AUTHOR: .

DATE: 5/10/09

DISCLAIMER: None of this is mine! Really, I own nothing. Probably not even the plot. (Distant sobbing in the background)

SUMMARY: Seamus decides he wants his lover to meet the family. God help them all... Slash. Fifth year kinda happened, but Sirius didn't die. No HPB or DH. Voldie's defeat explained later.

WARNINGS: Slash (A relationship between 2+ males); Might be some minor Dumbledore bashing, but not heavily; Cursing in some parts...

EDITED: This story was edited on June 26, 2009. It was Beta'd by Evangeline Queen. All revisions are thanks to her points.

Meeting the Family

Chapter One:

Seamus was sitting in the driver's seat, trying to focus through the thick, white fog that obscured the road. Harry, sitting in the seat next to him, was just hoping they didn't run head first into another car. He was sporadically clutching the arm rest and then cringing every time they passed another driver. Seamus noticed the dark haired youth's actions and pulled the hand off the arm rest.

"Relax, love. I'm used to this, it happens every year." A warm, lilting Irish accented voice soothed Harry's frayed nerves. "You're not just nervous about my driving, are you?" Seamus always seemed to know when something was bothering Harry, whether he attempted to hide it well or not.

"I'm fine, really." Seamus snuck a quick look at his lover's face; it told him all he needed to know. Making sure his lights were on the brightest setting, he pulled over to the shoulder of the road. Unbuckling both himself and Harry, he turned to the side and pulled the slightly smaller man against him. They both couldn't help but thank God that they had went for a truck with bucket seats. Harry's back to his chest they just sat there for a few minutes. The sandy haired male broke the silence.

"You really shouldn't worry about meeting them. They'll love you, all of them." He wrapped his arms around Harry's slim waist and hugged him tight against his body, laying his head on the other man's shoulder. Seamus could feel the toned frame beneath his hands shiver because of his breath on the side of his neck. Harry turned his head and locked bright green to baby blues, still looking anxious.

"I don't think your mother will like me. We all know what she said fifth year. I don't want either of our Christmas' to be ruined..." His voice was so scared that Seamus couldn't help but smile softly.

"My mother will love you, and even if she doesn't, it won't change how I feel about you. Promise. Our holidays won't be ruined either. They'll go just fine." Harry let out a short, breathy laugh that caused Seamus to tighten his hold minutely. Seamus knew that if his mother didn't approve of his love, Harry would feel guilty. He didn't want that; never should Harry ever feel guilty because of their love. "Come now, love. Just relax." He kissed the side of Harry's neck and breathed in deeply, inhaling Harry's unique scent. Harry relaxed farther into Seamus, closing his eyes and just focusing on the warm body around his. He sunk into a deep sleep before he even realized.

Harry was watching Seamus, waiting for the right moment to approach the man. Seamus was sitting with Dean in some arm chairs in front of the fire, the both of them laughing at something Dean had said. The right moment came when Dean stood and went up the steps to the dorm room they all shared.

He took a deep breath and walked toward the other teen from his position reclining on the wall. As he reached him Seamus looked up and smiled.

"Hey Harry. You need anything from me?" The voice seemed happy and inquisitive, nothing like how it had been toward him last year. He could still remember that Irish lilt snarling at him. Accusing him of things that made him sick. He cleared his throat and gathered his courage around him.

"Um....I was wondering if I could ask you...something." That sounded pathetic, even to his own ears. Seamus just scrunched his nose up and tilted his head a little.

"What is it mate?"

"Well...you know how this weekend is a Hogsmeade weekend?" At Seamus' nod to continue Harry gulped and hurried on with the rest of his question. "Would you like to go? You know, with me?" By now he was blushing fiercely and looking at the carpet. He couldn't help but avoid looking at the blue gaze of the other teen. He was too scared to even look up and judge his immediate reaction. Blood pounded in Harry's ears as he waited for Seamus' response, so loud that Harry almost didn't even hear when the other teen spoke.

"Like as a date?" Seamus' whole body seemed to show surprise, from his wide eyes to his overly still body. Harry nodded mutely, not trusting his own voice not to crack if he attempted speech. Panicking internally, Harry braced himself for the hit he knew was coming. He was a fool for even trying to take their friendship to the next level. He was -

"Sure. Why not?" Harry was speechless for a moment, his internal rant severed before regaining his mobility and smiling widely at the grinning Irishman. Harry's heart was beating wildly, excited that Seamus hadn't hexed him till Tuesday and had actually accepted his offer.

"Okay. Well, I guess I'll talk to you later?" Harry stuttered. He was blushing again, but Seamus just grinned even wider as Harry beat a hasty retreat.

"Wake up O' Sleepy One." Harry heard a distant voice calling to him from his dreams, but he resisted. He was awake enough now to remember where he was and where he was going.

"'Mmmm...fiv' 'ore min'tes..." The sleepy grumble emerged from his chest as his hand waved away the light piercing through his eye lids.

"Come on, love. I've found us a nice B&B to stop at for a little mid-afternoon rest. I'm dead on my feet." The young man looked at his still half asleep lover and shook his head. There was no way he was getting Harry to awaken before he was ready. He slid Harry's head off of his thigh, where it had been resting after he had fallen asleep, and got out of the car. Making sure it was locked, he went ahead it the two story house to secure them a room.

"Good afternoon and welcome to Tullamore Bed and Breakfast. What can I do for you?" The curvy looking girl behind the counter had just given him the answer to his first question; where they were. They'd been driving for about 4 hours, from Donegal to here. That still left another 3 hours of driving to get to Cork. After a long apparition from London to Donegal, they were both tired. A rest wouldn't hurt anything.

"Yeah, I need a room." Seamus thought that would have been pretty obvious from him coming in here.

"Sure. Do you need a full size, king size, or two twins maybe?" The girl, whose hair was an unnatural shade of black, tinted with blue, wasn't even looking at him anymore. She was paying more attention to the register book in her hands.

"One with a full will do." And Seamus realized that that was going to be the highlight of their conversation. The girl, who had introduced herself as Macey, went on about restaurants in the town and such. Seamus didn't pay any attention; all he could think about was a nice, comfortable bed and a warm body to wrap his arms around for a few hours. "Thank you," he cut her off before she could start on about the local pubs, "if I could just have the key now?" She gave him the key with a sniff and went back to ignoring him.

When he walked back out to the truck he was greeted by the sight of Harry, his hair even messier than usual, sitting up in the front seat. He was looking around with a confused look that Seamus found a little cute on his face. He wrapped swiftly on the window, getting Harry's attention and making the black haired man jump about a mile out of his seat. He swung the door open and gave Seamus a glare before getting out.

"You about gave me a heart attack, thank you very much." Harry still sounded half asleep as he softly reprimanded Seamus. Any threat from that statement was lost as Harry stumbled sleepily and rubbed his verdant eyes under his glasses. He looked adorable when he did that, like a little kid.

"Come here." Shaking his head, Seamus pulled Harry closer and rested him arm around his shoulders and steered him toward the room they were assigned. The bed was covered in a floral comforter and looked extremely inviting and soft. "How about we take off our shoes and get real comfy together for a spell?" Seamus' invite was too much for Harry to ignore. He was always ready for a cuddle, not that he would openly admit it. He did have his pride after all.

They both got themselves situated under the thick blanket and were just about asleep. Seamus was on his right side, Harry on his left and curled into the Irishman's chest. All in all, they were extremely cozy.