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Chapter 2

Seamus Finnigan

I know I probably over reacted but that's when I'm like. I know Dean takes a little while to adjust to things, but...eugh! I had to escape from the dungeons; I couldn't stay there any longer. The Room of Requirement was the first place I thought of. I was alone in the room for, about, fifteen minutes. Until I heard the door open and close. As I was sitting down I had to turn to see who it was. Dean. I turned away from him.

"Seamus...can we talk?" Dean asked.

"Do I have a choice?" I sighed.

"Of course you have a choice. But I'd like it if you said yes."

There was something different in the way he spoke. I turned around to look at him again. Dean was still standing by the door, but the way he was standing...it wasn't the Dean I knew at all, this was a completely different side of him. I nodded. Dean relaxed a little and moved towards the chair next to me. When Dean sat down I couldn't help but think about the fact that this was the closest we had been in days.

"Look, Seamus, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. Please forgive me." Dean rushed.

"No, I'm sorry. I over reacted like always. Please forgive me." I replied.

"You were right to react that way, I was being stupid."

"No you weren't, I..."

I was cut short by the fact that Dean decided to shut me up by kissing me. I didn't see him move. Dean was hovering over me while I was sitting down. I didn't like having to stretch my neck, so casually I grabbed Dean's top – it would have been his tie, but it was a Saturday – and pulled him towards me. We ended up on the floor, with Dean straddling me. We had to laugh, we couldn't help it. From that point on it got a bit...graphic.


The next morning, I woke up to fine Dean and myself underneath a random blanket. Still wasn't sure where it came from, but hey, who's complaining. I rolled onto my right hand side, lifted the lower part of my right arm up, rested my head on my hand, and just watched Dean sleep. The blanket was down around Dean's waist. I smiled a little...until I saw the large bruise right in the middle of his back.

"Those Slytherin twats!" I breathed.

"Tell me about it." Dean chuckled.

I smiled again. Dean rolled onto his left hand side, lifted the lower part of his left arm and rested his head on his hand.

"Morning." I smiled.

"Morning." Dean grinned.

We moved closer to, and put our arms around, each other. Dean leaned forward and kissed me. I rested me forehead on Dean's right shoulder. I liked this. And I think Dean had adjusted. Dean was smiling.

"Just think, seven years and a month ago, we had just met and come to Hogwarts." Dean told me, his smile getting bigger. "Now look at us."

"Well, seven years and a month ago was when I knew, on day, we'd end up like this." I replied, my face getting warm.

I looked down, hiding my face in Dean's shoulder. Dean moved even closer to me and lifted my head up by pushing my chin up. We were really close now. Our bodies were touching. When I was looking up again, Dean leaned in close.

"You weren't the only one, grá." Dean whispered in my ear.

Grá is the Irish for love...how Dean knew that I did not know. Dean moved away from my ear and pressed his lips to mine, before I could say anything.


We spent around half the day in the Room of Requirement. It was when we were sure no one was around that we ran back to our dorm. As soon as we were in our dorm, Dean and I got changed, and then went outside. It was cold and snowing. At least we remembered gloves, hats, scarves and jackets. We walked through the courtyard, talking about random things. I started to tell Dean about Ireland – since he asked –, but when I turned to look at him, he was nowhere to be seen.

"Dean?" I called.

I started to look around, confused. Then I felt snow smash into the back of my head and fall into my jacket. Turning to look behind me, I found Dean laughing hard. While he was laughing I made a snowball and lobbed it at him. Some of the snow went in his mouth. So funny.

"Oh, this is war." I heard Dean say.

It was the best snowball fight ever. Looking around after the snowball fight we found we were the only ones in the courtyard. So, while his back was turned, I tackled Dean to the ground. Dean ended up on his back, with me straddling him.

"Cheeky." Dean chuckled.

"Of Course." I smiled.

I lightly brushed his lips with mine. I pulled back, and sat up properly.

"Now that's just mean." Dean grinned.

"Well, I..." I started.

Dean grabbed me by the collar of my jacket and pulled me forward. This time it was deep and passionate. My knees went weak, so it was a good thing I wasn't standing. Dean pulled away first and we stood up – I was very reluctant of course.

"You ever tease me like that again, and you'll be in trouble." Dean smiled.

He winked and walked off. I stared after Dean, mouth open. Now, I had to make a decision. ...Did I want to get into trouble with him? ...I think I did! Grinning, I ran after Dean.


"I see you two have made up." Hermione said at dinner.

"Yeah, we did." I smiled.

"Like I said, it was just a little spat." Dean told her, smiling.

"I'm just glad we don't have to worry about you two anymore. I mean you've been friends since first year." Harry told us.

Dean and I had decided to keep our relationship a secret. See how long it took for people to find out. It was fun.

Every time Dean moved he would wince, but it was only when he was sitting down. I caught him every time out of the corner of my eye.

"Back's still hurting, huh." I said to him.

"Yeah. Bloody kills." Dean told me, through gritted teeth.

"Have you gone to Madam Pomfrey?" Hermione asked.

"Yeah, she said it was just a bruise." Dean replied.

None of us knew what to say to that. It was quiet strange.

"I could fix that. If you'd like." A voice from behind Dean and I said.

"Oh, hey Luna." Dean smiled. "That would be great if you could."

"Sure. Do you want me to do it know?"

"Yeah sure. Can it be outside of the hall though, please?"

"Of course. Come on."

Luna smiled and walked – well, skipped – out of the hall, Dean following her. At least if it hurt no one would know.


That night a few Gryffindor's, Dean and I included, spent some time in the common room before heading to bed. Dean and I were the last two down there.

"Well, the past few weeks have been eventful, haven't they?" Dean chuckled as we sat by the fire.

"Eventful is an understatement." I laughed. "But I'm glad it happened."

I put my arm around Dean's shoulders. Dean leaned into me and wrapped an arm around my waist.

"Hey, I forgot to ask. How's your back now?" I asked.

"It's never been better." Dean replied, smiling.

I kissed the top of Dean's head, which resulted in me getting dragged to a standing position and out of the common room.

"Dean, where are we going?!" I asked, alarmed.

Dean said nothing; he just turned his head around and smiled.


After two minutes we stopped. Of course. The Room of Requirement. The door appeared, and Dean and I ran in. The door swung closed behind us. The room looked nothing like the other times we had been in there. It was a huge bedroom. A double bed, fire place, en-suite. It was huge. Dean turned me, got me to face him so I was facing the door and kissed me. Dean started walking forward, pushing me along with him, lips still attached. Then Dean pushed me. I fell backwards but landed on the bed. I pulled myself into the middle of the bed. Dean climbed on, and straddled me – we seemed to like doing that, didn't we.

"I told you, you would be in trouble." Dean smiled.

I couldn't help but grin. Dean's smile turned evil. Then I thought, if his back's alright now...what's he going to do?