A/N: Short but heartbreaking - a little bit of Deamus! Enjoy and, please, review!
House: Ravenclaw
Category: Drabble
Prompts: Seamus/Dean
Word count: 434
Stop staring, Seamus chastises himself. He'll notice.
But he can't stop staring however hard he tries. He can't stop admiring the other boy's profile: his straight nose and the elegant line of his jaw, the tone of his skin, tinted in dark chocolate, his strong, lean fingers that are buried in red hair.
Oh, how he wishes it was his own hair they were buried in.
No! Stop thinking that, you idiot! he tells himself. Dean's your best friend and nothing more.
But the thought has already crept into his mind, infested it like a disease, and it wouldn't disappear.
Seamus isn't quite sure when it happened. All he knows is that, one day, he's watching Dean draw. The way he makes it look so easy to put utter perfection on paper. The way he bites his lip before he begins with something complicated. The way he's so absorbed in his work he wouldn't even hear the twins' pranks explode. And Seamus realises he wants to watch him for the rest of his life. But then he thinks, Isn't that a peculiar thing to think of your best friend? And then he thinks … bugger.
Until that moment, Seamus hadn't been aware of the perfection of their close friendship and the way they could talk so easily. There were no emotions that would make their life complicated - like love. The next moment, Seamus realised that he's in hell. To be utterly in love with your best friend is the worst thing to happen to anyone.
And then, as if the situation isn't bad enough, Ginny danced into Dean's life.
Now, Seamus has to not only watch them together, reminding him of something he'll never have, but also be completely okay with it. However, with every smile he fakes, the pain gets worse.
He has to stop; that's all Seamus knows. It can't be that, when his hand accidentally touches Dean's, he feels a little nauseous. It can't be that, when they smile conspiratorially at each other, time suddenly stops and whole lifetimes seem to fit into one flutter of lashes.
Because, when the moment ends – as it ultimately always has to – Seamus feels worse than before because he knows Dean doesn't feel it. He doesn't feel that surge of electricity, that powerful connection. No, for him, the Irish boy is very clearly in the friendship-zone.
Seamus doesn't know what to do. He needs to figure something out, and fast, as he isn't able to control it much longer.
Because, in the end, the truth will blow up in his face and destroy him.
Virtual chocolate to the fabulous AelysAlthea, who betaed this story. Thank you for being such an amazing friend!
