Name: Sleeping Traumas

Author: SerpentSlaveChik

Rating: R

Pairing: Harry/Dean

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.

Summary: Harry and Dean are peacefully sleeping when they are discovered.

Author's Note:Well, I wrote this spontaneously. I felt that there should be a story featuring Harry and Dean. So I wrote one. Hope you guys like, the first Harry/Dean on fanfiction.

So yes, this is slash between the male/male varieties, if you don't like, shoo! Away! Be gone fiendish creature!

It was unbelievable. But for some reason totally expected. Both of them the more reserved of their respective duo. And when Ron opened the curtains that early morning to rouse Harry, and instead found two lumps, he didn't scream. Instead he closed the curtain and walked to Seamus's bedside. He roused the Irish boy from his slumber, poking him continuously. Seamus finally woke up and looked Ron, looked at the clock, then back at Ron.

"Why the hell are you waking me up so bloody early?" he rasped out.

"Shh!" Ron almost shrieked. "I think I might be going a little crazy, and I need you to confirm my sanity or not."

"What the bloody hell! This early in the morning?"

"Yes," Ron pointed to Harry's bed. "Tell me what you see."

Seamus stood up muttering nonstop about annoying redheads and being woken to early in the morning. He opened the curtains, and he did scream. Not of fear or surprise, but out of joy. Seamus ran back to Neville's bed and jumped in, shocking the brown-haired boy awake.

"Nev! You owe me twenty galleons!" he yelled.

"Why?" Neville said sleepily.

"Look!" At his angle, Neville could clearly see the two boys curled around each other. "Fuck!"

"Such language, now hand the money over!" Seamus stuck his hand out waiting to be paid.

"Guys, could you be quiet? Harry and Dean are still sleeping." Ron shut them up quickly. "I don't think we should let them know that we know. Maybe they're not ready to come out yet, ya know?"

"Eh, ok." Both Seamus and Neville shrugged. "But you still owe me the money Neville,"

"Alright, alright. Just shut up and let me go to sleep," Neville turned around and somehow instantly fell back to sleep.

"I'm not sleepy, I'm gonna go eat breakfast." Seamus said.

"Wait for me, I have nothing to do. It's Saturday anyways."

Both boys showered and dressed for the day. Ron was waiting down at the bottom of the staircase when Seamus bounded down the stairs. He looked around and saw no one around.

"It super quiet," Seamus said amazed. "It's never been like this."

"You've never woken up this early, dumbass."

The light shone through the curtains hitting the boys' faces and gently rousing them from sleep. The raven-haired boy looked at his lover and smiled. The dark-skinned boy looked back at him and softly placed a kiss on the other boy's temple.

"Morning Harry,"

"Morning love," Dean smiled at his lover. "Do you sleeping here was a bit too dangerous?"

"Don't worry about it," Harry smiled with a gleam in his eyes.

"But-" he was cut off with a passionate kiss. It became more heated and large moans filled the room. Harry climbed on top of Dean and grabbed his wand. He pulled away for a moment and muttered a quick lubrication charm.

"Oh Harry, fuck me already,"

"Are we a bit impatient this morning?" Harry grinned at his lover, teasing his entrance.

"Harry," Dean said in a warning tone.

"Okay love,"

All that followed were loud moans and screaming of each other's names. When they reached their completion, they reluctantly stood up to shower, again taking an extra long time.

"What is it Neville?" Ron asked. Both he and Seamus had returned from breakfast and were waiting for Hermione to get her books so she could explain to them some potions ingredients.

"Traumatizing," was all he said. He sat down on the couch with his friends surrounding him.

"What's traumatizing? You're still in your PJ's." Seamus said. He sat down next him and put an arm on his shoulder.

"Harry. Dean. Fucking. Upstairs. Now." He said in short gasps.

"Are you serious?" Ron and Seamus both looked away, holding their laughter.

"Guys, it's really traumatizing. Try hearing them so lou-"

"Oh god Harry!"

"Unh Dean!"

There was silence among the semi-empty common room. They few that were there stared in shock at the stairs leading to the boys' dormitory. Ron looked around and figured there were only two first years, beside themselves, in the common room.

"Not a word," he said to them. They were terrified of seventh years enough to obey. "Now guys, I think it would be safe to play quidditch now."

"But I'm in my PJ's," Neville whined.

"You're a wizard Nev," Seamus rolled his eyes to the ceiling.

"Right." Neville pulled out his wand and cast a quick charm, changing his clothes into everyday wear.

The boys walked out to the filed and began a quick game of quidditch. The first year followed in their footsteps and continued to study in the library. Hermione came down the steps to find the common room empty.


End Notes: I don't know if I'm going to continue this or not. It depends on the feedback I get. And yeah, I know, it isn't mainly Harry/Dean but the story revolves around them. Hope you guys like! PLEASE REVIEW!