I do not own Harry Potter. J.K.R does, All hail. Yippee. This is part 1 of what will be 3 parts, but not all Seamus/Dean. Also, It is not likely that the whole Gryffindor boys dorm is gay, but in my world, they so are!

I open my eyes slowly and wince as my headache flares. As I close my eyes again a warm body snuggles closer to me.

Seamus. I try to remember the night before but all I get is flashes of Seamus. Seamus my lovely boyfriend, kissing me in the common room, petting my ass on the way up stairs, moaning my name loudly as I thrust into him and we both find our release. Damn, now I've got morning wood. Just great.

Sea moves his head to my chest and immediately starts drooling in the vicinity of my nipple. I smile and wonder what it means that I don't mind him slobbering on me, then slide my hand down his side. He wakes and kisses away his spit before tensing and running, naked, out of the room. I follow him, putting my pajama bottoms on first, into the bathroom.

He is bent over the toilet retching and I quickly go to him, rubbing his back and noticing that my erection is gone, with good reason. I pull his hair back as he hasn't cut it since fourth year and it is rather long now. He stops throwing up and flushes the toilet, turns to smile weakly at me.

"Oh Honey, bad this time, huh?" I pull him to me and kiss his forehead.

"Sorry Dean." He says, his voice a bit hoarse.

"It's fine. Are you okay now?"

"I think so… Maybe not." He turns back to the toilet and I wince at the painful sounding heaves. I hold his hair again. A loud scream comes from the dorm and I know who it is.

"Ron." I say. Seamus breathes for a second before telling me to go.

I walk into the dorm expecting to find Ron cursing his hangover. Instead I find him in Neville's bed, holding him while Nev cries and tries to hit him. I stare at the bizarre scene for a few moments, neither of them noticing my presence in the room.

"Neville I really do! I mean it!"

"You can't even say it! You don't even fucking remember last night! I can't believe I slept with you!" My eyes go wide. Did Neville just say 'fuck'? Wait! He slept with Ron? I decide to ask Ron about this later and leave the room, grabbing Sea's pajamas on the way out.

When I get back to Seamus I find him sprawled on the floor in front of the toilet. I sit next to him and rub his back some more.

"Honey? I brought your pants." He grunts at me and I laugh. "Get dressed. I don't want anyone else ogling you, that's my job." I give his butt a light tap and he scowls up at me. He puts his pants on and pulls me down to lie on the floor with him, wrapping me tightly in his arms. With my head on his shoulder, I start to fall asleep again.

"Sweetie don't fall asleep on the floor. Let's go back to the dorm."

"We can't, Ron and Nev are fighting."

"Neville fighting? We should help him!"

"No, Ron's the one who needs help. Nev's pissed."

"'Malfoy's being a prick' pissed, or 'Quidditch is cancelled' pissed?"

"Quidditch."

"Ouch. What did Ron do this time?"

"Slept with Neville last night and didn't remember it this morning."

"What? I didn't just hear that."

"Yep, so Neville is very mad. I say we go to the common room." Seamus agrees and I move to kiss him but he stops me. "What?" He smiles sheepishly again.

"Haven't brushed my teeth yet." I feel my nose scrunch.

"Thanks for saving me." I smile, and help him up to brush our teeth. Then we head to the common room.

We curl up on the couch, pulling a blanket over us and I rest my head on Sea's chest, lying on top of him because the common room couches are relatively small. I am almost asleep again when the painting slams shut. Harry walks in, obviously very angry. He sneers at us, which is decidedly not a Harry thing to do, and rolls his eyes.

"Please tell me you two are clothed under that thing."

"Yep, we have pants on." I answer sleepily.

"Ugh! Why do you two have to be all lovey all the freaking time? It's disgusting! Really, it's like, what do I have to do to avoid all the damned couples?"

"We could fight if you like." I offer.

"Would you?"

"Sure!" I stare down at Seamus, "Football!" Seamus scowls.

"Quidditch!" I can't help but smile at the look on his face.

"Football." I say softly as I lean down to kiss him.

"Oh honestly!" Harry shouts, "I'm going to the dorm!"

"Oh don't go up there! Ron and Neville are fighting. For real."

"Good! At least someone else is suffering!" He storms off, not sparing us a last glance. A few moments pass, and Seamus and I are almost asleep again, when Harry walks slowly down the stairs. He has a dazed expression and he turns to me.

"I thought you said they were fighting." He says.

"They were. Neville was, well, very upset. Did they make up?"

"They… They're shagging. Ron didn't even tell me that he… I can't believe…"

"Um, maybe you should go lay down? I'm sure Hermione would let you use her room…" Harry walks off in the direction of the girl's dorms, nodding.

We lie there for about five minutes and finally, finally fall back asleep.