Well hi, guys! This is my first official FF- done on sort-of request for my RP friends (:

Also on request, I must offer up the fact that the title "Only In Your Dreamus" was the idea of Janine, A.K.A. Ron Weasley and Maddie Turner. Haha.

Explanation: If you don't get it, "Dreamus" is the ship name of Draco and Seamus.

Timeline: This is during our lovely character's fifth year at Hogwarts.

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, This does not belong to me. Blehh. All fantastical-ness to J.K. Rowling.

Much love, Alessandra xx

"Shove off." Seamus Finnigan muttered under his breath as he glared at the retreating figure of Draco Malfoy. Seamus sorely rubbed his shoulder where Malfoy had shoved him in a hurry to escape double Potions with the Gryffindors.

"Don't worry about it, mate." Seamus heard the voice of a familiar redhead behind him. "He's just a giant prat."

"Yeah, you're right, I guess." Seamus agreed, though he still puzzled about the cold behavior that most every student had been exposed to.

Ron Weasley spoke up again, interrupting Seamus' thoughts and pulling him towards the Great Hall. "Come on, I'm starved."

Seamus followed Ron, thoughts still tangled around that blonde mystery.

Draco crumbled in pain onto the floor. He heard a booming voice above his head.

"How dare you sympathize with those filthy mud bloods and blood traitors? I thought I raised you better than this."

It was quiet for a moment, and Draco peered up hopefully, maybe he could-

"You are a disgrace to this family, to the entire Malfoy legacy!"

Draco saw a hand start to raise and flinched in anticipation for-

"Draco! Draco, look at me!"

The pinched face of Pansy Parkison was peering at Draco curiously.

"What happened, Drakey?"

Draco groaned and stood up, pushing Pansy away.

"I said not to call me that." Why did she think he would enjoy such a ridiculous pet name?

"W-well, what happened? Why were you just sitting there like that? Like you were… d-d-dead?" Pansy whimpered, her eyes filling with tears.

Draco rolled his eyes at her mock dramatics.

"Get a hold of yourself, Pansy. Everything doesn't have to be a soap opera." Draco moved past her and out of the Slytherin common room.

"Where are you going?" Pansy shrieked behind him.

"Away from you." Draco muttered as he turned a corner and left Pansy behind.

Weeks passed, and Seamus kept running into Malfoy. It went from strange to annoying quite quickly, and soon Seamus found himself finding alternate routes to class so that he could avoid him. Sometimes, however, Seamus couldn't stop himself from returning to the blonde prat in his mind.

While watching Pansy hang on Draco- I wonder if he likes her. While eating dinner in the Great Hall- I wonder if he is a vegetarian like Dean said.

It confused Seamus just as much as it angered him.

That is why he was in shock when he found himself locked in a broom cupboard with none other than Draco Malfoy.

Things for Draco seemed to get worse and worse as the weeks went on. Pansy went from an small distraction to a constant annoyance. She didn't seem to understand the words "I am not interested." She was as persistent as ever.

And on top of that, his blackouts only increased since he returned from Christmas break. Actually, Draco would feel much better if he could call these harsh recollections 'blackouts'. A few times a day he would recall a stinging slap, or the arguing, or the scars he could still see faintly on his ashen skin.

But then, less often, he would find himself emerged in a memory- or rather, a nightmare- one he couldn't pull himself out of. That was what Draco was most scared of. He wasn't used to not having control of things. He was Draco Malfoy, after all.

He hummed softly as he wandered the corridor. Draco found that he couldn't sleep anymore- instead he walked. He found the empty hallways and classrooms to be oddly calming.

Draco recalled a boy during breakfast this morning- a Gryffindor- watching him. At first he was angry- as if this boy had any right to bother him- but he found the boy to be watching him in a curiously intense way. The blonde boy couldn't shake the image from his head.

What was his name? Draco wondered. Sean..? Seamus. That's it. Seamus. Irish, probably.

Draco stopped where he stood, somewhere on the third floor. Why did he even care in the first place?

Something had happened to Seamus. It had been a relatively normal Saturday morning, he and Dean had ventured down to breakfast- late, as usual- and he, like he always did, stole a glance at Malfoy from across the Great Hall.

This time, Malfoy looked back.

It was absolutely ridiculous how nervous it made Seamus feel. Not in a good way, like the warm butterflies he felt in his abdomen when Lavender looked at him. A hard, dread-filled feeling in his gut.

It worried Seamus more than it should.

It was these thoughts that kept him up that night, and forced him to wander the corridors aimlessly. How could something as trivial as a rude boy from Slytherin cause this much disturbance in his mind?

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So? Thoughts? Review, please (: New chapters will be up fast- this will be done in a week. Toodles!