A/N: Okay, I'm not a big slash person, but I just had to write this…so, enjoy!
Disclaimer: What I have here has nothing to do with how Dean and Seamus's lives really end up the way J.K. planned it, so J.K. would completely disagree with me on this, thus, I am not J.K.
It had been two years since Voldemort had finally been defeated and Seamus was sitting in his parents' house dwelling on the dreams he'd had when he was still at school. He didn't know what he should do. If he didn't get out of this house, he would never live his life.
His mother was still fretting over him and he couldn't go anywhere without her thinking he would drop dead of Voldemortitis. So when Dean had sent him that owl, he knew he couldn't refuse to see him; it had been too long. Now his mother couldn't bother him. Dean was coming to their own bloody backyard, they would be in no danger, but she was still convinced they would both die the minute they stepped out the kitchen door.
Now Seamus was meandering though the garden, waiting for Dean to arrive. It had been three months since they had seen each other. The only other time they had been apart for so long was during the summer holidays when they attended Hogwarts. Seamus had been able to handle it then, but now, oh no, not now. They were too…connected now.
Seamus heard a pop at the other end of the garden and saw Dean materialize out of thin air. He quickly walked over and threw his arms around him. Yes, it had been too long. After giving each other a peck on the cheek, Seamus clasped Dean's hand firmly in his and they set off across the yard.
They were basking in each other's company when Dean broke the silence. "So, um, I was wondering…" he paused, and shot a nervous glance at Seamus before plowing on. "Um…" he paused again, "what have you been up to lately?" He pulled the question out of the air.
"Er…nothing really. Just trying to get away from me mum. She's driving the buggers out of me. I really want to go to London. I haven't been there in ages." He shot Dean a worried look. "Are you sure you're alright?" He gave Dean's hand a reassuring squeeze and looked into his eyes. He hadn't seen Dean this nervous since the night of the battle, when they couldn't find each other for over two hours. They had finally met up in the Great Hall, and Seamus had been the happiest and most relieved he had ever been, knowing Dean was safe.
And now, something had to be wrong. Something had to have happened. "Dean, you're family's okay right? Nothing's happened to them?"
Dean gave a slight chuckle. "No, nothing's happened. Everything's great with them." Dean pulled Seamus into a hug and grinned into his shoulder. "Yea, everything's great." Seamus smiled back and they stood there for a while, holding each other and feeling content.
Then Dean pulled back and looked Seamus straight in the face and said seriously, "But I really do want to talk to you."
Dean guided Seamus to a shady patch of grass under a large oak tree and the couple sat down. Dean took Seamus's hand. "Well, we've been seeing each other for a while now."
"Two years," Seamus interjected.
"Yea, two years. A really long while," they both grinned. "And we're both bugged out of our minds by our parents. So, why don't we just get an apartment together in London?" Dean waited for Seamus's reaction to his proposal, but Seamus just grinned at him.
"Well, I was thinking of something along the same lines," and he pulled two silver bands out of his pocket.
Dean stared at Seamus, and then his face broke into a grin. He pulled him into a tight hug and kissed him full on the lips.
"So I guess that's a yes." Seamus, now grinning, asked playfully.
"Of course it is." Dean laughed as he took one of the rings and slipped it onto Seamus's ring finger. They stood up and Seamus did the same for Dean before they ran back to the house to start the plans.