I glared at Seamus.
"You are the most sexist, womanizing, flirtatious, annoying boy ever!" I exclaimed. He smirked at me. His sandy hair was swept carelessly around his face, making my heart flutter. I quelled that feeling instantly. This was my ex-boyfriend's best mate. And my brother's friend.
"You can't help but be attracted to my amazing looks, princess," Seamus said, his Irish accent more pronounced on the word 'princess'. His light blue eyes lit up as he smiled. I became quite aware that I was very close to a wall. And he was right in front of me.
"Hmm?" he asked, cocking his head to the side to look at me. I couldn't speak. He smirked in satisfaction. "Wow! This is a first, Ginerva Weasley at a loss for words. And by a peasant no less. Not setting high standards are you, princess?" My heartbeat quickened as he stepped a bit closer to me.
"Not a peasant," I mumbled, my lips barely moving. He winked.
"What was that?"
"Nothing, Mr. Finnigan," I said quietly. He pressed me against the wall.
"Are you saying I'm worthy of a princess?" he asked. I swallowed as he leaned closer. His arms slipped around my waist.
"I'm no princess," I said. Seamus laughed.
"Every beautiful girl is a princess."
"I'm not beautiful," I said downcast. Seamus's lips tentatively brushed against mine.
"You're beautiful to me," he breathed. The kiss was by far the best kiss I had ever received. When we pulled away, I was almost disappointed but happy that it had happened.
"Ron will kill you if he finds out!" I laughed.
"I don't kiss and tell," Seamus smirked, and he kissed me again.