A/N: My very first Harry Potter fan fiction! I wanted to write something about Seamus, 'cause I just love me them cute Irish dudes ;) Enjoy! And if you DO enjoy it, would you mind leaving a kind review? Much thanks. Ciao bellas:)

I obviously do not own "Harry Potter." If I did, do you honestly think I would be wasting time typing up a fan fiction about it? Pssh… I wish I was as creative and wealthy as J.K.

"Harry, are we going to the Room of Requirement?" Hermione asked.

We- Ron, Hermione, Luna, Ginny, and I -were marching up the seventh floor staircase behind Harry. I, Mackenzie McIntyre, am the newest member of their group. I'm in Ravenclaw and a good friend of Luna and Ginny's. I'm short and have blue eyes, and at the moment, I have auburn hair and light freckles. I am a Metamorphmagus. Most of the time I can control my hair color and my facial features, but when my emotions are too high, they override my control and change my hair color. I change to a short, spiky, blood red hairdo when I'm angry, a short, blonde bob when I'm hungry, and then it turns stringy, long, and green when I'm sick. My emotions are numerous, as are the colors my hair can be.

"Yeah, I left a book in here yesterday," he answered.

"Why were you up here?" Ron asked.

"I needed some alone time."

As we approached the corridor which led to the Room of Requirement, we saw a grand mahogany door slam shut. Someone was using the Room already. Harry decided to open the door quickly before it disappeared, just out of curiosity. What we found was very curious indeed.

The room was a moderate size and the walls were a sickly green color, much like the Slytherin common room. A single dim light hung above the table. A Slytherin banner hung on the back wall. The wall on the right was lined with bookshelves, another with shelves and cabinets of a vast assortment of alcohol. Many squashy couches sat in a neat circle around a short, square table.

"Had enough, Finnigan?"

Gregory Goyle had Seamus in a tight headlock while Vincent Crabbe punched him in the gut continuously. Pansy Parkinson sat on one of the couches, squealing like a pig with laughter. Draco stood over the struggling Seamus, an evil grin across his pale face. Harry's book was long forgotten.

The Gryffindors, Luna, and I ran to his rescue. Harry hit Goyle with a Stunning Jinx, and Hermione did the same with Crabbe. Both meatheads were sprawled onto the stone floor with blank expressions. Ron had tackled Draco and was now pinning his shoulders to the floor. Pansy's pug face was stricken with fear as Ginny stood over her, wand centimeters from her nose. Luna and I stood back, holding Seamus' hands in comfort. He didn't seem to mind.

I didn't mind either; I had the biggest crush on him. My hair turns a cute, light pink at the tips and a heart-shaped freckle forms on the left corner of my mouth whenever I'm around Seamus. Looking at the tips of my hair, Luna smiled at me, knowing my secret.

Harry spoke to Ron with authority, "Pick Malfoy up. Hold his arms back." Ron did as told. He then spoke to Hermione, "Keep an eye on the brutes." She moved near them, wand ready in case they stirred.

Harry now looked at Draco, "What the bloody hell were you doing to Seamus?" he asked heatedly.

"He looked far too happy walking down the hall with his modified "Weasley is Our King" badge," Malfoy retorted, struggling to come free of Ron's grasp.

"Don't squirm, you git," Ron grunted.

The three continued to argue while Luna and I talked to Seamus.

"Are you alright, Seamus?" Luna asked in a quiet voice, removing her hand from his. I reluctantly let go of his other hand.

"M fine," he mumbled, "Thanks. All I did was wear the damn badge." He turned to me, "Bloody arrogant, those three. That Pansy's a right pig, ya know."

I snorted, "Yeah. She's in our Potions class. Dumb bitch has to take lower level classes."

"Thought Slytherins were 'sposed ta be sorta smart. Not like Ravenclaws, though," he nudged the two of us, "Obviously not, looking at Crabbe, Goyle, and Parkinson," he let out a sharp laugh. We smiled at each other before turning back to the argument.

"So you have your own room to beat kids up in," Harry snapped.

"Not really. Some days we just come around to hang out."

"I wish it wasn't such an ugly color. I feel sick just looking around," Ginny cut in. As she said this, the wall changed to a light tan. "Much better. Oh and maybe the couches could be a little cleaner."

And with that, the couches instantly looked fresher and less dingy. She smiled triumphantly. The rest of the crew looked relieved that the green was gone. Even Pansy looked slightly happier.

"No, keep it green," Draco called. The walls changed back.

"No, back to the tan color." They changed.

"Green."

"Tan," the walls changed yet again, "And stay that way. Only I can change the color now. Oh and replace the Slytherin banner with a Hogwarts one."

"What? Walls green and a Slytherin banner." Nothing. "Dammit, Weasley."

"Stupefy! Stupefy," Hermione cried, "Sorry, they were waking up."

"Doesn't matter now. We're leaving," Harry ordered.

Our bunch strolled to the large doors. Seamus pulled at the brass handles, but the doors didn't budge. He pulled harder. He was a strong kid, but the doors weren't opening. He tried pushing them, thinking he was just opening it wrong. They remained shut.

"Alright, who sealed the bloody doors?" he asked impatiently. Oh, that Irish accent is so cute even when he's mad!

A deep, disembodied, unrecognizable voice came from nowhere.

"The doors have been locked. Slytherins and Gryffindors have been fighting for far too long. It is time you settled your differences. It doesn't matter how you do it, as long as it isn't violent. You will not be let out until this centuries-old and petty battle is settled."

"Bloody hell!" Ron and Draco cried in unison.

"What are we going to do?" Luna asked.

"We...we could...um...sit down...and talk..." Hermione suggested, her voice cautious.

"No way in hell are we going to "settle our differences" with this lot," Draco cried.

"Do ya wanta be locked in here until we die?" Seamus shot at him.

"No," Pansy cried, "Draco, please. I refuse to die because you want to be stubborn."

"Fine…Fine, we'll talk. I just hope this doesn't take long."