So, this is chapter 4. May or may not be the final one, haven't decided yet.
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Finding Dean – Easier said than done, especially when you have the patience and attention span of about 3 minutes. After dawdling around a bit, Seamus made his way back to the common room and plonked himself on one of the crimson sofas by the fire. He knew he had stuff to do but with the calming heat of the flames and the way he sunk nicely into the chair, he couldn't be bothered. Plus, running into more people he knew equalled more annoying questions. Seamus closed his eyes and let himself relax.
Two long, dark hands ran down his torso from behind him. Seamus blinked and tilted his head.
"Dean..." He whispered, his mouth cracking into a smile as his friend wrapped his arms around him.
"You know I'd never leave you," he murmured into his neck. "This whole thing was my idea."
Seamus leaned his head back into Dean as Dean softly kissed his neck. Seamus moaned.
"Seamus..."
Dean kept kissing, making his way to the jaw line.
"Seamus!"
The voice calling his name echoed. Seamus frowned - that wasn't Dean's voice.
"SEAMUS!"
Seamus awoke to a sharp slap across his face.
"Argh!" he winced and rubbed his reddening cheek.
He blinked, getting used to the light and slowly coming back to reality. He was still in the common room by the fire, but he was alone. Well, except for the annoyed-looking red head standing in front of him.
"Having particularly happy dreams there?" he scowled, turning back to his one-seater next to the sofa. "You're disturbing me with your groans."
He felt his face flush as Ron sat down. Seamus stayed silent, staring into the dancing flames.
"I know where Dean is, if you're interested." Ron added.
Dean wasn't hiding – he had gone to the great lake, just to be quiet for a few moments, to muse over his feelings. He'd taken his sketchpad with it's accessories along and was tracing down the view he had before him, sitting cross-legged.
"Wait, why did you ask me about girls in particular?"
"Think about it."
Was he gay? Kissing Shay had felt in place and totally natural, but the thought of announcing he was a man's man made him feel sick with nerves. He couldn't even picture kissing another guy, that would not be right for him at all. All this had happened within the space of 24 hours, at that.
"Dean... Dean... Open the door, please mate..."
"Forget it. Forget everything."
"Dean... I... she literally jumped me... there was nothing I could do."
That thing with Ginny - how could he be sure it wasn't Seamus' idea? He couldn't stop the niggling feeling at the back of his mind that Seamus had come on to Dean so he would break it off with Ginny, causing Ginny to be single, free for anyone to have. For Seamus to have.
"She had me pinned there, I tried to push her off and when you came out of the doorway... I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
Their moment after that, when they kissed for the second time. Maybe Ginny had rejected him and he was twisting it.
"Do you love her?"
"No. I never-"
Dean furiously shook his head, tossed his sketchpad on the grass beside him and buried his face in his hands. He sat like that for a few moments.
"Artists block?"
Dean jumped. He turned his head to see Seamus sitting beside him, legs outstretched and leaning back on his arms.
"Um, I guess you could say that."
…Seamus connected their lips again and he felt Dean's fingers slowly running through his sandy hair…
"Listen, Shay, we need to talk."
Dean wiped the memory from his mind and turned to face his friend. Seamus nodded.
"Shay, look at me."
When all Seamus moved were his eyes, Dean crawled around to sit in front of him and he pulled his knees to his chest.
…Seamus seductively slid his hand down his chest…
Dean took a breath, shaking off the memory.
"I'm not…"
Seamus' eyes were staring into his, intensely waiting.
"I'm not gay." Dean blurted before he could over think it and chicken out.
…He interlocked his fingers with Seamus' and pushed him against the wall. Seamus kissed back roughly…
Seamus gulped and nodded again. Without a word, he got to his feet and started to walk away. Dean stayed sat, watching him go.
"I'm sorry." He whispered to himself.
Seamus walked for quite a bit, biting his lip. He turned to some bigger trees and stood behind them, where he knew Dean could neither see nor hear him. Then he cried. Big, chocking tears. He slid down the trunk of a tree and covered his face with his hands, shoulders shaking violently as all his emotions poured out to the trees and flowers around him.
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