The whole of the Gryffindor common room was in blues; Gean was no more. Or was it Dinny? Dean tried to remember what their ridiculous 'ship' name was. It didn't matter, it was over. A relief. Dean looked over to where Ginny was standing, her long gorgeous hair running down her back, like a waterfall… No, smoother. Dean used to always run his hands through it as the kissed – Ginny had even joked that he was kissing her for her hair!
Seamus noticed his friend looking woefully over to where Ginny and Hermione were sitting, and was confused; Dean broke up with Ginny? It was what Dean wanted?
'Dude, seriously, what is up with you?' Seamus asked, thinking it was a perfectly reasonable question. Dean groaned and buried his face in his hands.
'Everything Seamus, everything.' Dean said dramatically, but Seamus just scoffed.
'You dumped her though?' Seamus said, and Dean rolled his eyes.
'Mate, I only dumped her because she was about to dump me! I mean look, she doesn't look upset at all, does she?' Dean and Seamus turned to look at Ginny, who was struggling through rolls of parchment, presumably a history of magic essay. However unhappy she was about the work she had, both boys knew she wasn't unhappy about the end of Dinny/Gean. Seamus was confused as to why Ginny would want to dump Dean… but Seamus wasn't planning to tell Dean about this, it might look as if Seamus LIKED Dean… As if!
'Oh' Seamus said simply, he wasn't very good at this sort of emotional bollocks.
'Exactly.' Dean agreed, just as simply. The two boys sat in silence for a couple of minutes. 'And erm, there is another thing Seamus.' Dean turned to face Seamus, who was already looking intently at Dean, and he met Seamus' eyes. Dean swallowed. 'Well, the thing is, I erm, like someone else Seamus.' Seamus gasped, and then coughed to cover it up, not wanting to appear feminine in any way.
'Who?' Seamus asked gruffly, optimistic.
'Er…' Dean looked around the room, scanning for someone suitable. The first person he saw was Colin Creevey; Not suitable. 'Lavender Brown' He said confidently. Seamus laughed, she was exactly who Dean would never like; boobs but no brain. Yet, Seamus had an idea who Dean meant when he said Lavender.
'I see… And you like Lavender because of erm HER personality? Your closeness? Humour?' Seamus asked. Dean sighed.
'Yes. That and her looks. Oh, and I love her Irish accent.' Dean said, looking away so he wouldn't have to see Seamus' reaction. But Seamus wasn't annoyed.
'Well, I know for a fact that LAVENDER just loves your appearance too. She probably dreams about you at night about stuff' Seamus retorted vaguely. Dean turned, and looked Seamus in the eye.
'Really. She really thinks that? Let alone the laughter and the ridiculing she'll go through by going out with me?' Dean asked sadly. Seamus nodded.
'Erm Seams, it's erm not Lavender I'm talking about here' Dean said, embarrassed.
'Yeah. Neither.' Seamus replied gruffly. Both boys stared at the floor, not knowing what to say next. 'I'm not gay though' Seamus assured Dean. Dean snorted.
'Pfft, neither' Dean retorted. 'Boobs' he added, to assure his masculinity. Seamus reached out his hand, and Dean quickly grabbed it. 'Fuck boobs' he said, barely a whisper, and Seamus and him hurriedly ran up to their dormitory…