FIC: The Party (HP: Seamus/Deanx5, PG)

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Author: Clio
Title: The Party
Pairing: Harry Potter: Seamus Finnigan/Dean Thomas, but really Clio!Seamus/Dean, Lix!Seamus/Dean, Bec!Seamus/Dean, Khirsah!Seamus/Dean, and, of course, Cora!Seamus/Dean.
Rating: PG
Summary: Since she brought them all together, they had to throw her a party!
Length: 800 words
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Notes: NOT part of the EWFS-verse.
Okay, this is finished. Knowing so damn many Pisces, when my week has been so crazed, was tough. So, happy birthday to RL friend P, to my beloved eccentricfemme, and to my fellow-muse and shipper, misscora, for whom I have penned this prezzie. Cheers!

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Seamus Finnigan surveyed the room. "I didn't realize there were so many of us," he said, winking at a young man opposite the punch bowl.

Dean Thomas grimaced. "I can't believe you are checking yourself out, Seamus. That's sort of gross."

"But I can't flirt with the other Deans! That would be too confusing!"

"What makes you think they want to flirt with you, Seamus?"

He grinned. "They're Dean. Of course they want me!" As another couple walked by, Seamus added, "Although, I'm not sure I want all of them."

Lix!Dean-and-Seamus neared the punch bowl, Dean all in black and Seamus in a snug green ribbed t-shirt and a pair of black pleather trousers. Lix!Seamus looked up at his Dean, who nodded, so he poured out a cup of punch and gave it to the other man.

Clio!Seamus whispered to Dean, "Is that a collar?"

"I think so," Clio!Dean whispered back.

Clio!Seamus shuddered. "And you say I have control issues!"

"I dunno, Shay, could be kind of fun," said Clio!Dean.

As they walked away, Lix!Dean leaned in and said, "It is."

The two Deans exchanged a look that made Clio!Seamus very nervous indeed. He steered Clio!Dean away from the refreshment table to mingle with some of the other party guests. Closest to hand they found a rather serious couple.

"Hello," said a relatively sad Seamus. "Dance?"

"Do I, or will I?" Clio!Seamus asked.

"Either," he replied.

Clio!Seamus had the odd sense of speaking to someone much older than he, although all of them in the room were around twenty-five. "I do, I could, but there isn't any music playing yet."

Bec!Seamus nodded. "There's that. Save me one, then?"

"Of course," Clio!Seamus said. "Love to."

"Good," Bec!Seamus said, then suddenly grinned widely, and Clio!Seamus thought maybe he wasn't so old, or so serious, as he had seemed. He watched the other man glance up, looking for his Dean, find him standing talking to Seamus' own Dean about perspective or tempera or something, and recognized the expression, the need to make sure he was still there, as though one day either of them would say the words that would make Dean leave, because Dean never did say why he stayed exactly so they couldn't quite figure it out and assumed that it would have to end someday, or they'd get found out, or something. But it kept not happening, and Clio!Seamus was beginning to realize that it probably wouldn't.

So he said, "He keeps still being there, doesn't he?"

Bec!Seamus looked surprised, then said, "He does at that."

There didn't seem to be anything more to say, so they stood silently but not uncomfortably, listening to the Deans talk art shop, which was nearly the only time that Dean ever got quite so animated.

"What I don't understand," Clio!Seamus said at last, "is why there's no dessert buffet at this party."

"Because," said a familiar voice behind him, "a roomful of Seamus is cacophonous enough as it is."

Clio!Seamus turned to see Khirsah!Dean standing just behind him, his arms around his own Seamus.

"We don't talk that much!" Khirsah!Seamus protested.

Clio!Seamus nodded in agreement. "Only when we have something to say!"

"Which is all the bloody time," said Clio!Dean. He and Khirsah!Dean shared a grin, which irritated the two Seamuses no end.

"The trick," said Khirsah!Seamus, leaning in to Clio!Seamus conspiratorially, "is to let them think that they are running things, when of course we really are."

"Absolutely," agreed Clio!Seamus. "But you have to be sneaky about it."

The room having suddenly fallen silent, all in attendance heard this exchange. After a shocked moment, every Dean in the room—including Bec!Dean, who didn't look like he even smiled much—burst into gales of laughter. The Seamuses, as if one person, scowled and crossed their arms before finally poking their Deans in the ribs with their elbows.

"Sorry," the Deans said. "But you have to admit—"

"Drop it," the Seamuses said.

And so it was dropped.

In the ensuing silence, a throat was cleared.

"I heard a request for sweets. Chocolate will be arriving shortly, of course," said Cora!Seamus. "But before we indulge, let us raise a cup or three to the woman who brought us all together under one roof. To Miss Cora, on the occasion of her twenty-first birthday!"

Around the room, glasses were raised. "To Miss Cora!" they cheered, as finally the desert cart was rolled into the room by a few house elves.

"And now," Cora!Seamus began.

"Don't say it, Seamus," Cora!Dean warned.

Cora!Seamus grinned wickedly. "But I must," he replied. "Surely you can see that!"

Cora!Dean sighed. "Fine, then, go ahead."

The other man turned back to the room, and said dramatically, "Enjoy my chocolate!"

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Comments

[misscora.livejournal.com]

*loffs, loffs, loffs, loffs*

Bestest Clio ever....

*Glomp-hugs*

*bounces around*
YEAH!!!!
*gets called off to dinner and goes, squeeing quietly*


Oh, and in case it wasn't clear...