I don't own the Harry Potter franchise etc etc disclaimer.
Just a little story about Ron and Seamus. Ron's an Auror and Seamus is a bartender/waiter at some pub in Diagon Alley.

"Feckin' hell Weasley! Turn tha' fuckin' thing off will ya?"

"Shut up, Finnigan. Just because some of us have to work instead of lazing around all day."

"Fuck off, I need me beauty sleep all righ'?"

Tousled hair and bleary eyed he turned the infernal alarm off and set back on the bedside table. He yawned again and stretched, his back cracking. With a smile, he prodded the lump next to him gently and placed a soft kiss on Seamus' rough cheek. "Morning sunshine," he said in a singsong voice. "Don't stay in bed all day." The Irishman answered with some unintelligible profanities as he flipped Ron off before rolling over and burying his head under the pillow.

Chuckling, Ron got up from the soft bed and walked to the kitchen. Scrambled eggs, toast and some ham, washed down with a cup of coffee, a typical workday breakfast. Glancing at the clock on the wall, he cursed under his breath as he saw that he was running late. Merlin help him if he was a mere second late to work; Fleenster would have his head. He hurried back to the bedroom, pulling his t-shirt over his head as he went. Quickly he changed into his robes, combed his hair and brushed his teeth. Ron didn't bother shaving; a little bit of stubble never hurt anybody. Besides, it made him look rugged.

"I'm off to the office now, you lazy wanker," he announced loudly with a grin on his face. "Don't sleep the day away okay?" Seeing as this was Seamus' day off, he would do just that. With a soft crack he Disapparated from the bedroom.

What time was it? Seamus glanced sleepily at the clock on his nightstand and sighed. 11:30 am. Why the fuck was he awake? He usually slept until much later. Grumbling, he decided to take a nice, long shower since he was awake. That would shave off half an hour until Ron got back. Whistling tunelessly, he made his way to the bathroom in his boxers. Pajamas, in his opinion, were an obstruction, the less clothes the better. Unfortunately, his boyfriend slept in cotton pajama pants and a t-shirt. Only on hot summer nights did he sleep shirtless, something that Seamus had asked him to do more often.

Jesus, Mary an' Joseph! Seamus bit back a yelp as cold water poured from the showerhead. Fuckfuckbuggeringfuck! Wait, the water was getting warmer… that was better. Sighing, he let the water run over his body, releasing the stiffness in his muscles. As one often does, he started thinking as he absently washed his hair. The train of thought this time was the lack of time they spent together due to their conflicting schedules.

Ron's work schedule drove him insane. He left at 7:15 am and came back at 6:30 pm. Seamus had Mondays off and had to amuse himself until Ron came home. Tuesdays and Thursdays he started work at 6:00 pm and didn't get off until 2:00 am meaning that he'd just miss seeing Ron come home. Wednesdays were better, both of them ending within an hour of each other, so that they could spend the evening with each other. Fridays and Saturdays were hectic for Seamus; he could end up coming home anytime between 2 am to 4 am. Sundays were indeed the days of rest; they often lay in bed until noon, just cuddling. Perfect really.

He hummed softly to himself as he stepped out of the shower to dry off. Thinking of his boyfriend always brought a smile to his face and made him happy as cliché as that might be. They complimented each other almost perfectly. Ron was quieter, more laid back, and tended to take things more seriously than he did. Seamus was still as outgoing as ever (which made him one of the favourite staff at The Flying Hippogriff), though slightly more mature, and just as impulsive, his mouth landing him in trouble (not as often as before). Yet they were similar in many ways as well; they usually avoided confrontation until one of them snapped and brought it up, both exceedingly loyal, and both stubborn as fuck.

Washed and dressed, the Irishman heard his stomach gurgle. He walked to the kitchen and found a plate with three buttered pieces of toast waiting for him. "Ronald fuckin' Weasley," Seamus murmured. "Ye perfect man." He really thought of everything didn't he? He grabbed the plate and settled down on the sofa in front of the TV. Nothing passes time better than stupid reality shows on MTV. Maybe there was something worthwhile on BBC One, like Doctor Who or whatnot. He glanced at the clock and cursed. Only an hour had passed. This is why he hated Mondays; they bored him out of his mind.

Merlin's hairy arse crack, how long is he going to talk for? Ron sat at his desk and listened with half an ear. Feenster was lecturing them on the importance of their job and that they should take it with the utmost seriousness bla bla bla. Sneaking a glance at Harry, he found that he wasn't the only one who wasn't listening, Harry had schooled his features into something the vaguely resembled an expression of rapt attention, but his green eyes remained vacant. No doubt counting down the minutes until he was home with Ginny.

Five to six. Four. Three. Two. "Weasley! Stop staring at the clock, time won't move any faster even if you will it!" Feenster admonished, snapping him out of his staring contest with the wall clock. "Did you listen to anything that I just said?" Feenster demanded and fixed the red head with a beady eye. He gulped slightly and avoided his best friend's eye who was grinning like a crazed banshee. "You said something about us having to take work seriously…" Ron trailed off and looked at his boss with a hopeful expression.

"Weasley, that was ten minutes ago," the middle aged Auror replied with a snort. "But at least you heard something of what I said. Now pack up, I know you're both anxious to get home to your loved ones." He waved his hands dismissively and walked away. The moment he was out of earshot, Ron turned to look at his friend who had trouble keeping a straight face.

"Fuck you Harry! That was not funny!"

"Oh yes it was Ron. You should have seen the look on your face!"

"Can it mate, or should I close your mouth for you?"

"Try it."

Without further warning, he jumped over his desk and grabbed Harry and put him in a headlock. Of course the Auror training kicked in and Ron found himself falling. He laughed and pulled his friend down with him as they continued their friendly tussle until they were shaking with laughter.

"Truce Harry?"

"Truce."

"If Ginny yells at you for being late, you can tell her to blame me. Just tell her no Howlers."

"Sounds good."

Ten minutes later they had locked up the office and said their goodbyes. Harry headed towards a Floo grate and Ron walked towards the designated area for Disapparating. Soon he'd be home with his favourite Irishman. Smiling, he turned on his heel and vanished with a small crack.

Upon hearing a crack out in the hallway of their apartment, Seamus jumped up, a grin gracing his face. Ron was finally back from work. Walking out from the bedroom where he'd been reading, he saw him standing in the hallway pulling his robe over his head. "Need any help with tha'?" he drawled and drew closer. "Ye know I wouldn' mind gettin' ye out of yer clothes." He ducked the black robe that was thrown at his head with a smile. "I'll take that' as a 'no'."

The way Ron (now clad in a white t-shirt and soft dark blue jeans) grinned back made the Irishman's heart flip flop. "I hope you didn't miss me too much," he teased and swept the shorter wizard into a hug. Seamus inhaled deeply. He would never get tired of Ron's scent; it was fresh and masculine, and very alluring. "I might've missed ye a tiny bit," he said nonchalantly and kissed his cheek.

"Only a tiny bit?" Ron pouted.

"All righ', more than a tiny bit," Seamus relented with a soft smile. He could never resist that adorable face. "I always miss ye when yer not within eyesight," he added. Much to his delight, the red head blushed and ducked his head. It should be illegal to be this cute. "Just look at ye, blushin' like a lil' school girl," he said, his eyes twinkling.

"Fuck off, Shay," Ron muttered trying to hide a grin. He usually turned some shade of pink when he received a compliment from Seamus. Even after being together for so long, he felt like a teenager in love for the first time. "And for the record, I miss you too when you're not with me." He pulled the Irishman close and kissed him softly, marveling at his smooth lips. This was the best thing to come home to and would never get old.

"Hey Seamus, lets turn in early. We can always grab dinner later, but right now I really just want to lay in bed," he said with a smirk that promised good fun.

"Sounds good ter me, we can order a pizza later to make up fer the lack of energy caused by laying in bed," he replied with a kiss before dragging him to the bedroom. This is why he loved Mondays.