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alaison asked for Dean Thomas/ Harry Potter with Little Moments song by Brad Paisley
A/N: I love this song but the prompt drove me insane (in a good way)! I changed all the she references in the song to he, in order to fit better for reference.
Harry and Dean were unpacking their groceries as they listened to the Randomaniac channel on the Wizarding Wireless; it was a subsidiary of Weasley Wizarding Wheezes and played an odd and delightfully off-beat mix of music genres. The first chords of the next song filled the room as they stored the last of the canned goods and Dean swept Harry into an awkward dance about the kitchen.
Well I'll never forget the first time that I heard
That pretty mouth say that dirty word
Dean smirked over Harry's head as Harry finally regained his footsteps.
"Hey, what's that look for?" Harry said warningly.
Dean laughed, "Just remembering back to the first time at Gryffindor Tower after the fall of Voldemort." Harry blushed.
FLASHBACK
Harry had spent the past week cooped up with Madame Pomfrey and was finally glad to be returning to his normal life. Voldemort was dead and Harry was free to live his life as he wanted to live it.
As he entered the tower, a loud cacophony surrounded him. Students of all houses celebrated and were laughing, eating and drinking.
"Harry! You're back!" Hermione exclaimed.
"Harry, mate, great job!" said Ron. "Tell us all about it!" Others chimed in, the only exception being the first years and Dean who were seated rather sedately in a corner with food and non-alcoholic drinks. Harry couldn't get a word in edgewise. Then, the students started physically touching Harry to try to encourage him to tell the story. Dean managed to pull out his wand and cast a silencing ward on the firsties before Harry exploded.
"Listen up you *bleep* *bleep* *bleep* *bloop* cow *bleep* *blip* *bing* owl *bleeeeeeeep* *carhonking* *rattle* *bong* *bleep* *bleep* sorry *bang* *boom* *bleep* *bleep* of sheep. Understand?" Harry snarled.
They all nodded wordlessly as Dean just stared in awe.
END FLASHBACK
"I was a little testy! And they had it coming. They totally deserved and I proved it in a court of law," Harry finished amusedly as they continued to sway to the music.
"You sure proved it to them, Harry. They wouldn't even look at you until the next school year, four months later!" Dean teased.
Well that's just like last year on my birthday
He lost all track of time and burnt the cake
And every smoke detector in the house was goin' off
Harry snorted. "Remember the Birthday-Dinner-that-Wasn't?"
Dean ducked his head in shame. "Don't remind me! And I said I was sorry afterwards."
FLASHBACK
Harry returned from his day out to see all of the windows and doors open at his and Dean's home. He approached cautiously until he spotted Dean in the kitchen garden, dumping something into the compost pile.
"Dean?" inquired Harry as he stepped closer, tucking away his wand.
"Harry! You're not supposed to be home for another—"
"I was supposed to be home thirty minutes ago. What's wrong Dean?" Harry asked.
"I, um… I tried to make dinner," replied Dean. Harry manfully hid his wince and drew his wand once more.
"Where is it?" he said, resigned.
"It barricaded itself in the pantry and is currently launching the preserves. I'm sorry, Harry," Dean whispered.
"I know, Dean, and you're forgiven," Harry murmured as he prepared to take back his home. "But there's a reason you were banned from cooking."
END FLASHBACK
"Well," Dean mused, "At least the pantry was cleaned out. We had been putting off that chore."
Harry chortled. "I love you, Dean."
"Love you too, Harry."
When he steals my heart again and doesn't even know it
Yeah I live for little moments like that
A/N: I hope you like it, alaison! Thanks for reading, everyone. If you have any prompt suggestions or pairing ideas, I'd love to hear from you via review or PM. I have 15 slots left open for pairings or prompts for the story; my goal is to write 50 chapters by Valentines Day. So if you have a pairing that you want to see, let me know early!
