A/N: It's been a long time since I've attempted any sort of FanFiction, a few years at least- I've been trying to gain inspiration for stories in another fandom by re-reading my favorite book series, all of our favorite, Harry Potter, and not only did inspiration come knocking in an unexpected place, but my heart has officially been bitten by the Deamus bug. So, enjoy-!
Title: "Obliviate"
Rating: T (Pending)
Pairing: Deamus
Warning(s): Underage drinking, Slash, Sexual implication/themes
Time-Frame: Yule Ball 'til Seventh Year
Word Count: 2,784
The Weasley twins were known (notorious) for many things, but for most admirably, their quick wit and incredible business sense. Of course, the means of which they used this incredible business sense was a source of great distress among the staff of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, but despite their many run-ins with Professor McGonagall's punishments, the supply and demand never ceased.
What Filch and the staff were concerned about were the popular line of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes products, but they were none-the-wiser of the other things the twins had up their sleeves, and naturally, these other things earned them almost as much gold as the Wheezes did. With the Yule Ball approaching, the twins were raking in more and more galleons exponentially with each passing day, and on the day of the event, after a discreet sale to Seamus Finnigan, they left him with their shared profits bag nine galleons heavier.
Despite losing a chunk of his allowance, Seamus didn't mind at all, and he smiled to himself as his fingers grazed over the cork of the large bottle of Blishen's Firewhisky, the finest brew in Scotland, exclusive to wizards, of course. Seamus tucked the large bottle into his robes; luckily, it wasn't too noticeable, as the robes were too large for his tiny frame already, leaving plenty of room.
Seamus climbed eagerly up the spiral staircase leading to the dormitories, and managed to hide the bottle in his bedside cupboard, where nobody would expect to find it. What he didn't expect, however, was the room to suddenly flood with three other boys at once; the Irish wizard quickly whisked around and relaxed immediately when he found it was only Harry, Ron and Neville.
"…and have you seen the size of their money bag?"
"No, I haven't-"
"It's ENORMOUS- s'got to be more than what their jokes are worth…"
"D'you really think they're only selling pranks?"
Harry was discarding his robes and undoing the scarlet-and-gold tie, obviously impatient with Ron, who was incredulously prattling on about what Seamus assumed to be the twins' money supply. The shortest of them grinned to himself, catching Harry's implication and knowing full well that they must have ran into the twins after his own purchase…
Ron shrugged, not pressing further, and Neville began shining his dancing shoes, the latter obviously nervous as all hell, and for good reason; he had managed to snatch Ginny Weasley as his date. The thought only reminded Seamus of his own date… He had grudgingly accepted Lavender Brown's invitation to the Yule Ball. Of course, he was polite about it and acted the part well enough, but there was a certain someone he would have much rather spend a romantic evening with; this someone, however, had invited Loony Lovegood, a Ravenclaw third year that Seamus had no further knowledge of, aside from the fact that she was a friend of Neville and Ginny's that liked to wear radishes as earrings.
He wasn't surprised; after all, Dean was known to be a kind soul, and Merlin knows no one else would have invited her along for fear of looking insane.
Yes, Seamus Finnigan was madly smitten for his very male best friend, Dean Thomas, who was taking a lunatic while he himself was stuck with an even bigger lunatic.
Oh yeah, thought Seamus, that's why I bought the Firewhisky.
It was a lie even to himself. He would have bought it regardless…
Five hours (and five gulps of Firewhisky) later, Seamus had smartened himself up, adorned in a nice black waistcoat and bowtie beneath his bottle green dress robes. In the pocket of his waistcoat was a flask he had enchanted with an Undetectable Extension Charm; despite his less-than-astounding grades, he had quite a knack for Charms of which he often boasted to his best friend, who succeeded him in nearly every other subject (to which Dean typically responded with a roll of his eyes and a mock of the shorter boy's Irish brogue, "They're after me lucky charms!")
Seamus waited unassumingly by the entrance to the Great Hall for his date, and it wasn't long before he was tugged inside by Lavender, who was dressed in a sickly frilly pink dress. Her hair looked as though she had been working it to perfection all day and the cosmetics on her fair-skinned face looked as though one kiss to the cheek would have him coughing up powder.
Not that he'd dare kiss her…
A few more sips of Firewhisky later, the two were dancing frivolously along with everyone else, and as his vision grew hazier, Seamus was beginning to enjoy himself. The music, provided by the Weird Sisters, one of his favorite wizarding rock bands, was energetic enough to light the fire in his belly. Nope, that'd be the Firewhisky…
And a few more sips later, Seamus' actions were as bold as a lion's, and his eyes lower than a house elf's bow. Dancing was beginning to get boring, and it was very uncomfortable, he noticed; Lavender was hard to lead because she was nearly five inches taller than his own measly five feet, and had a much more coordinated step than his two left feet. It was hard to believe, he also thought, that she hadn't noticed his sips from the flask all evening; the thought jinxed him at the first slow song, though.
His eyes scanned, unfocused, across the dance floor, which was less crowded than it was an hour ago; he saw Parvati and Padma Patil dancing with two Hufflepuff sixth years (Didn't they come with… Shit, what're their names…), Loony Lovegood teaching Neville a very odd sort of turning dance, and when he noticed they weren't supposed to be there together, his bloodshot eyes widened and he scanned the room distractedly for Ginny and-
Ginny and Dean!
Seamus furrowed his sandy brown eyebrows and got a mean look in his eyes, and it didn't take long for Lavender to look down and see it firsthand, "Seamus, what's gotten into you? You keep trodding over my toes!"
"Sorry," he slurred much more slowly than he meant to, "I-… I got distr- distructed- no-"
"Are you drunk?" demanded Lavender heatedly.
Seamus grinned apologetically, "Guilty as charged!"
Wrong move. Lavender threw his arms to his sides and marched past him, muttering something about "no respect…!"
If anything, Seamus would thank his drunken mistake because it allowed him to make a beeline for Ginny and Dean, who had swapped partners with Neville and Luna for a song or two, not that the Irishman had figured that for himself. He stopped in his tracks about fifteen feet away from them, tripping over his foot and catching himself sloppily on a chair at an empty table. His head suddenly pounded and he contemplated what he should do… He couldn't go and yell at Dean and Ginny, it wasn't like Dean was his boyfriend!
He smiled to himself at the thought, suddenly filled with lovely (tipsy) thoughts of his tall, dark and handsome best friend, bringing the flask to his lips for the nth time, or at least, what he thought was his lips; it was actually his chin, and the amber liquid spilled onto his robes. Shit…
"Shay?"
Dean!
"Oh- erm- hey! D-Didn't think I'd see you… here…"
"But, Shay, it's a mandatory dance."
"Here, y-… you want some?"
Seamus thrusted his open flask into the slender fingers of his mate and stood up clumsily to discard his now stained robes, which he placed onto an empty chair and didn't look at again for the rest of the night. He started fussing with his shirt, uncomfortably tucked in, and far too neatly for his taste. He had only gotten one side of the shirt untucked when he heard a cough from beside him.
"Where the bloody hell did you get this?"
Seamus started and turned around, forgetting the shirt entirely and grinning at his friend, who was looking into the flask, undoubtedly trying to see how far it went down. Silly Dean, that's why it's called undelectable… No, wait, undetectable! I'm sure you'd be delectable though…! The short one shook his head and blushed a little at his corny, stupid drunk thoughts. He waved a limp wrist in Dean's direction, urging him to just drink more, which he did.
Not long after, the flask was only a third of the way full and even intoxicated, Seamus knew it was an ungodly amount of Firewhisky for himself, but Dean still seemed at least intelligible. He, on the other hand, was utterly smashed. Dean had confiscated the rest of the flask when Seamus dared to try and drink more, scolding his friend in an almost paternal sense,
"You shouldn't have wasted your galleons on this, it's a wonder McGonagall hasn't seen you yet."
"S-See? There's like, a million people in here!"
"I can smell the stuff on your breath-"
"D'yeh want a taste?" asked the Irish boy with a waggle of his eyebrows.
Dean's dark complexion was enough to hide the blush he had formed, and he looked behind him to see if any of their friends remained in the Great Hall; if they were, they were lost among the throngs of fans on the dance floor. The Weird Sisters had resorted to slow, romantic songs. Dean turned back to Seamus, who had his chin rested in his palms, supported by his elbows on the table, looking dreamily at his best friend… Firewhisky fills the drinker with a burning heat and equally fiery courage… Dean smiled affectionately at his wreck of a best mate and snickered, "You're unbelievable."
"You're sexy!"
"We should head up to Gryffindor tower…"
"Nooo!" whined the Irishman childishly, using both of his little hands to grip Dean's forearm, "Dance w-with me!"
"Dance with you?" Dean asked incredulously, blushing again. Seamus grinned and nodded like a little boy receiving his first toy broomstick. Dean chuckled and grinned back, "Fine, but I'm leading-"
Seamus was giddy with excitement and with no fear to speak of as he stood up, almost falling over from a rush of blood to the head, but recovering within seconds. He gripped the taller wizard's hand and ran onto the dance floor, tugging Dean with him ("Whoa, slow down!"), as the lead singer from the Weird Sisters announced the next song, "Magic Works," much to the students' great cheer. Seamus grinned up at Dean, "This is the only s-song me M'am likes by… by them."
"Why's that?"
Seamus just kept grinning and wrapped his arms around Dean's neck, a feat he had only dreamt about since the third year… Of course, he planned on doing it sober, but how long would that have taken? Dean smiled warmly and wrapped his strong arms around the shorter boys waist. In that moment, if Seamus could have formed a coherent thought, he would have noted how much better this was, not having to stand on his tip-toes to try and lead an overzealous dame around the dance floor. He also would have noted how perfectly his head fit under Dean's chin, or how-
The song's starting!
Dean got his answer when the cellist of the band began to play the opening melody of what promised to be a slow, loving ballad. If Seamus were any more sober, his palms would have been sweating, and his speech stuttered (more than it was), and his eyes would have looked anywhere but dead into the eyes of the one he loved so dearly… Yet, the Firewhisky had it's stunning effects and there he was, still stumbling and ungraceful, but without fear, and without hesitation. He mouthed the lyrics up at Dean, who just couldn't stop grinning,
"And dance your final dance,
This is your final chance,
To hold the one you love,
You know you've waited long enough!"
The silly little wizard had no idea how much the lyrics spoke to his taller counterpart, who led them together in the midst of the floor, unbothered by the several couples surrounding them. Seamus just closed his eyes and leaned his head against Dean's chest, savoring the moment of their first dance together, and wondering how many "firsts" he could manage from the artist… Should I? He did.
As the song ended, Dean began to move his hands from their position, precariously above the boy's rear, but was halted when Seamus jumped to the tips of his toes and all but grabbed Dean by the sides of his face, forcing him to lean down when he crashed their lips together. He held Dean there for a few moments, like a bird in the hands that he wouldn't let fly away, and only when Dean reinforced his grip on the small of Seamus' back did he return his own hands to their passive position around his neck.
The kiss was as fiery as the liquor that flavored it, fueled with the passion only a Gryffindor could muster, and the liquid courage only pushed Seamus to try his luck. It was only moments until he nipped the dark boy's bottom lip and requested entrance with his tongue, gingerly exploring the other's sweet-tasting mouth when he was allowed in. It seemed to last ages, and only ended when Dean pulled away, panting and darting his eyes around to see if anyone saw.
But Seamus didn't care. He stayed perched on his toes and peppered Dean's jaw line with fluttering kisses that left stories on the other's skin, stories of the unrequited feelings of a fourteen-year-old boy who had waited long enough. Dean looked down at Seamus, who was beginning to remind him of an affectionate (and horny) puppy-dog. He calculated his drunk best friend, the way his hair had managed to stick on end in the humidity of the hall, the way his hazel eyes just begged for his love and attention, the way he was so fucking short that he had been perched on the tips of his toes for nearly two minutes now…
He was adorable.
But he was also drunk… Who's to say he wouldn't be embarrassed of his actions the day after?
Dean sighed and decided to enjoy the night as it was, and leaned down to devour another kiss from the feisty little man. This time, it was sloppy and chaotic (just like Seamus) and with no holding back. Nobody was watching them, too wrapped up in their own dates to notice a couple of fourth-year boys, and would they be ever-grateful for that. Seamus' wandering hands raked Dean's chest and made a mess of his shirt collar while he bit the other's lip. At that, Dean thrust his own intrusive tongue into the boy's mouth and managed a firm squeeze on the Irishman's rump, earning a squeak of surprise from him.
They pulled apart again and Seamus looked up at the other with an expression of pure, relentless lust. A sinful grin took over any speck of innocence left in the Irishman's boyish face, and he tugged Dean out of the Great Hall, the Weird Sisters' most popular song now echoing through the castle…
"Stamp your feet like a leprechaun,
Gettin' it on, gettin' it on,
Can you dance like a hippogriff?
Ma ma ma, ma ma ma, ma ma ma!"
Dean laughed to himself as the music faded away and they neared Gryffindor tower. I definitely know a leprechaun who's about to get it on, get it on…
oOooOoooOoooOooOo
What the bloody hell happened last night?
Seamus woke with a start in a bed that wasn't his own, entangled in the limbs of his best friend. He wore no clothes, he could tell, and was very glad that the hangings were drawn. He remembered casting a silencing charm before the night's…events… In fact, he remembered fragments of the night, but not enough. He began to panic.
What if Dean was drunk too?
What if he never meant any of what happened?
What if he thinks I tricked him into- What if-
He poked his head out to find that they were alone in the room. Seamus quietly scrambled out of the bed and found his clothes scattered messily around his bed. Dean's clothes were somehow tossed neatly at his bedside. As he stood and changed into a pair of pajamas, his head ached something fierce, and his mind raced. If Dean was as drunk as he was, there was no way he could tell him what happened last night… He'd be done for!
So, he did the only thing he could think of.
While Dean was still sleeping peacefully, Seamus pulled out his wand with a trembling hand and pointed it at him,
"Obliviate."
A/N: The next chapters will take place at the start of Fifth Year, this was only the prologue that winds up the story. I hope you guys liked it, I put in quite a bit of research while writing this to get spells, references, etc. Please Review, I'd definitely appreciate it. Cheers-!