Disclaimer: See first chapter
*this story is going to disregard most of the sixth and all of the seventh book as will most of my stories. Due to personal reasons I have not had the time to read the seventh book. So boo hiss to you if you don't like it.
Siren sat on the couch listening to Ron and Hermione say their goodnights to Seamus at the door to the Room of Requirement. The young couple had decided to leave their two friends and sneak off somewhere for a little privacy before bed. Hermione waved to Siren and departed the room- dragging her eager boyfriend behind her. The sky outside the windows had darkened into an almost midnight hue. According to the clock it was only 10:00 PM, but Siren could barely keep her eyes open.
"So…" Seamus began, while falling gracefully onto the couch Hermione and Ron had vacated.
"So?" Siren asked.
"You're not human," he laughed at her exasperated sigh. "That explains a lot. You know, I knew that day you introduced yourself to the school that you had been in our dorm."
He looked at her, expecting some kind of reaction, but didn't find any. Siren just continued to stare into the fire burning merrily in the grate. "We've become friends- you and I. In general I believe that honesty is the best policy between friends. So, that being the case… when I woke up that night why did you disappear? Why didn't you say anything to me the next day?
"… I was nervous, maybe a little afraid," Siren said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"Afraid of what? I'm a giant, cuddly teddy bear of a guy!"
"Hahahaha, that may be the case Seamus, but sirens are different from most other magical creatures. Take veelas for example, once they reach maturity they find their mates through a certain smell. Sirens do things a little differently because we're from the other side of the family tree. We're not predestined for any one person per say because there are several potential mates out there for us. There is however a certain compatibility of auras that leads us to those potential mates…"
"Wait wait wait… are you saying that we, you and me, could be predestined to be together? That's just a little weird…"
"Would it be so horrible?"
"Not particularly," the young Irishman replied, a small smile on his face. "It's just… I never pictured myself as a mate to anyone, and not to be rude but I barely know you."
"I'm not saying we jump into bed and cement the bond! You aren't the only one out there who is compatible with me! As I said, there are several potential mates for a siren," Siren hesitated as a look entered Seamus' eyes that she couldn't decipher. "I've met several who could be my mate. Most of them were full-blooded sirens. Two of them were human. Then there was you… you drew me closer and faster than any of the others combined. I was scared, and as you said, I didn't know you. I barely know you now. It scared me that I couldn't control the draw as I had in the past."
They stared at each other, waiting as the clock ticked the minutes away. Neither wanted to say anything more but there were questions hanging between them that made the air seem thick and almost palpable. Siren felt his eyes on her, felt the questions burning within him to be asked and she could no more meet his gaze than read the fortunes in the fire.
"All I know," she started, "Is that when Pansy betrayed her honor and came at me from behind you protected me. When I saw you hurt and smelled your blood in the air I lost… I lost control of myself. That damn witch could've killed you and all I could think of was how I wanted her dead. I've never hurt anyone like that before and I had hoped I never would. Even now the blood screams in my veins for vengeance and that scares me."
Here she paused and finally looked up at the young Irishman across from her. He was sitting watching her with a look in his eyes that made her heart race with anticipation, but calmed the cry in her body to kill the woman who hurt him. He was leaning forward with his elbows on his knees and his hands clasped in front of him. The dark brown hair fell forward over his face and hung just above his eyes. She saw in him then something that she had never before seen in any of the others, men or women, who could have been her mate. It was a challenge. A purely simple challenge to try to take him and make both of them into what they were meant to be.
"I don't know about all that," he replied, reaching out his hand to her. "What I do know is that you, Siren Potter, are without a doubt the strangest, most complex and yet overly simple, woman I 'ave ever met in my life. I 'ave no idea what made me jump in front of that knife; nor do I 'ave any idea why I am not monumentally more freaked out about what I've learned in the past hour than I am at the current moment. I mean—it isn't everyday you find out that some of your friends are half creature and that you could potentially be a predestined soul mate for one of them! I do know that life is never dull with a Potter around! Now… I'm tired and I'm going to bed. Are you coming?"
"I thought we just agreed we barely know each other Seamus…" Siren smirked as she took his hand to get up off the couch.
Seamus' jaw dropped at that and then he let out a hearty laugh. She pushed his shoulder and raced to the door. He was right behind her and managed to push the door shut before she could open it all the way. She looked over her shoulder at him expecting him to make a joke, but the look in his eyes was a mixture of seriousness and excitement. Those eyes pulled at her and she found herself leaning into his arms. She closed her eyes and turned her face up to kiss him, but just at that moment he tapped her on the nose with the tip of his finger.
"Tag…" he whispered. "You're it…"
With that he slipped out the door and was gone down the corridor.
I know it's short, but please review. As always constructive criticism is welcome, but please no flames!
