Seeker (Harry Potter Characters X Reader)

Dean Thomas

Y/n's P.O.V.

Christmas. Sometimes I love it, sometimes I hate it. Right now, I hate it. Why? Well, I'm at Hogwarts, and I owe Fred and George a favor. What's the favor? Help them create holiday cheer, they said. It would be fun, they said. Nothing humiliating, they said. But boy, this is humiliating.

I'm forced to wear a sexy Santa suit, and stand under mistletoe for two hours, with Fred and George dressed as elves, calling people over to come get a kiss. They called over Dean Thomas.

3rd Person's P.O.V.

"Come on Dean, kiss the girl! We know you want to," they said, jeering at him, the bells on their hats jingling as they jumped around him.

"Why?" He asked, looking straight forward, not sparing a glance at me.

"Come on mate, we know you like her,"  Fred said, lowering his voice.

"Wait-what? How do you know?" Dean asked, also in a hushed whisper.

"Ron is our brother. We don't tell Hermoine that he likes her in exchange for information," George said with a smirk.

"You guys are evil," Dean said, louder now, trying to push past them.

George put his hand on his shoulder. "Ah ah ah. It's tradition," he said with a smile, nodding over at me.

"Tradition is just peer pressure from dead people," Dean said with a snort.

"Why don't you want to do it Dean? You chicken?" George whispered in his ear.

Dean's whole demeanor changed. He shoved his books into George's hands, and confidently strode over to Y/n. He now too stood under the mistletoe.

He grabbed Y/n by the waist roughly, and kissed her passionately, to the hoots from the twins and other students.

Dean pulled away.

"What do you say Y/n? Will you have me?" Dean asked her. Y/n's e/c eyes shone.

"If you'll have me," she said, smiling shyly at him.

"Of course. So Y/n L/n, will you be my girlfriend?" He asked, knowing your answer will be yes.

"Yes Dean Thomas. I'll be yours."