Seamus and Dean more than likely went to the Quidditch World Cup together.
Dean had probably read about all of the most interesting Cups since he first learned of the Magic World’s favorite sport, but thought it impossible that he’d actually be able to see one.
Of course Seamus knew that Dean would love the Ireland vs. Bulgaria match, so he convinced his mother to get an extra ticket when she ordered them, and quickly sent an owl to the Thomas household about ‘having an extra ticket if Dean wanted it no big deal’.
Unfortunately, since the tickets were bought last minute, Mrs. Finnigan was unable to get a bigger tent, so they were stuck trying to sort the three people attending into two bedrooms.
Dean and Seamus would totally act like it was no problem if they had to share a bed, but both of them were slightly overjoyed that they’d be spending the last week or two of summer break in such close proximity, though neither would admit that to the other for years.
And when Ireland won the game, if they partied a little too hard and fell asleep, exhausted in each other’s arms, Mrs. Finnigan wouldn’t mention it but would definitely be shipping her son and his best friend on the down-low, because it was impossible to view the way they looked at one another and feel that it was 100% platonic.
Okay okay but let’s talk about that Deamus height difference YEAH??!!
-Dean is SIX FOOT THREE, ya’ll -Seamus is FIVE FUCKING THREE -IS THAT NOT THE CUTEST HEIGHT DIFFERENCE THAT IS A WHOLE
FUCKING FOOT WHY ARE WE NOT TALKING MORE ABOUT THIS!!??? -Seamus bein’ all DEAN I CAN’T REACH and Dean reaching up to grab something for him and Seamus tickling that little bit of skin that shows when his shirt rides up -Dean growing up a HUGE LOTR fan and calling Seamus his hobbit and Seamus HATES Tolkien so it makes him SO MAD -DEAN HAVING TO BEND OVER TO GIVE SEAMUS FOREHEAD KISSES AND SEAMUS STANDING ON HIS TIPTOES TO KISS DEAN’S CHEEK
-Seamus is totally the kind of guy who complains that Dean walks to fast with his too long legs and demands piggy back rides fight me on this
-Seamus asking Dean to get up and get him things and Dean telling him his legs work fine and Seamus coming back with well your’s are longer you’ll get there faster
I could do more but I’m going to stop here for now just DEAMUS HEIGHT DIFFERENCE IS LIFE
Confession: I am a nerd and seriously bothered by movie mistakes and even though there are two immensely obvious ones in poa, it's still my fave. 1) When the shrunken head on the knight bus counts down, he says "10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 3 1/2, 2, 1 3/4". 3 1/2 should come before 3. 2) When Seamus runs up the staircase only to face the singing fat lady, you can clearly see a big X where he is supposed to stand at the top of the stairs. Anyway. Done nerding out.
OH MY GOD THE MISCOUNTING THING HAS BOTHERED ME FOREVER TOO?? i will literally punch someone likE WHO LET THAT HAPPEN AND WHY (also i never noticed the thing with seamus but i’ll def look out for it now!!)
Fandom: Harry Potter Warning/s: Wee bit of violence Rating: Mature Pairing/s: Draco x Reader
Summary: Draco has been avoiding you ever since he found out about your being an animagus, but you’re not sure whether you want to talk to him or not. When Blaise and he get into a fight in the middle of Potions, you decide you’ve made up your mind on the matter.
“Ah, come on, Y/N,” Seamus goaded, nudging your shoulder for
the fourth time that morning. “I’m tellin’ ya: you’d be a great addition to the
Gryffindor Quidditch team!”
“I’ve already said no,
Seamus,” you told him firmly, turning your attention solely to the fried bread
and scrambled eggs in front of you.
“What’s this about?” Ron asked as he slumped down beside you
and began shovelling sausages and baked beans onto his plate. “You trying out
for Quidditch, Y/N?”
“No!” you snapped.
“Seamus reckons I should but I don’t want to.”
Seamus turned his efforts onto your three friends now,
levelling with the two boys who had just arrived and the bushy-haired brunette
who had come down to breakfast with you. “I’ve seen her play since she were in
pigtails, and she’s fantastic! A chaser to rival Angelina, I’m tellin’ ya!”
Harry mulled this over before addressing you with, “Maybe
you should try out then, Y/N. I mean we need all the decent players we can get
if we’re gonna beat Malfoy and the rest of the Slytherins.”
You choked on your mouthful of pumpkin juice at the mention
of Draco’s name.
After the Funeral - A Dean/Seamus Oneshot (part 1/7)
“Some students were hurried away from Hogwarts by their parents over the next couple of days - the Patil twins were gone before breakfast on the morning following Dumbledore’s death […]. Seamus Finnigan, on the other hand, refused point-blank to accompany his mother home; they had a shouting match in the Entrance Hall which was resolved when she agreed that he could remain behind for the funeral. She had difficulty in finding a bed in Hogsmeade, Seamus told Harry and Ron, for wizards and witches were pouring into the village, preparing to pay their last respects to Dumbledore.” – Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince
People were getting up, preparing to leave, and the silence that had hung over the grounds began to disperse into rustles of fabric and low conversations. Everybody was dressed in black, and it made a weird contrast to the blinding white of the tomb where they had just buried their headmaster.
Seamus didn’t move yet, and neither did Dean, because they both knew that Seamus’ mother was standing in the back rows, waiting to take him home. Right after the funeral, she’d said, and she meant it. Seamus’ suitcase had already been collected and sent home, and Seamus knew there was no sense in arguing any more than he had already done, but he still couldn’t bring himself to move.
Rumour was going around that they were thinking of closing the school. Dumbledore had been murdered. Everything was falling apart.
Imagine if one day During one of Dean’s classes, Seamus sprinted in, out of breath clutching his wand. The teacher would scowl walking over to the Sandy haired boy.
“OYI! DEAN! Come ‘ere!” Seamus would say running to his friends seat and pulling him out of his chair.
“Seamus what’s-” before he could finish, Seamus would flick his wand shouting a spell and soon, Dean would be looking up at Seamus.
They had switched heights.
“SEAMUS! WHAT THE BLOODY HELL DID U DO!” Dean would shout, his robes hanging lose all over his body.
Seamus, on the other hand was laughing. His robes that were usually a bit lose fit him perfectly, before anything else could be said- he sprinted away, still howling with laughter leaving his friend in disappointment and shock.
Seamus was packing things into a suitcase as quickly as he could. Before his roommate Dean came home. He was so very exhausted of all of this. It hurt too much to be here right now. He needed to sort himself out and move on.
He knew moving in with Dean after school ended was a mistake. Having him around 24/7 with his typewriter being the only distraction wasn’t working for him. Every domestic scene he had ever imagined with him danced in his eyes every morning, and he was so stupid thinking they would somehow come true. Seamus knew better than to let the lovesick side of himself get the best of him.
A month into their new life together, Dean decided to begin seeing Ginny Weasley. It would’ve been so much easier to hate her, it would’ve been easier if she had been rude, self absorbed and dull. But no, she played professional quidditch for a living and everything came alive around her, as if she were the human embodiment of Mother Earth. She adored and encouraged Seamus’ writing.
He couldn’t. Because he was sure that he was meant to be with Dean, that he was his soulmate, ever since he was fourteen. He knew then it was all rubbish, but he felt it so strongly he thought it must’ve been true. The writer and the artist, together forever. Since when had Seamus believed in fairy tales?
His head pounded every time Ginny would come over for dinner, and Dean would be so loving towards her. He would always be holding her hand, kissing her on the cheek, or his hand on her leg. Dean couldn’t help himself; when he loved, he loved with all that he was. He didn’t want anyone to be deprived of it.
Seamus was going to miss movie nights in a fort of blankets and popcorn stuck in between the cushions. And football nights, when Dean would get so riled up and get crisps all over the carpet. Quiet nights talking about life and its mysteries, slightly buzzed. His feelings would never see the light of day. Those were all going to become Ginny’s memories.
I don’t wanna be your friend, I just wanna be your lover. No matter how it ends, no matter how it starts…
Bloody fitting, Seamus thought to himself as those words flowed into his ears from his headphones.
He finished packing and made his way to the front door. Rotten luck made it so that Dean was coming in, paint splattered all over his clothes. A dot of yellow paint was on his nose.
“Seamus? Where are you going?” Dean asked, holding a hand out to Seamus’ upper arm as he passed.
“To my parents’ for a while,” Seamus said. He was tired of lying to him. “I can’t focus here, it’s a bit suffocating.” he attempted a chuckle, but it came out as a whimper.
“I’ve known you practically all my life, Finnigan. I’m not letting you leave until you tell me the truth.”
Seamus let go of his suitcase, placing it gently on the floor. Why the hell not, he was going away anyway, what did it matter now? Seamus had let it all rot and fester inside of him for years. Perhaps it would do him good.
“Fine, you wanna know what’s wrong?” He let his palm slap against the table. “I can’t do this anymore. Pretend I’m fine being friends.”
Dean blinked several times, trying to comprehend what Seamus was saying. “What? Are you saying you don’t want to be friends anymore? Whatever I did, I’m sorry - I can make it up -”
Seamus laughed. He wiped at his eyes, glad that the insanity covered his sadness and exhaustion. “That’s the thing - you didn’t do anything. It’s all me. I did this to myself.”
“Seamus, you’re not making any sense, mate.”
“None of this makes any sense!” Seamus yelled, letting eight years of frustration, hidden glances, and repressed feelings go. They collided against Dean, everything he had wanted to say.
“See, the problem is I have enough friends, Dean,” he got closer to him, throwing caution to the wind. “And I don’t want you to be one of them. I want more,”
Dean’s dark eyes scanned his, and Seamus thought that maybe he saw the story, mapped out on his face. He saw the pain in his eyes and his quivering fingers, begging to touch him.
“And don’t you dare say I’ll find someone else,” Tears were prickling his eyes and he feared that crying would make him lose his momentum. “Because for me, you’re it. You’re the only one I want.”
That was it. Seamus felt so light he could float up on the ceiling. There was nothing else to hide, the weight of the secret was gone.
“But I know you’re in love with Weasley,” Seamus spat bitterly. “Now the house is perfectly empty for you to start your perfect little family.”
Now it was Dean’s turn to be angry. “What are you going on about? Before I bumped into you with your whole life packed in a bag, I was going to say that we split up,”
The anger that had inflated in Seamus chest went down. His mind was just one loud siren, making it impossible for him to think. He didn’t know what to do now. “What?”
Dean nodded. “Yeah, we split up a few hours ago and then I decided to go and paint a bit. You know it’s easier for me to think things out when I’m making art,” he swallowed, looking to a potted plant by the kitchen window. “She’s in love with someone else.”
Seamus decided to fill a glass with water and gulp it down. It didn’t make any sense! “Do you want to sit down and talk about it? Spill the tea?”
Dean was still exasperated at him, but his spirit lifted at the joke. “Why yes Seamus, I would. If you won’t yell at me if I did?” he breathed out, pushing the negativity away. “Anyway, yeah. She met a girl named Luna while she was out at the farm market,”
“Oh my god, Dean, I’m -”
He lifted a hand up to stop him. “Save it. We talked it out and I’ve realized a few things,”
Seamus sat down slowly, intrigued, eyebrow raised. “Yeah? And what might that be?”
Dean smiled. “Well, she fell in love with someone else, and I realized i’ve been in love with someone else all along,”
Seamus choked on his water. “Who?”
“You’re a bit thick, aren’t you? My paint fumes must’ve messed with you.”
Seamus couldn’t help but get angry again; he was sensitive from the hectic chaos of feelings constantly revolving around the flat. “What, no -”
“It’s you, idiot,” Dean answered affectionately. Seamus’ thoughts were mere blurs as they ran from one corner of his mind to the other. The siren increased in volume. “Frankly, it’s always been you. It took me a while to see it, s’all.”
Seamus smile broke free, he couldn’t help himself. He could breathe again. “You’re a bit thick, aren’t you?”
Dean punched him playfully, and suddenly it turned into a full on wrestling match in the living room. And Seamus thought that it would all start with a kiss. He was truly a hopeless romantic. Dean pinned him down against the carpet. His mouth was mere seconds from Seamus’
“Oh and by the way,” he smiled, and Seamus felt his spirit rise from his body. He had died and gone to heaven. “You’re sleeping in my room from now on,”
Like imagine Harry coming in, and Dean pushing Seamus off his bed so the poor Irish boy lands face first on the floor. Harry- ignoring what had just happened, nose dived into his book. While Harry was studying, Seamus had crawled back into Dean’s lap. they were daring each other to make out- first one to make Harry notice anything has to do the others homework. But Harry didn’t notice anything. He was oblivious.
So was Ron.
The boys didn’t even notice when things got heated, no one cared about the small moans or whimpers coming from the two boys hidden behind the bed curtains.
LIKE I SEE SO MANY PEOPLE COMPLAINING ABOUT HIM NOT PLAYING GAMES OR ASKING WHERE GAMES ARE AND SHIT AND IT’S LIKE
I’M HERE TO LISTEN TO HIM TALK. HE COULD BE PLAYING THE DUMBEST FUCKING GAME AND I’D WATCH IT BECAUSE IT’S NOT ABOUT THE GAME. FOR ME IT’S ABOUT SEAMUS
WHEN I WAS FOURTEEN HOMEBOY STARTED TUCKING MY ASS IN BED AND READ ME A BOOK UNTIL I FELL ASLEEP. HE HUGGED ME WHILE I CRIED. WE SHARED ICECREAM AND HOT CHOCOLATE AND WE HAD ONEWAY CONVERSATIONS WHEN I WAS LONELY AND NEEDED SOMETHING TO DISTRACT ME. I’M NINETEEN NOW AND HE’S BEEN DOING THIS FOR YEARS.
THAT’S WHY I MISS HIM. LIKE YEAH HE WAS PRETTY GOOD AT VIDEO GAMES AND UPLOADED CONTENT A LOT, BUT WHAT I MISS MOST ARE THOSE BEDTIME STORIES.