Title: The only witch for me
Summary: Hiding out in the room of requirement during their 7th year, Seamus and Lavender becomes friends. Surviving tragedy changes the way people look at things.
Length: Drabble
Rating: K
Prompts: metaphor, cold,
Pairing: Seamus/Lavender
Era: Seventh year
It was cold, freezing cold in the room of requirement, because they couldn't risk a fireplace on account of the floo network. Instead, the room provided a large bronze brazier in the middle of the room which they used to burn things for heat. They were all huddled together on pallets-they gave up on the hammocks when the nightmares they were having caused them to fall out repeatedly. They lie surrounding the fire under masses of quilts and wool blankets, clinging to each other for body heat.
Lavender woke lazily, stretching like a cat and rolling away from Seamus's chest. He mumbled something, voice obscured by his think Irish accent. She grinned, and got up to make breakfast, as had become routine. She and Ginny were the only ones who could really cook, as they had learned the hard way not to let Neville or Seamus with in a seven foot radius of the kitchen. Honestly, there were still scorch marks and pasta sauce crusted on the ceiling.
Eggs, Lavender decided, were easy to make in enormous quantities, as were needed. She was heating up the large pan and turned to get the eggs out of the icebox. When she turned back, suddenly Seamus was there, startling her.
"For Godric's sake, Shae, how many times do I have to tell you not to sneak up on me?" Lavender exclaimed.
"Sorry, Love." He replied, with a smirk.
"What are you doing up so early anyway? Hmm?"
"Well I was having a lovely lie in when someone had to leave the cozy warmth at this ungodly hour." Seamus pouted.
She laughed, something that happened far less often lately than it used to.
"You sure it's me you want to be waking up next to?" Lavender asked teasingly. "I'm sure I saw Romilda giving you the eye last night. You two could live happily ever after, eh?"
Seamus mimed vomiting, and said "You know you're the only witch for me, Lav."
She raised an eyebrow, but didn't protest.
"You DO know that, right? I told ya, I love you. I don't know what's going to happen in this bloody madhouse, but all I know I want to be with you when it happens!" He rushed out.
"I know, Shae. And it terrifies me. You could die. I could die. That's mad. And- And- everything I had ever wanted for the future is impossible now."
"What did you want? I swear, if I can, I will give you anything, everything you want. What do you want?"
"I-I wanted to- No, you'll laugh." She mumbled.
"I won't, I promise- I swear it." He promised.
"Well, I had wanted to- I want to be a singer, you know, like the Weird Sisters? I used to sing all the time, and everyone said I had a fair voice- But, now- Who wants to listen to a half-blood sing? No one, not if they win, Shae." Lavender said.
Seamus smiled, "I would. The world's your stage, Lav."
"The world? What-"
"Just a metaphor, Kitten."