Vulnera Sanentur

Chapter 6: Tryouts

A/N: I write when I'm bored. Whoops.

Disclaimer: I'm not the magnificent author of Harry Potter, but I have borrowed her toys to play with. Whoops. Enjoy this fanfic.

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Entropy, that was the word. Blaise had never personally picked on a Gryffindor, he honestly belonged there. No one believed him out of his new friend group. The red and gold assaulted all he had known for the past 7 years, but he'd grown accustomed to it in the 2 days since he's left Slytherin. They've all been giving him shit for it. Even Draco wouldn't look at him. Some friendship that was.

Seamus stirred in bed, grabbing Harry and pulling him on top of himself so he could lay on his back and still have Harry intertwined in his arms. Without the bond keeping them content, this might've been uncomfortable. It wasn't, though.

Dean breathed evenly throughout the dorm, but his breath hitched every other second. Even with his curtains closed, Blaise knew his new mate was dreaming of Ginny. Blaise smiled, laying back in bed and relaxing, listening to his friend over the snoring of Ron and Neville. They were in sync so it was easy to listen in between snores.

The sun rose slowly, illuminating the dorm. The first to awaken, other than Blaise, was Seamus. He opened his eyes and saw Harry on top of him. With a lazy grin in his face, he pushed Harry over back onto the bed and stumbled to the showers. He turned on the tap, the water magically heating to just the right temperature.

"Morning, Seamus." Zabini walked in, starting the shower 2 spots away from the Irishman. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Mm? Yeah, sure."

"How long have you been a..." Blaise motioned to the scar on Seamus' side. Seamus grimaced.

"2 weeks, now."

"So have you, uh, done it yet?" Blaise was pushing it.

"No. Nearly 2 weeks before the first time." Seamus winced, fear welling up in his chest. He was terrified of the first time. Scared of his bones breaking and shifting. Scared of being something else. Scared of hurting Harry. Seamus was scared of losing control. His face contorted into a distressed frown.

"Seamus? Are you alright?" Blaise's voice was laced with worry.

"Yeah, yeah. 'm fine." Seamus finished his shower, grabbed a towel, and retreated to get dressed.

He was more careless than usual, throwing on a shirt and jumper, barely making his tie look like a tie. He left his cloak behind and walked down into the common room. Harry didn't have time to shower, so he was already getting dressed. Seamus would wait for him to get down.

Harry came stumbling down the stairs, still getting one shoe seated on his foot.

"Morning Shay." Harry was too cheerful for having just woken up. He walked over and kissed Seamus.

"You smell like me. 'ts nice." Seamus mumbled after the kiss. A wolfish grin on his face. He knew it was the wolf in him causing the reaction, but he welcomed it. Harry didn't seem to mind. They laced their fingers together and embraced in one of their firmer hugs.

Harry's stomach, rumbled.

"Time for food! Let's go Har." Seamus began nearly sprinting out of the common room, dragging Harry along. The prospect of food really did wake Seamus up. Harry would have to remember that.