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The Eejit - H/R - PG
Title: The Eejit
Author:shocfix
Words : 450
Rating: PG
What? The 20th? It’s the 20th already??
I know I have forgotten birthdays this summer, but not mykaalee’s!
Happiest of birthdays to the luminouskaalee - I adore you, you know that, right?
I wrote this on an envelope, on the train, on the school run!!
The Eejit
****
Seamus slid into the booth opposite Ron and handed him a drink.
“I gotta admit, I lied to yer,” he said.
“What?” Ron said, raising an eyebrow.
“I need some advice,” Seamus admitted. “So I said be here at seven – the others won’t be here for twenty minutes.”
Ron’s other eyebrow joined its fellow.
“Have you never noticed how much we have in common?” Seamus said, leaning forward and looking intense.
“No,” Ron said, leaning back and looking worried.
“Ach, the same description covers the both of us – you wouldn’t be able to tell who I was talking about!”
“Seamus, since when have you had read hair and a million freckles?”
Seamus waved a dismissive hand. “Listen,” he said, turning the hand and counting on his fingers. “The funny one, the light relief, the eejit.”
“Thanks,” Ron muttered.
Seamus ignored him. “The one with the perfect best mate, the best mate who used to snog Ginny Weasley. The one who’s in love with his perfect best mate who used to snog Ginny Weasley.”
Ron gaped at him.
Seamus pulled a dramatic face. “What am I gonna do?” he wailed. “How d’you keep it from Harry?”
“Keep what from Harry?” Ron asked, frowning.
Seamus looked at him as if he was insane. “That you’re in love with him.”
“I’m not in love with him,” Ron spluttered.
“Sure y’are,” Seamus said serenely.
Ron blinked at him. “Really, I’m not.”
“Really, y’are, but he’s oblivious to the fact, and I really wanna know how you do it – you’ve spent ten years in each others pockets and never told him – or groped that arse.”
“Are you saying I wanted to grope an eleven-year-old arse?” Ron demanded.
Seamus sighed. “You didn’t fall for him until after Hermione broke up with yer.”
“I didn’t?” Ron said weakly.
“Nope,” Seamus confirmed. “But that was two years ago, now, and you’re with him twenty-four seven without spilling the old proverbials.”
“The old what?” Ron asked in alarm.
“Beans,” Seamus said, smirking. “It’s not some queer slang!”
Ron gaped at him. “I’m not in love with…”
He trailed off as the door opened and Harry, Dean and Neville entered. Harry raised a hand and turned to the bar as Dean and Neville weaved their way towards their booth.
Ron looked at Harry. Ridiculous. Seamus was such an idiot. Of course he…
Harry turned and rested one elbow on the bar as Madam Rosmerta served him. He met Ron’s eyes and grinned, broadly.
…was in love with Harry.
“…Harry,” Ron finished.
“What about Harry?” Seamus asked.
“I didn’t know,” Ron said faintly. “What’ll I do?”
“Ach, don’t worry,” Seamus said comfortingly, as Dean sat beside him and kissed him enthusiastically. “Dean has had a word with yer man.”
Title: The Eejit
Author:
shocfixWords : 450
Rating: PG
What? The 20th? It’s the 20th already??
I know I have forgotten birthdays this summer, but not my
kaalee’s!Happiest of birthdays to the luminous
kaalee - I adore you, you know that, right?I wrote this on an envelope, on the train, on the school run!!
The Eejit
****
Seamus slid into the booth opposite Ron and handed him a drink.
“I gotta admit, I lied to yer,” he said.
“What?” Ron said, raising an eyebrow.
“I need some advice,” Seamus admitted. “So I said be here at seven – the others won’t be here for twenty minutes.”
Ron’s other eyebrow joined its fellow.
“Have you never noticed how much we have in common?” Seamus said, leaning forward and looking intense.
“No,” Ron said, leaning back and looking worried.
“Ach, the same description covers the both of us – you wouldn’t be able to tell who I was talking about!”
“Seamus, since when have you had read hair and a million freckles?”
Seamus waved a dismissive hand. “Listen,” he said, turning the hand and counting on his fingers. “The funny one, the light relief, the eejit.”
“Thanks,” Ron muttered.
Seamus ignored him. “The one with the perfect best mate, the best mate who used to snog Ginny Weasley. The one who’s in love with his perfect best mate who used to snog Ginny Weasley.”
Ron gaped at him.
Seamus pulled a dramatic face. “What am I gonna do?” he wailed. “How d’you keep it from Harry?”
“Keep what from Harry?” Ron asked, frowning.
Seamus looked at him as if he was insane. “That you’re in love with him.”
“I’m not in love with him,” Ron spluttered.
“Sure y’are,” Seamus said serenely.
Ron blinked at him. “Really, I’m not.”
“Really, y’are, but he’s oblivious to the fact, and I really wanna know how you do it – you’ve spent ten years in each others pockets and never told him – or groped that arse.”
“Are you saying I wanted to grope an eleven-year-old arse?” Ron demanded.
Seamus sighed. “You didn’t fall for him until after Hermione broke up with yer.”
“I didn’t?” Ron said weakly.
“Nope,” Seamus confirmed. “But that was two years ago, now, and you’re with him twenty-four seven without spilling the old proverbials.”
“The old what?” Ron asked in alarm.
“Beans,” Seamus said, smirking. “It’s not some queer slang!”
Ron gaped at him. “I’m not in love with…”
He trailed off as the door opened and Harry, Dean and Neville entered. Harry raised a hand and turned to the bar as Dean and Neville weaved their way towards their booth.
Ron looked at Harry. Ridiculous. Seamus was such an idiot. Of course he…
Harry turned and rested one elbow on the bar as Madam Rosmerta served him. He met Ron’s eyes and grinned, broadly.
…was in love with Harry.
“…Harry,” Ron finished.
“What about Harry?” Seamus asked.
“I didn’t know,” Ron said faintly. “What’ll I do?”
“Ach, don’t worry,” Seamus said comfortingly, as Dean sat beside him and kissed him enthusiastically. “Dean has had a word with yer man.”