Title: 100 Silver Sickles: A Collection of Drabbles
-----------Drabble o3: Morning
Author: Netzoid Nerd
Disclaimer: I'm not J.K.Rowling, I'm not making any money off of this. Don't sue?
Author's Notes: I was thinking of possible pairings/themes for future drabbles, and I had some great pairings to chose from. I decided to write some Seamus/Dean love, because I find that pairing is tossed aside for more popular pairings. I love the idea of Dean and Seamus being together. Second drabble today, and more are coming. Drabbles are just so easy to write, it's hard to stop once you start.
As always, Reviews are my love.
Both Quotes come from the Quotationary.
All memorable events...transpire in morning time and in a morning atmosphere. -Henry David Thoreau
Morning
Dean Thomas/Seamus Finnigan - Romance/Light Humor
307 Words
A ray of light spilled through a window in the Gryffindor Boys Dormitory. The curtains were drawn just enough for this ray of light to shine across the face of Gryffindor's resident Irish boy, Seamus Finnigan. Dark hair was messed up, eyes still closed, and hands reached out numbly in half sleep searching for the boy he knew was sharing his bed with him. Dean Thomas was already awake, had been for quite some time, and slide his hand out from the comforter to grasp Seamus' questioning one. He pulled the Irish boy closer, ignoring mumbles of protest in that thick Irish accent, and lay his arms lazily around Seamus' shoulders. Dean could vaguely hear the other boys waking up and beginning their morning routines. No one noticed his empty bed, and if they did they never said anything about it. Rubbing Seamus' back softly, Dean pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. "Time to get up, love." He whispered.
"Five more minutes, mum..."
Dean chuckled at the reply. "I really should toss you out of bed. We're always the last ones out, you know...Always late for breakfast." He continued rubbing Seamus' back as he spoke, knowing somewhere in the back of his mind that his rubbings would only increase the other boy's want to stay in bed.
Seamus finally cracked open his eyes, stretching and yawning. He gazed up at Dean, toying with what fell between a smirk and a smile. "You won't toss me out of bed."
"...How do you know that?"
Seamus was indeed smiling now. "Two reasons." He sat up, pulling Dean into his arms and pecking him on the lips. "One- you love me, and enjoy this moment every morning as much as I do." Another peck was placed on Dean's lips.
"And number two?" Dean asked, still speaking softly.
Seamus gave a toothy grin. "Luck of the Irish."
The morning is wiser than the evening. - Russian Saying