1Chapter 1

"Hurry up Harry!" Seamus yelled, taking the stairs to the Gryffindor Common Room two at a time. "We're gonna be late"

Harry ran after his friend, smiling inwardly. Hermione would kill them if they missed this. They had spent two weeks preparing a surprise party for Ron's 17th birthday, and Hermione was quite insistent that they be there on time for once. Harry grinned. Yeah, insistent with a stick. Seamus was afraid for his life.

They finally reached the Fat Lady's portrait, huffing and puffing. "Flibbert!" Seamus panted, and the portrait swung open, letting he an Harry in. Hermione had already informed everyone else about the party, and all Harry had to do was set the spells telling everyone when she and Ron were coming. If all was going well, they were still walking by the lake, giving everyone enough time to get to the Common Room.

Almost everyone was present. The Quidditch team had decorated, and were milling in a corner. Lavender and Parvarti had torn themselves away from the Divination room long enough to celebrate, and there were a bunch of lower year students sitting around the fire, chatting. The Weasley twins were visiting for the party, and had gotten the House Elves to deliver every sort of food and drink. The boys sat on the edge of the couch with identical grins, watching Neville chew a pastry. Harry walked over to them, sighing. Didn't Neville ever learn?

"Whatever spells you put on this food, you might want to undo them. Hermione has been short tempered this week, and she's found some interesting ways of combining curses." The twins instantly took on a look of innocence.

"Harry!" George said, "How could you? We would never..." But at that moment, Neville began to yell. Harry turned to look at him, and blinked. Neville and his clothing had turned a brilliant shade of blue and had large orange polka dots gliding over his body. His hair had turned white, and was now longer and twirled atop his head, beehive style. Harry groaned, trying not to laugh. Neville looked around for a moment, trying to spot the culprit. His eyes widened when he spotted the twins, and he stalked towards them.

"You don't ever get enough, do you?" he asked, glowering at the twins. But at that moment, a brilliant orange spot drifted across his face, causing the boys to break into gales of laughter.

"Don't worry, Nev!" Fred said, sputtering. "It will fade in a couple of days!" George began to giggle, which set both of them off agin. Even Neville smiled, and Harry shook his head, grinning. All was right in the world.

Suddenly, a bell went off somewhere, signaling to everyone that Ron and Hermione weren't far away Everyone scuttled to their chosen hiding places, and Harry said a spell that dimmed all the light, even that from the fire. He made his way blindly to the coat closet in the back of the room.

To his surprise, there was already someone in his hiding spot.

"Oof!" The someone grunted as Harry pushed his way into the closet anyways.

"Seamus?" Harry said.

"Harry?" Seamus said.

"Shh!" Someone outside the door said. Seamus giggled. His body was squished against Harry's, and Harry could feel the other boy's breath on his face. They waited a moment. There was supposed to be another bell, activated just as Hermione and Ron reached th Fat Lady. Where was it? Surly Hermione hadn't set up a warning that far away. Harry shifted uncomfortably.

All of the sudden, Harry felt Seamus's hands under his shirt. He gasped, and pulled back, but the closet wasn't big enough for them to separate. Then, all in one moment, Harry felt hot breath on his lips, and Seamus was kissing him. Harry just stood there, rigid, and Seamus pulled his face away just as the second warning bell rang. Harry shook his head.

What was that? But before he could get any further in his thought, the portrait squeaked open, and Seamus threw open the closet door.

"SURPRISE!" Everyone yelled. Everyone but Harry, who sank to his knees in the coat closet as Seamus jumped out. Harry was most certainly surprised.

Hermione grinned, and Ron jumped. The lights had been reactivated when everyone yelled, and Ron was looking around in awe.

"Whoa, Hermione! Did you guys do this for me?" he asked, turning to his friend.

"Of course, Ron. It's your birthday!" Ron grinned, and kissed her on the cheek. He turned away from her, looking into the Common Room. It has been transformed. There were banners hanging everywhere, mostly displaying Quidditch and the words 'Happy 17th, Ronnikins!' and food and drinks piled high on every table. In one corner was a huge heap of gifts. It looked as though everyone in the room had bought at least two.

"Wow. What brought this on?" He asked, as everyone smiled at him.

"Harry and Hermione set it up, and the rest of us decided to join in. Hermione was abusive, though. We went though a lot for you, man!" Dean replied, shrinking away when Hermione feigned a slap at him. "See what I mean?" He asked, laughing.

A voice came from the other side of the door. "Are you going in or not, child?" The Fat Lady asked impatiently. Ron stepped inside, surprised, and everyone laughed. Even the portrait could be heard giggling like a schoolgirl as she closed. Ron caught sight of Neville.

"Hey, Fred and George are here! Where are you guys?" Ron asked. Hermione elbowed him. "Oh, thanks everyone!" She smiled, and left Ron to greet his brothers.

"Harry" she called. She didn't see him anywhere. Oooh, if he had missed Ron's birthday...! "Harry, where are you?" Then she heard a voice.

"In here, Herm." She walked over to the closet, and looked inside. Harry was sitting there, red as a beet, with a very strange look on his face.

"Harry What's wrongs?" Hermione cried, dropping to her knees beside the boy. Harry turned brighter red.

"Seamus...He..."

"What? Harry, what is it?"

"He just kissed me." Harry said slowly.

"Oh." Hermione fell back on her rump. "That's it then? Well, you'll just have to speak to him about it. Tell him you appreciate it, but you aren't gay." She said bluntly. But when Harry didn't say anything, she continued. "Harry," she said, and her voice suddenly sounded disapproving, "don't tell me you're homophobic."

"No, no, that's not it. It's just, when... when he kissed me, y'know? I uh, I think I liked it." Harry replied, sounding rather dazed. Hermione had caught him at a vulnerable moment. Why did he just tell her that? But he was straight. Right? He'd never really thought about...But Seamus? Oh jeez.

Then the door to the closet opened, and Ron appeared "Hey, thanks mate! This party is great! Come out of there and have something to eat, I made Fred and George tell me what's safe, so you won't turn into a pumpkin at midnight or anything." It was totally lost on Ron that Harry was sitting in the closet. Harry smiled, shaking himself, and stood up. This was Ron's party. He could deal with his own issues later. Before bed. With Seamus in the same room. Harry groaned and slapped himself mentally. You will have a good time tonight, and you won't let Ron know you're freaked out. He told himself violently. He shook his head, and went one of the refreshment tables, pouring himself a glass of water.

Seamus smiled as Harry, flanked by his two best friends, shooed the first years out of the way and sat beside the fire. Everything was going according to plan, and perhaps, before the night was over, Harry Potter would be in Seamus's bed. Harry looked up, and Seamus caught his eye. The Irish boy grinned, and licked his lips. At this, Harry turned bright red, and looked down again immediately. Dean, who had been telling Seamus a joke, witnessed the whole exchange.

"You're going for Harry? Seamus, I'm pretty sure he's straight." Dean pointed out. Seamus grinned ferally.

"Dean, Dean. Since when has that ever stopped me?" he asked. Dean laughed.

"Poor Harry...He doesn't have a clue what he's in for."

A/n: R& R, please. My first Fanfic! Yus!