Part 4
Sure, I start to complain in my head about how I can't write anything and am stuck on everything. Then the ISP goes down and I'm stuck with only my word processor to amuse me. Thus, you all get more of this...
Drop of a Hat
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Disclaimer: They continue to not be mind, the little bastards.
It is amazing how quickly wine can go to your head. Hard liquor will kick you on your ass, but wine is insidious. The pleasant 'all is well with the world' feeling of wine sneaks up on you, and it is hard to think of anything more wonderful than being with the one you love while the soft, lovely drunkenness that comes from good wine fills you.
If the one you love doesn't love you back it can present some problems, but Seamus was willing to ignore them.
"Seamus, mate, you're really sloshed, aren't you?"
Seamus grinned up at Dean, his cheeks lightly flushed, his eyes sparkling. "I wouldn' say slosh'd. Com-for-ta-bly fuzzy, sure, but not slosh'd."
Hermione was laughing somewhere, but looking over was too much bother, Seamus decided. Besides, looking at Hermione wasn't as nice as looking at Dean. She didn't leave this warm fuzzy feeling in his stomach the way Dean did. Or was that the wine?
"Well, he's in no state to apparate," Harry said. "Want to crash here Seamus? Couch is comfortable and 'Mione's hangover cure works wonders."
"Nah, that's all right." Dean was smiling at Seamus, and wasn't it a pretty smile. "I'll walk him home. Fresh air and excersize'll do him good."
"It's just as well," Hermione said. "You probably shouldn't be apparating either Dean."
"Thanks for a lovely evening you three, we'll have to do it again."
"Yes, and soon. You're not allowed to disappear for another couple years before you come back, hear me?" Ron sounded like he'd had a couple too many glasses of wine too, but who was Seamus to judge. "We should get in touch with Neville, do a boy's night or something."
"Sounds graaand."
"Heh. Yeah, that sounds good Ron. We'll be in touch."
We. Seamus and Dean. We. There was something fantastic about the way Dean said 'we' and meant 'Seamus and I'. Seamus had missed being part of a 'we'.
Still grinning Seamus hugged the trio good bye and then followed Dean outside.
"So then, home?" Dean asked, smiling at his friend.
"Home," Seamus agreed, dropping an arm around Dean's shoulders as they set off.
***
When presented with a cool breeze and a warm body anyone's natural reaction is to move closer towards the warm body. When the warm body is also gorgeous and friendly it just makes it all the more tempting.
"Here we are then mate."
"Hmmm?" His arm was still slung comfortably around Dean's shoulders as he leaned sideways against the taller man.
"Your flat. We're here." Dean's voice was quiet, the smile on his face leaking into his tone.
"Oh." Seamus tilted his head up but made no move towards the door.
"So... you should probably go in."
"Yeah."
And then he was standing on his toes, stretching up towards that down turned face. Their lips brushed together and it was sweet and perfect and he pressed forwards into this lovely kiss.
And then it was over.
His arm was no longer around Dean's shoulders, he couldn't feel Dean's warmth protecting him from the chill evening. Dean had stepped back, and he was saying something.
"What?" Seamus felt bereft and alone as he looked down, unable to meet Dean's eyes.
"You're drunk."
"Er... yeah. Yeah I am." Without another word, and without looking up, Seamus turned and headed up the stairs to his door. He didn't look back, not wanting to see Dean turn and walk away. He carefully closed the door and wandered into his living room where he slowly collapsed onto his couch, Dean's words echoing in his head.
"You're drunk." It was accusation and refusal and forgiveness all in one horrifying phrase. How could he have been so stupid?
As he drifted off to sleep Dean's voice continued to circle in his brain, its slow, sad tone would have been relaxing, if it hadn't been so awful.
***
"Hello Seamus." She'd half way been expecting his call, and when his number showed up on her mobile her heart had dropped into her feet.
"Hi Lav." His voice was dull, flatter than even the tiny little speaker on the mobile could make it.
There was the nice way, and there was the quick way. But they knew each other too well and too long to need to do things the nice way. "What happened?" she asked, sounding worried.
"I got drunk."
The pause went on long enough that Lavender was really starting to get worried. "And?"
"I kissed him."
"Oh."
"Yeah."
In a perfect world Dean would have swept Seamus up off his feet, carried him to the nearest bed, and had his wild way with him. Lavender, however, knew that this was not a perfect world, and even if it were, Seamus would not sound so upset if that had happened.
"What did he say?"
"'You're drunk'."
She paused. "That's it?"
"Yes."
"Just 'you're drunk'?"
"Yes."
"Oh."
"Yeah."
"Well..." she started.
"I doubt it," he cut her off.
"But maybe..."
"Probably not."
"What about..."
"He wouldn't have..."
"You don't know that."
"No," Seamus admitted. "I don't know it. But I think it."
"What can I do?"
"Nothing."
"Bull. If nothing else I can take you out, get you drunk on the expense account, and help you get a warm body in bed."
This pause went on long enough that Lavender began to suspect she'd lost the connection.
"I don’t want..." he started vehemently, but she cut him off.
"I know that! What do you want?"
"... Dean."
"I'll see what I can do."
"Laven..." She didn't hear his protest, hanging up the phone and turning off the power so his inevitable calls would go to voice mail.
"Right. Where did I put Dean's number?"
*giggles to self*
I entirely blame filmfemmezan for my inescapable view of Lav as Seamus' "favorite ex".
Still don't know how it's going to end, but am getting happier with the non-knowledge.
Drop of a Hat
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Disclaimer: They continue to not be mind, the little bastards.
It is amazing how quickly wine can go to your head. Hard liquor will kick you on your ass, but wine is insidious. The pleasant 'all is well with the world' feeling of wine sneaks up on you, and it is hard to think of anything more wonderful than being with the one you love while the soft, lovely drunkenness that comes from good wine fills you.
If the one you love doesn't love you back it can present some problems, but Seamus was willing to ignore them.
"Seamus, mate, you're really sloshed, aren't you?"
Seamus grinned up at Dean, his cheeks lightly flushed, his eyes sparkling. "I wouldn' say slosh'd. Com-for-ta-bly fuzzy, sure, but not slosh'd."
Hermione was laughing somewhere, but looking over was too much bother, Seamus decided. Besides, looking at Hermione wasn't as nice as looking at Dean. She didn't leave this warm fuzzy feeling in his stomach the way Dean did. Or was that the wine?
"Well, he's in no state to apparate," Harry said. "Want to crash here Seamus? Couch is comfortable and 'Mione's hangover cure works wonders."
"Nah, that's all right." Dean was smiling at Seamus, and wasn't it a pretty smile. "I'll walk him home. Fresh air and excersize'll do him good."
"It's just as well," Hermione said. "You probably shouldn't be apparating either Dean."
"Thanks for a lovely evening you three, we'll have to do it again."
"Yes, and soon. You're not allowed to disappear for another couple years before you come back, hear me?" Ron sounded like he'd had a couple too many glasses of wine too, but who was Seamus to judge. "We should get in touch with Neville, do a boy's night or something."
"Sounds graaand."
"Heh. Yeah, that sounds good Ron. We'll be in touch."
We. Seamus and Dean. We. There was something fantastic about the way Dean said 'we' and meant 'Seamus and I'. Seamus had missed being part of a 'we'.
Still grinning Seamus hugged the trio good bye and then followed Dean outside.
"So then, home?" Dean asked, smiling at his friend.
"Home," Seamus agreed, dropping an arm around Dean's shoulders as they set off.
***
When presented with a cool breeze and a warm body anyone's natural reaction is to move closer towards the warm body. When the warm body is also gorgeous and friendly it just makes it all the more tempting.
"Here we are then mate."
"Hmmm?" His arm was still slung comfortably around Dean's shoulders as he leaned sideways against the taller man.
"Your flat. We're here." Dean's voice was quiet, the smile on his face leaking into his tone.
"Oh." Seamus tilted his head up but made no move towards the door.
"So... you should probably go in."
"Yeah."
And then he was standing on his toes, stretching up towards that down turned face. Their lips brushed together and it was sweet and perfect and he pressed forwards into this lovely kiss.
And then it was over.
His arm was no longer around Dean's shoulders, he couldn't feel Dean's warmth protecting him from the chill evening. Dean had stepped back, and he was saying something.
"What?" Seamus felt bereft and alone as he looked down, unable to meet Dean's eyes.
"You're drunk."
"Er... yeah. Yeah I am." Without another word, and without looking up, Seamus turned and headed up the stairs to his door. He didn't look back, not wanting to see Dean turn and walk away. He carefully closed the door and wandered into his living room where he slowly collapsed onto his couch, Dean's words echoing in his head.
"You're drunk." It was accusation and refusal and forgiveness all in one horrifying phrase. How could he have been so stupid?
As he drifted off to sleep Dean's voice continued to circle in his brain, its slow, sad tone would have been relaxing, if it hadn't been so awful.
***
"Hello Seamus." She'd half way been expecting his call, and when his number showed up on her mobile her heart had dropped into her feet.
"Hi Lav." His voice was dull, flatter than even the tiny little speaker on the mobile could make it.
There was the nice way, and there was the quick way. But they knew each other too well and too long to need to do things the nice way. "What happened?" she asked, sounding worried.
"I got drunk."
The pause went on long enough that Lavender was really starting to get worried. "And?"
"I kissed him."
"Oh."
"Yeah."
In a perfect world Dean would have swept Seamus up off his feet, carried him to the nearest bed, and had his wild way with him. Lavender, however, knew that this was not a perfect world, and even if it were, Seamus would not sound so upset if that had happened.
"What did he say?"
"'You're drunk'."
She paused. "That's it?"
"Yes."
"Just 'you're drunk'?"
"Yes."
"Oh."
"Yeah."
"Well..." she started.
"I doubt it," he cut her off.
"But maybe..."
"Probably not."
"What about..."
"He wouldn't have..."
"You don't know that."
"No," Seamus admitted. "I don't know it. But I think it."
"What can I do?"
"Nothing."
"Bull. If nothing else I can take you out, get you drunk on the expense account, and help you get a warm body in bed."
This pause went on long enough that Lavender began to suspect she'd lost the connection.
"I don’t want..." he started vehemently, but she cut him off.
"I know that! What do you want?"
"... Dean."
"I'll see what I can do."
"Laven..." She didn't hear his protest, hanging up the phone and turning off the power so his inevitable calls would go to voice mail.
"Right. Where did I put Dean's number?"
*giggles to self*
I entirely blame filmfemmezan for my inescapable view of Lav as Seamus' "favorite ex".
Still don't know how it's going to end, but am getting happier with the non-knowledge.