.All I Want For Christmas.
Summary: Just a short Hermione-Seamus fluff I wrote a couple days before
Christmas when I got bored. I'll accept flames, as long as they are well
constructed and make sense and aren't all like, "thiz sux cuz hermy n
seamus will neva beh!" because that just gets on my nerves. Please review!
Seamus Finnigan opened his dark green eyes to the pitch black of the 6th year boy's dormitory. Sitting up, he felt around for the opening in the drapes, so he could get up. The sun wasn't up yet, obviously, or he'd been able to see already. He just couldn't sleep; Seamus had tossed and turned all night, with no luck. It was odd for him, since, most Christmas's he always slept in to at least 9 or 10 in the morning, Dean usually shaking him awake. Sighing, he pushed himself off his large four-poster.
He almost yelped when his feet touched the cold, hard floor. After about two minutes of looking, Seamus slipped a pair of shoes on, and quietly opened the door, tip-toeing out of the room. He headed down to the common room, and was surprised on who he saw, snuggled up on one of the red velvet couches. "Hermione?" He whispered, and smiled at how cute she looked. She was clutching Hogwarts: a History.
Hermione's chocolate brown eyes opened, looking up at him, still half asleep. She blinked, and said softly, "Seamus? What are you doing down here?" She rubbed her eyes, sitting up and placing her book on the table. The warm flames reflected off his forest green eyes, as he watched Hermione. She scooted over so he could sit next to her.
"I should be asking you the same thing." He half smirked, pushing loose strands of his dark brown hair out of his eyes. "Waiting up for Ol' Saint Nick?"
She giggled, answering, "No, Earlier I couldn't get to sleep, so I took a book down with me, and sat up reading.and I guess I finally fell asleep." Seamus finally moved to sit next to her, and picked up Hogwart's: A History.
"No wonder you fell asleep. After the first paragraph, I would of too." Hermione rolled her eyes at him, and he just laughed. "I'm only kidding. I'm sure I would have lasted through the first page." Then she burst out laughing. "It wasn't that funny." But then, he erupted in laughter when he saw her expression. Seamus noticed that one of Hermione's bushy curls had fallen out of line and onto her forehead, and was tempting him to pull it back. After debating with himself silently, he brought a nervous, shaking hand across her face, brushing the loose piece away.
She looked up at him, her cheeks turning a rosy pink from his touch. She wanted to say something-anything--but when she opened her mouth, no words came out. Seamus leaned in, kissed her lips softly, and pulled away a few seconds later. Hermione's index finger traced where his lips had been only moments before. She now was a crimson red, and wished he hadn't pulled away. "I'm, Uh, Sorry." He mumbled, moving to get up, but her hand pushed him back down, and this time she was the one to kiss him. Seamus didn't pull away, instead, he pushed her closer to him, murmuring in her ear. "Merry Christmas, Hermione."
Seamus Finnigan opened his dark green eyes to the pitch black of the 6th year boy's dormitory. Sitting up, he felt around for the opening in the drapes, so he could get up. The sun wasn't up yet, obviously, or he'd been able to see already. He just couldn't sleep; Seamus had tossed and turned all night, with no luck. It was odd for him, since, most Christmas's he always slept in to at least 9 or 10 in the morning, Dean usually shaking him awake. Sighing, he pushed himself off his large four-poster.
He almost yelped when his feet touched the cold, hard floor. After about two minutes of looking, Seamus slipped a pair of shoes on, and quietly opened the door, tip-toeing out of the room. He headed down to the common room, and was surprised on who he saw, snuggled up on one of the red velvet couches. "Hermione?" He whispered, and smiled at how cute she looked. She was clutching Hogwarts: a History.
Hermione's chocolate brown eyes opened, looking up at him, still half asleep. She blinked, and said softly, "Seamus? What are you doing down here?" She rubbed her eyes, sitting up and placing her book on the table. The warm flames reflected off his forest green eyes, as he watched Hermione. She scooted over so he could sit next to her.
"I should be asking you the same thing." He half smirked, pushing loose strands of his dark brown hair out of his eyes. "Waiting up for Ol' Saint Nick?"
She giggled, answering, "No, Earlier I couldn't get to sleep, so I took a book down with me, and sat up reading.and I guess I finally fell asleep." Seamus finally moved to sit next to her, and picked up Hogwart's: A History.
"No wonder you fell asleep. After the first paragraph, I would of too." Hermione rolled her eyes at him, and he just laughed. "I'm only kidding. I'm sure I would have lasted through the first page." Then she burst out laughing. "It wasn't that funny." But then, he erupted in laughter when he saw her expression. Seamus noticed that one of Hermione's bushy curls had fallen out of line and onto her forehead, and was tempting him to pull it back. After debating with himself silently, he brought a nervous, shaking hand across her face, brushing the loose piece away.
She looked up at him, her cheeks turning a rosy pink from his touch. She wanted to say something-anything--but when she opened her mouth, no words came out. Seamus leaned in, kissed her lips softly, and pulled away a few seconds later. Hermione's index finger traced where his lips had been only moments before. She now was a crimson red, and wished he hadn't pulled away. "I'm, Uh, Sorry." He mumbled, moving to get up, but her hand pushed him back down, and this time she was the one to kiss him. Seamus didn't pull away, instead, he pushed her closer to him, murmuring in her ear. "Merry Christmas, Hermione."