Hi everyone! I have been writing fanfiction for a couple of years now, but I haven't published them until recently... so this is one of the first Deamus fics I've ever written, and I'm kind of proud of it. I am by no means a professional writer, and I tend to make some grammar mistakes. I tried my best to go through and get rid of the mistakes, but nobody is perfect lol. Anywayyyyy I hope you guys enjoy!
Also, I don't own any of these characters or any of the HP franchise (I wish I did though, how cool would that be?)
Dean Thomas sat in the plush red chair in the Gryffindor common room, staring intently into the fire that was nestled in the fireplace. His thoughts mimicked the flames, flickering and swirling. The common room was empty, save for him, and the crackling fire was his only friend. The only thing that seemed to understand him.
His relationship with Ginny Weasley had crumbled to pieces. Usually he wouldn't be this upset about a girl, but his choice to be with this particular girl had begun to crumble the relationship with the one person he adored most, Seamus Finnigan.
It was all so bloody confusing, he decided. Why was Seamus so upset? Was it Shay's signature pride or was he simply jealous that Dean had gotten a girlfriend before him?
No. He pushed that sour thought as far back in his head as he could. Seamus was his best friend, he would never act like that.
The portrait hole opened with a click and someone stumbled inside, crashing around, obviously drunk off their ass. Dean rolled his eyes at the stupidity and the lack of subtlety radiating from the intruder. He listened intently to see if he could figure out who it was, and after a few muttered Irish curses, Dean knew it was Seamus.
Dean swiveled his head to look at his bestfriend. What he saw broke his heart; there stood Seamus drunk and crying. Dean took long strides over to him.
"Aw bugger off mate, not in the mood." Seamus grumbled when Dean reached him. Of course he wouldn't want to talk to Dean, they'd been fighting for weeks.
"Shay, why're you drunk?" Dean asked softly, ignoring his friend's drunken protests. Seamus didn't answer, just waved off the taller boy. But Dean was having none of it. He grabbed Seamus's chin (a bit too forcefully) and blue eyes met brown.
"Why am I drunk? Well, I 'spose because I drank." Seamus spat bitterly.
"Shay please don't be like this." Dean whispered and he saw Seamus relax. He let go of his chin and he smaller boy's shoulders slumped in a defeated manner, sobs racking his body. Dean was unsure of what to do, so he just stood there rubbing his own arms as if defending himself from a bitter cold.
"I miss ye mate," Seamus choked and Dean was still at a loss for words. Seamus looked at the taller boy expectantly, willing him to speak comforting words and sweet nothings. But Dean's throat felt like it was covered in a thick layer of dust and his mind was completely blank. Seamus was entirely too close in proximity for Dean to function properly. Seamus smelled strongly of firewhiskey, but under that overbearing smell was a hint of the soap that Dean knew the Irishman liked, the smell of clean clothes and sunshine. And faintly of roses, which was a feminine smell but Seamus made it oh so intoxicating.
Dean closed his eyes, telling himself that right now was not a good time to jump his best mate and shag him within an inch of his life. He took a step back and reopened his eyes in time to see the wave of hurt break over Seamus. The blonde boy laughed bitterly.
"Good to know how much I repulse ye, Thomas." Seamus's eyes glowed, whether from the flickering fire or from anger Dean didn't know. Seamus turned around and stomped (stumbled) out of the common room, taking Dean's heart with him. But he knew not to chase after the blonde boy, it would just cause more pain and do neither of them any good.
And as Dean sat back in the chair in front of the fireplace, he wondered why he himself had acted like such an idiot. Like such a schoolgirl with a knee-buckling crush.
That's when he realized that he, Dean Thomas, did three things when he was around Seamus. And those three things were soft reminders that Dean was helplessly drifting in the vast idea that he was in love with Seamus Finnigan.
Sorry it is sooooo short! This fic will have three more chapters though! Thanks for reading, you all rock!