Hiccupping
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Bachhh, I don't own.
A/N: I read a story that mentioned hiccupping and this sprung up. It's short so I put it here.
Seamus hiccupped again. He had been doing that for the last half hour. Dean was getting rather sick of the sound. He couldn't even think a full sentence without Seamus's hiccups interrupting. If the infernal sound didn't stop soon Dean felt he would spontaneously combust, or at least throttle Seamus till he silenced him…for good.
Seamus didn't have it much better. His throat and stomach hurt from the continued clenching. It wasn't even his fault he had started hiccupping. It was Dean's. If Dean hadn't fallen down the steps, bumping into Ginny, who fell onto Colin, whose camera flung across the room onto Lavender's head, who jumped up screaming; therefore, running into Ron, who, to escape the clutches of the raving Lavender, jumped at Hermione, who fell into the fireplace. Luckily it was not lit. She resurfaced with ash covering her and looking murderous. It had just been too much for Seamus. He had busted up and not stopped till his hiccupping combined with it, and he found himself unable to breath. So, it was Dean's fault, and he hadn't a right to be angry.
Five minutes of hiccupping torture later Dean lost it. "Gaa! Can't you stop it?" he wailed.
"Nope," Seamus stated bluntly.
"Try something," Dean commanded.
And try he did. He tried everything he could think of and when he couldn't think of anything he asked other people. He tired holding his breath but only ended up blue in the face, a rather unfitting shade on him. He tried drinking a cup of water but only succeeding in needing to use the Lou.
Neville Longbottom told him to eat some nettle. Seamus decided to not try it. Sure, Neville was just being helpful, but the thought of ending up poisoned in the hospital wing didn't appeal to him.
Colin Creevey had him stand on his head. The only thing that came out of that was Seamus remembering why he hated standing on his head, and a massive headache.
Ron Weasley told him to play a game of chess; therefore, not concentrating on hiccupping and forget to hiccup. Seamus tried and lost two games. He figured Ron only said that because no one else would play a game against him.
Romilda Vane said he just had to eat some Chocolate Cauldrons. He went to try them but was stopped by Harry Potter, who said they were probably drenched in love potion. Seamus gave the chocolate, instead, to Ritchie Coote.
Parvati Patil told him to think of all the bald men he could. Seamus came up rather short.
Hermione Granger told him to think of a neon sign and have the words blink as fast as possible. The words 'hiccups be gone' flashed fast in his mind's eye but the words didn't become reality.
Dean recommended jumping out of the window in the common room. Seamus figured that Dean just wanted to be rid of his hiccupping. The black boy's eyes had started twitching.
"No one else has any ideas," he informed Dean.
"I got another one."
"What," Seamus asked warningly. He had an intense feeling that Dean wanted to kill him off.
Dean leaned over and placed his lips on Seamus's, successfully stopping the hiccup from surfacing. He moved his lips against the Irish boy's and slipped a tongue between the lush puffs of skin. Their tongue's wrestled hotly, and only when breathing became a necessity, did Dean pull back.
Seamus panted and stared at Dean. He didn't know how that would cure his hiccupping but liked the idea nevertheless.
Dean stared at him for two whole minutes before Seamus cut in with a crisp, "What?"
"You're not hiccupping. Aren't I brilliant?"
Seamus smiled. "It might come back. We better stop it before it does."
"Good idea."
And they stopped any hiccups that dared pop up.