#dean thomas one shot

Pairing: Dean Thomas x Reader

Characters: Dean Thomas

Warnings: N/A

Request: N/A

Word Count: 424

Author: Charlotte

In the four years you had been at Hogwarts, you had gotten to know Dean Thomas relatively well. You had shared many classes across the years, and you would consider yourself friends, even if you wanted there to be something more between the two of you than just friendship. You were interested in him, but you weren’t willing to hurt the friendship that you had, in fear that he wouldn’t like you in return, leaving you in a rather awkward situation whilst both being at the same boarding school for a few more years.

You had been sat in the courtyard one Saturday reading, when you noticed Dean enter it as well. He sat far from you, pulling out his sketchbook and a pencil, drawing in silence, often peering up towards you. You tried to act as though you didn’t notice him or that he was looking at you, but both of you struggled not being obvious in your staring. Once you had finished your chapter, you slipped your bookmark onto the page, mustering up all the courage you could and making your way across the courtyard towards Dean.

As soon as he saw you getting closer to him, he held the sketchbook close to his chest, giving you a nervous smile.

“Hi,” you smiled warmly. “How are you?”

“I’m okay,” he said, trying to quickly flip the cover of his sketchbook over his current drawing, before you could see it, but he wasn’t quick enough.

Before he was able to cover it up, you had seen a beautiful sketch of yourself. It didn’t look finished, but what was on the page looked far better than anything you could have drawn, or anything you would have felt like you deserved drawn of yourself.

“Did you draw me?” You asked.

“No,” he stated, but as you pushed the cover out of the way again to reveal the picture properly this time, he realised he couldn’t lie. “Maybe.”

“That’s amazing,” you smiled. “You’re really talented, but why would you want to draw me?”

He bit his lower lip, nervous for you to having seen his drawing in general, especially one that he’d done of you, but seen as you were beaming at his art, the nerves settled slightly.

“When I see something or someone beautiful, I need to draw them.”

Your cheeks grew rosy as you felt flustered by the compliment.

“You find me beautiful?” You laughed, expecting it to be a joke.

“Of course I do, you’re the most beautiful person I have ever seen.”