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Chapter: 21 aka "Wondering"

Rating: NQ- 16 (We made our own rating! Muahaha! Translation: Not Quite 16)

Warnings: Um... stuff happens... yeah... ::Tries to act like they know what they have written:: Don't blame us! We've already written the next chapter already! We get so confused... .;

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"What are you doing?" George stammered as his mirror image walked closer.

"Whatever I want." Fred smiled, his voice ice.

"And... and what would that be?" The younger twin asked, afraid and knowing the answer.

"You."

* * * *

"Sea?"

"Uh... yea?" Seamus slowly turned around. He briefly thought, 'Play it cool... if he asks about the picture... deny, deny, deny.' Suddenly the Irish man was hit by an image of the younger boy questioning about the picture.."Oh.. how'd *that* get there..or maybe 'Ah, no... thats not mine.'

"Seamus? You still there?"

"No... not really. But thats normal."

Dennis grinned, "So you're back to your old self again."

"Yep. Myself. Thats me. Seamus Patrick Finnigan."

Dennis faltered, then replied with, "I thought your middle name was Alan?"

"No... no... wait... by George, I think you're right!" Seamus smiled lightly, as he approached his blue haired boyfriend. "So, what brings you to my cornor of the castle?"

"Sea?"

"Yes, love?" Seamus answered, but his voice strained at the end.

"Your dorm is practicly five feet from my room."

"Its still in a new cornor of the castle..." He muttered darkly.

"You got me there. Anyways, I came to see you."

"I could have guessed that. Why else would you come here? To borrow a cup of sugar? Sorry-- I'm all out. Just lent some to Peeves, actually."

Dennis smiled fondly at the older boy, "So... we haven't had our usual makeout session today."

Seamus played with the end of his ragged teeshirt, "Really?"

"Yeah, so... how about we..." Dennis advanced closer, causing the other boy to back up slightly. "Make up for lost... wait? Whats that?" He cocked his head to the side, eyes intently looking at the sliver framed picture.

Quickly, before Den looked to closely, Seamus wraped his arms around his... lover and enduced the first kiss. The last thing he thought before the younger boy's tongue entered his mouth was... 'DIVERSION!'

After a few minutes of thoughtless kissing, the Irish lad unwraped one arm, quickly slipping his other underneath Den's shirt. ' That should keep him busy.' A moan was shortly heard,'...heh...'

Trying to be casual Seamus pulled his free arm behind him, vaguely searching for the picture. He was interrupted though, by an abrupt knock on the door, which *of course* hadn't been shut all the damn way, resulting in the door flying open.

Enter Sirius Black.

Seamus' eyes flew open...'ah... crap!'

It was almost comical really, Seamus' eyes growing twice their normal size, and a *very* confused, and *very, very* embarrassed Sirius Black still holding the doorknob. Eyes searching the room for the quickest way to escape... without letting go of the doorknob... which he currently had in a deathgrip, with no chance of letting go... anytime soon.

"Sea?" Dennis questioned as he felt his boyfriend tense up rather suddenly. The hand currently running over his very, *very* nice chest pausing, in midgrope. Confused the younger boy opened his eyes, to find wide ocean colored eyes staring past him, locked intently on the door behind him. Beyond confused now, Den twisted around to see what had his boyfriend so petrified.

"Well... uh... hello?" The smaller Gyrffindor said, breaking the silence of the room.

"I..."

"You..." Seamus and Sirius replied in unison.

Dennis was way past confused now. 'What in bloody hell is going on?!' He thought silently. He looked past his Irish boyfriend(Whos hand was *still* under his shirt) to the slightly older person standing halfway through the door, hand locked intently on the doorknob.

"Um... would you like to join in?" Den offered, trying despertly to get *some* kind of reaction.

"What?!" They both yelled in unison. Dennis smiled cheerfully, letting his hand, which had currently been wraped around his boyfriends waist, wander lower. A small Irish 'Eep!' was heard shortly after.

Sirius blushed. But... then remembered that he never blushed, I mean come on hes a fucking killer! The ex-convict paused to think about this for a moment. 'I've seen many... *many* things far worse then this, then why in bloody hell was this little... makeout session making him blush. This is insane!' he mentaly cursed himself. then thought, 'And why, do he have my damn hand still on the doorknob!' Slowly he unwreached his hand from the small piece of metal.

"So... How have you been?" Seamus muttered lamely.

Sirius smirked, and folded his arms. "Good. But I see you've been better." He vagely pointed to the older Gyrffindors hand *still* under the other boys shirt, and the blue haired boys hand situated on the Irish lads arse.

"Yeah, well...not everybody can be as lucky as I am." He smiled, surprisingly calm. While trying descretly to remove his hand.

Dennis beamed at the other boy. Then raised an eyebrow when the Irish boy succeded in removing his hand. Sighing softly, the younger Creevey brother unwraped his hand from the others butt, but not before pinching it lightly.

"I'm going to go." He replied gently. "Come get me for dinner okay? And we'll finish this tonight. later, love." The blue haired wizard kissed his boyfriend softly before making a quick exit.

"Damn lucky wanker..." Seamus muttered darkly.

Dennis winked up at the other unknown man before walking through the door, and shutting it properly, for once.

"Cute boy."

"Hes not really a boy... but thanks." The Irish boy said, trying despertly to get back into his cheery attitude once again. Calmly, he sat down on his bed, and swung his legs back and forth.

"So, maybe I should explain who I am."

"No reason. Hello Sirius." Seamus replied smirking slightly.

"Ah... you know who I am."

"Yep. Pretty much."

"And your not scared?"

The Irish boy couldn't help it, he laughed. "Scared?" He shook his head slightly. "No where near it."

Sirius raised an eyebrow.

"Not that your not scary, mind you. I'm sure Dennis is going to have loads of nightmares tonight about you. I'm surprised you didn't throw him out yourself."

"Yes well, I try to make it a habit of not hurting boys I hardly know."

Seamus smiled contented, "So, I know you, you know me. Now I only need to know why your here. Not that I'm not happy to see you."

Sirius was about to something very witty and very NC rated back to him, but before he had a chance to open his mouth, he noticed a picture frame laying close to Seamus' side on the bed.

Interested, our escaped convict moved over to pick it up. Seamus' face obtained a nice shade of pink as Sirius stared at himself through the glass.

"Not the best picture of me."

"I know."

"When was this taken?"

"Back in third year."

"Ah... Daily Phophet?"

"Correct."

Akward silence.

Seamus cocked his head to the side, "Did you kill Dean?"

Now really, what does one say to *that?*

* * * *

Harry walked down a deserted corridor, he had just shown Sirius to Seamus' head boy room.

'Wonder what they're doing?' He mused to himself, the raven haired boy then sighed and continued to trudge.

Its not like he was looking for a particular blonde haired Slytherin. No, no of course not.

Damnit, who was he fooling? He missed Draco. Alot.

With another heartfelt sigh he stopped to lean against a nearby wall. 'Now what? Its not as if I can just walk up to him and say, "Lets snog!"
... Well actually... no.'

"Potter."

Harry looked up and came face to face with Draco Malofy, himself.

What a surpise.

"Malfoy." He acknowledged.

"What are you doing down here?"

"Walking."

"With the wall?" Draco raised one fine eyebrow.

"Yes. Why do you care?" Harry snapped back, not at all happy to meet his exlover... well, he was *kind* of happy. But not much. Really.

"I don't." He shrugged, "You're just blocking the entrance to my common room."

The-Boy-Who-Lived quickly looked at his surroudings, Damn, he was in the dungeons. Fate was a cruel bitch.

"Zabini wants revenge."

'Well that came out of nowhere,' Thought Harry, but he replied with: "Does he?"

"Yes. He's very good at that sort of thing."

"Oh."

"You don't care?" Draco asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Not really."

Silence.

"Why not?"

Harry shrugged, "I know you wouldn't let him hurt me." He was taking a stab in the dark, but it seemed to get the reaction he was looking for.

Draco stepped closer, his face mere inches from the other boys, "I wouldn't?" His breath ghosted over the Gryffindor's lips.

"No. You wouldn't." Harry whispered back, eyes locked with the Slytherins.

"How can you be so sure?"

He swallowed, 'Time for the final move,' He thought. 'Either beat Malfoy... or be taken.' "Because you love me."

Out of all the things he was expecting, it wasn't *that*.

Draco swiftly punched Harry in the jaw.

* * * *

"Fred?"

"Yes, George?"

"Why are you tying me up?"

"So you can't get away, of course." His twin replied casually.

"Oh. That makes sense."

"Is this too tight?"

"No, Its actually quite comfortable- ow! Now *thats* too tight!"

"Good." Fred replied smugly, pulling at the rope around George's wrists one more time for good measure. "You know... theres something about you being tied up thats quite..."

"Scary? Wrong? Kinky?" The younger twin supplied halfheartedly.

"I was leaning more towards sexy," The elder red head whispered, smiling coldly as he lowered his lips to the other boy.

"Uh... now just wait one minute, Fred. You're kind of... screwed up or something right now, and when you get better, I know you'll regret this and- Ow!" George said once more.

"Didn't I tell you to shut up?" He growled, tugging at his twin's hair.

"Not that I can remember- that hurts!" George protested.

Fred yanked the famous Weasley hair once more, "Then I'm telling you now. Shut. Up." And with that said, he rushed down and placed a rough kiss on his brother's lips.

His mirror image pulled away sharply, "Stop it, Fred."

"Are you gonna make me?"

"You're scaring me." The reply came softly.

"Good. Be scared. Live the fear," He smiled again, which was not at all comforting.

"Why are you doing this? I thought... I... well, I thought we loved... each other." Geroge looked up into his twin's eyes, letting the other boy see the tears that were welling up there.

Fred swallowed and rocked back on his heels, "I do. Or, I did. I... I don't know... whats happening to me." His voice broke as he placed his head in his hands.

"Fred..." Came the whispered reply, George wanted to comfort his brother... but his freakin hands and legs were tied! He gave a frustrated sigh and decided on *looking* at Fred comfortingly.

The older Gryffindor looked up and met his twins gaze, "Theres something wrong... in here," He pointed to his head. "It keeps saying," Fred swallowed and began again, "Its telling me to... to... hurt... and to kill..." His voice broke again as he lowered his eyes to the ground. "I... I don't understand! So many voices... they won't leave me alone!" He grabbed his hair and pulled, "Leave me alone! Damnit!" When he looked back at his mirror image, they're were tears spilling down his pale cheeks. He looked so... lost and confused... like a little child...

George swore underneath his breath, Gods he hated ropes! Stupid fucking useless muggle items, that wouldn't let him hug his brother. Wouldn't let him hold him... comfort him... all he could do was watch. Watch and cry as Fred fought a losing battle with himself.

* * * *

Silence.

"Sirius?"

"Give me a minute."

"Sure... anything you say." Seamus idly wondered what he was suppose to do now. I mean... it wasn't like he could stick his hand up sirius' shirt. Well... thinking about it now... it didn't sound like too bad of an idea. The fresky Irish lad tried descretly to move closer to the older person. 'Just a little more...'

Sirius Black, was just to engrossed in his own thoughts, to notice the small fact that Seamus was gaining closer with every moment. 'What should I tell him? He already said he wasn't afraid of me... but does killing ones lover, change that?'

'Two more inches...'

'I can't lie to him...or... can I?'

'Now if I just move my hand..there..' Seamus Alan Finnigan, was very *very* happy that Sirius hadn't moved from his spot directly to the left of him. And when Sirius wen't to sit down, the young Irish boy nearly yelled with happiness. Then it even got better when the convict decided to pick up the picture frame once again, letting his shrit ride up just a bit.

'Yes. Quite, I'll tell him...now...no..now.' Sirius was just about to turn to tell Seamus his confession when he realised that... he had a lapful of an Irish lad. And that, that 'lads' hand seemed to be up underneath his shirt.

"Now, this is an interesting revalation."

"I'm glad you agree."

"Okay, but I think if I'm going to-" He was interrupted as an involuterary moan escaped his throat.

"You like that then?"

Sirus growled, "As much as I *love* your hands on my chest... I have to tell you something, that you may not like...so... if you would..."

Seamus muttered under his breath, that sounded suspeciously like 'Damn convicts always have to get their way...' But moved off his lap anyways.

"Okay, about the Thomas boy."

"Careful, hes only three years younger then me."

"That may be so, but you've had more life experience."

Seamus' smile faded. "True."

'Ah...shit, I shouldn't have said that... now I have to depress him even more. Maybe I should call up that blue haired kid, let him comfort him... or *I* could comfort him...' Sirius took a deep breath, and turned to look at the Irish boy. Noticing for the first time his shirt.

"Bi-Curious George?"

"What? Oh... my shirt, its one of my favorites." Seamus played with the edge of the ragged teeshirt. "So... did you?"

"Did I what?" Padfoot got confused for a moment at this turn of conversation.

"Did... I mean... is Dean... you know... alive?"

"No, the bastards not." Sirius growled out suddenly.

"Oh... but I see you are."

"Yes. I am quite alive."

"Thats good.'" Seamus took a deep breath.

"Are you okay?" The convict asked woridly, completly changing his tone of voice.

"Yes... no... I will be... Its just that..." A deep breath, "He was my best friend, you know? He was... gods... he was... my first..." The Irish lad felt a blush creep up his neck, "My first...you know..." He trailed off embarrassed.

"I know."

More akward silence.

"Nice eyeshadow."

"You like? I think blue's more my color."

"Pink, matches you nicely too."

"Ah, so your a killer and a fashion advisor." Seamus mentally slapped himself. 'Bad. Joke.'

"Only, when I'm not trying to escape from singing Dementors."

...."What?!"

"Nevermind."

Seamus quickly glanced at his alarm clock, "Wanna go down for dinner?"

"Can't. Escaped convict and all."

"Oh yes, that. Well... why don't you wait here, and I'll bring up some for us. I get Harry too if you want..." 'Please say no...' Seamus mentally added in.

"Naw, just the two of us is fine. But-- what about... that blue haired kid? Didn't he want you to go down with him?"

The Irish boy wanted to kick himself. 'Dennis!! Ah! I forgot about him. How can I plan to suduce Sirius if I'm still with Den?!'

"Damn it... you're right. But, he'll understand I mean, all I have to say is, 'Yeah, hes the guy that saved me from being killed along with my parents a few years back, we just want a little catch up time, you know?'" Seamus grinned brightly.

Sirius slowly nodded his head, confused as to agree or laugh, either way, the irish boy bounded out of the room.

The assissian looked around the now empty room, and then back down to the picture still in his hand. He ran a hand through his hair, which was quite long, ' I wonder whats for dinner...'

* * * *

Seamus skidded to a halt outside of the portrait of the fat lady.

"Password?"

"Poppies."

The fat lady (which didn't like to be refered to as fat, thank you very much, just a little plump.) smiled down at the last Finnigan, "Go on in. And please don't molest that blue haired boy where any first years can see."

The Irish lad winked and climbed through the portrait hole.

"Eh, look! Its the headboy!"

Seamus smiled grandly, and bowed low, "Yes, It is I, The headboy. You lot better watch out! I took notes from Percy, and Penelope!" The whole room groaned at the mention of Penelope Clearwater. Next to her, Percy seemed like he acted like one of the twins.

"Now I must go find my beloved." With one last bow, the Irish headboy skipped off to find Dennis.

"Took you long enough!" Den replied grining, as Seamus shut the dormroom door behind him.

"M'sorry! Got tied up."

"Its alright, but how about we pick up where we left off?" the younger Gryffindor slipped his arms around the others waist, and began to kiss lightly on his neck. "I think you owe me."

"How so?" Seamus managed out as he leaned against the wall for support.

"For not finishing what we... or I should say *you* started earlier. Mr. 'Hand-Up-My-Shirt" Dennis laughed slighty, making Seamus groan as the air brushed past his ear and neck.

"Hey, I didn't hear you complain!"

Den bite softly on the others neck, "'Course not. I throughly enjoyed it."

That was the last straw for Seamus, thank the Goddess that his boyfriend had thought enough for wraping his arms around his waist. For without him holding his body up, he would have been on the ground long before.

"A little weak, are we?" Dennis whispered, as the Irish lad sunk heavenly on him for support.

"You know it. I always go weak in the knees for you." Seamus winked suggestivly.

"Well, why don't we move this, over there?" The forth year said, as he pulled down the others boy shirt slightly, to nip at his collarbone.

"Yes. I agree wholeheartedly." The Irish boy said in between moans.

They had just made it to the bed, and seamus had just started to undo Dennis' belt when the dormroom door swung open.

"Well, hello Colin."

"Its been awhile."

"AH! Get OFF my BROTHER!"

"Well, brother dearest, its actually the other way around."

"Dennis IVAN Creevey!"

Seamus giggled, as he propped himself up on his elbows, to look at his boyfriend, 'Ivan?' he mouthed.

"Shut. Up."

"AH!" Colin yelled again, "Your on MY bed!"

The headboy, sat up and looked around at his surroundings. "Well... what'd you know? We are. Dennis? How'd we end up here?" Dennis just shrugged.

"I'm writing mum!"

The younger Creevey brother grinned, "Already have."

Silence.

"Shes perfectly fine with it. Said something about not having to deal with 'Pregnant' girls. Actually, she wants Seamus to come for dinner, shes already planned an Irish Night!"

"Gah!" The eldest brother stuttered.

"Now, if you please, I'm in the middle of ravishing your brother."

"Then, I'm not leaving!"

"Fine. Enjoy the show." Quickly Seamus, crawled up over Dennis' body, so they were perfectly alined. And captured his lips with his own.

"I know what your trying to do. And its not going to work. I'm not going to leave."

Without even looking at the elder brother, the boys let their tounges come together in the Irish boys mouth. Moaning slightly, Seamus grinded his hips down into the answering hardness below him. Dennis pulled out of the kiss and tried to control his breathing. But once he accomplished that, the other boy reached his hand down and slipped them into the fouth years boxers.

Silence.

Then, The door slammed shut as Colin ran screaming out of the room.

Smirking slightly, Seamus pulled out of the embrace and made to stand up. "That was fun." Dennis grinned as he tried (once again) to control his breathing.

"We'll have to try that again sometime... well... without your brother."

Dennis raised an eyebrow as he stood up along with Seamus, and walked (he hoped) calmly out of the room.

* * * *

"Levitate it about a foot or two to your left," Proffesor Flitwick instructed a sweating fifth year.

Neville stood off to the side, his head in his hands.

"Come on, its not that bad." Advised Percy, "He only brought four students--"

"Yeah, to LEVITATE your BED in my DORM ROOM!"

"Its just a small pop quiz for a few kids in his class," The elder boy shrugged carelessly.

"Nothing embarrasses you does it?"

Percy thoughts suddenly turned black at the small question... being raped, beaten and toyed with like a play-thing... "I've gotten passed being embarrassed," He replied coldly, pushing himself off the wall he was leaning against and walking towards the bathroom.

"Watch it!" One of the students yelled as the fifth year narrowly missed the ex head boy by an inch or so.

Neville sighed and debated if he should run after him or not... he glanced down and found he was playing with the gold engagment ring on his fourth finger, nodding his head in decision, the seventh year followed after his companion.

Why he was following him into the bathroom he didn't understand yet.

* * * *

"Bastard! What was that for?!" Demanded Harry as he cupped his jaw in his hand, he felt blood dripping down his lip and swore again.

"Felt like it." Draco growled out, eyes narrowed on the little trickle of blood as it fell past his bottom lip... and down his jaw... past his neck...

"Fuck it, I feel like this then!" The Gryffindor ground out as he rushed forward and landed a blow to the blonde's stomach.

Draco hunched over and glared up at his ex lover, "You'll regret that, Potter." He spat out.

"Oh, what are you going to do? Call your *father* on me?" He mocked, enjoying the feel of control he had on the other boy.

"No, I'll kick your bloody arse!" With that, he ran over and tackled Harry to the ground.

"We tried this position once, I didn't care for it much!" The raven haired boy growled as he flipped Draco onto his back, himself ontop now.

The Slytherin looked up at Harry through half lidded eyes, an intense glare situated on him, "Get the fuck off me."

"No, I don't think so. I like being on top." Harry smirked, brushing hair out of his eyes reflexively.

"So do I," Draco replied, picking up his knee and slamming it an inch or two from Harry's... lower area.

"Damn!" The ravenhaired swore as he instinctively rolled off of him and laid, panting, beside him.

Enjoying having the upper hand in this fight, he moved over and straddled the other teen. "This feels familiar."

"Too much so for my liking," Harry desperately tired to slow down his breathing. He was about to lift his knee up and--

"Now now, Potter. Either play nice or you wont play at all." The smugness was back in his voice as he pushed the other boy's knees back down, holding them in place.

The Gryffindor sighed and laid his hand across his eyes, "What do you want, Malfoy?"

The blonde cocked his head to the side, "What do you mean, what do I want? I want you of course." He smirked at the look on his exlover's face.

"What in the *hell* do you mean by *that*?! You broke up with me, if my memory serves correctly." Harry ground out between clenched teeth.

"I did, didn't I? But *you* caused it." With that, Draco positioned himself *right* *there*.

Harry gasped at the contact, but tried to remain calm as he replied, "*How*?!"

"Don't you remember, love?" The Slytherin positively purred, "You tried to take your anger out on me. I will *not* be the victim in this one, Potter." He stated coldly, fire burning in his eyes.

"I never said you were. You made yourself out to be one! You and your sayings about 'Gryffindors and Slytherins', thats a load of shit and you bloody well know it." Harry shouted, trying to ignore the pleasant amount of pressure Draco was bestowing ontop of him.

"Is it now? And I guess me causing you and Weasley to fight is a load of shit too?" He shot back, angrily.

Harry's eyes narrowed, "Thats what this is about, isn't it?"

"What is?" Draco asked, claiming oblivious.

"You're jealous of Ron!"

"Jealous of what? Oh yes, I want to be dirt poor and... and..."

"You can't think of anything else, can you?" Harry replied, smugly. "You're afraid that I like him more then you. You're jealous because he has more things, maybe not money, but other more important things then you have."

"And whats that?" The Slytherin demanded hotly.

"Friends. A caring family." Harry's voice had gotten softer and alot more sympathetic.

That pissed Draco off more then anything. Angrily he pushed himself off of Potter and turned away from him. "So what? I don't care about those needless things."

"I think you do." The raven haired boy stood up and stayed a few inches behind him. "But you have something that he doesn't."

"Which is?" Draco's voice was small as he felt the warmth that was uniquely Harry behind him, he wanted desperately to be engulfed in that warmness... but... he denied himself that much comfort. It was a sign of weakness. His father would never approve--

"You have my love. He doesn't."

The Slytherin stopped midthought and gasped softly. He carefully turned around, expecting the other boy to have run off somewhere, leaving him all alone.

But no. Harry wasn't like that. He just stod there, smiling at him in that way that... that made him actually feel *loved* and *cared* for.

"I love you."

Silence.

"I love you too," Draco whispered, rushing into his boyfriends arms. One thought flew into his mind, before Harry made thinking utterly impossible by kissing him senseless.

'Safe.'

* * * *

Seamus and Dennis walked calmly arm in arm towards the Gryffindor table, both looking extremly smug. By now, everyone had heard about the little 'incident' in Colins dormroom. Some students were smirking others were just embarrassed and trying to pretend to not notice as the two slowly apprached the table.

"So, Seamus. What have *you* been up to?" Ron asked supsiously.

"Up to? Well..Den here--" The Irish boy was cut off as the forementioned boyfriend clapped a hand over his mouth.

"Nothing." He smiled sweetly. Ron shook his head, laughing slightly.

"Den, I'm going to have to hook up with you later."

Dennis looked confused for a moment, before slowly nodding his head and whispering, "Yeah, maybe you should go talk to..." He trailed off.

Seamus grinned at his boyfriend, "Exactly. But why don't you drop by my room before you go to bed tonight?"

"Love to."

The Irish boy smiled happily at the other, kissed him softly on the mouth, and grabbing some of the food laid out before him ran quickly up to his room.

Painting slightly, Seamus slipped through the door of his dorm. "M'sorry it took so long... kind of got caught up."

Sirius took one look at the nice big lovebite on the teens neck and guessed the rest. "Its alright."

The Irish boy smiled greatly, and plopped down on the bed. He then preceeded to carefully lay out the food on the bed before them.

"So, what have you been doing while I was..."

"Making out with your blue haired boyfriend?"

"Quite."

"Nothing really," Sirius sighed. "Just thinking."

"About what?"

"Seamus?" Seamus looked up at him expectedly.

"Do... you... I'm sorry if this a bad place to begin talking but--"

"Do I think about my family alot?"

Sirius, although a little surprised, nodded. Seamus sighed and raked a hand through his spiky hair. "Yes. Yes I do. Quite alot actually."

"I thought so. I do too, if that helps matters."

"Not really, but I appraciate it." Sirius smiled down at the Irish lad. "I miss them."

Seamus closed his eyes, "I do too... you... you can't know what its like living without them. Everyday, every minute. I always suspect Riain to come rushing in my room yelling about the latest thing Niall did to him." The Irish boy laughed quietly.

"Niall? he was the second oldest right?"

"Yeah, he was my best friend. Always there... It's strange now without me being able to go to him. We did everything together, and when the ring started, it was him and I off on missions to the caves to get the supplies for the day." Seamus smiled as one lone tear rolled down his cheek.

"The morning... when... it happened, him and I were to go to the caves and collect the shipment of wands. He was sick that day, really sick. I didn't think much of it, at the time and voluteered to go alone. Da didn't like the idea, but it was really the only choice. So early that morning I left." The sad boy lifted a hand to wipe at the tear. "I...I didn't even say goodbye. I just grabbed my coat and headed off. I remember one of the twins... I think it was Naoise, she yelled at me from the door. ' Wait, Don't go. I need you!,' But Sorcha lightly grabbed her and pulled her back into the house. Muttering something about little girls only needing showers this early in the morning..." He trailed off. "That was the last time I saw Naoise. I've always wondered what she meant by that."

Sirius watched as more tears escaped from the boy's sad ocean colored eyes.

"Its just... sometimes I miss them so much... it just sneaks up on you. You know? I could be in the middle of a Charms class and Flitwick could be going on about vanishing charms or something along those lines and I'll think, 'Ronan would have liked that one...' and then I'll remember that I'll never know... and that he'll never learn that charm... or any others. Just stupid things like that... " Seamus let out a rush of breath, and scrunched up his face, tugging at his eyebrow ring. Not noticing or just ignoring the tears running freely down his face.

"But... but... the nightmares are the worst." The lonely boy closed his eyes and put his head in his hands.

"Nightmares? You... have nightmares?"

Seamus just nodded his head, which was still resting in his hands.

"Almost everynight... It... its horrible... I'm sure you've noticed the heavliy placed silent charm on the room." Sirius mummered a quick yes. "I knew you would. Its almost unbreakable... its odd though, how a student like me needs that much of a spell." Seamus shrugged lightly. "Its just the way this fuc-" He was interrupted as a sob escaped his throat. "Fucked up world, works." He managed.
Without a second thought, Sirius pulled the Irish lad in his arms, and held him as the sobs racked through his body.

"Its just that, in the nightmares, I...I see the house again, and everyones there, all nine of them. There just laughing and playing around... but I know I can't get to them. I *know* it, damn it." The boy pulled slightly out of the embrace, and scrubbed at his eyes, making him seem endearingly young. "Then everything goes silent. And... and... I try to move closer to the house... thats when the screams start. There horrible... I can hear my little brothers and sisters crying, pleading out to me. Their big brother. I should have been there! I was the eldest! I was suppose to protect them! Not let them die! Thats usually when the house starts to burn... and they appear."

Sirius who had been silent this whole time looked up, "They?" he said gently.

"I... I... think there Deatheaters... but there not. Its... its... " Seamus started to struggle with his breath, "I don't KNOW! They just come! They fucking come and fucking laugh as the house starts to burn, as the pleas for help become more desperate. Then..." The Irish boys eyes shot open, not seeing. "I'm in the house... and... I... I know its a dream! I know! But I can smell, Sorchas purfume, I can taste their last meal. But the good smells turn into bad smells... like the smell of burned fur. The putred rank of burning flesh...the taste of death in my mouth... and I look around, franticly searching for me family, for me brothers... me àillidh (beautiful) family...I'm yelling out to them..'I'm here! a-chaoidh (Always and forever)!'" Seamus started to run off in his native Gaelic. Only stopping when his heartwrenching sobs, cut off his breath.

"Seamus! Its okay... your okay..." Sirius tried despertly to reassure the other boy.

"NO! NO! They were me own! My family there always air mo chùram (On my mind)! I let them down! Then I have to suffer as the banshee appears just like the first time! She takes them from me! Every single one! She wails about death, and sorrow. Then when I ask her to take me too... she laughs... she fucking LAUGHS! And I'm shoved out of the room... I wasn't even there for them when she finally took them out of this world. I never saw them happy again! They were practicly tortured in our family home. They had to suffer through the flames. Just imagine how painful that must have been! And I wasn't there! I wasn't there!" The young Irish boy felt more tears well up from behind his eyes. But he didn't care anymore. He couldn't care. Not when Sirius was there, was holding him. Was petting his face, taking him in his arms. Whispering endearments in Gaelic.

"Oh my love..." Seamus heard before the strain of his past caught up with him and he blacked out.

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A few hours later Sirius was awoken by heartwrenching sobs, and petrified screams. 'Guess he wasn't lying'. He thought before he walked quietly over to the other bed.

After Seamus had passed out, Dumbledore had come for a vist letting Sirius know that he was to stay in the Irish boys room for the time being. Kind of like the arrangement for Percy and Neville... except for the lovers part, and that no one would know he was there other then a few Gryffindors. After Dumbledore had left, Sirius had a conjured a bed (he was very familiar with wandless magic) tucked Seamus into his own bed( the ex-convict had toyed with the idea with sleeping with the boy, to help him feel better, but had decided he didn't want to scare the Irish man away by accident, so had declined on that idea... well for the time being anyways) then climbed into his own bed, located only a few feet away.

Reaching the young man's bed, Sirius gently lifted himself into it and crawled over to where Seamus was hunched over crying out, while still trapped in the nightmare. The sight struck a cord in the older Gryffindor, 'Seamus shouldn't be crying... hes too pure for such a thing. He should be laughing, and trying to molest innocent people. Not scared and weeping.' Shaking the thoughts out of his head, Sirus reached over and softly tugged the other boy into his arms. "Love? Wake up... I'm here." He whispered soothingly. "Its okay... let it out. Be mad. But don't dwell on it too long. Come back...come back to us... to me. Seamus?"

Confused the slighty younger boy opened his eyes, and looked straight into the concerned ones of Sirius'. "I told you I had nightmares."

"...Heh... damn straight you do!" The convict grew serious, "Are you alright now?"

"Yes. I'm fine... but... would you mind..."He trailed off, a blush creeping over his pale cheeks.

"Staying with you?" Seamus nodded.

"Of course, that is as long as you don't take all the blankets."

"Well, I can't promise anything..." They both laughed slightly.

Smiling helpfully, the Irish man pulled back the covers a bit to let in the other man. And silently he slipped in, Seamus hesitantly moved closer to Sirius and curved his body around the others, falling into the warm skin. Grinning like an idiot, our friendly ex-convict wraped his arms around the slightly smaller frame and nestled in.
In a mere matter of moments Sirius was asleep. That is, he was the *only* one asleep.

Seamus on the other hand, was not quite ready for sleep to take him over. He still felt like he was missing something, smiling slightly, the younger man opened his mouth and started to sing. Even *if* it was a muggle punk song, it still sounded sweet as the Irish mans voice rebounded softly off the walls,

"If you want me to wait
I will wait for you," Seamus smiled softly as he looked down at his gaurdian.

"If you tell me to stay
I will stay right through.
If you don't want to say anything at all
I'm happy wondering."

"When I was a young man
I was always a fun man," He laughed at the memory of himself playing pranks and running around the country... usually nude.

"Never had a plan,
And no security then." The irish boy frowned but continued, his eyes getting wistful.

"Ever since I met you
I never could forget you," Seamus looked back down at the killer beside him.

"I only want you to stay right here next to me
Cause everybody
Needs someone that they can trust and
You're somebody
That I found just in time." He lightly traced Sirius's lips with his finger, following the curves and relishing the softness.

"If you want me to wait, I will wait for you
If you tell me to stay
I will stay right through
If you don't want to say anything at all
I'm happy wondering." The spikey haired boy smiled brightly as the older man smiled in his sleep.

"Now my life is changed
Its always getting rearranged," He rolled his eyes and laid back down on his pillow.

"Its always getting stranger then I thought it ever could
Ever since I found you
I want to be around you," Seamus laid on his side and playfully tugged at a random braid.

"I'm now at the point where I need you
Cause everybody
Needs somebody that they can trust
Your somebody
I found just in time." He dropped the braid and stared intently at the closed eyes.

"If you want me to wait
I will wait for you
If you tell me to stay
I will stay right through," He sang softer now.

"If you don't want to say anything at all
I'm happy wondering," He smiled sadly, but continued the song.


"Don't tell me
The bad news
Don't tell me
Anything at all." He turned to stare up at the canopy of his bed, kicking the covers off his legs.

"Just tell me
That you need me
And stay right here with me." He laughed softly when he heard Sirius mutter something about 'cold feet'.

"If you want me to wait
I will wait for you," He sat on his side again so he could face the black haired man.

"If you tell me to stay
I will stay right through," Seamus' breath ghosted over the other's lips and he was delighted to see Sirius lick his lips unconciously.

"If you don't wanna say anything at all
I'm happy wondering." He sang the last lines slowly as he reflexively moved in to kiss the lips of his gaurdian.

The Irish man smiled through the embrace when he heard Sirius moan softly.

Contented with life at the moment, Seamus sunk deeply into the arms of the slightly older man.

You can just imagine his surprise when he heard a choked "Sea?" and turned to face a startled and heartbroken Dennis.

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AN: So what did you guys think?

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