AN: I know, I know, I'm a horrible person. :is ashamed: I know this is the last thing you want to hear but I just had a lot of really bad shite going down in my life and I've been uber busy trying to get myself back together. I'm terribly sorry for the wait on ALL of my stories, loves and I'm working to update all of them presently. I hope I haven't lost any of my readers! Please review so I know I'm still loved... or so you can properly chastise me.

Eclipse

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Harry groaned with the rest of the Gryffindors as the Slytherin chaser got a goal past Ron. Harry had almost decided not to come to the game, he knew it would drive him insane watching his team. Although, he had thought it would be Ginny, who was seeking, that he would be yelling at. To his dismay, he found the whole situation infuriating. It wasn't that the team was doing badly, on the contrary Ginny had stopped Draco from getting the snitch twice thus far, although she was unable to get it herself in the process. Only problem was the whole games was being played like that. It was like the two teams were fighting and the Gryffindors were stuck on defensive, unable to break the pattern and create a good offense. Katie Bell had landed one goal, but with the last goal the score was tied again.

The raven haired boy was torn, he wanted his team to win of course but it was hard to concentrate on that while thinking about how sexy Draco looked in his Quidditch robes. He wished Ginny would hurry up and catch the snitch so he could snog the blond silly.

Hermione had been surprised he was coming to the match at all, she had assumed he wouldn't be well enough. If he told himself the truth, so was Harry. At this point in his pregnancy Harry should have been a complete and utter wreck. Oddly enough, he felt wonderful, better than he had in ages.

Draco, on the other hand seemed to have contracted some sort of bug because he had felt absolutely horrible that morning. Harry had tried to convince him not to fly (with Ron flailing frantically behind the blond's back, trying to make him shut up because if Draco flew ill it would be easier for Ginny) but the blond had refused. Apparently if the Slytherin team backed out of another match (their keeper had suffered a broken leg the first match of the season) they would be disqualified. Still, Harry couldn't help but wish he could give some of his sudden good health to his boyfriend, the Slytherin certainly needed it.

"HARRY!" Everyone was standing and screaming, Hermione yelling in his ear.

"What? What I miss?" He quickly looked up at the sky to see what had happened. To his surprise and joy he saw Ginny waving the snitch about in her hand.

"It was brilliant!" Neville said excitedly. "She used that move you did before, first year. She dived and pulled out just in the nick of time. To Malfoy's credit he saw what she was doing but he must've thought she was completely bluffing because he didn't even try!"

"Wow," Harry murmured. "He must not have been able to see the snitch, the angle of Ginny's dive must have blocked it from view!" While everyone else filed out of the stadium to go to lunch Harry tried to get to Draco before the boy entered the Slytherin locker rooms.

As he got close he saw that the boy was rather green, and not just his robes. His shoulder's were slumped and he looked as if he was about to fall over on the spot. When the Gryffindor called out to him however, the blond immediately straightened and composed himself, mask firmly in place. As Harry sidled up next to him he put his hands on his hips and glared at the slightly taller boy.

"Oh no you don't, I saw that."

"Saw what?" Draco asked innocently.

"If I say 'at ease' will you stop with the aristocratic posture?" Draco's grey eyes became clouded with confusion.

"What does 'at ease' mean?" Harry's frown broke and he chuckled, hugging the blond.

"Sorry, it's a muggle thing. I wanted to get you to stop pretending like you're okay."

"Oh, but I'm not that bad." Harry snorted.

"You're GREEN, Draco." The Slytherin smirked. "I mean you're a sick green, you wanker."

"I'm just a little nauseous is all, nothing to worry about. I'll just go back to my dorm and rest and I'm sure I'll be fine by morning."

"Alright, if you say so. I'll come check on you tomorrow, okay?" The Slytherin nodded and with a quick peck on the cheek and a wave he walked into the locker rooms.

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"I'm telling you 'Mione, he needs to see Madame Pomphrey." The trio were sitting in front of the fire, Ron and Harry playing their habitual game of weekend chess with Hermione alternating from watching and reading. The current topic was one that made Ron roll his eyes a lot and Hermione to glare at him in turn: Draco.

"Well Harry, you said he looked ill but just because he's ill doesn't mean he needs to see Madame Pomphrey. After all, I doubt he's the type to allow himself to be uncomfortable if he can help it." Harry nodded. "In fact, I'm sure of it. If he was really feeling that bad he WOULD go to Madame Pomphrey."

"I guess," Harry said reluctantly.

"Speaking of Madame Pomphrey, what did she have to say about your sudden amazing health?" Hermione asked.

"Nothing really," Harry said. "She's as curious as I am. She even said that I should be having the insanely intense pains that Dumbledore warned me about ages ago."

"That's wicked, mate!" Ron blushed slightly as Hermione's eyebrows rose.

"Well it is!" He said indignantly. "Really weird, but who are we to frown upon Harry getting a break? It isn't as if he gets them a lot." The other two looked at him strangely but nodded. They were interrupted by Dean running in through the portrait hole, a black eye forming on his face and his lip cut and bleeding.

"Good sweet Merlin! Dean, what happened?" Hermione rose and walked over to the boy. She had to force him to stand still long enough for her to heal him.

"Some Slytherins jumped me again, after the match. Luna Lovegood and some of the other Ravenclaws saw and managed to break it up really quickly." He thanked Hermione and rose, a determined look on his face.

"Have any of you seen Seamus?" He questioned.

"No, why? Are you afraid they got him too?" Harry rose halfway from his chair, worry evident in his voice.

"No, I'm just looking for him. He saw me on my way back to the castle but right after I told him what had happened he gave me this sad look and started crying. Then he just says 'Its over, I'm breaking up with you' and runs off. I was so stunned that before I had my legs working again I had completely lost him."

"WHAT!" Three voices said in unison.

"I know, crazy right? Last night he was telling me how much he loved me and now he's breaking up with me. Something must've happened because judging from the fact that he was crying as he said it I'm assuming he didn't actually want to break it off."

"Dean, I'm so sorry!" Hermione said. Dean just shrugged.

"Like I said, I think something happened. I don't think he wanted to break up with me at all so it isn't as if this is painful or anything. I'm just really confused." They all nodded. "Any idea where he might have gone?" He asked.

"Half a sec, I'll go find out for you." Harry's eyes lit up and he sped up the stairs. Dean's eyebrows rose.

"Er, Harry has a way of tracking people." Ron fumbled out. The dark skinned Gryffindor just shrugged again.

"No need to explain, just another of the many secrets that are Harry Potter." There was the sound of Harry thumping back down the stairs.

"He's sitting by the lake, right where it meets the Forest."

"Thanks, Harry. And thanks again Hermione, for fixing my face." With that he ran out the door, determined to figure out what exactly had gone wrong with his boyfriend.

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When Dean finally found Seamus he was panting and out of breath, he plopped ungracefully next the to the Irishman until he got his breathing back under control. Then, a stroke of brilliance hit the boy and without further ado he leaned in front of Seamus and kissed him. The other boy moaned as Dean plunged his mouth and seemed to involuntarily respond to the kiss by parting his lips and entangling his hand in Dean's short hair. After a few minutes the Gryffindors broke apart. Seamus stared out at the lake, not meeting Dean's gaze.

"Seamus," Dean began. "You know as well as I do that you didn't want to break up with me. That kiss just proved it." The boy said nothing for another several minutes but tears began to flow from his eyes.

"I didn't want to." He whispered.

"Then why did you?" Dean was suddenly subject to teary, fire filled green eyes making contact with his own.

"I had to! It has to be this way! Don't ya see? They're only hurting you because you're with me!" Dean's brow furrowed.

"So what you're saying is that, you broke up with me to protect me?" Seamus nodded sadly and covered his face with his hands. Dean moved so that he was kneeling in front of his love. He forcefully pulled the boy's hands away from his face and looked him in the eyes.

"You have done some stupid things, Seamus but this takes the cake. Next time you plan on protecting me how about talk to me first? Did you ever think that maybe I don't mind getting beaten up occasionally if it means I can come back to the common room and have you to comfort me? Did it occur to you that maybe I don't mind because I know that in the end, you'll always be there? That it's okay because I love you so damn much I would do anything to keep you?"

"I-I just didn't want you to get hurt any more."

"Do you still love me?"

"Yes."

"Then don't try to break up with me again."

Dean allowed himself to fall back onto his bum, pulling Seamus into his lap and hugging him hard. The embrace was full of comfort, fulfilling the need both boys had to be engulfed by the other's love.

"I'm sorry." Seamus mumbled into Dean's neck.

"I can think of a way you can make it up to me." Dean said teasingly.

"Only one?" Was the purred reply.