s.t.b. says: This is my first fic with this pairing, but I've ALWAYS been a Deamus fan. They ARE canon (they ARE, damnit!), which really can't be said about any of my other ships.
Knowing.
A drabble - 8/24/08, 3:32 AM.
Dean remembers the moment when he knew.
It was the battle at Hogwarts, when all the plans set up by Harry were confused and muddled and finally lost amidst the violence and the bloodshed and the death. It was the fighting, the spells being shot in every direction, including his, and the look on Seamus' face as Dean was approached by a man with murder on his mind.
He glanced over, searching for his friend's face, but saw nothing; he felt pale fingers clasp around his wrist, pulling him away and to safety. It was the whiz of a spell by his ear, sending searing electricity pulsing against his face and neck. It was the air in his mouth, sucked in cold and sent out hot. It was the fingers that secured him to reality, tugged him away from danger.
It was the hand against his chest, pushing him out of the way of spell after malignant spell.
And finally, it was the look in Seamus' eyes when the Irishman realized Dean was safe, was alright - at least until the next moment of imminent danger; it was then he knew that Seamus didn't only keep him anchored in reality, he kept him anchored in life, in sanity.
He knew that without Seamus' fingers around his wrist, without Seamus' hand on his chest, without Seamus' eyes on his face…
He knew.
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