AN: I do not own Harry Potter

And no excuses for not writing… I am just not that motivated… one review came up and suddenly I realized my lack of posting…so I posted! Nuff said.

Chapter 2: Seamus Finnigan

Hogwarts was done for the year. I was ecstatic. No more learning, studying, homework, fighting battles, or stupid rules to follow.

I could be free.

School was such a hassle for me. I lived in a dorm with four other guys, which was quite the excitement for me. Why, you ask? Because they are all extremely hot and extremely dateable if they were to be gay. But they aren't. Oh why aren't they.

See Harry and Ron spend their time with Hermione whom Ron clearly likes. Harry is single at the moment but could change at a moment's notice. However, I can't let him know I am gay. So I don't. Plus, he clearly stated how enamoured he was with the Chang girl so he is definitely not gay.

Wait, did I include Neville in this list? Um… yes he is a nice guy but not really on the hot list.

Then there is Dean. Dean is, well, perfect. I could say that I loved Dean forever. It was probably since I met him. Although I probably didn't know my feelings for him then. His creamy black skin makes my mouth drool. And his muscles when he moves. Plus he is a wicked artist, which makes me all the happier.

Of course, Dean will never notice me. He is my best mate. He was dating Ginny Weasley, a girl. So he clearly will never go out with me.

It might also be due to the fact that no one knows I am gay. Well some people do. Not the people at Hogwarts though.

In the wizarding world, like the muggle world, homosexuality is frowned on. Mainly because there is no way to produce an offspring and also because it is "against the nature of things" Did anyone actually say a man and a woman must be together?

If you are gay in the wizarding world, education is restricted, you cannot have certain jobs, you are not allowed to marry, you have to register and many other issues which I find completely repulsive.

Therefore, because of these rules, I hid my homosexuality. For all my dorm mates know, I am just another straight guy who can't seem to get a date with a female.

And therefore, no one knows I am gay, and I will not be able to date anyone. Including Dean, forgetting the fact he is straight.

So leaving Hogwarts for the year was great! As well as the fact of that I could be myself.

So as soon as the Hogwarts Express landed in the station, I ran to the bathrooms to change into my clothing that I preferred.

Some people may call it weird but I find it to be very attractive and comfortable.

I will stay it straight out. I like to dress in drag. I like women's clothing. I love the way skirts let you feel air around you and the shirts cling to your chest. I love how makeup accentuates your features and gives you colour. I love high heels and their height.

And so, I am a drag queen.

Why you ask? Because I want to be. But since I am hiding my homosexuality and dressing in drag would be a dead giveaway, I hid it during Hogwarts.

So here I am in the bathroom changing. I put on my tights, and a skirt with a tight shirt and slip on some sandals. I go closer to the mirror to add eyeliner, some eye shadow, and some lipstick. My hair is a little longer than an average male's so it looks great with the outfit.

As I am putting my finishing touches on my outfit, a man comes out of a stall and gives a small yelp. He then tells me that this is the male washroom and the female one is down the hall.

I give him a look and as understanding crosses his features he mumbles to himself and walks away.

I rolled my eyes and finished with my clothes. Then I exit the bathroom and walk to the station gates.

At the gates, I see my four friends and run up to them. Jumping in the tallest one's arms, I squeal and smile.

As he puts me down, we smile at each other and walk off together. The other three follow rolling their eyes.

We are all really good friends and became friends early on in life. Strangely enough, all five of us decided to become drag queens together and shared looks with each other.

I was one of the more radical ones as I wore everything from clothes to makeup to wigs at time. Some of the others just wore skirts or dresses and some went all out like me.

We always joked that five gay drag queens hanging out together was bound to couple off yet all of us remained friends and not lovers.

We walked out of the station and left to go have fun. It was my first night back from Hogwarts and we were going to have some fun.

We decided to go to a dance club. Dancing was one of our favourite pastimes. We entered the club and made our way to the dance floor.

Many people stared at us but we just smiled at them and ignored them for the rest of the time.

We went out to the floor and danced the night away. We got extremely drunk and had one of the best nights of our lives.

After that night, we hung out a lot.

My mom would mumble every time they came over that it was a phase and we would all grow out of it. This caused us all to laugh hysterically.

It was not a phase for now and we were enjoying every moment.

Days went by and we had lots of fun. We went to clubs, went shopping and many other things.

One night, we were gathered at my house and planning to go out to a club and get crazily drunk once more. One of the group had still not come and we were waiting for him so we could leave. We turned music on really loud and were getting impatient.

From downstairs, I heard the doorbell and I smiled relieved. We would be able to go soon.

My mom called to me to get the door and I ran downstairs while saying, "All right all right, I'm coming. You're late anyway."

I made my way to the door and to my surprise, Dean was standing there. It was strange because Dean had never been to my house and I was not expecting him.

He was staring at me in wonder and with a questioning glance and I bit my lip.

"Dean" I stated and he replied with asking if I was going to a costume party. At least he didn't find out I am a drag queen, or gay, or in love with him.

I replied by saying, "Something like that."

I then invited Dean in because I didn't know what else to do and then he followed me inside.

I asked Dean why he was here and was not prepared for his answer. I couldn't believe his house was attacked and his sister and parents' killed.

After going through his story, Dean asked if he could stay here which I promptly responded with a yes.

Dean would be free to stay here.

I took Dean upstairs with me to my room forgetting that my friends were still there.

As Dean and I entered, my friends gave us a suggestive look, which I responded back with a glare.

I went over to them and explained that Dean's family was just murdered and he was going to stay for a while, as well as mentioning how it would be easier if they stayed away from Dean for a while until he is more comfortable around them, and more stable in his thoughts.

They agreed with me and left silently.

I grabbed a pair of my pyjamas and gave them to Dean. He put them on and collapsed asleep on my bed.

I gave a small smile and promised to protect him and make him feel better.

He looked like an angel sleeping there like that and I was angered at how something so terrible can happen to an angel.

I left Dean to sleep a little while as I changed into male clothing. I figured it would make Dean more comfortable as that is how he normally sees me and what is typically accepted.

In time, I could go back to my drag wear if Dean felt comfortable with it. Of course… that would be if I ever told him.

I crept downstairs to let my parents know what was happening.

I found them in the kitchen and entered to talk.

They looked up at me and my mom's face gleamed with happiness.

I gave her a look and she happily stated that I was finally over that horrid phase of dressing in women's clothing.

I replied with saying that I was not over that "phase" as she put it. I was just helping Dean adjust.

I then explained that Dean would be staying with us for a while since his parents were murdered and he had nowhere to go.

My mother agreed with this and said that Dean can stay for as long as he wants.

I was grateful and as I left to go back upstairs, I called to my mother.

"Mom, the drag is not a phase, its what is going on now."

My mother gave a scowl yet waved me on. I knew she didn't approve on my clothing choices but she didn't prevent me from expressing myself, which I was grateful for.

Walking upstairs, I got ready for bed as well. I walked over to my chair in my room and snuggled up in a blanket.

With one last look at my sleeping angel Dean, I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

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