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deathlydragon
Recipient: THE COMMUNITY!
Title: Cookies, Hugs and Kisses
Pairing: Harry/Seamus
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1.885
Summary: Seamus decides that Harry needs cheering up, but he has trouble finding the right way to give him comfort.
Author's Notes: I’m a little rusty when it comes to these characters, so I hope you can forgive me if this has turned out quite fluffy. Hopefully, you can still enjoy it! :) Many thanks to my beta!
“Harry has been looking kind of down lately, right, Dean?”
Seamus nudged his friend with his elbow and pointed towards Harry Potter when Dean finally looked up.
After watching Harry sitting by the fireplace for a moment, Dean shrugged.
“Harry has never been a particularly very cheerful person,” he said, going back to his drawing.
“Yeah, I know, that’s why he needs cheering up. Right?” Seamus elbowed Dean again, receiving an annoyed grumble because one line was crooked now. “Hello? I’m talking to you!”
“Seamus, what do you want to hear?” Dean rubbed his frown away before he reached for the plate of cookies Seamus had brought down from the dorm for them. “That your mother’s cookies take the burden of being the world’s saviour off his shoulders?”
Seamus’ whole face lit up like Dean had just cast Lumos to illuminate the former worry lines. “That’s it!” He snapped the plate up, away from Dean. “Cookies cheer everyone up. Even the Chosen One!”
Dean blinked, flashing a longing look at the cookies. “You’re just going to give him the cookies your mother sent you and assume that’ll solve his problems?”
“Well, we don’t know what his problems are, right? I mean, he’s a hero. What kind of problems can a hero have? Having too many girls?” Seamus grinned, but tilted his head in confusion as Dean rubbed his forehead again before turning back to his drawing.
“Sure, Seamus… What problems can a hero have that cookies can’t solve,” he muttered, ignored Seamus’s snort. He did not stop him when the other made to sit down next to Harry.
Seamus had to clear his throat because Harry was looking into the flames, watching the fire eating up all the wood. “Hey Harry,” he said and held out his plate of cookies when Harry turned his head to look at him with a frown on his face. “Would you like a cookie?”
“Uhm…” Harry shook his head and gave a short smile. “No, thanks.”
“No?” Seamus examined his cookies, searching for something that could be wrong with them.
However, they were nothing short of perfect; unblemished circles with a soft brown colour and chocolate chips. Harry liked chocolate. Seamus had seen him eating Chocolate Frogs all the time so that could not be a problem.
“Why not?”
Harry raised his hand in defence. “I’m just not hungry, Seamus. No offence.”
“But my mum made them with love,” Seamus said, once again offering the plate to Harry, who chuckled softly.
“Her love for me isn’t very deep, if I remember right,” he said and Seamus blushed slightly, putting the plate onto his lap.
“I already apologised,” Seamus mumbled. “Is that why you don’t want my cookies?”
Now, Harry raised both hands and shook his head slightly, opening his mouth to say something, but thinking better of it, and closing it wordlessly not soon after. He gazed down at the cookies and sighed, finally taking one. Seamus beamed at him.
“Thank you, Seamus,” Harry said and turned back to the fireplace, turning the cookie in his fingers and eventually looking down at it, but not even taking a tiny bite. “Uhm, I’ll eat it later,” he eventually said when Seamus kept staring at him in anticipation.
“All right,” Seamus said with a shrug and stood up, scuffing his feet over the ground when he returned to his seat next to Dean, who smirked at him.
“So, did it cheer him up?”
Seamus rolled his eyes, slumping down onto his chair. “Guess he’s still angry with me because of what my mum said about him…”
Dean shook his head. “Don’t think so.”
When Seamus looked at him with a puzzled expression Dean said: “I just think you’d need a huge cookie to cheer him up.”
“Well, not a problem,” Seamus said and pulled out his wand. Dean narrowed his eyes slightly, giving him a warning look. “Metaphor?”
“Err, no, not really,” Dean said amused.
“So, I need to find something else that cheers him up,” Seamus muttered to himself, slapping the back of Dean’s hand as his friend reached for a cookie. “You don’t get one. You were mean to me.”
“Bloody hell, Seamus…” Smashing his quill on the table, Dean leaned over so that he could talk in a low voice. “Harry’s grieving. He just lost his godfather, you know?”
Seamus shook his head and took a cookie. “I didn’t. Did he tell you that?”
“No, Ginny told me.” Dean rolled his eyes. “She likes to talk about Harry, so maybe you understand that I’m kind of tired hearing about him. Don’t start, too.”
“At least she’s finally talking to you,” Seamus said, while munching his cookie. “So, what am I going to do about Harry?”
“No clue, Seamus,” Dean said with a sigh, wiping the crumbs Seamus had spread on his parchment away. “Ask him. I’m going to bed.”
“Stop being so sour tomorrow,” Seamus called after Dean, who stood up and waved over his shoulder, before heading for their dorm. “Honestly…” Scratching the back of his head, Seamus looked back to Harry.
Initially, he resisted the urge to go back to him because he was quite sure that he was the last person on earth someone, who had been through so much, wanted to talk to. Comforting words were not really Seamus Finnigan’s forte. Besides, if the cookies had not helped then maybe he should just leave Harry alone. After all, there was nothing he could do to cheer him up.
Seamus swallowed his cookie. Well, maybe there was something…
“Oi! Harry!” Seamus looked around, making sure that no one was still around, before sitting down next to him on the sofa. Harry, realising who it was, hastily broke a piece off the cookie and showed it to Seamus.
“I’m already at it,” he said and forced a smile. When Seamus did not move away he hastily swallowed. Then he offered Seamus a smile that was a little more sincere than before.
“No, that’s not it!” Seamus raised his hands, showing Harry that he did not bring any more cookies with him this time. “But it’s cool that you like them.”
“So, it’s not poisoned?” Harry asked, the corners of his mouth still slightly lifted.
“I’m not Snape, Harry,” Seamus replied and cleared his throat. “I don’t have a hidden agenda.”
Harry frowned in confusion, shifting his gaze back towards the fireplace when Seamus smiled at him. “Thanks, but I’m fine,” he mumbled and Seamus wondered if he was imagining the blush on his cheeks, because of the highlights and shadows the flames were making on Harry’s face.
“Yeah, sure. You’re just sitting here because you think it’s incredibly amusing,” Seamus said and moved closer, pressing his thigh against Harry’s. “You know what my mum does when I feel down?”
Harry was busy staring at their legs, so he did not answer, raising his eyebrows at Seamus instead. When he finally looked up it was because his arms were suddenly full of Seamus, who had literally thrown himself at Harry, nearly choking him.
“Seamus, what the hell are you doing?” Harry asked, utterly bewildered.
“My mum said that’s the best way to cheer someone up,” Seamus answered hastily, patting Harry’s back until the other boy started coughing.
“What? Trying to strangle me?” Harry’s fingers dug deep into Seamus’s shoulders as he tried to push him away, but Seamus held onto him for dear life.
“I’m giving you a hug,” Seamus explained but Harry just laughed directly into his ear. “Hey, if everyone keeps making fun of me, I’ll be the one in need of comforting.”
“Well, I guess I’m already giving you some sort of hug. The comfort won’t be that hard to add,” Harry said and started patting Seamus’s back, maybe not as roughly as Seamus had done but much too lightly to feel anything. “See?”
“That’s not comforting, Harry. This is comforting!” Seamus stroked Harry’s back to prove his point, slowly and gently running his hands down Harry’s spine and back to his shoulder blades. “Isn’t it?”
“It’s a little weird,” Harry said and seemed relieved when Seamus pulled away a little to look at him.
“Weird?” Seamus grabbed Harry’s shoulders to hold him in place. “Why?”
Harry chuckled, although his cheeks were flushed, his eyes hidden behind his glasses, which were reflecting the firelight. His green irises were a nice and sharp contrast, the image holding Seamus’s gaze a moment too long.
“Because…” Harry cleared his throat. “Well, you’re a boy. I’m a boy. We… uhm…”
“It’s not like I tried to snog you, mate,” Seamus said, amused.
“I didn’t think you were going to… Just…” The look on Harry’s face nearly made Seamus laugh. “It’s just that Ron never hugs me like that. Actually, I can’t even remember the last time he hugged me.”
“That’s the problem, huh?” Seamus wrapped his arms around Harrys’s back once more and pulled him close. “You need the cheering up and Ron’s not able to give it to you. He’s too insensitive for that.”
“And you’re the personification of sensibility, lately?” Harry’s comment was not really encouraging, but Seamus was sure that the hug was more successful than the cookie.
“I’m not as good with words, so I tried something different,” Seamus said and leaned closer until he could nearly feel the heat of Harry’s burning cheeks. “Did it work?”
Thoughtfully, Harry bit his lower lip and gazed directly into Seamus’s eyes. The silence created a visible chasm between them, which neither wanted to cross first. Harry’s eyes flickered from the fire to Seamus’s and suddenly his face was so close that there seemed to be no other option than pressing their mouths together.
Harry’s lips tasted like the cookies, which made it even easier to feel comfortable, but Seamus was unsure if he should really enjoy kissing Harry Potter. But it seemed to be an even better method to cheer Harry up than the hug, because Harry’s hand was suddenly cupping Seamus’s neck and dragging him closer. Seamus automatically made a soft noise, relieved that he finally had found a way to comfort Harry, because if Harry would not enjoy this then he would definitely not deepen the kiss, tongue delving into his mouth.
“Oh, bloody hell!”
They jumped apart, breathless and flushed. Dean was standing at the bottom of the stairs, shielding his eyes with his hands. “Please, don’t get a room, because Ron wouldn’t survive that right in front of him.”
“Don’t you dare, Dean,” Seamus warned. “You’ll get the cookies if you forget about this.”
Slowly, Dean lowered his hand, raising his eyebrows.
“Okay…” He hurried towards the cookies and took the plate with him, waving at Seamus and Harry as he rushed the stairs up again. “Carry on!”
Seamus sighed, gazing after Dean regretfully. “There they go, my beloved cookies.” He froze when Harry leaned forward, bringing his lips very close to Seamus’s ear.
“Thanks,” Harry’s voice muttered. “Uhm… for trying to… cheer me up… Thank you, Seamus.”
Seamus scratched the back of his head and turned back to Harry, finding himself almost touched by the words and realising that it was definitely worth some cookies.
“You’re welcome,” he said and framed Harry’s slightly smiling face, eager to return to his task.
deathlydragonRecipient: THE COMMUNITY!
Title: Cookies, Hugs and Kisses
Pairing: Harry/Seamus
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1.885
Summary: Seamus decides that Harry needs cheering up, but he has trouble finding the right way to give him comfort.
Author's Notes: I’m a little rusty when it comes to these characters, so I hope you can forgive me if this has turned out quite fluffy. Hopefully, you can still enjoy it! :) Many thanks to my beta!
“Harry has been looking kind of down lately, right, Dean?”
Seamus nudged his friend with his elbow and pointed towards Harry Potter when Dean finally looked up.
After watching Harry sitting by the fireplace for a moment, Dean shrugged.
“Harry has never been a particularly very cheerful person,” he said, going back to his drawing.
“Yeah, I know, that’s why he needs cheering up. Right?” Seamus elbowed Dean again, receiving an annoyed grumble because one line was crooked now. “Hello? I’m talking to you!”
“Seamus, what do you want to hear?” Dean rubbed his frown away before he reached for the plate of cookies Seamus had brought down from the dorm for them. “That your mother’s cookies take the burden of being the world’s saviour off his shoulders?”
Seamus’ whole face lit up like Dean had just cast Lumos to illuminate the former worry lines. “That’s it!” He snapped the plate up, away from Dean. “Cookies cheer everyone up. Even the Chosen One!”
Dean blinked, flashing a longing look at the cookies. “You’re just going to give him the cookies your mother sent you and assume that’ll solve his problems?”
“Well, we don’t know what his problems are, right? I mean, he’s a hero. What kind of problems can a hero have? Having too many girls?” Seamus grinned, but tilted his head in confusion as Dean rubbed his forehead again before turning back to his drawing.
“Sure, Seamus… What problems can a hero have that cookies can’t solve,” he muttered, ignored Seamus’s snort. He did not stop him when the other made to sit down next to Harry.
Seamus had to clear his throat because Harry was looking into the flames, watching the fire eating up all the wood. “Hey Harry,” he said and held out his plate of cookies when Harry turned his head to look at him with a frown on his face. “Would you like a cookie?”
“Uhm…” Harry shook his head and gave a short smile. “No, thanks.”
“No?” Seamus examined his cookies, searching for something that could be wrong with them.
However, they were nothing short of perfect; unblemished circles with a soft brown colour and chocolate chips. Harry liked chocolate. Seamus had seen him eating Chocolate Frogs all the time so that could not be a problem.
“Why not?”
Harry raised his hand in defence. “I’m just not hungry, Seamus. No offence.”
“But my mum made them with love,” Seamus said, once again offering the plate to Harry, who chuckled softly.
“Her love for me isn’t very deep, if I remember right,” he said and Seamus blushed slightly, putting the plate onto his lap.
“I already apologised,” Seamus mumbled. “Is that why you don’t want my cookies?”
Now, Harry raised both hands and shook his head slightly, opening his mouth to say something, but thinking better of it, and closing it wordlessly not soon after. He gazed down at the cookies and sighed, finally taking one. Seamus beamed at him.
“Thank you, Seamus,” Harry said and turned back to the fireplace, turning the cookie in his fingers and eventually looking down at it, but not even taking a tiny bite. “Uhm, I’ll eat it later,” he eventually said when Seamus kept staring at him in anticipation.
“All right,” Seamus said with a shrug and stood up, scuffing his feet over the ground when he returned to his seat next to Dean, who smirked at him.
“So, did it cheer him up?”
Seamus rolled his eyes, slumping down onto his chair. “Guess he’s still angry with me because of what my mum said about him…”
Dean shook his head. “Don’t think so.”
When Seamus looked at him with a puzzled expression Dean said: “I just think you’d need a huge cookie to cheer him up.”
“Well, not a problem,” Seamus said and pulled out his wand. Dean narrowed his eyes slightly, giving him a warning look. “Metaphor?”
“Err, no, not really,” Dean said amused.
“So, I need to find something else that cheers him up,” Seamus muttered to himself, slapping the back of Dean’s hand as his friend reached for a cookie. “You don’t get one. You were mean to me.”
“Bloody hell, Seamus…” Smashing his quill on the table, Dean leaned over so that he could talk in a low voice. “Harry’s grieving. He just lost his godfather, you know?”
Seamus shook his head and took a cookie. “I didn’t. Did he tell you that?”
“No, Ginny told me.” Dean rolled his eyes. “She likes to talk about Harry, so maybe you understand that I’m kind of tired hearing about him. Don’t start, too.”
“At least she’s finally talking to you,” Seamus said, while munching his cookie. “So, what am I going to do about Harry?”
“No clue, Seamus,” Dean said with a sigh, wiping the crumbs Seamus had spread on his parchment away. “Ask him. I’m going to bed.”
“Stop being so sour tomorrow,” Seamus called after Dean, who stood up and waved over his shoulder, before heading for their dorm. “Honestly…” Scratching the back of his head, Seamus looked back to Harry.
Initially, he resisted the urge to go back to him because he was quite sure that he was the last person on earth someone, who had been through so much, wanted to talk to. Comforting words were not really Seamus Finnigan’s forte. Besides, if the cookies had not helped then maybe he should just leave Harry alone. After all, there was nothing he could do to cheer him up.
Seamus swallowed his cookie. Well, maybe there was something…
“Oi! Harry!” Seamus looked around, making sure that no one was still around, before sitting down next to him on the sofa. Harry, realising who it was, hastily broke a piece off the cookie and showed it to Seamus.
“I’m already at it,” he said and forced a smile. When Seamus did not move away he hastily swallowed. Then he offered Seamus a smile that was a little more sincere than before.
“No, that’s not it!” Seamus raised his hands, showing Harry that he did not bring any more cookies with him this time. “But it’s cool that you like them.”
“So, it’s not poisoned?” Harry asked, the corners of his mouth still slightly lifted.
“I’m not Snape, Harry,” Seamus replied and cleared his throat. “I don’t have a hidden agenda.”
Harry frowned in confusion, shifting his gaze back towards the fireplace when Seamus smiled at him. “Thanks, but I’m fine,” he mumbled and Seamus wondered if he was imagining the blush on his cheeks, because of the highlights and shadows the flames were making on Harry’s face.
“Yeah, sure. You’re just sitting here because you think it’s incredibly amusing,” Seamus said and moved closer, pressing his thigh against Harry’s. “You know what my mum does when I feel down?”
Harry was busy staring at their legs, so he did not answer, raising his eyebrows at Seamus instead. When he finally looked up it was because his arms were suddenly full of Seamus, who had literally thrown himself at Harry, nearly choking him.
“Seamus, what the hell are you doing?” Harry asked, utterly bewildered.
“My mum said that’s the best way to cheer someone up,” Seamus answered hastily, patting Harry’s back until the other boy started coughing.
“What? Trying to strangle me?” Harry’s fingers dug deep into Seamus’s shoulders as he tried to push him away, but Seamus held onto him for dear life.
“I’m giving you a hug,” Seamus explained but Harry just laughed directly into his ear. “Hey, if everyone keeps making fun of me, I’ll be the one in need of comforting.”
“Well, I guess I’m already giving you some sort of hug. The comfort won’t be that hard to add,” Harry said and started patting Seamus’s back, maybe not as roughly as Seamus had done but much too lightly to feel anything. “See?”
“That’s not comforting, Harry. This is comforting!” Seamus stroked Harry’s back to prove his point, slowly and gently running his hands down Harry’s spine and back to his shoulder blades. “Isn’t it?”
“It’s a little weird,” Harry said and seemed relieved when Seamus pulled away a little to look at him.
“Weird?” Seamus grabbed Harry’s shoulders to hold him in place. “Why?”
Harry chuckled, although his cheeks were flushed, his eyes hidden behind his glasses, which were reflecting the firelight. His green irises were a nice and sharp contrast, the image holding Seamus’s gaze a moment too long.
“Because…” Harry cleared his throat. “Well, you’re a boy. I’m a boy. We… uhm…”
“It’s not like I tried to snog you, mate,” Seamus said, amused.
“I didn’t think you were going to… Just…” The look on Harry’s face nearly made Seamus laugh. “It’s just that Ron never hugs me like that. Actually, I can’t even remember the last time he hugged me.”
“That’s the problem, huh?” Seamus wrapped his arms around Harrys’s back once more and pulled him close. “You need the cheering up and Ron’s not able to give it to you. He’s too insensitive for that.”
“And you’re the personification of sensibility, lately?” Harry’s comment was not really encouraging, but Seamus was sure that the hug was more successful than the cookie.
“I’m not as good with words, so I tried something different,” Seamus said and leaned closer until he could nearly feel the heat of Harry’s burning cheeks. “Did it work?”
Thoughtfully, Harry bit his lower lip and gazed directly into Seamus’s eyes. The silence created a visible chasm between them, which neither wanted to cross first. Harry’s eyes flickered from the fire to Seamus’s and suddenly his face was so close that there seemed to be no other option than pressing their mouths together.
Harry’s lips tasted like the cookies, which made it even easier to feel comfortable, but Seamus was unsure if he should really enjoy kissing Harry Potter. But it seemed to be an even better method to cheer Harry up than the hug, because Harry’s hand was suddenly cupping Seamus’s neck and dragging him closer. Seamus automatically made a soft noise, relieved that he finally had found a way to comfort Harry, because if Harry would not enjoy this then he would definitely not deepen the kiss, tongue delving into his mouth.
“Oh, bloody hell!”
They jumped apart, breathless and flushed. Dean was standing at the bottom of the stairs, shielding his eyes with his hands. “Please, don’t get a room, because Ron wouldn’t survive that right in front of him.”
“Don’t you dare, Dean,” Seamus warned. “You’ll get the cookies if you forget about this.”
Slowly, Dean lowered his hand, raising his eyebrows.
“Okay…” He hurried towards the cookies and took the plate with him, waving at Seamus and Harry as he rushed the stairs up again. “Carry on!”
Seamus sighed, gazing after Dean regretfully. “There they go, my beloved cookies.” He froze when Harry leaned forward, bringing his lips very close to Seamus’s ear.
“Thanks,” Harry’s voice muttered. “Uhm… for trying to… cheer me up… Thank you, Seamus.”
Seamus scratched the back of his head and turned back to Harry, finding himself almost touched by the words and realising that it was definitely worth some cookies.
“You’re welcome,” he said and framed Harry’s slightly smiling face, eager to return to his task.
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