A/N: This was written for the wait since I want to rewrite my Deamus fic(can't find a good plot to go with yet though mvngcmcm) and it's super short but I'm terrible at this anygay so yeh-

Another letter. Same content, same people who wrote it.
Seamus Finnigan didn't even know why they still bothered trying. He didn't know why he read the letters either. Maybe he was hoping for different words, for some acceptance in those lines. The first time he'd read one of those, he had cried. Now, he'd gotten used to it. He'd gotten used to the fact that they hated him, tried to change who he was. He shook his head after reading the last sentence, got up from the armchair he sat on and threw the paper into the crackling chimney fire, watched it burn, change from white to black, crumble.

Fuck you. He thought. He was finally being himself, and they still had the audacity to send him those letters, at least twice a week.

You don't have to be that way. They said. You can still change. We care for you, as our son.
They didn't. They cared about themselves, their reputation, that was all.

The portrait which was the entrance to the Gryffindor common room opened and someone stepped inside.
"Anything new?"
Seamus recognized the voice as Dean Thomas', who approached him with a worried look on his face.
"Just the usual." Seamus said as he turned his head in Dean's direction. "They still hate me."
His boyfriend pulled him into a hug. "I'm so sorry..."
The red-haired boy hugged him back. "Don't worry about it."

His parents had found out the two boys were in a relationship about five weeks ago - they were pretty open about it in school, so maybe they should've been more careful, but somebody had told the adults. Seamus and Dean had both known Seamus' parents were very homophobic. They had both made the mistake of letting everyone see. But was it really a mistake to not hide themselves?
At least Seamus was old enough to live on his own after this year ended - he was in the eighth year of school, the year everyone was repeating because of the events during the last one.

"How are you feeling?" Dean asked as he let go.
"I'm fine. They're not very... original, you know? It's always the same, they just say it a bit differently." He smiled a little as Dean had to bend down to kiss him on the forehead.
"I love you." The taller one said softly.
"I love you." Seamus replied.