Seamus looked down the hall, expecting to see Dean running over to re-claim his wand, but it was empty. He collected the wands and speed walked down the hall, something must be wrong, who would abadon their wand? His stomach lurched when he saw little rain drops of blood covering the floor.

"Dean?" He called out, but the hall was so empty that his voice only echoed. Wands still tight in his grip, he quickly made his way towards the hospital wing, fearing Dean might be there. He made his way to the large doors, and gently pushed them open as he slid inside. Two beds were occupied, one by a unrecongizable sleeping Blaise Zabini, and a badly beaten Dean Thomas.

"Seamus?" Dean said, noticing the small boy who had just stepped in.

"W-what happened?" He asked, walking over to the side of the bed.

"Got our asses kicked basically." Dean laughed, pointing to his bruised face. But Seamus did not smile. As much as it hurt him to see Dean hurt, and relived him to see that he was okay, he still could not get past the fact that his boyfriend was sleeping right next to them.

"Well I hope you get better." Seamus repsonded bitterly as he turned to leave. He heard Dean begging for him to come back, but he didn't turn. Sure, he kind of brought it on himself by telling Dean to forget that they admitted their feelings for each other, but still, dating the very next day? Harsh was the only word that came to mind.

Weeks drug on miserably for both boys. Dean tried to pretend to be interested in what Blaise was saying and tried to enjoy kissing him, but only one boy was always on his mind, a cute little Irish boy. Seamus tried to act like it didn't bother him, he tried to act like the old Seamus by hanging out with Ron and Harry a lot, but he always glanced at the dark-skinned boy he couldn't stop thinking about.

The two boys never spoke, never even making eye contact. It was begining to frustrate Dean that his plan to make Seamus jealous wasn't working. Even Hermione pointed it out once, informing Dean that Seamus clearly wasn't going to budge and that he should just break up with Blaise and stop using him. But Dean wouldn't, not after he caused so much trouble for the poor Slytherin, he would make him happy as long as he could.

It wasn't until three weeks after that the two boys finally spoke. It was quiet Monday evening, most of the students down at the Qudditch pitch to watch the Hufflepuff vs. Slytherin match. Seamus wasn't feeling very social, his moods acting like a rollercoaster ever since that Friday night. He was curled up on the window sill, starting out across the school grounds. He heard the door creak open, turning to see Dean step in with a large peice of parchment in his hand.

"Sorry." Dean said, turning to leave. "Just wanted a place to work on my paper but I'll go-"

"No, stay." Seamus said, his eyes glued to Dean's back. A flood of emotions washed through out Dean. When he thought about what they would say when they finally got around to speaking, he thought it'd be a fight or something horrible. But instead, it was Seamus asking him to stay. His heart longed for the Irish boy, and he wanted more than anything to stay.

"I thought you were mad at me?" Dean said, turning to look at Seamus.

"I love you, I can't stay mad at you." He replied casually, turning out the window. A lump rose into Dean's throat, he never thought he'd hear those three words again. But then he rememerbed what Seamus had told him weeks ago, that Friday night never happened. Why was he changing his mind again?

"Would you make up your mind already? You loved me three weeks ago, you haven't loved me for the past three weeks, and now you love me again?" He spat.

"Are we gonna take turns being mad at each other still?" Seamus whined, throwing his head back.

"Well, you're a very frustrating person!" Dean yelled.

"Kiss me." Seamus whispered softly, his eyes squeezed shut. It took Dean a moment to decided whether or not to obey that command. The biggest factor was Blaise, his boyfriend that he had no true feelings for, the boy he was using so he could kiss Seamus again. He didn't want to cheat, but a chance to kiss Seamus was rarer then the silly Irish boy successfully brewing a potion.

He couldn't resist. His feet swiftly carried him over to the window, where Seamus was sitting silently with closed eyes. Dean leaned down and gently pressed his lips agaisnt the other boys. Electricty flowed through him, he forget what it felt like to kiss someone you actually have feelings for. There was no chemistry between him and Blaise, unlike him and Seamus.

Next thing Dean knew, he was throwing Seamus down on his bed and crawling ontop oh him, his hands digging through the short brown locks. The light-skinned boys arms were locked around Dean's neck, keeping him from pulling away from his lips. Guilt betrayed Dean as he flew up, breaking away from Seamus.

"I'm sorry, I can't. I'm with Blaise-"

"But you don't love him like you do me." Seamus argued, pain in his voice.

"Yes, but he's not afraid to kiss me like that infront of other people." Dean said, causing the other boy to be silent for a moment.

"I can't come out. You got the shit beaten out of you, that only scared me farther into the closest." The taller of the two couldn't help but smile when he said this. "Plus, you've met me mum, Dean. She already hates you, my cousin told her, he tells her everything that goes on in me life. I swear she pays him to do so. But do you know what she'd do to me? I just can't..." His voice trailed off. "And I know I told you that I wanted to pretend that night didn't happen, but fuck, it did. I'm not gay, I just love you. Does there have to be a label on it?"

I'm not gay, I just love you. These words rang in Dean's head, he always loved the way Seamus put things.

"I'll-I'll think about it, Shay. Seceret dating...it's hard. I just don't want to ruin what we have. But...I'm going to break up Blaise, soon. I can't keep using him."

"You're using him? For what?" His sad expression faded as anger replaced it.

"Uh...to make you jealous."

"You'd really want to hurt me like that?"

"Hey! You were the one who told me to forget everything! I had every right to date someone else!"

"Well yeah, if you actually cared about them! Not if you wanted to hurt me!"

"Shay, I'm sorry-" Dean apoligzed, his volume lowering as Seamus flew up.

"Why do you keep hurting me, Dean?" He asked before slamming the door on his way out.