I haven't updated this in far too long, I apologise. This is the final chapter, I hope you all enjoy. Thank you so much for reading. I would like to give a very special thanks to those who took the time to review! :')

Chapter 3

His lips were gone and his presence was gone.

I opened my eyes wishing I were wrong and he was standing right in front of me with that perfect grin on his perfect face. But he wasn't. Dean had just disappeared. If I hadn't heard Hermione tell Harry and Ron about a million times that you couldn't apparate inside of Hogwarts I would have sworn he had just disapparated, he had disappeared so silently and quickly.

I sighed, confused yet again.

I didn't see him again until the next morning. He didn't come to bed until I was asleep. This time I woke up first and as I emerged from the bathroom I saw him sneaking out the door.

"Dean!" I hissed, trying not to wake the rest of the guys.

He glanced back at me. He looked scared. I made my way over to him and pushed him gently out the door so I could close it behind us. I looked at him for a few moments, not saying a word.

He just stared back at me. That 'rabbit caught in headlights' expression never left his face.

"Why?" I asked him eventually.

He simply shook his head slightly and swallowed.

A flash of anger ran through me. He couldn't do this to me! It wasn't fair.

I frowned at him and crossed my arms.

Waiting.

He lowered his eyes to the ground.

That just made me more frustrated. My patience was wearing thin.

"Dean? Oi, mate?" I confronted him again, raising my voice.

He flicked his eyes up to me for a second and opened his mouth slightly. I thought he was about to give me some sort of explanation but he backed out and dropped his eyes again.

"You can't do this to me, Dean," I mumbled. My anger was gone now, replaced with sadness and shame.

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

"It's not good enough Dean. You can't just use me whenever you like and then drop me. I want to help you in any way I can but you're messing with me now. You're messing with my feelings and it's not fair. When you kissed me yesterday…" I faltered.

I glanced at Dean, I hadn't realised I had even looked away.

He was staring at me like I was some strange, unknown creature. Anger flared up in me again.

"No, look. Fuck you, alright? I'm sick of it now, I'm sick of you treating me like shit. It's fine if you don't love me but I love you Dean. Okay? I am in love with you. And I can't deal with it anymore."

I felt coldness wash over me, like some Dementors had just arrived. My stomach seemed to have dropped out of me.

Shit. What did I say that for?

His eyes had widened to about twice their usual size. To be honest, it would have been comical if it hadn't been so awkward.

Suddenly I turned and ran down the stairs. I had to get away. Away from from from Hogwarts.

I kept running; out of Gryffindor Tower, down the staircases, out of the Entrance Hall, through the main door, across the grass until I reached the Black Lake. There, I threw myself down on the ground and leaned up against a tree with my knees to my chest.

Tears flooded down my face, pouring from both of my eyes. I could hardly see through them. My nose was running all over the place, my mouth was wobbling; my breath was shaky and shallow. Feelings of anger, shame, embarrassment, rejection, loss and frustration surged through me. Without noticing I began ripping up the grass from the ground and shredding it to pieces between my fingers. My stomach was a knot of anxiety. Panic raced through my body increasing my heart rate. My head was feeling heavy and headachy; my eyes were beginning to sting.

I let out a huge sigh and drooped my head back, letting my eyes fall shut.

When I woke up it was dark.

Dean was there, crouching down beside me. His eyes flooded with relief when he saw I was awake.

"Oh god Shay, I didn't know what was wrong with you for a second," he cried, throwing his arms around me.

I blinked.

What was happening?

"Dean?" I mumbled questioningly.

He leaned away from me and ran his hands through my hair. He smoothed down my fringe and skimmed his fingertips across my jaw. I stared at him, this was bizarre.

"I couldn't find you," Dean told me sounding hurt, "I didn't know where you went and no one had seen you."

I just looked at him.

"I was worried," he admitted. A blush crept up on his cheeks.

"I'm fine," I assured him, frowning.

He looked at me and went into protective mode again, "Are you sure you're alright? You're frowning. Does your head hurt? Did you hit your head or something? Merlin you're freezing, you could have pneumonia or something! Come on, let's get you inside."

Ugh, why is he rambling?

"Dean? Shut up, would you?" I sighed.

"Sorry," he muttered.

I sighed again heavily.

"What are you even doing here? What do you want? You clearly don't want me so just fuck off and we can forget this ever happened and get back to normal, yeah?" I blurted out tiredly, looking him in the eye.

It pained me to say it. So so much. My heart was aching with the weight of my words. Every fragile piece of my body screamed out at me to shut up. I felt as if I was in danger of breaking at any moment. He was so beautiful and so perfect for me. Even just looking at him made me want him more than anything else, ever.

But it needed to be said.

Dean was the most important person in the world to me and if I couldn't have him as my boyfriend I would have to do with him as my friend. It was best friend or nothing.

Best friend would always be a million times better.

I dropped my eyes from his gaze as I attempted to lift myself off the ground. My muscles were all stiff from the hours of sleep in that awkward position. The frozen, mucky, rocky, uneven ground and the foggy mist didn't help either.

I was certain that that would be it.

I would get up and walk away and go back to the dorm and the next time I saw Dean we would pretend none of this had ever happened.

Of course, I was disappointed and hurting but I was calmly resolute in a strange sort of way. It hadn't really occurred to me that I could be wrong. I had accepted it.

Until I heard him laugh.

I flinched around quickly. I was still half way up off the ground and the movement made me fall back down again, bruising myself.

He was just crouching there looking at me laughing gently to himself.

"What the fuck?" I croaked harshly, my voice still hoarse from the crying and the sleep, "How is this in any way funny?"

He actively made an effort to restrain himself and calm himself down. I could see it in his expression; in the way he bit his lip and frowned a little, little bumps racing across his forehead and took in deep conscious breaths.

When he had calmed down enough, he sat down properly beside me and looked me straight in the eye, smiling.

"You don't understand do you?" he murmured softly.

"No," I replied defiantly, "I definitely fucking don't."

He shook his head a little from side to side still smiling.

"Shay…" he smiled, "I love you too."

Now that was a shock.

I felt my jaw slacken as I stared at him open-mouthed.

"What?" I mumbled.

"I am in love with you, you idiot," he clarified.

I shook my head incredulously.

He couldn't be in love with me.

How could he love me?

How could amazing, brilliant, perfect Dean love me?

I continued shaking my head. It had to be a joke. "You're messing?" I asked timidly. His smile faltered a little.

"No Séamus. No, no, no. I'm not joking at all!" he said, opening his eyes widely making himself look so very honest, "I swear to you Shay. I. love. you."

There was a pause where neither of us said anything. He could tell that I didn't really believe him.

"Séamus? Séamus Patrick Martin Finnegan. I am in love with you!" he declared, "I know I didn't really show it at first. It took me a long time to realise it! But I felt something that first time we kissed and it was new and special but I just thought that was it, it was because it was a new experience and it was different and strange. It made me see you in a new light though, mate. I couldn't keep my eyes off you whenever we were together. You never left my mind. And when you were hurt…. Oh god, I worried so much. I couldn't bear the thought of you being hurt! I was confused and messed up. You really wrecked my head… I'm so, so, so sorry for hurting you Shay. I should never have used you in the first place. And I should never have left you without any explanation after the second time we kissed. That's when I knew though. After that second kiss? I knew then that it wasn't just because you were a guy or because it was a one off, a weird experience. I knew then that it was you. I realised that you're all I want and all I have ever wanted. I just didn't know it before. I know how I feel now, I promise."

Dean's face was open and honest and his voice was fast paced and he tripped over his words so many times I just had to believe him.

He pressed on.

"See, you're like the wind Shay. You keep me alert and lively, you awaken my day, every day. You always pick me up when I'm down. You randomly sweep into my life sometimes and mess things up, change things around and it's exciting and never ever boring with you. And I love it. You're like a hurricane, wreaking havoc wherever you go; memorable and exhilarating and sometimes downright terrifying but always always awe-inspiring and beautiful. You remind people that they're alive. You remind me that I'm alive. It's like… Like I'm a smouldering fire - nothing special. Surviving but not living, just there in the background with no purpose and then you come in like a breath of fresh air and you give me that oxygen that I need to ignite. You light the fire within me. Okay? With you I'm passionate and strong and full of life and you are the reason for that. You are the air I breathe. You are the oxygen I need to survive but more importantly to live. Without you, I'm nothing. You are my life."

I let out a breath I hadn't realised I was holding. Jesus, Mary and Joseph and the bloody donkey that brought them all to Bethlehem! No one could fake that. Not even Dean.

I let out a small huff of laughter. That had to be the cringiest, sappiest bullshit I have ever heard in my life. But it was also fricking adorable. And God above, maybe he was telling the truth.

Maybe I just needed to believe him. I did trust Dean when it came down to it.

I met his eyes again. He looked anxious.

"Please say something Shay? I know it's cheesy but it's true," he whispered, biting on his bottom lip.

"I believe you," I whispered back, "I love you."

His whole face lit up when I said those words. I swear I would keep saying them all day every day if they made him this happy.

"I love you too," he replied grinning at me, "I love you I love you I love you I love you!"

I chuckled a bit and leant closer nudging against his cheek with my nose. "Come on then," I smirked feeling more confident now. "Hm?" he nuzzled back.

"Kiss me," I whispered into his ear.

He pulled away from my face, smiling more happily than I have ever seen him before. He lifted his right hand and brushed it against my cheek. "Love you" he muttered before pressing his lips against mine for the third time.

Another A/N: I don't know what Séamus's real middle names are so I just made them up. I hope I didn't offend anyone with my use of God etc as swear words. I tried to make his speech authentic. Well, this is how I imagine him to speak anyway.

Anyway yes, thank you again again for reading! Have a good day (or night) :')