The Firewhisky In The Punch

Further Disclaimer: I do not own Surf's Up. I make no money from this work using the quote from the movie. It belongs to Sony and their known associates.

A/N: This one is inspired by the movie, Surf's Up.

Quote: This is gonna be good; I can feel it in my nuggets.

Story: I can feel it

Dean looked down at his boyfriend, Seamus. They'd just enjoyed their fourth round of sex and Dean was well into the post-coital phase...in fact, if he fell asleep, he didn't think he would wake up. However, there was one small hitch in that plan. Seamus was preoccupied with something and he didn't look like he was going to let it go any time soon.

So, Dean sighed and shifted so he was lying on his side, facing his love. "What's wrong?"

Seamus half smiled. "Didn't think you had noticed."

Dean raised an eyebrow. "Of course I had. I was going to let you go on, but I wanted to sleep and can't when you're not ready to give in to the exhaustion of fucking."

Seamus laughed. "I suppose so." He sighed. "It's just...Harry. He seems so out of it lately and Hermione told me that he didn't want to have a birthday party. I'm worried about him."

Dean bit his lip, thinking. "Well, I remember that he never said no to having a party when we did throw one. Maybe a surprise party?"

Seamus suddenly smiled. "Hey, yeah! I'll owl Hermione tomorrow about it. And maybe I can--"

Dean kissed Seamus. "Darling, right now, the only words out of your mouth is either fucking or sleeping. Okay?"

Seamus smirked and waggled his eyebrows. "What about 'blow job'?"

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July 31 dawned early and bright and Seamus was all but bouncing up and down on his toes. Dean smiled at his boyfriend as they both levitated the food trays they had volunteered to bring. They meet Hermione and Ron and several of their old school chums as well as several of Harry and Ron's work friends just outside the door to Harry's new home.

"Right, then," Hermione said, "We're all here? Good. Ready?"

"This is gonna be good," Ron said, looking a little red in the face. "I can feel it in my nuggets."

Dean remembered that Hermione had said something about how Ron had been against the idea of a surprise party for Harry and Dean wondered if Ron had imbibed some alcohol in order to have an excuse to having shown up.

Hermione did a countdown and then, they were all rushing in through the door. However, they all stopped dead silent as they stood in front of the living room.

"I thought you said you had made sure to keep them out of here," Draco Malfoy said from where he was buried arse deep inside Harry.

Harry sighed and tipped his head back against the couch. "I did. And I thought I had." He looked over at Hermione. "What is all this?"

"A...a..." Hermione seemed unable to get anything out.

Seamus, grinning, spoke up. "It was my idea, Harry. So sorry. You never minded when we threw parties back in school and always joined in. Could've just said you planned to spend the day fucking and we would've buggered off."

Harry sighed again. "I'd blame you, too, Ron, but clearly you were drinking at the time." He raised an eyebrow at his best friend.

Ron shrugged shamelessly, looking at Hermione who still looked to be in shock. Dean rolled his eyes. "Enough all ready. Let's leave the love birds alone, yeah? Come on, we'll go back to our place."

There was some general agreement as they all walked out. Inside the house, however, Draco pulled out of his partner.

"Well, that was rather upsetting," Draco huffed.

Harry reached out and pulled his boyfriend down so they were sitting next to each other. "I'm sorry, love."

Draco kissed his boyfriend on the nose. "It's okay. You had mentioned that Hermione seemed to be planning something. Should've taken that trip to Italy."

Harry smiled. "At least it's early yet. We still have several hours that can be used to fuck, right?"

Draco smirked. "Naturally. Now, let's get to that, eh?"