A/N: The story is coming along nicely. I get so drawn into writing this, I'll zone in on it and 2 hours will pass without me even noticing. I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it.

Disclaimer: I only claim my plot and OCs, everything else is JKR's.

Seamus woke up to a crisp, cool morning. It was the full moon tonight, but that wasn't even on his mind. He rolled over on top of Harry and rubbed up against him, dry humping, pushing their bodies together, he started snogging the sleeping boy's neck.

Harry woke up to the sensations Seamus was causing. Harry reached his hand down and squeezed the taller's cock, he'd taken to calling it that because it got Seamus going, and helped stimulate it. He let himself succumb to the feeling of Seamus kissing and nipping at his neck. The skin there was sensitive. Without noticing, Harry was bucking his hips back into Seamus, rubbing together.

They'd do this often, sometimes even twice a day. Ever since Healer Smythe recommended it, Seamus had used it as an excuse just to shag Harry more often. Harry usually replied with 'Well, only for your health'.

"Mm, Tá tú chomh diabhal te." Seamus moaned into Harry's neck. When he got worked up like this, he didn't really remember English.

Hearing Seamus speak in Gaelic was one of Harry's biggest turn ons.

"Seamus..." Harry barely breathed the name out. His voice was husky and so, so needy. He came, hitting both of them.

That drove Seamus over the edge, who followed seconds later. Seamus pushed his face into Harry's neck again and took a deep breath. Harry lifted himself up and made eye contact with Seamus as he lowered himself to Seamus' abdomen. He licked all of the cum off of his lovers body, and lowered himself down to Seamus' cock. He gave it a tentative lick, sending shivers down the Irishman's spine.

They didn't make it to breakfast.

Ron tensed when he saw Pigwidgeon swooping down with the mail owls. He'd been conversing with his mother over his new crush, and the most recent advice he asked for was in that letter.

Pig dropped the note on his plate and landed in Ginny's pumpkin juice.

"Ruddy owl..." Ron picked Pig out of the juice and dried him with a charm. "Thanks for the letter, go get some food."

Pig hooted and took off for the owlry. Ron smiled and looked down at his letter. He sliced the envelope open and read it.

Ronniekins,

You need to do it. Think of how you would feel if you were in Hermione's shoes? If she were your true love, you wouldn't have developed a new crush. You will always develop lust for others, but you've been describing love in your letters.

I sincerely hope she understands, but you must understand that you can't put this off. Speak with her as soon as possible.

Love,

Mum

P.S. - You should have Ginny or Harry there to comfort her, don't let her be alone.

Ron sighed, and drew his wand. He couldn't let the others see this letter, he wanted to tell Hermione in person, and the rumor mills of this school were too fast.

"Incendio." Ron burned the parchment, watching it curl and turn to ash on his plate.

"Bad news?" Ginny saw the envelope, Ron cursed inwardly. She'd known he burnt a note from their mother.

"Yeah, bad news. I need to talk to you."

"Oh god, you're never this serious." Ginny stood up, "Lead the way."

The siblings walked slowly through the hall until they came to the 4th floor corridor. No one ever came down here.

"Muffliato." Ron cast the spell for privacy.

"So, what's up? You've been getting letters from mom every day for almost 2 weeks."

"Yeah..." Ron gulped. "This has to stay secret until I'm ready."

"Okay, Ron, what is it?"

"I'm going to break up with Hermione."

Blaise and Dalton were sitting next to Dean out on the grounds. Dean was the only person that knew about their relationship, but they were considering going public soon.

"I can't imagine how Ethan would react. He's been snappy lately, he knows I'm hiding something." Dalton was worried.

"Dalt, don't be a dolt. He's your brother, I'm sure he'll understand." Blaise gave his small boyfriend an reassuring smile. "You know him best. I'm sure if you can't see him freaking out, he won't."

"But that's the thing, I can't see him not freaking out either." Dalton's voice was beginning to shake.

"I think you two should go tell him now. He went to the Library to work on some transfiguration spells." Dean clapped a hand on their shoulders and turned them around. "Do it before it's too late for him not to be angry."

Dalton frowned. Dean had a point. Blaise led him back into the school and they chatted about how they'd do it.

Ethan was sitting in the Library, trying to transfigure a quill into a page of parchment. He couldn't get enough magic into the spell to even make it change. He sat back and rubbed his temples.

"You need to see it with more conviction" The words echoed through his brain. From the session 2 weeks ago with Seamus. Of course, how could he be so dense? He had to use detail for it!

Ethan pointed his wand at the quill in front of him, and firmly visualized it melting down to become flat, the texture changing into the rough parchment he used, and visualized the transition between the two. He drew a circle around the quill and poked it.

"Secundum Membranas." The quill behaved exactly as he saw it in his minds eye. He picked up the parchment and admired it.

"Nice job, Eth." Dalton walked up to his twin. "I haven't gotten that spell down yet, how'd you do it?"

Ethan cursed, his brother startled him and he cut his finger on the parchment.

"Episkey." The wound disappeared, he waggled his finger to make sure. "I actually learned when Seamus gave me a healing lesson." Ethan turned to his brother. "Its all in visualizing it. You need to see it happen."

"Oh, thanks. I'll try that." Dalton rubbed his neck, trying to find a way to ease the subject in the direction he wanted to go.

"You obviously wanna talk. You only rub your neck when you wanna take charge of the conversation. Spit it out." Ethan turned towards him in his chair. "If this is about you and Blaise, I already know."

"How?!" Dalton's eyes grew wide.

"You're my twin" Ethan sighed. He looked towards the library door, "Hey Blaise, come in here."

Dalton's ears turned red. He was transparent to his brother.

Blaise walked in and draped an arm over his boyfriend. "So, are you okay with this?"

"I guess I have to be. Blaise, if you hurt my brother," Ethan turned his head to make eye contact with the taller boy. "You'll regret being born." Ethan turned back to his parchment and began writing on it. "You two go shag or something. I'm working on this essay. I figured it'd be fun to write it and transfigure it back into a quill for McGonagall."

Ethan turned to look at them again. They were gone. He snorted, they probably left when he said they should go shag.

Nigel and Luna were walking arm and arm through Hogsmeade when Luna suggested they go Puddifoots. For once, she was completely transparent. She pulled Nigel inside like a gleeful child and they sat in the back corner with some odd flavors of tea. Nigel had told Luna to get whatever suits, and so Luna got him Cucumber Licorice. It was surprisingly tart and refreshing. Luna herself had ordered Pumpkin Cinnamon. They chatted over tea for a bit before Luna leaned in and kissed Nigel.

He was in Heaven. He had tasty tea and a beautiful girl snogging him in the corner of a tea shop. He grinned and kissed her back, gently.

He learned soon that gentle wasn't good enough. Luna was aggressive and rough. She nipped his lip and tongue, but was gentle when it came to searching his mouth with her tongue. Nigel had long since given up fighting for dominance. This was nice, who was he to deny her what she wanted? They broke the kiss to breathe.

"Wow" Nigel gasped in between breaths, "You're good at that."

"I am? That's nice. You're weren't so good at first, but after a minute you got the idea." She took a sip of her tea.

Nigel and Luna spent most of the date snogging and exchanging childhood stories.

"And that's how I bounced. My mother died making that charm, she was quite the extraordinary witch. But the spell wasn't ready, and when she tested it, it went horribly wrong. I was 9." Luna finished the story, but she didn't seem shaken. "She was the one that opened my eyes to the thestrals. They lived in the forest nearby and became my friends while I mourned."

"Would you like to go see the Thestrals in the forbidden forest tomorrow?" Nigel wanted to make her comfortable.

"Not until December, the Acromantula tribe doesn't hibernate until December. They aren't as nice as the thestrals." Luna finished her tea at the same time Nigel finished his. "Shall we go back to the castle? I'd like to say hello to the house elves in the kitchens."

"Sure, lead the way, m'lady." Nigel mock bowed. Luna smiled, this happened more often now, and it made Nigel proud that he was the one causing it.

Hermione entered the Room of Requirement with Ron and Ginny.

"So what's the urgent news?" Hermione crossed her arms and tapped her fingers on her elbow. She was worried. Ginny looked depressed and Ron was never this withdrawn. "Did something happen?"

"You could say that. Hermione, uh, I have something to tell you." Ron blanched, he had to force himself to do this. He couldn't hurt Hermione more by putting it off. "You're beautiful, and kind, and sweet, and so outspoken and wonderful. But... I'm having feelings for someone else."

Hermione's world stopped. Was Ron really dumping her? She fumbled for a chair and fell backwards into one. No doubt supplied as needed by the room. The shock on her face must have been apparent, because they both rushed over to make sure she was okay.

"You're, you're breaking up with me?" She heard her voice squeak out. "There's someone else?"

Ron nodded. Hermione gulped back tears and recomposed herself. She knew better than anyone that things could change at a moments notice. Honestly, at age 11 she was a young girl, immersed in logic and reason, and suddenly an owl brings her a letter declaring her a witch and telling her to go to a school for magic.

"Who is it?"

"I... I can't say." He looked away, towards Ginny.

"I deserve to know, Ron."

"I... I guess you do. But just you." Ron looked at Ginny, pleading for her to leave with his eyes.

"Oh all right, I'll leave. Hermione, if you need me I'll be in the common room." Ginny turned and left.

Hermione looked back at Ron, he was crying. Hermione instantly felt horrible for how Ron must be feeling in all of this.

"You can't tell anyone. Especially Ginny." Ron whispered, almost too low to hear.

"I promise, Ron. Who is she?"

"It's Dean. I th-think I'm in l-love with Dean." Ron burst into sobs, sitting on the floor curling his knees to his chest. "I'm so sorry Hermione, I d-don't know what to do."

Hermione didn't know either, so she sat next to Ron and hummed.

Ron's life was falling apart, and he was desperately trying to put it back together.

Night was falling upon the world, cloaking the grounds in near darkness. The moon illuminated the world below it.

The wolf stretched and opened its eyes and wagged its tail. His mate was sitting across from him.

'Hello, Human-cat.'

'Nice to see you again, Wolf.'

'I was under the impression you didn't like me.'

'You're my mate. I can't not like you. Even now, you're my Seamus. Seamus is you, but I figured we ought to give you a better name than Wolf.'

'What do you propose?'

'Well, my name when I'm a panther-cat is Jet. Because I'm Jet Black.'

The wolf barked. 'That's creative.'

'I know right? And when I'm a human, I'm Harry.'

'I know, I love Harry and Jet.'

'I love you and Seamus. But what name would you like?'

'Something intimidating would be nice.'

'I can't really think of one. Give me time to think on it and we can chat tomorrow?'

'That works. Maybe Seamus will remember this part of the conversation, like I remember parts of yours.'

'What do you remember?'

'I remember a lot of Harry and Seamus in bed. I remember a lot of classes and magic. I remember the tall boy attacking dark friend. I remember Seamus asking me not to dominate him. I remember the boy apologizing and helping Seamus. I still don't like him, but he isn't so bad.'

'You're nice, you know that? I'm glad you aren't vicious towards me.'

'I'm glad you like me Jet. I'm glad you and Seamus let me exist. I remember him talking about not wanting to poison me.'

The wolf stood up and walked over to the panther, he nuzzled the slightly smaller animal.

'Let's go to the forest and play.'

'We're not allowed to leave this room, Wolf.'

'No one will know until morning. Let's go play.' The wolf tilted its head in thought and paused. 'If we go play, I promise I won't hurt any humans.'

The panther sighed. 'Fine. Let me check the time so I can tell you how long we have. I'm going to be Harry again.'

The wolf sat and wagged his tail as he watched Jet become Harry. He was jealous of the animagus, being able to transform whenever he wanted, but he loved Harry.

"Tempus." Harry waved his wand and a Ghostly clock showed 2 in the morning. Harry became Jet again.

'We can play for 2 hours. That's it.'

'Let's go!' The wolf bounded out of the door, Jet running quickly after.

The wolf and Seamus were so alike, Harry actually did love them both.

Seamus woke up in the shrieking shack, utterly exhausted. Jet was laying next to him. The Irishman rose out of bed, popping his bones, and got dressed.

Seamus closed his eyes and concentrated on remembering what happened last night. A few bits filtered through, he remembered talking about names with Harry. He remembered talking about loving Harry and Jet, and he remembered feeling loved.

And he remembered chasing a Doe in the woods, side by side with Jet. They didn't catch it but it was great fun. Seamus smiled.

"Har, Har wake up. Pomfrey'll be here soon." Seamus nudged the panther.

A knock on the door announced the arrival of Madam Pomfrey, Seamus opened it and let her in.

"Good mornin' Madam Pomfrey. Can I have some Energy Elixir? I'm afraid Jet n' the Wolf played all night." Seamus yawned and stretched again. "It was actually pretty fun. I remember most of it. The wolf wants a name."

The panther purred and stood up, stretched like a cat, and shifted into Harry.

"He specifically asked for an intimidating name, but he did declare his love for both me and Jet. He even let me become Harry to check the time." Harry yawned. "I'm exhausted though."

"Well I'm glad to see that you're making some breakthroughs, but I can't give you Energy Elixir. You could fall asleep tonight. I recommend you come to the hospital wing and get some natural sleep." Pomfrey looked around, did a few cleaning charms, and walked out. "That's not a choice. You'll have food delivered and then you can sleep."

Seamus grumbled but got up and put his arm around Harry.

"Lead the way, Madam."

They lay in the bed in the hospital wing, discussing name ideas.

"How about Buster?" Harry suggested. Seamus growled.

"He doesn't like it."

"Hmm, how about your hair Color? You have Sandy dirty blond hair."

"I'm an Irish wolfhound right?"

"Yeah."

"Maybe Gaineamh, its Gaelic for Sand." Seamus winced, trying to feel out the inner wolf. "I can't tell if he likes it or not. Suggest it tonight?"

"Sure Shay, I will." Harry yawned, cuddling into the taller. He kissed him on the jaw before falling into a much needed sleep.

Seamus watched Harry sleep until he finally fell asleep. He was glad.

'Gaineamh, huh?' Then wolf looked pensive. He decided he liked the name. 'Okay Jet. I like it.'

'Good, I like it too. Now we can talk about you without mentioning the werewolf thing.'

'I don't see why people don't like us. I'm not going to attack without reason.'

'Eh. It all has to do with the poison. Would you like humans if Seamus held you back every month and poisoned you?'

'I see your point. I'd bite everyone.'

'Exactly, and let's face it, you don't have the best temper.'

'Let's stop criticizing me now, I don't feel very well. It's not a true full moon, I don't have much energy.'

'Okay, hey Gaineamh, if I talk directly to you while you're Seamus, can you hear me?'

'Yeah, I can hear you when Seamus realizes you're talking to me. But some times it's distant.'

'Okay, I'll try that and tell Seamus to just let out what you wanna say. You're not bad to talk to. It's interesting really.'

'I like talking to you too, Jet. Let's go to sleep okay? I'm still tired from last night. Can we do it again next month?'

'Next month we'll be at Seamus' house when you transform. We'll be able to run free in the woods there.'

Gaineamh wagged his tail and curled up with Jet. He was glad to be Seamus.

A/N: Did you guys enjoy the direction I went with Gaineamh? I thought it made sense. I'd like to see more of him. Constructive Criticism, please! I hope you enjoyed reading. I enjoyed writing it.