Perfect Fit
Pairing: Deamus, what else? Also mentions Luna/Neville and the rest is canon because those are my only two ships.
Slash.

This is my veryveryvery first fanfic so don't be too harsh if I made any grammatical errors or any mistakes at all.
I just love this ship, and I've read everything on this website that has to do with them, and nobody updates, so I wrote my own to satisfy my Deamus needs, I guess.
I obviously don't own any rights to anything Harry Potter.

Also I realize that the point of view switches a lot, but it's kind of necessary. It also starts off quickly, which I regret doing. But I didn't want to have a million chapters.

Enjoy? D:

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Seamus was never the unhappy type. That's how Dean knew something was wrong. For the past week he noticed that his friend was becoming less talkative and less energetic. He wasn't eating, he had trouble sleeping, he didn't want to play Quidditch or even Wizard Chess. He just wasn't Seamus. Dean was sitting on his four-poster thinking of reasons why his best friend could be so unhappy when that very person walked into the room. Dean watched in silence as Seamus made a quick beeline for his bed, collapsed on top of it, and began sobbing. It didn't take Dean long to figure out that Seamus thought he was alone.

"Merlin, I'm an idiot. A complete idiot." He continued to sob.

Dean didn't know what to do, but he knew he had to talk soon or get yelled at for not making his presence known before.
"You aren't an idiot."

Seamus stopped crying, jumped, then immediately turned around to see Dean staring at him, his head cocked to the side like a curious puppy.
"What the hell are you doing here? You couldn't have said something when I came in, could you?"

"I- I just- You were crying, Shay! You haven't been yourself lately and- I just don't know what's wrong with you. What is it?"

He stared at Dean with a look of pure anger on his face. "You won't care."

"Wha- Of course I care! You're my best bloody friend for Merlin's sake! Why wouldn't I care?"

"You really want to know? Well I'll tell you something, Dean. Everyone likes you. There isn't a single person who doesn't admire the artistic, charismatic, tall, dark, and handsome Dean Thomas. When you tell someone you… Like them, they're thrilled. Everyone wants a chance to date Dean Thomas. Nobody wants to date me. Nobody wants to date short, chubby, freckled, obnoxious Seamus Finnigan. Nobody." He buried his head in a pillow as a tear ran down his cheek.

Dean was incredulous. "Is that what this is all about, Shay? Nobody liking you? Well guess what? Guess!" He poked Seamus in the ribcage when he didn't guess.

Seamus lifted his head and looked at his best mate. "What?"

"Plenty of people like you! Lavender's been obsessed with you ever since the Yule Ball in fourth year. Haven't you noticed? You're a wonderful friend. People love you. You may be a bit short, but you aren't pudgy, you git. Your freckles give you character. And obnoxious?" Dean snorted. "Please. You're the most fun person anyone could ever be around, and you can keep a conversation going for hours on end. Why can't you see what everyone else sees? You're wonderful. And don't compare yourself to me. I'm so average. You on the other hand are brilliant. You're probably the only person in all of Hogwarts who could blow up half the school and get away with it. Not that I'm saying you should or anything, but-"

Seamus chuckled.

"That's the Seamus I know. See? You know I'm telling the truth. Now is that all this unhappiness is about?"

Seamus fidgeted a bit before answering. "Not… Not exactly. I mean, it is a part of it. Have you ever liked someone who couldn't possibly like you back?"

Dean looked at his best friend in confusion and answered. "Of course. It happens to everyone. Why? Do you like someone?"

Seamus looked down, avoiding Dean's gaze.

"You do! Oh come on Shay. Who is it? Is it- Is it Lavender?" He held his breath for a moment, hoping he would hear a no.

"No.."

Dean exhaled and smiled.

"What are you smiling for?"

Dean immediately cursed the involuntary movement and replied "Nothing. Lav's a bitch and you could do so much better. I'm just glad it's not her. Now who is it?"

Seamus gave him a tired look. "Dean… I-"

"Give me a hint. Is she in our house?"

"No.."

"Is she blonde?"

"No, I don't think you're on the right tra-"

"Does she play Quiddi-"

"DEAN!"

Startled, Dean asked him, "Bloody hell, Shay! What is it?"

Seamus was scarlet now, but his tears were gone and he had gained a surprising amount of courage. Well, enough to say what he said next. "That's not it. You aren't going to get anywhere. It's not- It's not a she, I mean. I- I'm- you know…" he trailed off. Dean was gaping at Seamus. 'Did I really just say that?' Dean wasn't answering him. He was staring with a dumbfounded look on his face. Seamus waved his hands around. "Deaaan.. I just told you I'm-"

"You just told me you're… You're gay?"

"I- I guess so." He thought 'So please stop asking questions before you get to one you'll regret. Please, Dean.'

"So…" Dean was still a little confused by the suddenness of the whole situation. "You like a bloke then?"

Seamus turned an even darker shade of scarlet. "I just told you I'm gay, didn't I? Or do you not know the meaning of that?" He rolled his eyes and continued, "Yes, Dean, I like a bloke."

"Well you don't have to be so rude. I was only checking. So wh- Who is it?"

Seamus bit his lower lip. 'This is exactly the question you weren't supposed to ask, you git.' "Well…"

"Go on with it, then. Who, Shay?"

"Dean, I just don't think this is a good ti-"

"WHO?"

Seamus felt like he was going to explode. He knew that no matter what he did or said, Dean would force the answer out of him eventually. He had that ability with Seamus. Not that he was a pushover or anything, he just couldn't deny Dean the answers to things he wanted to know. "I don't want you to hate me." It came out in a mumbled whisper, but Dean caught it anyway.

"Why would I hate you, Shay? You're my best friend. I can't hate you. You know that."

'Damn his perfect hearing. His perfect everything. Damn him for making me feel like this. Damn him for making me fall in love with him. Damn society for making a bloke loving a bloke seem like such an abnormal thing. DAMN IT.' "Dean, it- It's…" he let out a long sigh. "It's you, okay? And I'm sorry. But it's not like I wanted to fall in love with you, it's just that you're so damn lovable and so damn cute and I've felt this way since the moment I met you. I mean, I didn't know what those feelings were then, I was just a little boy, and I only decided my sexuality last year, and anyway I just love having you as my best mate, but I can't live with these feelings being hidden from you anymore and I just snapped but I'm rambling and-"

"Shay. Shut up. Did you just say that you… You love me?"