Harry Potter Short Stories

Nightmares and Homemade Cheesecake (Deamus)

It all started on the first anniversary of the final battle. Dean and Seamus had been flat mates for a large part of that year, best friends as always. They had met up with some friends and couples at the Malfoy-Potter residence, Dean was still a bit shocked by that one and Seamus still swore he saw it coming from third year. Either way the evening was nice but there was some lingering tension due to how many people were there from both sides of the war.
Draco and Harry, Ginny and Blaise, Pansy and her fiancé Emma; other couples like Ron and Hermione were there and some other singles as well. It was a great night.

Dean and Seamus made it home around one o'clock the next morning and they stumbled off into their separate rooms. Dean went right to sleep after settling into his pajamas and bed. Seamus, in the next room over, was a different story. He tossed and turned and couldn't seem to fall asleep.

Eventually he did sleep, though he wished he hadn't. The nightmare came back.

"Harry Potter is dead!" Voldemort grinned and sneered.

Dean and Seamus stood side by side and looked to Hagrid's arms where Harry lay in sync. Seamus let out a whimper and buried his face into the significantly taller boy's chest. Dean wrapped his arm around Seamus, holding the boy up and holding himself up as well.

It was over. Voldemort had won. Harry was dead. He couldn't believe it.

Then the scene reset itself but this time it was Dean being carried out of the forbidden forest in Hagrid's arms. It was Dean's lanky frame that lay dead in those giant arms.

"Dean Thomas is dead, Harry Potter come face me or more sacrifices will be made!"

How dare he call Dean a sacrifice! Dean was everything. He was the most amazing person to ever exist: he was no sacrifice.

Seamus collapsed on the ground with a flash of green light.

"Shay! Wake up it's me, Dean. It's okay, just wake up!" Seamus woke to Dean shaking him, "nightmare?"

Seamus just shook his head as Dean wiped the tears from his cheeks. He let out a shiver at the tender gesture, he cherished the touch of Dean's hand on his face because that dream had been so real. He had thought Dean was dead, but here he was soothing a very shaken Seamus.

"Come on, love," Dean whispered grabbing the smaller boy's hand and leading him into their small apartment kitchen.

Dean plopped Seamus on the counter and went to work. He knew exactly what to do when Seamus had a bad nightmare. Hot cocoa and Dean's famous homemade cheesecake. Luckily he had a saved few slices for them when he made some for the party earlier so he just had to freshen it up a bit and make the hot cocoa.

A couple minutes later he handed one mug (Seamus' favorite mug that had little penguins all over it with a pink background) to the boy and a slice of cheesecake. They ate in silence because Dean knew that the usually very talkative boy needed silence when scared. He also knew that Shay would talk when he was ready to talk.

After a while of silence, Seamus sat his penguin mug down and moved over to where Dean sat at the table. He hugged the darker boy with everything in him and a silent tear rolled down his cheek. Dean scooped the boy up in his arms and hugged him back just as hard.

"Dean," Seamus let out a deep breath, "please can I sleep with you tonight?"

"Of course, Shay, of course."

The pair padded down the hall and into Dean's dark blue room. Dean was first to climb back into bed and Seamus crawled in shortly afterwards. For a while they just lay back to back; Dean eyes closed and trying hard not to think about the boy he loved just on the other side of his bed, Seamus eyes wide open and unable to sleep and barely able to breathe. They both wanted the same thing, neither wanted to be first to cave.

Then Dean heard Seamus sniffle. He caved.

He rolled over without saying a word and wrapped his arms around the smaller boy. He felt Seamus melt into his frame and his breathing slow. And when he was sure Seamus was asleep he whispered quietly, "I love you Shay." Before falling asleep too.

A few hours later Dean's obnoxiously loud alarm went off waking the two boys. Seamus let out a loud groan at the annoying thing disturbing his sleep. Dean let out an equally loud laugh at grumpy, non-morning-person Seamus. Dean then realized just what kind of position they were in. He had one arm underneath Seamus and one splayed across the bed, his long legs were in quite the tangle with Seamus' shorter ones, Seamus had one arm on Dean's chest and one raised above their heads, hand dangling so it ghosted over the top of Dean's hair.

He really didn't want to move.

Then a surprisingly chipper Seamus threw the sheets off of them and rolled out of bed. He went straight to Dean's closet and pulled on an old jumper that dwarfed Seamus and grabbed a pair of woolen socks for his feet. Dean rolled his eyes at him but let a small, private smile grace his features.

Seamus strolled over to Dean's side of the bed and grabbed his hand and dragging him into the kitchen. He sat himself back on the counter he had been on earlier and pointed for Dean to make them breakfast.

He gave him a funny look and Seamus said, "what?" with a shrug he continued, "I'm hungry. Oh and I love you too."

Dean dropped the piece of toast he'd been uttering and turned to face Seamus. The boy had moved from the counter and was standing entirely to close to be normal, grinning like a banshee. Dean opened his mouth to say something, anything really, but was stopped when a pair of lips met his own.

Needless to say, Seamus cleaned out his stuff and moved it to the room next door and Dean's room became their room and Seamus' room became the guest room.

A.N. for @officalkayleigh I hope you enjoyed!!!