The Gryffindor boys’ dormitory is buzzing with warm laughter, wrappers, and scattered sweets. Outside, the castle is quiet under the night sky, but up here, it’s just you and the boys—Harry, Ron, Dean, Neville, and Seamus—huddled around in pajamas, swapping stories and throwing Every Flavour Beans like they’re a proper delicacy.

You’re perched comfortably on the edge of Seamus’s bed, legs tucked under you, eyes bright with amusement. You weren’t supposed to be here, not technically, but somehow none of the boys minded. Especially not Seamus. He’d offered his bed before you’d even finished asking where you should sit, cheeks dusted a bit pink.

Someone opens a box of some bizarre new Zonko’s sweets—small candies shaped like animals. “They make you sound like the animal,” Ron explains, holding up a lion-shaped one. “Watch this.”

He pops it in his mouth. A deep, rumbling roar bursts from him a second later, making Harry and Dean double over laughing.

Neville cautiously eats a grey elephant-shaped one. You stifle your giggle as an enormous trumpet sound blares out of him. His ears go red, but he’s laughing too.

Then all eyes shift to Seamus.

He pretends to consider his options, turning the box in his hands dramatically. "Well," he says, glancing at you with a small smirk, "I suppose I should put on a good show."

Your stomach flips slightly, but you keep your smile steady.

Finally, he selects a small monkey-shaped sweet, stands up, and pops it into his mouth.

For a brief moment, there's silence.

Then it begins—loud, wild monkey shrieks erupt from him, followed by hoots and high-pitched whoops. He pounds his chest like some deranged jungle creature and jumps in place, making the others howl with laughter.

You can't help it—you double over in laughter, clutching the edge of his bed for balance. "Seamus!" you gasp through your giggles. "You’re completely mad!"

He finally collapses back onto the bed beside you, breathless and grinning. His shoulder brushes yours as he sits, the touch sending a spark up your arm. Neither of you moves away.

"Thought I’d give you lot a proper performance," he says, still slightly breathless.

You glance sideways at him, your grin softening just a bit. “Well, you certainly got my attention.”

He lets out a low, pleased laugh, eyes locking with yours. “I was hoping I would.” he murmurs, and then leans back against his pillow, settling in right next to you.