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There was only one thing standing between Harry and Voldemort, and that was Neville Longbottom. Somewhere, hidden in the castle, was the final Horcrux. Once discovered, it would put an end to Voldemort's reign of terror, once and for all. And instead of searching for said Horcrux, he was here, having to explain himself to Neville, as to why, no, he could not help. This was something Dumbledore asked Harry to do, Harry alone (which, of course, really meant Harry, Ron, and Hermione). He couldn't risk anyone else, and he couldn't waste any more time. Voldemort knew they were hunting Horcruxes; if they didn't move now, they would lose their chance. They had to act now, and Neville needed to get out of his way. It took all of Harry's resolve not to succumb to his anger and yell in the poor sod's face.
"Look," Harry huffed, unaware of how his statement would end and clueless to how he would convince Neville. In the end, it didn't matter. He was saved from having to figure out by the portrait door swinging open. Luna Lovegood's beaming face greeted them as she stepped out of the portrait hole, followed quickly behind her was Dean Thomas.
At the sight of him, Seamus Finnigan gave a great roar of delight and ran to hug his best friend, barreling past him. Harry, who was already way past his limit, felt his temper rising exponentially. Conceptually, he could understand that Seamus was only excited to see his best mate and all, but that didn't mean he couldn't watch where he was going. Gritting his teeth, Harry turned to face him. That's when he caught sight of what looked to be Dean and Seamus locked in a homoerotic embrace, their lips pressed together.
Harry had to do a double-take to confirm that, yes, Seamus Finnigan was in fact snogging the ever-loving shit out of Dean Thomas.
Oh? Oh. Oh.
Huh. How long had that been going on for, he wondered.
“Oh, how nice,” Luna said, dreamily. The others seemed to agree because soon the room filled with ruckus applause. He distinctly heard Neville let out a whoop, and he even thought he saw Lavender Brown wolf whistle. It was evident that the group hadn’t had much to celebrate as of late. With a chuckle, Harry joined in with the cheering.
“Did you know about this?” Harry asked, who wasn't much in the habit of looking on as couples kissed right in front of him, leaned over to Ron.
“Nope." Ron chortled, shaking his head. Hermione, seeing this as good as a distraction as any, grabbed hold of Harry and Ron and led them to the door.
As they slipped into the sixth-floor corridor, the noise finally seemed to reach the pair, prompting them to part sheepishly. The noise began to settle, and as realization set in on what just happened (i.e., that they'd just come out to the entirety of the D.A. in one fell swoop), Seamus's face reddened profusely, the color rivaling Ron’s hair. And although Dean’s complexion hid it better, he, too, was blushing deeply.