I always knew Seamus was into me. But, you know, I never wanted to say anything in case I was wrong. Truth is, I was kinda into him, too, but I never could tell anyone. I stayed locked in the closet. He did, too, for the longest time. We went around as 'just friends' through most of our time at Hogwarts, fooling both everyone around us and ourselves. When the Ministry started targeting Muggle-borns and I had to disappear, that's when it really hit me. I would be devastated if I never saw him again. Not just like I'd miss my best friend, but a piece of me would be gone. I realised I loved him. Truly loved him. When Harry turned up in Malfoy Manor and rescued us, I knew that was my chance to get back. Sure enough, the call came from Hogwarts : it's time. The first thing I saw when I emerged from the passageway into the Room of Requirement was him. His face was bloodied and swollen, but he was alive. And as we locked eyes I knew he had the same thoughts of me. He rushed forward to meet me, threw his arms around my shoulders, and wept on my chest. "I was afraid I'd never see you again," he choked. I was broken at that moment. The adrenaline that raced through me was spurred by what we had suffered through, by what we were yet to suffer. "Seamus." I pushed him slowly from my chest so I could address his face. The noise in the room was little more than a buzz droning away in the background. I felt like I was shaking both inside and out, though the voice I heard that must've come from my own mouth was strangely calm.
"Seamus, I love you."
Before the words had even dissipated into the air he was kissing me. Kissing me with the passion of two lovers reuniting after a war. And I was kissing back with equal fervour, oblivious to the room full of people who now knew. I was lost. Lost in the moment, in the kiss, in being in his arms. But yet for the first time, I had been found.