Seamus has always slept naked, it was like this since he was a little boy. His parents had encouraged him to be free with his body, and have on many occasions, visited a nudist cologne thank you very much. He pulled off his shirt, and threw it on a chair, and the same with his pants. He glanced over at Ron asleep already, he then glanced to see Ron's twin brothers were also asleep. The snoring was enough to wake the dead and on many nights, the ghosts would come in the dorm and had to force them to roll over and stop the noise. He noticed that Harry was not in his bed, but then again, he was used to seeing Harry not in the dorm where he is supposed to be at night. Seamus laughed at the thought Harry was somewhere roaming the hallway under his invisibility cloak.
The air was thick with a pungent smell that Seamus could not place, but he had a feeling he knew the smell as he pulled up the blankets and jumped back. On the bed, was a pile of blue cheese, stinky and warm blue cheese. 'Jeeves!' he cried out.
'I knew it may make you queasy, to make your bed a bit cheesy. Your night time wank have been hotter, when your calling out for Potter. ' Jeeves said and then ran through a wall.
Seamus threw the blanket down, and then looked over at the only empty bed, and walked over toward it. 'Harry must be out for the night so, he can sleep in the common room.' he thought out loud. He then climbed in under the warm covers, and laid there thinking about Harry, and his thoughts caused his member to begin to harden up.
Harry could not believe what he was seeing, Seamus was in his bed, under his blankets, and he was having a wank on his bed. 'What are you playing at!' Harry shouted, but he knew Seamus could not hear him.
Seamus stroked the tender skin of his hardened rod, increasing speed and vigor. Harry watched with increasing interest as he found himself drawing closer to get a better view of the wizard's wand. Breathing became heavy, his eyes closed and his teeth grinding as his hand moved fast and faster still over his tool. He gasped and threw a pillow over his face as a wave of his hot butter beer spewed forth out of the opening, and fell like great rain drops straight away onto Harry's body. Harry gasped as well and wiped his face from the wizard spooge.
Seamus then rolled over to his side, and fell asleep after his most intense orgasm he had ever had for a long time. It could be because he was in harry's bed, and he could smell the very essence and Harry's cologne lingered in the very air around him.
Harry climbed out of the bed, he was sticky from the wizard spooge, and needed a bath, he also knew he needed help, he needed to get to Dumbledor.
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