mini!fic
Look! I can still kind of write!
Dedicated to chapstickmess for being a wonderful boo, and to a certain collared goth of my aquaintence for being the template.
Disclaimer: not mine, as usual.
Raiting: R
Summary: Sometimes what works isn't the norm, but hey. Whatever floats your boat. S/D
It had taken the other boys in the dorm a while to get used to things once Seamus and Dean finally got together. As Ron put it, it wasn't weird that they were together - everyone could see they were supposed to be together - it was just the way they went about it.
"It's disconcerting," he told Dean one day as they were walking to class. "Seamus'll be chatting with us, perfectly normally, then in you come and he practically apparates to your side."
Dean had shrugged and opened his mouth to say something when Ron continued.
"The collar's a little weird too, you know."
It wasn't ostentatious, it wasn't large and showy, it was a simple black velvet strip with no tie or obvious closure that had appeared around Seamus' neck the morning after their last big fight, the ending of which no one had seen but everybody knew about. Seamus never took it off as far as anyone could tell, and the one time Harry had suggested he do so ("Really Seamus, why not just take it off when you're going to classes? Everybody's always staring at you.") Seamus had almost hit the other boy.
But a few months had passed and everyone eventually began to accept it. Seamus didn't really act as though that much had changed - he still flirted outrageous with anything that sat still long enough, was still amazingly tactile with his friends, and when parties were held in the common room he was still the loudest and most rambunctious - but there was a difference. There was a difference in the way Dean watched his every move - no longer jealously, now there was an air of benign indulgence. There was a difference in the way Seamus moved - as though he knew he was being watched, as though he were almost putting on a show. And, of course, every now and then anyone watching would get to see the biggest difference.
***
They were throwing a party in the Common Room for the 7th years who would be leaving in a few weeks. Ron had even gotten the twins to cater, both with their own stock and with a few bottles they'd picked up from Rosmerta - who almost certainly knew what they were going to be used for and had sold them to Fred with a wink. Everyone had been in high spirits, especially Parvati who'd broken up with her boyfriend in Ravenclaw earlier in the week and seemed to be making up for lost time.
"Come on Seamus, dance with me?"
"Of course, oh moon of my delight," he'd answered with a grin, emptying his glass of firewhiskey and letting her tug him out onto the makeshift dance floor.
It probably would have gone like every other party that had been thrown over the years if Parvati hadn't been quite so pushy. She told Lavender later that she
Dedicated to chapstickmess for being a wonderful boo, and to a certain collared goth of my aquaintence for being the template.
Disclaimer: not mine, as usual.
Raiting: R
Summary: Sometimes what works isn't the norm, but hey. Whatever floats your boat. S/D
It had taken the other boys in the dorm a while to get used to things once Seamus and Dean finally got together. As Ron put it, it wasn't weird that they were together - everyone could see they were supposed to be together - it was just the way they went about it.
"It's disconcerting," he told Dean one day as they were walking to class. "Seamus'll be chatting with us, perfectly normally, then in you come and he practically apparates to your side."
Dean had shrugged and opened his mouth to say something when Ron continued.
"The collar's a little weird too, you know."
It wasn't ostentatious, it wasn't large and showy, it was a simple black velvet strip with no tie or obvious closure that had appeared around Seamus' neck the morning after their last big fight, the ending of which no one had seen but everybody knew about. Seamus never took it off as far as anyone could tell, and the one time Harry had suggested he do so ("Really Seamus, why not just take it off when you're going to classes? Everybody's always staring at you.") Seamus had almost hit the other boy.
But a few months had passed and everyone eventually began to accept it. Seamus didn't really act as though that much had changed - he still flirted outrageous with anything that sat still long enough, was still amazingly tactile with his friends, and when parties were held in the common room he was still the loudest and most rambunctious - but there was a difference. There was a difference in the way Dean watched his every move - no longer jealously, now there was an air of benign indulgence. There was a difference in the way Seamus moved - as though he knew he was being watched, as though he were almost putting on a show. And, of course, every now and then anyone watching would get to see the biggest difference.
***
They were throwing a party in the Common Room for the 7th years who would be leaving in a few weeks. Ron had even gotten the twins to cater, both with their own stock and with a few bottles they'd picked up from Rosmerta - who almost certainly knew what they were going to be used for and had sold them to Fred with a wink. Everyone had been in high spirits, especially Parvati who'd broken up with her boyfriend in Ravenclaw earlier in the week and seemed to be making up for lost time.
"Come on Seamus, dance with me?"
"Of course, oh moon of my delight," he'd answered with a grin, emptying his glass of firewhiskey and letting her tug him out onto the makeshift dance floor.
It probably would have gone like every other party that had been thrown over the years if Parvati hadn't been quite so pushy. She told Lavender later that she