In Some Other Existence

Anonymous: May I prompt some more Deamus? :) Seamus somehow manages to set his last clean shirt (or other piece of clothing of your choice) on fire and has to borrow one from Dean, whose clothes are like ten sizes to big. How would his day go in such a ridiculously unpractical garment?

Originally posted May 26, 2015, on tumblr

5: Burnt Shirts and Boyfriends

He had to roll the sleeves five times and they were still too long. It went down to his knees, more like a dress than a shirt. The collar dipped down too low, making a tie impractical (not that Seamus wore the ties often; plus he'd burned nearly all of those too). He felt like he was drowning. And this was all because he'd burned up all his shirts.

Not to mention he'd almost caught this shirt on fire at least five times today; the bigger size apparently made for a higher fire hazard. It would've been more practical to ask Harry for a shirt, they were closer in size, but Dean insisted and Seamus hadn't been able to say no to him yet. Besides, his mam was sending him new shirts and they should arrive tomorrow. He just had to last one day.

"Oh, look!" a shrill voice cried. "Finnigan's wearing his boyfriend's shirt today!"

Seamus flinched at Pansy Parkinson's exclamation, and noticed her standing with Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle across the courtyard. They all started leering and approaching slowly.

Godric, he didn't need this right now. McGonagall and several portraits had already criticized his sloppy appearance, the shirt kept getting caught on things, and he felt like a child in it. He didn't need the Slytherins' grief on top of it all.

"What happened, you mix up your shirts picking them up off the floor this morning?" Malfoy asked, sneering.

"Yeah, almost grabbed yer mum's shirt instead," Seamus snapped, "but that one was eight times bigger than this."

Crabbe and Goyle's jaws dropped and Pansy's eyes widened. Malfoy snarled and drew out his wand.

"You little - " he hissed.

"What's'a matter, Malfoy?" Seamus asked gleefully, reaching for his wand. "Ye make fun of e'ryone else's mums. Can't take what ye dish out?"

"You'll pay - "

"Problem?" Dean asked, appearing at Seamus' side.

Malfoy took a step back, startled by Dean. He curled his lip. "Your boyfriend needs to watch his mouth."

"I agree," Dean said simply, turning to smile down at Seamus. "Here, Malfoy, I'll do you a favor," he said, bending down and pressing his lips to Seamus'.

The Slytherins let out horrible groans and Seamus chuckled as he slide his hands around Dean's hips. When it became clear the couple weren't going to stop, the group stalked away. Dean and Seamus had figured out a few months ago when they started dating that the best way to get rid of Malfoy and his gang was just to make out in front of them, which was fine by them.

"Thomas! Finnigan!" McGonagall barked as she approached. "No displays of public affection!"

"Sorry professor," they chorused, grinning as their fingers interlaced at their sides.

McGonagall looked down her nose at Seamus, distastefully eyeing his oversized shirt. "Mr. Finnigan, you're sure your mother is sending you new shirts tomorrow?" she asked.

"Yes, professor," he answered tiredly.

"Good. Well, go along," she said.

They chuckled and began walking together toward Gryffindor Tower.

"You know, I kind of like you in my shirt," Dean said.

"I feel like a child, I do," Seamus complained. "Why're ye so big?"

"You've never complained about that before."

Seamus' face flamed up and he stopped in his tracks, yanking Dean back with his hand when Dean kept walking. Dean laughed hard, kissing the top of Seamus' hand before tugging him along.

"You look like a leprechaun," he continued. "All we need to do is dye your hair red - "

"I've no idea where ye Muggles got yer idea of leprechauns - " Seamus started.

" - give you a green shirt - "

" - but it's completely - "

" - and a shamrock, and we're done."

" - inaccurate," Seamus finished, giving Dean a pinched look.

Dean glanced down at him and laughed again.

"I hate ye, ye know," Seamus said simply.

"Sure, sure," Dean replied, leaning down to kiss him again.