A/N So this is me responding to my reply ^^
I try and have people fall in love :'D and since they weren't main characters in the books or movies I feel as if I can expand however the hell I want without criticism because no one really knows much about them xD I COULD TOTALLY SEE HIM AS PETER PAN TOO!I SAT HERE LIKE FIVE MINUTES THINKING AND I'M LIKE PETER FUCKING PAN!ASDKASDAUIRUIAERUIEA ((Sorry for my random spaziness, I have those.))You have to forgive Draco he's just so luffable. Especially to Harry. ((If you read any of my other fanfictions you will ALWAYS see them as a pair. Always. I can't picture anyone else.)) And thank you 3 I really do like this story, even if a lot of people won't give this pairing a shot. I almost gave up on doing it honestly, but I felt like I had to once people started sending in reviews.
ANYWAYS ON WITH THE SHOWWWWWWWW (fanfiction)
Seamus POV
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November came and passed without much going on. My relationship with Oliver, my friendship that is, was a bit rocky after the dance. At least for me and not him, for him he just was as merry as ever. It made me more at ease. Ginny and Hermione had been sneaking around a lot, claiming they weren't but we all knew they were. But to do what or see who? It felt like everyone knew something I didn't and I hated the fact. There wasn't much I could do to find out what they were up to. Christmas Holidays were coming up in a couple of days, thank Merlin. I didn't know how much more of the drawn out lectures from teachers I could handle. Not a lot if I was completely and utterly honest to myself.
It was becoming too cold to fly, or at least in my opinion. Oliver had a blast with the last Quidditch game of the year, it being last month in November. I could tell by watching him, er, I did watch the game too. I actually had fun watching it. It was the match for the Quidditch cup, and it was Harry against Draco, Gryffindor against Slytherin. It made for one exciting match, that Gryffindor won. Draco would have been furious with that they won, if Harry hadn't been hit by a bludger that is. Needless to say we celebrated the victory in the Hospital Wing the day after, once Draco was done being so overprotective of the boy who was fine.
Since I found it too cold to fly, even though Oliver swore it wasn't, we took afternoon walks before dinner, deciding we rather liked spending time together. We were getting closer and if these didn't stop soon I think I would crawl up and die, or explode. I wasn't one to keep one in, I wasn't one to really have crushes that lasted this long so I didn't have to worry about it. He didn't have feelings for me, I knew that. I wore the necklace we had gotten back in November most days, he wears it everyday.
I was waiting in the courtyard, wondering if I had gotten there earlier or if there as something keeping him up. I knew I wasn't early for our walk though, and we always met in the courtyard and then went down to the lake, walking around there before we either felt we were freezing or that we were ready for dinner. "Sorry! Sorry! I'm here! I had er...Some business I needed to take care of in Hogsmeade." He huffed running over to me. "Sorry." He apologized yet again and I smiled, I really couldn't be mad at him. "It's fine. Who were you buying a gift for?" I asked as we began to walk. "Just a special someone, and a couple of friends or course." He answered and my heart fell. I had gotten him a gift, I don't know why, well I knew why but... I shook my head, I hadn't responded in a couple of minutes, he was probably starting to wonder what was going on. "O-Oh that is nice." I said with an overly forced smile, I hoped he wouldn't be able to tell.
"Yeah it is, people helped me pick it out. I think they had the right idea."He said with a grin on his face. We were down by the lake, making small talk. "Are you going home for the holidays?" He asked, it was a touchy subject for me. Once my parents found out I was gay they were upset to say the least, I didn't think it was safe. "Uh, I was invited to stay with the Weasley's this year. I thought it would be best with me considering what happened last time I saw my parents." I said quietly. He gave me a look and sat me down, he must have known from the look on my face how serious it is. "You know you can tell me all about it right?"He asked and I nodded my head.
"Well as you could probably guess, or not, I don't know how evident my sexual orientation is. I'm gay, either way." I said shaking my head, I don't think I had told him that before, not really. "And I hope that doesn't make you feel weird or whatever." I added quickly and held up my hand before he could talk. I wanted, no needed, to get through with this before he could interrupt me. "Before I left for Hogwarts, the day before actually, I told my parents about it." I chuckled dryly. "What a bad idea that was. My father got rather violent, he hit me a few times, but mostly took it own on pillows and lamps and those kinds of things. They really aren't for faggots." I said the word bitterly, it made me sick, it was such a negative context.
"They thought... That I couldn't possibly be their son. That their son would never have that happen. He was too pure." I whispered closing my eyes for a second. "I-I tried to explain to them what was going on. I know it's not the most popular thing, but I thought it was more acceptable now, after the war, that people were honest. I-It's not like I chose to be gay. I mean, I guess I sort of did. I tried to like girls, for a long time, but I couldn't." I said, my voice quivering. "I just couldn't find one attractive, I thought a lot of girls were beautiful, because they are. But I wasn't attracted to them, I couldn't develop ro-romantic feelings for them like my mum and dad would want. I-I thought they would accept it, accept me. I'm their only son and all. I was s-so wrong though." I said, by this point I was crying and I couldn't help it. I felt so wrong and so helpless.
"My mum and dad took that I was gay much more kindly then they did. My Quidditch mates accepted it okay, except I knew they treated me differently. I never had to deal what you are going through. I am so sorry." He said in a deep, sincere voice as he pulled me into a hug. I let myself cry, and I let him hold me, because deep down I knew that I wanted him to hold me. I wanted him to hold me and kiss me and tell me everything alright. A tad part of me was happy, that he was gay. Maybe, just maybe I had a chance.
The next couple of days went by fast and soon we were all leaving for vacations. I was looking for Oliver, deciding it would be better if I gave him the present before we left. I asked a couple of people where he was, since carriages were leaving soon I need to be quick. Outside in the courtyard, brilliant. I headed out there with a grin on my face and I left, with a frown on my face.
I walked numbly towards the carriages,not sure what to do. Should I be angry or should I cry? I wasn't sure which I would rather do. He was out there alright, but with a boy, a Hufflepuff boy in my year. They were snogging, he was snogging him. That was probably the special someone he was talking about. I almost thought it was me, for the slightest second, I had hope, and then it crashed down to the ground. He was snogging someone, making me finally realize, I had no chance. Needless to say I wouldn't speak on the carriage ride, or the train ride, and only said what I needed to at the Weasley house, like say thank you.
