#seamus finnigan fic

[the-sun-is-also-a-star]

microfic: touch

| drarry | sfw | 741 words |

Touch was special to Harry.

At first it was terrible, coming from a household where every touch was violent and love was rare. 

Hogwarts changed that.

Ron would throw his arm over his shoulder after a quidditch match and Hermione would fall asleep on his shoulder while they studied late. It was odd, but soon it became as easy as breathing.

Soon touch became the way Harry would communicate. He'd lightly shove Seamus with his shoulder and press his knee to Luna's when he'd sit on the floor with her to listen to her daily rants. He'd kiss Hermione's forehead before she left a room and tug on Ron's clothes to get his attention. He'd make sure that he was always touching someone at some point. 

Harry Potter was not a boy who was shown a lot of love through touch, but he expressed it oh so generously. 

When Draco and Harry became hesitant friends in 8th year, Harry was nervous. 

The war had not ruined his affinity for physical touch as a means of comfort, in fact, it may have exacerbated it. 

But Harry did not know if Draco liked to be touched and with a friendship so rocky, he wasn't willing to risk it. 

But like all things with Draco, everything just sort of clicked. 

When they sat together for lunch in the great hall (a fact that made Harry giddy with joy for some reason?) he found Draco sitting close enough that their arms pressed together. 

When they sat next to each other in class, Draco's leg would be close enough to brush against his every now and then. 

When they sat on the couches in the 8th year common room, all of their friends sitting together, squashed up on the couches, Draco and him would sprawl all over each other, limbs entangled and unbearably comfortable. 

All in all, Harry loved it. 

It was when they started dating that it all came to a crux. 

It was their first year out of Hogwarts, and with Draco beginning his time consuming journey of training to become a potions master, a relationship was the last thing that you would assume could work out. 

But they made it work, they always do. 

Harry didn't care that Draco had odd hours because he had to sometimes check on potions at weird times in the night, he didn't care that sometimes Draco would spend entire afternoons reading on potions textbook or the other, he didn't care that sometimes Draco had to cancel plans last minute because his mentor was an utter ass and had Draco running at his beck and call. 

It should have bothered him, especially as early as it was into their relationship as it was, but it didn't. 

He didn't care because when Draco got back from his odd hours he would always kiss the crown of Harry's head, and get back into bed, going back to spooning him like he never left.

He didn't care because when Draco spent entire afternoons reading, he always did it on the couch next to Harry, his legs curled up next to him and his body leaning into his, and afterwards he would kiss Harry and thank him for being so patient with him. He didn't care because everytime before he got back from his mentor he would kiss Harry on the cheek, and hug him, tightly, promising that as soon as his internship was done he would never cancel plans again because he knew how important stability was for Harry. 

Harry was never that good with expressing how he felt, but he loved Draco Malfoy, and he expressed that very clearly. He expressed it in the way he linked their pinkys together. He expressed it the way he hugged Draco from behind when he made coffee in the morning. He expressed it in the way he swung their hands when they walked anywhere. 

And Draco loved him, oh how Draco loved him. 

Draco loved him in the way he let Harry bury his face in his neck when he was cold. Draco loved him in the way he put his arm around Harry's chair when they went to pub nights with their friends. Draco love him in the way he pulled him close when they were dancing. Draco loved him.

Touch was everything to Harry, it was how he loved and how he wanted to be loved.

And oh, how he was loved.

[slaymybreathaway]

WASTELAND, BABY! [prologue]

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July 30th 1994 ○ Neville's Bedroom

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It was 11pm when Neville Longbottom heard a tapping sound on his bedroom window.

He was sitting ontop of his patchwork bed covers, in his pyjamas, reading a muggle book that he had found in an old bookshop near his house earlier that day.

At first he took no notice of the noise, it was often that branches hit against his window whenever the wind blew a certain way. However, when these 'branches' started making a squawking noise, he turned his attention away from the book in his hands.

The boy walked over to his window, where he saw a white barn owl sitting on the outside windowsill. The bird looked up at him, an ivory envelope held in it's beak. Neville opened his window slowly, trying his best not to scare the owl away.

"Thanks mate," he spoke, taking the envelope from the bird and watched as it flew away into the dark summer night.

He shut his window before turning the envelope over in his hands. It was thick and felt like it had something  rectangular inside of it.

The address on the front was written in a neat-but-slanted way, which he recognised almost immediately to be the handwriting of Y/n Finnigan. Neville smiled, letting the excitement show on his face.

Y/n and Neville had known each other since their first year at Hogwarts. She was his friend, Seamus's twin sister so naturally, he was friends with her also.

The odd thing was, that over the summer months, Neville found himself feeling a strange buzz of happiness whenever she sent him a letter. It even got to the point where every letter that wasn't from her seemed unimportant.

He couldn't quite explain what he felt or why he felt it. So instead, he just put it down to the lonely-ness of Summer.

The front and the back of the envelope was covered with small doodles of stars and balloons. The smile on Neville's face, somehow, grew wider at the thought of her taking the time to draw them on, individually.

The boy opened the envelope just above the green wax seal on the back and out fell both a letter and a casette tape. He picked up the letter and started to read:

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Dear Nev,

Happy Birthday!!! I was going to give you your present on the train to school but I just couldn't wait. I hope you like the mixtape (it's for the walkman, by the way)

See you soon,

Y/n

(PS. Tell your granny that I was asking for her)

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After reading it a few times, Neville took the box out from under his bed that contained all of the letters she had sent over the past two months and placed the new one on top. He slid the box far enough under his bed that it couldn't be seen by anyone that walked into his room.

The boy rifled through the drawer in his bedside locker until he found what he was looking for, his walkman. When he bought the muggle device, he didn't realise that the music wasn't included so he couldn't use it... until now.

When he looked at the tape closely, he could see that it was labeled on either side with ☆Neville's Mixtape☆ written in red marker. He opened the walkman and carfully placed the tape in before putting the headphones on and pressing the "play" button.

The boy turned off the light and lay in his bed, pulling the covers up to his shoulders as he heard the acoustic guitar play softly through the opening bars of the first song on the tape.

He couldn't help but imagine where Y/n was the first time she heard this song. Did it come on in the radio in her Dad's car? Or did she find the album that this song belonged to in a dusty old casette shop and waited until later that day to listen to it, when she was lying in bed. Just like he was doing right now. He smiled at the thought

A male voice sang softly the lyric:

"All the fear and the fire of the end of the world.

Happens each time a boy falls in love with a girl,"

Neville swore that he would remember those words forever beacause it was in that moment that he finally realised what that buzz of happiness was.

The was falling in love with her...

And man, did he feel the fear and the fire of the end of the world.

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[moonlightdancer26]

Hi, stop trying to harass everyone into thinking Wolfstar is actually a healthy ship and start promoting an underrated mlm ship that’s genuinely a really nice representation of gay couples (Deamus of course)

[l1lyfl0w3r]

I desperately need a fic with a 'fake lovers' trope but where they don't fall in love.

For example

Ginny x Dean

Where Dean x Seamus is the actual ship

But Ginny wants Harry to be jealous, and Dean wants a way to forget about Seamus.

In the end Dean x Seamus start dating after Seamus gets upset and confesses.

Ginny gives up on Harry. Harry realises he likes Ginny after the fact. Maybe they end up together in 6th year, maybe not.

Canon compliant as much as possible but also not at the same time. Iykyk, I don't even know tbh

I will probably have to write this myself, unless someone wants to do it for me.

[whinlatter]

‘Hermione, the attendees just survived a war,’ says Seamus impatiently. ‘I think they can survive a piss-up in a creepy old mansion.’

🪶 read the author’s note for c.10&11 (spoilers!)

���� listen to the playlist

🪺 watch the trailer 

🦉 thoughts & questions? ask me anything!

[meloms-ao3]

Two Kudos Tuesday II

Finally, it's Tuesday which means @mundrakan and I get to recommend the hidden gems we found! :) For today's TKT I present to you *drum roll* 🥁 Daughter of Mine 🎉 Daughter of Mine is a 3 chapter, 3.6k words long fanfic in the Harry Potter Universe. The author describes it as "A collection of vaguely connected oneshots" Pairings: Dean Thomas/Seamus Finnigan ; Dean Thomas/Luna Lovegood Characters: Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnigan, OC-Child Trope: Kid-Fic I read all of it yesterday and really enjoyed it. It deals with heavy themes such as PTSD and Child Abandonment though, so be careful! Summary: People don't instantly heal from trauma. Sometimes they never heal. Sometimes people need others to get there.

If you also know a fanfic with 2 kudos or less that you want to see gain more traction, you can always post it yourself and use #two kudos tuesday to help smaller creators get noticed! (Tagging people to spread the word: @phoewithab @trantothestars @foxlove844 @daweirdweirdo @asha-the-confused-lolita)

See you next week! 💖

[souptastical]

I cannot stop imagining this song to the drug fueled mishaps/adventures of Harry/Ron/Draco/Dean/Seamus & my OC's in my current fic

side note, this is basically Irish Kidz Bop (they a youth collective or some shit) and this is proof the next gen of kids are gonna be just fine if they spitting fire like this omg

[pagsys-writings]

38. Salt

“It’s a pinch of salt,” Dean said in a tight voice as frustration built up in him slowly. 

“That’s what I did!” Seamus groaned, arms lifting and falling to his sides limply. His lips pulled down into a frown that Dean knew mimicked his own.

Dean looked into the mixing bowl. The amount of salt on top of the cocoa powder was a lot more than a pinch. It was more like five pinches. “We have very different definitions of what a ‘pinch’ means.” His words made Seamus laugh and Dean smiled at the way his nose crinkled. “You’re laughing but you’ll be the only one eating this cake.” His voice wobbled in his effort to stop his own laughter because that sound was contagious.

“Oh, come one.” Seamus wrapped his arms around Dean’s neck. His eyes twinkled like the stars. “It’ll taste fine.”

Then Seamus leaned in and kissed him. He tasted like chocolate and Dean smiled into the kiss. “You found the chocolate chips I hid?” He asked when they broke apart.

“Shut up.” Seamus pouted and said, “There’s still enough for the cake.”

Dean grinned, kissing Seamus again and thinking that there wasn’t anything sweeter than this.

[sugareey-makes-stuff]

i. Revelation

Written for @microficmay‘s prompt revelation and Week 1′s sensory challenge using sight and hearing. Seamus Finnigan/Dean Thomas General | WC: 50 | Tags: Singing, hidden talents, surprises, dorms __

He’s walking into the boys’ dormitory when he hears it. A breathy, raspy voice crooning heartfelt words in Gaelic. Dean’s eyes grow wide. He blinks. Surely, that’s not— But it is. Dean can only gape as he soaks in the gorgeous revelation of Seamus Finnigan singing with his whole being. You can also read on AO3, or check out the full Deamus microfic series under #love you for the rest of my life.

[queenofonions]

Friday Night at the Cackling Cat

The Hogwarts gang gathered at the Cackling Cat wizard pub most Friday nights.

Prompt from FB page Hermione's Nook. Heard of Cards Against Humanity? Well, Harry Potter-ize it, then make a crackfic out of it and here we are! This was my prompt - I don't know how cracky it is, but I hope you enjoy:

The Hogwarts gang gathered at the Cackling Cat wizard pub most Friday nights, crowded around a long table at the back.

Going anti-clockwise around the table sat George, Seamus and Dean, Pansy, then Blaise and Luna. Up the other side were Ron and Hermione, Harry, Draco, and finally Ginny and Neville.

They were usually a lively bunch, though tonight their merriment was slightly muted by the bad news Neville just delivered.

"The Quibbler rejected my story about Dumbledore entering a Gandalf the Grey lookalike contest." Neville sighed into his pint, then took a large gulp.

"But you got it straight from the man himself," Dean objected. "Well, his portrait, anyway."

The group turned toward Luna, sipping on her Bloody Mary.

She nodded. "Daddy thought your article was well written and very amusing, they just had too many submissions of that same story. Apparently, once his beard was long enough it became a kind of hobby for him to enter those contests."

"Like his knitting!" Harry chimed in and Luna pointed at him with the celery stick from her drink in confirmation before wiping it off and sticking it behind one ear.

The table gave a collective "Ahhh!" at the explanation and turned back to Neville.

He shrugged and nodded, but still looked so forlorn Ginny grabbed his face and kissed both cheeks, which made him laugh. The mood lifted considerably and they all laughed along as Ginny nudged him repeatedly in the side with her elbow. He made as if to tickle her and she jumped away, bumping into Draco and sending his nose into the foam of his beer.

He swore viciously, glaring over his shoulder at the snickering redhead, who had taken the opportunity to leap into Neville's lap and cling to him in mock fear.

Neville held her to him firmly with one hand at her waist and waved a butter knife at the Slytherin with the other, prompting mournful cries of "Mercy, O Mighty Snake Killer!" from Blaise and Pansy and bows of reverence from the Gryffindors on the other side of the table.

Draco rolled his eyes at them all, wiping his face. Harry reached over and rubbed a broad thumb over the top of his lip. Stunned, Draco watched him lick the alcohol from his thumb and felt his pulse start to pound. Harry winked and Draco felt his loins tighten in response. He schooled his expression and raised a haughty brow, which only made Harry grin and drink deeply of his beer to get his own foamy lip then raise a brow in clear challenge.

Neither of them noticed the table go quiet, eyes darting back and forth between them as if as a tennis match.

Draco narrowed his eyes and pinched Harry's chin between his thumb and finger to hold him still and swooped down to lick the foam from Harry's lip with a long stroke of his tongue. He lifted his head to check Harry's reaction and felt rather smug when the Chosen One only blinked through glazed-over eyes.

Which lasted mere seconds as Harry surged up to plant a great sucking kiss on his mouth, knocking the breath from Draco's lungs and the pint from his hand, which Ginny caught handily, raising it in victory as the table erupted in cheers and groans. Again, neither of them noticed the money changing hands from the bets made on when they would finally get a clue, too busy snogging each other silly.

Pansy held up her winnings and declared the next round on her and basked extravagantly in the waves of kisses being blown her way. Soon, everyone had a fresh drink of their choice and Seamus picked up an earlier thread of conversation.

"Shouldn't they be havin' lookalike Dumbledore contests now? Who fuckin' cares about Glandorf whatshisname, anyway?"

"Oh, but they do over in Leeds!" a passing barmaid piped up behind him. "Every Friday in August at the Dove & Dragon! A nice long beard and those twinkling eyes, you'd be a shoe-in, love!" She ran her finger along his jaw and bopped his nose before bouncing away. Seamus watched her go with hearts in his eyes.

George thumped the table, making several glasses and their owners jump. "That's an idea! We can have of of those at Wheezes, judge some Harry Potter lookalikes to promote our new line of enchanted action figures! Give one away as top prize. What do ya say, Harry?"

Finally coming up for air from Draco's kisses, Harry pointed at George and gave an emphatic "NO! No, no, never again!" then clamped his hand over his mouth at what he just revealed.

The table, as one, perked up and focused on him like a pack of hunting dogs on a scent.

George's grin was sly, "Again?" The rest of the group also made inquiring noises, including Draco and Harry refused to look at him.

Hermione, sitting to his left and sucking down the last of her third strawberry daiquiri, started to giggle the way she did when she was more than halfway pissed and Harry knew she was seconds away from spilling everything.

Harry put his head in his hands. "Fuck."

Ron looked between his best friend and his fiancee, confused, "What? What'd he do? And why don't I know what he did??"

Hermione leaned back against him and waved her empty glass wildly toward the despondent Harry; the tiny umbrella flew out and bounced off his head onto the table where Luna snatched it up and put it behind her other ear.

"Oh Ron it was the best thing! The best most perfectly awful thing I ever saw in my life! Oh Harry!" Hermione's giggles cut off with a snort and she slapped her hand over her face and began hissing behind it.

"Oh God," Harry groaned.

"Come now, Potter," the deep voice of Blaise beckoned. "Confess your sins and we shall be merciful." Harry didn't have to look to know Zabini had a wicked grin on his face.

Several voices began to whisper-chant Confess Confess Confess; Harry whimpered pitifully.

"Did our Golden Boy impersonate himself at a Harry Potter look alike contest?" Pansy purred from behind her martini.

"He didn't! You didn't!" Ron gasped over at his friend.

"HE DID!" Hermione sang out with drunken glee.

"Why on earth--?" Ron started but Hermione cut him off.

"He bet me." She placed her daiquiri glass down on table with the exaggerated care of the slightly soused. "Said my bill on reforming the werewolf statute wouldn't go through. MY bill!"

Shaking heads and tsking sounds followed in admonishment for such folly.

"Why on earth--?" Ron started again in reaction to that statement, this time interrupted by George.

"Nevermind all that! The contest, Potter, spill it!"

Harry just shook his head against his hands. Hermione pushed against his shoulder with rather more force than she intended, almost sending him into Draco's lap, which he wouldn't have minded except for how Draco chuckled under his breath at him. He glared at both of them. They both ignored him. He threw back his firewhiskey and raised his hand to signal for another.

The contest, Hermione cheerfully explained in slightly slurred speech, was held in Hogsmeade at the Three Broomsticks, with several kids and adults dressed up as the Hero of the Wizarding World. As part of losing the bet, Harry had to make his best effort, so he put on his old Quidditch uniform and carried his Firebolt.

Then they had a round of trivia questions to single out the most knowledgeable and reward the top three that answered the most correctly.

"So what did you win, Harry?" Luna inquired sweetly, shaking more Tobasco sauce into her fresh drink.

Harry mumbled into his hands.

"What was that?" Seamus put his hand to his ear and leaned over the table, grinning widely.

Harry sighed, cleared his throat, and spoke up, "I didn't. I placed third."

The table erupted in gasps of shock and shrieks of laughter. Harry rolled his eyes and thumped his head down on the table in shame.

Hermione fell against Ron in a fit of giggles, almost sending him off his chair. Her head landed in his lap, where she continued giggling into his crotch and Ron leaned back, unsure if he wanted to help her up or enjoy the moment.

Wolf whistles from the Dean/Seamus/George side of the table had him sticking two fingers up at them and pulling her back up into her chair, where she promptly tipped the other way and snorted with laughter against Harry's shoulder.

"How could you lose? YOU'RE THE REAL HARRY POTTER!" thundered George.

Harry sat up and threw up his hands. "That trivia game was ridiculous! They asked stupid things like what's Harry Potter's favorite dessert?"

"Treacle tart," the table answered as one.

Harry blinked, then shrugged. "Yeah, alright, but everyone knows that. Then it was all what's his favorite color? how does he eat his eggs? who was his first kiss? boxers or briefs? coffee or tea? On and on! And when I answered them, half the time they told me I was wrong. ME!"

"And you were beaten by two fake Harry Potters?" Ginny asked, reaching over for Pansy's discarded martini olives and popped them in her mouth.

"First place went to a fellow that thinks Harry wears briefs, likes coffee and poached eggs and that I was his first kiss!" Hermione paused and shared a grimace with Harry at the thought. "Must have committed every awful Rita Skeeter article to memory."

"And second?" Blaise prompted, his voice as deep and smooth as the red wine in his glass.

"Oh he was just the cutest thing!" Hermione cooed. "Little robe and teeny tiny Gryffindor tie, curly black hair and these plastic frames perched on his nose that kept going crooked. Waving his little wand at everything shouting Sparmoose! Sparmoose! How old was he again, Harry?" She pinched at his shirt and tugged.

Harry hung his head, "Two."

If it was possible to die of laughter, several of those gathered were well on their way. George was already on the floor rolling around like a madman. Dean and Seamus clung to each other to keep from falling out of their seats. Ginny and Pansy were slumped over the table, cry-laughing into their elbows.

Harry looked up at Draco, at his pursed mouth and twinkling silver eyes and shook a finger at him, "Don't you dare!"

Draco caught that finger, brought it to his mouth and nipped at the end. Harry stared at that mouth, suddenly feeling much better. He stood and pulled Draco up with him, then turned to address the table.

"You are all horrible people and I love you all. Except you." He bent down and pressed a kiss to Hermione's head. Hermione kissed her fingers at him in return and snuggled back against Ron, pulling his arms around her.

Ron winked at Harry over her curls. "'First to leave!'" he quoted, as per custom.

"'Last round on me!' Harry finished with a wink and pulled Draco out the door as his friends cheered behind him.

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[amnesiacblues]

fic excerpt

folks i’m writing a harry/ron muggle au as a result of the Visions and even though i know i’ll never finish it i feel like i need to share an excerpt bc i had so much fun with this. apparently i need to do more textfics. enjoy.

da boyz 😤😤

Wed, Sep 27 at 8:16pm

r: guess what

r: guess hwat

r: guess whay

s: holy fuck what

r: …

s: r u srsly doing a dramatic pause

r: …

s: ur the worst

d: whats going on why r u bullying ron

r: *drumroll*

s: what if I killed u

d: lets not do that

r: fuck you now i’m not telling

d: no wait I wanna know

d: ignore him

r: apologize

s: 💁‍♂️🪨💨🤯🩸

s: that’s me killing u

d: seamus calm tf down 💀💀

s: yes exactly 💀 he’ll be dead

n: stop being mean

n: I would love to know what happened

r: fuck you guys i’m telling neville

d: noooooo

d: pls im not involved in this

s: 😏 its just u and me…

d: no 😠 apologize

s: ugh fuck u

d: do it

d: do it or im taking my hoodie back

n: oh my god!

n: guys its such good news!

d: ^^^

s: ugggghhhhhhhhfine

s: imsorryroncomebackandtellusorimsuinguforbreakingupmymarriage

d: we arent even married 😳

s: we will be

d: why does that sound like a threat

r: oh my god i’m back stop bickering

d: 😀👂

d: im listening

s: jesus christ

d: thin ice seamus

s: 😒

n: be nice

r: ok ok after school harry and I took the bus uptown and we sat next to each other the whooole time it was great and we went to the skate park by the center and I showed him how to skate and he held onto my shoulder so he wouldn’t fall 😁😁😁 it was so nice and then we sat and I showed him a bunch if music and our shoulders were touchinggg I was so nervous but it was really good

n: see!! that’s so nice 👍

s: SIMP

r: yes! unashamedly!

r: I’m so whipped it’s not even funny

[nomiwrites]

Portrait of Frederic Brewer

Henry Scott Tuke

1910

[slaymybreathaway]

WASTELAND BABY! (Chapter Two)

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Word Count: 3k

Contents: cursing, mentions of catcalling and misogyny, some sibling slagging, intense pining and FLUFFF

September 1994 ○ The Great Hall

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As the last 1st year student to be sorted made his way over to the Ravenclaw table, Dumbledore stood up out of his seat to the podium. "Now that everyone is settled... I have an announcement to make,"

Over on the gryffindoor table, y/n slept with her head resting on her crossed arms. After being up since 7am and not being able to sleep all last night, she couldn't keep her eyes open. Neville, who was sitting beside her, gently tried to shake her awake.

"Here, Longbottom that's no use. If death eaters bombed the school, she'd sleep through it," Seamus laughed from across the table, from where he was sitting between Dean and Ron. He took a couple of Fun Snaps out of his robe pocket and threw them down on the table, exploding beside his sister's ear.

Y/n woke up in shock, her heart racing at the loud noise that disrupted her sleep. As she took in her surroundings and noticed that half the table had turned their heads at the sound of the loud noise, her face turned a deep shade of red.

She gave her brother a hard kick to the shin under the table, which turned his raucous laughter into a shout of pain.

Y/n smirked at this as she turned to listen to the headmaster.

"This castle will not only be your home this year, but home to some very special guests as well," Dumbledore spoke to all of the students. "You see, this year Hogwarts has been chosen to host the Triwizard Tournament"

Excited chatter spread across the whole room as Dumbledore explained the event. Every triwizard champion in history became rich and famous afrer winning the tournament, and every student wondered if it would be them this time round.

"What'd you think the chances of me winning are?" Ron asked, to no one in particular. While the whole group resisted the urge to laugh, Y/n took it upon herself to answer him.

"About as the same probability of me getting picked as quiddich captain," she shrugged. It was no secret that her athletic skills were very limited. The only time you'd ever catch Y/n Finnegan running was if Voldemort himself was chasing her.

No one heard her joke, however, because as she spoke the doors of the great hall swung open to reveal about a hundred girls dressed in baby blue school uniforms. They moved, in a way that could only be compared to floating, down the middle of the great hall, gracefully greeting the crowd every few paces.

Every single one of the girls was breath-takingly beautiful, the kind of looks that would make you insecure. This observation clearly wasn't missed by all of the boys in the room, who were entranced by the scene infront of them. Sounds of over-the-top clapping and obnoxious whistling filled the air as the boys showed their appreciation to their schools' new guests. Even Neville had stood up to get a better look what was going on, the palms of his hands turning red from all of the clapping.

Y/n, Hermione and Ginny shared a look of uncomfortable disgust. It seemed all of the girls seated at the house tables were feeling the same thing, as they clapped quietly from where they sat, unable to meet the eyes of their male peers once they sat down.

After greeting Madam Maxine, the headmistress of Beauxbatons, Dumbledore returned to his place behind the gold podium at the front of the hall. "And now... our friends from the North. Please greet the proud sons of Durmstrang and their headmaster, Igor Karakoff,"

The doors of the great hall swung open once more to reveal a crowd of boys dressed in a brown uniforms, their hair tightly cropped to their scalp. They marched down the centre of the great hall, doing tricks with the wooden staffs they held in their hands.

Y/n elbowed Hermione in the side and shot her a smile as she recognised the face of the final Durmstrang student to walk in, Victor Krum. At the Quiddich World Cup, the girls realised that they both found him quite attractive.

"Look y/n, it's your fella," Seamus smirked over the shoulder at his sister, knowing what her opinions were about the Bulgarian seeker. The only reply that he recieved was his sister's two fingers in the air, telling him to fuck off.

Neville turned to face her, eyebrows raised. "Your fella?" He shot her a joking smile.

"Don't mind him, I don't know what he's on about," Y/n replied, before shooting Seamus a dirty look. She really didn't want the whole of Hogwarts to know about her celebrity crush.

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Y/n lay in bed, staring at the leather-strapped watch that adorned her wrist. All of the other girls in her dorm had fallen asleep hours before and now it was just her that remained awake. She watched the thin, second hand tick slowly forth until it met both of the other hands at 12. Midnight.

Slowly, the girl pulled back her duvet and sat up, trying her best not to wake Lynott who was curled up asleep on the end of her bed. She laced up her black Doc Martens over her fluffy socks, and pulled a dark green hoodie, embroidered with the crest of her local quiddich team, Kenmare Krestals.

Y/n crept out of her dorm room, making sure not step on the creaky floorboards that she had memorised the location of sometime between then and first year. Just as she was about to head down the stairs the common room, she stopped herself and turned around, walking down the corridor to the section with the 3rd year girls' dorms.

She opened one of the doors just enough for her to enter, the light from her wand illuminating the floor as she quietly snuck over to the bed that her best friend peacefully slept in.

Ginny's red hair was splayed across the pillow, limbs tangled in the red and gold duvet. Her mouth hung slightly open, releasing light snores that circled the, otherwise silent, room.

Y/n smiled to herself, she knew that Ginny would be the one to fall asleep. She shook the girl lightly to try and wake her "Gin?" "Ginny wake up, it's midnight,"

The red-headed girl stirred and slowly opened her eyes, jumping in fright when she saw y/n standing over her in the darkness, looking a bit like the grim reaper. "What're you doing here?"

"You fall asleep every year," she chuckled lowly before throwing Ginny the knitted jumper that was laying ontop of her trunk. "It's midnight, c'mon,"

At those words Ginny quickly got out of bed in a rush. "Shit already? I swear it was just lights out?" she whispered.

Ginny quickly pulled on a pair of socks and runners, not bothering to tie the laces as she tucked them down the sides. She then tugged the jumper over her head and rolled up the sleeves to make it fit. It was one of George's old Christmas jumpers, but she got away with wearing it since they had the same first inital.

"Let's go, they're probably waiting for us," y/n spoke. They followed the light from their wands as they made their way out of the dormitories, trying to be as quiet as possible to not wake McGonagall, who's quarters were located at the end of the hallway.

As the girls reached the common room they spotted Neville, sitting on one of the couches as he waited for them. He lay back comfortably, his eyes closed as he listened to the music playing from the earphones connected to his walkman.

Y/n smiled, a plan hatching in her head. She knew that Neville wouldn't be able to hear them if they were quiet. She turned to Ginny and put a finger to her lips, letting her know what she was about to do.

She then snuck up behind the sofa where the boy was sitting and hopped over the back, landing beside him. "Boo" she laughed, watching his scared expression slowly turn to a relieved smile.

Neville saw someone appear to the right of him and his heart dropped, thinking someone had caught him out of bed past lights-out. When he saw it was just y/n, he couldn't help but grin at her playfullness and his heart skipped a beat once more. "Hi, I was waiting on you," he replied shyly.

Y/n flung her legs over his lap, and crossed her arms behind her head. "Yeah I know, but I had to wake up this lazy bitch," she nodded towards Ginny with a playful smile.

"Shut up, I'm awake now aren't I?" She responded, from where she was leaning against the back of the sofa, with an over-exaggerated eye roll.

Neville filled with intense embarrasment once he realised that Ginny had been there all along. He was greatly thankful for the dim firelight that disugiused how deeply he blushed when y/n sat next to him. If he wanted this crush to remain a secret, he would have to get better at hiding it.

"We should go. Luna's probably up at the tower already," Ginny pointed out. Y/n agreed and sat up, taking her legs off of Neville's lap.

The trio left the Gryffindor common room and manoeuvred their way to the other side of the castle, checking around every corner to make sure there was np sight of Filch and Mrs. Norris. Eventually, they found themselves climbing the spiral staircase which led to the astronomy tower.

Ginny was right, Luna was already at the top when they got there, looking up at the night sky. Four mugs of tea rested on the safety railing beside her, steam visible in the cold Autumn air. Without turning around, she greeted them all "Hi guys,"

The past few years, the four of them created the tradition of coming up to the astronomy tower at midnight whenever they came back from a school break. It started when Luna had read that there was going to be a meteor shower that night, so the other three went up to watch it with her. Last year, the house elves had realised what they were doing and started to leave tea up there for them.

They all stood beside their blonde haired friend and followed her gaze up to look at the bright cresent moon, surrounding by thousands of stars dotted across the sky. It always seemed that the stars shined brighter while they were at Hogwarts, which probably had something to do with all the magic around the school's grounds.

The group drank their tea and stared up into the sky in a comfortable silence. None of them ever seemed to feel the need to fill quiet moments with small talk, they were more than happy to just enjoy each others presence.

Luna was the first to speak. "We aren't the only one's doing this, you know"

"Hmm? What do you mean?" Neville asked, turning to face the blonde-haired girl. The space between his eyebrows creased in confusion.

"Doing this, looking at the stars." She replied, a smile making it's way onto her face. "I bet that there are other people doing exactly the same thing as we are,"

Y/n considered it for a moment, she had never taken the time to think about how every person saw the same sky at night, counted the same stars. It was comforting to her, in a weird extistential way.

"Yeah, but we are way cooler than those other people," Ginny joked. The others let out silent laughs, which were visible in the frosty air.

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The group were sat down on the edge of the astronomy tower, their legs dangling off the side. The only thing stopping them from falling off was a metal bar. A cold breeze blew past them, making Ginny shiver and pull her arms around her chest. "Guys, I think I might head back to bed. It's freezing out here,"

Luna nodded in agreement. "I'll come with you, Ginny. I need to return these to the kitchen and thank the house elves," she collected the empty tea mugs into her arms. "Are you two coming aswell?"

Y/n shook her head and put up her hood, to shield her neck from the chilling air of the Scottish highlands. "I think I might stay for a while. I'm not quite ready for bed yet,"

Immediately after she finished her scentance, Neville started to speak. "Y-yeah, me too. I think I'll stay here with y/n" he crossed his arms and nodded, as if it was the best idea in the world.

"Okay" Luna smiled. She hugged both of her friends and walked over to the stairs, her footsteps not even making a sound on the stone floor.

Ginny lingered for a minute longer. She shot Neville a look, in silent question of his odd behaviour, before saying goodbye and disappearing down the spiral staircase with Luna.

Once they had watched their friends fully leave, the pair turned back to look at the view infront of them. From the height that they sat at, they could see everything: the forbidden forest, the black lake, the mountains and even the lights of Hogsmede village in the distance.

"Thanks," y/n spoke. The word cut through the silence, so crisp that they  could almost see it written out in the air infront of them.

"For what?" Neville asked. As far as he remembered, he didn't do anything to deserve a thanking.

"For staying out here with me" she shrugged, turning to look at boy best friend. His overgrown hair moved with the breeze, but it didn't do anything to hide the smile that grew on his face.

Neville turned to face the girl he had been infatuated with for the last month. Before he returned to school he had hoped his feelings were just on account of Summer lonliness, but they haven't gone away, quite the opposite acctually...

"Anytime"

And he didn't mind it one bit.

The pair of them stared at eachother, studying the changes that had occured in the face of the other over the summer.  Y/n noticed that Neville had lost a lot of that child-like roundness to his face, his features slowly sculpting into structure. Neville noticed that y/n had gained a couple of new freckles along her forehead and nose, representing her days spent on the beaches back home in Kerry.

As if they were in sync, both of them looked up at the same time making unexpected eye contact. They were unable to look away, like a deer in headlights knowing it will be killed by a massive lorry if it doesn't move off of the motorway.

Y/n broke first, clearing her throat as she looked down. She could feel her face heating up and hoped she could excuse it on the cold. As her eyes scanned back up, the headphones resting around Neville's neck caught her attention.

"Um- whatchu listening to?" She asked, desperate to change the topic of conversation.

"Here," Neville took the headphones from around his neck, placing them over y/n's ears before pressing play on the walkman clipped to the waistband of his blue striped pyjama bottoms. He watched as her face grew into a massive grin when she recognised the song playing.

"Is this this the mixtape I made you?!" She asked, hearing the last verse of The Waterboys' 'The Whole Of The Moon' through the little orange foam ear pieces.

Neville nodded, "I've been listening to it ever since you gave it to me... it's the only tape I have," he shrugged sheepishly, still flustered from the previous encounter.

Y/n thought for a moment before standing up, dragging Neville onto his feet also. She rewinded the tape back to the start of the song and unplugged the headphones, letting the song's opening drums and keyboard riff flood the top of the Astronomy Tower.

Noticing the look of confusion on the boy infront of her's face, Y/n took both of his hands in hers and started moving them forwards and backwards as she she swayed her hips to the rhythm. She couldn't help but sing as the lyrics began:

I pictured a rainbow

You held it in your hands

I had flashes

But you saw the plans

Neville smiled, she geniunely had such a pretty voice. Once he got into the song he began to sway to the beat.

I wandered out of the world for years

But you just stayed in your room

Neville twirled y/n around and heard and her joyus laughter filled his head. As the next line of the song came in, he joined in with her,

I saw the cresent

You saw the whole of the moon

He had to admit, he wasn't much of a singer but it was hard not to sing along in that moment... which was cut short by a loud shout coming from the outside of the tower.

"WHO'S UP THERE! WHICH ONE OF YOU LITTLE BUGGERS IS OUT OF BED!" The scraggly voice that could only belong to Filch shouted up the tower.

"Fuck!"

NEXT CHAPTER

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[di-daynamic]

“Hey, Hannah,” Seamus said, sitting at one of the hooded tables the Leaky Cauldron kept specifically for famous people. As fiancé to one of the most famous magical artists and clockmakers and a member of Dumbledore’s Army, Seamus made the cut. “The owner herself? I’m flattered.”

Hannah grinned. “If it isn’t the charming rogue himself. How’s the shop? How’s Dean?”

After a brief stint as an Auror and then a Quidditch referee, Seamus had settled into an easy partnership with George Weasley, who claimed his fireworks had improved by leaps and bounds ever since the ‘pyromaniac’ had joined. He thought this job might last.

“Well enough,” he said. “Dean’s driving himself crazy over the exhibition next week.”

His friend laughed lightly. “Sounds like him. Harry mentioned that he was taking Ginny to see it, so I’d expect the usual adoring crowds.”

Seamus swore under his breath. “Great, like he wasn’t anxious enough before.”

“Hmm. Why aren’t you at home comforting your new fiancé then?” She asked, sliding a glass from her plate over to him. “Firewhiskey. On the rocks.”

Seamus toasted her. “Cheers, Hannah.” He gulped it down.

“Don’t tell me you and Dean fought.”

“Nah. Just. . .” He tapped his finger against the table, trying to find the words. “You know how when the big stuff happens in life you wonder about other people. Especially. . .”

He didn’t need to say anything more. Hannah’s mother had died their sixth year. Her expression darkened for a moment, before it went back to the sweet, pleasant one they all knew. “I do. Who is it for you, then?”

“Me mam.” He mumbled. He let out a sigh. “I don’t think I’ve ever told you this, but me da’s a muggle.” Hannah looked puzzled. “And my mam didn’t tell him about magic until they were married.”

Her face softened. “Oh, Seamus. . .”

He grew agitated, tapping at his knee. “I just … I don’t get it. I love Dean so much. I could never keep something like that from him, not to mention just how bloody unfair it was to da. So getting engaged just. . .” He shrugged.

“Brought those feelings to the surface,” she said understandingly. “Seamus, the laws at the time—”

He snorted. “Mam doesn’t give a damn about laws. She does what she wants. Besides, there were enough loopholes in the Family and Marriage Clause even before Hermione went to work.”

Hannah was quiet for a moment. “I think,” she responded finally. “That wondering about it will just make it harder. She isn’t here for you to question, Seamus. We don’t know the circumstances.”

“I don’t want to know the circumstances,” he muttered angrily.

Hannah reached out to grasp his wrist gently. “Then feel happy you feel like that. It means you love Dean, and it means we’re growing to be our own individual people away from our parents. Better people, in some cases.”

Seamus wondered if he was one of those cases, and his stomach rolled. He remembered his mam instantly condemning a fifteen-year-old child based on biased papers. Those circumstances at least, he got. She’d never met Harry, and she trusted the establishment, the way Seamus, like all the war veterans, could never fully do. She’d been scared, the way they all had been.

He thought of Teddy Lupin, whom he’d seen at the last DA reunion, all of twelve years, and thought back to what they’d been through at his age. The terror of the Chamber of Secrets. He wondered still what the adults around them had been thinking during that fiasco.

But. . .

“Don’t torture yourself,” Hannah said softly. “It’s no use. We live our lives. We let ourselves be happy. We let ourselves be kind and judge our predecessors all at once. We let ourselves love them despite their flaws. That’s all we can do.”

Mam was dead. Ruminating on this was no use.

And despite it all, he loved her.

“Yeah,” he said, smile returning. “Yeah, you’re right, Hannah. Put the firewhiskey on my tab. I have an anxious fiancé to calm down.”

[aeoneskova]

The Funny Tricks of Time, Chapter Two

Next chapter of the Honey Honey epilogue prequel sequel companion fic is up! :)

Because I didn’t want to wait any longer to post this chapter, I’ve cut it in half so this is only Dean’s POV of his first couple months at Hogwarts (featuring a lot of Harry tho)

Harry’s PoV of his time at Hogwarts will be posted as soon as I can! Thank you all for your kind words and patience and I hope you enjoy <33

[whinlatter]

Are we getting Deamus in your Dean fic? Or is it mostly about Dean/Ginny? Do you think Dean had feelings for Seamus when he was with Ginny? Or did Seamus get annoyed that Dean was always talking about Ginny?

the dean project (an eternal work in slow progress i will finish if it kills me) has deamus too never fear! it covers dean’s life from birth to age eighteen, so it doesn’t have a romantic endgame, but does explore young dean’s sexuality, so ginny and seamus both make appearances. and yes 100% seamus was fuming throughout that whole relationship. watching ginny on the quidditch pitch knowing she had his chaser spot AND his man? finnigan was frothing at the mouth, absolutely