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Seamus didn't really go unconscious. He just didn't want to face anyone. After Dean had taken off for the second time he stayed lying on the floor with his eyes tight shut, blocking out the world.

"Uh, what are you doing?"

Seamus opened his eyes a tiny bit. A tall red haired boy was standing over him, looking confused. He closed his eyes again.

"Go away Ron." He mumbled, not moving.

Ron thought for a second, then dismissed the idea of asking more nosy questions and shrugged.

"Do you know where Dean is?" He asked, giving the crumpled heap in front of him a slight kick with his foot.

Seamus ignored the nudge. Dean. Where had he taken off to this time? He felt like such an idiot. His best friend had given him what he'd wanted most and he blamed himself for screwing it up for both of them. He remembered when Dean had made that first move on him a few days ago in the corridor. Seamus tried to take it too far and now nothing would be the same between him. He'd probably put Dean off boys for life.

"Helloooo?"

Ron stuck his head forward and waved his hand in Seamus' face, trying to gain his attention. Seamus shook his head and curled up tighter. He hated himself.

When Seamus blearily awoke in his bed the next morning, Dean's was already empty. In fact, as he looked around, all of the beds were empty except his.

Shit.

He quickly threw a shirt over his head, wrestled some trousers on and legged it to breakfast. He was in such a panic that when he reached the hall, he didn't realize the odd looks he was getting and the slightly awkward atmosphere surrounding his friends until he reached his usual spot. Ron whispered something to Harry, both of their eyes still fixed on the boy across the table from them. Harry widened his eyes and whispered something back. Seamus scowled, suddenly feeling very paranoid.

"What?" he spat, his voice a little croaky from just waking up.

The boys stayed silent, occasionally glancing at each other. Seamus looked down at his clothes. Argh, he was dressed casually! That must've been why people were looking at him weirdly.

"Oh my gosh, no way!" an excited squeak came from the end of the table. "Get out of town!"

They all turned their attention to the small gathering of some Slytherin girls around Neville. Neville was grinning like a happy snowman and nodding his head.

"There he is!" one of them squealed, pointing at Seamus.

He frowned as the gaggle slid towards him. One of the girls started giggling again. What was happening? Seamus hated being the but of the joke, especially when he didn't even know what the joke was. Normally Dean would be here to help swat them off. Not today, though.

"Neville, what the fuck is going on?" He shouted. He really did not need this added attention right now.

"SLYTHERINS!" the voice of Snape boomed across the room. "BACK TO YOUR OWN TABLE."

Seamus breathed a sigh of relief as the crowd around him dispersed. As the chatter in the room went back to normal he shot another look at Neville.

"I, uh, told them about, uh, you." He fumbled on his words, the Cheshire cat like grin wiped clean off his face.

"What do you mean? About my... clothes?"

"Mate, no one gives a toss about your clothes." Ron laughed, making Seamus even more confused.

"Neville has spent his morning informing other students of Hogwarts about yours and Deans... activities." Hermione helpfully put in, looking a bit sheepish.

"What?" Seamus was bewildered.

"I kind of... saw you?" Neville coughed. "When Dean saw me he jumped up so I ran off. I think he might have tried to follow me but I hid."

That was why Dean had disappeared! Not because he was having second thoughts, but because Neville had walked in. He knew his best friend hated taking risks or getting any unnecessary attention and was probably hiding at that very moment. Seamus was glad he didn't put any food on his plate - he suddenly wasn't hungry. He sprung to his feet and slipped out of the room. He had to find Dean. He had to know where he stood with him before he started making assumptions and conclusions.

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