Just a very short drabble. It could be Seamus/Dean slash if you squint hard enough.
Mondays
Usually Monday Mornings was a dull exchange of talking and eating breakfast, students hopelessly wishing they didn't have potions for first lesson. Seamus sat, head cupped in one palm anda sour expression on his face as he stared at the cereals, soggy from the long soak in milk. He was no exception to the wishful thinking as he closed his eyes; only to reopen them and find he was still in the great hall.
Beside him Dean was spreading butter and jam onto his toast. Ron was talking to Harry (or well - at - him) about the Chudley cannons and not letting the brunette have a word in edge ways. Hermione was reading a book that suspiciously looked like Hogwarts a history, and Neville sat almost like a mirror image to Seamus dreading the next lesson. With a heavy sigh he screwed his eyes shut once more, fingers clenching and unclenching against the wood, tapping uselessly.
"Mate are you okay? You look kinda constipated." Dean smirked playfully at him and bit into his toast.
Seamus huffed indignantly. "I'm fine."
"Because you know if you got to go then you got to go, and I suggest you head on early to the bathroom when no one is around. That would be a nasty thing to walk in on."
"I'm not bloody constipated Dean!" Seamus exclaimed, and groaned when Hermione peered over her book at him questioningly. "It's a Monday and do you know what that means? Two bloody hours of Snape. Two hours! And it's all right for you, you have Arithmancy first thing."
"It's not a whole lot of fun either Seamus, and if you hate it that much why do you just not go?" Dean popped the toast in his mouth and raised a solitary eyebrow at Seamus. "Well?"
"Fine I won't go. Only if you stay with me."
Dean shrugged his shoulders with a lopsided grin. "Sure thing. I wouldn't let you ditch classes all alone now would I? What sought of friend would I be?" Dean wrapped an arm around Seamus' shoulder and ruffled his sandy hair with the other. Dean's grin must have been contagious because Seamus had found something worth smiling for that morning. Perhaps Mondays wouldn't be that bad after all?