Lonely
Seamus sat up on his bed and looked around at the Gryffindor seventh year boys dormitory.
Harry's bed, empty.
Ron's bed, empty.
Neville's bed, empty.
Dean's bed, empty.
His gaze lingered the most on Dean's bed, his mind flashed back to happier times, times when he'd shared that bed with the man who meant the most to him in his life. He sighed deeply and pulled the curtain around his four-poster to attempt to cut out the emptiness and loneliness he felt.
'I'll do it for you,' he said resolutely. 'I'll fight this war for you, Dean. And I'll win.'
