A/N: Disclaimer in Chapter 1. What's up, peeps? I love all you kind reviewers! Let me answer a few questions, okay?

Q:Princess Luna asked me, 'Are those bugs full of drugs?'
A:I say, 'Yes, but I'm not in any way condoning drugs, okay?'

Q:excuete asked, Can we have more Seamus/Harry?
A:That's what this chapter is, silly. (winks)

Q:Kalyan Knight said that I was a genius.
A: I love you so much, babe. (starts crying) You as my first reviewer means so much to me, really! I love you sososo much!

Q:Princess Luna also asked, Who's Ginny's mystery boy?
A:The mystery boy is the man who's in charge of the Moulin's son. Want more? Wait till Ruka_Chan writes that chapter.

Q:And, finally, for Princess Luna's last question... Why did Ginny bring her frog to the club?
A: Its her magical frog, and its a good luck thing. Duh!

As said from above, this chapter will deal with how Seamus and Harry met, how they discovered the club, and all. There will be a *lot* of groping and sensual eroticness in this chapter. Duh, Seamus and Harry. Think about it.

Also, when reading this, you must get a sense of what happened in their 5th year. Voldemort was killed by Wormtail while attempting to kill Harry, and then, Wormtail turned himelf in, and Sirius was set free to go. Lupin has figured out the way to retain his mind when he's wolfed out, and Sirius and Remus are together.

It's still Slash, okay?

Oh, yeah... By the way, umm... How would you pronounce Seamus? Like Shaymus, or like Seemus? I need to know. I really thought Hermione's name was pronounced Hermyown.
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Chapter 2:
Skin

This part of our story starts with Seamus Finnegan. Noone really knows how Seamus Finnegan's crush had developed on Harry, but its rumored to have started during the winter exams in their 6th year. Harry had sighed in frustration, removed his glasses, and rubbed his temples with his graceful fingers. Seamus noticed how Harry's neck looked like it needed a hickey right at that spot between the neck and the shoulder, right about there, and it had rolled down-hill from then.

Seamus was content just to watch from afar, but, Dean was getting tired of it.

"Look, Seamus, I myself as your best friend know that you're bisexual, but... Everyone else is going to know pretty damn soon too if you keep on staring at Harry."

"Sorry, Dean, jeez."

"Hey, I'm just warning you, okay?"

"Okay..."

And it went on like that. Seamus was a bit more careful in his admiration of Harry, until summer came along and slapped him in the face.

"DEAN!!! SUMMER IS COMING AND I WON'T BE ABLE TO SEE HARRY!!!! WHAT AM I GONNA DO!?!?!?!?!"

A loud slap was heard in Seamus and Dean's direction by the rest of Gryffindor Tower, and the next thing everyone saw was Seamus holding his hand to his cheek, laughing a nervous laugh.

"What? Go back to your homework, guys..."

Everyone skeptically nodded at Dean and Seamus, whilst Seamus looked up at Dean.

"Thanks, I needed that."

And they went back to studying, until Seamus nearly jumped on Dean in a panic.

"What am I gonna do, though? Summer break, Dean."

"I have no clue."

"How about a love potion?"

"Love Potion?"

"Yeah. You could help me find one."

"No."

"Aww, Dean, for me?" Seamus said, putting on his adorably kawaii accent and watery puppy dog eyes.

"Fine. If you'll shut up."

"Cool!"

And so, they went to the library, got rejected from not having a pass, then went down to Hagrid's cabin.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

"Er, who is it?"

"Seamus and Dean, some of your most beloved pupils!" Seamus cried out merrily, getting an eye roll from Dean, and a chuckle from Hagrid.

"All righ', come on in. An' what d'you two need? Would you like some tea?"

Hagrid gestured towards a table bedeckled with a large pot of tea, and a platter filled with shapeless lumps that smelled like blueberries. Dean and Seamus cringed.

"We need a pass to the restricted section of the library."

"An' why d'you need tha'?"

"We need to research certain Dark Arts so that we can get ahead of the others in class. Lupin's becoming quite a difficult class."

"Er... Okay..."

Hagrid scribbled down a hastily note, and now, they had-

"A pass. To the restricted section of the library. From Hagrid." Madame Pince said, gawking hawkishly at them.

"Yup!" Seamus said, almost too happily.

"Then go on, then, he's a teacher."

And so they did.

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The next few days were spent leafing through books, Dean driven to the point of absolute nuttiness thanks to Seamus' non-stop mouth. About 4 days into their searching, they hit upon gold.

No, really! A golden covered book entitled, 'Moste Potente Faery Potions' had the recipe in it. Seamus and Dean recorded the information, a bit hastily, as they had been there for 4 days straight, and were getting annoyed. So, having copying the potion formula and ingredients, they set off to finish this god-damned potion that I am getting sick of writing about. (sighs)

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"Umm... Hermione?"

"Yes, Seamus."

"Can I have some floo powder?"

"And why would you want some?" Hermione asked in her oh-so-pleasant-but-questioning-tone.

"For a potion, dearie."

"Mmm, that's nice."

And promptly, Hermione had turned back to her Arithmancy homework.

"Umm... Hermione?"

"Yes, Seamus?"

"Can I have some floo powder?"

"And why would you want some?" Hermione asked in her oh-so-pleasant-but-questioning-tone.

"For a potion, dearie."

"Mmm, that's nice."

And promptly, Hermione had turned back to her Arithmancy homework, yet again.

Seamus was getting a bit annoyed.

"Hermione? Can I borrow some Floo Powder or not?"

"What do you need it for?"

"You're not even listening to me, are you?"

"Mmm, that's nice."

POW! was the noise as Hermione's bottle of ink had promptly burst.

"WHAT IS IT, SEAMUS?!?!?!?!?"

"Can I use some floo powder?"

"TAKE THE DAMN FLOO POWDER AND LEAVE ME ALONE!!!" she said, throwing a package at the Irish boy.

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"Hi Hagrid!"

"Er... Whaddya want now, Seamus?"

"Do you have a fire-crab shell I could perhaps use?"

"What?"

"The blast-ended skrewts were made from a fire-crab and a manticore, right?"

"Er..."

"And, I won't tell if you don't." Seamus said, a twinkle in his eye.

"I suppose. Do yer best ter return it unharmed, right?"

"Okay."

ZOOM!

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"Hello, Dean."

"What is it, Seamus?"

"I need some sweat."

"Say what?"

"I need some sweat."

"And this would be for what purpose?"

"Nothiing in particular, oh-so-dolty friend of mine. I just have a *potion* that I'm working on!"

"And why do you need *my* sweat, pray tell?"

"It says so in the instructions."

"Right..." Dean said, holding his pinky up to his lip in a Dr. Evil guesture.

Seamus just stared at him.

"Well, can I have some sweat?"

"Whatever."

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"Hiya Nevy!" Seamus said, eyeing Neville with a look that made him cringe.

"Umm... Hi, Seamus..."

"Wouldja do me a slight fave, ole bean?"

"Umm..."

"I need a golden and black rose crossbreed. Would Professor Sprout happen to have any?"

"Yeah..."

"Well, will you be a doll and fetch me one?"

"As long as you don't hurt me." Neville said, his eyes wide with horror at how close to laughing with joy Seamus was.

And, Neville rushed off to the greenhouse, Seamus rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet.

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"Lavender?"

"Yes, Seamus?"

"Can I ask you a favor?"

"Yes..."

"Umm... Would you happen to have any spider eyes around?"

"Coincidentally, I do. Here you are, Seamus. Now shut up and go snog with Dean or something."

Seamus let out an indignant squawk and looked at Lavender with an eye cocked.

"Dean?"

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"Parvati?"

"AAAGGGHHH!!!!! WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM, SEAMUS!!!!!!!"

"Sorry, just keeping you on your toes. Wouldja do me a favor?"

"What?" She asked, narrowing her eyes.

"Keep everyone out of the common room."

"Why?"

"Because I have a fire that needs tended.."

Parvati took this the wrong way of course, then promptly slapped Seamus across the face, then snorted indignantly.

"I suppose I'll have *everyone* out."

And so she did. Seamus lit the fire, threw the package of floo powder in, and looked at his watch. Finally, an Ashwinder(5) slithered out of the fire, slithered over to a dark corner, layed eggs, and promptly died. Seamus hurried over, froze the eggs, and pocketed them.

"Thanks Parvati, that helped me out a *lot.*"

Parvati shuddered and removed herself from his view.

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"Finally, the coup de grace."

Seamus walked fearfully into the cold dungeon, shivering. Snape was fidgeting at his desk, his head twitching every now and then, his breathing coming in shallow gasps.

"Professor?"

Snape jerked his head backwards, and looked at Seamus, one eye twitching.

"Yes, Finnegan?"

"Well, Professor, I was just wondering if I could-"

"GOYLE! I mean, you're sounding Goily, Seamus, like a girl!" Snape said, eyes watering, voice cracking, as his head was slowly shuddering.

"Umm... Anyways..." Seamus said, eyes raised in disbelief at the nervously twitching Snape, "I was wondering if I could use your dungeons to set up my new cauldron and -"

"CRABBE! I mean, GOD, I mean, You have a Fire-Crab Shell for a cauldron, right?"

"Yeah. How'd you know?"

"I... Come on, come on, come on, you're driving me crazy, just fucking finish it off now!" Snape said, his eyes rolled upwards into the back of his head, and he was still completely scooted into his desk.

"Okay. Can I use my new cauldron down here?"

"YES! YES!!! YES!!!"

Seamus blinked a few times at the professor before taking off with his bag full of potion ingredients.

Crabbe and Goyle removed themselves from under Snape's desk and slowly walked off, snogging when they reached the Slytherin portrait. Snape just slumped over onto his desk, and fell asleep, a dreamy expression on his face.

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"Okay. I set this cauldron up like this..." Seamus said, propping up the fire-crab shell over the flame.

"And then I add the water..." He said, filling a large cup with water from a Gargoyle spout.

"Next I add the spider's eyes, for clarity."

He dropped the spider's eyes that Lavender gave him into the pot, and they made a sound like someone sticking their thimmb into their mouth and popping it.

"And now, we have the Ashwinder eggs. A heart's flaming desire." he said, whipping out a grater and 2 of the frozen eggs. He grated them into the large pot, saving one. "In case I get Ague any time soon..."

"Now I have to add the sweat. For... For all the hard work I puty into this."

Seamus poured the entire gallon of sweat into the cauldron and threw away the nasty bucket.

"Now I can pop in the boomslang skin. For... um... something like a scale, to put it to scale."

With that, he tossed in some Boomslang skin.

"And now we let it simmer."

And he waited until it had boiled down to a nasty smelling mess, then took the rose and dipped it into the potion. It sucked up all of it, down to the very last drop, then, turned white.

"That's not good..."

Nevertheless, Seamus washed out the funky smelling cauldron, pocketed the rose, and went on. He passed a very contented and asleep Snape, then ran to the common room.

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Thankfully this part about the potion's almost over and we're almost to the club, but, until then, we're with Seamus in the common room. He passed Colin Creevey who gave him a small smile, a really shy one, and the rose thumped loudly. Seamus shook hjis head at it, until he found his way to Harry in his bed.

"Hello, Harry!" Seamus chirped, and the rose thumped super loud.

"Hi, Seamus." Harry said, not looking up from Quidditch Through the Ages.

"So, whatcha been doing?" Another loud thump. Seamus was freaking out.

"Reading." THUMP

"That's neat." THUMP-THUMP

"Yup. So what do you need, Seamus?" THUMP-THUMP-THUMP

"Nothing in particular." THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP

"Really?" THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP

"Well, I want to give you something." THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP

"What is it?" The thumping of the rose had ceased, and Seamus wondered why.

"A rose. Here you go."

Seamus handed Harry the rose that was glowing, and Harry blinked slowly.

"And this would be for?"

"I don't know!" Seamus sadi, and promptly, the rose tuirned Golden, with black running up and down it, then, exploded.

Harry coughed from the shrapnel of the rose, and Seamus bolted like a scared deer.

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Regardless of the fact that this god-damned potion is getting on my nerves, I have to keep writing about it. So, Seamus ran to Dean, and told him what happened.

"Well, why don't we see if we copied it down correctly?"

"Okay with me." Seamus said, and they took off for the library.

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"Semaus, we're in trouble."

"What?"

"Read, please."

"Okay." Seamus said, taking the book. He scanned the page, and let out an indignant snort.

"This spell is anything but a fabled love spell. It will tell ye if the one your heart desires is in love with ye the same. Shall ye give the rose unto thy heart's desire, then it shall explode having seen the way that thy affection is returned."

"So what does that mean?"

"Simple." Dean said, smiling his cocky smile at Seamus. "Harry's in love with you."

Seamus was floored.

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Unfortunately, as soon as Seamus got back to the common room, Harry and everyone else was getting ready for the final farewell feast. Crap.

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"Can we talk, Harry?"

"It'll have to wait until next year, Seamus, or you can owl me. I'm getting dressed."

"But, but, but..."

"NO, Seamus. I can't talk, I'm getting ready."

Seamus frowned and stalked off.

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So, as it came to pass, Seamus and Harry never got to talk about their lil fiasco. Of course, this set off Seamus, who went into bad-mood mode and was unexceptionally moody the first week of summer vacation. His mother was getting worried about him.

"Seamus, honey, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Mom."

"Okay, hon."

And she went back to vacuuming. (gets hit by angry feminists) Sorry, she went back to being on the look-out for men in the personals ads she had in her hand. Finally, Seamus' grandpa, Flamus, noticed something wrong with him.

"Something wrong, Seamy?"

"NO GRAMPA!"

Flamus squinted at his grandson and shook his head.

"Someone want a spanking?"

Now, of course, this would sound *very* kinky coming from Seamus' grandpa, who had a tongue that wagged as much as his grandson's. Add to that that he aged *very* slowly so he onnly looked like he was in his 30's. Now, I am *not* going to get nasty and go there, okay, but keep in mind that my mind *does* have those qualities.

"Yes." Seamus said, glowering at his grandfather, "And that's the reason I'm so grumpy!"

Ah, great minds think alike. So while Flamus was being suggestive, it was not meant anyway to be like, incestual, so... Anyways... It was to get an answer as to why Seamus was so grumpy.

"And who're you having problems about?" Guy talk. It's all good.

"Harry."

Flamus blinked at his grandson as the cogs in his brain audibly clicked.

"Okay..."

"Harry, okay, there, I said it, and I made a love recognition rose, and, and, and, it exploded when I gave it to him, and that means that he loves me too, but, but..." Seamus said, eyes watering as he broke down and fumed, "He wouldn't talk to me after it exploded in his face, and I need to talk to him, and I have it for him so god-damned bad it's not funny!"

Flamus blinked again.

"Okay."

"And I'm still grumpy, and I need a way to calm myself down."

Whoa, Nelly. Minds outta the gutters, folks.

"Club."

"What?"

"Club Moulin. It's moved into Hogsmeade. Dress yourself up and go. It'll get your mind off of things."

"Okay. Thanks, Gramps."

And with that, Seamus zoomed off to his room.

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Crimson silk long sleeve that hung loose around his impish figure, and a pair of black slacks that were creased just perfect. A cape that was sandy yellow was draped across Seamus' shoulders, and Seamus wore a pair of shiny blood-red sunglasses that bounced back all light with a loud *BOINK* sound, and headed out the door, before being stopped by his mother and Grandfather.

"Where are you going?"

"Clubbing. Grandpa suggested it."

Marie gave Flamus a 'Glare-Of-Death,' (Trademark) and demanded him explain.

"Well, they've brought up a new club in Hogsmeade. It's called the ole Moulin, and he could go there if he wanted. He's in a bad mood, because he hasn't gotten any lately."

Marie shook her head slowly, before opening the door wordlessly and pointing.

"Go... Go have fun, Seamus..."

And he did.

(Stay tuned!)