Despite being angry with Harry for choosing Dean over himself, Seamus Finnigian was watching their first practice. After all, Dean was his best mare and he couldn't be abandoned. It was a turn of luck that Hermione Granger was at the practice as well. Seamus had had a crush on her since their first year. He had tried to get enough courage to ask her to the Yule Ball, but bloody Krum had asked her first. He glance over at her, but she was still totally absorbed by the essay she was writing. Every so often the wind would blow her hair into her face, obscuring her view. Whenever this happened she would hurriedly brush it aside and go back to writing.

When a particularly strong gust came Hermione had to clutch her parchment to keep it from fluttering away. Taking this opportunity, Seamus reached out and pushed her hair back for her. He was watching her reaction carefully, as she froze and glanced at him with wide brown eyes. Embarrassed, Seamus looked around frantically for anything to distract her.

"Ron seems to be doing well! Which is good, since he can be kind of spotty... Oh, and there goes Ginny and Dean, trying to score on him! And he didn't block it... So they scored... Well, I-" he trailed off knowing he was babbling, and she hadn't even moved at all, and was still watching him with her big doe eyes. He stood up, mumbling some excuse about going to the library to research the potions essay, and all but fled to the castle. As he walked down the length of the pitch Seamus saw Hermione give him a tiny wave, which he immediately returned before turning away with a smile on his face.

Back in the stands Hermione smiled to herself. She had never paid much attention to Seamus, though his pyrotechnics had always amused her. Fourth year she had thought it seemed like he wanted to ask her to the Yule Ball, but she had been wrong about that, since he hadn't even tried, and she forgot about it. As she thought more about it, she realized not only was he noble for coming to support Dean in his first practice, he was really quite attractive, and his accent always made her heart skip a beat. And when he met her gaze she had seen the same spark that always flew from his fingertips. She quickly grabbed her bag and ran after him towards the library.