My lines. Contrasts in themselves to what I want to say. Meaningless drabble throughout the day, proving to people I'm there, I'm alive.


"Hey Dean!"

Oh my god, where's your shirt? Why are you walking around the common room without a shirt on? That should be illegal…

"Hey Seamus."

"You hungry?"

Sh-yeah. For you.

"Sure. What's for lunch?"

"I don't know. Hold on, I'll ask Ron."

And he walks away. I sigh.


He groans.

What's wrong, best friend, love of my life, Seamusy-Weamusy-Pudding-and-Pie?

"What's up?"

"I have to do this potions essay thing. It's due to tomorrow, and I have less than 24 hours to do more than half of it."

Would you like me to kiss you and make it better? Or just do the whole fucking paper for you?

"Well… you want help?"

He grins. "That is where I was going with that. Thanks."

Smile again! Please, I'm begging you!

"No problem."


"She broke up with me! That stuck-up know-it-all broke up with me!"

That fucking bitch. The wonderful glorious angel. That no-good dirty rotten boyfriend-dumping

-bleep- . That beautiful fantabulous woman. I could kill her. Then kiss her.

I nod sympathetically.

He paced, storming around the common room.

Seamus, darling, you're making me horny.

"Seamus, you'll wear a hole in the carpet."

"I don't fucking care!" He exploded, then winced and looked at me, sorry. "Oh, god, Dean, I'm so sorry. She's just… making me mad, I guess."

You're beautiful mad.

"I noticed." I quipped dryly.

He flopped onto the couch and sighed. "Oh well, at least we weren't technically going steady. I never really liked her that much anyway."

I sat next to him. So, now that you're single, fancy going out with me?

"So who are you going to take to the dance?"

"I don't know. Parvati?"

No! Me! Take me, for fucks sake!

"Oh."


I hear steps coming up the astronomy tower, and turn around to see him standing at the door.

"What are you doing here?"

Trying to find a safe place to reflect on my utter infatuation with my best friend.

"I come up here every night, I should be asking you that question."

He grins, and I melt. Walking over to the ledge, he sits down next to me.

"I couldn't sleep. I thought the tower would be empty, so…" He shrugs. "Do you want to be alone? I can go somewhere else…"

Yes, leave! Leave so I don't accidentally jump you!

"Um, no. It's fine."

"Thanks."

Silence for a few minutes, both of us looking out over the grounds. Well, I'm actually looking at him, but I don't think he can tell.

"Hmm?" He's just said something, which I didn't hear, due to my Seamus shaped distraction.

"I just said 'beautiful night, isn't it?'"

Yeah. And did you know that when the moon shines on you like that, your skin glows pale and flawless, and every line is accented, and your neck is smooth and perfectly curved, and it makes me want to jump you right here and now? No? Well it does.

"Oh. Yeah." Then I see him looking at me, a funny expression in his eyes. "What?"

He shakes his head slowly, still looking at me.

"Did you know that when the moon shines like that behind you, there's a halo, and it makes you look softer, and kinder, and yum-" He blushes, and looks down at his knees.

I look at him. For a long time I just look, and then I laugh.

He looks up sharply and says, a bit peevishly and with some regret, "What?"

I smile at him, at his expression, and at the moon on his skin. "You stole my line."