Forever Blowing Bubbles

Dean || Homeward Bound || Closed

Dean gave a slight shiver; it was cold even with his coat. He’d been waiting to go home for a while now, and though he would miss his friends and Seamus, he wanted to go home to see his brothers and sisters.

He sighed. He’d wanted to get the drawing of the Giant Squid in the Lake before he left, but that just didn’t happen. With everything going on, he’d missed his opportunity and it got much too cold to sit around outside drawing. Impossible more like. His fingers turned numb every time he went outside without his gloves and it was just impossible to draw with gloves on. He’ll just have to wait until March or April or something before he fulfilled his promise.

He couldn’t wait to get home, couldn’t wait to see his family. Even if they were a bit annoying at times. 

He stepped onto the train and immediately felt better, so much warmer it was inside. Now he just needed to find a compartment…

#now i want to watch the movies    #lol    

OOC: So my finals are over…

…and I can finally breathe again. So if anyone wants to RP with Dean just leave me a msg or start one :)

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OOC: Dean is completely free Right now!

But unfortunately I’m not. I know I haven’t been on much anyway, but I’ll be gone for about another 2 weeks until my final exams are over. I most likely won’t really have time to check here too often.

Rory/Myya, if you feel 2 weeks is too long and want to replace me or something, I will understand. >.< I really haven’t been on here as much as I’d like :<.

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Harry and Dean || Rainy Day Discussion || Complete

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Harry and Dean || Rainy Day Discussion

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“Couple of weeks?” Dean managed to choke out, “That long?” He stared incredulously at Harry, then frowned. “Are you sure about this Harry?” he asked, concerned about his friend “How do you know he isn’t just using you or something?” There were lots of reasons Dean didn’t like or trust Malfoy, one of the biggest being that Harry hadn’t. “I mean, do you…l-like him now? Trust him?” he continued, “It wasn’t that long ago that you two were fighting whenever you happen to meet.”

“I think Ginny’ll try to hex you regardless of how she found out. She won’t be happy about this, especially since you waited so long to tell her. I don’t think you’ll have to worry about her finding out from somewhere else though. Chances are she won’t listen to any of it unless it comes straight from you or Hermione…maybe Ron,” Dean said. There was no doubt in his mind that Ron and Hermione knew. Harry wouldn’t be telling him if he hadn’t already told them, especially for something so important. He paused there, realising that that may have been the reason behind the tension between Ron and Harry recently. “This is why you and Ron were at odds with one another recently isn’t it?”

Harry shoved his hands in his pocket, understanding of Dean’s concerns, but…still. It was like no one trusted his judgement. “I’m really, really, 100% sure that I’m serious about him, and that there’s no way he’s just fooling with me.” He answered, confidently, completely sure. Because as much as he was wary of actually admitting how deep his feelings went, or where they were going, he knew that much was absolutely true.

“Is this what love feels like…?”

It was getting less and less surprising that their last night, and the surprisingly serious conversation they had had, kept popping into his thoughts. “I do trust him.” He repeated, this time without the almost hostile edge to his voice, but still confident. He sighed at Dean’s rationale, knowing the other boy was right and he would have to tough it up and face Ginny, sooner more preferably than later. The girl was so stubborn, Harry wasn’t sure if she would even believe him if he told her that he was dating none other than Draco Malfoy.

“Yeah, it was. He…there was a bit of a Halloween celebration and me and Draco got drunk…weren’t thinking so much about hiding, and he figured it out. He was more upset over that, I think, than over…well…Draco and I,” he explained. “Seems I’m going through all the Weasleys one by one,” he joked with a small smirk. “Just upsetting them all as I go.”

Dean continued to frown, but nodded all the same. Whatever Draco Malfoy’s feelings may be, Harry, at least, seemed completely serious about. Dean didn’t know Malfoy well having never said more than maybe a handful of things to the guy—maybe even less—in the five years that they’ve known each other. In fact, Dean was pretty sure Malfoy didn’t even know who he was, not that that really mattered to him. And that was what really worried him, because although he trusted Harry, he didn’t know if he could do the same for Malfoy. “As long as you’re sure, Harry,” he said to Harry, still unsure himself, “I hope it works out well for the both of you, then.”

“Ginny won’t hold too much of a grudge. Once she gets it out of her system, she’ll probably be happy for you. But a bit of advice, tell her soon. The longer you put it off, the more upset she would probably be. And we both know how she’ll channel that anger.” He shuddered just thinking about it. “And don’t try to avoid it. It’s probably best to just let her do her worst or she’ll make it that much uglier.”

“Thanks,” Harry mumbled with a grateful half-smirk, though he was finding himself a bit distracted, thoughts of Draco and his quickly spiraling feelings preoccupying him.

But he refocused with a wince as Dean warned him not to wait too long with telling Ginny. “Yeah, I know…” he started distractedly, ringing out the hem of his t-shirt with chill-stiff fingers. “She’ll fire off a few stunning hexes his way, at the very least.”

He gave a slightly frustrated sigh and rubbed his face in his hands. “I just… I don’t know I just worry because…” Because she had feelings for me. Does, or used to, Harry wasn’t quite sure anymore, but how was he supposed to express that concern to her current boyfriend? “She’s just always had a sort of… thing for me I guess, or she used to, and I’m worried that the fact that I’m dating not only a bloke, but Draco Malfoy, and that I kept it from her…” He trailed off. Basically, he just wasn’t looking forward to it.

“Plus she’s proud too, you know? I’m not sure she’ll be willing to look passed all the history to see what I see. Draco’s never been kind to any of the Weasleys…”

He sighed again then cracked a grin at Dean. “Sorry,” he apologized. “For the blabbering.”

Dean reached out and gave Harry an awkward pat. “Her stubbornness and pride are one of her best qualities don’t you think? Don’t worry too much, Harry, since she cares a lot about you. Once she gets over all of that, I’m sure she’ll be happy for you,” Dean said. “Besides, she’ll take any excuse to hex Draco Malfoy she can get. Though I guess that isn’t necessarily a good thing for you, is it?” he laughed a bit nervously.

"I don’t much mind…" Dean said, then, "Thank you, Harry, for telling me. Though I guess you only wanted my opinion on Ginny’s reaction, but still, I’m glad you trust me with this."

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#i feel everything is kinda rendered useless because of the ginny change    #idk anymore    #since i had everything planned out with moo    #oh wells    #prophecyseeker    

Dean & Seamus || Shack it Up || Complete

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Dean & Seamus || Shack it Up

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Dean was glad Seamus decided to light the way. He didn’t think he could get to his wand right now. He hoped he wouldn’t need it.

It wasn’t too long before they reached a slope. Everything still seemed too cramped, but at least they may be closing in on the exit…where ever that may be.

“WHOA!” Dean exclaimed as Seamus suddenly screamed and began pushed against him, “What? What happened? What did you see? Are we in the Forest?”

He heard another loud THWACK of something thrashing about, but just as suddenly, it all went quiet. Dean frowned and shot Seamus an exasperated look.

“It sounds like it’s gone, whatever it is.”

Wishing he was put together enough to hit Dean, Seamus breathed deeply for a long couple of moments before speaking.

“That was the Whomping Willow.” He managed somewhat evenly. Seamus let go of Dean’s shoulders and sat on his tush, still a little shaken. Why the hell would someone put the bloody stupid murderous tree practically on top of a secret exit? It was counterproductive, Seamus decided, and stupid and hysterically paranoid. God his heart was beating so fast.

Dean raised an eyebrow as he watched Seamus drop to the floor. “Whomping Willow? As in the one on the grounds?”

He took a few steps forward past Seamus and tried to peer out through the opening above them. It had gotten pretty late and all he could really make out were the branches. It sure looked like the Willow.

“Great. What now? I don’t really fancy walking all the way back to the Shack in this damn tunnel.”

“Well I don’t fancy walking either, but I’ll be damned if I know how to defeat a murderous tree.” Seamus shot back, finally getting his land legs back. He stood up and started to walk back to the house, awkwardly walking past Dean. “You can try fight it, wouldn’t advise it though.”

His fire maniac side of him that was always pleased with the explosions quickly advised firey boom for the tree, but he shut it up with a pointed ‘this is supposed to be secret potions practice place’ and he was reasonably sure the tree was school property for whatever blasted reason.

Dean looked outside again. There must be a way past the tree, otherwise, why would there be a tunnel under it?  But he’d no idea what that could be. With the tree swinging around dangerously in front of him and a dark, narrow, barely-large-enough-for-him-to-walk-through tunnel behind him, he’d take the tunnel. But only reluctantly.

With a groan, Dean started following Seamus back into the narrow space of the tunnel. “I can’t wait to get out,” he grumbled quietly.

Dean & Seamus || Shack it Up

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Seamus trotted over and ducked his head inside. He whistled. “No doors and windows, now a secret passageway? I smell adventure!” He sniffed. “Certainly is a stench of something.”

He started walking down the steps, two at a time, with a rather reckless pace. “C’mon Dean, it’s your discovered passageway.”

Dean followed Seamus into the darkness feeling every bit as excited as he had when they first approached the Shack.

The passageway was cramped and much too low for his height. He was bent over double and had trouble just going forward, but he was curious as to where it might go. “Where do you think it’ll lead us?” Dean wondered aloud. It seemed to be heading in the direction of Hogwarts, but he couldn’t be sure. Maybe they’ll come out in the middle of the Forbidden Forest.

“Knowing my luck, it’ll lead us to something horribly dangerous.” Seamus joked as he hunched over uncomfortably. Obviously whoever had been contracted to make this tunnel did a horrible job of making it sized for humans. He pulled out his wand as they approached the end, the poor lighting making it difficult to see anything much.

“Lumos.” His wand brightened up the passageway a bit eerily, he noted, and revealed a trapdoor. “Brilliant! This is something out of my mum’s mystery novels almost.”

He pushed it open clumsily and looked up with a grin. Then he screamed shrill and high as he pulled the trapdoor closed. The door closed shut with a thunk, nearly crushing Seamus’s fingers, and there was an alarming sound of something heavy flinging itself against the wooden door. Seamus pushed at Dean, wheezing in panic and fear.

“Move move move moooove.” He sputtered out as he held his shoulders and forced his friend away from the trapdoor.

Dean was glad Seamus decided to light the way. He didn’t think he could get to his wand right now. He hoped he wouldn’t need it.

It wasn’t too long before they reached a slope. Everything still seemed too cramped, but at least they may be closing in on the exit…where ever that may be.

“WHOA!” Dean exclaimed as Seamus suddenly screamed and began pushed against him, “What? What happened? What did you see? Are we in the Forest?”

He heard another loud THWACK of something thrashing about, but just as suddenly, it all went quiet. Dean frowned and shot Seamus an exasperated look.

“It sounds like it’s gone, whatever it is.”

Wishing he was put together enough to hit Dean, Seamus breathed deeply for a long couple of moments before speaking.

“That was the Whomping Willow.” He managed somewhat evenly. Seamus let go of Dean’s shoulders and sat on his tush, still a little shaken. Why the hell would someone put the bloody stupid murderous tree practically on top of a secret exit? It was counterproductive, Seamus decided, and stupid and hysterically paranoid. God his heart was beating so fast.

Dean raised an eyebrow as he watched Seamus drop to the floor. “Whomping Willow? As in the one on the grounds?”

He took a few steps forward past Seamus and tried to peer out through the opening above them. It had gotten pretty late and all he could really make out were the branches. It sure looked like the Willow.

"Great. What now? I don’t really fancy walking all the way back to the Shack in this damn tunnel."

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Dean & Seamus || Shack it Up

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Seamus trotted over and ducked his head inside. He whistled. “No doors and windows, now a secret passageway? I smell adventure!” He sniffed. “Certainly is a stench of something.”

He started walking down the steps, two at a time, with a rather reckless pace. “C’mon Dean, it’s your discovered passageway.”

Dean followed Seamus into the darkness feeling every bit as excited as he had when they first approached the Shack.

The passageway was cramped and much too low for his height. He was bent over double and had trouble just going forward, but he was curious as to where it might go. “Where do you think it’ll lead us?” Dean wondered aloud. It seemed to be heading in the direction of Hogwarts, but he couldn’t be sure. Maybe they’ll come out in the middle of the Forbidden Forest.

“Knowing my luck, it’ll lead us to something horribly dangerous.” Seamus joked as he hunched over uncomfortably. Obviously whoever had been contracted to make this tunnel did a horrible job of making it sized for humans. He pulled out his wand as they approached the end, the poor lighting making it difficult to see anything much.

“Lumos.” His wand brightened up the passageway a bit eerily, he noted, and revealed a trapdoor. “Brilliant! This is something out of my mum’s mystery novels almost.”

He pushed it open clumsily and looked up with a grin. Then he screamed shrill and high as he pulled the trapdoor closed. The door closed shut with a thunk, nearly crushing Seamus’s fingers, and there was an alarming sound of something heavy flinging itself against the wooden door. Seamus pushed at Dean, wheezing in panic and fear.

“Move move move moooove.” He sputtered out as he held his shoulders and forced his friend away from the trapdoor.

Dean was glad Seamus decided to light the way. He didn’t think he could get to his wand right now. He hoped he wouldn’t need it.

It wasn’t too long before they reached a slope. Everything still seemed too cramped, but at least they may be closing in on the exit…where ever that may be.

"WHOA!" Dean exclaimed as Seamus suddenly screamed and began pushed against him, "What? What happened? What did you see? Are we in the Forest?"

He heard another loud THWACK of something thrashing about, but just as suddenly, it all went quiet. Dean frowned and shot Seamus an exasperated look.

"It sounds like it’s gone, whatever it is."

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infamouslydesired replied to your post: OOC: You probably don’t remember me but…

LAME about Harry. I will make sure he gets back to you. Seamus is a hard one to pin down. :(

Ah, I know Seamus irl, and she knows i’m waiting. She also has exams so yeah…

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