Ron/Seamus; the Better R/S

59. Food

Wed, 13 Aug 2008 01:16:13 GMT

Title: Yum
Fandom: Harry Potter.
Characters: Ronald Weasley/Seamus Finnegan.
Prompt: 059. Food
Rating: R/NC-17
Author's Notes: Just a stupid little drabble, from the mind of a sex-starved 18 year old.

"Mmm," Seamus moaned, reaching out with his tongue to lick... well, whatever it was he was tasting." Chocolate, definitely."

Ron grinned down at the sight of Seamus kneeling there, blindfolded and oblivious. "Good boy," he breathed, his voice sounding slightly more gravelly than it technically should have. He poured the next flavour out. "And this one?"

Seamus obidiently stuck his tonue out and licked. It was sticky. "Caramel? Nah, wait." He licked again. "Toffee, definitely toffee."

"Well done," Ron growled. This was getting silly, he couldn't control himself for much longer, he'd have to remove the blindfold. "Your culinary skills show no bounds, Mr Finnegan."

"Well, I always told ya I loved ta eat," Seamus replied, laughing.

"You'll enjoy this then," Ron murmered, finally remiving Seamus' blindfold. He gasped. There, right in front of his nose, was Ron;s chocolate and toffee sauced covered, hard as fuck, most definitely aching, cock. Seamus groaned.

"That looks delicious," Seamus said, grinning as he pounced on Ron. "There's a food I definitely won't mind devouring."

060. Drink

Tue, 02 Jan 2007 19:03:31 GMT

Title: Never Again
Fandom: Harry Potter.
Characters: Ronald Weasley/Seamus Finnegan.
Prompt: 060. Drink
Rating: NC-17
Author's Notes: Inspired by a phrase I hear every Sunday at work. Room spinning is inspired by my best friend Robyn.

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Ron giggled. Sprawled out on the bed he decided he rather liked the “alcomahol” that muggles had. It was decidedly stronger then Wizard stuff, coz his head was spinning quickerer. Or whatever.

“I like this stuff,” Ron slurred, sloshing half of it down his front. “Wha’ tis it?”

“Ahhh, that be Guinness my lad,” Seamus replied with a drunken grin of his own. “Brew of me homeland.”

“I wanna come ‘ome with you then,” Ron said, and then giggled and rolled over onto his front when he realised what he had said. Seamus grinned. Ron liked Seamus. Seamus had taken him to a place called “the pub”. And Seamus had got Ron drinks. And Seamus had taken some of this alcomahol, especially this “Guinness”, back to Hogwarts with him. Ron liked Seamus lots.

Seamus suddenly sat up and then wobbled. “Roooooon,” he whined dismally, “the bed’s spinning. Whadda I do?”

“Spin with it,” Ron stated. Seamus span.

“Not helpin,” he replied, wobbling dangerously.

“Well c’mere then, this bed’s not spinning.”

Seamus half walked, half wobbled over to the bed and collapsed onto it in a fit of giggles. “Rmmf, yu huh wew rit um,” he mumbled into the bedclothes.

“Might wanna lift your ‘ead up and repl…. ple… ra… buggery, say that ‘gain, mate,” Ron said, slurring badly.

“Said ‘did ya kno’ ya have wery perdy eyes,” Seamus replied seriously, trying to annunciate every word as perfectly as possible, and getting them all wrong.

“Ta.”

There was silence for several seconds.

“Rargh!”

“Seamus! What the buggery fuck…?”

“Hello.”

“Hello. Looks like Guinness affects people in different ways.”

“Bugger orf. ‘s coz I’m Irish, therefore bigger than you, even when you’re hard.”

“You bugger orf,” Ron replied, reaching down and grabbing the offending organ. “No way is that bigger than mine, even when you’re hard. Like you are.“

“Ok, ok, I admit, you’re bigger.”

“What?” Ron squeaked. “How do you know?”

“I looked, when you were in the shower.”

“Pervert.”

“And proud.”

Ron grinned. “Wanker.”

“And proud.” Ron rolled his eyes. “In fact I could do with one now, unless you specifically wanted to do it for me.”

Ron realised his hand was still on Seamus’s crotch and lifted it, glaring angrily at the traitor as Seamus rolled over und unzipped his flies, pulling his jeans and boxers down. “And what if I did?” he asked defiantly.

“I’d say go for it,” Seamus replied, gesturing to his half-hard cock. Ron laughed as he wrapped his hand around it. Seamus’s boxers had dancing shamrocks on.

“Like them?” Seamus asked, breathing heavily.

“Like this better,” Ron grinned, moving has hand up and down Seamus’s shaft. It wasn’t all that different to wanking himself really, only backwards.

“Hmm,” Seamus sighed softly, stretching his arms out above his head. Ron’s brain decided to take this as an invitation, and he leaned over to kiss Seamus harshly, rubbing his clothed erection against the other boys.

“Oh,” Ron breathed, struggling to move his other hand down and undo his jeans, tugging them and his boxers down over his thighs so that he could rub against Seamus properly.

Seamus grinned and pointed to Ron’s boxers, which bore Chudley Cannons symbols in a loud, orange pattern. “Your devotion shows no boun’s,” he giggled.

“Shuddup and for fuck’sake move,” Ron groaned, rubbing harder against Seamus and holding him down as he moved in for another kiss.

For the next few minutes, the only sounds heard in the quiet room were the harsh pants and occasional groan of the two boys, as they rubbed and kissed and touched.

“Ron,” Seamus whispered, looking shocked as he stared up at the other boy, “I think I’m gunna…” Seamus whimpered as he came, and Ron looked down at the white strands of come coating his stomach and groaned, speeding up his thrusting.

“Fuck, ‘m gunna…too…” Ron grunted loudly as he came, biting hard enough into Seamus neck to mark, as his come mixed with that already on his stomach, before he collapsed down on top of the other boy, sighing contently.

“Can’t. Move. Too. Tired,” Seamus groaned to Ron. Not that it mattered, the redhead was already snoring peacefully.

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Seamus cracked his eyes open warily. It was bright. Far too bright. Someone had opened the curtains of his bed.

“Shut the fucking cur’ains,” he yelled, groaning when he realised what an immense effect this had on his pounding head.

“Nah mate, the scene’s too funny not to watch this next bit,” Dean’s voice came from somewhere to the left.

“Wanker,” Seamus muttered, rolling over and snuggling into the warm mass of flesh beside him. The warm mass of flesh snuggled back into him and sighed a contented “Morning.” Hold on. Warm mass of flesh. Distinctly male sounding warm mass of flesh. Distinctly Weasley, male sounding warm mass of flesh. Oh shit.

Seamus sat up and stared into a very blue looking pair of eyes. The very blue looking pair of eyes stared back and widened. Oh shit.

Both boys opened their mouths to speak at the exact same time, although they were barely heard over the noise of Dean pissing himself laughing on the next bed along.

“I’m never drinking again.”

Funnily, that’s what they had said the weekend before.

Prompts 11 through 20.

Wed, 22 Feb 2006 19:36:37 GMT

Title; Brown
Fandom; Harry Potter
Characters; Ron Weasley/Seamus Finnegan
Prompt; 017. Brown
Rating; PG
Word Count; 310
A/N; First in a set of “missing moments” from the books and moments not yet written. The first two drabbles are in the present, then they are memories, some of Ron’s, some of Seamus’s, until the last drabble which is in the present tense again. Confused enough? Yeah, me too ^-^

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Brown. Everything is the same colour now. The same, sludgy greeny-browny colour of mud mixed with God Only Knows What. You crawl back to your tent in the early hours of the morning, completely exhausted, and realise that everything in the tent is brown too. However, there is usually a spark of brightness in this dull, drab, depressing environment. You crawl over to its bed, fully expecting to have to tickle him awake. He’s not there. No, that’s not right, your mind tells you, he’s always there. Unless…

So you trudge back out into the battlefield again. The battle is over, Voldemort is dead. You know this, Harry knows this, Hermione will know as soon as that owl gets to St Mungoes. However, other people do not know. You see them, as you stumble past, dodging the odd spell, fighting their own battles. Whether these are with real people, demons or the terrible images this war has thrust upon them, you care not. You care only for one person…

“Seamus,” you whisper as you see him, and the wind is knocked out of you. He is fighting none other than Draco Malfoy, but the battle is unfair, you can see. Seamus is weak, Malfoy strong, and you know you have to go and help. But as you begin to start running towards him, you see them both cast a final spell, and both fall to the ground. You launch yourself at him, running full pelt, and manage to catch him just before he hits the ground.

You whisper his name over and over as you shake him. He can’t be, he just can’t be… Could he?

You call for help several times but as soon as it gets there all you can do is sob, and cradle your lover in the filth and the muck and the deep brown mud.

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Title; Colourless in Desperate Memories
Fandom; Harry Potter
Characters; Ron Weasley/Seamus Finnegan
Prompt; 020. Colourless
Rating; G
Word Count; 247
A/N; Second in a set of “missing moments” from the books and moments not yet written. The first two drabbles are in the present, then they are memories, some of Ron’s, some of Seamus’s, until the last drabble which is in the present tense again. Confused enough? Yeah, me too ^-^

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Ron feels his chest fill with fear as he looks down at the pristine white sheets. They only brought him in a few hours ago, Ron begged to be brought along, but they said they needed him in the field. Now, looking down at the bed again, he can see why they didn’t want him here. Seamus looks awful; pale, drawn, colourless. Ron thinks that’s the word that describes him best, as he sits down on the hard chair beside the bed. Pale cheeks, robbed of their colour; colourless. Hair, so caked with mud and other things that Ron can’t determine its colour; colourless. The white pyjamas they have put him in, sterile, not a speck of colour on them; colourless.

Seamus was always so colourful, so beautiful, Ron thinks as he settles his head down on the bed and drifts off.

“Please get some colour back,” he whispers as he finally falls into an uneasy sleep.

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When he wakes, the ward is in silence. It is early morning, Ron guesses as he groggily lifts his head to look at Seamus. Still motionless. Ron refused to be removed from the ward, he had to be here with him. As the clock ticks endlessly Ron tries desperately to remember memories, his, Seamus’s that he told as stories while they were stuck in that damp dark little tent. And as he does, Ron can feel his eyes drooping, and his heart rate slowing as he gently drifts off.

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Title; Purple
Fandom; Harry Potter
Characters; Ron Weasley/Seamus Finnegan
Prompt; 016. Purple
Rating; PG
Word Count; 265
A/N; Third in a set of “missing moments” from the books and moments not yet written. The first two drabbles are in the present, then they are memories, some of Ron’s, some of Seamus’s, until the last drabble which is in the present tense again. Confused enough? Yeah, me too ^-^

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Purple. Eurgh, purple? Her robes are purple. I hate purple. I have to spend all night telling her how great she looks in that disgusting colour. Great.

“Hi, Lavender.” Even her bloody name is purple.

“Hello, Seamus. How’re you?” she replies. Smiling. Eurgh.

“I’m fine thanks. You look, erm, nice.” Not.

“Thanks,” she gushes. Girls. “Well, shall we be off then?” She giggles. It’s going to be a looooong night.

“Yeah, sure,” I reply, taking her arm.

So we go to the ball and all is good. I thank God the bloody room isn’t decorated purple. We eat, and she talks about girly things, and I pretend to listen, and the champions start up the dancing.

I’m lost deep in my thoughts when her annoyingly high-pitched voice addresses me again.

“Shall we go dance?”

“Nah, you’re alright Lav, I was never much one for dancing,” I reply.

“So what were you gunna do? Just sit here all night?” she asks me irritably.

“Pretty much, yeah.”

She glowers at me and stalks off with a sigh of “Men.“ I shrug. Someone else is welcome to her. I look over at Ron. He’s sat on his own, Harry still up dancing with his date and his has just stalked off to dance with some big ugly bugger from Durmstrang. Looks like us Gryffindor blokes aren’t much cop with the ladies. I sidle over.

“Alright, Ron?”

“Fine,” he says glumly. “And yourself?”

“Oh just peachy,” I say, grinning at his dress robes.

“Don’t even bother, Finnegan…” he starts.

“Did I ever tell you how much I like maroon?”

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Title; Green
Fandom; Harry Potter
Characters; Ron Weasley/Seamus Finnegan
Prompt; 014. Green
Rating; PG-13 for language
Word Count; 221
A/N; Fourth in a set of “missing moments” from the books and moments not yet written. The first two drabbles are in the present, then they are memories, some of Ron’s, some of Seamus’s, until the last drabble which is in the present tense again. Confused enough? Yeah, me too ^-^

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They say green is the colour of envy. If so you are positively lime at the moment. Glowing green. How dare he? How dare he insult your mother? And then just to stalk off with the rest off them, triumphant. Just because your mother doesn’t agree with him, doesn’t mean you don’t. Didn’t. Coz you do think he’s a fucking loony now.

The door opens and slams shut and you look up to see a mop of hair. You don’t need to look any further to realise the person’s unwanted in here right now.

“Piss off, Weasley.”

“Shut up, Finnegan.” He glowers at you. “I happen to live here as well. And if you’re gunna go an’ spout shit about Harry, you can go sulk elsewhere.”

Again the green. The envy. Why does he always take his side? You storm up to where he is and glare at him.

“I was not talking shit. Harry’s a loony! He’s the one spouting shit, not me.”

Ron snorts. “You might not be, but that cow of a mother of yours sure-”

Smack. Thud.

And he looks up at you through a mop of ginger hair, wiping the trickle of blood off of his lip. You look into his eyes, scared, and it’s only then you notice his eyes. That they are too.

Green.

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Title; Red
Fandom; Harry Potter
Characters; Ron Weasley/Seamus Finnegan
Prompt; 011. Red
Rating; PG-13 for language
Word Count; 176
A/N; Fifth in a set of “missing moments” from the books and moments not yet written. The first two drabbles are in the present, then they are memories, some of Ron’s, some of Seamus’s, until the last drabble which is in the present tense again. Confused enough? Yeah, me too ^-^

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Red. All Seamus can see is red. Red Quidditch robes. Red hair. Red blood pumping around his body. Red behind his eyes as he storms into the Quidditch changing rooms.

“What the FUCK was that Weasley?”

“A Quidditch practice,” Ron shrugs back at you nonchalantly.

“Yeah but with your sister playing as chaser? That’s bollocks.”

“Why is it?” Ron replies, slinging his Quidditch robes over his head and approaching Seamus. “You know very well she’s a damned good chaser.”

And again, there’s the red. “What unlike me?” Seamus spits. “Unlike your shitty keeping skills?”

“Seamus, don’t start,” Ron growls. Seamus ignores him.

“I doubt you could catch the Quiffle if it was twice the size of your thick head.”

“I said DON’T START!” Ron yells, shoving Seamus up against the lockers by the scruff of his neck.

Seamus doesn’t start. But as Ron drops him back down to the ground and backs up, Seamus can see it in the back of his eyes too. Red. But a different red this time. Seamus swallows loudly.

Lust red.

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Title; Orange
Fandom; Harry Potter
Characters; Ron Weasley/Seamus Finnegan
Prompt; 012. Orange
Rating; R - NC-17
Word Count; 362 (coz I know y’all here for the smut ^-^)
A/N; Sixth in a set of “missing moments” from the books and moments not yet written. The first two drabbles are in the present, then they are memories, some of Ron’s, some of Seamus’s, until the last drabble which is in the present tense again. Confused enough? Yeah, me too ^-^

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“Seamus, you stupid bugger,” I pant, flinging myself up the stairs after him. “Why the bloody hell are you taking me to the top of the Astronomy tower?” He stops right before the door to the platform. “We’ve both seen in before in Astronomy lessons.”

“Not like this,” he replies quietly and swings open the door. My mouth drops open.

“It’s… it’s beautiful.” The whole platform is bathed in orange light from the sunset which is perfectly outlined above the lake by the forest on either side. I can see 1st years swimming.

“I know,” Seamus says gently, turning to face me. “Like you.” Oh. Oh. He’s realised.

I grope blindly for his hair and pull on it as he attaches his lips to mine. He pushes me back against the wall and as he caresses my lips with his tongue and all I can think is; Oh.

Seamus continues his oral assault down my neck and a let out a small moan and an even smaller gasp when he bites down. I loose myself in sensations of his mouth as he begins to undo the buttons of my shirt and kiss his way downwards.

I only find myself again when I realise that in the midst of licking my bellybutton Seamus has begun to undo my trousers.

“Seamus,” I moan, “we can’t.”

“Just shut up and watch the sunset,” he murmurs against my stomach as he tugs my boxers down. I groan and wind my hands in his hair and he begins to lick along my shaft. I concentrate on the orange light.

It’s not a very skilful blow job, sloppy and inexperienced, but the enthusiasm Seamus carries it out with is so erotic that it isn’t very long at all, embarrassingly, before I have to warn him.

“Seamus I’m, oh god, I’m gunna come…”

Amazingly he just moans around my cock and takes me deeper. Well I did warn him, a detached part of my brain reasons as I explode down his throat.

“Oh, fuck!.”

I slide down the wall and Seamus slides up beside me. We stay that way for a long time. Lying bathed in the orange light.

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Title; Yellow
Fandom; Harry Potter
Characters; Ron Weasley/Seamus Finnegan
Prompt; 013. Yellow
Rating; PG
Word Count; 243
A/N; Seventh in a set of “missing moments” from the books and moments not yet written. The first two drabbles are in the present, then they are memories, some of Ron’s, some of Seamus’s, until the last drabble which is in the present tense again. Confused enough? Yeah, me too ^-^

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I’m quite proud. The first thing I do when we wake up in exactly the same place the next day, with sun fully up, blazing and yellow, is not panic.

No, firstly I look into his eyes a give him a sleepy smile as he snuggles into me.

Then I panic.

“What the FUCK?” I yell. “No. Oh, no. This is not happening. We can’t do this. I can’t do this. This is definitely not good.”

“Ron mate, breath,” Seamus says, standing up and stretching. “Why exactly is it we can’t do this?”

“Because I’m supposed to get married to Hermione and fall in love with her and have thousands of little redhead Weasley kids and this is NOT supposed to happen.” I know I’m rambling and so does he.

He snorts. “And Harry was supposed to marry Ginny and I was supposed to marry Lavender and Dean marry Parvati and Nev marry Luna and we were all supposed to live through a war and then live happily ever after. Get a grip, Ron! None of that will happen exactly as it’s meant to. But this is happening now. And here. And it’s good.”

I look at him and smile. Its gunna be okay, I can feel it. “We’re gunna do it aren’t we, Sea?”

“Course we are you great prat.” He grins. “Now get your pants on before you give the 2nd years playing Quidditch over there the fright of their lives.”

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Title; Black
Fandom; Harry Potter
Characters; Ron Weasley/Seamus Finnegan
Prompt; 018. Black
Rating; PG-13 for language
Word Count; 386
A/N; Eighth in a set of “missing moments” from the books and moments not yet written. The first two drabbles are in the present, then they are memories, some of Ron’s, some of Seamus’s, until the last drabble which is in the present tense again. Confused enough? Yeah, me too ^-^

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Everyone wore black to Ginny’s funeral. Black everywhere. Ever so gloomy. Everyone except Ron and Seamus. Because they wore…

“Bright blue. Ginny’s favourite colour,” Mrs Weasley whispered. “Thank you, Ron. You too, Seamus.” She gave them both a small smile and wondered off in search of more guests to greet.

Ron was getting more nervous. Seamus could feel it, he was sitting beside him and could feel the redhead getting more fidgety by the second. It wasn’t fair, Seamus knew, to expect Ron to make a speech. He wasn’t the greatest of speech makers to start with, and at his sister’s funeral… But he had agreed to it, and Seamus had been pleasantly surprised. Silence fell and he watched Ron walk shakily up to the podium.

“Genevra Molly Weasley,” he began quietly, reading off a small piece off of a small piece of paper, “ died last Thursday, aged eighteen years. She was a recent Hogwarts graduate, an integral part of the Order of the Phoenix, a strong pillar within society. But most of all… oh fuck it.” He scrunched the piece of paper up and threw it aside. “Most of all she was my sister. Most of all she was strong and fiery and passionate and, it may seem strange to say she was my ’favourite’ sister, as I only had one but, she was one the closest people to me I can think of. And I know she’ll be sorely missed. But the real reason I’m standing here is to repeat to you her last words to me. And these were “I was gunna kill ’im. Promise me you’ll murder the bastard eh, Ron? And promise me you’ll never give up.” And I promised her. And think that we should all promise her too, and learn something from this young woman. Because I’m damned sure she never gave up, so I don’t think we should either. So I’m standing up here in front of these people, Gin, and I’m saying no, I’m not giving up. And yes, I’m killing that bastard Malfoy if it’s the last thing I bloody well do.”

And Seamus caught his lover’s eyes then. They were blank and full of such misery, such deep sadness that Seamus was stunned. And he found himself thinking “Not if I kill him first.”

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Title; Blue
Fandom; Harry Potter
Characters; Ron Weasley/Seamus Finnegan
Prompt; 015. Blue
Rating; PG
Word Count; 311
A/N; Ninth in a set of “missing moments” from the books and moments not yet written. The first two drabbles are in the present, then they are memories, some of Ron’s, some of Seamus’s, until the last drabble which is in the present tense again. Confused enough? Yeah, me too ^-^

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Seamus hates the colour blue. It reminds him of all the things he hates, cold, ice, water, Ravenclaws. But most of all it reminds him of Dean’s death.

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When Ron was on Auror training, there were large periods of time when he couldn’t go home. It was during these periods of time that Seamus got depressed and lonely, and during these times when Dean came round with a six pack of Guinness and a tub of Ben and Jerry’s ice cream to cheer Seamus up. It was during one of these times that Dean was murdered.

Seamus only turned his back for two minutes. He went out side the door step to grab the paper, and heard the unmistakable pop of someone apparating. By the time he had run back to the living room it was too late, all he saw was a flash of bright blue glowing off of Dean’s body and a flash of blond hair as someone disapparated. The blue glow was resonant only on the victims of a new curse, “Crucio Kedavra”, a cruel spell intend to cause the victim as much pain as possible during their death. And Dean had fallen victim to the curse. Seamus really was going to kill Malfoy now.

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Draco Malfoy was put on trial for the murder of Dean Thomas at The Ministry of Magic. He was found innocent and the court adjourned.

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He even had the nerve to show up at Dean’s grave when it came to a year after his death. Seamus was there of course, replacing the flowers as he had done every week for the past year.

“Awww, miss your pal do you, Finnegan?” Draco mocked with a sneer.

Seamus kept his head down as he attended to the flowers and answered in a strangely calm voice;

“You’ll get yours, Malfoy, you’ll get yours.”

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Title; White
Fandom; Harry Potter
Characters; Ron Weasley/Seamus Finnegan
Prompt; 019. White
Rating; PG
Word Count; 440
A/N; Tenth and final in a set of “missing moments” from the books and moments not yet written. The first two drabbles are in the present, then they are memories, some of Ron’s, some of Seamus’s, until the last drabble which is in the present tense again. Confused enough? Yeah, me too ^-^

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Seamus was in a coma for near on two weeks. The doctors had almost lost hope. Ron went home for an hour each day to shower, shave, change and eat. Apart from that he never left the bedside. Which is why he was there when Seamus finally awoke.

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Eurgh. Bright. Light. White light. Where am I? And more to the point where’s Malfoy? Coz I was gunna kill the bastard. I try and sit up and groan as I realise I’m in a bed and also pretty much unable to move. I’m either in hospital or very very hung over.

I hear someone stir awake beside me and turn over to see a mop of very messy looking red hair. Ah good. I ask the obvious question.

“Did I kill the bastard?” I croak.

Ron starts and then stares before answering “Avada Kedavra right between the eyes. Didn’t stand a chance. Dead before he hit the ground.”

“Good.” I manage before I’m attacked by large amounts of orange hair.

“Was horrible. Watched you fall. Never thought I’d see you again. So worried,” Ron sobs into my chest.

“Don’t be such a prat,” I splutter through a mouthful of hair. “I’m Irish. Irishmen don’t die, ‘s an old Irish tradition.”

Ron looks up at me for a moment and then grins when I break into laughter. “You idiot,” he says through laughter, hitting my arm.

“Owww,” I whine. “War wounded and delicate man here.”

Ron snorts and the smiles suddenly and sinks down beside the bed. “Seamus Finnegan, war wounded and delicate man, will you do me the great honour of marrying me so I don’t ever loose you again?”

I don’t even have to think about it. “Of course I’ll marry you, you great soppy poof. Now get up here and give me a hug. And mind any bruised bits. Oooo, if Malfoy did anything to damage my cock, his ghost will regret it.”

Ron snorts from somewhere around my left shoulder. “I’m sure that part’s perfectly fine, Sea.”

We fall into a comfortable silence for several minutes until a sudden thought hits me.

“It’s over isn’t it?”

“Yes,” Ron replies tiredly.

“We won didn’t we?”

“Just about.”

“Is Harry okay?”

“Fine, if a little shell-shocked.”

“And Hermione?”

“She’s in the ward above us.”

“What?!” I say, panic stricken.

“Relax,” Ron says to me with a grin. “She just had a baby girl. Called it Ginny.”

“Oh, that’s nice of her.”

“Mmm.”

The comfortable silence falls again until I turn to Ron and give him a suspicious glance.

“I’m not wearing the white fucking dress.”

He just grins at me.

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Drabbles; "Beginnings", "Middles" and "Ends"

Wed, 19 Oct 2005 18:30:43 GMT

Title: Beginnings.
Fandom: Harry Potter.
Characters: Ronald Weasley/Seamus Finnegan.
Prompt: Beginnings.
Word Count: 145.
Rating: G.
Author's Notes: A series of drabbles also including ‘Middles’ and ‘Ends’.

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Fifth Year.

That’s when it began. That’s when you noticed Seamus Finnegan. Fifth Year, when you were both just fifteen years old. Barely even beginning to understand. That was when you noticed how he moved so gracefully and laughed so beautifully and how his eyes were so green and his hair so yellow and his mouth so red.

He was a garish streak of colour in a world of blurry grey. He was a burst of sound on a silent earth. He was touchable in a world where everything seemed to slip straight through your fingers. He was something to laugh with in a life filled with sorrow. He tasted of happiness when everything else tasted bland. He was alive in a society of death.

You were there. He was there. It was perfect.

Fifth year is when you noticed him begin to notice you.

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Title: Middles.
Fandom: Harry Potter.
Characters: Ronald Weasley/Seamus Finnegan.
Prompt: Middles.
Word Count: 183.
Rating: R.
Author's Notes: A series of short drabbles also including ‘Beginnings’ and ‘Ends’.

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Sixth Year.

And now it’s Sixth Year and you can’t quite believe it because where has the time gone and how is it moving faster by the day? This year is the year where you can’t get enough, you won’t get enough because soon it will be all over and you’ll have nothing.

So you bury yourself in him again and again, tell him how much you love him, just because you need it and you crave it. You need to show him how much you care, because these days anyone can tell you. And as your breathing becomes harsher and you begin to push faster you whisper, whisper it over and over again;

“I love you.”

And when the moment comes that you spill your seed inside him, the world is silent, and it is a special moment, the moment you feel closest to him. And you know these moments are running out.

Then the sounds come back and the colours come back and you think; He’s still a bright spark amongst the greyness. as you wipe the come off his middle.

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Title: Ends.
Fandom: Harry Potter.
Characters: Ronald Weasley/Seamus Finnegan.
Prompt: Ends.
Word Count: 188.
Rating: PG.
Author's Notes: A series of short drabbles also including ‘Beginnings’ and ‘Middles’.

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Seventh Year.

And then it will be Seventh Year and it will be all over. You know you will stand in front of his broken body and be numb. You will cradle his limp form in your arms, surrounded by the smoke and the blood and the filth and tears and shed no tears because, after all, you have no tears left. And real men don’t cry, Ronald; real men are brave. You will wonder if there are any real men left.

You know he will be a blur of grey in a garishly coloured world. He will be silent in a world of noise. He will slip through your fingers in a world where everything is touchable. His life will be full of sorrow when everyone else is laughing. He will taste cold and clammy when everything else tastes too strong. He will be dead in a society talking only of new life.

You know you will be there. You know he won’t be there. You know it will be earth-shattering.

You know time is running out.

But if you know all this, why do you still stay?

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My Effing Big Damn Table...

Wed, 19 Oct 2005 17:47:26 GMT

Ron/Seamus;

001.	Beginnings.	002.	Middles.	003.	Ends.	004.	Insides.	005.	Outsides.
006.	Hours.	007.	Days.	008.	Weeks.	009.	Months.	010.	Years.
011.	Red.	012.	Orange.	013.	Yellow.	014.	Green.	015.	Blue.
016.	Purple.	017.	Brown.	018.	Black.	019.	White.	020.	Colourless.
021.	Friends.	022.	Enemies.	023.	Lovers.	024.	Family.	025.	Strangers.
026.	Teammates.	027.	Parents.	028.	Children.	029.	Birth.	030.	Death.
031.	Sunrise.	032.	Sunset.	033.	Too Much.	034.	Not Enough.	035.	Sixth Sense.
036.	Smell.	037.	Sound.	038.	Touch.	039.	Taste.	040.	Sight.
041.	Shapes.	042.	Triangle.	043.	Square.	044.	Circle.	045.	Moon.
046.	Star.	047.	Heart.	048.	Diamond.	049.	Club.	050.	Spade.
051.	Water.	052.	Fire.	053.	Earth.	054.	Air.	055.	Spirit.
056.	Breakfast.	057.	Lunch.	058.	Dinner.	059.	Food.	060.	Drink.
061.	Winter.	062.	Spring.	063.	Summer.	064.	Fall.	065.	Passing.
066.	Rain.	067.	Snow.	068.	Lightening.	069.	Thunder.	070.	Storm.
071.	Broken.	072.	Fixed.	073.	Light.	074.	Dark.	075.	Shade.
076.	Who?	077.	What?	078.	Where?	079.	When?	080.	Why?
081.	How?	082.	If.	083.	And.	084.	He.	085.	She.
086.	Choices.	087.	Life.	088.	School.	089.	Work.	090.	Home.
091.	Birthday.	092.	Christmas.	093.	Thanksgiving.	094.	Independence.	095.	New Year.
096.	Writer‘s Choice.	097.	Writer‘s Choice.	098.	Writer‘s Choice.	099.	Writer‘s Choice.	100.	Writer‘s Choice.