Genie Game: Seamus/Dean for Dear Pigfarts, Love The Doctor; Prompts: (genre) Drama, "Pick me, choose me, love me!" (quote), and an apple (object)
Seamus is slicing his apple with the vigor one might behead somebody when Dean comes down to breakfast.
He's been moody lately. Still sore about Quidditch tryouts, probably, and frustrated by homework that's growing more and more incomprehensible. And Ginny. Dean's had somebody else to spend time with, which is sort of a new development. Seamus is hardly the sort to admit when he's feeling lonely, and god forbid he would ever want to talk about it. But Dean's known him for years and he can tell.
(He looks around for her, but doesn't see his girlfriend anywhere. He's grateful. Having her around couldn't possibly make a conversation with Seamus any easier.)
Tentatively, he sits on the bench where Seamus is arranging his haggard apple slices on his plate. "What's up, mate?"
It is not his friendship that's winding Seamus up at the moment, it's Lavender's. "I'd rather talk to a flobberworm than her right now," he grumbles. "She's mad for Ron-" He pauses here to pull a disgusted face. "-Ron, for god's sake—and it's driving me insane. Following him around all the time, flipping her hair all over the place, all 'Oh, pick me, choose me, love me!'"
His impression of Lavender is dreadful, but Dean keeps himself from laughing. "We could tell her about how he farts in his sleep," he suggests instead. "That might clear it up."
"Anything to make it stop." Seamus crunches on a piece of apple. "I'm sick and tired of all this who-fancies-who drama; I'm this close to jumping out the window."
"Maybe we ought to find you a girlfriend," says Dean, chuckling softly to make sure it comes across as a lighthearted joke rather than an actual suggestion, but Seamus just retreats back into his shell with a shrug and he regrets saying it immediately.
"It's really not all it's cracked up to be," he says. "Girlfriends, and all that."
Seamus scoffs, and Dean's happy to see him smile a little. "Yeah, why spend your time snogging somebody when you could be hanging around with me?"
"We should just snog each other," Dean laughs, "that would solve everything."
"Now that sounds like an idea I could get behind," replies Seamus, grinning.
He offers him a slice of apple. Dean takes it wordlessly, turning the thought of kissing him over in his mind.