Disclaimer: NO, no, not mine, get over it, people, and don't sue cause it's pointless and you're only helping the evil "sue people!" lawyers. There's enough of them already; don't encourage them!

warning: SLASH SLASH SLASH male/male relationship!

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Seamus jerked awake, stifling a scream. The nightmares were getting worse, but he'd be damned if he'd allow himself to do something as demeaning and pathetic as screaming. He looked around, adrenaline still pumping like quicksilver through his body. He was in some corridor. He didn't know which floor or what part of the castle. He whimpered involuntarily. It looked just like the dream. He scurried down the corridor. Seamus hated the nightmares that came with sleepwalking.

The stone floor sucked away the warmth from his bare feet. Seamus shivered. He cursed his habit of sleeping with his shirt off in the winter. No help for it, though. At least it was Christmas break. In fact, there were only a few more days to go until Christmas. The point was, not many people were at the castle.

But Filch was. Mrs. Norris was, too. Mrs. Norris' lamp-like eyes glowed yellow in the dark. At least, Seamus hoped to heaven and all the saints it was Mrs. Norris. The glow looked disturbingly like the glow from his nightmare before-

Seamus hesitated as he came to a nexus of two corridors, and plunged down the left one. He shuddered as he hurried through the tunnels hewn from rock. Seamus stopped in front of a painting, shaking.

"Password?" It asked sleepily.

Seamus looked at it with pleading eyes, mute with terror.

"Oh, fine. Only you…." the portrait's voice trailed off as it fell back asleep.

Seamus stepped tentatively into the room. He crept up the stairway, wincing at the malicious shadows the dimmed torches conjured. He halted at a landing, heart thudding, and eased open the door. He padded lightly over to the lone occupied bed and sat on the edge, shaking from nerves and the nightmare and the flight to the room. The bed's inhabitant awoke, thanks to the crushing weight of Seamus on a foot.

"Do you mind?" the sleeper said, propping himself up on his elbows. Moonlight from the window by the bed shone on the Irish boy's face and the other boy sighed. "Again?"

Seamus nodded and blushed. He wouldn't scream or whine about his dreams, but he couldn't be expected to just go back to his own cold bed and face the shadows alone, could he?

The boy sighed. He grinned and pulled back the covers. "Okay, you can stay here. But just for tonight."

"Thanks," Seamus said shyly, crawling under the warm comforter. The other boy just smiled and wrapped his arms around Seamus. Seamus wriggled closer, planting a soft, thankful kiss at the crook of the other boy's neck where it met his shoulder. The other boy pulled Seamus tighter and whispered sleepy words into Seamus' summer-soft hair.

They both jumped at the loud crack of thunder that erupted across the sky. Seamus snuggled closer as the storm slowly built outside.

"Why do you come here when you have nightmares?" the other boy said, his voice husky with tiredness.

"You're here," Seamus murmured contentedly. "Night, Blaise."

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Seamus was bored so he made me write this 500 word fluffy bit for him. I put him with Blaise cause the nightmare-then-going-into-Dean's-bed is awesome and cute but there are so many of them, so I figured I'd give Blaise a chance. Plus, it's something I would do--walk through half the castle, getting even more scared, then catapult yourself into your crush's/lover's/friend's/whatever's bed. And have them ask why you were so scared of the nightmare you needed to come wake them up but somehow managed to get through half the huge scary castle without blinking an eye.

Heh. I can imagine Seamus doing that too.