Hey everyone. This story was brought to you by Criminology assignment, Madam Pomfrey's Fun Fitness, Insane Prompt Challenge, and Star Chart Seasonal Challenge on Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Also for Fifty Shades of challenge on Harry Potter Fanfiction Challenges. For Criminology assignment I wrote for task 3 Arson and the task was to write about setting something on fire, be it on purpose or accidentally. For Madam Pomfrey's Fun Fitness I wrote for Stair Steppers's action prompt of running. For the Insane Prompt Challenge I wrote prompt number 217. Moresomes: Dean/Seamus/George. For Star Chart I wrote for April 23rd - Lyrid Meteor Shower's dialogue prompt of "Give me a scotch. I'm starving,". For Fifty Shades of challenge I wrote for the slash triad pairing of Dean/Seamus/George. Warning for words of curse and major fluff. Word count is 609 without Author's Note. I hope you all enjoyed Botched Dinner Plans.

George Weasley and Dean Thomas should have known that something would go wrong when their boyfriend Seamus Finnigan said he was going to be making dinner for them that night. After Seamus could set anything on fire with the flick of a wand without actually meaning to. So it shouldn't have been a surprise when the smell of smoke came wafting out of the kitchen area.

"Are you alright in there?" Dean called out to make sure the Irishman wasn't actually hurt.

"I"m fine," Seamus called out. "It's supposed to smell like that."

George smirked as the duo bickered back and forth between each other. He knew perfectly well having a mother who cooked on the regular and knowing Seamus's procilvity for either setting fires or blowing something up that was not how cooking food should smell.

"I'm going to go check on Seamus and make sure he doesn't kill himself," Dean told George leaning over giving the older man a light kiss. "I should be right back."

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Dean had just walked into the kitchen to check on Seamus when the next sign that something was about to go majorly wrong met him. The pan that Seamus was actively ignoring was billowing smoke. Dean rushed over to the stove to be blocked by Seamus.

"Hey, Dean," Seamus smiled. "I told you and George to relax that I'd handle dinner tonight."

"I would but that pan of...Is that oil?" Dean observed the pot that was on the verge of igniting into flames. "Seamus you shouldn't have oil on that high or..."

"I know perfectly well what I'm doing."

"But..."

"Go out in the living room and relax." Seamus shooed Dean towards the door. He didn't stop until Dean was on the other side of the closed door. The sounds of something crackling came from over by the stove. The only thing he had actively cooking was the potatoes for the mashed potatoes. So what was crackling? Seamus's eyes widened as he turned around. The pan that Dean had pointed out was indeed in flames. He'd been trying to heat the oil to make fired chicken but hadn't counted on it setting to flame. He patted his back pocket in search of his wand. "Shit!" Seamus exclaimed frantically. He scanned the kitchen but couldn't find the wand anywhere there. Then he remembered he'd left it on the couch. Running as quickly as he could he skidded to a stop in front of the couch and grabbed his wand racing back to the kitchen.

"Should we go after him?" Dean asked George as the black plume of smoke emerged from the kitchen.

"I think that's a yes," George said pulling his wand and running into the kitchen with Dean quick on his heels.

Once both boys got into the kitchen they found Seamus quickly extinguishing the huge fire that had started on the stove. Once the fire was out he turned with a sheepish smile on his face. "Give a me a scotch, boys," Seamus murmured. "I'm starving."

George shook his head laughing. "I kind of figured something like this would happen," he told his Dean, and Seamus. "So I made reservations at a nice restaurant for us in a couple of minutes." With a smile he held out an arm to each of the younger men. "Shall we, gentlemen?"

Both nodded taking the offered arm. Seamus would never hear the end of this one but that didn't matter to him. What matter most was he had more time to spend with both of the men in his life. And that in his mind was the best thing in the world.

I hope you all enjoyed Botched Dinner Plans.