While I don't own Harry Potter, I really like the idea of Seamus Finnigan and Luna Lovegood as a couple, and so I present to you my story "Foxes, Hares, and Owls". A good Harry Potter fan knows that a fox and hare are Seamus and Luna's patronuses (respectively), but what is with the owls, you ask? Well this story has several chapters, each based on a line of an Owl City song. I hope you enjoy it, and tell me what you think of it!
The Yacht Club: "She'd rather fall in chocolate than in love, especially with me."
Dean Thomas flipped onto his four-post canopy bed, grabbed a football magazine that had a special article on West Ham, and kicked off his trainers. He got the chance to finger through the glossy, colorful pages for a mere moment before an interruption befell him. Seamus Finnigan burst through the dormitory door, strode across the room, and pulled away the magazine, all in a very dramatic manner. An insane grin was plastered across his gently freckled face; that grin easily reached both his eyes and his ears. Dean could have guessed the theme of the coming rant quite easily. That was a Luna Lovegood grin.
"She said 'hi' to me, Dean! Luna-gorgeous-Lovegood actually greeted me. One sweet, memorable, airy syllable. The most gorgeous second year, nay, Ravenclaw in Hogwarts said 'hi' to Yours Truly!" Seamus laughed to himself in ecstasy and walked over to the standing mirror.
"Admiring the conquering hero?" Dean teased. "Or are you simply trying to find a new good luck charm, you foolish Irishman?"
The tips of Seamus's ears pinked noticeably, and his Adam's apple bobbed when he gulped. "It must've been the tie," he muttered to himself. "I never wear my tie, but yesterday Sprout threatened me withing an inch of my life if I was out of uniform again. She's awfully picky for such a grubby little woman, eh?" Dean started to agree, but was interrupted. "Anyway, I think it was the tie. It'll be a pain in the neck-no pun intended-to remember it everyday, but worth it. Do you think she even knows my name?"
"Probably, but only from you trying to get her number last year. Which was quite foolish; you stalked her enough to know she's pureblood. But do you know what I think would be worth it?"
Seamus popped a chocolate frog in his mouth and chewed to avoid it hopping out. He shuddered. "Had a bit of bounce left in the leg. Come again?"
"Actually talking to the girl would be worth it."
Seamus coughed heartily. "Don't joke about that, Dean. Particularly while I've got a charmed frog in my system."
"Come on, she's only a second year. She's got to be positively aching to talk to an older, male student. All you've got to do is beat the others to the punch, and she'll be head over heels for you. To be honest, I don't think you've got too many admirers to climb over, either."
"Luna's not like that," Seamus explained with a melodramatic sigh. "She'd rather fall in a nest of wrackspurts than in love, especially with me."
"Wrackspurts? What the bloody hell are wrackspurts?"
Seamus got a dreamy look in his deep brown eyes. "I don't even know. I think she said they were insects... I couldn't ask for an explanation; she was talking to the Patil twins, not me."
Dean laughed. "So in other words, you were eavesdropping."
"No. It was more like listening in on a lecture hall."
"Sure." Dean started to shake his head and enjoy his magazine again, but he paused. "Wait a moment. You said 'fall in love' a little minute ago. You aren't that serious about this twelve year old, are you Seamus?" The glint in Dean's eye said it all.
Seamus felt his hands get clammy. "No, it was just an expression." Why are they clammy? he thought to himself as Dean chortled. I barely know the girl. It was true. He only knew her by reputation, and he admitted to himself (and sometimes Dean) that her apparent craziness fazed him a little bit. However, he laughed to himself when he heard of her antics, and sighed when he listened to that airy voice. When that voice was directed at him, like today, his heart nearly stopped. Not to mention that miss Luna Lovegood was absolutely gorgeous in his eyes. She was a mere twelve, but to him, there was no woman more beautiful. Nor was there anyone less brilliant, besides possibly Hermione. Often, Seamus overheard the professors admiring her work; regretting having to take off points for inaccurate side notes about her creatures.
Still daydreaming, Seamus attempted to de-clammify his hands on the sides of his pants. The effort was futile. He sat down and began working on his late potions essay, fingering his new lucky tie. He would have that tie on hand for the rest of his Hogwarts days, though he never again brought up the reason why.
Love it? Hate it? I can't guarantee a length for anything, it all depends on how well the song flourishes. Comment, please!