Harry Potter characters x reader oneshots

Draw me (Dean Thomas)

"Whatcha drawing Dean?" I lie down dramatically and fan my face. It's the middle of summer and it couldn't be more hot.

"Nothing!" My best friend shifts his drawing pad so it's out of my view.

"Awe come on Dean. I'll help you!" Dean starts laughing at my proposal.

"The last time you and Seamus tried to help with my drawings you set four of them on fire and you couldn't stop throwing up pencils." I grin at the memory.

"In my defence, that was solely Seamus." Dean scoffs at my weak argument.

"You tried to transfigure Seamus' bed into a set of pencils and instead you threw up for three days." I shove Dean lightly and laugh.

"Yeah but-" Dean cuts me off.

"You're so full of crap. Don't even try to pretend you didn't threaten to jinx me if I didn't let you help." Dean rolls his eyes and resumes drawing.

"Come on! Tell me!" I whine. Dean was my first friend at Hogwarts, and he's so amazing. He can draw unbelievably well, is super smart and is definitely the cutest student here. There's no way in hell I'm ruining our friendship by having a crush on him.

It sucks so much to have a crush. It eats you away until you can't look at that person without reacting in some way. Whether it's blushing bright red, bolting from the room like a bloody madman or putting yourself in a full body bind so you can't run over and hug them, you're screwed either way.

The thing about having a crush is that every little thing they do makes you think they like you. Let's be real, there is not a big chance they'll like you back, especially if their as perfect as Dean. That's just the way the cookie crumbles I suppose.

"Are you okay?" Deans concerned voice snaps me out of my thoughts.

"Hm? Just dandy." I grin at him and try to steal a glance at his parchment. Dean chuckles, a deep, throaty chuckle that makes my insides melt as he moves away.

"No fair!" I pout and cross my arms. Dean just waves a hand and starts drawing again.

"Fine then. I'm going to help Seamus." Dean's head shoots up.

"What? What are you helping him with?" He growls slightly and my eyes widen. Please don't blush, please don't blush, I beg myself. Too bad. I feel a blush creeping up on my cheeks.

"Nothing that's important." I stand up and quickly look away to hide my flushing cheeks. Dean grabs my hand and yanks me down beside him.

"I'm serious. What are you doing with him? Are you two dating?" I burst out laughing, at the thought of dating Seamus who is like a brother to me, and because my blush has faded.

"What? No of course not! Seamus is my bestfriend and is a brother to me!" I try to keep it cool. Shoot, if he thinks I like Seamus then I'm more far in the friendzone than Ginny is in Harry's. She doesn't understand he's gay.

"Then why have you stopped hanging out with me. You're practically adjoined at the hip with him!" Deans eyes have a glint in them I haven't see before.

"He's my bestfriend!" This is not going as planned.

"Then what am I? Your enemy?" Dean gives me a cold glare. Oh Merlin.

"What? No, of course not! You're my bestfriend too!"

"Then why do you ignore me completely!" Dean explodes. He finally snaps.

"I thought we had something. I really did. Clearly you would rather not have anything to do with me. I'll leave you to smother Seamus." Dean abruptly stands up, scrunching his drawing up and throwing it. He grabs his pencils and walks off, leaving me in his wake.