A friend asked me to write a one-shot about year4!dean having a big dumb crush on Seamus so here goes.
Dean fidgeted with his robes. As a fourth year he was getting far too old for primary school crushes.
"Or not a crush." he reminded himself quickly. He wasn't sure what to make out of his current situation, really. He just knew that every time that he saw his best friend his stomach flipped, and when they weren't together, Seamus occupied most of his thoughts. But he also knew that he needed to keep a head on his shoulders. Dean was very aware that this could easily just be... intense friendship. After all, liking boys was foreign to him. Occasionally his thoughts would get away from him, pondering the idea that he was fourteen and this was the time that most people began coming to terms with things like that, but he usually kept all that away. It was far more stress than he was willing to deal with.
Right now all he was worried about was wondering how much longer Seamus would be.
From what he could tell, his friend was getting an earful from Professor Moody about a crap essay that was absolutely not Dean's fault. How could he control Seamus being far more interested in Dean's drawings than his school papers? After a moment more of waiting, Seamus emerged from the classroom, face drained of color. "How'd it go?" Dean asked, already anticipating the answer. Seamus paused. "The name fits." He answered after a moment of consideration. "Well the man completely lost it years ago, must of been all of that dark magic he was dealing with." Dean offered as a form of consolidation. Seamus smiled at Dean, that unruly grin that he loved so much. "Whatever it is, I just want to get out of here." he grabbed Dean by the hand all pulled him along. They ran like that, through the empty hallways and corridors. Dean gave the password, and they entered their respective common room. It wasn't until they noticed a nod and a smirk from a group of girls that they became aware of their hands still holding one another, fingers intertwined loosely. Seamus' ears turned a bright red as his hand slid away from Dean's.
He hadn't meant to be holding on for so long.
Dean coughed awkwardly and took a lengthy stride ahead with Seamus following closely behind him.
"Sorry 'bout that." Dean muttered once they were alone in their dorm. Seamus grinned at him again "Ah, no need to worry about it mate." he assured his friend. "Those girls can think whatever they want. It's not gonna phase me!"
"Oh right, because you're Seamus the big and brave, I had nearly forgotten." Dean began to turn away, but was stopped by Seamus grabbing his wrist. He turned around and found himself face-to-face with, and rather close to his friend. Dean shivered.
"No you hadn't." Seamus whispered, quiet enough for only them to hear. His voice rumbled slightly over the soft curve of his Irish accent and Dean could feel a blush passing over his face. "Goodnight Dean." Seamus continued in the same low voice. Dean wasn't nearly tired yet, but he dismissed himself to bed without a word.
Okay that was fun. I might add more chapters we'll see how this goes.