Chapter Fifty Three
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“Dude,” a voice came from Hannah’s sofa as she came in from her late shift at the library. She hated late shift’s, seeing as all that meant was spending several hours re-shelving the books with an increasingly uptight and shrill Hermione. There were only so many times you could stand Hermione saying “No, that goes in human biology section, not marine biology.” in three hours.
Of course, coming back to your flat and having a hot, drunk Irishman sat on your couch in boxers with dancing shamrocks on always made a bad day better, even if he was gay.
“Dude?” Hannah repeated carefully, not knowing what sort of dude that could have been. “Dude as in…?”
“Dude as in, ‘dude if your ex and you current boyfriend’s get off with each other are you entitled to go to the nearest person’s flat and drink their beer in large quantities‘?”
“I should think so, yes.” Hannah plopped down next to Seamus and opened herself a beer. “Nice boxers by the way.”
“Thanks,” Seamus replied glumly.
Hannah put her arm around Seamus and he snuggled into her shoulder gladly.
“Now let me get this straight, this has something to do with Theodore and Ron, right?”
Seamus looked up sharply. “How’d you guess about Ron?”
“Seamus hun, it’s not hard. There’s so much UST between you two that you can nearly see it.”
“Yeah well, s not my fault he’s hot.”
“True,” Hannah replied thoughtfully. “It is a Weasley thing.” She shook her head to clear the mental images. “But anyway, what happened?”
“Me an Ron an Theo kinda got off,” Seamus mumbled, burrowing further in.
“And this is a problem because…?”
“Coz I really like Theo an I really like Ron but Ron needs to shag Draco cuz there’s even more of the US whatever you said between them and I’m confused,“ Seamus whined.
Hannah sighed. If there was one thing worse than confused teenage girls, it was confused teenage guys. Worse than that was confused, gay teenage guys. Worse than that was confused, drunk, gay teenage guys. Worse than that was confused, drunk, depressed gay teenage guys. And then somewhere above that was Seamus. “it’ll be okay hun, you’ll see. Just sit back and let them sort themselves out.”
Seamus nodded and then suddenly sat up. “Thanks Han. Do you know how pretty you are?” he asked seriously, looking at her critically and raising a hand up to brush her fringe away from her face. She blushed and squirmed. “No really. Why don’t you have a boyfriend?”
Hannah raised an eyebrow. She was rather good at it, it ran in the family. “I do. His name is Michael.”
“’S a shame.”
“Why…?” Hannah asked cautiously.
“Coz I was gunna do this,” Seamus said, lunging forward and attaching his mouth to Hannah’s for a few seconds, before slumping over sideways and beginning to snore.
Hannah sat with her mouth open for several seconds before closing it and shaking herself. “Seamus?” she tried. No response. “Right.”
She swung herself off the sofa and searched out a pad of pink heart shaped Post-It notes. Tearing on off, she quickly scribbled;
“Sea,
Gone to bed. We’re all going to the park for a BBQ tomorrow if you feel up to it. If not, enjoy your hangover!
Hannah x”
Then, marching over to the couch, she promptly stuck it on Seamus’s forehead.
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