Seamus was asleep on his best friend's bed one night in the Gryffindor dorms. They had been up until midnight talking. Both boys were close to the end of their sixth year at Hogwarts. Dean had broken up with Ginny Weasley earlier that week, well she had broken up with him, and the two had been talking about love interests. Seamus had snagged a bottle of firewhiskey from the kitchens and by ten o'clock that night, both were extremely drunk. Ok, so maybe Seamus had taken more than just one bottle.
A very drunk Seamus had flopped back onto Dean's bed with a sigh.
"You know, I don't even like girls. I like guys. I hope you don't judge me for that but you know what? I don't even care anymore. I like you, you prat. If you don't like me back cause you're straight, at least I got that off my chest." Seamus said, occasionally slurring his speech which was already a little difficult to understand because of his strong Irish accent.
Dean looked over at his short friend. He couldn't help but think of all the times he had drawn his best friend. He had drawn him in every position and with every expression. He had multiple sketchbooks that were just filled with sketches of the Irish boy. If he was honest with himself, he had liked Seamus as more than friends for years.
"You know Shay, I never really liked Ginny. At least not romantically. I do like girls like that but there's also this one guy that I've had a crush on for a few years now." Dean said and, putting to use the liquid courage that was still in his system, he leaned forward, pulling Seamus into a passionate kiss.
Things escalated from there and when Dean woke up at three in the morning he tuturned his head to see an adorable Seamus Finnegan sleeping beside him.
The light skinned boy's hair was all ruffled and looked really soft, there were a few bruises on his neck, collar bones and back. The blankets were only covering the two of them from the waist down and Dean got the sudden urge to draw the boy beside him once again.
He lit a candle on his bedside table and reached into the drawer for a sketchbook and a pencil.
He spent hours drawing, trying to get all the lines of his... Friend? Boyfriend?... and the the shadows on his face and back. When the Irish boy woke up, Dean was just finishing up his masterpiece. His eyes observed the dark skinned boy.
His eyebrows were scrunched up in concentration, his long fingers gingerly holding the pencil as he moved it across the paper, sometimes pressing softly and other times with more force.
Seamus sighed contentedly which caused Dean to look up from his sketch and smile.
"Morning, Shay. Sleep well?"
Seamus chuckled.
"Very well. What're you drawing?"
"Oh, just this really hot Irish guy." Dean said, blushing slightly.
"So, are we together now?" Seamus asked, looking hopeful but also kind of nervous.
"Of course we are," Dean said with a smile. "One thing is, I'm not really ready to come out as bisexual just yet. Would you be okay with maybe keeping it between us for now?"
Seamus immediately agreed.
"Of course, sober me is still not ready to come out yet. Just saying though, it won't be a secret for long if we don't get dressed before the others wake up."