. “I haven’t really been around, I owl Dean every few months like, but I’ve been living back at home you see. Just get so caught up in being there, I forget everything.”
“Oh!” Lavender said. “I didn’t know that! Erm, do you want a drink or anything?” she asked, glancing at his almost empty pint glass.
“Arghh, how rude of me, I’m so sorry! What would you like to drink?” Seamus said, standing up immediately.
“I don’t mind,” Lavender said. “I’ll get these drinks. Guinness?” She remembered him extolling its virtues in Seventh Year.
Seamus smiled. “I’m getting the next round, or four then.”
Lavender nodded and climbed out of the booth, and as she walked across the dance floor to the bar, she was very aware of his gaze following her arse the entire way. She ordered Seamus his pint and herself a cocktail. Did Seamus’s willingness to let her pay for the drinks mean this really was just a friendly drink? Or was he just a more sophisticated man than those she normally dated, the ones that never let her pay and then used it against her when they broke up? She hoped he simply had no issues with letting a woman pay sometimes.
She slid back into the booth, passing the drink over to him. She was acutely aware of his gaze, which was not on her face.
“So, tell me,” she said. “What are you doing for work? How come you were in Diagon Alley?”
Seamus rubbed the back of his neck, a nervous habit that Lavender faintly recalled. “Well, I was on my way to a job interview when I bumped into you actually. I trained as a Healer back at home, and a position came up at St. Mungo’s that was better, so I went for it.”
“You’re a Healer?” Lavender said in astonishment. “Really?”
Seamus nodded, his sandy hair falling into his brown eyes as he did so. “Don’t need to sound so surprised,” he teased.
“I’m not… well, I am, I never knew you were interested in doing that!” Lavender said, still astonished.
Seamus shrugged. “Aye, but things changed after Seventh Year, you know? It was just so… painful for everybody, I just wanted to help and I thought this was a good way to do it. So I went back home and took my NEWTS there, and did my training there. What are you doing now?”
“Nothing nearly as profound as you,” Lavender admitted. “I work as a legal assistant. It’s not that brilliant, but it can be interesting you know, and it pays pretty well, which is helpful.”
“No,” Seamus enthused, “If you like it don’t worry about what it is. Do you live alone then?”
Lavender nodded. “I lived with Parvati for a couple of years before she moved in with her boyfriend. They’ll get married at some point,” she said with a roll of her eyes.
“Is she well?” Seamus asked, taking a sip of his pint and sighing in satisfaction.
Lavender nodded. “She’s brilliant. Absolutely fine, really happy apart from her job, but even that isn’t bad. I think it just bores her.”
“That’s good to hear,” Seamus said. “Are you not seeing anyone then?”
Lavender shook her head. “Not at the moment. Are you?”
Seamus shook his head. “Nah, not at the moment. Was seeing a girl for a year or so, but we broke it off six months or so ago… since then I’ve been looking at new jobs away from home, so I’ve not really been interested in starting anything new.”
“I see,” Lavender said, and drained the last of her cocktail. She dipped her fingers into the glass to take out the strawberry. Taking it in her mouth, she sucked the juice off it, then bit the fruit and discarded the stalk.
As she wrapped the stalk in a tissue Lavender became aware of Seamus’s gaze on her. She blushed as she realised what eating the strawberry could have been reminiscent of.
“Another drink?” Seamus asked, getting up before she’d even replied. His voice sounded slightly strained, and he had to cough to clear his throat.
“Yes,” she squeaked. “Thanks. Any cocktail is fine, but nothing with coconut.” She grinned and Seamus walked over to the bar to fetch their drinks.
This was going a lot better than she’d expected. It wasn’t awkward, they hadn’t run out of things to talk about. In fact, it had just confirmed what Lavender had already known – that she really wanted to try something with Seamus. And if she wasn’t entirely mistaken he was interested in her as well.
After one cocktail too many, Seamus offered to see her home. At his words her heart skipped a beat and Lavender agreed with no hesitation. When Seamus held her hand to Apparate her home she squeezed tightly, relishing the feeling of being close to someone again, especially after so long.
They appeared down a dark alley, behind a skip, and when Lavender began to walk to lead Seamus to her house, he didn’t let go of her hand, he just started to rub his thumb in small circles. Lavender’s breath hitched slightly, and she hoped to God that he simply thought she was cold.
They stopped outside her house, with its blue front door and lion door knocker as a nod to her Gryffindor days.
Lavender pulled out her keys and fiddled with them, dropping them once and bending down to pick them up. Seamus smiled and took her keys off her, opening her door for her. The door clicked open and Lavender stepped inside.
As she opened her mouth to tell Seamus she had had a brilliant time, Seamus leant forward and caught her lips in a soft kiss. It was perfect – very un-friend-like, which was exactly what Lavender was going for. After a moment, she let her lips open underneath his, coaxing his tongue to twist around hers gently until he pulled away.
Lavender gasped as his lips left hers, and he grinned unrepentantly. She frowned at him.
“Come out with me again?” he asked.
She nodded. “OK,” Lavender said, and she bit her lip.
“Wear something comfortable, love, I’m going to take you flying. Are you free on Sunday?”
Lavender nodded slowly. “I am… but I don’t fly…”
Seamus made a face which looked like he was thinking hard. “How about lunch first then?” he suggested. “And we’ll see about flying after that?”
“Deal,” she said, a grin spreading across her face.
“Good,” Seamus said decisively, and kissed her once again. Again, he left her lips sooner than she would have liked, but this time there was a fire in the kiss that promised something more, soon.
Lavender watched as Seamus walked away, her fingers touching her swollen lips. As soon as Seamus was out of sight, she went inside, determined to fulfil the fire which had settled in the pit of her stomach herself.
Eventually, Seamus did manage to convince Lavender to come flying with him after lunch. It had taken much persuasion on his part, and a promise that she didn’t have to go on her own broom if she didn’t feel comfortable. This was partly because she was genuinely scared of heights, and partly because she was looking forward to getting Seamus between her thighs.
After a light lunch, Lavender and Seamus both bundled themselves up with scarves, gloves and a trusty Warming Charm. Seamus Apparated them away to a wizard-friendly field with all the necessary charms already on it. Apparently it was quite popular with young families taking their children out for a fly. Lavender had never been; her parents had known she wasn’t a flier, so they didn’t waste their time.
“Am I going to look like an idiot?” she asked petulantly as Seamus took two brooms out from the rental shed.
“’Course not,” Seamus reassured her. “Firstly, ‘cos you’re not going up without me unless you want to, and second when you’re up with me, we’ll have the luck o’ the Irish on our side.” He winked at her, which calmed her down slightly. They were wizards for God’s sake; she wasn’t going to fall and die, or any of the other terrifying situations she had been imagining. There had been one particularly odd dream involving a gust of wind blowing Lavender off the broom and onto the back of a dragon, and she had to live in their colony. She’d eaten a packet of Wotsits before bed that day though – cheese always gave her weird dreams.
“The luck o’ the Irish, ey?” she asked, imitating his accent.
“Aye,” he said, and winked again. She felt a curl of heat begin to form in her stomach, and she began to dread what was coming. “Right, you go behind me, yeah? If you’re all right with that, I might let you steer.”
A number of crude images formed in her head but she pushed them down and agreed that this was a good idea. After some uncomfortable manoeuvring, there she was, hovering six feet off the grass, her thighs clenched around Seamus’s and her fingers grasping his broad shoulders tightly. She half hoped that she would leave bruises, so the next time he had a shower and looked in the mirror, he would think about her.
“Oh my God!” she squeaked as he tilted the broom upwards and they rose a few feet.
“You need to lean forwards with me now, Lav, or we’re not going to go anywhere, all right?”
“Yep,” she said, her voice still high pitched. As he leant forwards, she moulded her body to his, pressing from her stomach to her breasts against the lines of his back. Lavender moved her arms slowly down from his shoulders to wrap them around his waist, and pressed her ear to his back and listened to the thumping of his heart.
As they began to move, faster and faster, Lavender tightened her thighs around Seamus. The fields around them sped past, and the other fliers suddenly felt miles below them and Lavender began to feel a bit sick. Suddenly, as if she had spoken out loud, they began to descend, and Lavender felt her feet hit the floor.
They both clambered off, and Lavender tried her best to catch the breath she didn’t know she’d lost.
“All right?” Seamus said, as he flopped down to sit on the grass.
“Is it wet?” Lavender asked with a wrinkle of her nose.
Seamus rolled his eyes and conjured a blanket. He laid it out for her, and Lavender sat down next to him.
“So, how did you find it?”
Lavender nodded. She conjured a bottle of water to get rid of the taste in her mouth. “Well…” she began.
“Ohh, don’t tell me you didn’t like it!” Seamus exclaimed.
“It wasn’t that,” she hastened to add, “I think it just takes a bit of getting used to. Was glad I went up though.”
“Good,” Seamus said, and then he grinned wickedly. “Think you’re up for taking the front seat?”
Lavender hesitated. She knew Seamus was expecting her to decline his offer, but she wanted to surprise him, show him she wasn’t boring.
“Just for a minute?” she suggested.
Seamus laughed in delight. “Brilliant. Now, or in a minute?”
“In a minute,” Lavender said. She needed a minute to get her sea, well broom, legs back. There was nothing to be scared of; she knew Seamus wouldn’t let them fall. And if they did, who better to have an accident around than a Healer?
“OK,” Seamus agreed, and he grabbed her hand. He laced his fingers through Lavender’s and she felt her face heat up again.
“Lets go!” she said impulsively, adrenaline rushing through her body as she jumped up. She wanted to be pressed up against him again, feel his chest against her.
He stood up with her and vanished the blanket. Lavender picked up the broom and let it hover in the air. She swung her leg over, and waited to feel as Seamus settled behind her. When he did, the broom sunk in the air slightly before bobbing back up again. Seamus’s strong thighs clenched around hers, and his arms settled around her waist.
“You know what to do?” he asked, his breath hot on her neck. She shivered, but it wasn’t from the cold. She was roasting hot.
“I do,” she replied and she leant the broom forwards. Seamus leant over her and Lavender was sure she could feel his pulse. They flew around, just a few feet off the ground for a few minutes before Lavender let the broom rise until they could safely be called high.
“All right?” Seamus asked.
Lavender nodded, but she couldn’t speak. Her hands gripped the broom handle so hard her knuckles were white. Maybe she could spiral them lower to the ground. Then get off, and never, ever get back on.
But then, Seamus leant forwards and shifted slightly, Lavender felt a jolt of arousal spread through her body, and she realised she could feel Seamus’s cock, hard against her back.
She smirked to herself slightly and wriggled her bum. His breathing began to speed up slightly, and Lavender decided that it was probably a very good idea if they got on flat land once again.
They landed without a word. Lavender took the broom back to the shed and took Seamus by the hand.
“I’ll Apparate us, yeah?” Lavender said.
Seamus nodded.
They appeared with a pop in Lavender’s living room. Before Lavender’s equilibrium had rebalanced, she found herself pressed against the front door by Seamus’s hard, strong body.
“Ohh,” she said as his tongue licked up her neck, sucking gently on a pulse point.
“Christ, Lavender, you don’t know what you do to me,” Seamus growled.
She laughed breathlessly. “I felt what I do to you.”
“I should think you did,” Seamus said, and he straightened up and pressed the full length of his body against hers. Lavender leant forwards, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pushed her large breasts into his chest.
Seamus leant down to kiss Lavender again, slipping his tongue past her lips to twist around her own tongue. She moaned into his mouth, letting him dominate the kiss. He nipped at her bottom lip with his teeth, and then soothed the skin with his tongue. She moved one of her hands down his body, grasping at his hand, trying to pull it to cup one of her breasts. He resisted. Seamus grabbed both of Lavender’s hands and pushed them above her head.
He pulled away from the kiss, and Lavender whimpered.
“What?” she asked, hurt by his rejection.
Seamus shook his head. “Not tonight, I don’t want to take advantage of you.”
Lavender looked at him blankly. “Take advantage of me!” she insisted, “I want it, Seamus, I want you.”
“I know you do, Christ, and don’t doubt that I want you as well.” He took one of her hands which he held and brushed it against his crotch. Lavender could feel his cock, big and hard through his trousers.
“Why then?” she whined, trying to pull away from his grasp.
“Romance, Lavender,” Seamus said gently. “Surely the blokes you’ve been with before haven’t made you forget what that is.”
Lavender was mortified. Romance hadn’t even crossed her mind as a reason for him wanting to wait. What was wrong with her? She felt a flush of heat spread across her cheeks.
“Don’t worry,” Seamus said. “I fully intend on taking advantage of you one day very soon. But, today, while I can stop myself, I’m going to. Just so, when we do finally fuck, we’re both going to want it so badly we can’t help ourselves.”
Lavender gasped at his words and realised her mouth had been very close to watering.
“Is that all right with you?” he asked innocently.
She nodded, and he finally let her hands go. She let them drop, hanging by her sides uselessly.
“You busy Wednesday?” he asked.
Lavender shook her head. “No, I’m not. Want to come around here? I’ll cook.”
“You cook?”
“I cook.”
“That sounds like a plan to me,” Seamus said and he leant in to kiss her again. It was a light kiss, eons away from what they had just shared. Already Lavender was craving more.
“You better go,” she whispered, “Or I may just take advantage of you.”
“One day, Lavender, I’m counting on it,” he said. Seamus opened the front door and stepped outside. “I’ll see you at seven on Wednesday then,” he said, and with a cheeky grin he walked away.
Lavender shut the door and leant against it. With a groan, she sank to the floor, and began to wonder what she had let herself in for.
On Wednesday, Lavender was surprisingly calm. When she got home, she immediately began some food, shoving a pre-prepared pork joint from Marks and Spencer in the oven while she was in the shower. Lavender always preferred cooking meat properly rather than by magic, it tasted so much better. The veg would be fine, and there was a gateaux in the freezer she could whip out and defrost in an instant. The most important part, obviously, was getting ready.
Lavender showered quickly, soaking her hair with scorching hot water, and washing it with her best shampoo. Shaving Charms were best done after a shower, she had discovered. But, after some careful consideration, she had decided to wear one of her so-called ‘cleavage dresses’. But for now, while she got ready, did her hair and make-up, she would stay in her towel. She didn’t want to crease her dress unnecessarily after all.
She sat in front of her dressing table mirror, casting various charms that dried then curled her hair, and then she set on doing her make-up. She was almost finished when she heard a knock at the door.
“Fuck,” she cried, and glanced at the clock. Seven o’clock. When had it gone past six?
She was almost done as well, but she couldn’t leave him waiting at the door, could she? Lavender tightened her towel around herself, and wished desperately that she had chosen a bigger towel.
Lavender opened the door hesitantly.
“Hiya,” she said.
“Oh, Christ,” Seamus whimpered.
“Shut up!” she said, “I lost track of time, I know I look a state, just give me five minutes.”
“You don’t look a state, you look gorgeous,” Seamus said. He shucked his jacket off and threw it over the sofa. Lavender suddenly became short of breath as she realised Seamus was walking towards her, very intent, and God, there wasn’t a chance they were going to get around to dinner just yet.
“I thought you wanted to wait,” she whispered.
Seamus looked pained for a second before he shook his head. “Can I be romantic after I’ve shagged you?” he asked.
Lavender began to nod, but before she could finish the motion, Seamus was kissing her. Lavender squeaked into his mouth and grasped at her towel, holding it closed. Why the fucking hell hadn’t she put on underwear? How daft was she?
“Let go of the towel, Lav,” Seamus growled into her mouth.
“I haven’t got anything else on,” she whispered.
“Fine by me,” he whispered back.
“Let’s go in my room,” Lavender suggested, and she grabbed his hand and tugged him into her room.
Seamus fell onto the bed and leant back on his elbows. Lavender grinned down at him and tucked her towel beneath her arm pit to make it stay put. She crawled on top of him, straddling his thighs and undid his belt and jeans with ease. She had expected to be shaking and nervous at this point, but she wasn’t – it just felt natural.
She jumped off him and pulled his jeans off, pushing his shoes off at the same time. Seamus reached up himself and took his t-shirt off, throwing it to the side with disregard.
Lavender sat back down next to Seamus, lying down on her side and taking him with her. He pulled her face towards him, taking her chin in between her fingers and kissing her gently. Lavender responded enthusiastically, kissing him with passion and wanting him so much that she couldn’t believe it.
Seamus rolled on top of her, and straddled her thighs. He sat up, and played with the edge of her towel.
“Can I take it off?” he asked.
Lavender nodded.
Seamus climbed off of her and sat to the side. He took the edge of the towel and opened it up, laying it flat on the bed. Then he drank in every inch of her body with his eyes.
“Fecking hell, you’re gorgeous,” he said. His eyes roamed up and down her skin, following the hills and hollows of her body. “You’re just… can I?”
Lavender nodded, knowing that she would let him do whatever he wanted to her. He didn’t disappoint. She had watched as his boxers got gradually tighter and tighter, and then she could see the outline of his cock become more prominent when she had finally lost the towel.
Seamus moved to the end of the bed and crouched between her legs. Her breathing quickened as she realised what he was doing. He took her calves in his hands, running his hands up and down the smooth skin. She put her legs on his shoulders and watched in fascination as he lowered his head. Without any preamble, he licked her - up and down several times before circling in on her clit.
Lavender let out a moan as he continued his assault on her clit, grasping the bed clothes in her hands and arching her back. Seamus moved one of his hands from her thigh, up to grasp her breast. Lavender squeaked.
He began to rub her clit with his finger, in tight perfect circles which made her gasp, and made that all too familiar feeling in her stomach begin to knot together and spread though her whole body. God he was good at this. Then he pulled away.
“You’ve got such fecking gorgeous tits,” he said, staring down at them. “They’re just… amazing.” He ran his and over them, pinching at her nipples, and doing it again when it made her gasp.
Lavender grasped at the sheet. “Please…”
“Please, what?” Seamus teased.
“Please!” she begged.
“You want me to go down on yeh?” he asked. “Lick you and suck yeh clit, yeah?”
“Yes, please,” Lavender begged, arching off the bed into his touch.
Seamus leant down again, and took her clit in his mouth, and began to relentlessly suck until she was arching and moaning even more, and the knot in her stomach suddenly exploded and she was coming and coming. He moved away from between her legs and arranged himself on top of her, watching her as she came down from her orgasm.
“All right?” he asked after a moment.
“Yeah,” she said breathlessly, grinning lazily. “That was brilliant.”
Lavender lifted her hips up and felt as Seamus’s cock brushed against her sensitive clit. She spread her arms outwards, and asked, “Are you going to fuck me then?”
Seamus groaned and nodded, and made moves to push forwards, inside her. Lavender put her hands on his shoulders for a moment as she lifted her legs up over his shoulders. He moaned again and slowly pushed inside her.
It had been a while for Lavender, she very much appreciated his patience. After a few thrusts inside her, she forgot all about that momentary pain, and threw herself into it, literally. As he pushed inside her, she thrust up to meet him, echoing his moans. She wasn’t going to come again like this though, and she knew he was close.
Lavender moved one of her hands from Seamus’s shoulders, where she had not noticed the crescent moons she had made from her nails, and started to rub her clit. She let her other hand rub her nipples, gasping at the sensation it sent through her body.
Seamus glanced down and cried out at the sight of her pleasuring herself, and the sight of his cock pushing inside her. His thrusts began to get more and more erratic, and she sped up her actions, coming quickly and violently as he continued to fuck her. The tightening of her muscles around him pushed Seamus along, and after one, two, three more thrusts he came inside her, moaning, and curling his toes.
Seamus managed to hold himself up for a moment before he fell down, lying next to Lavender. She laid still for a minute before pulling a sheet over them.
“Worth waiting for?” Lavender asked.
“If you wanted to get me in bed sooner, you should have just shown up in a towel earlier. You looked so gorgeous… I’m glad we waited a bit though. It was nice just talking,” Seamus said.
Lavender nodded, tucking the sheet tighter around her chest. “I know, I appreciate it, really. I just couldn’t keep my hands off you, could I?” She laughed slightly at her own cheesiness, before snuggling into his chest.
“What’s that smell?” Seamus asked, stroking her arm.
“Oh, fuck, the pork!” she cried and jumped up. Lavender grabbed the towel which had managed to seduce Seamus and left the room at a run, Seamus’s laughter following her all the way.
Getting knocked over in the middle of Diagon Alley was definitely worth this.