Title: Attraction

Pairing: Harry/?

Rating: PG-13 to R (later)

Warnings: Slash

Notes: fanfiction isn't a chore. This fic is just something I wanted to write to help my muse. More will possibly be added when I can think of more things to write.

I wish they had Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott, and other little characters as a choice of character on fanfiction dot net. Why they have D.Umbridge as a character to choose from, I'll never know. Why would anyone write a fic mainly with her involved??

Genre: This fic is mainly 'romance' and 'humor' with a touch of the other stuff. As far as I know right now, this fic won't contain much angst, if any at all. Always look on the bright side of life. grins

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters; they belong to J. K. Rowling. I'm not good at Maths either, miss!

I had some computer troubles this week. My old computer was slowly dying, and I couldn't even get online! So, I had to break down and buy a new computer. Hopefully this one will be around for a long time. To make up for my slowness with my other fics (which are in the stage of process right now! Even 'He is NOT my Boyfriend!') here is the first chapter to a new, fun ficlet that I have started. Enjoy.

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"Go away, Seamus."

"But, Harry!"

"Would you please stop following me?" Harry bellowed.

"No! Not until I get the truth from you."

"I said that it was none of your business, didn't I?"

"Harry…"

"Shut up, Seamus."

"Please, Harry?"

"NO!"

"Pleeeeease?"

"I said no! …Seamus! Let go of my leg!"

Seamus held onto Harry's left leg with both hands and was getting himself dragged across the stone floor. Harry now looked like he had a pegged leg.

"Haaaaarrryyyyyy!" Seamus pleaded, not caring that he was getting dust and dirt all over the front of his robes. "I want to know for a good reason, not to pick on you or anything!"

Harry stopped trying to drag the Irishman across the floor to glare down at him.

"Seamus," Harry sighed, "I don't know where you get such hair-brained ideas from…"

"I heard it from Ron…"

"Well, Ron is wrong!" Harry growled.

"But I heard him say it in passing to Hermione. They didn't know that I overheard them…"

Harry rubbed the bridge of his nose and swore quietly under his breath.

"Please tell me, Harry. Please! I won't tell anyone else, I swear!"

"And just what makes you so sure that you heard Ron correctly?"

Seamus batted his lashes as pretty as he could, but it didn't seem to work on Harry, who was still glowering down at him.

"Oh, I heard him correctly, all right. But right now, Harry, I'm a cat. And curiosity is really killing me!"

"If you're a cat then you have nine lives," said Harry as he tried to drag Seamus with him again, "and not knowing about my sexuality will only take one away."

"HAAAARRRRYYYYY!"

"Seamus!!" Harry snarled, trying to shake Seamus off his leg, "I don't have time for this right now! I have to meet Hermione in the library to study for Potions, and I can't afford to be letting my grade slip if I want to become an Auror, so GET OFF!"

Harry snapped his leg hard and the tip of his shoe hit Seamus's breastplate. Seamus let out a loud yell and immediately let go of Harry. He held his sore chest in pain, eyes watering up as he looked up at Harry.

"I thought we were friends, Harry!" Seamus stuck out his bottom lip in emphasis, "I'll tell you my sexual preference if you tell me yours."

"No."

"Harry, I'm begging here!" Seamus scuttled after Harry on his knees and grabbed hold of the back of Harry's robe, "I'm on my knees, I'm at your mercy… I'll do anything!"

"Seamus!" Harry rounded on him, "I don't feel like talking about my sexual preference, so leave me alone!" he tugged his robe out from Seamus's grasp and walked even faster than before toward the library.

Seamus kneeled there on the dusty floor in shock as he watched Harry walk briskly to a flight of stairs. He was about to shout something at the other Gryffindor's back when an idea struck. He got up from the floor and ran back to the Gryffindor common room to find Dean.

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He found Ron and Hermione at the back of the library in their usual corner. Ron was leaning very closely to Hermione as she showed him something that he probably didn't understand. Harry knew what Ron was playing at, but he wondered if Hermione did. He would almost always ask Hermione to explain things better and further, and then he'd put his face as close to Hermione's as he could while she showed him.

Harry slammed his book bag down on the table, making his friends jump in surprise. He groaned and sat down hard on the chair in front of them.

"Now what?" Hermione asked.

"Seamus," Harry sighed. He took out his homework assignment, quill, and inkwell.

"Now what did he do?" Ron asked, "still bugging you about when we'll be having another Quidditch practice? I swear ever since we brought him on the team in the beginning of the year, he's been nothing but a pain in the…"

"No, it wasn't about Quidditch," Harry raised his eyes from his parchment and looked back and forth at them. "He heard you two talking about me."

Hermione and Ron were both sporting the same shocked expressions.

"When?" Ron said.

"Early this morning, I think," Harry shrugged, trying to seem nonchalant about his best friends talking about him when he's not around, "he said he overheard you two talking about my sexuality."

Hermione looked appalled at the thought of Seamus eavesdropping on them, and Ron was looking ready to punch a hole in the wall.

"Why that little-"

"What did you tell him?" Hermione said, interrupting Ron.

Harry looked back down at his parchment and Potions book.

"Nothing."

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"Dean! Dean!" Seamus ran into the boy's dormitory and skidded to a stop when he found his dark skinned friend sitting on his bed, showing Neville a drawing of his.

"What, Seamus?"

Seamus seemed to have some difficulty in getting out what he wanted to say since Neville was there. He looked back and forth from Dean to Neville and then finally made up his mind.

"Harry's gay."

Dean's jaw dropped and he stared at his friend incredibly as Neville squeaked and almost fell off the bed.

"Gay?" Dean repeated, not sure if he should believe it.

"Yes. Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, is gay."

"Gay?" said Neville, finally getting out of shock.

"Yes!" Seamus said, throwing his hands in the air, "that's what I heard Ron and Hermione say!"

"No way," said Neville, "there's no way Harry is gay!"

"Well, I tried to get Harry to tell me if it's true or not, but he didn't want to talk about it. You'd think that if he wasn't gay, he'd say so straight away, wouldn't he."

"Maybe he didn't want to talk about it because you were being too embarrassing and weren't very tactful," said Dean.

"Well, you know what this means if I'm right, don't you?"

Dean sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Seamus… don't."

"Why not?"

"Because... Because it's not nice."

"And him not telling me the truth about his preference is?" Seamus huffed.

"It's his business, Seamus!"

"Ah, but it becomes my business if he can't trust a close friend and roommate with his secret!"

Dean raised one eyebrow.

"You've gone loony, Seamus."

"And do you know WHY I've gone loony?" Seamus said with a flourish, "It's because I. Need. To. Get. Some!"

"Seamus!" Neville squeaked and actually toppled off the edge of the bed.

Dean was mildly shocked at the bluntness and was still for only a few moments before speaking.

"What if Harry doesn't like you in that way?"

Seamus acted as if he wasn't listening.

"It's settled then," Seamus grinned, "I will snatch The Handsome Wizard Who Is Gay!"

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Said handsome boy wizard was strolling down the hall from another mind-bending study session with Ron and Hermione. His two best friends had parted ways with him at the moment, because Hermione said she wanted to show Ron something in the kitchens. Ron, of course, usually muttered and looked annoyed by being dragged into something concerning S.P.E.W., but Harry noticed he was looking rather anxious about it all. Harry smelled a secret.

Sure, it was unnerving to know that your friends were keeping things from you, but Harry figured he knew what was going on already. He walked on toward the Gryffindor Tower, hoping to relax by himself by the fire this time, and allow himself to think. N.E.W.T.S. wasn't too far away; he'd been studying even harder than usual, especially on his Potions homework, and right now, he hoped to give his brain a rest before going to bed. It helped him to do his Occlumency better at night if he wasn't so restless.

The common room wasn't as empty as Harry first thought it would be. The moment he walked in, many eyes were on him, and they weren't the normal looks he'd get either. Most of those looks were calculating… and a few were even confused. Harry was confused as well.

"Hey, um… what's going on?" Harry asked, hoping his voice didn't sound too nervous.

"Oh, nothing," said Dean. "Just the same old, same old."

"Oh," said Harry. He wasn't sure if he should believe his roommate or not. They were all still staring at him strangely.

But, trying not to let that get to him too much, Harry decided to sit in his usual spot (which was free for some weird reason…) and do some reading. He took out his book The Dark Arts Outsmarted and began to read where he left off.

He tried his best, but he still couldn't shake off the feeling that he was being stared at. After reading the same sentence over and over, Harry decided to give up, and he looked up from the book to find Seamus, Dean, and Colin Creevey staring at him from the couch.

"Is something wrong?" he asked.

"Oh! No, no, nothing's wrong," said Seamus as if he were being shaken from a dream, "nothing's wrong whatsoever, Harry."

"Just go on with your reading," said Colin, grinning and holding his camera as if he were pondering on whether he should take a picture or not.

Harry's brows knit tightly as he looked from one to the other, but then dismissed it since they weren't going to tell him anything. Harry went back to reading his book.

Another five minutes went by, and Harry was beginning to feel agitated by the staring and obvious silent communication going on between them.

"Look," he said, setting his book down, "why don't you guys just come out and tell me what's going on? It's starting to annoy me."

Dean bit his bottom lip as he looked at Seamus. Seamus looked at Dean real quick, and then over at Colin. Colin was still staring at Harry, about to raise his camera up to take a picture. Seamus looked back at Harry with what Harry deemed as an evil gleam in his eye.

"There's a Hogsmeade weekend coming up," he said.

"Um, yeah. So?" Harry said.

"So, I was wondering…" Seamus moved from the couch to the arm of Harry's chair and placed an arm over the back of it. He smiled down at Harry, who looked up at him in confusion and a slight feeling of impending doom. "Harry? Will you go with me?"

Harry blinked, even more confused.

"Go with you where?"

Seamus smiled, trying his best to contain his laughter, and then leaned in closer to Harry's face.

"Go with me… as a date. You and me.... Together… in Hogsmeade."

Harry's eyes widened and he gulped nervously.

"Please?" Seamus added, as if it would help.

"I…" Harry's mouth opened and closed a few times, "I … I don't know what to say…"

"Say yes!" Seamus beamed.

"Oh, honestly, Seamus!" Dean sighed, "Let Harry decide what he wants to do."

Seamus batted his lashes, and Harry wondered if he was doing that to be flattering, or trying to make himself cuter.

He lowered himself toward Harry more and then ran a finger down Harry's nose. Harry blinked and crossed his eyes, blushing. Just as Seamus's finger reached Harry's top lip, Colin flashed his camera quickly.

"Colin!" Harry yelled.

"Sorry, Harry," Colin said, "I couldn't resist. It was all too cute of a picture."

Harry turned crimson. "It was NOT cute!" he bat Seamus's touchy finger away from his face, "Seamus, stop it! Give me time to think, will you? I just don't understand why you think I'd go out with you in the first place. I never told you what my sexuality was."

"Well, I deduced that since you didn't seem too keen on telling me whether you're straight or not, I took what I heard Ron and Hermione say as a fact."

"Yeah, and if I protested too much about being gay, you'd think I was trying to deny it!" Harry huffed.

"Oh," said Seamus, "I didn't think of it that way."

"Precisely. So, just don't count on me saying yes to the date. I have too much to do right now… I have to study for tests and have Quidditch practice and such…"

"Speaking of which, Harry… when is our next Quidditch practice?"

Harry felt like ripping his hair out.

"I don't know!" Harry shouted. He leaped up from his chair and then bolted up the stairs leading to the boy's dormitory.

"Nice one, Seamus," said Dean.

"Shut up."

TBC …. I think.

Edit: I took out the part where Harry found Ron and Hermione snogging and stuff. I don't know if I'm going to make this fic have Ron/Hermione in it. If I do, it won't be for a while, because I want this to be a bit different than other Harry/Draco fics.

Thanks for reading!