This is my first Harry Potter fanfiction, but I do have a Percy Jackson Fanfiction. It's about Tratie(Travis and Katie) and it's called Tratie Fanfiction.

Dean: shortcake1233 does not own HP.

Seamus: That right belongs only to J.K. Rowling no matter how many times shortcake1233 begs on her knees.

Packing

Seamus POV:

It was sixth-year at Hogwarts and Dean was packing an overnight bag in the dorm.

"Are yo going again tomorrow?" I asked, upset.

"Your mum hasn't responded yet. She could still let you come with me," Dean reasoned.

"Yea," I sighed, "but it's still unlikely. You know how much she coddles me," I replied to my best friend of 6 years.

We were, of course, talking about Dean's almost weekly trip to a muggle camp, where he helps out with the horses. This means that I barely get to see Dean on the weekends, but my mum has never let me go. I've never ridden a horse before, because my mum's scared of them, but I keep hoping.

Suddenly, Dean yelled, "Seamus, isn't that your owl?" Gerold, my owl, was at a distance that no normal person should be able to identify him at, but Dean had incredible eyesight. It was one of the things that I loved about him-not that I would admit that to Dean or anyone else for that matter.

I couldn't exactly say when I first had feelings for my best friend. At some point, my feelings of friendship toward Dean just evolved into something else, but Dean was straight. In fact, he was currently in a relationship with Ginny Weasley. On a completely unrelated note, I hate her guts.

"Yea it is," I replied, opening the window so that Gerold could enter the room. Grabbed the letter and paused, "I don't know if I want to open this."

"I'll do it for you," Dean said, grabbing the letter from my hands. I watched with anticipation as Dean opened it. He read it over, then smiled at me.

"So?" I asked, not sure of his response to the letter. I couldn't tell if the smile was of sympathy or actual joy.

"Look for yourself," he said, sounding-dare I hope-happy? I snatched the letter back from him. Here's what it said:

Seamus,

I have spoken with your father about this muggle camp. He looked

It up on that muggle box. I think it's called the internet? Anyway, he told

Me that it is safe. I also spoke to Mrs. Thomas and she has assured me

that Dean has never been seriously injured there. Therefore,

You may attend as long as you stay with Dean. I have also owled Professor

Dumbledore to let him know that I have given you permission to attend.

With all my love,

Mum

I couldn't believe it. I could go. I ran over to Dean and nearly knocked him over trying to hug him. I held on a little longer than was necessary, but when we finally parted, Dean looked just as happy as I felt.

Thanks for reading. Please R&R.