Unrequited Love

It was nearly winter and the fresh snow rested lightly on the trees, making Hogwarts look like a winter wonderland. It was nice and warm in the common room; the smell of hot chocolate and cookies a permanent aroma. Seamus Finnegan sat in front of the fireplace in the Gryffindor Common Room, trying to concentrate on his essay for Potions. This was proven to be quite a challenge as Dean Thomas and the rest of his Gryffindor friends were creating quite a ruckus on the other side of the fat lady portrait. They all stumbled in, Harry leaning heavily on Ron, who he was currently dating. It appeared they had been drinking.

"Hey guys okay," Dean said seriously, "Why did Lady Gaga cry?"

Everyone stared at him, dumbfounded as Ron asked Harry "Whose Lady Gaga?"

"Because someone poked her face! Get it? Poker face?" Dean said and immediately burst into drunken laughter.

Neville was leaning on some random 2nd year for support, who later told him to get lost and pushed him onto the floor. Harry had tears running down his face from laughing so hard. Ron was staring, still dumbfounded, at Dean. Seamus rolled his eyes and turned back to his essay. Dean stumbled his way over and asked Seamus "Why didn't you come with us to the Three Broomsticks? Ron had a bottle of vodka…"

Dean had seemed to forgotten that he was talking, his voice fading and his eyes wandering the room. He eventually wandered away, over to Ginny, who was studying on a near- by couch. Seamus tried to look away as Dean kissed Ginny and put his arm around her. But he found this nearly impossible. He was ever so confused as to why he had the sudden urge to go and rip Ginny's hair out. He shook his head free of the thoughts, trying again to write his essay. After attempting this for 5 more minutes, he gave up, closing his book and rolling up his parchment.

He made his way up the boy's dormitory, ignoring the weird looks he was getting from his friends. 'What's their problem?' he asked himself thoughtfully. Then he remembered that he was usually a night owl, going to bed at 2 in the morning hadn't uncommon; But lately staying up past 10 posed to be a problem. He had been sleeping for an uncommonly long time and sometimes was still tired after 11 hours of sleep. Depressing thoughts often ran through his mind and he had no clues as to why. He only knew that it nearly killed him every time he saw Dean and Ginny share a kiss or simply hug. No one had caught on yet and it had been going on for weeks now.

Now, standing uselessly in front of his trunk, it was like a 100 bricks had suddenly appeared on his back. He had no clue how he was going to muster the energy to get into bed, let alone dress for it. He shook what he could of it off and got into bed, stripping down to his boxers as he went.

He closed his eyes and willed himself to go to sleep. It wouldn't come as he lay there, thinking about everything and nothing. He was confused about Dean and what he felt when he looked at him. He closed his eyes again and forced himself not to think about the black angel that cuddled with Ginny down stairs. It was no use, because he knew, even if he miraculously stopped thinking about him now, he knew he would haunt him under his closed eye lids when sleep gifted Seamus with its presence.

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The next morning, Seamus felt like shit, which he predicted of course. He lay in bed, staring absently at his bed cover, thoughts consumed by suicide ideas. He had been considering this for some time and the fact that no one had noticed only strengthened the idea that none of his so-called friends really cared for him. It was just an act, made to make everyone involved appear wanted and well liked. Seamus closed his eyes again, wanting to slip off into oblivion forever.

"Who the fuck is this from?" Ron's angry voice came howling from downstairs.

"Ron! I already told you, I have no clue!" Harry's panicked voice responded "It was just resting on my bedside table when I woke up this morning!"

"Uh-huh, I really believe you. Come and find me when you decide to tell me the truth." Ron said in a cold voice.

Following this, Seamus overheard protests, saying things like 'Ron come back!' or 'Think rationally!' Seamus drug himself out of bed, wrapping a robe around is slight frame, still nude from sleep. 'I better go check on Harry,' Seamus thought.

Harry rested in a heap on the common room floor, a crumpled up letter rested in front of him. Seamus picked up the letter, curious as to what caused such a commotion.

You Don't Notice

Watching you, you don't notice

Loving you, you don't notice.

Reaching towards you, you don't notice.

Crying over you, you don't notice.

Breaking over you, you don't notice.

Cutting for you, you don't notice.

Killing for you, you don't notice.

Hurting for you, you don't notice.

Whatever I do, you don't notice.

Your killing me one slow, agonizing day at a time.

And yet, you still fail to notice me.

Seamus looked at the beautifully written poem that spelled out his situation with Dean perfectly, yet he hadn't been the one to write it. Could it be that he wasn't the only person in Hogwarts that constantly pined for someone he couldn't have?