A/N: Since my last fic isn't really good, I shall make a good one! Enjoy~
It was a usual evening at Hogsmeade, the students are spending their weekend mostly at Hogsmeade. The Three Broomsticks was crowded with students, including Seamus and his best friend, Dean. They sat at a table for two, sipping a glass of butterbeer. Dean was browsing through his sketchbook, looking for mistakes he could've made earlier while Seamus was looking at the people there. Seamus saw Draco and his gang sitting in a corner, whispering.
"Hey, Dean.." Seamus said as he nudged his friend. Dean looked up, "Yea?" he said as Seamus pointed to Draco and his gang. "What do you think they're talking about? It's seemed so secret-ish.." Seamus said, as Draco and his gang were browsing through some papers. Dean sighed, "Seamus, you always have to know every secret there is at Hogwarts, do you?" Dean said as he turned back his concentration on his sketches. Seamus looked at Dean, "what is they're plotting something bad? I ought to know!" Seamus looked back again at the Slytherins while Dean sighed and took a sip of his butterbeer.
Seamus saw that some of the papers Draco was holding fell, he nudged Dean again, "Dean, look!" Seamus' eyes were on the fallen papers, but Dean had put his gaze on something else. Draco bent down to get his papers, Dean blinked, "Seamus, you know what?" he said as he straighten up and opened a blank page on his sketchbook. Seamus still kept his eyes on the papers, "what?" he asked. "Draco had a nice body, I would love to draw that!" he said as he know sketching at his sketchbook, Seamus glared at the taller boy, "What?" he said. Dean, still sketching on his sketchbook answered, "He had a nice arse, I would love to draw that. Maybe I should make an arrange—" Seamus cut Dean's words with a death glare, "Are you kidding? Those papers had every Howarts' students' name on it! What if he might do something bad?" Seamus said, his tone became more and more serious.
"You know what his father's like," he started again as Dean put his gaze on Draco again, "Dean, he's from Slytherin! Why are you wanting to sketch him, sketch someone else!" Seamus doesn't know why but he had this unhappy feeling inside him. Dean looked at him again, "since when you cared about what or who I sketched?" Dean asked. Seamus paused, he doesn't even know. "I.. er.. Dean—I.. " Seamus was acting odd, trying to find a reason why Dean should sketch someone else besides Draco. Dean raised an eyebrow, "If you don't—" "Fine, you can sketch whoever you want! I'm going out!" Seamus left his money at the table and leaved harshly. Dean was dumbfounded.
Seamus was near the lake, alone. He was gazing at the reflections at the lake, why couldn't Dean just sketch this? He thought. Then, someone's hand landed on his shoulders, it was someone with a darker complexion than him, with long fingers, they were Dean's. "Hey." He sat beside Seamus, who was frowning now. "What do you want?" Seamus snapped as he moved Dean's hand from his shoulders. Dean let out a silent laugh, "that's what I wanted to ask you, what do you want?" Seamus, still frowning gazed at the lake, "nothing" he murmured. Dean being a good friend he is smiled, "there must be something Seamus, just tell me okay? I won't get angry.." he said as calm as possible although inside, he was panicking on why Seamus became snappish and all.
Seamus looked at Dean and back again at the lake, "what do you see in him, that made you want to sketch him?" he bent and lay on his back, looking at the blue sky above. "Well," Dean started as he too lay on his back beside Seamus. "he has a nice body," Seamus scowled, Dean laughed a bit. "What kind of body does he have?" Seamus asked again, putting both arms behind his head. "It's thin, and I've got to admit I like people with thin bodies." Dean said, "but people without them isn't bad either.." Dean added unconsciously as he lay his gaze on Seamus face. Seamus felt a pair of dark eyes gazing on him, "really.." he said as he turned his head, their eyes met. Dean thought Seamus' eyes are beautiful. Before he could compliment anything Seamus already spoke, "So are you still going to plan to sketch him?" Dean shut his eyes, thinking, "well, if he wants to I would." So Seamus isn't angry – or somehow unhappy—again to Dean. They went to the Great Hall together that night for dinner.
Seamus was hungry, he managed to gather a complete meal on his plate, he started to eat as Dean locked his gaze at Draco again. Seamus tried to swallow his food so he could talk properly, "Dean," he said as he swallowed his mashed potatoes, "you're staring again. Do you have a crush on him?" the unhappy feeling was stabbing him again, right at his heart. He hated that feeling, whatever it was he hated it. Dean smiled as he took a spoonful of his mashed potatoes. "Well, I asked him this evening, when you were at the dorm, that if he wanted to be my model, he said he would as long as I didn't spread the news. I didn't know he was rather kind.." Dean started chewing his food, Seamus' unhappy feeling somewhat grew larger, "Oh.. that's nice.." he said it half-heartedly as if he don't like seeing someone he hates with someone he… loves—in a friendly way—together.
Seamus was halfway through eating his chicken until he paused, he remembered Dean's words clearly in his mind, he know what he was feeling. The feeling was the same feeling he had when his parents went to a trip to somewhere he always wanted to go, the feeling of jealousy. He didn't know why he was jealous of Dean sketching Draco but he know how to prevent that feeling to haunt him again. He remembered what Dean said about how he liked thin guys (or girls, whatever). Seamus thought that if he was thin Dean could put his attention to him. Something else was haunting his mind now. Why was he jealous and wanting Dean's attention? What if.. what if he loves Dean? In an 'I-love-you-please-be-mine' way? As if he had an unknown crush on Dean? He swallowed his chicken and stared at Dean who was staring at Draco who was staring at his friends. He looked at Dean's lips, beautiful lips, Seamus thought.
Seamus was now confused, either loving his best friend is a good thing, or a bad thing? He nudged Dean as he stared into somewhere not Dean. "What is it, mate?" Dean asked, his voice is gentle, the word 'mate' sounded more like 'shay' in his ears, Seamus melted. "Seamus?" Dean asked again as Seamus went pink. "Oh, sorry." He said, going back to reality. "Uhh.. " he forgot what he was going to say, then he remembered, "Do you think being gay is a good thing?" he asked, putting the peas away to the end of his plate playfully. Dean's eyebrows furrowed, "why did you ask?" Seamus, still putting the peas away answered, "incase you got a crush on him.." he muttered, not wanting to be heard by anyone else. Dean let out a small laugh, "No, no, I don't like him.." he said as he took a sip from his Pumpkin juice. "Besides, I liked somebody else already.." Seamus felt as if there was hope for him.
Seamus pushed his unfinished plate. Dean saw him and grabbed Seamus' wrist, Seamus thought he could've melt. "You're done?" Dean asked curiously. Seamus wanted a diet so he would be thin, that's for sure. "Yeah, I.. I'm not hungry.." Seamus took his drink and drank it empty. "But—but you looked so happy when dinner time came. You always finish your food!" Dean said as he lay his eyes on Seamus'. "I…" Seamus was lost for words, Dean's gaze was pinning him down to the ground. "I'll pass for today.." he stood up and went to the dorms, he had left Dean dumfounded for the second time.
A/N: Chapter 2 will be uploaded! ^-^ R&R if you like~