A/N: This is for all those brilliant people who have reviewed so far. Have a cookie.
Disclaimer: I own nothing apart from a brand new watch. Woo! I will not put this one through the wash.
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Seamus didn't like Thursdays. His life seemed to follow the pattern that if he was going to be ill, it would start on a Thursday and not stop until Tuesday rolled around. As per usual, this Thursday was no different to hundreds before it.
He'd been to see Pomfrey that morning, to see what was wrong with him this time. She's taken one look at him, given him a potion that made his mouth feel like ice and told him to go back to bed.
He was of course, perfectly eager to follow her instructions and quickly returned to the comfort of Dean's bed. He always slept in Dean's bed whenever he was ill. It was comforting. And Dean never minded. Whenever class was over Dean would come back up to the dorm and they'd curl up in his bed together and just talk. It was like an unspoken agreement. And Seamus loved it.
So when the dormitory door banged open, Seamus pretended to be asleep because it was always so much more fun when Dean kissed him to wake him up. When nothing happened Seamus opened his eyes again and sat up, peering around the dark dormitory. The sound of someone crying met his ears and he realised that the curtains round Harry's bed had been pulled shut.
"Harry?" he asked, climbing out of Dean's bed and padding to stand next to the closed curtains.
"G'way," Harry moaned from behind the curtains, his voice muffled by tears.
"Harry?" he asked again "do you wanna talk?"
"No. Go away."
Seamus teetered on the edge of uncertainty for a moment before deciding to listen to his inner Gryffindor and opened the curtains. Harry was curled up in the foetal position, crying all over his pillow.
"Leave me alone," Harry whined, attempting to bury himself beneath his pillow, the perfect image of pathetic-ness.
Ignoring Harry, Seamus settled himself down on the edge of the bed and began messaging his shoulders.
"What… what you doing?" Harry asked, shoulders tensing, voice only just discernable beneath the tears.
"Whatever's wrong with you, you need to relax. Then everything will look better than it does now."
Harry didn't reply but he did relax his posture slightly and the volume of his crying dropped a little. Seamus didn't speak as he slowly eased the tenseness out of Harry's back and shoulders, knowing that Harry needed to talk first. After about ten minutes Harry eventually spoke.
"Where'd you learn to do this?" he asked, his voice still uneven but almost back to normal.
"Dean taught me," Seamus explained, still rubbing gentle circles down Harry's spine.
Silence filled the room as Harry seemed to struggle to find the right words and Seamus worked on a particularly stubborn patch at the base of Harry's left shoulder blade.
"I'm in love," Harry burst out eventually, sitting up and turning to face Seamus.
Seamus nodding understandingly, picking up Harry's hand and beginning to ease the tension out of that as he no longer had access to Harry's back.
"And how do they feel?" he asked gently.
"He doesn't want to know," Harry said, furiously trying to wipe away the tears that were sliding down his cheeks.
"Did you ask or are you just assuming?"
"I told him I loved him and he just laughed at me."
"Well, then it looks like you're going to have to get over him. If he doesn't feel the same way then there's not really much you can do. You'll just have to try and not think about him."
Harry gave him a look that said quite clearly yeah, like that's ever going to happen.
"I know it sounds hard but that's all there is. You'll just have to live with it. And maybe, one day not too far away, Malfoy'll realise that he feels the same way."
Harry nodded slightly, eyes downcast.
"Oh come here," said Seamus exasperatedly "have a hug."
Harry was quickly surrounded by strong arms and he felt much calmer than he had in the past two days. Without thinking he tilted his head sideways and gently kissed Seamus on the lips. Seamus froze and after a few seconds Harry realised what he was doing and pulled away.
"Oh my God, Seamus. I'm so sorry," he moaned, burying his face in his hands "I don't know what I was thinking. It's just, you were being so nice and I felt so alone and you-"
"Don't worry about it," Seamus said, patting him gently on the shoulder "I understand completely and it doesn't matter. Just don't tell Dean. He'll kill you."
Harry broke into the first smile Seamus had seen in a long time and even managed a small laugh.
"Thanks mate."
"No problem," said Seamus, standing up and moving back over to Dean's bed "I need to get some sleep. Pomfrey'll kill me if I'm not resting."
Harry nodded, standing up and moving to the door. He paused for a moment, at the door; hand on the handle, a puzzled expression on his face.
"When did I say it was Draco?"
"Harry, as it's you, there's nobody else it could be."
Harry took that to be the only answer he would get. He eased the door open and slid out, gently shutting it behind him. Seamus watched him go, before shaking his head in exasperation and settling down to wait for Dean.
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A/N: I just realised Seamus ended up very girly. Oh well. Review?