A/N: I hate writing Ron as an immature, misunderstanding douchebag. The war changed everyone and matured them beyond their years. I'll have careless, immature tendencies resurfacing in time. Just not yet. This chapter is one of the filler chapters. Enjoy!

A/N 2, Years later: I'm sorry for not posting another one of these chapters in a while. I kind of fell out of fanfic for a bit because I'm an adult now and have to get things together and try and live. Looking back over this, I cringe a bit at my writing, and will probably revise it in a while once I have everything down. For now, I hope you guys enjoy what's already here. I'd also like to point out this was all written in a mobile notepad when I made the original draft.

Disclaimer: I am not talented enough to be the actual author of Harry Potter. So I take claim only to my plot and original characters.

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"RONALD BILIUS WEASLEY, HOW DARE YOU ASSAULT YOUR FRIEND?! HE DID NOT DESERVE IT, NO MATTER WHAT YOUR ARGUMENT MAY ME. YOU WILL BE ENROLLING IN HEALER SMYTHE'S THERAPY CLASS, AND YOU WILL GET YOUR ANGER PROBLEMS STRAIGHTENED OUT.

Ginny dear, I am NOT happy with you either, but thank you for telling me. I'll see you and ronniekins at Christmas. I love you."

The howler tore itself to shreds, ruining the eggs.

Ron sighed, he didn't want to enroll in therapy, but he couldn't deny that he needed it.

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'I'm having a chat with Ron today.' Seamus made eye contact with Harry 'I'm going to try to be as gentle as possible. The wolf is angry, but if you're nearby and spying through the bond, you can stop me if I lose control.'

'You have to get it off your chest, don't you? Do it in the dorm after breakfast.' Harry sighed, he didn't enjoy anything about this situation.

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The Gryffindors returned to their tower, getting ready for the day. Many people still needed to take showers. Dean, Blaise, and Neville didn't need to enter the dormitory, so Harry and Seamus decided to hang back and let Ron go first.

Seamus entered the dormitory after him, and Harry stood outside the door, reaching through the bond, and falling into Seamus' mind.

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Ron's eyes widened in fear when he heard the door open and close behind him. He whipped around to see a very angry Seamus.

"Ron, we need to talk." Seamus was visibly paining himself to stay calm. "Now."

Ron refused to make eye contact, trying to be submissive.

"Don' try that. He isn't try to dominate you." Seamus growled, walking closer to Ron. He pushed Ron against the wall and pinned him there. "I am. Now listen up."

Ron gulped. He'd been so busy trying to figure out how to deal with an angry werewolf.

He didn't know how to deal with an angry Seamus.

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The sensation was completely foreign. Harry could feel his own body, and he sat down on the stairs carefully. He could see and feel, and even hear all of Seamus' words and thoughts.

"Ron, we need to talk." Seamus was visibly paining himself to stay calm. "Now."

Ron refused to make eye contact, trying to be submissive.

"Don' try that. He isn't try to dominate you." Seamus growled, walking closer to Ron. He pushed Ron against the wall and pinned him there. "I am. Now listen up."

Harry shivered, Seamus' mood was cold and pained.

"The wolf is possessive, and I am the wolf. I'm possessive, and I can barely look at you right now, you tried to hurt one of my friends. Does that sound like a good idea now?" Harry's breathing was picking up. He could see the pure terror on Ron's face. "Its taking all of my self control not to beat you to a pulp right now. If you ever even consider hurting one of my friends again, you'll be worse than petrified." Harry felt Seamus' lip curl as he rasped the words out. Harry could feel Ron's ragged, hot breath on his face, on Seamus' face. He snapped back into his own mind.

He got up and steadied himself on the wall. Seamus was protective, but scary. He needed to learn to cooperate with the wolf better.

Harry knew cooperate was the best he could get. You can't control a dominant wolf.

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Ron didn't realize Seamus was holding him in the air against his wall until he felt his feet his the ground again. His knees buckled and he groaned. He felt tears prickle at his eyes.

Seamus was right, Ron was completely out of line, and it cost him their friendship. Ron picked himself up, stumbled away from the glowering Irishman, and entered the shower. He turned it on the coldest setting and got in, not even bothering to undress.

Ron pulled his knees to his chest and cried. Not because of being held to the wall, or being threatened. He cried because he was ashamed of what he'd done.

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Seamus left the room, Meeting Blaise, Dean, and Harry in the common room.

"I'm sorry, Harry. I didn't mean to pin him to the wall." Seamus hugged Harry. He didn't mean to be violent at all, it just happened. "I lost control."

Blaise and Dean met eyes, and looked up to Seamus.

"I didn' hurt 'im, I don' think. Go check on 'im. He stumbled into the showers." Seamus draped his head over Harry's holding each other in the hug. Both of them were scared of Seamus at that moment.

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Ginny sat in the corner of the common room, unnoticed by anyone but Dean. She felt for the 2 boys on the couch, and made her way towards them.

"You didn't do anything wrong. You couldn't help pinning him to the wall. If anything, it helped get the message through." She pulled Seamus and Harry apart, and looked up into Seamus' eyes. "I'm proud of the fact that you didn't rip him to shreds. I honestly expected you to at least bloody his nose."

Seamus snorted, "How do you know I didn' punch him?"

"I kind of told them what you did..." Harry looked down at his shoes.

"Thanks Har."

"What?"

"Thanks" Seamus smiled at the smaller. "Now I don't have to explain it."

Ginny hugged the both of them.

"You two leave the dorm. Find something to do."

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Dean entered the bathroom and paled. Ron was curled up, crying under the water. He approached and felt the cold spray.

"Ron..." Dean whispered, changing the water to a decent, warm temperature.

"I'm s-sorry. S-so sorry." Ron gasped out in between sobs. "I didn't e-even th-think about l-love. Just h-hurting you."

Deans expression softened at the sorrow in Ron's voice, and he got under the water, draping an arm about Ron and propping him up on his shoulder. Ron immediately hugged Dean and sobbed into his shoulder.

"I'm not saying what you did was okay, or even rational, but..." Dean tightened his hold on the slightly smaller boy, "I forgive you."

Ron hugged Dean even tighter, and they sat there for what felt like hours, Ron sobbing, holding desperately onto Dean.

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Nigel approached the Astronomy tower. It was the middle of a clear day, and no normal person would even think of watching the stars right now.

This way of thinking was usually how he found Luna, and this time was no different. He reached the top of the stairs to see the young girl dangling off the tower by her knees, staring into the sky with a mystified expression.

"Luna?" Nigel approached, holding a hand out and trying to grasp her to help her back up. Her eyes seemed to focus a bit before acknowledging Nigel.

"Hello, Nigel. I was just thinking about the Wrackspurts. Seamus has quite a few of them." She breathed the words out dreamily. It was mesmerizing. "I should take him a rutabaga for today."

She looked up at Nigel thoughtfully.

"Was there anything you needed Nigel? People don't usually find me to talk to me." She paused, and resumed. "People don't usually find me."

"I w-wanted to, uh, ask you a-a question." Nigel stammered. Oh merlin, could he do this?

"Oh, there's Seamus!" Luna pointed to the grounds below. "I'll be back in a jiffy!" And she straightened her legs and fell.

Nigel shouted and ran over to the edge, looking for Luna.

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Seamus and Harry were chatting on a nice stroll through the grounds when They heard Nigel shout. Harry sprinted towards the base of the astronomy tower.

He spotted Luna fall off the astronomy tower. They ran over to maybe try and catch her.

"Seamus. Hello. Have a Rutabaga today." Luna dropped it next to them. Seamus closed his eyes and tensed his entire body, waiting to hear a sickening thump.

He didn't. When Seamus opened his eyes, there wasn't anyone on the ground, just a rutabaga. He looked up and gasped.

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Nigel watched as Luna fell, digging in her bag for what was no doubt a suicide note, in his mind. He was shocked to see her pull out a small vegetable.

What was she doing? She was going to die delivering a small vegetable to Seamus Finnigan! Nigel closed his eyes, holding back tears, and tried to avoid seeing the inevitable. He couldn't look at Luna's dead body. He'd lose it.

Clink.

That's it, that must have been her body splattering on the ground. But it was almost, metallic? And much closer to Nigel.

"Hello again Nigel. What was it you wanted to tell me?" Luna was unfazed by having just fallen to the grounds.

"H-how did you-, you're here but you were there, what?"

"I bounced silly. Was that really the question you wanted to ask? Your divination grades must be perfect." Luna's silky voice tightened a bit, not noticeably to anyone maybe, but Nigel heard it.

"No! That wasn't my question." He shot that idea away, Luna looked startled.

"Oh, that's nice. What is your question then?"

"Willyougotohogsmeadewithme?" Nigel blurted it all out as fast as possible, although no normal person could have understood a word he said. He looked up to see a smile pressed onto Luna's face. She usually always looked dismissive, thoughtful, or startled. He'd never seen her smile before.

Luna flipped over the bars and stood properly on her feet. She dug in her bag, walked over, and pressed a Cucumber into Nigel's hand.

"Yes. I will." She hugged him. Luna couldn't believe it. She'd never been asked out by one of her crushes before. Neville asked her out once, but it was at the prospect of being about to die that he did it.

Nigel gave a broad grin and hugged Luna back. He felt like he could do anything.

"So how did you bounce back up to the astronomy tower? That must be useful." Nigel pocketed his cucumber, fully satisfied to talk to his loony love. He knew she wasn't really loony, she was unique.

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Seamus watched and listened to the exchange. His ears were perked and he was grinning. He gave a shrill, high whistle and whooped at the result.

"What's going on, Shay?" Harry knew he could hear.

"Luna and Nigel are an item." Seamus relished the last word. Harry cupped his hands and shouted upwards.

"Congratulations you guys!"

Even from down here, they could see the boy blush.

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Ron got dressed in warmer, dry clothes after his forever-shower with Dean. He felt incredibly embarrassed, but knew he had to get dry and go find Healer Smythe so he could enroll in therapy. He grimaced at the idea.

Ron took a brisk stride out of the common room, resolving to go directly to the hospital wing. That's where healers usually were.

Halfway down the corridor, he heard 2 voices in front of him.

"Shay, we'll be fine. We have to tell them your secret. Otherwise they can't help you." Harry was reaching upwards, rubbing circles on Seamus' back.

"I don't want to a-admit it. I hate that I lost control. Wh-what if they make me l-leave? I need to be a healer. Its the only thing that keeps me going..." Seamus trailed off, his expression somber.

Ron decided it was time to put on a brave face and approached the scene.

"Harry, can I borrow Seamus for a minute?" Ron didn't wait for an answer, "And don't watch this time."

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Harry was taken aback. Ron knew? When did he get so observant? Harry sighed.

"Mr. Potter? What're you doing down here?" Healer Smythe was approaching from the separate end of the corridor.

"I, uh, we came to see you. Ron and Seamus will be right here. We need your therapy."

"All 3 of you? Okay, I'll be in Poppy's office when they get here." Smythe walked into the room behind Harry.

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Ron dragged Seamus into the broom closet around the bend of the hall. He stopped, took in a ragged breath, and my eye contact with Seamus.

"I understand that you lost control. You're new at controlling your 'urges'. I don't hold it against you. It helped me see that I was wrong."

Seamus stared steadily into Ron's eyes, searching for a trace of doubt.

"You didn't even hurt me. You just pushed up me a wall. Don't be so hard on yourself." Ron took a chance and clapped a hand on the Irishman's shoulder. "But you will need help, and therapy is probably the easiest way. Harry's right. Let's go sign up."

"Let's?" Seamus just stared at Ron.

"You think I don't need it too? That's sweet. But I do, so let's go." Ron opened the door behind Seamus and the boys walked back around the curve. That went better than expected.

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Harry watched the other boys come back towards the Hospital.

"Healer Smythe is waiting for us inside."

"I'm ready." Seamus smiled at Ron, and beamed at Harry.

Harry was startled. He'd have to figure out what exactly went on between the two.

"Let's go then."

Harry pushed the doors open, leading the other boys into Pomfrey's office.

"Healer Smythe? We're here."

"Hello Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley. Mr. Finnigan." Smythe smiled. "Mr. Weasley, judging by that breakfast howler, I'm assuming you're here to seek Anger Management therapy?"

"Yes sir. Seamus is also here for it too." Ron was tense.

"Mr. Finnigan, I've been expecting you for quite a while, to be perfectly honest." Healer Smythe looked at the tallest of the boys, "I'm considered one of the best Healers in Europe, Seamus. I can spot a werewolf from a quidditch pitch away."

Seamus looked shaken, but spoke up.

"I'm not takin' the wolfsbane. Being the healer you are, you should know why." Seamus breathed in a deep, calming breath. "I keep losing to my urges..."

"I attacked one of our friends. Seamus defended him and petrified me."

"If Harry hadn't stopped me, I might not have stopped there." Seamus was completely serious.

"I can give you and Ronald a joint session. However, Harry can not be here. You two will need to resolve your issues together, and learn how to handle your anger, and the wolf inside." Smythe shot a look at Seamus. "Every other Sunday, please meet me in the Ethics classroom. We'll have our first session next Sunday. Mr. Finnigan, stick to Harry like a sticking charm. He can calm your tendencies, I believe?"

"Aye, will do." Seamus looked to Harry and grasped his hand.

"Mr. Weasley, If you feel even an inkling of anger, do not hesitate to drink some calming draught." Smythe extended a bottle to Ron. "One sip should do it."

"Thank you." Ron stood up. "I'll go write a letter to my mother." Ron retreated from the room quickly.

"Seamus, Harry. Stick together, you're mates, am I correct?"

"Aye, That'd be right." Seamus tightened his grip on Harry's hand. "Why?"

"It'd be best if Mr. Potter and yourself had intercourse often." Smythe grabbed a book from a shelf and handed it to him. "Consult this to be safe."

"You want us to shag?" Seamus was trying to sound surprised, but he had the dumbest grin on his face.

"Yes, Mr. Finnigan. The werewolf is driven by impulse. By denying the wolf something, you'll need to compromise with something else." Smythe rubbed the bridge of his nose. "I see no other way. Please be inconspicuous. If you are found out by a teacher, please summon me."

Harry stood up. "Thank you, Healer Smythe." He grabbed Seamus' arm. "Dean wanted to draw you, you can't be late."

Harry pushed Seamus out the door and closed it.

"Healer Smythe?" Harry walked back to the desk. The man raised an eyebrow at him.

"Yes, Mr. Potter?"

"Seamus and I are bonded. Through a Soul Bond." Harry started, "I can see into his mind and through his eyes. I can feel his feelings and even communicate with the wolf." Harry breathed and looked at the older man, passion sparkling in his eyes. "If you need my help to help Seamus, tell me. I hate feeling him hurting... He's terrified of himself. Please."

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Seamus was posed sitting in a tree. Dean was drawing him in oil paint, brush stroke after brush stroke staining the canvas.

He captured the beauty of the scene. The wind bustling through the trees, the grass sparkling beneath them, and even the beauty of the amber flecks in Seamus' eyes. He caught wildlife in the background, and caught the leaves falling midair. Layer after layer, he painted.

"Shay I'm done!" Dean called.

Seamus literally fell out of the tree one excitement, springing back up uninjured.

"Fin'ly! I've been crampin' for hours!" Seamus stretched and jogged in place. He had to move.

"Come look, Shay." Dean gestured to the now enchanted painting. The wind blew through the trees, Seamus twiddled his thumb in the trees, the picture constantly shifting. It was magnificent to behold.

"Thanks, Dean. This'll be the perfect present for Har!" Seamus wrapped an arm over Dean's shoulders.

"No problem Shay, you know I enjoy it." Dean wrapped it with a charm he learned in first year and handed the painting to Seamus. "It can't be opened until Christmas day. Magically sealed. I hope Harry likes it."

"I do too." Seamus walked back to the dorms with his best friend.

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Dear Mum,

I enrolled in Therapy today. I have joint sessions with Seamus.

I have a problem. Something happened today and I think I might have feelings for someone other than Hermione. I need your advice, Mum. I don't know what to do.

Lots of love,
Ron