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[sea_leprechaun]

"And soooo's she gots drunked?" Seamus slurred disapprovingly, waving the butterbeer bottle around. It wasn't the mild drink in the bottle, but a much stronger kind of liquid that he'd modified from his first killer alcohol attempt.

"Thats bads..." he mumbled, slinging an arm around Harry. "Ands shes wanted to- to- to- um."

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[_harry_p_]

"I dunno," Harry told him in response, gesturing wildly with his hand as if the whole deal was still all up in the air. "Just drunk. And-and crying," he added, rolling his eyes.

"Crrrrrryying, like I should- I-dunno, do something," he finished in explanation.

And then he took another drink.

[sea_leprechaun]

"Did youse do some-something?" Seamus asked him curiously. "Whats did youse do?"

[_harry_p_]

He made an indignant huffing sound, apparently thinking that was enough of an answer at first.

Seconds later, however, and he turned to look at Seamus, poking him in the shoulder.

"I left her. She'ssstupid," he slurred. "I'm- I'm better than Bletchley," he informed his friend, making a face at the name.

[sea_leprechaun]

"Bletchley- eurgh-" he replied in loud agreement. "Not even- not even good lookings like youse- like- stupid girls-" he muttered, leaning against Harry complascently in return for the poke.

[_harry_p_]

"I'm totally hot," he announced, throwing his arms out again and looking down at himself. "She should- erm, no, not her-" he paused, getting lost in his train of thought.

Seamus was leaning against him.
That was nice.

Grinning a little in distraction, he threw his arm clumsily around him and squeezed him closer. "Yeah, mate."

[sea_leprechaun]

"Yeah," he agreed, without having the slightest idea as o what he was agreeing to. The world was all fuzzy, and his mind was dancing with grapevines and noodles. It was all a rather terrific party...

"Yeah," he repeated. "Youse better than those slytherins anydays."

[_harry_p_]

Harry's grin grew brilliantly, although still a bit lopsided. Throwing a look at Seamus from the corner of his eyes, he focused too much on the other boy's face rather than his own balance.

Stumbling into him instead, he laughed as he grappled to get a grip on Seamus' clothes to steady himself. "Bugger, mate-" he giggled, stumbling another step before he climbed successfully up to hold at his shoulders. "You did that-" he accused happily.

[sea_leprechaun]

"Sorry, sorry," he mumbled proudly, not at all sure the blame was right but perfectly happy to accept it.

"Can I makes it up to youse?"

[_harry_p_]

"Maaaaaaaaaybe," Harry grinned, sticking his tongue out a little as he continued to wobble some in front of Seamus. There was a very steady looking wall behind him, and Harry pushed a little until both boys fell against it, Seamus' back resting against the wall itself.

He grinned into Seamus' eyes and lifted his eyebrows in question, his face only an inch or so from the other boy's. "Yeah?" he asked, almost as though seeking permission.

[sea_leprechaun]

He grinned charmingly, his eyes flashing and dancing. "Yeah."

He didnt quite remember what he was agreeing to anymore, but Harry's face was close, and was terribly easy to look at and so he obliged the urge, giving it up after a second to drop his head forward a bit, enough to press his lips hard against Harry's.

[_harry_p_]

Harry wasn't aware enough to think that he should try to suppress the sound, and he half-laughed, half-moaned as Seamus took him up on the unspoken offer. Drawing his hand up, he shoved it awkwardly into the back of Seamus' hair, pulling him closer so that Harry could kiss him deep and hard.

He pushed him more into the wall as well, barely noticing the strentgh of his own muscles working although he was definitely enjoying the tight contact.

Merlin, they should do this more often.

[sea_leprechaun]

Seamus grunted, then moaned, wrapping his arms tightly around Harry's waist.

The moan seemed to echo dully, and Seamus' brow furrowed, but the kiss was heavnly enough not to want to stop...

But eventually, the echoing moans and quiet voices started pounding on his brain, and he pulled back, turning his face to the side as much as Harry's hand would let him. "Whats thats?"

[_harry_p_]

"A kiss," Harry answered smugly, still so dopily happy about the turn of events that he didn't realize what Seamus was asking about until he heard a rather loud curse coming from behind them...through the door.

"That-wasn't you," he said, frowning to himself for a moment before it occurred to him that they weren't alone. "Who-" he asked, mischief taking over as he looked at the door and then back at Seamus. "Wanna?" he asked, his green eyes showing his devious intent as he decided he wanted to intrude.

[sea_leprechaun]

"Yeahs," Seamus grinned leaning away from the wall behind his back and pushing agains Harry gently, although he still held on in order to stay upright.

stumbling a few steps sideways with the other boy to the nearest door, he balanced his weight against Harry and knocked loudly. "Knock knock whose there," he called loudly and shoved the door open, finding to his surprise that it hadnt been closed properly and almost falling through the doorway with Harry. "Whoops."

[_harry_p_]

Harry burst out into a loud laugh again, scrambling to grab onto Seamus although he eventually tumbled to the floor. Holding the bottle to his stomach, he spilled a little on himself as he rolled to his back, but most of it was salvaged by his efforts.

Looking for Seamus to make sure his mate was still in one piece, he laughed out loud again. "Who's there?" he called out loudly.

[_theo_nott_]

"What the-" Theo turned at once, one hand still locked up in his sleeve as he tried to determine who had just made the mistake of-

-"well fuck me," he said, watching with a clearly shocked expression to see Potter and Finnigan literally falling into their dungeon room.

He supposed it was the shock of the scene that kept his anger at bay, but once he noticed the bottles in their hands, he couldn't help but smirk vaguely in their direction. "Bloody hell, I think they're drunk," he told Blaise, a sudden laugh showing his amusement toward the surreal moment. "The Golden Boy is drunk..."