Disclaimer: Needless to say, Harry Potter and anything related to him are owned by J.K. Rowling. Not me. To bad, because Seamus and Blaise are hot, hot, hot!!!

Blaise Zabini continued to stare into the darkness, trying to see who, or what, was out there. "I said, who's there?" he said again, trying to make his voice stop shaking. He hoped it wasn't another student. He didn't want anybody to see him like this, he knew his eyes were all red and puffy from crying and his clothes were wrinkled and soggy from the mist coming from the lake. No one ever saw him like this, not even Draco, his best friend.

When he still didn't get an answer, Blaise started to worry. Maybe it's not a person. God, I hope it's not hungry if it's an animal. I really don't feel like dying today. Blaise slowly started to get off the rock he was standing on, trying to put it between him and whatever was out there. He was just about to turn and run when someone moved out of the shadows and into the moonlight. Blaise sighed in relief when he saw that it was, in fact, a student. His relief quickly turned to embarrassment though when he remember his appearance. He became even more embarrassed when he recognized whom it was that was standing on the other side of the rock. "Seamus! What the devil are you doing out here? Do you have any idea what time it is?"

"I could ask you the same question Blaise. And why were you crying? What's wrong?" Seamus asked, sitting down on the rock, facing Blaise.

"Nothing is wrong. I was just feeling sad is all. And you still haven't answered my question. What are you doing out here?" Blaise said, trying to avoid questions he really didn't want to answer.

"I had something on my mind and I couldn't sleep, so I decided to take a walk to help me think. And I don't believe that you were crying just because you were sad. Sit down and spill. I'm not letting you leave until you tell me what's wrong. Who knows, maybe I'll even be able to help."

"Doubtful," Blaise muttered, sitting down on the rock beside Seamus all the same. Seamus tried to ignore the heat that seemed to be coming off Blaise and the urge to slide closer to him and put his arms around him. Sadness seemed to be coming off of the boy in waves and Seamus was truly worried about him. He had never seen him looking this messy or sad. Blaise was usually just as happy and energetic as Seamus normally was. Seeing him standing out by the lake by himself crying was very weird, not to mention disturbing.

Blaise sighed deeply, drawing Seamus's attention to the other boy's chest, which could be clearly seen through his soggy shirt. Seamus shivered slightly at the sight of Blaise's lean and muscular body. You could tell that the boy obviously played a lot of sports. No one could get those kinds of muscles just by lifting weights and working out. They came from long hours of strenuous activity.

"So, are you going to tell me why you were crying, or do I have to guess?" he said, trying to take his mind off the other boy's obviously well made body.

Blaise just sighed again and looked out over the water. After a couple of minuets he began talking slowly. "Have you ever liked someone who didn't like you back?" he asked, not looking over at the boy sitting beside him.

Seamus laughed a bitter, humorless laugh. "Yeah, I've been there. Sucks quite a bit."

"You're telling me. Well, that was the reason I was crying, among other things. I like this person, but I don't think they like me back. And, well, it's hard. Seeing them everyday and not being able to have them."

"Your talking about Malfoy, aren't you?" Seamus asked, not wanting to hear the answer, but thinking that if he heard it out of Blaise's mouth he'd be able to get over his obsession with him.

Blaise looked over at him in surprise, and then started laughing. Seamus just stared at him, not knowing what was so funny. "Oh, Seamus, that was to perfect. Me, in love with Draco. Ahhahaha. Yeah right. Draco's a little too prissy for my tastes. Besides, Draco belongs to Potter. I doubt the Boy Wonder would let me within ten feet of him if he thought I had a crush on his Draco. No, Draco's not the one I like. It's someone else."

Blaise wiped a tear from his eye, this one from mirth though. Some how, the blonde Irish boy sitting beside him always seemed able to cheer him up. Just being near him seemed to make him happier. He wondered what Seamus would do if Blaise told him who he really was in love with. He'd probably start laughing his ass off. Either that or he'd run away screaming. It was well known that Seamus was completely straight, and if he ever found out that Blaise, a guy, wanted to completely shag his brains out, he'd never speak to him again.

While Blaise was sitting there thinking about how utterly hopeless a relationship with Seamus would be, Seamus was starting to think that maybe there was hope for the two of them after all. Since Blaise wasn't in love with Draco, maybe Seamus could convince him to give them a go after all. The only reason he hadn't already tried to seduce the Slytherin was because he never thought he would be able to draw him away from Draco.

Deciding that he should find out who the competition was, so he could figure out the best way to go about seducing Blaise, Seamus leaned in closer to the other boy. "So, if you're not in love with Draco, who do you like?"

"Umm…I can't tell you that," Blaise said, ducking his head to hide his blush.

"Why not? Is it someone I know then?"

"Yeah, you know them, but I that's not why I can't tell you."

"Why not? It's not like I would go around telling anyone. Come on…You can tell me. Maybe if I know who it is I can help."

"No, you can't help. The person I like happens to be a boy. And they're strait. So, do you see my problem?"

"Well, how do you know they're not gay? Did you ask them?"

"I don't have to ask him. Every day he's got some new girl he's flirting with or coming on to. It's really kind of obvious he doesn't swing my way," Blaise said, sounding defeated at not being able to get the guy he wanted.

Seamus just sat there looking at Blaise. He didn't know what to say to make his friend feel better. The fact that Blaise was torn up about the fact that he didn't even have a chance with the mystery guy was written all over his face. All Seamus wanted to do was wrap his arms around the boy and tell him that any person who didn't want to be with him had to be barking mad and blind to boot. But he didn't think that would make him feel any better. That would just make things uncomfortable between them, and he didn't want that to happen. So instead he said, "Well, it looks as if we've both got the same problem mate. Unrequited love sure dampens the spirit, doesn't it?"

"You're in love with someone too? Who? And why can't you have them?" Blaise asked, wanting to know who he was losing Seamus too.

"Ahh…So, you expect me to tell you who I fancy, while you get to keep your crush a secret? I don't think so. If I've got to tell, so do you."

"Fine then, don't tell me. But at least tell me why you can't have them."

"Well, at first I thought they were in love with a bloke that I had no chance at all competing against. But now, I'm not so sure that I can't compete with him. So, I'm gonna start trying to seduce them pretty soon. Hopefully, it works and I don't just make a complete ass out of my self. My, it's really late. I'm heading in. I'll see you later."

"Oh. Well, I wish you luck. Whoever you're after, they're a really lucky girl," Blaise said, watching as Seamus stood up and stretched. Gods, how I wish I could touch him. He looks so sexy.

Seamus, who had already started for the castle, stopped and turned to face Blaise again. "I don't recall saying I was after a girl. It happens that I'm after a certain boy, mate. Didn't you know? Geez, I thought everyone in the school knew I fancied blokes. Especially one's with black hair, brown eyes and extremely sexy bodies. Well, see ya mate." Seamus gave Blaise a wink and started back up to the castle before Blaise had a chance to say anything. Stage one of plan 'Get Into Blaise's Pants' complete. At least now he knows I like him. Let's just hope he likes me too.

Blaise just sat staring at Seamus's retreating back. He couldn't believe what he'd just heard. Oh dear God. Can it be true? Does Seamus Finnigan really fancy me? Oh please, please let it be true.