A/N: So, before I started shipping Dean/Wayne, I used to ship Dean/Seamus for a while. Then I realised I really, really liked Seamus/Lavender so, yeah. Dean never REALLY seemed straight to me.

So, this story happens during Neville and the gang's 7th year.

Wayne is currently one of my favourite characters. Flamboyant, self-centered and a bit mean, but good-natured and kind-hearted. What a guy!

MAKING ART

"Can I draw you?" Dean asked Wayne one night at the Hufflepuff common room.

Wayne raised his head from the book he was reading and rolled his eyes.

"Of course you can draw me, Dean-O. I suppose you're an artist, so why shouldn't I allow you to… make art?" he asked with a smirk on his face.

Dean grinned and jumped of the armchair he was curled up on. Wayne sighed and placed his book on the table.

"What, oh what, do you want me to do now?" he asked, annoyed.

Dean grabbed his sketchbook and returned to his armchair.

"How about you lie down on the couch?" asked Dean, sounding insecure for the first time.

"Naked?" Wayne asked with a tone that indicated they were speaking about the weather.

Dean was now very glad that a blush was hardly visible on his skin. Wayne, of course, looked extremely amused.

"No!" Dean said, embarrassed. "Just… Lie down and shut up!"

Wayne grinned and made himself comfortable on the yellow sofa, while Dean slowly started sketching.

"I could've taken off my clothes, you know," said Wayne after a few minutes of silence. "It would've been quite comfy."

Dean shook his head.

"Didn't I tell you to be quiet? I'm trying to concentrate here!"

The room became silent once again and only the sounds of Dean's pencil moving across the paper could be heard.

After what seemed like a few hours, Dean stopped drawing to look at his watch. It was one o'clock in the morning.

"Oh shite, it's one already! If I don't get to the common room now…"

Wayne chuckled at that.

"Really, Dean-O, the Carrows don't even know you exist. Stay here for the night, they can't catch you."

Dean smiled.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. Now be still!"

For some time, they were in the same positions; Dean drawing carefully, his tongue at the side of his mouth and Wayne, sprawled across the couch, looking bored.

After an hour or so, they were interrupted by Ernie Macmillan, who was back from a detention with Amycus Carrow. He had a black eye and a bloody lip. When Dean asked him if he needed any help, Ernie shrugged him off and said he was heading to bed.

It was three in the morning when Dean finally finished his drawing. He sat on the couch and showed it to Wayne.

"Well, Dean, I have to say that it's beautiful," said Wayne sincerely.

"It's only beautiful because I had a handsome lad to draw," said Dean, once again embarrassed.

Wayne, who had looked disturbingly honest and sweet, went back to his old self by saying, "Well, I am the best looking bloke at Hogwarts, am I not?", to which Dean had replied, "You're so self-centered, you remind me of Lockhart."

They spent the rest of the night arguing if Wayne's hair looked better than Gilderoy Lockhart's.

A/N: Meh, I wasn't sure how to finish this, but I'm pretty happy with how it turned out.

What do you think of Wayne Hopkins?