A Softly Gathering Pile

A HariPo drabble

by mew-tsubaki

Note: The Harry Potter characters belong to J.K. Rowling, not me. As I post this, it's soooo snowy in the U.S. ... Grr. -.- Let the winter of '10-'11 be remembered by this lovely little slashy drabble! :D Read, review, and enjoy!

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I wish staring at the snow would make me go blind.

Yes, I know it's a funny concept, but if you were in my shoes, you might feel the same way. See, white snow is so pure and bright; unless there's slush or dirt somewhere, snow is just the epitome of innocence. There's nothing dark about it at all.

My thoughts are a different matter.

Don't get me wrong; they aren't dark in that way. My thoughts, instead, are always occupied by one person...my best mate, and he's the dark one. Er, physically, not in any scary mental way. No, Dean Thomas is...well, he's the brightest thing—person—I know, even compared to the snow.

Dean rarely frowns. His dark face might show he's off in la-la land when he's absorbed in his sketchbook, but whenever I walk into the room, he picks his head up and finds my eyes, regardless of whether his day's been good or bad. He... His priority seems to be ensuring my happiness, and for that, I'm more than grateful. For more than that, I care for him...in a not-so-friendly way.

But I know he'd look at me funny if I said anything. He's my friend...and I cherish that.

So these feelings, as pure and bright as the snow itself, will quietly pile up, as long as I can stay by his side.

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Aww, sweet! Not bad for my 1st Seamus/Dean! :D Anyone want Dean to reciprocate in a little sequel? ;)

Thanks for reading and please review!

-mew-tsubaki ;]