Dean Thomas's life was going down hill. Someone he trusted dearly, his ex-girlfriend, Ginny, had told everyone his darkest seceret. No one saw him the same. Everytime he'd stroll down the hall people would look at him oddly and make noises of digust. All of his old guy fiends abandon him, thinking that Dean had a crush on them. Of course, that wasn't true.

Even his best friend in the entire world, Seamus Finnigan, hadn't said much to him. He'd never sit by him in class, they wouldn't joke around anymore, and basically do anything like they used to before everyone found out Dean was gay. The only person that still seemed to see Dean the same was Ginny, and he was angry with her that he never wanted to talk to to her.

Seamus wasn't particualry mean to him, he just tended to avoid him. This hurt Dean more than anything. His best friend, the only person in the world that understood him, was the only person he wished he could still talk to. The silly little Irish boy had been there for him since day one, helping him through tough family times and when Ginny dumped Dean. (Of course, Dean wasn't actually hurt because he liked her, but because Gin made it look like he was straight.)

"Hey Shay, did you get the answer to number three of Binns worksheet?" Dean asked one night in an empty dormortry. The three other boys they shared the room with had left Hogwarts to spend the Easter holidays with their families. Usually, Dean and Seamus loved this week, because neither of them celerbrated Easter and they had the room to themselves. They liked to stay up and late and set things on fire.

Not anymore, of course.

"Yeah, I got C." The small boy said without looking up from his paper.

"Thanks." He paused for a moment. "So...are we gonna set things on fire like usual?" Dean asked with a grin.

"No." Seamus mumbled, trying to look busy with his finished assignment. Anger built up in Dean. Could almost six years of friendship really be torn down by something as silly as Dean not being straight? He knew Seamus wasn't homophobic, he didn't care whan Lavender came out as a lesbian. Was it just because Dean was a boy and Lavender was a girl? Did he think Dean had a crush on him or something?

"Why not?" He set down his paper and turned to Seamus.

"Just 'cause." Was all he repsonded with. He couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't take being treated like this anymore, it had been almost a month, he thought people would get over the shock by now.

"What's your problem, Seamus? Honestly, it's not like I'm gonna hit on you or anything. I'm still Dean, nothing's fucking changed!" He yelled, standing up. The light skinned boy kept his face down, sighing.

"I know. I just..." His voice trailed off.

"You just what?" Dean asked, even more pissed than he was a few minutes ago. "We've been friends for years, Shay, years! Out of all of the damn people here I thought you'd be the one who wouldn't care!"

"I know."

"Then why are you treating me like this? You won't even look at me right now!" When Dean said this, Seamus looked him straight in eye, and the dark-skinned boy understood why he wasn't looking at him at first. Seamus's eyes were filled with tears, his nose was red and a frown was plastered onto his face.

"Shay-" He started, but the boy cut him off.

"I've been waiting for you to come out." He wiped his own tears before continuing. "I was really excited when you finally did. But the first thing you told me after I heard is that you didn't like me. I'm not treating you like this because your gay, I'm treating you like this because I'm hurt, Dean, I'm hurt."

"W-what do you mean?" His voice was getting shaky.

"I thought you liked me when I figured out you were gay. I found out when Ginny dumped you, and before you say anything, she didn't tell me. I figured it out myself. I was so excited, I never thought you'd be like me."

"You're...you're gay?" Seamus nodded.

"I've been so hurt, you've been telling me every day that you don't like me. It hurts, Dean." The irish boy repeated the word hurt so many times that Dean felt himself getting misty eyed.

"What are you trying to say?"

"I love you, Dean." With those words, Seamus stood up, grabbed his best mate by his shoulders and crushed his lips agianst Dean's. After a few moments, they pulled apart.

"I-I'm sorry. I've lied to you everyday." He looked Seamus directly in his beautiful eyes. "I love you, too."