I just wanted to say I hope everyone likes this because I know (some) people don't like emotional stuff but this is (no offense) my work and I AM this emotional…LOVE YA!

The guys adjusted quicker than either Seamus or I had imagined; they even allowed me to move my bed besides Seamus.

I woke up with a shiver. Seamus' hand was holding onto mine in between our beds as snow gathered around us. I must be dreaming, I thought, it can't possibly be snowing in here. I slowly pulled my hand out of Seamus' grasp; I didn't want to wake him. I looked up above my trunk and noticed someone had left the window cracked open allowing the December snow to blow in. Idiots I muttered as I shut the window. A snowflake landed on my shirt, melting through, and tickling my chest. Before I could even recognize what had happened Seamus' arms wrapped around my waist and his lips caressed my neck. He spun me in his arms, as if I were a dancer, and kissed my waiting lips.

"Maidin mhaith" Seamus smiled, "Good morning." I blushed as he kissed me again.

"Maidin mhaith?" I questioned. "Irish, I assume?"

Seamus chuckled as he kissed my cheek. "You're smarter than you look Hennessey."

I playfully pushed against Seamus' firm, bare, chest. Then, as if thinking for themselves, my hands crawled up his chest and rested behind his head. I pulled him in and we kissed passionately. My lips broke apart momentarily as I gasped and that's all the time it took for Seamus to slid his tongue onto mine. He didn't have to fight me for dominance; I happily gave it to him. He firmly placed his hands on my waist as he lifted me up. I instinctively wrapped my legs around him as he turned us towards my bed. "S-s-Seamus, the o-others" Seamus kept kissing me as he laid me down. He slid the rest of our clothes off and adjusted himself to a more comfortable position. The window beside us began to fog as he took me to another world; one more magical than the one I already lived in.

I watched as Seamus got dressed. I couldn't keep my mind of off him; his muscles flexing with every movement he made. He turned and flashed that seductive, Irish, smirk that he knew I couldn't resist. I threw a pillow at him hoping he would turn around so I could admire him longer. Instead he grabbed the pillow and tossed it aside. He then proceeded to jump onto the bed, on top of me, and kiss my neck. "This what ya wanted Hennessey?" We played around for a few more minutes before we were interrupted, again, by Harry and the guys. Cormac and Ron grabbed their stuff and hurried back out giggling. Dean stared at Seamus with disbelief before he left.

"I'm glad you two can find the time for this, given today's current predicament" Harry snarled.

Seamus turned and looked at Harry with more anger than I thought he was capable of. "Of shove off Harry, no one asked you."

"The Dark Lord is back. We need to be preparing ourselves, not snogging!"

"Again?" he turns to me and points at Harry, "Can you believe this rubbish he says about You-Know-Who?"

"Seamus—I don't know what to believe." I looked at my feet in shame.

"Y-You," Seamus sighs with frustration, "Look Harry, I'm sorry if I have offended you but I can do whatever I want with me bo—me friends. And give up on this Dark Lord rubbish already. It's gettin' old…everyone knows you're the chosen one."

Harry gave Seamus one final look of disapproval before he turned and left.

"Seamus?" I reached for his arm but he jerked away from me. "Seamus I—"

"Don't Aaron. I don't need your excuses. I think I'm smart enough to see where you stand." He walked to his trunk and grabbed his cloak as he spoke.

"Seamus please, just listen."

"Why? So you can tell me all the reasons that Harry Potter…"

"Seamus stop" I jumped to my feet and pulled him in close. "I'm sorry if you don't think I supported you back there but how am I to know who's right? The Dark Lord could very well be back, but that's beside the point. I wanted to ask you what you almost said moments ago. About friends?"

Seamus looked away from me with hast. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Seamus. You know as much as I do you know exactly what I'm talking about."

"Forget it Aaron" he pulled away from me and walked to the door. "Maybe we should forget about the past two days while we're at it" He slammed the door as he left.

I stared at the door with tears in my eyes. I climbed into my bed and buried my face among the pillows and screamed. I turned my head and stared out the window. Students whipped by on brooms, seemingly unaware of my existence. You screwed up Aaron I thought to myself, you really screwed up. I closed my eyes, my mind, and my heart to the cold world around me. Images of Seamus swarmed my subconscious, forcing me to relive what I was supposed to be forgetting. Hours passed as I just laid there; waiting for something to take me away from this cursed place.

I was awoken by the door beating the wall as it flew open. I sat up to see Seamus standing in the doorway covered in snow. He walked up to me and sat down; both of us sat on the edge, nervously watching each other. I looked down at my feet and sighed. Before I could collect my thoughts his strong hand was against my face, pulling me back to him. He smiled at me with a glimmer in his eyes.

"Aaron…I overreacted earlier." I put my hand on his and slowly pulled him from my face.

"No. you were right. I should have supported you better. Harry is a good friend, but he's not you. Seamus you are everything to me. Without you, even as just a friend, I feel—numb. I need you." I shook my head with agitation. "Listen to me. I promised myself I would never be so…so desperate. It's just how I am. I fall fast Seamus." Seamus tried to hug me but I pushed him away. "NO! I can already see this won't be a healthy relationship. I—I can't give you my heart and soul, and you deserve that. I just…I just don't have it to give away anymore." I fell onto the bed beside him and sighed, "I'm sorry—I can't."

"Aaron—I'm not good with words. I don't know what I can tell you to change your mind." He studied my face for a moment before he rose from the bed. I watched as he neared the door, his strides rushed and clumsy. He looked back at me with his hand on the door, holding it open. Our eyes met and in that instant I knew I couldn't be with out him. "I—I'm sorry" was all he managed before I flew out of bed and into his surprised arms. I whispered my apologies in between kisses. He held me tight as I cried in his arms. "Hey—I'm still here." Was all he whispered as he held onto me; and I to him.

"We are late for dinner though" he muttered as he pulled me throught the doorway. My hand fell into place with his as we ran through the halls. We slowed our pace as we reached the grandior doors to the Great Hall. We slid into the room as a strange lady in pink rudely chirped, interrupting Dumbledore. She rose to her feet and began to speak with a voice I could not stand.

Seamus pulled me onto the bench beside him, keeping hold of my hand underneath the table. Once the round, pink woman and stopped her speech the feasting began. However, instead of eating I watched Seamus. He was laughing with his friends, eating enough food for five people, and making obscene jokes. Yet, he never let go of my hand. He turned and smiled at me and in that instant I knew he was mine.

"Bloody 'ell mate, kiss him already" Ron jested as he and Hermione stared at Seamus and I. Hermione burst into laughter as Seamus responded with a gag. I playfully slapped aaron's arm, trying to add to the fun, when the whole room grew quite. I noticed that the table before me began to grow darker as a round shadow formed. Seamus and I slowly turned to see the smiling face of the woman in pink. Her cheery disposition was somewhat intimidating.

"Ahem. Please remove your hands from each other." I couldn't believe the audacity of such a comment coming from a woman who looked so…so proper. "Now would be appreciated," she ended her statement with a giggle of self-content. Seamus and I slowly let go of each other as she watched with intensity. Once our hands were separated she leaned in close and whispered into our ears. "Don't let me see such filth again." Again she finished with a giggle, but all I could focus on was holding my breath for her putride perfume was assaulting my senses quite rudely. She turned and walked away, her odd hips swaying awkwardly. I turned to Seamus but he refused to look at me. I looked back over my shoulder and saw her staring right at us.

Hermione nudged my arm to get my attention. "That's Dolores Umbridge. She works for the Ministry of Magic and she will be our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. She—"

"Bloody 'ell Hermione, we all know you know everything. Stop rubbing it in" Ron stated with a roll of his eyes.

"Maybe if you stopped stuffing your face and listened once and while, I wouldn't have to keep rubbing it in." Hermione's glared could have burned a hole into anything. I took a quick peek back over my shoulder and noticed Umbridge still watching. I looked at Seamus, who glanced at me from the corner of his eye, and whispered, "this is going to be interesting." He smiled at me before he resumed ignoring me. Interesting indeed.