He's high on the victory, so while all celebrations are underway, he lights up the sky with fireworks.
He's lighting another one when a voice speaks up behind him.
"Mind if I join you?" George Weasley has a lopsided grin on his freckled face and a slightly crazed look in his eye. Seamus lifts an eyebrow.
"Sure," he replies, standing up and handing George the match.
George kneels down on the rubble-strewn ground and touches the match to the firework, which rockets into the sky and explodes in a royal-blue burst.
They take turns lighting the fireworks, watching as they explode in various colors.
Seamus doesn't notice as George inches closer and closer, until he's practically breathing down his neck. He can feel the body heat coming off of him in waves and it makes him sweat—but not because he's hot.
"Can I kiss you?" George asks out of the blue.
Seamus starts. "I'm sorry?"
For the first time in his life, George looks nervous. "I understand if you don't want to—I mean, I've had this massive crush on you for a long time—again, I don't mind if you say—"
Seamus cuts him off there, leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss on his lips. "I—I like you too," he says shyly, looking down.
Their lips are about to meet when Percy comes dashing in. "George, I—oh," he breaks off, seeing his brother involved in an intimate moment. "Well, I'll just—go then. Pretend I was never here."
"Bloody pain in the arse," George mutters as Percy scuttles away. "Now, where were we?"
"We were confessing our undying love for each other," Seamus teases, puckering his lips. George laughs.
"Let's get on with that, shall we?"
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Writing Club - Book Club: Curly; Showtime - 13. Percy Weasley; Amber's Attic - Slash 8