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Worth It
Growing up at Seamus' side had been Dean's honour. They'd laughed together, cried together, argued and fought together.
He'd seen the looks Seamus had given him as they'd aged but he'd always waved it off as his own imagination.
Seamus couldn't like him, not like that. Seamus was so handsome and good and bright and Dean… Dean was just Dean. He was nothing special.
But Seamus looked at him like he was everything.
…
"You think I want to leave?" Dean demanded, while Seamus scowled at him. "I don't have a choice, Shay! They're hunting muggleborns."
"But… you might not be," Seamus replied.
"I can't prove that. I have to go. Just… look after yourself, okay? And for Merlin's sake, watch your tongue with the new professors. You know they're going to be looking for a reason to punish you, and I have a feeling they won't be just giving out detentions."
"You too," Seamus said finally. "Just… don't die, okay?"
"That's the plan," Dean agreed.
…
Seamus shouted out for him, and they ran to one another, a reunion long awaited. It wasn't long, that moment in Seamus' arms, but it was perfect.
"You look shit," Dean said, taking in the many cuts and bruises. "And sadly, you're still the best thing I've seen in a year."
"I missed you."
They fought side by side, back to back. They cause protection charms for one another, and shot spells over shoulders in the nick of time.
It was perfect.
And then it wasn't.
Dean was too late.
…
Dean wore a red shirt to the funeral. He got some strange looks, but he could practically hear an echo of Seamus' laughter in his ears.
He'd never had chance to find out if those looks were his imagination or not, but he couldn't regret the years he'd spent at Seamus' side.
Even for the pain he carried with him daily; it had all been worth it.
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Auction - Dean Thomas
365 - 131. Handsome