Title:
Breaking Seamus
AU
6th year
Warnings: One
sided slash, angst, self hurt
Disclaimer:
I
do not own Seamus, just playing with an Irishman for a while, please
don't sue!
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Chapter Fifteen : Interlude
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Click. Step. Click. Step. Click. Step. Click. Step.
The clicking of the hard soles of Seamus's uniform shoes on the stone floor echoed down the empty hallway.
He was alone in the middle of the night or perhaps it was the early hours of the morning. Seamus couldn't really tell. He had lost track of his sense of time weeks ago, and had been wandering the deserted corridors of Hogwarts for hours.
Seamus liked it better when the place was empty. He was long past the point of trying to distract himself from the pain. It still burned every time he caught a glimpse of his former best friend, but at night, when he was alone, the pain had begun to shift into numbness. Though, in a few short hours, the bright harshness of the day would flair up the burning ache in his heart.
But for now, he felt deadened to the pain. Like a ghost wandering aimlessly down the hallways of the school. The real ghosts seemed to sense a kindred spirit with the forlorn student, and did not bother him. Even Peeves remained absent.
This night seemed no different from the rest. When Seamus eventually decided to find a corner to sit, he walked slowly up one of the many unused towers adorning the school. However, upon reaching the top he found himself no longer alone.
Sitting on the dusty stone ledge of a large bay window, sat another student. And it could be no other student than the former Malfoy heir. His luminous hair shone in the still bright light of a nearly full moon, as he gracefully tossed small blue stones out the open window.
Seamus, puzzled, watched him for a few minutes. It was distinctly odd seeing the Slytherin doing something so mundane, so human.
The Irishman must have made some small noise, because Draco looked up at him from his perch on the ledge and cocked his head to the left. Neither boy spoke for a moment.
Finally, the blonde Slytherin broke the silence with a soft unobtrusive "Hello". Seamus replied in kind, and Draco turned back to the window and began tossing the little stones again. The Irish boy quietly watched for a few minutes.
After a while Seamus asked, "What are those?"
Seeming a bit startled, as though he had forgotten completely about the Gryffindor's presence, Draco replied, "Conjured pebble lights." He paused, then continued, "You may throw some if you like."
Seamus moved to the ledge and sat down, the other boy placed some of the small pebbles in his hand. Upon closer inspection, he noted that they were not in fact completely blue. They instead were like minute opaque eggshells filled with tiny bits of softly glowing iridescent lights.
Seamus carefully selected one and dropped it out the window watching closely. As it fell, the shell seemed to dissolve into dust and the small lights inside scattered as they slowly twinkled down before disappearing completely.
It was rather beautiful.
And not anything he would have imagined the other boy ever doing.
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Author's note: Sorry about the delay! I had no internet access for a few months, look for more chapters in a few weeks when school starts up again. Thanks for reading!