hellcatdraws - Tumblr blog

hellcatdraws · 3 years

Note

Hi, you're amazing and so very talented 💖 Deamus I'm gunning for a little bit of 7, a shake of 10, and then I accidentally let my imagination get away from me so as much of THIS as you can handle: Hogsmeed visit, year 5, they get sweets, cute orange lollies, they go to the shrieking shack to watch leaves fall before the first snow, kind of just being bros but one of them maybe gets orange sugar on his lip and they just can't take it

I very loosely fulfilled the prompts, and it got away from me a bit, but you know how much I love these boys.

🍁 🍁 🍁

Leaves and Orange Sugar

Prompt: 7. A competition to step on the crunchiest leaf + 10. Leaves falling around us as we go for a walk

It was the first weekend in October, which meant it was Hogsmeade weekend. Normally, Seamus would be going with a larger group, like always, but he was still fighting with Harry over what the Daily Prophet was saying. Most of Gryffindor had either sided with Harry or decided to stay out of it completely, so it was just him and Dean. He didn’t mind though. More and more lately, Seamus preferred spending time alone with only Dean, anyway. They’d always been close, but something seemed different this year. Seamus started noticing things about Dean he hadn’t ever noticed before, like the focused face he would get when he was following potion instructions or the way he stuck his tongue out just a bit while drawing or how his eyes sparkled when he laughed.

Seamus was pretty sure he had feelings for Dean and not the typical friendly ones; the type of feelings like Ron oh so very clearly had for Hermione, but refused to admit existed. What he wasn’t sure about was whether Dean felt the same way. It wouldn’t matter if he didn’t. Nothing could change the fact that Dean was and always would be his best friend.

At a quarter past ten, once they’d had their fill of breakfast, Seamus and Dean strolled out of the castle’s front doors into the cold fall air. Seamus suppresses a shiver and shoves his hands in his pockets.

“Smells like snow,” Dean mused as he tilted his face up toward the sky and breathed in deeply.

“You can smell snow?” Seamus asked in mild bewilderment.

“You can’t?”

“Also, it’s only October. There’s no way it’s going to snow this early.”

“It’s Scotland. Of course, it could snow this early,” Dean countered.

“It’s still too early. I mean, look,” Seamus gestured at the trees that lined the path from the Hogwarts grounds to Hogsmeade, “the trees haven’t even lost all their leaves yet.”

“Snow doesn’t have to wait for the trees to shed their leaves. All we need is a cold snap and some clouds with water in them, and we’ll have snow instead of rain,” Dean explained. “It’s basic science.”

“Oi, I know that!” Seamus exclaimed. “You’re not the only one with muggle knowledge, thank you very much.”

“Aww, look at you all indignant,” Dean teased, then threw his arm around Seamus’ neck and pulled him in to ruffle his hair.

Seamus grumbled and shoved at him slightly, making Dean laugh fondly. He then stared at the ground to hide his blush when Dean didn’t move his arm right away.

When they got to town, they stopped in Scrivenshaft’s Quill Shop first, so Dean could get some new quills (because he had a tendency to chew on or snap his when stressed, which everyone was because of OWLs) and a new sketchbook since the one he currently had was nearly full. They popped into random shops throughout the rest of the morning, not really shopping for anything in particular, mostly just enjoying not studying. Around mid-afternoon, they stopped in Honeydukes to refill their candy stashes, then made their way to the Shrieking Shack.

“You know, I heard a rumor that it’s not actually haunted,” Dean mused in between licks of his orange lolly, which he’d dipped in orange powdered sugar because it apparently wasn’t sweet enough.

“Really?” Seamus asked, his mouth full of Chocolate Frog.

They leaned against the railing to stare at the dilapidated house. “Yeah. You know how Professor Lupin was—well, is a…you know.”

Seamus nodded and watched as Dean casually licked the sugar off his lolly.

“Well, I heard someone say that they think that might have been where he transformed while he was at Hogwarts,” Dean continued.

Seamus frowned. “So, the screams were just him?”

“According to the rumor.”

“Well, that’s just depressing and disappointing,” Seamus said.

“What, you preferred it when you thought it was a banshee that lived in there?” Dean teased, and Seamus’ frown deepened.

“Oi, shut it,” he fired back, throwing an elbow without looking.

Dean laughed and bumped his shoulder against Seamus’, forcing him to look up at him. A weird look must have passed over his face because Dean looked down at him with confusion and asked, “what is it?”

“You’ve got a bit of—” he gestured vaguely at orange sugar that was smudged on Dean’s top lip.

“Oh, thanks.”

Seamus stared back at the shack to avoid looking at him and tried not to think about how badly he wanted to reach up and wipe it off himself.

“Hey, is everything alright?” Dean asked, nudging Seamus again.

“Yeah, everything’s fine,” Seamus mumbled, keeping his eyes focused on the shack.

“Shay…”

He felt Dean’s hand brush against his where it rested on the railing, and it was that combined with the nickname he hardly ever used that finally broke him. Before he could stop himself, Seamus turned and grabbed the lapel of Dean’s jacket to pull him down to kiss him. Then, as quickly as he’d pulled him in, Seamus pushed Dean away, muttering rushed apologies. “I’m so sorry—I didn’t—”

“Don’t apologize,” Dean whispered. “I’ve been trying to work up the courage to do that for weeks.” A soft smile crept onto his face, a new one that stole Seamus’ breath. Questions swirled through Seamus’ mind, but then Dean leaned back in to press his lips firmly against Seamus’ again, and all thoughts vanished entirely. The only things on his mind were soft lips and the taste of orange sugar.

After a long moment, they broke apart and rested their foreheads together, eyes still closed.

“So, erm,” Seamus stammered, finally breaking the silence.

“Mhmm,” Dean hummed.

“Are we gonna talk about what this means?” Seamus asked tentatively despite being terrified of the answer.

“What is there to talk about?” Dean asked simply. “We spend all of our time together, we’ve met each other’s families, you know me better than anyone else possibly could, and I like to think it’s the same for you—”

“It is,” Seamus interrupted.

“Exactly. You’re still my best friend, Shay. The only difference is that I now know what it’s like to kiss you.”

“And what is that like?”

“Brilliant,” Dean said with a soft smile. “And something I’d like a repeat of, if that’s alright with you, that is.”

“It is,” Seamus said again. “Now would be good.”

Dean’s smile turned into a grin that Seamus promptly kissed. He meant for it to be a quick one, but within seconds it escalated. Dean’s hands came up to cradle his head, angling it to deepen the kiss, while Seamus wrapped his arms around Dean’s waist, closing the distance between their bodies. After a minute, they pulled apart, their breaths mingling as they tried to return their breathing to normal.

“We should—”

“Head back to the castle?” Dean finished for him.

“Oh—” Seamus had been about to say that they should probably slow down, at least while they were in public, and continue their walk through town, but he liked Dean’s idea much better. “Yeah, let’s do that.”

Dean smiled again, then released Seamus from his embrace.

Seamus stepped away and glanced at the ground. “You dropped your lolly,” he observed.

Dean looked down, then shrugged. “Worth it.”

Seamus smiled and blushed, his heart soaring slightly at the fact that Dean had dropped his candy, altogether abandoning it in favor of snogging him properly. “Come on, let’s head back,” he said after a moment, and they started heading back up the path that led from the Shrieking Shack to the Main Street. As they walked, Dean slipped his hand into Seamus’, which took him off guard for a split second, but it was enough for Dean to notice.

“Is this alright?” he asked, using their joined hands to pull Seamus to a stop.

“Yeah, it’s just—you’re not worried about people seeing?” Seamus asked nervously.

He shrugged again, which was mildly infuriating because he seemed so calm, whereas Seamus was quite the opposite. “Not particularly, no. But if you are—”

Seamus tightened his grip on Dean’s hand to prevent him from pulling away. “I’m not if you aren’t. Well, I am, but I also don’t want to hide who I am anymore, so yeah, this is alright. More than alright.” He smiled and laced their fingers together, then they continued on their way.

It was surprising how easily they fell into this new part of their relationship. Dean had had a good point: they were already close, so the transition shouldn’t have been that big of a deal, but it was still nice that things hadn’t changed all that much. Their conversation as they walked was exactly the same; they still joked the same way as they always had, they even fell into a competition to find the crunchiest leaf on the path back up to the castle. The only difference was that they refused to let go of each other’s hands during their entire competition, and when it was decided that Seamus won the game, he was rewarded with a chaste peck on the lips from Dean—a peck on the lips that quickly turned into another full-on song as the leaves continued to fall and swirl around them.

🍁 🍁 🍁

#AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH #oh my gosh that was so good #amazing #just wonderful #wholesome #beautiful #deamus #seamus finnigan x dean thomas #Harry Potter #fanfiction #mooncat457 #girl #you outdid yourself #5real

20 notes · View notes