Just a little fanfiction inspired by that little scene in the 7th book when Dean is sitting by Luna as she uses her new wand. He's apparently depressed that he has no wand but it got me thinking. Is it something far deeper?
I think you always loved him, right from when you first met him as a wise-cracking, fun-loving Irish boy who was even worse at spells than you were. You just didn't know it yet.
You were always friends, the double-act, Seamus-and-Dean; the names synonymous but not yet one. You weren't Seamus-and-Dean.
When did you first realise you loved him? Was it when he laughed in the dorm one night and your eyes locked and the world faded away? Was it when you fell over one time and he helped you up and your hands stayed together for longer than was strictly necessary? Or was it not one moment at all but lots of little moments that added up to "I'm in love with my best mate. And it feels right."
You can hear Luna talking to you but you don't respond. Your thoughts are far away. With Seamus.