Disclaimer: See Prologue
Authoress note: has very much screwed over my favorite character. Yes, it is true. Under "Select a character" there is not a "Seamus Finnigan." Sob Its an injustice! There is a "Delores Umbridge" The cruel, evil ex-headmistress of Hogwarts, but not a single "Seamus Finnigan" Sexy, confused Irish boy. Not even a "Dean Thomas" Fatherless, artistic with a misleading childhood. Yeesh! I think that I'll start a petition…who the hell wants to read about Umbridge??
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Once Upon a Time's and Happily Ever After's
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Chapter One: Once upon a time…
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I keep a journal of memories
I'm feeling lonely, I can't breathe
I fall to pieces, I'm falling
Fell to pieces and I'm still falling
Velvet Revolver, Fall to Pieces
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li·bid·i·nous adj. Having or exhibiting lustful desires; lascivious.
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Escape. Escape was the only option left.
'But escape to where?'
Her fathers' cold voice was still ringing in her ears. 'Blasphemy … Sin against our Lord…Disgrace … Shame to our name … I thank our Father that your mother is not alive to see this…'. Her feet were throbing from the four staircase decent, and her cheek from where he had struck her and her arm and back from the fall, but nothing would brake her pace. Nothing would slow her down, and as she ducking into a low corridor that was only used by the kitchen servants she shed the golden cross that was clasped around her throat. If the Lord did not believe that he love was true and pure, than she had no belief in him.
She took three steps forward before stopping, clasping her hands around her neck. No. No she was not angry with the Lord. He was the only father she had left. She turned and picked up the small crucifix. A gift from her mother…
She found herself outside, not interrupting her quick pace to wonder how she had arrived there. Her feet and heart were working together now, guiding her through the black night while her mind remained painfully numb.
She found herself gripping the stable door, and rushing into the arms of the only occupant of the room.
"My Lady? Who make's you shed tears on your beautiful face?" He grumbled though a thick accent, holding her close to his chest. His strong arms were wrapped around her fragile waste, and as her body heaved slightly with silent sobs, he pulled back, taking her delicate face in his hands, and gazing into the windows of her soul with magnificent blue eyes.
"Lèon! Oh … Lèon!" She cried throwing her arms around his muscular neck, and she kissed him with more passion than she had ever known in her 18 years. He hesitated for only a moment before grasping one of her small wrists with his own Herculean fingers, returning the intoxicating kiss.
There was a loud clomping of heavy and unstable footsteps outside the stable, and a voice muttering gruff orders…
Seamus was lounging on the sofa, feet crossed and resting on the coffee table, thoroughly enjoying his book, his Butterbeer and some pastry thing that Harry had bought and told him not to eat. It was good, little bits of apple in it and everything.
Ginny had once called the romance novels that he was so addicted too 'Trashy pieces of junk that are best used to clean up after an untrained puppy,' but he didn't take offence. It was Hermione, after all, who had introduced them to him, and Hermione may well be the most intelligent, non-trashy person Seamus had ever met.
He flipped a page, anxious to find out if Princess Valerie's father was going to walk in on her sharing an intimate embrace with the foreign, yet irresistibly compassionate and libidinous (which Seamus found out later meant sexy. Well, he was pretty sure it did…) stable boy Lèon, but was interrupted by the door being open. He quickly shoved the rest of Harry's pastry into his mouth.
A few seconds later the tousle-haired man stalked into the room. "'Lo." He murmured dully, throwing his cloak at the armchair adjacent the couch and missing by a good two feet.
"Hey. You're home early." Seamus noted after swallowing, picking up the cloak and hanging it on a hook near the door. Harry plopped down on the armchair (with better aim this time)
"Wha' time s'it?" He mumbled. Seamus glanced at his watch.
"Only nine thirty." Harry nodded and helped himself to one of the Butterbeer's that were still in their case on the coffee table. Seamus once again fell into the comfortable couch with a 'plunk'.
"What's up?"
Harry blinked and turned to face him. He looked like he had just woken up and was still half sleeping. "She broke up with me." He said simply.
Seamus felt his face fall. "Oh. Harry I'm sorry." He reached over and gave the other boy's shoulder a squeeze. He had been with Veronica for over four months, and even though Seamus despised her, Harry was happy. Three weeks after the two had started dating he had insisted on Harry bringing her over for dinner: and after much pleading and Seamus's part, he did so.
She showed up fifteen minutes early, dressed in a stuffy grey turtleneck and straight-legged slacks that looked as though she had measured out the press-lines with a meter stick. Seamus had answered the door…
A severe looking woman was standing in the hall, perfectly manicured fingers clutching her black leather purse so hard that her knuckles were white.
"Hi there!"
"Hello." She said without moving, "I'm Veronica."
Seamus smiled brightly, "Seamus." He extended his hand, "Pleased to meet you."
She looked it in distaste, eyes skimming over the dough that was stuck around his fingernails. "Charmed." She said. Seamus smiled nervously.
"Sorry. Making rolls for dinner…"
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"…Please come in, Harry just got out of the shower, he's in his room."
"Thank you." She said, taking a step inside and surveying two bedroom flat. Seamus closed the door behind her. He had to admit, they had a really nice apartment. Dark wooden floors and elegant 18th century walls, high ceilings and large windows that overlooked a busy street in one of the largest wizarding shopping districts in London, apart from Diagon Alley. Most of the furniture was white and leather (which Seamus tried to forget, he was a vegetarian; However, the couch and chairs looked so awesome, he had to disregarded it. If only for the sake of his guests comfort...) and chrome.
Veronica didn't say anything, but pursed her lips.
"Uh … can I get you anything? We have Butterbeer. Or wine." He added hastily when he saw her disgusted expression.
"Wine would be delightful, thank you."
"Right this way." He said leading her to the kitchen. She stood in the doorway until Seamus, who was growing more and more uncomfortable around the strange woman coughed, "Uh, please, take a seat at the bar-" He gestured to the stools on the other side of a high counter, "I'll just finish off the rolls."
"Thank you." She said, takeing a seat and folding her hands neatly on her lap. Her eyes were darting critically around the kitchen, which unlike the rest of the flat had been completely redone. Lavenders' small decorating company had changed everything in here, with sleek grey marble counter tops and space-age looking appliances.
"You're kitchen is very … modern." She said, and he didn't know if she was giving him a compliment.
"Thanks. We just had it done last year."
Veronica raised her eyebrows in polite interest, "Really?"
He forced a smile, "Yeah. I had been meaning to do it for a while, but I decided after Harry moved in that it was about time."
She nodded.
They remained silent, with the exception of Seamus opening the oven to slide a pan of dinner rolls into it, and then the soft tinkling of metal on metal as he washed up all the dishes.
"So, Veronica, uh, how did you and Harry meet?" Seamus hated awkward situations. She looked slightly shocked that he had addressed her, but quickly returned her expression of mild distaste.
"We met at work." She said coolly.
Now it was Seamus's turn to be surprised, but he nodded slowly… "Oh, I see. You're an Auror as well, then?" He asked, drying his hands with a tea towel. She looked slightly offended.
"No. I'm the head of the MTED" She glanced at Seamus's blank face, and sighed. "The Magical Thievery Evidence Department. Harry was working on a case when we met."
"Oh wow. That must be. Interesting." Seamus thought it was one of the most boring sounding departments in the entire Ministry.
"Yes, it is." She said, " And, Seamus, what is it that you do?" Seamus tried not to flinch when she addressed him. It seemed like she had a bit of a habit to over-pronounce words. Especially names.
"I'm a student. Training to be a Healer. This is my last semester." He tried not to let the pride show in his voice. He had been working hard for six years after he graduated to make it as far as he had in Wizard Medicine, and he had just started his last year of schooling. At the beginning of December he would go into residence.
Another surprised look.
"Really?" It sounded like she didn't believe him. He felt a little bubble of anger in his chest.
"Yes."
"How … Lovely. Are you seeing anyone?"
"Uh, no."
"Really?"
'Must she end everything with a questionmark?!'
"Really."
"How unfortunate."
'HAAAAAAAAAAAARRY!!!'
"Hello, Veronica. I guess you've already met my friend Seamus." Harry came out of his room, dressed nicely in a black button up shirt that was untucked from his khaki coloured dress pants. He bent over and kissed Veronica on the cheek and she beamed up at him. "So, what were you two talking about?"
However, for some reason Harry seemed to be very upset about losing her, so putting his not-so-positive thoughts for the Woman in the back of his mine, he hitched a smile on his lips. "Look, do you want to go out, or something? Grab a drink at McCollagen's?" Harry had the decency to smile back tightly but shook his head.
"Nah, you know, Shay, I'm kinda tired. I think that I'm just going to hit the sack." He stood up, walking towards his bedroom door.
"Alright. Night Mate" Seamus said, and Harry raised his hand in acknowledgement before disappearing into his room.
Seamus felt very bad for him, not liking to see his friend so upset. Harry was usually very cheerful.
He sighed and picked up the book that he dog-eared, once again losing himself in the sordid affair between Princess Valerie and the seductive stable boy, Lèon.
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"Morning Harry."
Grunt.
"Want some toast?"
Grunt.
"A Bagel?"
Grunt.
"Pancakes?"
Grunt.
"Coffee?"
Nod.
Seamus smiled. Nothing could turn the Boy-Who-Lived's mood better than a high dose of Caffine. He was clad in a grey tee-shirt and plaid bottoms and still looked sleep ruffled, where as Seamus was already changed into a casual hooded sweater and jeans, with a dark green cloak folded overtop his chair for when he left.
"Don't have to work today?" He asked pleasantly, handing a mug of black coffee to Harry who took it graciously.
"No." He told the mug, "I have the week off."
"Ah. You lucky Auror, you." Seamus teased, spreading Mrs. Weasley's black current jam generously on a piece of toast. She had sent some over with Ron a few weeks ago.
Grunt.
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"Hey Harry I'm meeting Neville and Colin at McCollagen's. Want to come."
"No. Thanks." He continued to stare out the window.
"Are you sure."
"Yes." He said with finality.
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"You ok?"
"Peachy thanks.""You should get out o-"
Grunt.
Murmur.
"Bloody stubborn Gryffindor."
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"You seem depressed."
Harry turned his head towards his sandy-haired friend as he plopped himself on the couch above Harry, who was sitting on the floor with his back against it.
"Why would you say that?" He asked in a forced innocent voice.
Seamus raised his eyebrows, surveying the floor around Harry's sitting form. There was a half finished bag of crisps, a couple of littered Butterbeer bottles and empty cartoon of ice cream.
"Oh I don't know. A hunch."
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"SEAMUS! SEAMUS? ANYONE THERE? HARRY?!"
Seamus, who had been sitting with his feel tucked under him at the kitchen table, heard a female voice coming from the living room, and set down his notebook. In the emerald green flames he saw Ginny Weasley's head sitting, brown eyes gazing up at him.
"Hey, love. What's up?" He said crouching down to her level. She looked flustered.
"Shay, I can't find my notes on Optical Fungi Infections! I've looked everywhere, I think that I lent them to Eliot Andrews, you know-" Seamus nodded, "- when he was sick, cause I know I leant him some last week, but I thought that he had returned them all! And there is going to be a test tomorrow, I'm sure of it! Webber was totally hinting that he was going to give us one!"
Seamus nodded, "I know. I was reviewing just now." He scrunched his eyebrows together, "You could bring over the notes you have, you know. We could study together-" His face split into a wide grin, "Yea! It would be like we were still in Hogwarts or something!"
Ginny seemed to consider it for a minute, looking down at the flames.
"Ok. Yea, that's a good idea. Thanks. I'll be right there, I just have to grab my stuff."
"Ok" and with a small pop her head disappeared. Seamus got off his knees and sat waiting for her to floo over. He waited only two minutes before he heard a distinctive crack from the kitchen. Ginny poked her head into the living room, red hair falling over the shoulders of her soft looking green turtleneck sweater. She was holding a novel.
"Hey. Sorry, I decided to apperate. New sweater, don't want soot all over it" She smiled, and he returned it.
"Nice."
"Thanks."
"You're still reading these, Seamus?" She said with a hint of humour, handing him the book that she had been clutching. His book, No, wait, Hermione's book.
"What's it to you?" He asked, sticking out his tongue when he heard her mummer, '…piece of trash…'
He followed her into the kitchen where she had set her notebooks down on the table alongside a plate of what looked like blueberry muffins. Ginny caught Seamus staring at them.
"Go ahead, they're for you and Harry… but I take it he's out on a mission or something?" She said looking around as if she thought Harry was going to jump out of the pantry.
"Ah, nope. He's just moping in his room," He said, removing the paper from the bottom of his muffin and taking a healthy sized bite. Ginny raised her eyebrows.
"Why?"
"'Im an 'Rnnica bwoke 'p" He said thickly through muffin. Ginny lowered just one of her eyebrows and frowned.
"When?"
He swallowed. "I don't know … Last Saturday?"
Ginny huffed.
"Hey! Don't give me that look! I tried to get him out of the apartment; Every night this week in fact." He muttered pointlessly. Ginny was already storming out of the kitchen and a few seconds later Seamus heard knocking on what he presumed was Harry's door.
"Harry?" She said after a few seconds. "Are you in there."
Something muffled.
"No, you prat, it's Ginny. Trust me, Hermione would be much more frightening if she found out if you had been moping around for five days! … NO! I will not 'Just leave you alone,' you stupid git! Out! Ten seconds."
Seamus counted to eight before he heard the door open.
"What do you want." He heard Harry mumble moodily.
"Look Harry." Ginny's voice was softer now, probably due to the fact that she didn't need to scream through a thick wooden door. "I know that you are upset about Veronica. You should be upset, you have every right to be upset. But don't shut yourself away like this again! None of us, and I am certain you most of all don't want another Susan incident."
Seamus had only ever heard tales of this alleged 'Susan incident' but from what he had gathered from Hermione a few weeks before Harry had moved in with him was that they had dated for over a year, and when she broke up with him it broke his heart. He had locked himself away from everybody for almost three weeks.
"I'm not having another incident, thank you very much." He said grumpily. Seamus smiled; Ginny wouldn't take that tone well.
"Look Harry, did you truly love Veronica? Could you see yourself marring her? Spending your entire life with her?"
A couple of seconds of silence.
"Didn't think so. Harry, you were the one who told all the first years that if you get kicked off the broomstick, just hop back on! And I, speaking on behalf of all the people who love you, do not want you to shut yourself away again! Hear me!?"
There was a little murmer that sort of sounded, to Seamus, like a six or seven year old who just got told off for coming home late.
"Good. I'll come by later this week and if you aren't dressed or shaved… I'll tell Hermione."
"I'm not scared of 'Mione, Ginny"
"Oh yea?"
"Yes."
"Fine there are other ways."
"What?"
"…I'll tell my mother!"
Gasp, "You wouldn't!"
"Don't test me." She said pleasantly, "Night, Harry" and Seamus heard the door close again. A few seconds later Ginny returned to the kitchen. Seamus gawked at her.
"Ok, back to business, thank you so much for lending my your notes! I'll just do a really quick copying charm and then we can quiz each other. I'm having a really hard time on removal of cursed Warts…"
Seamus's shocked look turned to a smile as Ginny continued to chat about schoolwork, flipping through his notebook, pausing when she found the page she wanted and charming it. If anyone could force you back to earth … It was a female Weasley
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The next day, for the first time in nearly a week, Harry was dressed, shaved, showered and looking … Cheerful when Seamus got home. Old, normal, non-sulky Harry was back.
"Hm, long time no see. Shall I blame it on the Weasley charm-?"
"-Wrath, you mean."
Seamus shrugged, "Pot-ate-o, Potato" Harry smiled.
"How'd you do on the test?"
Seamus worried his lower lip a bit, "Good, I think. I have no idea with Webber's tests though. He's a bit like McGonagall was." Harry smirked.
"So what are you doing tonight?" He asked Seamus who was pouring himself a glass of milk eyeing the last two muffins. Seamus face flushed.
"Uh, just going out for drinks. The pub." Harry seemed to consider this for a second, and then smiled brightly at him.
"Wonderful. Mind if I tag along?"
Seamus held back a snort. "I don't know if it's really your scene…"
"Awe, please Shay?" He pouted, shooting a puppy-dog face that made girls hearts melt. And a few men come to think of it… "I just want out of the flat. Cabin fever, you know. It's not good for a man."
"Well, It's just-"
"I promise to be good! I'll even by you a drink! Three drinks! And you've been trying to get me out of the apartment all week…Oh. You don't have a date or anything, do you?"
Seamus reddened, "Harry, where would I find time to date?"
Harry kept pouting.
Seamus groaned. "Fiiine! Erg, you're a royal pain. But don't you dare tell me I didn't warn you! Get dressed."
"I am dressed." He said, looking down at himself as if he was just 'making sure'.
"Mmm." Seamus looked him over, which he usually avoided … checking out one of your best friends and your roommate wasn't usually a great idea, "No. Nono. Put on something nice."
Harry raised his dark eyebrows. "Nice? Nice how?"
"Umm …" He said, searching his mind for the best word, "Nice, 'libidinous,' nice
Harry looked more confused. "What?"
Seamus chuckled to himself, proud that he had finally found a way to use 'libidinous' in a sentence. He was pretty sure he used it correctly too. Hermione would be proud. He'd tell her when he returned the book.
"Nothing, nothing. Get changed." He said, leading Harry out of the kitchen.
"Ok…" He muttered, and in an undertone Seamus was sure he heard '…Insane Irishmen.'
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"This ok?" Harry said, knocking on Seamus's door. He was wearing his black button down top again still untucked, but instead of formal looking dressy pants he was wearing a light coloured pair of Jeans that fit him well.
Seamus said glancing over his shoulder, thinking that Harry might have figured out what the word libidinous meant after all. He didn't care to continue starting, at least, not at the moment. There where more important things at hand. Like how attractive he looked. He was wearing regular blue jeans that were a bit baggy, but stylish as far as Muggle clothes went, and a fairly tight cotton tee-shirt under a striped over shirt which he left undone, rolling up the cuffs precisely to make it look totally carefree. His hair was shaggy as usual.
"Great. Fine. Cute. How do I look?" He asked his friend self-consciously over his shoulder. Harry looked like he was trying not to laugh.
"Homosexual. Can we go now?" He asked, leaning on the doorframe, crossing his arms over his chest. Seamus shot him a scathing look and turned back to his mirror, checking his backside. Harry didn't bother hiding his laugh this time.
"Seriously, Shay, what's up?" He asked when he stopped laughing, though there was still a very evident air of amusement in his voice. "You never get this worked up when we go out for drinks."
Seamus closed his eyes, sighed, and then smiled at Harry, "Nothing is 'up'. I'm ready, let's jet."
"I'll wait for you in the lift." He said, and departed, only to return a minute later, "Oh, and thanks Shay. I seriously need to get out. Anything to take my mind off that woman."
The Irish man tried not to laugh.
'Oh Harry, love. Women will not be high on your agenda tonight.'
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They stepped into a fairly large pub twenty minutes later, dim lights, jazz music playing in the background and chatter all around them.
"Hm, nice place." Harry said, looking up at the tasteful lighting, and then at the fancy bar, "I've never heard of it before."
"No, you wouldn't have," Seamus muttered under his breath.
Harry heard him, and furrowed his "Why not?"
Seamus looked chagrined, "Uh, It's a Muggle place. I know you prefer the Wizarding Night life. Let's go sit at the bar. You owe me a drink."
"Mm." Harry nodded, following his friend to the mahogany wooded bar table. He climbed onto the stool and signalled the bartender.
"Evening Gents. What'll it be?" He said, staring at Harry with a little smile flickering at the corners of his lips. Seamus held his giggle deep in his throat.
"Uh, I'll have a Guinness if you have it on tap." He said, looking over at Seamus who grinned.
"I'll take one too." He said in his very prominent Irish tongue.
The Barman nodded, smiling brightly and returned a second later, and winked at Harry as he handed him his beer.
"Here you are lads, have a good night." He said, still looking at the raven-haired boy before moving down the long bar to serve some other men.
"Cheers!" Seamus replied, lifting his cold mug to his mouth.
"Seamus!" Harry said in an undertone, glancing around and ducking his head closer to his friends', "I think … that man was just hitting on me!"
Seamus laughed hysterically in his mind, but pulled a blank expression for Harry's sake, "What do you mean? Harry, love, I thought that I was the one who looked 'hom-"
He was cut off by Harry's stern look.
"Fine, have it your way, you're no fun anyway. Look, I'll be right back, ok?" he said, looking towards the washroom sign.
Harry glanced down at the Bartender who was now having an animated conversation with someone else.
"Yea, sure."
"Right-o! I'll be only a second." He said before gleefully leaping off the barstool and heading towards the toilets.
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When he walked back, he saw Harry having a conversation with another man, looking nonchalant, and good-natured. He stayed back a few paces.
Harry was laughing at something, "…Personal trainer; that sounds, uh, like a demanding job." He was saying, taking another sip from his mug. The man leaned a bit closer when Harry wasn't looking.
"It is, it is, but very rewarding… So," He asked, looking into Harry's eyes, "What do you do?"
Seamus could almost see the gears shifting in Harry's mind when the man asked that. Saying 'Oh, I'm an Auror' would probably raise a confused eyebrow or two. "I work with the police. Detective unit."
The Mans eyebrows shot up. "Really? That must be so interesting."
Seamus snorted.
"It is. I'm pretty new to the force.
"Oh. Have you lived here all your life?"
"Uh, nope. I lived in Surrey when I was younger. Just moved here a year ago."
"Is that so." The man said, leaning a bit closer and placing his hand on Harry's forearm that was resting on the bar. "That must have been hard."
Harry was staring at the offending arm with wide eyes, which a few seconds later he turned to the man, who was smiling charmingly.
"Uh…not really. I have plenty of friends here already. My roommate and I are friends from school, and other mates from school, er, pop in all the time."
He seemed uncomfortable. This was slowly turning hysterical
"That's good." He said as though Harry was the most interesting thing in the world.
"Er…"
"Tell me, are you seeing anyone?"
"Uh, no. Me and my girlfriend just broke up last weekend."
"Girlfriend?" He asked, looking a little shocked, but shook it off, "Oh. Bisexual."
Harry faltered. "Excuse me?!"
Time for an intervention.
"Back, Love." Seamus said, taking a seat next to Harry and placing a hand on his shoulder. "Hello." He said cheerfully to the man, extending his other hand. The man looked at it for a moment, and turned to Harry.
"Uh, I should go. Here-" He pulled a card from his pocket, "-Call me sometime if you ever want someone to, erm, show you around the city, alright?" He gave Harry a smile and Seamus a brief nod before stalking off to a group of men who were sitting at large round table, laughing merrily. Harry turned his wide-eyed glare to Seamus.
"Shay…" He started, looking first at his friend and then around at all the people, "Where are all the women?"
Seamus smiled and then turned his head towards the direction of the washroom, "Uh, I think that I saw a couple over there, yes, there they are." Two women, hand in hand walked passed them and one smiled when Seamus waved.
Harry looked like he was in shock.
"Seamus…"
"Hmm?"
"When I thought that the bouncer was frisking me a bit too thoroughly, and you said they were always thorough in this place…"
"Aye?"
"And when I said that the bartender was hitting on me…"
"Aye?" Seamus kept his innocent smile in tact.
"And that man …" He trailed off, eyes looking like they were going to pop out of his head. Seamus was glad that he was training to be a Healer, he could fix it if they did.
"Is this a … a Gay Bar?" He said.
"It is indeed! Nice place, eh?" He said taking a gulp of his beer and savouring the look on Harry's face.
"But. But. But…"
"Harry, I told you: Not your scene." He smiled.
Harry picked up his drink feebly and took a big gulp. "Yea…"
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The rest of the night went rather smoothly, save the three men who had hit on Harry (which Seamus was happy to say was only a fraction of the number of men who had hit on himself).
"Well," Seamus said, pulling the last of his muggle money from his wallet and paying for his final beer. The pub was starting to clear out. "You were a hit, I'll give you that. Ever thought of changing sexual orientations?"
Harry smacked him. "You're a idiot."
"But a sexy idiot." He said wisely, takeing a long gulp, and looking around the room. He really did like coming here. Maybe because it was so … classy. Clean. He had always had a bit of a clean issue, not organisational-wise, but … cleanliness. It was the healer in him, he figured.
His eyes fell on the group of men that 'The Man' who was trying to 'Chat up' Harry had gone to join. The offender had left, leaving only three others at the large table. A blonde with a leather jacket on. ('No, leather is bad'). A brunette, who wasn't unattractive at all, kind of had an athletic build ('And a very cute smile') and a Dark skinned man who was laughing, revealing a row of straight white teeth. He wasn't bad looking either, Seamus mused, had a sort of grace about him. Slender figure, nice face, good shape.
He looked up across the bar and caught Seamus's eyes, smiling before looking as if he had seen a ghost. Seamus felt his breath get caught in his throat.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked, turning in the direction Seamus was staring, but the Irish boy barely noticed. The dark man had not broken eye contact yet, but opened him mouth, and over the sound of people talking and the music, He heard a faint "Seamus?"
"Dean?"
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A/N: You know, I have this picture of Seamus in my head looking a lot like a cross between Chad Michael-Murray and Ewan McGregor. Weird, but sexy!