anonymous asked:

Deamuussssss "Okay, am I drunk or did you really just say that?"

137. “Okay, am I drunk or did you really just say that?”

“Okay, next round’s on me.”

“Nonsense. We’re celebrating your and Harry’s engagement. The bride-to-be does not pay for drinks.”

“Fine, then everyone give me their money. I’m at least still fetching them.”

There was shuffling around the booth as everyone reached into their pockets for money, and after collecting the coins and everyones drink orders, Ginny went up to the bar.

“She’s a good blade, our Ginny,” Seamus said, draining the last of his pint.

“Yeah, she’s the best,” Harry replied dreamily, resting his chin on his arms as he looked over to where Ginny was trying to get the attention of the bartender.

“Yeh know, it’s a real good thing yeh called dibs on her,” Seamus continued, his words slurring slightly. “Otherwise I might be tryin’ teh marry her.”

At this, Dean snorted. “Okay, am I drunk or did you really just say that?”

“What?” replied Seamus, turning to his boyfriend and looking offended.

“You realize Ginny is a girl right?” Dean said, his voice amused. “And you’re bent as–”

“–a nine bob note, yeah yeah,” Seamus finished. “Listen, love can overcome all sorts of obstacles.”

“Is that right?”

“Just because yeh missed yehr shot with Ginny doesn’t mean there’s no hope for me.”

“You better consider yourself lucky I missed my shot with Ginny. Otherwise I wouldn’t have settled for your arse.”

Seamus grinned. “Yeah, that’s true.” He leaned over and gave Dean a kiss on the lips.

“Are you two done talking about stealing away my girlfriend?” Harry interjected. Dean broke away from Seamus.

“She’s your fiancée, mate. You better get used to saying it.”

“Hey, he’s got time,” Ron chimed in. Then, raising his voice so he could be heard across the room. “Oi, Gin! You gonna come back with those drinks before we have beards like Dumbledore?”

Ginny weaved her way through the crowd, levitating the drinks in front of her with her wand. “Careful, Ronald. Or these are going on your head.”

Despite her threat, Ginny simply lowered the drinks down on the table and everyone grabbed their orders.

“Speaking of beards,” said Neville casually, taking a sip of his Firewhisky, “would you like to hear about how Seamus wants you to be his?”

I’m imagining the epilouge but with Neville’s kid instead of Harry’s.
  • Sensibly Named Child:Dad, what if the hat puts me in Slytherin?
  • Neville:Then it means you really are a Slytherin. Do you have any idea how hard I begged to be a Hufflepuff? How hard I argued with the hat against Gryffindor? And you know what, it turns out the hat was right and I pulled the sword out of the hat and killed the snake. It's a magical hat and you're an eleven year old who thinks Axe works to attract girls. You know nothing, listen to the hat.

I had a thought: Neville’s greatest fear was Snape. And for ten months of every year for seven years, he went back and faced that fear over and over and over again. It would be like tossing Ron into a nest of spiders every day. Or pitching Harry against a Dementor every day. Neville went back for Potions every time, never skipped out, never ran away. Kid was braver than anyone ever noticed from the very beginning, even before he started standing up for himself.

  • Harry:Hey Neville, how are my kids doing at Hogwarts?
  • Neville:*flashbacks of James in detention for wandering the corridors after curfew, Albus in detention for being caught with his hand down Scorpius Malfoy's pants, Lily in detention for punching a boy who said girls are weak*
  • Neville:Haha, just peachy! No worries, Harry!

Although there were several moments when I wanted to say ‘Avada kedavra’ to this piece, I’m quite happy how it turned out. =) Thank you J.K. Rowling for inspiring me and so many others with the stories of these enchanting characters. 

This will be available on my etsy shop withing the week. I’ve got to get everything ready for the ‘Outbreak Expo’ at Frank&Sons this weekend first though. *laughs* Hopefully I’ll see some of y’all there!