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She can see the quizzical look upon his features as she enters back into their train compartment. She can only offer him one that is equally as confused, as she had left half an hour ago believing she would be receiving detention. 

          ❛  — Apparently Slughorn liked my bat           bogey hex. I was invited to join a club. ❜

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She’d been gone a lot longer than either of them had expected her to be, and when she walks in, explaining herself, Dean simply laughs.

          “A club? A club for mad people who like throwing Bat Bogey Hexes? 

          — mind you, it was pretty good.”

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{{ ☘ }} — 𝓣he odd mixture of excitement and nervousness he felt proved nothing less than dizzying, forcing him to abandon the remainder of the breakfast he’d only been distractedly picking at to begin with. Standing from the table, he gave the most convincing smile he could manage.

              ❝Yeah, m’ready,❞ he nodded, shoving his hands deep into his pockets. ❝Better see if we can find McLaggen on the way, then, don’t yeh think? ❞ Truthfully, he was relying on the aid of alcohol at this point far more than he’d ever admit to Dean.

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         “S’pose we should. We might see him on the way out, actually, what with Filch stopping to check everyone. It’ll take ages,” Sighing, he got up from the table too, not noticing how uncomfortable Seamus seemed to be.

     Truthfully, he was feeling a bit nervous now too. This was where his regular day ended and his date with Seamus started.

          “Let’s go,” he added, picking up his bag and starting off for the door.

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I’m back! Computer has finally been returned, so I’m hoping to get Dean properly going again, because he’s kinda been on the backburner a bit, sorry Dean.

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I was hoping my computer would be repaired by now but it's still a few days away - I'll be back soon!

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{{ ☘ }} — 𝓘t was easy for Seamus to laugh along with Dean. Naturally, he’d heard that particular story before - more than once, for that matter, though he’d never grow tired of it - and could only wish again that he could been there to see it for himself.

              ❝Blackmail? Yeh’re  stone cold, Thomas,❞ he grinned slyly around a mouthful of bread. Though his chuckle turned tense at the reminder, as if he’d almost forgotten why they were going for drinks in the first place. ❝Sure, yeah. I won’t forget.❞

◀︎⚽️    ~~

          “Blackmail? Nah. Just a reminder. Besides, he’s not a terrible guy. I think Harry forgave him.” That wasn’t entirely true — Dean was fairly certain Harry hadn’t forgiven him, which was why he wasn’t at practice any more, but never mind.

          “You ready to go, then?” Dean added, setting down his empty glass. Pumpkin juice was nice, but he was hankering for some Butterbeer, and to get out of the castle. It felt almost like they were hemmed in at the moment, forced together. Fresh air would do them good.

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clumsyherbologist:

Alright so that made for a not as good attempt as Neville had hoped, and he blushes, ducking his head as the question is turned back on him. He’s got the same answer as Dean, after all, and he’s been practicing, too. He’s not even expecting to get to go with anyone unlike Dean, he’s sure Dean will find someone. He’s better liked than Neville.

“I don’t– I don’t know yet.”

◀︎⚽️    ~~

     A smile spread across his face — at least they’re in the same boat.

           “Good to know I’m not the only one. Not even sure I wanna go, dancing’s never really been my thing. But I s’pose if everyone’s gonna be there, we’ll be the ones to miss out.” Not that Dean was really expecting anything that interesting to happen, but the ball was all anyone was talking about.

     It WAS next week, after all.

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Young love

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fiercestredhead:

“He’ll get over it” Ginny said with a sigh, closing the door of the carriage. Merlin, she hoped he would. It had been annoying enough over the holidays when Dean wasn’t actually around. Then again, if he annoyed her now, she could actually hex him without getting in trouble. Or well, without getting in too much trouble. “Either way, you’ll have Seamus to protect you, won’t you?” she said with a grin, scooting a little closer towards him and sliding her hand into his again now that the carriage started moving. 

◀︎⚽️    ~~

          “S’pose that’s true,” he nodded, taking her hand as the carriage set off. Then again, he wasn’t sure his best friend even knew about his relationship yet. For all he knew, Seamus might back Ron. “But I guess sleeping in the common room wouldn’t be that bad. The armchairs are pretty cozy.”

     Leaning back, Dean glanced out the window as the castle drew nearer, trying to forget about Ron and focusing instead on how excited he was to be back at school — because in a few short days, that excitement would surely pass. That was how it always went.

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DEAMUS IS REAL.

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sorry for disappearing! i couldn’t remember the log in details for this blog, but i’m back, and hoping to get some more stuff done. hmu if ya wanna plot

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Young love

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fiercestredhead:

“I never do” Ginny said with a grin when Dean told her not to take the O.W.L’s too seriously. “I’ve got more important things to focus on. Like Quidditch” she continued as they headed to a carriage. She ignored Ron’s scowl when they passed him and Hermione, and for a moment she was tempted to push Dean against their carriage and snog him senseless, just to piss Ron off. But no. That would be petty and childish. Though she did really want to kiss him.

Ginny briefly wondered where Harry was; she had expected him to be with Ron and Hermione, but then focused her attention back on Dean, letting go of his hand to get into an empty carriage.

◀︎⚽️    ~~

     It would have been impossible not to notice the look Ron had given them as they passed by, but Dean tried his best. He’d forgotten how uncomfortable the Weasley boy was with any kind of affection. Briefly curious as to where Harry was, he glanced back at them as Ginny climbed into an empty carriage.

     Dating his friend’s sister would certainly not be easy.

          “You know, I wouldn’t be surprised if Ron tried to kick me out of the dorm tonight,” he laughed.

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hclfandhalf:

{{ ☘ }} — 𝓐lthough it probably would be nothing more than wishful thinking, Seamus couldn’t help but to get excited about the idea of drinking with his best mate. It would certainly do a lot of help to calm his nerves, at the very least.

              ❝Maybe…❞ he considered, reaching forward to pluck a slice of toast off the table. ❝Or, if all else fails, we could always get one of the older students t’buy it for us. Isn’t that bloke McLaggen seventeen? You know him from Quidditch, right?❞

◀︎⚽️    ~~

          “Oh, yeah, McLaggen would probably do it.” Cormac was always up for a laugh. He might have been unbearably arrogant at times, but he wasn’t a completely terrible bloke. “And if he refuses, I’ll just remind him who smashed their Captain’s skull in with a Beater’s bat.”

     Snickering, Dean started to eat. It wasn’t THAT funny, really, but remembering the look on Cormac’s face after that incident always made him smile.

          “But I’m still buying the first drink, don’t forget.”

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{{ ☘ }} — 𝓢eamus inwardly cursed at the burning of his lungs in the need for oxygen, not at all ready to break the kiss just yet. It somehow felt as if it lasted for an eternity and a mere few seconds at the same time, rendering him dizzy in the most wonderful way, and he had to resist the urge to chase after Dean’s lips as he pulled back.

               ❝Not bad?❞ he repeated, giving a breathless chuckle around a widening grin. ❝That - that was bloody incredible.❞

◀︎⚽️    ~~

     Dean had been about to say I’ve had better — but he knew Seamus would see through that lie straight away.

          ”Well, I guess you wouldn’t mind another go, then.” With that, Dean pulled on the front of his friend’s robes, leaning down to press his lips to his again. 

     Kissing Seamus was undoubtably the best decision he’d ever made. How had he not realised it before? They were so good together. Sparks flew when their lips met. Even the height difference felt PERFECT.

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Young love

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fiercestredhead:

Ginny easily slipped her hand into Deans when he reached out to her. She enjoyed talking him, she enjoyed his company, and she was looking forward to getting to know him better. “Ha! After the summer I’ve had I’m actually excited to get started with school. I mean, I know O.W.L’s are supposed to be really tough, but at least it’ll keep my mind off the fact that Fleur might try to force me into a pink frilly dress next summer” she chuckled. 

◀︎⚽️    ~~

     Ginny in a pink, frilly dress — Dean would pay good money to see that, although he’d never dare say that out loud. 

     As he led her out of the compartment and off the train, he couldn’t help thinking about their hands, clasped together. They’d done it a few times before — they’d even kissed, briefly — but two months apart felt like forever. It felt like they were starting all over again.

          “Well, they’ll keep you busy, that’s for sure. Try not to take them too seriously, though, it’ll drive you MAD.”

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{{ ☘ }} — 𝓔ven though he could feel himself slowly start to relax as they continued their conversation, Seamus couldn’t completely shake his nervousness. It lingered in the back of his mind, no matter how hard he tried to fight against it.

              ❝It’d be worth a shot,❞ he grinned in agreement, sitting right next to Dean as he always did. ❝That place sees so many students, especially this time of year - s’no way she’s able t’keep track of all our ages.❞

◀︎⚽️    ~~

    Dean had never tried Firewhisky, or anything else that Madam Rosmerta might serve only to overage wizards — only Muggle alcohol, which he’d been allowed to try a few times when he’d been home for the holidays. Drinking with Seamus could be a bit of fun.

          “We’re ALMOST seventeen, anyway. Even if she remembers how old we are, she might let us order a drink anyway,” he laughed, piling some food onto a plate. It was unlikely — the barmaid was fairly strict. But it was fun to plot with his best friend anyway.

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clumsyherbologist:

“…well, it looks good,” he repeats himself a little awkwardly, shifting on his feet. Neville isn’t sure where to go from here, it shouldn’t be a big deal to catch his friend practicing dancing but for some reason it does– how can he change the subject? Well, maybe if he just pokes at this one in another way?

“Um, d'you– d'you know who you’re going with yet?”

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          “Erm, no, haven’t asked anyone.” He realises this makes him look incredibly foolish, to be practicing for no one at all, but Dean doesn’t know how else to respond. 

     “I guess it doesn’t really matter. Who’re you going with?” he asks, trying to deflect the attention from himself for the moment. 

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{{ ☘ }} — 𝓦ith the connection of their lips, Seamus’ entire world exploded.

               Of the many times he’d imagined kissing Dean before, it was absolutely nothingcompared to the real thing. He found himself pressing back into his mouth hard, his hands moving on autopilot as they tangled themselves in the front of Dean’s shirt.

                     There was no doubt in his mind that as this finally played out, it was nothing short of one of the very best moments of his life.

◀︎⚽️    ~~

     It felt like the most natural thing in the world, to kiss Seamus. Dean could feel the other boy pulling on his shirt, but his focus was entirely on his lips now, making sure he kissed him right, not wanting to mess this up.

     To stay here and do this FOREVER — that would be ideal. But he pulled away to take a breath, smiling at his best friend. Would this change that label?

          “Not bad, mate.”