Speed Drabble: 3 in the morning

Slash September: Seamus

Back to School: spending a holiday at Hogwarts

Word Count: 446


"Do you have any idea what time it is?" Seamus groans when Dean wakes him.

He supposes he shouldn't complain. As much as he loves sleep, he loves his boyfriend more. Still, being woken up without warning is more than a little annoying.

"Three in the morning," Dean answers with a smug smirk.

Of course he knows. Seamus shouldn't be surprised. Dean never does anything just for the hell of it. Everything he does seems to be so calculated.

"Which means we have time together before the others wake," Dean adds, gesturing around the dormitory. "Merry Christmas."

"Christmas already?"

He doesn't know how he managed to not notice the holiday's arrival. Maybe it's being at Hogwarts when he's usually at home with his family. A smile tugs at his lips as he wraps his arms around Dean. "Our first holiday together," he murmurs.

His boyfriend kisses his cheek before pulling away with a soft chuckle. "You're so sappy, Shay," he teases. "Such a softie."

"Oi! I'll have you know I am not soft!" Seamus insists.

Dean snorts, shaking his head. "Whatever you say, you great big teddy bear."

Seamus rolls his eyes. It's true enough. At least, it's true where Dean is concerned. There's something about the other boy that makes it so easy for Seamus to relax and feel safe. He doesn't have to be on edge, doesn't have to worry.

"I didn't have time to wrap it," Dean says. "Well… I did, but I'm a nightmare when it comes to wrapping presents. But… Here."

Seamus accepts the small box. Curious, he opens it and finds a Muggle chemistry set. Chuckling, he shakes his head. He had expressed interest in the subject when Dean had compared Seamus' knack for explosions to a mad scientist. "It's perfect. I… Well, I didn't wrap yours either, so I reckon we're even."

He sets the chemistry set aside before reaching under the bed. The West Ham kit is still in a bag, and it takes Dean only seconds to get to it.

"How did you find this?" Dean asks, holding the kit against his chest, his expression positively radiant.

"I have my ways."

Seamus won't mention the frustration behind converting Galleons to Muggle money, or the long debate with his mother over whether or not Liverpool was the same thing as West Ham. All that matters is that he came through in the end, and that Dean is happy.

"Can I go back to sleep now?" Seamus asks. "It is three in the morning, you know."

"Only if I can join you."

With that, Seamus shifts over slightly, smiling as Dean snuggles into him. Slowly, he drifts off to sleep once again.