A/N: Written for three events on the Hogwarts Challenges and Assignments forum. The first is Pirates of the Black Lake - Jack Sparrow (genre) adventure. The second is Slash September using Dean (Dean/Seamus). The third is Back to School using the object desk. Word count: 541
Warning for some violence. This takes place during the Battle of Hogwarts.
Stay Close
Spells flew over Dean's head in rapid succession. He swore to himself as he crouched behind the desk he'd tipped over onto its side. He looked behind him, trying to find a way out of the classroom without going around the two Death Eaters, but they'd boxed him inside and had no intention of leaving the door unguarded.
He tried to remember how he'd come to be trapped in the room in the first place, but there had been—was—too much happening to recall what had spurred him to rush into the classroom to look for cover.
Peeking over the desk with wand in hand, he prepared to fire a spell, but catching sight of a new figure in the doorway, he froze.
"Stupify!"
One of the Death Eaters fell to the ground, and the other spun around to find Seamus with his wand pointed at his chest.
Dean's heart pounded as he took in the cuts that littered Seamus' skin, his busted lip, the way he was leaning to one side as if it was the only way he could stand. At least he was alive. Dean had been trying not to think of the other possibility.
The Death Eater raised his wand, and Dean took the opportunity to aim, shooting a stunning spell at the man's back. He fell on top of his friend. They'd both be sore when they woke, but hopefully, they'd have greater concerns than physical discomfort.
"What the bloody hell are you doing?" Seamus shouted as he rushed forward and tugged Dean out from behind the desk. "Off by yourself! Letting yourself get cornered! You could've bloody died!"
"But I'm not dead," Dean pointed out, stunned by Seamus' sudden presence.
Seamus swore under his breath before pulling Dean close. Sounds of battle echoed down the halls, but Dean let himself soak in Seamus' presence. When his best friend spoke, they were pressed together tightly enough for Dean to feel the words as much as he could hear them.
"We haven't talked about what happened before you disappeared last summer."
"Later," Dean said, pressing his cheek into Seamus' shoulder. "Once the fighting is over."
Seamus pulled away just far enough to look at Dean with wide eyes.
"Like hell we're waiting that long," he muttered before surging forward and capturing Dean's lips with his own.
Dean kissed him back, almost forgetting the battle raging around them. He'd been dreaming of Seamus' lips for years, but the dreams had taken on a greater potency once he'd learned what they really felt like. Even his recent dreams didn't compare to reality.
His hands gathered the folds of Seamus' robes, pulling him closer, but all too soon, Seamus pulled away. He gave a short laugh at Dean's pout, giving him one more quick kiss before he removed his arms from Dean's waist and took his hand instead.
"There is a battle going on," he said. "This time, stay close to me."
His tone left little room for argument, but Dean had no desire to leave his side anyway. He hurried after Seamus, quickly forcing the fog that the kiss had created from his mind. He would do everything in his power to make sure there was another in their future.