Deamus

My Deamus fan fiction; it's boy and boy pairings, so if you don't like, well, don't read. Not my problem.

Disclaimer; I obviously don't own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling is my queen, she owns it all/

I snapped my sketchbook shut when I heard the door opening. I looked up and saw my best friend walk in, grinning his trademark lopsided grin.
"Hey Dean" he said, smiling, his Irish brogue strong.
"Hey Shay" I answered. He walked over to his bed, collapsing on it. He lay there for a few minutes, staring at the ceiling, before sitting up.
"So what're you drawing?" he asked. I instinctively locked my hands on my sketchpad.
"Nothing"
He laughed. He always laughed when I did that. He understood that I never let anybody see my sketches. But he doesn't know why. From downstairs, we both hear the call of "SEAMUS". It sounds like Ron. Wearily, the Irishman stood up and waving goodbye, left the room. I opened my sketchpad, tracing the pencil drawings delicately with my finger. I drew him all the time, but I could never do his face justice. I looked down at the grinning sketch of my best friend, Seamus Finnegan.

I walked downstairs a few minutes later. I saw Ron and Seamus sitting at a small table, starting what would, no doubt, soon be an intense game of chess. I sat next to Harry, who was watching the two, amused. Hermione was studying, as usual. Though I suppose with our O.W.L.s on the way, we all should be. Still, it was only October. Nothing to worry about. Harry and I watched the game for a few more minutes before it got tiresome, as it always did. He started our own game of exploding snap, laughing and chatting as we did. Fred and George were in the corner, no doubt planking their next product. As Harry and I played, I watched Seamus out of the corner of my eye. His lips were tight with concentration, his brows were furrowed. He only ever looked like that playing chess, he didn't pay enough attention in school. His grades could be better, he just doesn't concentrate. I watched his face light up as he moved his queen, taking Ron's bishop, who scowled. Suddenly I heard a bang, and looked down to see a small mark where the cards used to be. I'd lost. Harry was dancing triumphantly around the room, being applauded by Fred and George, and admired by most of the girls. Except Hermione, who was looking at him disapprovingly. I've always suspected that she looks at him like a brother. No, Hermione's heart belonged to someone else. But who was I to talk about matters of the heart? Though I suppose one can't really tell their best friend that they were in love with them.

After lunch, I walked outside. I sat on the banks of the Black Lake with my sketchpad. It was such a beautiful scene to draw. I let me pencil roam freely around the page, my hand moving on its own accord. I could never explain it, it just happened. I sat there, drawing for hours. Throwing down my sketchpad, I lay down on the grass, warm, from the early October sunshine. Very comfortable. In fact, I might have closed my eyes for a minute or two too long.

When I woke, it was dark. Glancing at my watch, I saw it was eleven, well after curfew. I didn't know what time I had drifted off at, but my stiff back and sore neck indicated that I had been lying on the ground for quite some time. Sitting up, I looked around for my sketchpad. That's when I noticed I wasn't alone. A young Irishman was sitting on the grass, crossed legged, engrossed in some notebook or- a sketchpad! I snatched it off him.
"Seamus!" I said. "Why were you reading that". The teenager looked uncomfortable. He rubbed the back of his neck as he answered.
"Well, I came out here looking for you and I saw you asleep and you looked so peaceful, I didn't want to disturb you. And then I saw your sketchpad, and I'm sorry I was curious! You used to show your drawings to me in first year, and then you just refused. I missed them D, so I- I looked in your sketchpad" He trailed off.
"What did you see?"
"Excuse me?"
"I said, what did you see?" I asked him. I tried to put venom behind it to mask the fear. I could explain the anger, but not why I was scared.
"Eh.. The castle. And this view" he answered, gesturing at the landscape that I did indeed draw far too much "and the common room and- me" he trailed off. I looked down at my hands, cheeks burning.
"Why Dean?" he asked.
"Because Shay-" I tried to begin calmly, but I couldn't. "Is it not obvious Shay? I draw you because I love you! I'VE LOVED YOU SINCE SECOND YEAR, AND YOU HAVEN'T EVEN NOTICED!" I stood up, snatching my pencils off the ground. He sat there looking stunned. And so I did what any self-respecting courageous Gryffindor would do. I wish. No, I ran, ran back to the castle, only noticing as I reached the doors that I had been wrapped in a blanket. Seamus's , favourite a green one covered in Irish sayings. I managed to make it to the Common Room before I broke down. Curse me and my big mouth! I had to go and tell him didn't I? I sat on the comfy red armchair, sobbing for hours. Seamus never came back. I was woken the next day, on the couch, still wrapped in the blanket, breathing in the familiar scent of Irish countryside. The scent of Seamus.

It was Neville and Hermione who woke me. He shook me shoulder gently. I opened my eyes, which were surely red and puffy from all the crying I had done.
"Dean?" he asked. "Are you ok?" I sat up wearily. I was still in my clothes. I nodded, but neither of them seemed to believe me.
"You don't know where Seamus is, do you?" I nearly fell off the couch. Looking at Hermione, I asked "Is he not back yet?" They two looked at me.
"Back from where-"
Neville was interrupted by the sound of the common room door opening. Looking up, we saw Seamus standing there. He looked like he had fallen asleep outside- which come to think of, he probably had.
"Dean" he began, but I didn't give him time. I jumped up, and ran past him out of the common room. He tried to follow me, but I was faster. I ran all the way to the seventh floor corridor. I walked in front of the blank space of wall three times, thinking of what I wanted. I opened the door to the small room. The only things in there were a wardrobe, a bed, a small bathroom and a window. Inside the wardrobe was a spare change of clothes and a small sketchpad and pencils. I pulled on the black skinny jeans and a red t-shirt. I collapsed onto the bed opening the sketchpad. I tried to focus on the view, but I couldn't do it. Then I heard him banging on the door.
"Dean!" came the voice from outside "Dean, can I come in?"
"Colloportus" I muttered, waving my wand at the door, hearing the familiar dull click of a lock. Seamus rattled the door.
"Dean!" he yelled "let me in! I know you're in there Dean, I just wanna talk" His Irish accent was heart-breaking, and I worked hard to ignore it. I blinked back my tears. I would not cry again. Seamus stayed banging at the door for ages, yelling louder and louder, before I heard his yells being directed at someone else.
"NO NEVILLE!" he was screaming now. "I'M NOT LEAVING. I HAVE TO TALK TO DEAN" he started banging on the door harder than before.
"DEAN, LET ME IN!" he shouted, his voice cracking. "JUST TALK TO ME!" finally, I stood up. I couldn't take it anymore. Slowly walking over to the door, I muttered "Alohamora". Slowly I opened the door. I saw Seamus standing there, eyes red and tears trickling down his face.
"Shay-" I began, but I didn't get far before he kissed me.

He pulled back quickly. His face looked nervous, but his eyes sparkled. I just stood there, shocked. Sheepishly, he grinned.
"Sorry" he muttered. "I had a speech planned, but I-" this time it was he who was cut off by my lips on his.
"But- what- when?" Seamus and I looked up and saw Hermione, Ron, Harry and Neville standing there, the boys staring at us. Hermione was smiling triumphantly. I stood there frozen; I hadn't expected them to be there. I looked at Seamus, who looked kind of guilty.
"Sorry" he muttered "They heard me shouting and wouldn't leave. But they did get rid of all the Slytherins who were wondering what the fuck was going on". I grimaced; I'd always hated it when anyone cursed, but it seemed to be some sort of Irish tradition.
"When did this happen?" asked Ron. He looked confused; slightly angry even. I looked at Seamus, eyes wide; what should we tell them? Luckily, Seamus spoke up.
"Jus' now" he answered, wrapping his pale hand around my waist.
"But what was that all about last night?" asked Neville.
"Nothing of importance" I answered. I didn't want them knowing what had happened. Ron was still standing there, eyes wide.
"So you've just been sharing a room with us for five years, and neither of you thought to tell us you were gay?" he asked. I looked at Seamus. I hadn't even had a chance to talk. Even if Seamus like me, which I still wasn't complete convinced of, it didn't mean he was gay. He had had loads of girlfriends, all of which Dean had watched come and go enviously. So what was this?
"That" answered Seamus "is none of your business. And if we were, would you have a problem?" there was clearly a challenge in his voice, as he directed the question to the four people standing in front of us.
"No!" answered Neville and Harry quickly. They were grinning now. Hermione smiled warmly. "Of course we wouldn't" she said as she walked forward and pulled the both of us into a hug. "We're happy for you" she said as she broke off.
"Ron!" we heard Harry call. Looking up, he saw Harry watch despairingly as his red-headed best friend stormed off. Seamus and glanced at each other. Clearly Ron had a problem. We'd just have to wait and see what happened.

Finally we were alone. Hermione and Harry had chased after Ron, and Neville muttered something about extra Potions before turning and walking off. Seamus and I looked at each other, before both of us cracked a grin. Seamus opened his mouth to say something, but closed it again, re-thinking. This happened twice more before I said something.
"Shay" I began but he stopped me.
"No" he said. I have something to tell you, and I'm going to say it God damn it" I waited patiently. After a few minutes, I asked him to come into the Room of Requirement with me. The bed had transformed into a small sofa, and I sat down on it. Seamus sat next to me, and I was shocked to see that he was nervous. He sat stiffly, hands on his lap. I'd never seen the boy sit so still outside of playing chess.
"Dean" he began, taking a breath as he did. "Were you serious about what you said last night?" I looked at him. He seriously thought I would lie about something so serious? He knew what my take in the situation was; I wanted to know what his was. His opinion of me. I needed to know, I felt as if something was eating away at me, I needed to know.
"Seamus, I was telling the truth" I said, putting as much conviction into my words as I could. "Every word". He stayed silently for a few minutes. I couldn't bare it anymore.
"Shay" he didn't look at me. "Shay, talk to me"
"Dean" he said, eyes fixed on the Gryffindor crest on the wall. "Dean, I don't know how long I've felt this way, but I know how I feel. I've liked you for years, afraid to pursue it, afraid of the rejection. But Dean, if you were serious; would you- would you like to give it a go?" He turned to me. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I nodded. Seamus smiled at me, placing another light kiss on my lips. I saw the blush spread across his cheeks, felt it spread across mine. I lead Seamus up to the door and we left, hand in hand, ready to face the world, together. Us against the world.