Evactuation of the Flumpawumps

Omake 4: He even left a card.

The two boys pushed and shoved each-other as they made their way up the stairs.

"…So then she said the magic words, 'wanna take this somewhere more quiet?'. That's when I made my move."

"Bull-shit" he replied, giving the guy a rough shove. "I was there that night Dean, and that's the part where 'yeh threw up and passed out! Nothin' happened!"

Dean shoved him straight back.

"You're just jealous, there's no need to lie!"

"I'm not lyin'! If you think you got pissed and had your naughty little way with the Patil sisters, then there be somethin' wrong with ya' lad."

"There was nothing little about it, I'll have you know!"

"Fuck off man! What do you take me for huh?"

Seamus pushed him one last time, and did so a little too hard. They both fell in a heap right before their dorm, and they pushed and shoved each-other on the stone floor for a moment before the Irish youth rolled onto his back and started to laugh.

It wasn't long before Dean joined in.

"It could have happened!" he said between hearty laughs.

"Not bloody likely, maybe it would have worked better if they were the ones drunk and you were sober?"

"Hey! You saying I can't catch a bird? I dated Ginny Weasely! She's a fox!"

"That din' make any sense. She a bird or a fox?"

"Both!"

"Didn't close though, did ya'?"

"…No"

"There ya' go. I'm likin' the honesty though!" he said, and he got to his feet. "Up you go boy-o"

Seamus pulled him to his feet and they were off into the room.

"For the record, I don't think my inability to close with her had anything to do with me; I still think she's into Potter…"

"You keep tellin' yourself that bud, you keep… hey, what's that on me bed?"

"How would I know, I didn't put it there!"

"Is that a fuckin' fruit basket? Again? I'm not gay! Stop it already!"

"I didn't say you were gay."

"Is it 'cause I'm Irish? Is that why everyone thinks I'm gay? Bono's Irish, and no one thinks he's a poof!"

"I think he's a poof, but that's just me. Well, there's no reason to let good food go to waste, want an apple or something?"

"I do like apples."

"There you go. Wait, this isn't a fruit basket."

"Muffins? I'll take something manly; like a bran muffin."

"First, bran isn't manly, it's elderly. Second, it's not muffins. It's booze."

Seamus' eyes lit up.

"Booze?"

"Lots of it. It's arrayed in a bit of a bouquet, so you can gleam some gay insults from that if you'd like."

"…Someone sent me booze?"

"Yes. There is a booze basket sitting on your bed."

Seamus sprinted over to his bed to take a long hard look at his gift.

"This is the best gift anyone has ever given me…" A single tear fell down his cheek.

"Whoa. It's just booze man."

He ran a lone finger over an overly large bottle of whiskey.

"But it's my booze."

"There's a note; it says, 'Thank you. –HP.'" Dean looked up from the note and looked at Seamus, "What did you do for Harry that required him to gift you this much of the good stuff?"

"I don't know, but it must have been quite the service…" he trailed off for a moment before addressing Dean once again, "Hey, let's find the Patil twins and see if we can get lucky!"

"The twins are mine Seamus!"

"Let's just see if ya' can snag one of 'em before going for the set, eh?"

"Hey, it's not like I have to convince girls that I'm really, really not gay before they'll take me seriously!"

"Why you!"

…By the time they ended their impromptu brawl, it was curfew and the Patils were fast asleep in their beds.

Omake 5: That's just nasty…

"Luna, there are some things I just will not do, and this is one of them."

"Really? You won't?

"No, that looks and sounds disgusting! How could anyone go for that?"

"Hey, I'm quite partial to a—"

"Don't say it! If you don't day it, I don't have to picture it!"

"'Cmon! Just a little bit, it's not as gross as it sounds."

"How could it not be? Imagine all the stuff… just, pouring… out of it…" he said, "It makes me gag just thinking of it!"

"You watched me yesterday! Did you gag then?"

"No."

"If I do so recall, you were so hot and bothered that you had to leave the room and I had to polish your wand… remember?"

"I guess so…"

"Okay then, just put your hands around it, and go to town!"

Harry let out a reluctant sigh before lifting up the pancake-bacon-jam-oatmeal-syrup sandwich.

"Here goes nothing."

He took a big bite out of the monstrosity and chewed carefully for a few moments.

"Well?" she finally asked.

He swallowed the bite before finally saying, "Surprisingly good."

"See! Now we're going to replace the jam for gravy on the next one…"

"Okay… Wait, what?"

AN:

If you don't 'get' omake 4, I suggest re-reading the third chapter :P

It has something to do with Some advice Seamus gave Harry.