4. View
Pairing: Deamus
The view from the astronomy tower was beautiful, if not a bit nippy. Seamus would never admit to being cold, of course, but he would periodically burrow further into Dean's side if and when a sudden chill overtook him. Dean didn't seem to mind, at any rate.
The two of them looked out over the railing in comfortable silence and watched the myriad of couples down on the grounds below who, like them, had broken curfew and braved the patrolling prefects and teachers for a more romantic New Year's spot. Seamus had come reluctantly, complaining loudly that Dean was such a sentimental sop and that he wasn't too keen on being treated like a girl.
Dean smiled a bit to himself. Seamus didn't seem to be complaining now.
The night air was good for the view of the sky, at least. The stars stood out crisply against the black night sky, meeting the treeline in the distance and completing the ethereal picture before them. Something told him that this view would not be quite as spectacular as seen from their dorm room like Seamus had said he wanted to do instead, although something also told him that mentioning this to Seamus would be counterproductive.
He cast a quick tempus, and layered on another warming charm to the cloak that they were sharing as a particularly biting breeze blew through the tower. Two more minutes left before midnight.
Another strong breeze swept past, prompting Seamus to turn and burrow his face into the taller boy's chest in an attempt to keep warm. Dean merely chuckled and pulled the cloak that much tighter around them. He silently admired the sky as they stood, setting his chin upon Seamus's unkempt hair and rocking gently back and forth as he felt Seamus's nose nudging into his collarbone. Despite Seamus's complaints, Dean was glad that he'd managed to talk him up here. the night was cold, but still quite gorgeous.
From the castle, the countdown began from ten, and Dean joined in under his breath. Seamus's muffled voice could be felt vibrating against his neck
Five...
Four...
Three...
Two...
Dean reached down and slid his fingers beneath Seamus's chin, gently tilting his face up into the cold air.
One.
Lips softly met.
A/N: The last of my New Year's arc. Have a bitchin' 2015, everyone!