Last part of my rewritten update. I hope it is entertaining and a bit better than what was written previously. Less awkward at least. Reviews are always welcome and always wanted! Thank you for your time and hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: not mine stilllllll

Dean woke late the next day, trying to shift so the sun wasn't in his eyes. As his body moved he heard a groan and froze. Seamus was still curled on the bed, blissfully unaware of the tormenting sun. Of course, he had been the one to leave the bed curtains open. The dark skinned boy just shook his head, laying back down and letting out a sigh of contentment, shifting so the ray of light missed his eyes.

The second time he woke that day he was considerably more rested. The sun had moved through the sky, more of its annoying light sliding through the gap. There were voices in the room indicating his roommates were up. Sliding out of the other boy's grip, he sat on the edge of his bed and stretched.

"Nice to see you're awake, mate," Ron said from the corner of the room. He, Neville, and Harry were sitting around Neville's bed. At the redhead's comment they all grinned.

Dean glared at them. "Shut up."

"We were wondering why you didn't get up obscenely early like usual. But I guess your detention time just plum wore you out," the red head said, continuing to grin.

His eyes widened. "I wasn't-we didn't-" Of course, his slightly slow on the uptake friend chose that moment to wake up.

"Mornin'," he said sleepily, placing his feet on the floor before quickly retracting them. "'s cold."

Dean just groaned, getting to his feet. "I'm taking a shower." Rounding on his snickering roommates he glared. "Alone! I am taking a shower,alone!" he hollered, stomping to the bathroom.

"Harry, did you give him lessons on losing his temper?" he heard Neville tease the raven haired teen before the bathroom door slammed shut behind him.

His irritation faded with the hot water and by the time he was done and pruny Dean was feeling slightly less inclined to murder someone. Until Ron stuck his head into the bathroom. The darker Gryffindor had a toothbrush stuck in his mouth which made it difficult to frown at the red head.

"Wa's wron'?" he said. Apparently they had spent enough time together that Ron got the idea.

"Err, nothing. Uhm, well I lost and err..had to...ask you you know, what didhappen?" His ears were bright red.

"Nothing, so get your mind out of the gutter. Seamus respects no one's personal space." He shrugged, feigning nonchalance.

"Oh, that's a relief then," Ron said before slipping back out of the room. Before he could ask why it was a 'relief' he was gone. Dean, however, figured it out as soon as he walked out of the loo.

Seamus was sitting on Dean's bed talking to Dean's ex-girlfriend. She started giggling and Seamus flashed a sheepish smile. Whatever irritation he had managed to wash away in the shower returned full-force and he ground his teeth together.

The sandy haired boy looked up when Dean slammed the lid of his trunk closed. He was still smiling, opening his mouth to speak when Dean cut him off with a wave of his hand. "I don't want to hear it Seamus." He proceeded to stalk out of the room.

"What's wrong?" Seamus called, hobbling after him.

That did it. Any semelance of patience that had remained vanished and Dean whirled on the smaller boy.

"You really want to know what's wrong Shay?" he sneered. The other Gryffindor nodded meekly. "Arg! This is what's wrong!" he snapped, gesturing wildly between the two of them. "Thisis why I hate you," he said, gesturing again but including Ginny in it. "This is what makes me hate you, you stupid flirt! You! One minute you do one thing and the next the other, just, whatever Seamus!" he exlaimed.

Storming out of the room, Dean slammed the door, wishing it would come off its hinges. By the time he made it down to the Great Hall breakfast was almost over. He shoveled food on his plate before realizing he had no appetite.

He made his way to Transfiguration before being turned right around again by his irrate professor who wanted to know where Seamus was and why he wasn't helping him. Dean glared at everyone and anyone he passed as he stalked back towards the tower, happening upon the blond who was hobbling slowly down one of the staircases closest to Gryffindor tower.

Wordlessly, Dean helped him, a dark expression on his face. Seamus' made a few attempts at conversation throughout the day, withering under the glare Dean sent his way each and every time.

And so the rest of the week passed, Dean waking, helping Seamus, wrapping, unwrapping, rewrapping his ankle. Getting things he forgot. And above all, not speaking to him. By the time Saturday rolled around he was one giant ball of tension and anger.

Saturday dawned cold and bright and Dean made his way down to the Great Hall alone, leaving Seamus in bed. He didn't think his detention extended to cover weekends. Words washed over him from the other students and the staff as he glared at his plate of food.

"Dean, you alright?" Neville asked from across from him. The dark skinned boy shrugged and sighed.

"I'll see you in Hogsmade, yeah?" he asked, rubbing his eyes. He shoved his plate away before the other boy could answer, wanting to get back to the common room and his money. It was the last Hogsmade weekend before Christmas holidays and he had a few last minute things to get.

His temper had begun to cool as he walked towards his room and he was left feeling guilty. It wasn't Seamus' fault that Dean had once again let his hopes be brought up. It wasn't Seamus' fault that Dean had hoped on some level that he wouldn't just flirt with the next pretty face he saw. It wasn't Seamus' fault that Dean was expecting him to be someone he just wasn't.

Thankfully the Irish boy was no where to be found and soon Dean was on his way back downstairs, waiting with the rest of the people going to the village.

"Thomas, what are you doing?" his head of house asked.

Dean frowned up at her. "I'm going to Hogsmade."

"No, you most certainly are not. Your punishment is to help Mr. Finnagin around until he is back on his feet, and I don't see you doing that. Surely he is in no condition to go to Hogsmade, so I don't want to see you there either," she informed him. He gaped at her but she paid him no mind, leading the rest of the students outside.

Malfoy leered at him while his cronies laughed and Ron, Harry, and Neville shot him sympathetic looks. The dark skinned boy fumed for long minutes before stalking outside. He would have to face Seamus' sooner or later but he would much prefer later.

Deciding to take a walk instead, he made his way across the grass which was now lightly dusted in snow.

His hands had started to go numb before any of his anger subsided. Seamus, Seamus, Seamus, it always boiled down to that git! His detentions, his sore back, his sleepless nights, his being tormented by their roommates, his not being able to go to the village.

Dean continued to grind his teeth, stalking across the snowy grounds. Seamus had never claimed to like him as any more than a friend. But that boy was such a flirt. And Dean would let his hopes rise every time the boy made something any sane person would consider an advance. And every singletime his hopes got riddled with holes as Seamus would flirt with one girl after another right after.

Dean managed to climb to the highest Quidditch stand before he broke down. His cries were lost in the wind and his tears froze in tracks on his face. It was a long time that he sat there, cried out, staring over the lake, into the edges of the forbidden forest. By the time the sun was setting the fact that he had stormed off without anything more than a sweater had started to sink in. With a heavy heart and shaking hands he made his way back up to the castle and from there to the tower.

Despite the late hour, there were only a hand-full of people in the common room. Two of them being the two who he had screamed at earlier that morning. Ginny saw him and stood up quickly from her perch on the couch.

Seamus wasn't immediately visible, scrunched up in the arm chair as he was. His face was buried in his hands, knees drawn up to his chest. When he lifted his face, anguish was evident. Dean just shook his head, trudging up to their dorm room. He had started to shiver sometime on the way upstairs, and it was only getting worse.

He pulled pajamas on with shaking hands and burrowed under his comforter. Maybe if he slept long enough when he woke up it would be the end of the year and he could go home and not deal with anything.

Yeah, that sounded good.

Dean closed his eyes and drifted in and out of sleep. Thumping and muttered curses brought him out of his doze. His bed dipped as someone sat on the edge of it. "I'm real sorry," Seamus told him.

"Forget about it, Shay," Dean muttered from beneath his blankets. "Not your fault, just a bad day, is all. Forget it."

The other teen was quiet for long minutes. "How was Hogsmade?" he asked softly. Dean's eye twitched under the blanket. He forced his voice to remain calm.

"I, err, couldn't go. Apparently you weren't in a right state to be left alone." He finally poked his head above the covers, still shivering slightly. "It's whatever. Sorry for yelling at you earlier. Sometimes your flirting just gets a bit much to handle, especially when it's with my ex-girlfriend, on my bed," he said tiredly.

Seamus frowned, chewing on his lower lip. "I'm sorry. I didn't think-"

"Seamus, you never think," Dean said, giving the boy a half smile to soften his words. "You never think how your actions affect the people around you." His eyes drifted closed even as he sat up and leaned against the his headboard, pillow squashed against his chest. "Seamus, I just, I can't do this anymore."

"What do you mean?" the blond asked, and Dean look at him sharply. Real panic was evident in the other's voice now. "You….don't want to be friends with me anymore?" The slighter boy's chest was rising and falling rapidly.

"It's not like that, Shay, it's just, I don't know." His groaned, hiding his face in his pillow. Seamus was leaning forward, his hands on Dean's knees, over the blanket. He stayed like that until Dean removed his face, their eyes locking.

"What is it like then, Dean?" he whispered. "It's not fair of you to stop being my friend without an explanation." Dean's eyes were drawn to his lip which he chewed on while waiting for Dean to answer.

"I don't have to explain everything to you, Shay," he answered, words coming slowly. "And most things you'd figure out yourself if you just paid attention," he muttered as an afterthought, face reddening, glad that it wasn't as noticable as it would have been on the blond.

Seamus' eyes narrowed as his teeth dragged across his lower lip, the pink flesh flushed. Dean's eyes tracked the movement of his tongue as it darted out to moisten his lips. He ground his teeth together, and closed his eyes, praying for patience, or inner fortitude, or something. Somethingso he didn't reach across and grab the smaller teen, and force their lips together.

"You know the same goes for you too," Seamus said, breaking the silence. This was so unexpected that Dean opened his eyes, staring at him as if he'd grown a second head. "Sometimes you think you're so put upon, but if you just opened your eyes and got your head out of your ass, you'd realize that I don't likeany of the people I flirt with," he explained. And when had they gotten so close. Dean could feel the other's breath on his face.

His heart skipped several beats and then picked up a fast pounding rhythm. "Err, Shay?" Dean choked out. "W-what're you doing?"

The sandy haired boy sighed, his head falling forward to rest against Dean's. Dean could see the little strip of brown circling Seamus' pupils, flecks of brown coloring the hazel of his irises. "I don't know," the other murmured, his lips lightly coming in contact with Dean's. The taller boy froze as his breathing stopped and his heart tried to force its way out of his chest.

Seamus tensed, fingers digging into Dean's knees as he moved to pull back. Dean's mind seemed permantenly out to lunch. Before the blond could escape Dean's hand darted forward, grabbing the back of Seamus' neck and pulling him forward, their mouths pressing together.

It was an awkward first kiss, their noses smashed together, Seamus' tooth nicking Dean's lip. And then Seamus moved, tilting his head, pushing himself closer and Dean moaned in his mouth. That sound seemed to encourage the slighter teen, who shoved him down flat on the bed with surprising strength.

Seamus bit down hard on his lip, pulling a gasp from Dean, and exploring the newly opened area with his tongue. Dean moaned again, squirming beneath the blond. "God," Seamus gasped. "Dean don't do that," he groaned before recapturing the other's mouth.

"Why...not?" Dean gasped back at him, shifting on the bed again.

Seamus groaned, resting his head on his roommate's shoulder, panting. "Because everyone will be back from dinner soon and I'd rather them not walk in on me ravishing you senseless," he mumbled, lips tickling Dean's arm.

Dean's brain chose that moment to catch up, pointing out that at least he had stopped shivering. He grinned up at his friend. "What?" Seamus asked him, uncertainty flickering behind his eyes.

Dean's grin broadened. "You know, sometimes it feels like there's so many reasons why I hate you," he said. Seamus frowned at him, moving to get up. Dean grabbed his arms. "But I'm pretty sure there's a few more reasons why I love you," he finished and Seamus smiled back before resuming earlier activities, pressing Dean into the mattress.

"Oy, have you two worked things out ye-gah!" Ginny cried from the entrance to their room. "Boys are such perverts!" she exclaimed as she beat a hasty retreat, the two teens not pausing to take noticed of her.