:curses loudly: I hate when stupid technology messes with me. :whine: Well, I've posted this again, changed grammar and wording of things, nothing major. Hope it's a bit cleaner. I don't have a beta :sob: So I'm all on my own. Onto the next chapter!

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Dean could see the mistakes Seamus made that led up to 'the incident'. Though the sandy haired blond was completely oblivious. As usual.

Dean and Ginny broke up, as most teenage couples did. While he was okay with it, for some reason Seamus didn't believe him. Of course, most people probably weren't normally alright with breaking up with someone, so that could have been it.

But Seamus, so Dean consistently repeated to himself, was just trying to be a good friend. Yet, on the other hand, and damn this thought for continuing to crop up, he did ignore his own girlfriend, or whatever Lavender was to him, for a week. The week leading up to 'the incident' as they later called it.

They were sitting in the Great Hall that day, Seamus eating his food, avoiding Lavender's eyes, while talking to Dean. Dean just watched this whole thing with slight amusement. Seamus could be such a child sometimes. When the girl stalked over to them, he thought he knew what was coming. Thinking back on it though, Seamus had looked much too pale.

"We need to talk. Now." Her voice was cold and hard, as was her grip when she yanked the slight boy out of his seat and towards the door. This is where Seamus' first mistake came into play. He made her stop before leaving the dining area, effectively capturing every student's attention.

They argued for a while, hushed voices misleading, but their angry glares not so. After a while Lavender said something to him that made Seamus slip up, thus making his second mistake. He made fun of her.

"Oh, just go make a bloody prediction or something, with your loony professor." As her eyes narrowed maliciously. Even Seamus, his dense friend seemed to know he made some kind of mistake.

Lavender spoke in a loud, clear, voice, for the whole school to hear. "I predict that you'll tell everyone you're a bloody queer and are hopelessly in love with-." Unfortunately, or at least in everyone else's opinion, someone cut her off.

Hermione Granger, who happened to be coming to breakfast late, probably studying or something, hexed her. Well, that could only really be assumed. But as she was the only person with a wand out, pointing it at the furious girl, it was a fairly safe bet. Hermione was glaring at the Lavender hatefully, whispering something to her, clearly furious.

This is where the third mistake came into play. As they say in the muggle world, three strikes and you're out. Seamus ran. The idiotic boy ran out of the hall.

If he had stayed he could made a comment, done something that convinced some people that it was a lie, a joke, something. But no, his mind apparently wasn't in control. Or maybe it was. Frightening concept, that.

As soon as the doors clanged. Well alright they didn't clang, being made of wood and all. As soon as the doors slammed shut, the whispering began. Professor McGonagall took the hex off Lavender who declined to comment on anything further and Hermione lost 10 points for Gryffindor. Apparently the professors felt she was in the right spirits.

Secretly, Dean was impressed, never knowing the bushy haired girl to act like that before. "So, err, 'Mione, that was a bit harsh," Ron ventured when she sat at the table.

"No, I don't think so. She quite deserved that and more if you ask me. It's lucky I came back from the-"

"Library," everyone else in her year finished for her.

"Oh, well, grow up," she snipped, putting food on her plate.

When Seamus didn't venture to return, Dean left. Thinking as he walked, he pondered the most unlikely place to find the other boy. An idea in his head, and happy that it was his next class anyway, he headed towards the dungeons.

Sure enough, the sandy haired blond was sprawled upon the floor. He was leaning against the stone wall, glaring at the door to his potions class. "Seamus, glaring at the door won't make it burst into flame," Dean said cheerfully. His mood was damped by the response, or lack thereof.

Normally Seamus would have done something dramatic, jumping up and complaining about the injustice or something of the like. But he just sat there, staring at a door leading to a room he hated. "Come on, it's not that bad." This comment was delivered a little less happily.

Still no response. "So, err, is it true?" As the hurt filled eyes locked on his, Dean realized this might not have been the best question, given the situation.

"Yeah, wanna make something of it," was the frosty reply. Dead was shocked, to say the least. Seamus had rarely spoke to anyone like that, and never to him.

"No, just wanted to hear your side of it. Sorry if I wasn't allowed to ask." He smiled slightly to soften the comment. This was why he rarely let his mouth speak on its own.

"Whatever," Seamus sighed. Dean exhaled heavily, sitting down abruptly next to the other boy. If Seamus wanted to sulk and pout and whatnot, he very well could, but it didn't mean he'd be left alone to do it.