Burn (a Deamus fanfiction)

Chapter One

🍀Seamus POV🍀

"Who d'you reckon you'll ask to the ball?"

It was such an unexpected question that came from Dean's lips that I toppled ungracefully off of the sofa I had been lounging on. I somehow managed to splutter stupidy, "What?!?"

"Oh yeah," Dean casually said, "There's this dance called the Yule Ball happening Christmas evening for fourth years or older. You going?"

"I don't know, what about you?"

"Yeah, I'm going. Like I'm about to miss laughing at Harry trying to dance."

"Good point. Maybe I'll stay behind." I thought for a moment. "Is that what the dress robes on our school list were for?"

"No," Dean rolled his eyes, "they're turning the quidditch pitch into the sea and we're going swimming in those crazy expensive robes."

"Shove off."

"Make me."

I chucked a sofa cushion at the back of Dean's head, but missed by about a foot. "You're a horrible shot. No wonder you're not on the quidditch team."

"Now that was just cheap." Dean snorted and went back to his Charms essay.

I sighed, crawling back up on the sofa I had previously been laying on. I was about to fall asleep when I heard giggling as the portrait hole door swung shut. Without opening my eyes, I mumbled, "Lavender, you there?"

"Yeah," the girl replied, still giggling. "Parvati is too."

"Lav, will you go to the Yule Ball with me?"

More giggles. "Sure. Oh, don't start, Parv."

"Thanks." And with that they were up to the girls' dormitories, whispering to each other.

There was a sudden awkward air between me and Dean, who seemed to be shaking. He suddenly rose to his feet, and abruptly said, "I'm off to bed," before dissappearing up the stairs to the boys' dorms, leaving his work on the common room table.

What did I do wrong?