Their relationship became somewhat strained during their sixth year. Dean began to go out with Ginny Weasley and he also got the Quidditch position instead of Seamus. For several weeks they only communicated with each other when other people were around. Seamus forgave Dean within a few days but he never said anything; every time he saw him with Ginny it hurt. And he didn't want it to hurt. But it did. He turned away quickly feeling himself near to tears. Then, a few weeks later, Seamus heard that Ginny and Dean had broken up.
When Dean came to him crying Seamus's heart nearly broke.
They spent hours talking and laughing to distract Dean from the heartbreak. Seamus knew that he had really loved Ginny at the end but now they were over. Dean, in those few hours, was completely dependent on Seamus and Seamus relished in it. By now he had stopped telling himself he didn't love Dean but was hell-bent on not outwardly showing it. He had lasted two years. But in those few hours alone with him he felt his resolve slipping.
Two weeks later, Harry and Ginny kissed at the Quidditch party. Dean was destroyed, and so was the glass he was holding. Seamus noticed as he slipped out of the party and followed.
Dean made his way to the Quidditch pitch to take out his frustrations on the punch bag they keep for practices. He got the feeling he was being followed, but he was so upset that his room-mate and ex-girlfriend would start a relationship so soon after Ginny and him had broken up, so he continued jogging away from the Common Room.
Seamus took a short cut and reached the training room before Dean.
Dean entered, sat on one of the benches and, without noticing Seamus's presence, burst into tears. Seamus sat down next to him and gingerly touched his shoulder. Dean jerked at the contact, realised who it was, turned round, burrowed into Seamus's right shoulder and continued to cry at the thought of Ginny dating Harry so soon after their break-up. Seamus felt a wet patch bloom on his shirt but continued to hug Dean close.
Dean then proceeded to take his frustrations out on the training punching bag whilst Seamus held it. This is why he showed no hate to either Ginny or Harry for their relationship, all feelings he had that night were discussed and then punched into oblivion. Most people thought of Seamus as a flirtatious, Irish charmer with no real feelings about anything apart from his family but Dean knew better. Twice in a few weeks he had put aside any feelings he might have and just cared for Dean. That's why they were best friends, Dean thought.
Seamus dedicated those hours to cheering Dean up and not focusing on his feelings towards Dean.
When they returned to the common room the party had died down; most people had gone to bed and those still up were either doing work (Hermione) or falling asleep where they sat. Seamus and Dean went up the stairs to their dorm. Luckily, Harry wasn't there because Seamus feared if he was all his work over the past few hours would have gone to waste.
Dean, as a force of habit, went to his desk drawer and retrieved his sketchbook and several pencils. "Can I draw?" He asked quietly. Seamus nodded and got out a Quidditch magazine out from under his bed. They sat in silence. The only noises that broke the companionable silence were the rhythmically turning of pages and the pencil strokes that were currently forming a masterpiece. After a while, Neville and Ron entered the dorm, closely followed by Harry. Seamus and Dean stopped their activities and they all got ready for bed.
At about 3 o'clock, Seamus awoke to his hangings moving. He felt a shaking body crawl in next to him and at once began the now established routine of hugging, whispering comforts and cuddling. Slowly, Dean calmed down and promptly fell asleep. Seamus looked at the shifted covers at the end of the bed and saw Dean's feet hanging off the end. He gradually moved out of the bed, fetched Dean's blanket and covered him with it. Then he got back in the bed with Dean and went to sleep.
The next morning, all the boys were awoken by screeching in the common room. It sounded awfully like Hermione, probably because it was Hermione.
"Ronald Weasley. How could you be so STUPID? Oh and 'I was owling my mother' is not a good enough excuse…"
Ron sat on the Common Room floor in front of the fire wincing at the loud shrieking issuing from Hermione. Boy, she was angry. It genuinely wasn't his fault. Finally, when half the occupants of Gryffindor traipsed down the stairs complaining about the noise she stopped. But, of course, she glared at him for the rest of the day.
Dean woke with a start. When he opened his eyes he was completely disorientated even though he should be used to waking up in a Seamus's bed by now. Seamus was sitting up on the bed, simultaneously rubbing his eyes, wincing and covering his ears. Dean sighed, turned over and walked back to his bed. They both got dressed and went downstairs.
They went about their days as usual and no-one spoke about the bed situation. From then on it was perfectly normal to see them sharing a bed.
The death of Dumbledore was swift and shocking. Of course Seamus wanted to stay for his funeral. His mother was just being insensitive.
Seamus and Dean stood side by side as the greatest Headmaster of Hogwarts was put to rest. Silent tears made matching tracks down their faces. Everyone knew life could, and would, get a lot worse but, for then, this was the worst thing that could possibly have happened. As they parted ways after the funeral, they hugged and put more emotion into that single hug than they had ever outwardly shown.
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