Seamus walked into the pub and found Harry sitting at a table nursing a mug in his hand. 'Morning Harry' he smiled and sat down. 'Morning Seamus' Harry yawned in reply. 'Are you alright Harry you don't look so good' Seamus asked concern in his voice. 'Bad night, had a nightmare first one for awhile' he replied. Seamus looked at Harry with worry.
'You want to talk about it?' he asked. Harry explained what the nightmare had been about, he told Seamus that with everything that had happened he didn't have time to process anything. Now that he had stopped it seemed he started thinking about things again. He didn't want to think anymore today he just wanted to enjoy himself with a friend.
They left the pub and walked a ways down the paved street. Coming to a stop Seamus grabbed Harry's hand they disappeared in a blur coming to a stop on top of a rocky cliff. Finding his feet and his voice Harry spoke 'What was that, you couldn't warn me we were going to apparate' Harry said indignantly. 'This is sight seeing Seamus style' he laughed.
'Its going to be an interesting day then, now where are we' Harry answered. 'The Cliffs of Moher looking over the Wild Atlantic Ocean, situated in County Clare' Seamus sounded like the lady on the bus tour Harry had taken in Dublin. They walked along the cliffs edge Harry was enjoying the vast expanse of the ocean and the view. There was a visitors centre halfway along the cliff Harry and Seamus went inside so Harry could read a bit more about the cliffs and their history.
Next stop on the Seamus style tour was the Hill of Tara. 'All sorts of Royal people did a lot of royal things up here' Seamus explained in his best tour guide voice. 'Seat of the High kings of Ireland' he elaborated further. Harry smiled at the expressions on his friends face. 'Right well we best be off then, lots to see' they ducked behind a stone and apparated away.
'Welcome to County Cork Harry in front of us is Blarney Castle.' It was an ancient relic, there were large stone steps leading up to the castle doors. Harry and Seamus made their way up the steps to the large wooden door. 'If we walk up some more steps then we will see the Blarney stone, if you kiss the stone then it is said that you will blessed with the gift of the gab' Seamus mused. 'Don't think you need to kiss it then Shay' Harry teased.
Seamus punched his arm and continued up the steps. 'Now you have to lay on your back Harry and bend backwards to kiss the stone.' Seamus explained. Two steel railings were placed either side of the stone, Harry lay down in the gap. 'Ill hold onto you so you don't tumble backwards' Seamus offered placing his hands on Harry's hips as he tipped his head backwards. A sensation shot through Harry like a bolt of lightening when he felt Seamus' hands touch his hips. What in the name of Merlin was that Harry thought? This is not the time or the place to be reacting to a simple touch must be some myth attached to this stone Seamus didn't tell me about, he concluded. Thinking that any other explanation was outrageous.
Harry sat back up and looked at Seamus, a warm feeling went through him; he inwardly cursed whatever it was that was making itself known. It was Seamus you don't get warm feelings about your good friends Harry told himself sternly. The pair walked back down the steps and into the most beautiful gardens Harry had ever laid eyes on. It was like world of magic. There were plants and trees from many different countries displayed around the large area. Harry was in awe of the beauty, obviously Seamus was too because there had been no accompanying speech when they had come in here. Neville would love this he thought; his Hogwarts classmate was fascinated with plants of all kinds. This would blow him away.
There was a café in the gardens so Seamus and Harry had some lunch seated at an outdoor table so they could enjoy the view. 'Where to next young tour guide' Harry asked. 'We are off to County Dublin my dear Harry, there was a muggle TV show called Game of Thrones that was filmed there. We are going to see something called the Giants Causeway' Seamus told Harry.
They finished lunch and found a secluded spot to apparate from. Landing just near a row of trees Harry's mouth gaped open in amazement if what the biggest tunnel like landmark he had ever seen. Hagrid would have loved this he thought to himself. He knew nothing about the show Seamus was talking about, but the view was spectacular.
Seamus took Harry to the Northern part of Ireland and its capital Belfast. They had dinner at a pub and listened to a band play traditional Irish music. Harry tapped his foot along to the beat; he really was having a great time. He had originally thought of moving on after a week or so going to another country, but something was telling him that it wasn't quite time to leave just yet, he decided that he really didn't want to leave, he couldn't pinpoint why.
Returning to Kildare and the pub Harry and Seamus sat at the table enjoying whiskey and each other's company. It was when Seamus had one too many that he started talking about Dean again. 'I miss him so much Harry, he was my best friend, and I loved him.' Seamus sobbed. 'Were you and Dean a couple' Harry asked although he wasn't sure why. 'No nothing like that he was like my brother, Dean wasn't gay, I mean I am but he wasn't' he was just my best friend. The inconvenient lightning bolt returned at this news Harry really wished it would bugger off. Harry told Seamus he felt the same when Remus and Tonks had been killed, he thought of them like family and now he felt completely alone.
Harry decided that he needed to get Seamus home and maybe get a coffee into him. Placing his arm around the drunken Irish boy he walked the short distance to the house, after wrestling the key off Seamus he got him inside and settled on the sofa. He went into the kitchen, when he couldn't find what he need Harry conjured a cup of strong coffee and took it into Seamus. Taking tentative sips Seamus calmed some. 'I really shouldn't drink; it just makes me think of Dean more. He mused. 'Maybe not, but I can understand why you do' said Harry kindly. ' I'm really glad you came here Harry' Seamus remarked. 'So am I shay' he smiled. He made sure Seamus was alright and headed back to the pub, he went up to his room changed for bed and sunk down under the covers.
His mind wasn't consumed with bad images that night, Harry dreamt not of Voldemort or the war, but of him and Seamus in what you could only describe as many different compromising positions. Harry woke the next morning absolutely mortified with the perverted things his mind had come up with. Its Seamus I have never thought about Seamus like that or in those positions before either thank you very much, I must be going mad, after affects of the war, mind playing tricks on me. He didn't feel anything for Seamus other than friendship right? Or did he. These questions tumbled around in Harry's mind while he showered and dressed for the day.
He and Seamus spent a very enjoyable day exploring Galway in the west of Ireland, this offered rugged coastline and jagged cliff edges. The pair wandered the streets soaking up the culture and atmosphere it offered. They ate in cozy cafes and walked down along the ocean shore. Seamus continued with his tour guide commentary whenever they came across something of interest and even when they didn't. He gave a very interesting speech about a bird that had landed on a nearby pole, causing Harry to double over in fits of laughter.
Seamus watched Harry has he laughed, his emerald green eyes lit up and practically glowed when smiled or laughed. Seamus didn't think he had ever seen Harry laugh like that in all the time he had known him. The sight made Seamus' heart flutter and warmth spread through him.
Get a grip on yourself you Irish fool, this is Harry you are talking about here you're friend, yes he is gay but that doesn't mean you start noticing the way his eyes light up. There must be an imp about causing me to think like this can be the only explanation or the little people up to mischief. It certainly couldn't be the fact that he found Harry attractive and was beginning to think of him as more than a friend. No definitely not.
That night Harry and Seamus found themselves in Dublin at one of nightclubs Seamus had heard about from Dom at the pub. There was music, dancing and a great atmosphere surrounding the two Gryffindor. Harry even convinced Seamus to get up and have a dance, something that he would never have normally done. Harry couldn't help but noticed how Seamus moved on the dance floor, his body in time with the beat.
He had more muscles than Harry had ever noticed before. Quite a nice body too. Harry James Potter you stop that right now, what in the name of magic has gotten into you, first erotic dreams now your complimenting his body, good grief this Irish air is sending you balmy. Harry tried his damndest to concentrate on anything but the way his friend moved, but his mind was having none of it, it had taken control over his eyes forcing him to glance at the Irish boy every chance he got.
Seamus had noticed that Harry was having some sort of argument with himself; he was shaking his head and for a time was staring at his feet, occasionally glancing up at Seamus then quickly looking back down. He wished Harry would look at him, those beautiful emerald eyes gleaming in the darkness. Oh dear Merlin obviously I have taken a blow to the head and not realised must be delayed concussion, because here I go fantasising about his eyes again and what they do to me. Right no more dancing or drinking it's affecting the part of your brain where you shouldn't be checking out your mate and his eyes.
Thinking the same thing the pair made their way back to the table and sat down. Still not able to look Seamus in the eye stood again and went towards the bar, he ordered two pints of Guinness and pushed through the crowd to where he and Seamus were seated. He placed one of the pints in front of his friend and took a sip of his own. If the mind demon was going to quiet then he would drown it in Guinness.
Needing to get back on some even footing Seamus asked Harry what he would like to do the next day if he didn't already have anything planned. Only thing I've got planned is checking you out you gorgeous Irish hunk. Harry shook his head and took another swig of his beer determined to shut this thing up. Hunk since when had he ever thought of Seamus as a hunk. Just a minute ago in case you have forgotten. Oh Merlin Harry thought this was getting embarrassing.
After a night of dreams beyond his control Harry and Seamus apparated to a called Limerick it was in the south of Ireland and it was known of it medieval history. He was beginning to get the impression that Ireland was home to a lot of castles everywhere Seamus had taken him there was castle. Harry's new name for Ireland was the land of many castles. The name of the place was also known as a short poem Harry nearly fainted from laughing so hard when Seamus recited such a poem in a dramatised voice. That smile that laugh thought Seamus as he watched Harry, enough you idiot you're obviously lacking in oxygen or otherwise you wouldn't be thinking like this again for the millionth time.
Regaining his composure Harry and Seamus made their way to a farmers market. The smells were absolutely intoxicating. Harry just wanted to grab some of everything and start eating. They did buy some cheeses and breads Seamus suggested they take it to a nearby park and eat. They lounged on the grass watching the world pass them by. Harry stretched out on the grass and laid his head back. He was extremely full after the delicious lunch. He closed his eyes and let the sun warm him. Mighty fine specimen laying there Seamus mused as he looked over at Harry. Oh for Merlin's sake you are going straight to a doctor tomorrow delirium has set in, you need to have your head examined.
Seamus averted his gaze and concentrated on the grass he was sitting on before Harry opened his eyes and caught him drooling like a lovesick teen. Unbeknownst to Seamus Harry had felt the boy's gaze on him, habit from having a madman try to kill you; he always knew when he was being watched. Would mind some Irish goodness stretched out here beside me. Get your mind out of the gutter Harry he scolded himself or the mind demon. This thing really needed to find someone else to torture or Harry was booking himself into St Mungo's for treatment.
The remainder of the afternoon was spent seeing more sights and enjoying the warm summer day, by the time they got back to Kildare Harry was starving. Seamus invited him for dinner save having to eat at the pub. Seamus was a very talented cook and had Harry's taste buds tingling and his mouth watering. Just like old times they ate Bertie Botts every flavored beans played exploding snap and a very interesting game of Wizards Chess. Walking back to the pub later that night Harry let his mind wander to the time he had spent with Seamus. He hadn't felt this happy in a long time, even though the grief from that he lost was still there he had been able to carry on with his life, knowing that those he had lost would always hold a special place in his heart.