Disclaimer: All elements of this story related to the Harry Potter universe belong to J.K. Rowling, and not me. Heh, I wish.


It was nearly three in the morning when the after-game festivities were finally over. Seamus, after losing a game of straws, was stuck cleaning up whatever remained of the common room while everyone was most likely fast asleep in their beds.

Cursing under his breath, Seamus was internally debating whether he should just sweep everything under the rug when he heard a faint sketching sound coming from the sofa in front of the fireplace.

Funny, Seamus had thought. He was sure everyone had left for the dorms hours ago.

The young wizard followed the sound until he saw his best friend, Dean Thomas, sitting on the sofa and drawing something on that old sketchpad of his.

"Dean?" Seamus asked tentatively, taking the vacant spot beside his friend. "How're you holding up, mate?"

"Fine." Dean replied, not even looking up from his drawing. "Never been better."

The Irish wizard knew very well that his best friend was lying. He saw how the muggleborn reacted to Harry and Ginny's kiss.

"Dean..."

This time, there was eye contact. "What?"

"You shattered a bloody glass."

The artistic wizard opened his mouth to retort, but instead fell silent and and moodily went back to his drawing.

Seamus felt a rush of sympathy for his best friend. After all, he was in the exact same position when Lavender and Ron started dating: shocked, hurt, and a little indignant that Lavender moved on so quickly.

"It wouldn't have worked out anyway," Dean muttered. "We always fought over every little thing."

The Irish wizard raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

"Yeah."

Seamus patted his friend's knee. "I reckon it doesn't make it any easier, does it?"

"No," Dean replied bluntly. "But what's done is done and I know I'll get over it eventually."

"That's really mature of you."

"Thanks."

Seamus eyes couldn't help but to wander over to Dean's sketchpad. The muggleborn was still drawing, engrossed.

"Is that a picture of Harry being disemboweled by a Hungarian Horntail?"

"Catharsis."

"Ah... Fair enough."


A/N: I want to keep this as a standalone, but these little Seamus-and-Dean scenarios keep popping up in my head. What can I say, I love secondary "background-ish" characters. Please review! (Constructive criticism encouraged).