Hermione's p.o.v.
He was staring at me. Why was Seamus staring at me? When I felt the intensity of his hott green eyes, I had to look away, get away, anything. And what does he do? He follows me!!
All of a sudden, I'm whipped around by the arm to face Seamus. "Hermione? Can I ask you a big favor?"
"That depends on what it is."
"Okay, then. This is going to sound strange and extremely silly..."
"Oh, spit it out, Finnigan!"
"Willyoupretendtobemygirlfriend?" he said very fast, so fast I couldn't understand him.
"Excuse me?" I asked.
"I know, I know, you probably think I'm bloody insane-"
"No! I couldn't understand a word you said. Say it slowly this time!" I told him. "Will you pretend to be my girlfriend?" Seamus re-iterated.
I htink my eyes are about as big as dinner plates at this point.
"You're right, I do think your bloody insane, Seamus!"
"Wait, 'Mione! Let me tell you just one example of why I need this favor!" he says, giving me a blast of puppy-dog eyes. "All right then."
"You know HAnnah Abbott, right?" I nod my head. "Well, this summer, about amonth ago, when I went to Diagon Alley, she and her family were there as well. One morning, at about 7:30 a.m., I wake up to frantic knocking on my door. I think, 'Is something wrong?' and so I get up to answer it, wearing only the boxers I wore to bed. When I open the door, there's Hannah, carrying two trays with breakfast on them, along with roses in vases. I rub my eyes, and before my hands are gone from my face, she scurries in, jumps into my bed with her tray, and says, "Seamus, come here and join me for breakfast!" and pats the spot next to her."
I partially open my mouth, but Seamus holds up a hand to silence me.
"Hold on, Hermione, it gets worse."
I nod my head to give him the signal to continue. "So two weeks after turning her out of my room, my house shakes with the signal of someone flooing in. We were having a family reunion, and my mother's side was going to use floo powder. Thinking it was them, I ran down the stairs to greet them. But noooo, it's Hannah. She races up to me, grabs my head, and starts fully kissing me! I mean with tongue, and she's getting all touchy-feely, and-"
"Seamus! I do not need to hear all the bloody details!" I interupt, disgusted.
"Okay, well, I'm just standing there, too shocked to do anything, when I hear applaus. Turns out, in my schocked state, I hadn't noticed my aunts, uncles, and cousins had arrived, and they were watching the whole thing!"
"Seamus, it's not that bad. You'll just look back and laugh one day," I reply.
"No, see that's only one story, there's dozens even worse!"
"Seamus? Where are you?" We hear a female voice calling.
"Hermione, please? I'll do anything! I'll study with you, help a lot more on all the prefect things we're supposed to do than I normaly would..." he keeps rambling on, so I take the opprotunity to take a good look at Seamus. Ginny had spiked his brown hair, then rumpled it to give him the 'Fresh- out-of-bed' look, and he recieved a good few muscles from his keeper training. I'd forgotten he was also a prefect, and we'd be living together, but was now reminded by the badge on his chest. "...I'll even join Spew!"
"First of all, it's S.P.E.W., and second, fine, I'll do it! Only because you look so pitiful, but nothing extreme, okay?"
"Thank you so much! I owe you big-time for this!"
Just then, we see Padma Patil coming down the train aisle. "There you are, sugar-pie!" she squeales.
"Hello, Padma," says Seamus. "Sorry I can't stay, but 'Mione and I really need to get going," he puts his arm around my waist. "Right, darling?" "Sure, baby," I say, and stand on tiptoe to peck his cheek.
We turn away from a fuming Padma, and walk back to the compartment, his arm still around me.
He was staring at me. Why was Seamus staring at me? When I felt the intensity of his hott green eyes, I had to look away, get away, anything. And what does he do? He follows me!!
All of a sudden, I'm whipped around by the arm to face Seamus. "Hermione? Can I ask you a big favor?"
"That depends on what it is."
"Okay, then. This is going to sound strange and extremely silly..."
"Oh, spit it out, Finnigan!"
"Willyoupretendtobemygirlfriend?" he said very fast, so fast I couldn't understand him.
"Excuse me?" I asked.
"I know, I know, you probably think I'm bloody insane-"
"No! I couldn't understand a word you said. Say it slowly this time!" I told him. "Will you pretend to be my girlfriend?" Seamus re-iterated.
I htink my eyes are about as big as dinner plates at this point.
"You're right, I do think your bloody insane, Seamus!"
"Wait, 'Mione! Let me tell you just one example of why I need this favor!" he says, giving me a blast of puppy-dog eyes. "All right then."
"You know HAnnah Abbott, right?" I nod my head. "Well, this summer, about amonth ago, when I went to Diagon Alley, she and her family were there as well. One morning, at about 7:30 a.m., I wake up to frantic knocking on my door. I think, 'Is something wrong?' and so I get up to answer it, wearing only the boxers I wore to bed. When I open the door, there's Hannah, carrying two trays with breakfast on them, along with roses in vases. I rub my eyes, and before my hands are gone from my face, she scurries in, jumps into my bed with her tray, and says, "Seamus, come here and join me for breakfast!" and pats the spot next to her."
I partially open my mouth, but Seamus holds up a hand to silence me.
"Hold on, Hermione, it gets worse."
I nod my head to give him the signal to continue. "So two weeks after turning her out of my room, my house shakes with the signal of someone flooing in. We were having a family reunion, and my mother's side was going to use floo powder. Thinking it was them, I ran down the stairs to greet them. But noooo, it's Hannah. She races up to me, grabs my head, and starts fully kissing me! I mean with tongue, and she's getting all touchy-feely, and-"
"Seamus! I do not need to hear all the bloody details!" I interupt, disgusted.
"Okay, well, I'm just standing there, too shocked to do anything, when I hear applaus. Turns out, in my schocked state, I hadn't noticed my aunts, uncles, and cousins had arrived, and they were watching the whole thing!"
"Seamus, it's not that bad. You'll just look back and laugh one day," I reply.
"No, see that's only one story, there's dozens even worse!"
"Seamus? Where are you?" We hear a female voice calling.
"Hermione, please? I'll do anything! I'll study with you, help a lot more on all the prefect things we're supposed to do than I normaly would..." he keeps rambling on, so I take the opprotunity to take a good look at Seamus. Ginny had spiked his brown hair, then rumpled it to give him the 'Fresh- out-of-bed' look, and he recieved a good few muscles from his keeper training. I'd forgotten he was also a prefect, and we'd be living together, but was now reminded by the badge on his chest. "...I'll even join Spew!"
"First of all, it's S.P.E.W., and second, fine, I'll do it! Only because you look so pitiful, but nothing extreme, okay?"
"Thank you so much! I owe you big-time for this!"
Just then, we see Padma Patil coming down the train aisle. "There you are, sugar-pie!" she squeales.
"Hello, Padma," says Seamus. "Sorry I can't stay, but 'Mione and I really need to get going," he puts his arm around my waist. "Right, darling?" "Sure, baby," I say, and stand on tiptoe to peck his cheek.
We turn away from a fuming Padma, and walk back to the compartment, his arm still around me.