All of the cruel words had made Seamus quite bitter. He wouldn't talk to anyone, even Dean, not even if they were completly alone. His head would always be facing the floor, his mouth always sewn shut. The only time his mouth ever opened is when he'd privatley kiss Dean in a bathroom or their empty dorm, but he still wouldn't say a word before or after. He'd ignore people, even teachers, when asked a direct question, pretending not to hear them.

Dean made sure always be near him. Seamus had no strength left to stand up for himself when people would say horrible things to him, so Dean took up the job of being the quiet boys voice. He couldn't help but feel it was his fault that Seamus went mute by sort of forcing him to come out, although every time he'd say it his only repsonse was the most passionte kiss he had ever felt.

It was about three weeks of being mute that Seamus finally spoke. Dean entered the common room, exhausted from Qudditch practice. He found Seamus sitting on his bed clutching a letter and reading it intently.

"She kicked me out." It was the first time in weeks that he heard the adorable Irish accent, and he couldn't help but feel a rush of warmth through his body. Just hearing his voice once more was like music to his hears. He was so happy to hear him speak he almost didn't comprehend what Seamus had said.

"Who?" He asked.

"Who do you think? Me mum, here read it." He held out the letter. Dean walked over and took a seat next to him on the bed, placing a kiss on his cheek.

"It's really good to hear you talk again." Admitted Dean.

"Don't get used to it." He whispered. He looked down at the depressed boy, not knowing how he could make him happy again. He pulled Seamus tightly agaisnt his chest and gently pressed his lips to his forehead before reading the letter.

Seamus-

I've sent your belongings to the Leaky Cauldron where you'll be staying until you come of age, I've paid one week for the room until your birthday. It's your problem after that.

Mrs. Finnigan

"She didn't even sign it 'Mum'." Seamus managed to choke out before he began to cry. All that Dean could think of to do was wrap his arms around him and hold him until he stopped. He reminded Seamus that after that week he would be living safely with Dean as long as he wanted, but it didn't stop his sobs.

"Wanna set it on fire?" Dean asked pulling Seamus away so he could look at his face. The Irish boys smile went across his entire face.

"You know me so well." He smiled before prying himself from Dean's grasp and grabbing his wand. They placed the letter in the center of the room, aiming his wand at it before muttering "Incendio." The parchment burst into flames, letting out a screeching howl as it did. "Shit! She knew I'd do that!" Seamus yelled covering his ears. His mother would enchament all the parchment she ever bought to make noise when it was set on fire, seeing as Seamus had a tendancy to secretly set things on fire at home. Well, not home anymore.

The fire ceased as the paper was reduced to ashes. Seamus admired his handy work for a moment before turning to Dean. They arms wrapped around each other as they began to kiss. Dean had to litteraly pick Seamus up off his feet, leaning down so far for so long was quite uncomfortable. He plopped him down his own bed before crawling over him. Seamus placed his hands on Dean's chest to push him up.

"No, let's snog on Ron's bed." He smiled evily. Dean obeyed with a smile as they travled to the Weasly's bed.

"Nice one, guys." Neville's voice laughed as the flew apart. "Sorry, I just needed my quill, carry on." He left with a wink. They returned to the bed, snogging until neither could breathe anymore. They layed next to each other on their backs, fingers intertwined.

"Shay, are we...you know, together?" Asked Dean.

"I guess. I mean, you love me and I love you, and that's there really is to it, ya know?" He answered. There was a short silence before he spoke again. "I'm not mad at you, just so you know, for kissing me and kinda exposing me. I'm just mad at everyone else for making such a big deal outta it." Unsure how to respond, Dean only rolled onto his side to kiss Seamus's freckly nose. "Let's go do our homework, Binns essay is due tommorow and I didn't even start." For the first time ever, Seamus allowed Dean to hold his hand in front of other people as they made their way downstairs.

Not even ten minutes later, Ron came flying down the stairs, Dean's wand tight in his grasp.

"Why was your wand on my bed?" Ron spat, chucking the wand at Dean.

"Shit, Ron, no need to throw things." He said retriving his wand.

"I've been tolerant of you two for Hermione's sake but I just can't anymore. I can't act like I'm okay with it." He said. Seamus was sitting at a desk, nervousily glancing at Ron and Dean, then hiding his face in his arms.

"You know, it's people like you that caused Shay to stop talking. How would you feel if the person you loved wouldn't say a word to you? I've been tolerant of you because I didn't want to be a dick, but I can't act like I'm okay with you being an ignorant bastard all the time! You saying all these things hurt worse than Crabbe and Goyle because I thought you were our friend! How come you're okay with Lavender and Pansy? Because they're girls? Do you think we're gonna hit on you because I think Shay and I have both made it quite clear that we like each other and not you, Ron." Dean yelled.

"It's not my fault that you two are gay, so don't blame me for my actions." Ron argued.

"That was probabaly the stupidest thing you've ever said, and you've said some stupid things. It's no one's fault that we aren't straight, we were born like that. And yes, I will blame you for your actions because you make them. It's already frustrating enough being what you call, abnormal, and then you have to go and make it worse by saying all these horrible things? Shay just got kicked out of his own bloody house, his own mother disowned him. The last thing he needs is you-"

"His mother had every right to do that! He's a fag and it's bloody disgusting!"

"Shut the fuck up!" Seamus yelled, turning around. "I'll tell everyone right now, Ron! I will! Don't think I don't know why you act like that towards us!"

"What are you talking about..." Ron asked nervousily.

"You know." He repsonded, hate in his eyes. Several more people had come down from their domortries to watch the fight. "You left your bloody journal out two weeks ago. I think you should be thanking me for not telling everyone by now."

"You read it?"

"I made copies, too." He smiled. "I knew you'd deny everything or might even destroy the journal once I've told everyone-"

"Don't say anything! You bastard!" Ron begged.

"What are you two-?" Dean started to ask.

Seamus only smiled as Ron grew panicked. "Ron's got a little crush on-"

"Don't!" He screamed.

"Dean. Ron likes Dean and he's filled quite a few pages with these very detailed dreams he's had..." Rons face went blank as people began to whisper. "It's why he hates me so much, he's also had dreams about finishing me off so he could have Dean to himself. Isn't that right?" The ginger fled the room before answering, storming out of the common room.

"You knew that all along and you haven't told until now?" Dean asked as everyone gasped in shock.

"Well, I was taught to never fight fire with fire. But hey, I fucking love fire." For the first time, they kissed infront other people. The last two weeks of school were quite enjoyable. Ron seemed to leave them both alone, and was even the first person to defend them when Crabbe or Goyle said anything. Seamus was himself again, talking and laughing like he used to. He had no shame in holding Dean's hand or even kissing him no matter who was watching.

His week at the Leaky Cauldron was filled with visits from Dean and even Hermione once or twice. He moved into Dean's spare bedroom, although he spent most nights in Dean's room, sleeping in his arms. They both got summer jobs at a diner down the road from Dean's house, detirmned to save up enough Muggle money to buy a place of their own.

"Well, one more year." Seamus said on the last day of their summer holidays.

"Yup. And I reckon this one will be a lot better than last year." They sat in Dean's old tree house, which they had restored for a place to hang out. Seamus had accidently taken off the roof in a rather loud explosion a few weeks ago. Instead of replacing it, they decided to keep it off so they could enjoy the stars. "Now that I've got me a boyfriend."

"Ugh, you know I hate that word." Seamus groaned, always hating labels. "Can we not be mushy and just have sex instead?"

"No! You've had it your way almost every day now. Not that I don't enjoy it, but I think we should take a night to be mushy." Dean squeezed him tigher.

"C'mon, you know you want me." Seamus teased.

"I always have."