Yep. Dean/Seamus pairing. I don't have much to say other than that. Hope you enjoy. Don't own Harry Potter, by the by. That's all J.K Rowling. This is mostly rated for language. Nothing hardcore; I can't write hardcore slash. That's what you're looking for... uh... use your imagination?

-Chapter 1-

"You really like him, don't you?" Ginny said to Dean. It was the first time that anyone had ever said something like this to Dean. It was the first time he was ever given the opportunity to confess what he had been hiding for what felt like years.

"I don't know," he said after a long pause. "Well, of course I like him, but..." Again, another pause. Dean wanted desperately to finish the sentence with 'but I don't just like him, I adore him. I love him,' and considering he was talking to a good friend, he probably could have said that without a negative reaction. Still, Dean couldn't bring himself to say it.

Instead, he sighed, and continued with "but I know that's not what you mean. I, wow, I don't know how to respond to that question. It's not like I'm smitten with him all the time, but it's these moments we share that make me unable to think of anything but him for the rest of the day. He just does things, Jesus, what he'll say to me whenever I'm depressed, he's just... so sweet. I can't get over it. And he's so, humorous and so..." a smile crept across Dean's face, "adorable. He has this smile he makes whenever I say something encouraging to him and it drives me crazy. I don't know why. He's amazing, I can't help it."

Dean was shocked with himself that he even said that much. Ginny smiled softly at him. "Why don't you just tell him?" She asked. Dean glared at her.

"Oh yeah, sure. That wouldn't be awkward for him to hear. 'Hey Seamus, I know you're straight, but I'm madly in love with you.' No, I don't think so Ginny," he replied. "Besides, this will blow over. It's just that we've been friends for way too long, and I'm probably just mistaking these feelings for, for best friend feelings," he said.

"Uh huh, sure thing Ron," Ginny replied under her breath.

"What about Ron?" Dean asked suspiciously. Ginny let out a small laugh.

"You sound just like him when I was asking him about Hermione! You guys could form a club." Dean glared at her.

"It's not the same thing. At least Ron and Hermione both like the opposite sex. This is something I'm going to have to get over. It's never going to happen. It can't happen. Ignoring these feelings will probably be the hardest thing I've ever attempted... why the hell are you smiling! That better not be a mischievous smile; if you tell anyone, especially Seamus, I will –"

"Oh please Dean, I'm not that cruel! No, I'm just smiling because you're being ridiculous. You shouldn't have to ignore these feelings, you shouldn't have to get over this. Half the house suspects Seamus is gay anyway!"

"Well I'm not half the house. I know Seamus is straight," Dean said darkly. Ginny raised an eyebrow.

"How do you know?" She asked. Dean sighed. This wasn't a story he was a fan of.

"When I first told him I was bisexual, he didn't take it too well. He tried acting like he was alright with it, but he kept avoiding me as much as possible. I finally had to confront him about it and tell him face to face I didn't have a crush on him. And you know, at the time I didn't, but now... I don't know, this whole year I've been so frighteningly obsessed with him... God I'm such an ass. Seamus doesn't deserve this, he doesn't deserve to be friends with a fucking pervert who thinks about how gorgeous he is all the time." Dean said angrily.

"Dean, you've got to be kidding me!" Ginny exclaimed. "Anybody would kill to have someone think about how gorgeous they are all the time! Even if they were a pervert, which you are not." Dean laughed.

"No, girls would kill to have someone think about how gorgeous they are all the time. Seamus isn't a girl, He isn't gay, he doesn't want me thinking he's fit. Frankly, I don't blame him. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to bed," Dean said, turning his back on Ginny before she could open her mouth to speak. He walked up the stairs to his dormitory, changed into his pajama's as quickly as he could, and brushed his teeth. He was about to get into his bed when he heard a voice say something.

"Dean, are you alright?" Seamus asked. Dean looked around to Seamus, who was sitting upright in his bed on top of the covers. He seemed to be holding something in his hand, but Dean couldn't tell what it was because of the small amount of light in the room. He could barely make out the other boys facial features, he was so shadowed. The only light in the room came from the moonlight streaming through the windows.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Dean said, sounding a little too cheerful to be quite that convincing.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Seamus asked while lighting the end of his wand. The light illuminated his face, showing that he was smiling in a way that clearly stated he didn't believe Dean. Dean sighed; he hated that smile.

"Not about 'it,' but I guess I wouldn't mind talking," He told him while taking a seat on Seamus's bed. "What's that in your hand?"

"It's a letter from me mam," Seamus said, his voice absent of expression. Dean instantly wished he hadn't brought up the subject. Seamus's mother had been sick for quite a while, and the subject of his mom always made Seamus a bit touchy.

"How is she?" Dean asked softly. Seamus gave a small chuckle.

"She's just being a bitch about how she hates her medicine and how she hates me being at Hogwarts instead of there supporting her and how her life is awful. The usual bullshit," Seamus said dryly, casting the letter aside. "S'nothing new."

"How are you?" Dean asked. Seamus paused for a little while, and stared blankly at the letter he had just cast aside. It was as if he didn't know how to answer, and he was asking the letter to give him some ideas.

"I'm fine," he said finally, his eyes still on the letter. Dean couldn't believe him. If he was fine, he'd say some stupid joke afterwards, or smile at Dean, or anything.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Dean asked, smiling at Seamus. Seamus gave an insincere half smile.

"I... I don't know," he said, running his fingers through his hair. "She drives me crazy. I can't stand her. I just wish she'd die already so she could leave me alone," Seamus whispered. Dean was somewhat shocked by what he had just heard. This must have shown in Dean's facial expression, since Seamus looked at him apologetically.

"Don't look at me like that, Dean, you're making me feel worse. That sounded awful, but I didn't mean it like that... well I guess I did," he said, giving a faint laugh. "I guess I'm the worst son in the world... fuck it, I give up," he said, shaking his head and frowning.

"For gods sake Seamus, give yourself a break. You're a teenager, you're allowed to hate your own mum," Dean told him. Seamus then began laughing. It was the first real laugh Dean had heard from Seamus in a long time, and it was the first real smile Seamus had given him too. That smile. Dean tried to suppress goose bumps running up his spine.

"Thank god you didn't try telling me I'm not a bad son," Seamus said. "That's what Neville tried telling me, and it's such bullshit."

"Yeah, it is," Dean agreed, "But I'm a bad son too. So is every other teenage kid who ever lived," Dean told him.

"Now I remember why I adore you; you know brutally honest is the way I like my feedback," Seamus said while smiling at him. Dean felt a blush creep across his face, and hoped the light from Seamus's wand wasn't bright enough to show it.

"Dean?" Seamus said, looking at Dean with nervous eyes.

"What's wrong?" Dean asked. Seamus rubbed his eyes, and looked at the letter again. His facial expression was pained. It was almost as if he was trying to hold back tears. Dean couldn't tell for sure; Seamus's wand was getting dimmer and dimmer by the minute. To clarify Dean's suspicion, Seamus gave a long sigh that clearly gave away the fact he was indeed getting chocked up.

"Oh, Seamus," Dean whispered, wrapping his arms around Seamus tightly. This was half because of instinct, (growing up in a family full of crying children makes it impossible to not give someone who's crying a hug for Dean,) and half because it was Seamus. Seamus clung to Dean and sobbed silently into his shoulder.

"God, I'm such a fucking eejit for doing this," Seamus said. "I can't believe I'm crying. You must think I'm a complete woman."

"Not a complete woman," Dean said quietly, tightening his embrace on Seamus. Seamus either laughed, sobbed, or did a combination of both when he heard that, burrying his face into Dean's neck. A large part of Dean wished Seamus wouldn't burry his face into Dean's neck, since it was one of the most awkward things in the world for him. A small but very strong part of Dean loved it.

"I'm just sick of it. I'm sick of her telling me how to live and how to act. I guess that's normal, but... I just want to rebel, is that so much to ask for? Everyone else rebels from their parents, why the fuck can't I?" Seamus whispered.

"What do you mean?" Dean asked. Seamus ended the embrace, and began looking at that same letter again.

"I mean that no one else feels as guilty as Sir eejit Finnigan when it comes to disobeying their parents." Dean tried his hardest not to laugh, but the "sir eejit Finnigan" was a bit too much to handle.

"What's so funny?" Seamus asked him angrily. Dean shook his head.

"'Sir eejit Finnigan?' I'm sorry, that's just the funniest thing I've ever heard in my life. What is an eejit anyway?" Dean asked. Seamus couldn't help but smile himself.

"It just means idiot, I suppose. Don't give me that look, I can't help that I'm Irish," he said, his smile widening.

"Well, anyway," Dean said after he and Seamus took a few minutes to laugh.

"Yes, anyway... I just wish I didn't feel so awful about being... something she hates. I want to feel innocent about not being who she wants me to be, but I can't. Jesus Christ, the poor woman's dying, how am I supposed to feel alright about hating her?" Seamus asked. Dean shook his head.

"It's not your fault you have a conscience," he said, "it's a good thing you do." Seamus looked up at Dean, making eye contact with him for what felt like forever.

"Dean..." he whispered softly, still staring into his eyes.

"What is it?" Dean asked. When Seamus didn't respond, Dean added "you can tell me anything. You know that, don't you?" Seamus smiled.

"I do. And I... really appreciate everything you've done for me. Have I ever told you that? God's sake, you don't get enough credit from people; especially me. You're always there for me when I'm acting like an arse and whenever I'm..." Again, Seamus' voice drifted off before finishing the sentence. Instead he just stared at Dean. Dean smiled softly, and without really thinking much about it, grabbed Seamus's hand and held it in his own.

"Seamus, you don't need to tell me this, I've been there for you every time you've needed me because you've never given me anything less." It could have been Dean's imagination, but it seemed that a blush crept across Seamus's cheeks. Seamus's eyes then darted towards Dean's hand, which was still holding Seamus's. Dean looked down at their hands, and quickly pulled his away.

"Sorry," he mumbled. How could he be so stupid? What was he thinking? Dean was unsure of what to say next, when he felt Seamus's hand grab his own.

"No, it's okay," Seamus told Dean softly. Dean looked at Seamus, as if asking for an explanation. Did he not realize how border line gay it was to be holding hands with his "best mate?" Seamus either didn't realize that, or he didn't care. Instead, he moved closer and closer to Dean...

The kiss wasn't a big one. It wasn't a kiss someone would expect from Seamus, in any case. However, it was the best kiss Dean had ever received. Probably it was Seamus.

When they pulled away, there was a brief silence between them. Dean wanted more, despite the fact this made no sense. However, Dean didn't care. He leaned in for a second kiss, when Seamus pulled back.

"Um... let's just pretend that never happened," he said quietly while looking at that same letter.

-End of Chapter-

Okay, just so you know, that was my first attempt at fluff. So don't be too mean. You know, I always get really frustrated when writing romatic scenes. Not because I've never had a romantic experience, but because I always feel like someone is watching me and making fun of me. So, if you're curious, this is what I wrote for a while after Seamus kissed Dean.

When they pulled away, Dean wanted to slap that bitch upside the head.
"Stupid Irish Git!" He yelled. Then Harry Potter woke up and put on his glasses.
"Hello, my name is Harry Potter. Why the hell is TamTikitigo writing this piece of crap?" He asked Ron, who was sleeping.
"I want Hermione sex," Ron mumbled, since he was sleeping.
"Yeah, me too," said Harry. "Wait a minute..." Then Draco Malfoy came into the room, completely naked.

Yeah, I don't know why I'm naked, but I am." He said to no one in particular.
"Hey Malfoy, what are you doing naked in the Gryffindor common room?" Harry asked him.
"Looking for you sexah!" Draco replied. Harry shook his head.
"You spelled 'sexy' wrong. It's not spelled 'sexah.' You fail." And then Lotte Lenya came in and raped all the Gryffindor boys plus Draco. The end.

Yep. Be nice to me. Did I say that already?