#seamus finnigan + explosions

[kind-hufflepuff]

FIRE BENDER SEAMUS FINNIGAN

#aesthetic #harry potter #harry potter ships #harry potter aesthetic #hogwarts house #ship #seamus finnigan #firebender #fire bending #fire elemental #fire control #explosives #atla au #seamus x dean #geko animagus #gay #lgbt #fire nation

[girl-next-door-writes]

There You Are: Rashes

Characters: George Weasley x reader

Summary: An incident in a potions class leads to a revelation. Sadly, the person who delivers the bombshell is not about to give him the information he so desperately craves.

Word Count: 1491 words

When you found out who your soulmate was, you were going to kill them. This was not the first time Filch had accused you of something you certainly had no part in, but this was the first time you’d ended up in detention for it. Something about fireworks or firecrackers, it hadn’t been very clear what it was you’d allegedly done, but it was very apparent that it was stupid and dangerous. Great. Your soulmate was stupid and dangerous as well as not attracted to you.

Your stomach grumbled. At least a lunch time detention was shorter than an after school one, and you thanked Merlin for small mercies as you made your way to the Great Hall.

As you began to eat, your eyes scanned the room. Stupid, dangerous, explosions, who could that be? Seamus Finnigan was always blowing things up, Neville Longbottom had his fair share of mishaps, but surely if your soulmate was one of those two then you would have had more burns than this one.

George was rubbing his arm again with a frown. The burn was bothering him but the fact that Filch seemed to have given up the chase rather easily concerned him more. Maybe that old man was coming up with some crafty plan to catch them out, they would have to be more careful for a while.

“Knut for your thoughts.” Angelina smiled brightly as she sat down opposite the twins.

“That’s generous for one of Georgie boy’s thoughts.” Fred grinned, nudging his brother.

“Well, he’d best brush up on his conversation skills because I have a friend who was wondering if George would be going to Hogsmede next weekend.”

“A ‘friend’?” George raised an eyebrow, trying to hide his skepticism. “Lee’s been talking to you, hasn’t he.”

“Maybe, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know the perfect pairing for you.” Angelina beamed.

“I’ll think about it.” He answered rather grudgingly, knowing that was the best strategy to cut this conversation short. Getting to his feet, he slung his satchel over his shoulder and looked at his brother pointedly. “Potions.”

“You’re really in a rush to get to Snape’s class? Something must be wrong.” Fred rolled his eyes at Angelina as he joined his twin. As they traipsed out of the hall, George’s bag hit a few people still sitting at the table, one of which was you.

“Bloody Weasley.” You growled under your breath. “Think they own the place.”

“They are fit though.” Your friend Annabeth sighed as she watched the twins walk away.

“Fit for nothing.” You huffed, grabbing your things, ready to rush to transfigurations.

George’s mind really was wandering today. As much as he tried to focus on this potion, he kept catching a glimpse of that crescent shaped burn on his forearm and wondering if there was a matching one somewhere in the castle. He didn’t like the thought that something he had done hurt you, but the idea of whoever you were, looking at that mark, and knowing he existed made his heart flutter.

“Mr Weasley.” Snapes voice cut through his thoughts like a hot knife through butter. “Can you add the next ingredient?”

George looked from Snape to his brother and back again, before picking up a vial from the stand and emptying it into the cauldron. Too late he saw the professors eyes widen slightly and the potion began to bubble uncontrollably before blowing up over George. Luckily, he had raised his hands to prevent it going in his face, but the back of his hands and his neck began to itch as the purple liquid clung to his skin.

“CAREFUL!” Bellowed Snape, stepping through the crowd of students and handing George a cloth to wipe himself. “Reckless behaviour has consequences, Mr Weasley. Why on earth you would pour arum maculatum into a potion that already contains traces of aconitum napellus is beyond me. You are lucky you have only given yourself a nasty rash.” He frowned as he studied the blotches blooming across the boys skin. “Class dismissed. I have a healing potion to brew. Weasley, go to Madame Pomfrey then return here to collect the potion.”

George simply nodded sheepishly, not daring to irritate Snape more than he obviously was, in case he decided to slip something in this ‘healing’ potion of his.

Professor McGonagall was in the middle of a serious point when you let out a shriek, your hand raising to your neck as if you had been bitten. She turned to admonish you for your outburst when she spotted the rash on your hands.

“What happened, dear?” She asked as she moved closer, taking care not to touch you.

“I-I don’t know.” Your eyes grew wide as you stared at your hands as the blotches seemed to bloom.

“Get yourself to Madame Pomfrey, she will know what to do.”

The wonderful school nurse had indeed known what to do. She had liberally applied a soothing balm to your skin, which had taken some of the heat out of the rash. She then said that Professor Snape knew of a healing potion for what appeared to be a reaction to monkshood and lords and ladies, a mixture she had not seen in a long time. You had thanked her, pulled your sleeves over your hands, and headed off to find the irritable professor.

“Oi! Watch it!” Fred frowned as you shoulder barged past his brother as they headed into the infirmary.

“Ah, boys, what can I do for you two today?” Madame Pomfrey gave the twins an exasperated smile. Their antics often amused her, but she did worry about their safety.

“Just an incident in potions, no big deal.” Fred gave her his best winning smile and pushed his brother forwards.

“Yeah, erm, I’ve had some sort of reaction. Snape says he’s brewing me something, but I had to come here first.” George shrugged, rolling his sleeves up so she could get a good look at the rash.

Madame Pomfrey blinked slowly, her gaze darting to the door for a fraction of a second. The rash was identical to the one she had just treated, which could only mean…

“Am I expecting someone else to appear needing the same treatment? If so, then I’m going to need more soothing balm.”

“Nah, just me.” George gave her a sad smile before dipping his head.

“Well, I will keep my eye out, just in case.” She said kindly, reaching for the balm on the trolley, realising that the two of you had no idea you were soulmates. “Now, you need to leave this on for eight hours, and Professor Snape will give you a potion to counteract the monkshood and lords and ladies. You’re lucky this didn’t get in your eyes or mouth. I hope you boys will be more careful in future.” It was something she told the twins often, and although they never made the same mistake twice, it didn’t stop them making mistakes.

“Professor?” You knocked on the door as you popped your head into the potions classroom, surprised to see Snape already brewing something.

“Ah, what can I do for you?” His clipped words barely concealed his frustration at being interrupted, and you wondered if this was such a good idea.

“Madame Pomfrey sent me. She says you will know of a healing draft for a reaction to –“

“-arum maculatum and aconitum napellus.” He stated flatly as he took in the rash on your neck with curiosity.

“Yes.” You nodded, cautiously moving further into the classroom.

“This rash, is it on your hands and arms as well as your neck?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Interesting.” His enunciation of the word seemed to make it hang in the air, the only other sound was the bubbling of the potion. After a silence that seemed to stretch out for an eternity, Snape indicated for you to take a seat.

Luckily, the potion he was working on was the exact one you required, and in a matter of minutes he handed you a vial and instructed you to drink half before bed and the other half when you woke. It would take a day or two for the blotches to completely disappear, but they would fade and no longer itch. You thanked him and hurried on your way.

Five minutes passed, and the door to the classroom opened once again.

“Ah, Mr Weasley. You should have informed me that two batches were required.” Snape raised an eyebrow as he held out the vial.

“Two?” George frowned, looking at the singular potion.

“Two. One for you and one for your soulmate. May I suggest that you spare a thought for them the next time you attempt something so idiotic.” Snape swept past the twins, who, for once, were speechless.

“Soulmate?” George whispered, staring at the potion. He had a soulmate, and you were here in the castle! And Snape knew who you were!

#George Weasley #George Weasley x reader #gndw mini series

[sweetpandorabox]

The Harry Potter boys having a crush on the reader (female) who happens to be one of the most gorgeous people at the school.

I’d love it if you also added Seamus Finnigan to your usual list in this case :)

I love love love your work here 💋

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⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

A/N : My first-ever request ever! I can't tell you how excited I am to receive one of these, thank you so much anonymous for sending this request, and since you ask I shall deliver, hope you enjoy this and I'm hoping I made you exactly what you ask for! anyways hope everyone enjoys reading love you sexy. xx (P.s let me know which one was your favorite down in the comments mine was definitely Neville he's so cute omfg!).

Story Setting : For this one I'll make an adjustment and make the Female reader in this case (Y/N), the same year group as Harry Potter and she's a girl who's obviously drop dead gorgeous, kind, smart and pretty much the whole dream package, who happens to catch every guys attention and love from boys in her year group, at Hogwarts including guys above her year group like Oliver, Cedric and The Weasley Twins.

Terms 📖:

Y/N - Your name

Y/L/N - Your last name

Y/E/C - Your eye color

Y/H/C - Your hair color

Y/H - Your house

Warnings⚠️: None what's so ever it's pure fluff.

Word Count: 7,671

List of Characters :

Seamus Finnigan

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Neville Longbottom

Draco Malfoy

Cedric Diggory

Oliver Wood

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Blaise Zabini

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .

Seamus Finnigan :

How he met you and start to have a crush on you ⬇️

You met Seamus by walking down the corridor one day on your way to your next class, which was Herbology, reading a book titled 'One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi' not noticing a single thing on your way or what's going around you. While you're distracted trying to revise last minute before a test, you bolted straight into Finnigan's figure, Thud! a sound erupted loudly as you both fell backward as your books were scattered across the floor, taking a minute to rub the small of your back due to the fall, you start to laugh at the incident as Finnigan straighten himself up about to yell, he takes a good look at your gorgeous smile and your silk like laugh forcing himself to swallow back the urge to yell, as to ask why you weren't watching where you were going, before turning into a slight shade of crimson. "U-uhm, would you like some help?" He offers, talking in his usual thick Irish accent offering a hand, you look up with a smile still displayed on your face taking his hand in an offer, and said "Thank you, and oh... I'm so sorry I bumped into you like this, I was trying to revise last minute I was on my way to the greenhouse you see", his mouth gaped open not meeting your eyes, as he watched you speak to him with the crimson color still apparent on his face, all he can master up was "It's quite alright...here let me help you pick up your books", he reaches the 2 books scattered near him before picking up the Herbology book you were reading as you reach for it simultaneously, your hand brushed against his, you both smile at each other with red upon your cheeks as he offers to carry your books for you to Herbology, which you accepted the offer to. You and Seamus managed to introduce yourselves to each other and talk a lot about things before finally arriving at the Hogwarts Greenhouse, you give him a quick hug and a thank you with a smile for carrying your books for you as you enter the greenhouse, filling Seamus's heart with warmth and adoration.

What he's like once he starts to like you⬇️

He offers to carry your books or carry your things every single time when he gets the opportunity or saw you walking down a corridor somewhere.

He always tries to show you cool tricks and magic that the learns to impress you, but since he's clumsy and prone to set himself up in an explosion it never seems to work out, but you've always kept a laughed and help him clean up which made him fall harder for you.

Every time he walked into a room he managed to find you first and yell out your name catching your eyes before giving you his charming Irish smile as he make his way over to talk to you.

He's known to be silly, wild and a normal teenage boy around Dean and his other friends but when he's around you he's quite shy, nervous, and a lot more attentive which made you smile at the thought of him being a completely different person around you.

He remembers the littlest things about you through a conversation or through general staring and when he doesn't know certain things about you, he's willing to ask your friends about it.

He wears gorgeous-smelling colognes and grooms his hair tidy when he knows he has classes with you that day or could run into you at any given time to make sure you notice his good looks and efforts.

He'd always ask about your day during the dinner feast time and make sure that you've had a good day and if not he'd always try and make you laugh just to make your day a little better.

Harry Potter:

How he met you and start to have a crush on you ⬇️

"Oh thank god you're here dear, just in time" Madam Pomfrey stated, "Good afternoon Madam, can I help you with something?" you asked kindly, "Yes dear Mr. Potter over there has injured his leg falling off his broom during Gryffindor's quidditch practice, It's just a sprained ankle, but I've given him the antidote he needs to put out the pain and it should fix it right up, I just need you to watch the bruising on his ankle once the bruising is gone come and get me as fast as you can, I need to speak to Professor Dumbledore about something urgent at this time", she mentioned as she lay a supportive hand on your shoulder, "Of course Madam, I'll go see him now" you reassure her with a smile as she walked out of the hospital wing making her way to Dumbledore's office. You slide the curtain divider aside and look over at the chosen one who's peacefully laying on the bed with his right ankle compressed and wrapped with a bandage as the purple and blackish hue of his bruises shine through the clean and white bandage. "Hello Harry, are you alright?" you ask the tired-looking boy, "Hi Y/N, yeah I'm alright just a bit of a sprained ankle that's all, I wasn't looking at where I was flying my broom towards, to focus on that snitch to notice I've rammed myself over the goal post and fallen off my broom landing on my ankle" he mentioned giving you a weak smile, "Oh I'm so sorry that happened Harry, well I'm here to watch over your busies and keep you company" you smile at him taking his hand in yours gently not noticing his face turning beetroot red at your hand touching his, from here you spark up conversations with Harry you even managed to get the chosen one to smile and laughs at some of your stories and opinions on random matters as he did to you visa versa, not forgetting to keep an eye on his bruise or asking if Harry's okay a couple of times just to make sure, "Thank you for keeping an eye on me and keeping me company", Harry said smiling at you, "It's no problem Harry, I actually volunteered to help Madam Pomfrey once week, I desire to be a matron like her when I grow up you see, even better if I can be a healer that travels all around the world that is", you smile looking away at Harry's ankle, Harry was struck by love as he watches your magnificent face peering over his ankle, which made his heart skip 2 to 3 beats faster, "Wow Y/N, I didn't know that you had such passion and desire for medical, but why would you want to work in such filed if you don't mind me asking?" you paused and look into Harry's green eyes saying, "Well I want to help all the witches and wizards I can, I want to save everyone form pain, injuries, jinxes and even death itself, there's no better job then making other people's life easier and better I find that concept to be quite rewarding" you reply ruffling Harry's hair all messy as he chuckles lightly taking your hand away form his hair gently lowering it back down, holding your intense eye contact back not daring to break it, "Well I-uh I know you'd make a good matron one day, that's for sure", you both share an adoring smile towards each and before long Harry's bruise had completely disappeared which forces you to leave him and get Madam Pomfrey for last minute check ups.

What he's like once he starts to like you ⬇️

He's the type to be really awkward and nervous around gorgeous girls which leads him to smile while he has liquid in his mouth at you or trip over something while walking too busy keeping his attention and eyes right on you.

He likes talking about the things you like and pretends to like them himself despite not having a single clue about the things you like, he just wants to hear you talk about yourself.

He likes the way your hair smells so whenever you're distracted and he's slightly close to you he'd go in for a light sniff and smile happily to himself.

He lets you borrow his class notes in any subject just so he has a reason to come and see you or talk to you about it.

He asks Hagrid to help him introduce you to Buckbeak the Hippogriff so he trusts you giving Harry himself a chance to take you on a flying ride just so that you two can have a moment of intimacy together.

He's the first one to check up on you if he finds out you're ill or is really upset over something before the other guys on this list.

When you're having a conversation with him he tilts his head, and his pupil grew bigger which turned him into a cute little puppy.

Ron Weasley:

How he met you and start to have a crush on you ⬇️

You walked over to the Hogwarts great hall with a couple of Y/H acquaintances, chatting away your day as you arrived just in time for dinner, choosing to sit next to one of your closest friends you eat away your dinner having just enough to eat and stuffing a bit of dessert at the end. After what felt like a good meal you watched as a first-year student from your house was looking a little upset, he was toying around with the food he put on his plate and a slight pout appearing on his face, the kindness of your heart couldn't resist at the thought of making him feel better or at least asking him what had happened that made him so upset, you quickly pour an empty cup with some pumpkin juice and excusing yourself from your friend bringing it over to him, you made your way to the unhappy 1st year before you bumped into somebody, splash! as the sweet pumpkin juice you were about to offer to the 1st year, spilled all over the persons uniform "Merlin's beard I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to do that" you tilt your head upwards only to find Ron, rubbing some pumpkin juice off his Gryffindor jersey leaving a big wet and sticky patch right by his stomach, he look down only to find you, the girl he had always find attractive for the longest of time, his eyes popped out of his head and his cheeks was slammed by a shade of crimson, "Oh u-uhm It's alright, I can clean it up you know", he swallows keeping his eye low on the ground, the look of guilt swarms your face, as you peer over at the unhappy boy who's now surrounded by his group for friends you felt relief and look back the red headed boy "No, no I'll take you the 2nd floor girls lavatory, Moaning Myrtle won't mind if I clean you up there...come on" you usher Ron to come with you even taking his hand in yours as you make your way there. Once you've arrived there you gently pat his school jersey down dry with a paper towel and cast an anti-stain spell on it, "Bloody hell, where do learn that?", Ron asked face full of shock, you smiled at his expression, "I learned the spell in 1st-year from professor Flitwick when I got butterbeer spills all over my skirt", you replied, "Uh well it's bloody brilliant... you're brilliant I- er meant thanks for that", you giggle at his response saying "no worries at all, sorry I spilled the drink all over you". You both shared a smile before Moaning Myrtle ushered the both of you out because she was particularly upset tonight, you both bolted for the door laughing, walking alongside each other before rejoining everybody else in the great hall, splitting ways to sit back where you were before.

What he's like once he starts to like you ⬇️

He makes sure you're there for breakfast, lunch, and dinner because he cares a lot about your health and wants you to eat enough if you weren't there he'd find you and save you a plate of food so you can eat it later.

He always points out how amazing and how kind you are, he'd always mentioned that whoever gets to be your boyfriend or husband is the luckiest man alive. (He secretly hopes it's him)

He always comes to you asking for help with his school work, so you and him can study together, but then 20 minutes kicked in then all of a sudden Ron just stares at you and asking a billion questions not relating to the paper he needs help with but rather personal questions about you.

He pulls you into a hug or leans his hand over yours for support when you're upset or frustrated.

He copies little things you do and when he's caught doing it you laugh your head out watching his face turn pink, as he feels embarrassed.

He makes sure to save you a seat next to him in the great hall tables, for all the meal time and makes sure you have enough portions of food to make it throughout the day, and if you don't have enough he'd put more on your plate ushering you to eat more.

He likes to throw crumpled paper and passed notes to you in class for fun to get your attention and to make you laugh, especially in a boring class.

Neville Longbottom:

How he met you and start to have a crush on you ⬇️

"Ugh... I still don't know what Bubotuber pus could be used for" you groan, looking over at the 2nd question written on the greenhouse chalkboard as your fellow Y/H friend rubs your back for support, "oh come on Y/N you remember, we learned this yesterday just take you time and think about it and besides it's okay if you don't know it, the next test won't be until next week" she ensures you before giving all her attention back into her own paper, you dig back through your memory trying to remember, twirling around your soft and silky looking Y/H/C hair around your pointy finger. Not noticing a single thing around you due to immense focus, Neville had managed to stare at you with adoration glistening all over his emerald-like eyes for the last 25 minutes of class, due to his vast knowledge of Herbology he finished his paper within 10 minutes of time, seeing as you struggle he managed to collect his breathe and walk over to your side of the table saying, "Bubotuber pus acted as a treatment for severe acne, but undiluted pus could affect unprotected skin in unintended ways." he mentioned to you fiddling with his finger, focusing his gaze down at the floor, you look over at the nervous boy with the biggest smile writing down the answer he mentioned, "Thank you Neville" you smile giving him a quick peck on the cheek standing on your tippy toes, as he shot his eyes out of his head, his body was inflamed and turned red like the tomato sauce you've put on your pasta for last night's dinner, he made his way back to his side of the table as he touched the cheek he's been blissfully kissed by you smiling at himself. The class has been dismissed about 2 minutes ago and as you made your way out of the greenhouse, clutching your books close to your body you felt a light tap on your shoulder, you turned around to find Neville standing straight with the best posture he can master up towering over you, looking down at your perfect figure and alluring face, "Yes Neville" you ask giving him a smile, "I-I w-was just w-wondering if you'd be interested in getting tutored by me?", "I know you're s-struggling in Herbology a-and I wanted to help free of c-charge of course" He stammered leaving himself completely breathless, "Neville I'd love that I've been struggling very hard in Herbology and I want to be so much better, does Wednesday afternoons at the library work for you?" you ask with suspense, all he can master up was a nod as he so busily studies your face, "Okay, I'll see you tomorrow afternoon and don't worry I'll be paying you 10 galleons once a week, mother and father won't mind me spending as long as it's for studying purposes" you smile at him before continuing with "Anyways I'll be making way to the hospital wing now, I need to help Madam Pomfrey sort out healing positions and antidotes for the hospital wing shelves... but I'll see you tomorrow okay?" you smile waving your hand goodbye as Neville smile lightly vice versa, you left Neville in a state of lovestruck unable to get you out of his mind he walks back the Gryffindor common room rubbing the cheek you've kissed a couple of minutes ago with a smile on his face.

What he's like once he starts to like you ⬇️

He's the type to get you a bouquet of flowers whenever he sees you if not that he'd go outside and pick a single flower from a bush and tells you what the flower is and a cool fact about them, so you have something pretty to put inside your vase placed on your nightstand.

He stutters a lot around you and nervousness takes over his whole body, he's usually very red and stiffens up like he'd been dipped in concrete when you're around him, talking to him, or touching him in any way.

He'd invite you to the Hogwarts greenhouse after hours to show off all the cool and magical plants he thought you might like and bond over it with you.

He'd invite you to study with him at the library so he can tutor you in Herbology or look for new books to read and share a turn once you or him have read it.

He looks at you with so much adoration in his eyes, almost like he'd seen an angel fall from heaven.

He's a really good listener and would pretty much drop anything he's doing or need to do, just to listen to your worries, excitement, or if you're in need to vent about something.

He's not usually a very confronting person and tends to just ignore people that's been picking on him or making his life generally harder, but if someone ever crosses that line with you he'd make sure to show his Gryffindor side and defend you scaring that person off.

Draco Malfoy:

How he met you and start to have a crush on you ⬇️

You huffed after taking on all those stairs leading up to the Astronomy tower, a place where you can be alone and be deep in your thoughts, after failing a Herbology test a day earlier, and stressing over it making sure to keep good grades in other classes and try to show a vast amount of intelligence and knowledge towards your professors and friends, due to their high expectations of you, you needed to breathe and be alone to just reset and be better, once you've made it up to the tower you noticed a tall figure, with blond hair and a black turtleneck piece suit leaning his broad arm over the ledge looking over the night stars, you walk over to the boy, gently saying "You like watching the starts to huh? I wouldn't take you as a guy who likes astronomy", you move closer beside him on the right leaning your hands against the ledge just like he did, "Why do you have to be here? can't you see this place is occupied?" he asked in a stern voice looking at your soft looking hair as the breeze of the cool night air began to sweep in the Astronomy tower leaving your hair messy yet desirable, you paused not answering his questions, "Draco, do you come here to get your mind off somethings as well?" you asked looking into the starts scattered like glitter all over a blank piece of paper, "it's none of your business, but if you must know I do come here to be alone... away from all filthy mud bloods and half blood freaks" he spat, now crossing his arm in frustration you move your face over to his, looking deep into his grey molten like silver eyes, not noticing his cheeks grew pink in color as he struggles to keep eye contact with you, "Tell me... what does the name Draco actually mean?" you wondered still looking into his eyes shifting the conversation away form blood statues, he takes a deep breathe and says "The name Draco is derives form an ancient Greek word meaning dragon or serpent, it's also a name of a constellation of stars in a shape of a dragon" he calmly says turning down his aggression against you, you nodded and slowly smile at his respond growing silent for a while still looking at the starts enjoying the constant breeze the night had brough in and out of the tower. Draco takes his chance on your distractions and studies your body up and down with a feeling of desirability running through his mind about how much he wants to be with you, he slowly moves to study your enchanting beautiful face, not being able to look away. After what felt like hours Draco asked, "Is something on your mind?", you nodded and mentioned your Herbology test and the constant pressure of putting on a smart and hard-working side of yourself always and not being able to show the true you sometimes, all Draco did was listen to your troubles until a certain amount of time has passed with absolute silence that it's time for the both of you to leave, he insisted on walking you back to your common room to keep you safe and once you both arrived in front of your house common room he gave you the sweetest smile with a wave goodbye before walking over into his own dorm room replying that sweet and intimate memory he had with you tonight over and over again.

What he's like once he starts to like you ⬇️

He's the type to be secretive about his feelings for you and would buy you gifts that are quite expensive and something that you would love and give it away anonymously with a little note that usually says "Hope you enjoy this one and wear it often".

He treats you differently from other people, he's a lot nicer around you or somewhat more tolerable, still somewhat of a jerk but so much nicer.

He's the type to get jealous when other guys at school talks to you let alone even look at you but we already know everybody begs for your attention at this point, even if you're not his girlfriend or somebody he's romantically talking to or anything.

He makes sure nobody and I mean NOBODY tries to mess with you or bully you, he secretly threatens anyone who even tries whether it's a girl, a boy, or a non-binary person.

He looks at you up and down a lot and studies every feature you have on your body, sometimes you'd catch him looking and he'd offer an alluring smile at you before looking away.

He's not the type to be nervous around you or overly confident to just flirt in the open with you, he's more reserved and sends a very intense sexual tension between the two of you instead of awkward and cute energy like the others.

He tries to mess with you himself because he doesn't know how to act around you all he knows how to do is taunt and pick on people, but he makes sure to not go far, just enough to get you to clap back resulting in both of you to getting stuck in detention together so he can be alone with you intentionally.

Cedric Diggory:

How he met you and start to have a crush on you ⬇️

You'd gone up to the owlery writing the last bit of things into the letters you're going to send to your family, as you seal the envelope, shut with wax you try to find your barn owl pet Twila, stuffing your ready-made letter into your pants pocket carefully as you look for your bright and witty owl. Once you've found her you give her a quick gentle stroke and praise before handing her your letter, as you retrieve your letter from your pants pocket, the owlery was swarmed by a semi-strong wind taking away your letter from your not so tight grip, "Oh no... my letter" you quickly blurted as you watched it about to blow out from the owlery, when a sudden hand had caught the letter just in time-saving you the trouble of rewriting the letter. " I believe this belongs to you?" He calmly asked with his charming smile, offering your back the letter before settling his eyes on your small figure, iridescent sparkly pair of Y/E/C eyes, and soft-looking Y/H/C hair, "Well yes it is thank you so much, Cedric, you've saved me so much time from re-writing this letter" you replied with the sweetest smile you can master up showing your pure gratitude to him as you gently put the letter into Twila's beak as you instructed her to fly the letter home, you and Cedric watched as Twila flies her bright white wings, away into the sunset as you both shared enjoyment of the scenery from up there, "So you're sending letters home huh? so am I" Cedric blurted handing his letter gently to another owl and ushering the owl to fly home, he turned to you smiling, and you replied with "Yeah mother and father have been waiting for me to write back their last week's letter just to make sure I'm alright", "Ah... I see, well shall we get out of here," he asks, "Yes please I'm actually quite afraid of heights" Cedric takes a minute to study your gorgeous facial features focusing primarily on your plump pink lips. "Well, why didn't you say so earlier shall we? Cedric's tall figure offers his muscular arm looking down at you with a smile, his smile was contagious as you link your arm around his staying close to his right side as your smile imitates his. The both of you take your time to carefully step down on each step as Cedric ensures you that he'll keep you safe on the stairs, he managed to spark up the best conversation collecting basic knowledge about you in a matter of minutes, as the both of you reach the front door of Y/H's common room Cedric mentioned the need to meet his friends in the library to study, as he gently plants a kiss to the back of your right hand as a goodbye, peaking your lips into a smile as you wave your hand goodbye, Cedric smile never erase out of his face during his study session, as he couldn't get the thought of what is like to kiss your pair of luscious pink lips out of his head.

What he's like once he starts to like you ⬇️

He's the type to write you love letters anonymously like a secret admirer and leave little love notes in your dorm room, inside your book, on a desk you usually sit on in class, and through an owl.

He's a gentleman so he's bound to ask you, if he can walk you to wherever you're meant to go to keep you safe and to keep you company, making sure he offers his arm to you for support in the process.

The type to see you shivering and instantly takes his coat/jacket/robe off and put it on you with no hesitation.

He smiles a lot around you and is the type of person who makes good eye contact even if he doesn't like that person that way.

He'd kiss your hand when he needs to leave you or need to part ways because he's a gentleman.

When you take a walk with him, he makes sure to use etiquette and make you walk on the 'protected side of the school hallway or path just in case you fall, bumped into someday, or there's mud or puddles there.

He gives the best advice about anything and he's very mature for somebody his age whether it's advice about school since he's a bit older than you or anything that's bothering you in general.

Oliver Wood:

How he met you and start to have a crush on you ⬇️

You were standing on one of the quidditch stands, roaring your best to cheer, as your house compete against Gryffindor as the colors of Y/H shone right around the stands with pride. "Angelina Johnson scores, 10 points to Gryffindor!" Lee Jordan announces as the bell dings to signify a point has been placed, despite that, you kept cheering as you watched your 3 house chasers working immensely hard as one throws it into the hoop only to be blocked by none other than Oliver Wood, the captain and a fellow keeper in the red and gold team. The Gryffindor clan cheered at his save, making your house slump and gasped in disappointment, you start to frustrate over the save but you watched as Oliver catches you amongst the crowd and gave you his charming yet cocky smile which made you roll your eyes with a smile appearing on your face a minute later. Throughout the game, you watched as Oliver blocked, and block and block, more Quaffle from entering the goal post, each time he's done this he made sure to look over at you to see if you were impressed by his skills and talent, but undeniably you were impressed giving him a round of applause and a proud smile, despite your house downfall. After Lee Jordan announces that the games are finished and Gryffindor won by catching the snitch you walked out of the quidditch stands with some disappointed group of people from your house, ready to head back to your common room before hearing your name being yelled across the pitch "Y/N...wait up", you turned your head back to find the sweaty and athletic figure of Oliver Wood running up to you, "I'm really sorry your house didn't win today, I'm sure they'll win in their next match" he huffed out looking straight into your pair of dazzling Y/E/C eyes with a smirk and a slight pink appearing on his cheeks form your beauty, leaving you in a state of wonder if it was nervousness or the flushes he gets from working so hard, "Oh Wood no need to be so civil I know my house isn't the best at quidditch, but yeah maybe they will win next time" you smile replying to his condolences as he wipes sweat from across his forehead, you stare at his exhausted and beaten energy, releasing you had a flask of ice cold water in your bag your offered it to him with a kind smile, "Here, you must be exhausted when you go back to your dorm room make sure you take a warm shower and eat lots at dinner tonight", he master up the biggest smile he could as he accept your offer brushing his hand against yours while he take the flask, "Thank you Y/N that's very kind of you" he takes a quick swig and was blissfully refresh, "Keep the flask if you want, so you can have some cold water with you always" he smiled at your offer and the thought of keeping one of his crush's belongings which he'd cherish and take good care of for the rest of his school year, you both ended your short conversations before walking over back to the Hogwarts castle together.

What he's like once he starts to like you ⬇️

He would ask you if you're going to come and watch today's quidditch game especially if Gryffindor is playing and he always says, "I'll make sure to block the Quaffle and take the win for you". and end it with a wink and a smirk.

When he plays quidditch he makes sure your sparkly Y/E/C eyes are watching him save the goals and shows off by doing tricks on his broom to make him look cooler and faster.

He'd invite you to hang out with him and his friends despite being way older than you every time, so he can hang out with you and get to know you better.

He looks for approval from you constantly pointing out something new about him or something he had achieved just to hear you say that he looks really good or that you're very proud of him for whatever he's achieved.

His voice softens when he talks to you.

He put aside his competitiveness for quidditch aside especially if Gryffindor loses around you, so you can see his calm and collected side even if you know he's extremely competitive.

Sometimes he forgets how to genuinely breathe when he sees you wearing regular clothes over your school uniform or when you have your soft-looking and aromatic-smelling Y/H/C hair down freely.

Fred Weasley:

How he met you and start to have a crush on you ⬇️

You made your way out of the Hogwarts castle towards the clocktower courtyard, to meet with a few of your friends and to sit out in the sun enjoying a relaxing Saturday afternoon after a long week of studies, you smile, looking forward to catching up with your friends and funny gossips that have been going around school recently. You walked over with a messy ponytail hair and a small crossover bag finding your friends sitting by the antique fountain placed in the center of the courtyard, giving each of them a hug you take a seat yourself and catch up about boys, studies, and of course gossips, your smile was radiant and your messy hair added more to your already alluring face catching the attention of Fred Weasley walking across the courtyard, as he walks past your group of friends his red hair, chocolate brown eyes, and tall figure catches your loveable Y/E/C eyes, he met his eyes with yours simultaneously giving you his charming smirk and a wink making you giggle catching your friend's attention, "Wow Y/N you pretty much pull every single guy there is in Hogwarts no matter how old they are" one of your girlfriends stated nudging your arm with her elbow gently, you giggled and denied such accusations, despite all the guys drooling over you almost every day. Fred finally settle and lean against one of the pear trees growing in the courtyard, picking about 3 ripen pears he was deep in thought thinking about how he could catch the attention of a pretty girl such as yourself, and he slowly comes up with the concept of juggling, he made sure that there are a few other students scattered across to notice his skills and gather around him so you'd join in eventually, he starts to juggle and catches the attention of younger Hogwarts students and eventually they all cheer an gathered for him and even managed steal the attention of your friends as they bound to join with the others over curiosity of what was happening, you push past the crowd and watch as Fred juggle 3 pears making sure they all go over his left leg before ethe air only standing on his right, you giggle loudly at his funny skills, "This one is for you Y/N" Fred mentioned tossing you one of the pears he's been juggling, you caught the green pear with a smile as your friend gather around you and squeal in excitement over the red-headed boy romantic gesture, Fred kept showing different ways to juggle, entertaining everyone there, once he finally finished and round of applause was awarded to him, he gave you an attractive smile saying "Hope you enjoyed that one, I did that just for you" before giving you hug, you hug him back saying "Fred that was amazing you have to teach me how to juggle now so I can be just like you" you insisted, making Fred's heartbeat pound faster in the nicest way possible, "I can teach you how to do a basic juggle right now?" he offered, you nodded with enthusiasm as you listen to his instructions upon learning the art of juggling.

What he's like once he starts to like you⬇️

He'd give you a cheesy wink and pull a funny face at you to make you laugh and smile.

He openly flirts with you and is probably the type to also compliment you on a daily.

If anyone was to mess with you or treat you poorly whether it was a Hogwarts staff or students he'd pull the biggest prank on them to teach them a lesson not to mess with you.

Plays very roughly and likes to tackle you for fun, tickle you, or pick you up and pretend to chuck you into the great lake until you laugh and beg him not to do it.

Fred's usually the prank starter because he knows George will be there to mitigate the damage, but as long as you don't agree with a certain prank he's about to pull, he'll listen to your first even over George and not do it just to please you.

When he finds you upset or frustrated about something his number one focus is to cheer you up and make you laugh through dumb or random jokes, unlike George who focuses more on comforting you and being there for you.

He's the type to teach you random skills like juggling oranges or how to do a cartwheel just to spend a short amount of time with you.

George Weasley:

How he met you and start to have a crush on you ⬇️

You take a seat inside the Three broomsticks inn nearest stool placed by the bar table, taking out a couple of Galleons ready to drink your sadness away, "Oh Y/N Y/L/N, it's you would you like the usual sweets?" she asked kindly with a charming smile, "Hello Madam Rosmerta and yes please I'd love the usual, although make that a double" you requested giving her a weak smile offering your galleons to her, "hard day I take it?" she asks as she takes the shiny golden coins and gets started on filling up 2 jugs full of butterbeer, "Yeah It's been a hard day, I've failed my Herbology test again this week and I've accidentally spilled babbling beverage potions all over a Ravenclaw student in potions, he couldn't stop speaking nonsense so I end up having detention for 3 days, thank merlin's beard that Professor Slughorn is compassionate about it, if it was Snape I would've been in detention for 2 weeks not mattering if it was an accident or not", you replied sighing as you slump on the bar table, Madam Rosmerta gently placed the 2 jugs of butterbeer on the table, "Oh cheer up sweets, it'll be better soon you're probably just having an off day toddy" She assured you patting your shoulder before leaving you to attend her other customers in need, while slumping take a deep sigh, before sitting up and drink your first butterbeer away, you ears tune in as the Pub and Inn door bell has chimed signifying that someone else has entered inside, you focused more on drinking your butterbeer trying to think of ways to be better at Herbology, " 1 jug of butterbeer please" he ordered giving Madam Rosmerta a couple of shiny coins, sitting at the stool right next to yours, you look over to find one of the Weasley twins sitting over the table, "Let me guess are you George?" you asked sipping your butterbeer away, "He looks back at you and said "I am, how can you tell?" he asked giving you his mischievous smirk. "Well, your nose slants down towards the tip and has a more rigid look to it. But, Fred’s nose goes out straight and doesn't have a rigid look. you smiled at him, and he paused as crimson shades of red peeked through his cheeks, "Wow you can tell us apart by our noses? he ask quickly saying thank you to madam Rosmerta as she handed him his butterbeer, "Well yeah of course every twin have at last one differences between the two" you smiled, "You're not wrong but would you say I'm cuter then Fred?" he asks as his playful smirk made its appearance on his lips, you laughed and roll your eyes at him instantly forgetting the terrible day you've had as you chatted with George for almost 2 hours getting to know the boy better.

What he's like once he starts to like you⬇️

He makes sure to always have a funny pickup line to chat you up with.

He's the type to playfully tease you instead of openly flirting with you to make you more comfortable and because Fred is so much bolder than him.

He would make fun bets with you on something stupid and offer rewards of 5 galleons or a date with him which he always suggested over the 5 galleons.

He likes to ruffle your hair and pat your head, his excuse is that he's older and taller than you so he's allowed to do that.

He dances stupidly to music like there’s no tomorrow and like no one’s watching him and he always managed to get you to join for fun.

He'd get your treats like chocolate frogs, butterbeer, or Bertie Bott's every-flavor beans almost weekly to make you smile.

He's more sympathetic than Fred and when he finds that you're upset or frustrated about something he focuses more on comforting you than making you laugh.

Blaise Zabini:

How he met you and start to have a crush on you ⬇️

You met Blaise outside of Slughorn's office one afternoon before the supper party started, both of you were a member of the Slug club. The Slug Club was an out-of-hours dining and social club made up of professor Horace Slughorn's most well-liked and sometimes famous students at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You watched as he struggles to tie his bowtie tie neatly on his collared shirt without having a mirror there to assist him, you approach the tall figure with a gentle voice you asked, "Would you like some help with that?" He spins around to find your small figure, fitted into a soft pink midi slip-on dress, matching the softness of your eyes and a messy braid as a hairstyle, he finds you to be one of the most gorgeous girls that Hogwarts has to offer, he scans you up and down making sure to take his time, studying your body and face keeping his iconic cool face on, "I wouldn't mind some help... give it a go then", he replied calmly facing over to you, you take a step forward on your tippy toes and tie his bowtie for him making sure you're nice and close to make it look it's absolute best. Blaise finds it hard to keep his breathing easy around you, as your fruity-scented perfume travels around him the more you linger close trying to tie his bowtie. "There you go...your bowtie looks really nice" you smiled commenting the compliments on to him, "Thanks...you don't look so bad yourself you know?" he quietly mentioned not meeting your eyes, "Thanks Blaise let's go in shall we don't want to be walking in late on everyone" you replied smiling as he nodded and walked beside you, you came into Slughorn's office and was greeted by him before he invented you to take a seat, Blaise found the nearest seat and pulls the chair out and usher you sit down on the chair, you do as he instructed offering a thank you with a bright smile to show your gratitude to him, as he takes a seat right next to you, you both chatted away together waiting for everyone else to show up and eventually dinner is served.

What he's like once he starts to like you⬇️

He trusts you and opens up about certain things in his life that are super privet, and that even his closest friends don't know about.

He tucks loose hair behind your ear to see your face better but his excuse is that you have to look tidy for school and have some class and high standards for yourself.

He licks his lips while you talk to him which is quite attractive but he does that subconsciously while he makes eye contact with you trying to listen.

He's willing to help you with any favor you have, whether it's big or small, even if there's also a chance that he might get into trouble and end up in detention.

At this point he'd come up to you, just to ask if you can tie his tie for him preferably in public places where other boys/ students from Hogwarts can see and get jealous of him.

He has a very cold and aloof personality but when he's around you he defrosts that coldness and acts completely friendly and normal around you.

He usually sneaks you out of your dorm room after hours, preferably during midnight to take you on a walk around the great river and back.

A/N: I'm sorry if this one is a bit long I just want you guys to have a lot more stuff to read rather than just a few bullet points, but anyways I have the 3rd part of Our love deal and lots of one-shot fanfics in the works you're going to love it! so stay tuned and give me a follow I'd really appreciate it if you do and my request is still open so feel free to leave any suggestions there love you.

#harry potter #seamus finnigan #ron weasley #cedric diggory #draco malfoy #fred weasley #george weasley #oliver wood #neville longbottom #wizarding world #hogwarts #gryffindor #slytherin #hufflepuff #harry potter fandom #harry potter x you #hp fanfcition #hp fanfic #hp fandom #draco x y/n #ron weasley imagine #ron weasly x reader #draco malfoy imagine #cedric x reader #cedric x you #harry potter imagine #neville longbottom x reader #neville longbottom x you #seamus x reader #blaise zabini

[nickeverdeen]

Hi! I love ur writing. Could i ask for seamus finnigan hcs?

Im a girl, bisexual.

Im a Street-Dance dancer and im learning spanish rn.

Im kind of the crazy or silly friend aaand i love cats and animals, i cant spend one day whithout music( i listen mostly to bands like Nirvana or Metallica oor Red Hot Chilli Peppers)

Im from Slovakia(europe).

I have long brown hair, i have a little belly fat, THICK THIGHTS and brown eyes.

Im a gemini.

I love summer.

I love art.

I have anxiety 😀🥲

And thats kinda it, i dont really know what else to put in here, so if you need to know anything, ask me.

Sure thing! I tried my best

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Seamus Finnigan hcs

Street-dance? Yes

Teach him how to dance like you, he loves it!

Seamus wouldn’t probably really try to learn spanish

But he does like how you talk when you speak Spanish

Seamus himself is a crazy friend

He loves your energy

Believe it or not he is gonna get you a cat

He loves your smile

Seamus also likes music

He ain’t really into Nirvana, but he will respect it even though he might have some comments

I’m sorry, but this dummy, doesn’t know where Slovakia is

So when you told him that he was really confused from where it is

Runs hand theough your hair whenever he gets a chance to do it

Really: while kissing, cuddling, talking etc.

Seamus would try to help you with your anxiety

Have a bad day? He’d do something stupid yet funny to cheer you up

Constanty comes to you with a new explosives he made

You > anyone else he can think of

#request #headcanons #harry potter #harry potter fandom #hcs #seamus finnigan #seamus finnigan x reader

[i-met-scooby]

Headcanon's about Dean

(These are just some HC's about the Dean Winchester I'll be writing. This post might just be for my own benefit..😅)

-Graduated from Dork University with a degree in fanboying -Pretty much closeted but is curious. -He's shy and he doesn't know it. Manifests as attitude -Doesn't like chick-flick moments because he's reserving them for that special person -When he does meet them, he WILL 100% be a cliché romantic. And will secretly desire for that person to do cheesy things for him too. -Cheesy one-liners even after marriage. -Pretty skilled at hand-to-hand combat -Handling weapons is second nature to him -Loves explosions (Imagine Seamus Finnigan as a hunter and the explosions are intentional) -Sam hates his explosiveness but is inwardly thankful for it -Huge music nerd (In his dictionary, music means classic rock) (But he low-key is in love with Taylor Swift, 'cause she's a genius) -Sometimes, Dean likes doing things slow. Like going for a slow walk in nature. Nothing but the rustling of trees as background noise. No running. No jogging. Definitely, no sweating. Just a gentle breeze through his hair, as he hums some slow rock tune. -But he also likes things extremely fast sometimes. No in between. He'll speed down a highway with the radio on full-blast and be full of road rage. -He likes his cartoons, ok? Is he an adult? Yes. Are cartoons made for kids? Sure. Does he care? Not one bit. If Sam can have an obsession with serial killers, he can obsess over Scoob. (And Daphne) -He is a FANBOI. He likes discovering new fandoms and things to obssess over. He also very secretly loves cosplaying but has never gotten the chance to do it. (Guy wears an ascot ONE TIME) -He wishes he could play an instrument like an expert. He'd love to be able to get lost in  music of his own making. Guitar is preferrable. -But he still has so much rage. It's all corked up inside of him. And when it leaks, it comes in waves. It consumes him and messes him up. He NEEDs to break things; to punch something; to scream until he's passed out with a bottle of whiskey. -He LOVES Baby. He treats her with the utmost care. That counts as a hobby. He makes sure she's always spruced up and ready to go. But he knows when she needs her rest too. He won't let anyone else TOUCH her. Nobody can fix her, except him. When he isn't hunting, the next most important thing to him, is tending to his car. -He loves the idea of being as authentic as possible. He loves making things his own. He'll decorate his room even in his 50's. -He's learning how to cook. He sucks. But he's learning. -Superhero nerd, for sure. -Ok. So, he's a little bit addicted to alcohol. Bit of a problem there. -He's polite. He can be. When he wants to. -He loves the idea of being a teacher. For some reason, he likes the idea of a room full of people having to listen to what he has to say. He likes the idea of getting to adopt 30 kids at once.

-If you are a kid, he will adopt you. He will protect you. He will be strict. He will not give you a curfew later than 10. He will make sure you eat good. Like your uncle Sammy. So, you can be big and strong like him. But he will also watch Frozen with you. And take you on the best rides.

-He's very good at taking care of people. Experience resulted from all those years of patching up Sammy and himself after a hunt. He just has a natural instinct that's always looking out for people around him. He might even make a decent nurse.

(Will add more as they come to mind.)

#dean winchester #dean winchester rp blog #dean rp blog #Supernatural #Spn rp blog #spn rp blog #Dean winchester headcanons

[mysteriouslypleasantcat]

Hey it’s me, back at it again with another essay, but to be quite frank, i think queer people who still write harry potter fanfics and shit, really need to reconsider. Like this isn’t just about not giving JKR money or exposure, like it is more than that. Jkr is a bigot, and whether you admit it or not, that bigotry is reflected in her work. Even if you are not financially supporting her pushing her bigoted policies with money, you still need to understand that her work is bigoted. And my question to those of you who are still writing harry potter fanfics is this. Are you actually changing any of the bigot stuff in Harry Potter, or are you just using it? Like are you actually going to give the Chinese character a proper name, or are you just going to keep Cho Chang, which is just a Chinese last name and a Korean last name mashed together? Are you going to keep seamus finnigan as someone obessed with explosives and alcohol? Are you going to make herminone black but then change nothing about how everyone else views her fight for the rights of house elves to be stupid and pointless? Are you going to keep the house elves as slaves?

kingsley shacklebolt’s name?

THe werewolves as a metaphor for aids? And the list goes on. Like if you are writing harry potter fanfics and not fixing any of the issues with it, then you’re just further parroting JKR’s racism and Bigotry. And if you are going to change all of this, then why keep it harry potter? Why not just make it into a harry potter derived story like Owl House? Like what are you getting out of the IP that you are willing to overlook all the racism to keep on engaging with a racist IP that reflects the author’s racism? What is keeping you from moving on?

#JK Rowling #JKR #Harry Potter #discourse

[dhr-ao3]

fade away to rebirth once more

fade away to rebirth once more https://ift.tt/bVF9gWa by Sasha_6kyu Harry Potter is death. More than half of the Weasley Family is death while what remained was brought into slavery. Hogwarts become an all-pureblood with the occasional half-blood, school. Britain become isolated from any other magical community, Voldemort being considered a God for any witch or wizard that stepped on Britain land. With Hermione fighting for every day to stay alive with the more than half her magic locked, with Ginny spitting blood trying to stay alive and mourn. With Seamus becoming nothing more than a shade of his own self and with Draco becoming the Death Eaters toy, barely holding on a strand of life. How will the four of them remain alive and how will they learn that staying alive and living are two different things? Will a certain hourglass like object help them? Or will they fade away one by one in the process? Words: 2630, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 18 of There are things there that just don't disappear or all the times my brain is flooded, Part 4 of Adventure of an Explosive Duo ( No, it's not Bakudeku) Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: F/M, M/M Characters: Death Eater Characters, Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Harry Potter, Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley, George Weasley, Molly Weasley, Albus Dumbledore, Severus Snape, Minerva McGonagall, Blaise Zabini, Gregory Goyle, Vincent Crabbe, Seamus Finnigan, Gryffindor Students, Slytherin Students Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger & Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy/Narcissa Black Malfoy Additional Tags: Harry Potter is Dead, Slavery, Hermione Granger Shaved Half of her Hair, Pretty Draco Malfoy, Disgraced Malfoy Family, Lucius Malfoy is Dead, Slave Draco, Slave Hermione, slave Ginny, Slave Seamus, Voldemort takes over Britain, Fluff and Angst, Time Travel Fix-It, something like that, Time Travelling Hermione Granger, Smut, Dubious Consent, learning to live, Time Travel hits after 5ch or something like that, Dom Hermione Granger, Oblivious Draco Malfoy, Sub Draco Malfoy via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/yCXoxK3 August 20, 2023 at 12:33PM

#IFTTT #Dramione #Draco x Hermione

[niconeekokneecaps]

Prompt: “I’m not that little girl you left there to die anymore.”

Fandom: Harry Potter

Alt. Change/s: Fem!Harry, heavy Dumbledore Bashing, Weasley Twins intelligence is acknowledged, Dumbledore lives, but not for long

Type: Oneshot (Maybe)

Words: 1413 words

Warnings: Canon-typical Violence, Canon Deaths

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“…He really raised me to die, huh?” A seventeen year old Amaryllis Potter said, hands curling around the edge of the pensive after watching Severus Snape’s memories. “Maybe they did have the right idea.”

She clenched her stolen wand and left the office, almost jumping down the staircase in her haste to reach the three who had potentially known about Dumbledore’s ‘Greater Good’ for years.

Amaryllis tore through corridor after corridor, dodging stray spells from both Light and Dark alike. She ran, looking for the sight of fiery red hair or the brown she’d become so used to seeing everyday.

She saw a body fly into the wall beside but ignored it in favour of finding at least one of the three she wanted. She saw Charlie Weasley and Seamus Finnigan fighting side by side as flames licked the ground around them. Flames that were caused by Charlie, she presumed, seeing at the flames didn’t seem to have an effect on him whatsoever. She saw a classmate fighting side by side with Padma Patil. She saw a flash of green light hit an Order Of The Phoenix member on the chest and the body dropping to the ground.

She ignored everything and everyone until she reached the Great Hall, eyes flicking around the room in search of a pair of twins or one of her best friends. Her eyes landed on an area of the room where there seemed to be a duel.

It was a duel indeed. A duel between George Weasley and Antonin Dolohov.

If she remembered correctly, Dolohov had been the one to kill Fabian and Gideon Prewett sixteen years ago and now had been the cause of the explosion that had killed Fred Weasley. It dawned on her, that George was fighting this Death Eater to the death, and he wasn’t afraid of how he was seen or what spells were used.

She shifted through the small crowd that had gathered and looked at George properly. His face was determined, a mysterious glint shining in his narrowed eyes, his mouth set in a thin line as he (both verbally and non verbally) was relentlessly casting spell after spell.

A bright flash of green shocked the small crowd (made up of both Light and Dark) as it hit the Death Eater square in the chest. George lowered his wand and let himself scan the surrounding area. His eyes landed on her, his breathing still heavy from the duel.

He jumped down from the table and swept over, quickly pulling her away.

“I got the revenge I wanted and I don’t want you getting hurt more than necessary.” George practically growled as the pair launched into a run.

“You knew? About Dumbledore? Right?” Amaryllis let out as she cast a knockback jinx on a nearby Death Eater.

“Had my suspicions.” George muttered as he blasted another Death Eater. “Don’t tell me you’re going to do what Dumbledore wants now.”

“I have no choice but to end this war.” Amaryllis stated. She just barely noticed George’s look at her before their names were called.

“GEORGE! AMARYLLIS!” Hermione yelled, back to back with Ron, a broken cup held tightly in her left hand as she glanced over at the pair.

They managed to take down the Death Eaters together in quick succession. The quartet gathered on the staircase.

“I’m going to Voldemort. I’m ending this war. And I’m sorry. For the lives ended today and countless days before. For Fred, for Remus, for Tonks, for Ted, for Sirius, for Cedric, for Mum, for Dad, for everyone. But now, I’m ending it all. Be happy for me, alright?” Amaryllis said quickly, letting a tear slide down her cheek before her sight was overtaken by bushy brown hair.

“I’ll go with you.” Hermione said defiantly.

“No. This is something I do alone. I don’t want you dying for me too. Not any of you. Molly and Arthur can’t lose any more children because of me.” Amaryllis stated, pulling back from Hermione as Ron hit her full force into an incredibly tight hug.

“Thank you… for being my best friend and for letting me stick around…” Ron said, pulling himself away long enough to look his best friend of seven years in the eye.

“Same to you… same to you.” Amaryllis replied, at this point unable to stop her tears from sliding down her face.

Hermione and Ron stepped back and allowed George to step forward and pull Amaryllis into one of the tightest hugs she’d ever been given. Amaryllis noticed that by the time George had pulled away slightly, Ron and Hermione seemed to be gone. Her vision was once again overtaken by ginger hair as George pressed his forehead against hers.

“I wish it wasn’t like this and I wish I’d told you sooner…” George mumbled, keeping his arms around her, still incredibly alert.

“About Dumbledore?”

“Yes and no. What I’ve been wanting to tell you for four years is that…” George paused, as of finding the right words. “…that I’ve loved you for four years, Amaryllis. I’ve loved you from the sidelines and didn’t want to burden you with the stress of a boyfriend or whatever with all of your adventures.”

Amaryllis quietly looked at George, in slight shock. How he had hidden this for so long, she would never know. She would never get the chance to know. And then it hit Amaryllis that she had felt the same for two years… but she had pushed it aside due to Voldemort and not wanting to make George a target.

George quietly closed his eyes and as gently as possible, Amaryllis pressed her lips gently to his. He opened his eyes slightly before pulling her into a proper and deep kiss, one hand rested on the back of her neck, the other on her back.

“Tell everyone I’m sorry. Make sure Voldemort gets slaughtered, would you? And… I love you more than anything, but make sure you move on from me, alright? I want you to be happy.”

“I think I can make that happen. And I love you just as much, if not more. And I’ll try to be happy.”

They pulled apart and suddenly, Ron and Hermione had rejoined them. She brought the other three in for one final hug and began her way down the broken stone steps.

She was met by Dumbledore and many people she knew waiting by the edge of the courtyard. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Ron, Hermione and George coming out to the courtyard the same way she did.

“Amaryllis!” Neville called out, the Sorting Hat in his hand. “Come on!”

“No.” Amaryllis stated. “I’m going to Voldemort…”

“WHAT?!” Many yells came from many different people.

“I have no choice if I want to end this war. But, Neville?” She said, turning to him.

“…Yes?”

“Take down Voldemort’s snake and then Voldemort himself, yeah?”

“O-okay. But how am I supposed to do that?!”

“You’re the other child of the prophecy. You should ask Dumbledore, but I doubt he’d give you a straight answer that actually helps. If you’re confused about what I mean, ask George or Hermione. I think Hermione knows and I’m certain George does.”

She turned away so her closest friends and her found family didn’t see the tear slide down her face, a mix of sadness and anger washing over her as she began to trudge to the Forbidden Forest. But then she paused and turned around.

“I’m not that little girl you left there to die anymore, Dumbledore.” She stated, heading into the forest, reaching for the Golden Snitch Dumbledore had given her before the Horcrux Hunt had begun.

***

And in just under ten minutes later, Amaryllis Potter stood across from Voldemort as he raised his wand.

“Avada Kedarva!” Voldemort shouted, the blinding green flash hitting Amaryllis in the chest.

***

With a gasp, Amaryllis opened her eyes to see herself laying in one of the hospital wing beds. She quickly looked around the room, sitting up as she did so, to see Hermione asleep and Ron with a cast around his leg, looking the same way they did after saving Sirius.

For now, that’s the end…

…Or is it?

(Would you like to see more of my AU? heavily inspired by a fic I read on AO3)

#harry potter #george weasley #ron weasley #hermione granger #deathly hallows #au #female harry #time travel #hint hint for another potential part

[manyfandomocs]

A Seamus Finnigan love interest for the Golden Trio era?

Well I have a Dean ship so it'd be weird if I didn't have a Seamus

Mathieu Cayard (Seamus Finnigan ship)

Mathieu has always known he was a wizard, with his older sister being a witch as well, they were open about his parents lineage from a young age. So when the time for schooling came, it was the obvious choice for him to attend Beauxbatons. And so when the three big European schools are doing a Triwizard Tournament, he's excited to go with and visit the school. Which is how he met an explosive Gryffindor names Seamus

Send me a fandom / love interest / faceclaim (one or all of those) and I’ll make a plot bunny

#answered #anonymous #oc ideas #plot bunny game #tw harry potter #mathieu cayard

[ofrainandgraves]

Was that [WILL POULTER ]? Oh no no, that was just [SEAMUS FINNIGAN] a/an [CANON CHARACTER] from [HARRY POTTER]. They are [TWENTY THREE] years old and [ARE] aware that they are not actually from Washington DC. Too bad they can’t stray from this city for long.

Seamus is a news reporter for one of the tv channels, he’s only just recently gotten the job so most of his stories aren’t ‘breaking’ - more like the firefighters save the cat or simple arrests and incidents

His reporting has sparked his curiosity and has his own journalism blog which he talks about issues stemming from being aware and any issues readers bring to him

He knows he’s a wizard, but currently he doesn’t use his magic or wand often, he at the moment is enjoying life

His Irish accent is still thick

He has a roommate in the apartment he rents (honestly happy to plot this!)

Also in regards to his roommate, they refuse to let him near the kitchen due to his explosive accidents.

He remembers all up to after the Battle of Hogwarts

He is still a little bit of a klutz

has a Irish Wolfhound called Poppet

#hw: intro

[medusia]

Seamus Finnigan + Explosions [2/?]: Harry Potter (2001-2011)

#my gifs #harry potter #harry potter edit #hpedit #hp gifset #filmgifs #seamus finnigan #harry james potter #ronald bilius weasley #hermione jean granger #hermione granger #ron weasley #filius flitwick #seamus finnigan + explosions #everything at once

[thefaultinourhogwartsfactions]

#harry potter #hogwarts #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #battle at hogwarts #seamus finnigan #explosion #funny

[theguywhodidntlikestimboards]

💥Seamus Finnegan💥

💥-💥-💥

💥-🖤-💥

💥-💥-💥

#// trypophobia // #stim #stimboard #starkid #starkid stim #a very potter senior year #avpsy #seamus finnigan #brian rosenthal #grey #hands #body #clothes / fashion #orange #fire #explosion #bathbomb #letters #carving #peach #pouring #paint #yarn #black #🕸mod webby #queue morrow will come

[doyouknowthemuffinmaam]

Harry Potter Headcannon

The first wand that Harry tried in Ollivanders that when he flicked it, it blew something up; ended up being Seamus Finnigans wand.

Boom!

Honestly for no evidence or basis other than I think it’s funny.

#harry potter #seamus finnigan #wandcraft #explosions abound #a particular proclivity for pyrotechnics #boom #headcannon

[stxr-bunnii]

Not hungry ~ Snape's daughter

» TW: ED, please do not read this if you are struggling with an ED and I am in no way fantasizing about ED's I know how terrible they are.

» Summary: Pansy Parkinson tells the class Y/n Snape has been starving herself.

» This is my second post! I hope you guys like it and I'm sorry that the title doesn't really go with the story nor does the gif but I didn't know what else to put.

Maybe listen to this song while you read:

“Y/n why aren’t you eating?” I looked up from my food to see Draco questioning me. “Oh I’m not feeling too well” I replied. I wasn’t completely lying, the stomach bug has been going around Hogwarts.

After lunch was over Draco, Blaise, Mattheo, Theodore, and I were heading down to the dungeons for Potions. Blaise and Theodore were talking about Quidditch. While the rest of us were just listening. I started to feel dizzy like I was about to faint, luckily I didn’t faint and we soon made it to the Potions classroom. It would have been terrible if I did faint. The boys would have been so worried and would force me to go to the hospital wing.

We all sat down at the table and waited for my father to come. I heard an annoying voice say my name and when I looked up to see where it came from I saw Parkinson’s stupid face. She and her friends were giggling while looking at me. Parkinson got up and came to our table standing next to Draco who was sitting next to me. “Hi Draco” Pansy tried to say seductively but like always Draco ignored her and rolled his eyes. Blaise and Theodore started snickering but quickly stopped when the door slammed open. Like always my father has to make a dramatic entrance. "Take your seats. Today you will be brewing the explosive Erumpent Potion. Any negligence could lead to severe injury. So pay attention. Our lecture on the Erumpent Potion begins. Any foolishness will not be tolerated." My father started saying while writing on the chalkboard. Luckily Pansy went back to her seat and stopped bothering Draco.

After my father explained everything we needed to know we quickly got to work making our potion. When I got up to get the ingredients to make the potion I felt dizzy again so I quickly sat back down. Like always Draco noticed and asked if I was okay, after insisting I was okay Blaise went to get the ingredients instead. 10 minutes into making the potion I heard a loud noise. When I looked up I saw Seamus Finnigan had blown up his potion yet again. Some of the Slytherins snickered while my father started scolding him. I heard my name come out of Pansy’s mouth again, saying I didn’t deserve to be Draco’s friend. I wasn’t gonna let her say something like that so I replied with, “Parkinson you look like a clown with all that makeup on. When are you going to learn that Draco will never like you?” “Shut up y/n. At least I don’t starve myself”. How did she even find out about that? The minute that came out of Pansy’s mouth my father started to walk toward us. “Y/n? What is Parkinson talking about?” My father asked me but I didn’t want him to know so I just replied with, “She’s lying”. Luckily class was dismissed and I got out of there as fast as I could before my father asked me to stay behind.

Draco, Blaise, Mattheo, and Theodore caught up to me after class. They all looked worried. “Is it true? Are you really starving yourself?” Draco asked. I didn’t say anything. They probably took my silence as an answer. “Why would you do this Y/n?” Mattheo asked. “You’re perfect just the way you are” Blaise had said. I didn’t know why I starved myself. I'm not overweight or anything. It started with me skipping breakfast then soon lunch and then I stopped eating completely. My father and friends had noticed this but I always brushed them off saying it was just a stomach bug but it wasn’t. I got so obsessed with counting my calories. I mean I didn’t really have a lot of control over my life so being able to control what I ate and how many calories I put in my body gave me a sense of control, it made me feel like I got my life back and I was doing alright.

I walked away from the boys and up to my dorm. I had my own dorm so I fell on my bed and started crying. I must have fallen asleep from all that crying. I didn’t know how much time had passed when I woke up. I got up and went into my ensuite bathroom. I looked in the mirror and saw my eyes were all puffy and red, my lips were chapped and my skin was pale. I heard a knock on my door, when I opened it I saw my father standing there with two plates of food. “May I come in?” He asked. I nodded and stepped to the side to let him in. My father conjured two chairs and a table. He placed one plate in front of one of the chairs and he placed the other plate in front of the other plate.

He pulled one of the chairs back and motioned for me to sit in it. I sat down in the chair and he sat in the other chair. “Y/n I know what you are going through. I’ve been through it as well,” my father said in a soft caring voice as if he spoke too loud I would break. Growing up he never really spoke about his childhood and when I would question him about it he would quickly dismiss me so I was surprised to hear this new information about him. “You need to eat Y/n please for me”. I picked up my spoon and picked up some mashed potatoes. I hesitantly put it in my mouth and tried to swallow but it was difficult because I felt like throwing up. I drank some water to help wash it down. My father started eating as well. He told me some stories from his childhood. Sometimes I forget that my father was my age once. After I ate half of my food and my father finished his, we talked some more. It was nice, we hadn’t spent a lot of time together because I was busy studying for the O.W.L. exams.

#severus snape #severus snape x you #severus snape x daughter #severus snapes daughter #slytherin #Spotify

[heliads]

A Purr-fect Mixup

Based on this request: “Seamus Finnigan x Reader where the reader gets turned into a cat and Seamus has to help get them back to normal! Maybe with a lot of fluff and some angst about being worried that the reader won’t be able to turn back?”

requested by @bstrones​

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It’s another morning at Hogwarts, another morning spent at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall. You can see students lined up and down the room, chattering away amongst themselves. The air around you is thick with conversation, whispered rumors and shouted lies. It’s all one big magical mess, and you couldn’t be happier to be here.

You’re sitting in between your two closest friends, Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas. Although nothing’s happened to put a damper on the morning, it is precisely because nothing has happened that has caused a rather upset frown to take up permanent residence on Seamus’ face. He slumps forward, morose. “Why is every day the same? Nothing exciting ever happens around here.”

Beside you, Dean chuckles. “We don’t need exciting things to happen, Seamus, you make things blow up every week. That’s all we need for entertainment.” You can’t help but chuckle at that, even as Seamus’ glare turns even more dour. He reaches forward to swat you on your shoulder, which you violently protest. “Hey! I didn’t even say anything!” Dean’s grinning even harder now, but Seamus ignored him. “You laughed at it. That’s worse.”

Your mouth drops open. “Is it? Is it really?” Seamus finally gives in to laughter. “No. You’re just closer than Dean.” You stare at him incredulously. “You’re impossible, both of you. I’m going to switch houses just because of that.” Dean raises an eyebrow. “You can’t switch houses. Once you’re sorted, you’re sorted. Besides, where would you even want to go? Slytherin?” Seamus and Dean erupt in identical shudders of horror at the mere mention of Gryffindor’s most ardent enemy.

You roll your eyes. “There are two other houses, you idiot. And anyway, I’d find a way to switch houses. Maybe I’ll bribe the Sorting Hat into letting me get away from you.” Seamus snorts. “Do you think the Sorting Hat accepts bribes? What would it even use the money for?” You make a face at him. “Anti-explosion protection.” This time, you’re expecting his vengeful smack, and dodge it with a grin.

However, Seamus’ revengeful attack only lasts so long before he sinks back into a morose disposition once again. “Still. You’d think for a magic school things would be a little more interesting. All we have is classwork and homework. I wish Harry Potter would go ahead and come up with some student-risking plot so we could get out of exams or something.” You laugh. “Harry’s not coming up with student-risking plots, he’s uncovering them. Maybe you can stage a coup so he can fight you.”

Dean smirks. “Seamus can set off a small fire and force Harry to duel him in front of all of us lest the castle burn to embers.” The two of you erupt into howls of laughter, much to Seamus’ displeasure. “You’re awful friends.” You grin over at him, utterly unbothered by his words. “Then leave us, dear Seamus. I don’t see you going anywhere.” Dean chuckles at this. “There’s a pretty good reason he isn’t leaving you.” He exchanges a significant look with Seamus, which causes the latter to glare at him. There’s something happening here, something you aren’t a part of and which you’re pretty sure you don’t want to know about.

Seamus, apparently eager to change the subject, brings up the topic of a recent homework assignment, although he casts one last nervous glance your way as if ensuring that you have no idea what Dean was talking about. The rest of breakfast passes by easily, although you can tell that Seamus is still a little restless. Truth be told, you’re pretty sure that you feel the same way. Sure, you’re studying to be a witch, but you’re still in school, and you can only take so much of that before you want something to switch up the usual boredom.

You’re not quite able to get rid of this disinclination to do anything, and apparently neither is Seamus, because less than a week later, he’s pulling you into an empty alcove of the castle, a triumphant grin on his face. You take one look at him and feel your suspicions rising over you like clouds over the sun- he’s got something up his sleeve, and knowing Seamus, it probably won’t be good.

“What is it? What have you done?” Seamus pulls a face. “Thanks for your confidence in me, Y/N. I haven’t done anything at all.” You raise an eyebrow. “Then why are you trying to hide something in your hands, and why are we somewhere no one can see us?” Seamus grins. “You know me too well. Okay, maybe I did do something after all.” He pauses for a second, and you wait a moment before giving in to curiosity. “Alright, alright. Out with it, Seamus. Cease the theatrics and get to it.”

Seamus pretends to be upset with this, but you know just as well as he does that it’s just an act- he couldn’t be truly upset with you for a second, nor he with you. That’s just the way your friendship works, even if recently it keeps being interrupted by lingering glances by either party or both or neither at all. 

“Well, Fred and George happened to leave one of their trunks open, and I was just passing by when I noticed something.” Your hand rises to your mouth, partially out of stunned incredulity and partly to hide the smile you can’t seem to shake. “Please tell me that you didn’t actually steal prank stuff from Fred and George Weasley. At least give me that.” Seamus just smirks. “Hey, we wanted to do something interesting, didn’t we? This will be interesting.”

You fold your arms across your chest, doing your best to keep your eyes from wandering to his hand to figure out just what he’s taken. “You said you were bored, not me.” Seamus shrugs. “You didn’t have to say it, I knew you were. Don’t tell me we’re not close enough that you actually have to say something for me to know what you’re thinking.” This truth, said so confidently in such a close and quiet space, hits you hard for some reason. It takes everything you have to not break into a bashful smile.

To distract yourself from this all too meaningful piece of honesty, you jerk your head towards the small vials in Seamus’ hands. “Alright, you’ve got me hooked. So, what did you get?” Seamus grins, displaying two identical glass tubes in his hands. “Potions, I think.” You deadpan. “No, really? I wouldn’t have guessed.” Seamus gives you a look, shoving you casually with his hand. This touch, so casual, feels like it lands with far more impact than the simple tap it truly was.

“Anyway, I think they’re potions, probably from that joke store they keep talking about opening. Want to try some?” You study the vials in his hands. They’re not labeled at all, except for a few colored strips of paper wrapped around each one. “How do you know what they do? What if we end up poisoning ourselves by mistake?” Seamus rolls his eyes. “Because I know what I’m doing. Do you really trust me so little, Y/N?” Not at all, you want to say. I trust you more than anyone else, more than I should. Instead, you just grin.

“Of course I trust you, I’m just making sure. So, what are they?” Seamus frowns. “Actually, I don’t know.” He holds up a hand to ward off your rising protests. “Okay, I know how it sounds. I know what they could be, but I don’t know what each one is. I think the red ones are Fire-Breathing Fusions, the blue ones are Chameleon Changers, and the silver ones are Metallic Murmurs. Which one do you want?” You study the vials for a while before pointing at the flask containing a strangely shiny ruby liquid. “The Fire-Breathing Fusion. It sounds interesting.”

Seamus nods sagely. “A good choice. Here you have it.” He hands you the bottle, and you eye it suspiciously one last time before downing the contents. You look at Seamus, who’s still choosing between the vials. “What, you haven’t decided which one yet?” Or, that’s what you wanted to say. Instead, no sound escapes your throat at all, because your throat feels as if it’s being yanked apart by invisible knives. Your hands rise to your neck frantically, but it doesn’t feel right at all. When you look back at Seamus, you swear that he looks far taller than before, or maybe it’s because you’re shrinking into something smaller, much smaller, until you don’t think that you’re yourself at all.

Seamus is starting to realize that he may have made a very, very bad mistake. See, he swore that he would be very careful when sneaking into Fred and George’s trunk, that he’d only take what he knew was safe, and he thought he was in the clear. He’d seen those exact vials passed around at parties; hell, he’d taken some himself. All the same, this does not explain why Y/N is no longer standing in front of him, and in her place is something small and oddly furry. If he didn’t know better, he’d say that Y/N is now a cat.

This makes no sense. She chose the red vial, the one that was supposed to make you breathe fire, yet instead she’s meowing indignantly by his feet. Seamus kneels down beside her, fascinated. “Y/N?” He asks, and the cat honestly looks as if it glares at him. Seamus can practically sense Y/N’s fury emanating out from the small animal beside him, and he knows for a fact that if she were able to speak, she’d be cursing him out viciously right now. The thought almost makes him laugh.

Then he thinks about what a mess he’s landed himself in, and his smile dries away in an instant. He’s got to get a cure, and now, before- well, what do you do when your closest friend has been turned into a cat? She’s never going to forgive him for this, is she? And that would be a shame, because Seamus has kind of built his days around being able to see her smile every morning and talk to her whenever he can, so if he has to live without her, it might honestly destroy him, so he really can’t have that.

Seamus straightens up, determinedly addressing the cat. “Alright, Y/N, I don’t know if you can understand me or not, but I’m going to go back to the Gryffindor dorm room and try to find an antidote to, well, whatever this is. I’ll be back in a moment.” He can swear that the cat is glaring at him, but Seamus pretends he doesn’t see it.

Instantly, he’s up and off, practically flying down the passageways until he reaches the Gryffindor common room. Seamus rattles off the password to a very disgruntled portrait, but the Fat Lady barely has time to complain about the hurry before he’s past her, speed walking through to the stairs leading to the dormitories. Luckily, there’s no one else in the boys’ dorms, so he’s able to rifle through Fred and George’s trunks without too much difficulty. Finally, he spots a vial full of a deep green liquid, one that’s marked with the same colored strip of paper as the one Y/N had drunk. He shoves it into his pocket, silently praying that it’s the right one, closes the trunk, and makes to leave the dorm room.

However, just as he’s reaching the top of the stairs, his path is blocked by two identical faces. Seamus groans inwardly when he realizes it’s Fred and George. Wonderful. What would be best is if they simply let him be, but the pranksters have never been able to let go of an opportunity to cause trouble, and they must be able to sense the frantic energy radiating from his every movement, because they move in unison to stop him from going any further.

Fred leans against the wall of the stairwell casually. “What’s the hurry, Finnigan? It’s barely the middle of the afternoon, no reason to go running about.” Seamus winces. “I’m, uh, meeting a friend. Can’t be late.” George raises an eyebrow. “You’re going to have to give us a little more than that. If we didn’t know better, we’d say you almost look-” “Suspicious.” Fred finishes his brother’s sentence. They both grin at Seamus, who is trying his best not to give off any signs that he’s just been rummaging around in their belongings after stealing a cat transformation potion of theirs and its corresponding antidote.

“Well, I, uh-” All excuses are drying up on his tongue before Seamus can find the capability to say them. George inclines his head forward. “Well? We expect entertainment. What’s got you so mixed up?” Seamus sighs. “I’m off to talk with- with Y/N. Alone. I need to see her.” It’s a half truth, but a surprisingly effective one. Instantly, Fred and George exchange significant looks, and grin, catlike. “See, that’s a good reason. We have hope for you, Finny-boy, and we think you could get with her if you wanted.”

Seamus pauses for a moment, baffled. “That’s not- it’s not like that-” Well, in truth, he’s not entirely off-put by the thought. In fact, the thought of being able to call Y/N his is a very tempting offer. Fred rolls his eyes. “Of course you’re not, Seamus, if that’s how you want to play it. We notice things, though, and we happen to think that you’d have a pretty good chance of her saying yes if you asked.” Seamus, who had been trying to edge past the twins, pauses. “Wait, really?” George nods. “Honestly. We know we have a little bit of a reputation around here, but we’re serious.” “Dead serious. You can do it, Seamus.”

With that, they move to the side, allowing Seamus to move on with some mild encouragement and high fives. To be honest, he’s not sure how he feels about the whole incident, but they haven’t found him out and he’s got Y/N’s cure, so there’s not really anything more he can hope to do. He races back to the alcove where he’d left cat-Y/N, and sighs with relief to notice that she’s still there. Evidently, she still trusts him after all.

Seamus holds up the vial triumphantly. “I’ve got it, I think.” The cat glares at him balefully, the question obvious in her eyes. You think? Seamus grimaces. “Well, it’s the best we’ve got. Come one, I wouldn’t kill you.” He uncorks the vial, silently hoping once again that this might actually work. He needs Y/N back. He really does.

Thankfully, the vial is correct this time, and within a few moments, Y/N’s back in front of him, human once more. Seamus grins in relief, but she’s hardly here for a few moments before her fist slams into his shoulder. Seamus stumbles back. “Ow! What was that for?” Y/N stares at him incredulously. “For turning me into a cat, you idiot. That was awful.” Seamus scratches the back of his head sheepishly. “Yeah, but I got you back, didn’t I? Snuck into Fred and George’s stuff for it and everything.”

Y/N raises an eyebrow. “You broke into the Weasley Twins’ trunk?” Seamus grins, almost proud of himself. “Yeah, I did.” Y/N chuckles. If he didn’t know better, he’d say she might even seem impressed. “Wow. You’ve got a death wish for sure.” Seamus smiles. “Maybe. I hope not for long, though, because we’ve got a trip to Hogsmeade coming up soon. Hey, you want to go with me?” This is not at all the way he’d anticipated asking her. In his head, Seamus had pictured something a little more careful, a little more polished, but the words came out in such a tidal wave that he couldn’t pull them back in time.

Y/N looks at him suspiciously. “Seamus Finnigan, are you asking me out?” Seamus nods weakly. “Yeah, I think I am.” All of a sudden, her pursed lips become a beaming smile. “Then I’d have to say yes. I’ll see you then?” Seamus does his best to keep his cool. “You will.” Just like that, he’s done it- and all it took was a mild potion mix-up for his trouble.

harry potter tag list: sorry i missed our meow-rriage (sorry i couldn’t resist) @underc0vercryptid​, @cameronsails​, @chaoticgirl04​, @aleksanderwh0r3​

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