Warning: Although there's little more than kissing and just general relationship shite, it does occur between two persons who happen to be of the male persuasion. If this bothers you, you might do yourself a favour and run away, so that you don't soil your mind with such impure imagery.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Seamus/ Draco
Chapter Summary: Seamus and Draco have breakfast together. It's cute.
Every Waking Moment
Since last night everything between us has changed. Profoundly. At this very moment, he is smiling at me from across the room. I never thought I would live to see the day that he would smile openly at me for the whole world to see. I've not been able to wipe the grin off my face since we left each other at the foot of the stairs last night. Ah, shit. Now I've lost whatever semblance of control I had and I'm just giggling madly.
"All right, Seamus?"
"Uh, yeah, Harry. Fine, thanks. And how are you?" I stutter between giggles. Sick what that boy does to me, isn't it? Draco, I mean.
"What's up?" he asks, a smile cracking his face. Apparently, my mood is contagious as he is rapidly joining me in my giggling fit.
"Lots of things, I'm sure."
"Riiight." He's got a look on his face that says, 'I know there's something up and you're not getting away until you spill.' I know that look all too well; he stole it from me.
"What?" I try to pretend I'm innocent, but he just scowls at me.
"You're awfully cheerful today. I take it it went well with Malfoy last night, then?"
My jaw drops to the floor. "How the hell...?"
"Oh, honestly, do you think we haven't wondered where it is that you run off to every night?"
"We?"
"Yeah, me and Ron and Dean and Neville. You know, your roommates? You do have those, you know."
"Shove off."
"Should I take that as a yes?"
As hard as I'm trying to look stern, I know there's no point. I just can't wipe this grin off my face. "What do you think?"
"I think it's about damn time."
"You mean.. You're not disappointed in me, then?"
"For what?"
"Well, he's not exactly been sweet to you, has he?"
"Yeah, but he makes you smile, right?"
"That's for damn sure."
"Well, then, that's all that really counts, isn't it?"
"Oi, Seamus!" Dean says out of the clear blue sky. He's been involved in another soccer- Quidditch argument with Ron. Biiiig surprise, that.
"What?" I ask, though I already know what he's going to say. He's going to say, 'Tell Ron that Quidditch is NOT better than soccer.' Or maybe, 'Tell Ron soccer's not boring.' Or, 'Tell Ron to shove it up his-'
"Tell Ron that soccer's not boring." Can I call them, or can I call them?
Rolling my eyes, I give my usual response. "Ron, leave Dean alone. Soccer isn't all that bad if you're not paying attention."
"Like you're one to talk," Dean replies, feigning irritation at me.
"Fuck off, ya' bleeding wanker." He grins before continuing the conversation.
Draco is approaching from behind me. He's still a good two or three meters behind me. Even though I'm not looking at him, the tingling sensation in every cell of my skin is telling me he's there. Instinctively, I sit in the vacant seat at my right so that he can sit down, too. He takes my invitation without hesitation, smiling all the while. The table goes silent as everyone turns to stare at us. Draco's hand is squeezing my own tightly in apprehension. Quite suddenly the table erupts in cheers, and he lets go.
Standing up, he takes a deep bow, not even letting the slightest trace of embarrassment seep into his features. "Thank you, I'm glad to see you too," he says. "Though, was the applause absolutely necessary? I think you may have given Seamus a heart attack."
For some bizarre reason, I am finding it nearly impossible to breathe. Maybe it's the unexpected waves of happiness radiating from Draco as he takes his seat next to me again, or it could be the way that even Ron is smiling at us like we're the most damnably adorable thing he's ever seen. It could very well be due to the fact that Draco's hand has crept along my leg and is now resting on my thigh, squeezing a bit in a teasing way I know him all too well for. Perhaps it's even the way I can't control my own face as my lips curl into a grin so broad it almost hurts my face, but I don't care because Draco has clutched my hand in his once again and is actually letting his emotions make their way to his face. It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen: my sullied little angel actually smiling! It's truly glorious, amazing.
Across the room, half the Slytherins are gaping at us. Pansy's got the most deliciously repulsed look on her face that isn't really all that unlike her normal expression, now that I think about it, but I know that she's thoroughly abashed that Draco is sitting at the Gryffindor table. With me! There are a few, though, that either don't care or haven't noticed.
"Want to give Pansy something to really brood about?" I ask Draco. I'm not really sure that he'll let me, but then again, he did take the initiative to come and sit with me at my house table.
He grins, pulling me closer to him so that I can kiss him. It takes absolutely all of my will power not to literally melt into him. Thank goodness I'm sitting down, or I might have to make a scene. Not that I'm not already... No, I'm definitely making a hell of a scene. The whole of the dining hall is now throwing a combination of wolf whistles, cheers, and applause at us. Even Slytherin is looking less hostile and... oh, my god!... the staff table is actually joining in. Dumbledore's actually looking very pleased at us. What the hell is going on?
"Hmm. Never expected that," Draco says, surveying the crowd. He's still extremely untouched by all of it, but he does seem to find it both amusing and flattering.
"I'm missing something, aren't I?" I ask. "Do all these people really know about us?"
"Well, what do you expect when two of the most sought after guys at Hogwarts aren't seeing anyone? Believe me, it's not just been us who got curious, Seamus," Harry says casually as he munches on his toast. As an afterthought he adds, "Once we figured it out, it was abundantly clear that you've got it bad for each other and it's just cool that you're not being stupid anymore."
"We're really that hot, are we?" Draco pipes up, cocking his head to one side.
"Well, yeah," Ron replies. We all turn to stare at him, shocked. He goes red before adding, "Well, it is like common knowledge."
"But not opinion?" Draco teases.
"Yeah, Ron, what does that mean?" Dean adds in. He's so cute when he makes an ass of Ron, especially after one of their standard arguments. It gives him such perverse joy.
"I thought you were seeing Hermione," Parvati says, confused. She's an even worse space case than I am, and that's saying something.
"I am seeing Hermione, thank you," he replies with a murderous tone in his voice. He is now the colour of a lobster.
"Come on, Ronnikins, be honest," I coo. "You can be honest with me, you know."
"Honestly, Seamus, you know I'm not... like that. All I meant is that if I were, which I'm not, but if I were, then yes, that might happen to be the case."
"Why, thank you, I'm flattered!" Draco exclaims.
"Don't mention it," he mutters, going back to his now cold eggs.
The rest of breakfast goes by rather uneventfully, thank goodness. Any more of that and I might really have gone into cardiac arrest. I'm really quite thrown. I thought they'd like start a riot or something instead of actually respecting my decision. I wonder if this is really for real... if I'm dreaming again... No, I'm actually wide awake this time. There's too many people here that feel too real for this to be a dream. Draco and the look in his eyes are too real. Too... substantial. I might be able to get used to being conscious...