A/N Eee. I haven't updated in aaages.
Disclaimer:Okay, you know the drill..story is mine..characters are not.. JK Rowling..genius..blahblahblah.
(I also just realised that this story will sound awful if you don't read/imagine Seamus doing it all with an Irish accent)
"Look! It's a face!"
Seamus pushed his deformed plate of bangers and mash across the table to show his girlfriend. Lavender raised her eyebrows and laughed, shaking her head. "You're strange, Seamus Finnigan."
Seamus folded his arms defiantly. "So you're goin' t' sit there and say that that's not a certain Picasso duplicate? It's a masterpiece! What d'you take me for, an amateur?" (A/N Irishness!)
Lavender frowned slightly, more out of thought than annoyance. "We have to talk."
"And I have to go give Ron a wedgie.. s'cuse me.." He made as if to leave the table but Lavender grabbed his arm to stop him. "We need to talk /now/."
Seamus sat back in his seat reluctantly. He fidgeted for a bit, then looked up.
"So what I do now, huh?"
Lavender stared right back at him, with a pained expression written across her face. "Nothing. You did nothing. I …. I just …" she took a deep breath. "Seamus, I'm breaking up with you."
He blinked several times, then said blankly, "Why?"
"Because this isn't right. We're not right. We're completely different. I can't explain, Seamus." She looked down quickly after she said this, her hands in her lap. Finally, after what seemed like an age, she looked up, and shifted uncomfortably. "I think I'm going to leave now."
"Lavender! Wait!" Seamus took her arm and pulled her towards him. "Please don't leave me. I can be anything you want me to be. I can be the same as you..just..just give me a chance.." He put on the puppy dog face and stared sorrowfully at her. "Pweese?"
Suddenly Lavender took his hand and threw it off her arm. "You can never be serious, can you? Well I have two words for you: grow up!"
And with that, she grabbed her books and ran out of the Great Hall, crying.
Seamus too got up, and, forgetting his books, ran. He thought we was going to pursue her, but as soon as he got to Gryffindor tower, he found himself sprinting up the staircase to the boys' dormitories. He flung himself into his bed and closed the curtains hurriedly.
How long he lay there, he did not know. Images of Lavender kept flashing across his mind. How could he have let this happen? Why hadn't he been more serious about her? After yelling internally at himself for his mistake, he promptly turned over and sobbed into his pillow. Seamus cried, as he had never before, for lost love and lost times. After several hours, he knew not how many, he finally fell asleep, into rough sleep laced with dreams of Lavender vanishing every time he looked upon her face.
Disclaimer:Okay, you know the drill..story is mine..characters are not.. JK Rowling..genius..blahblahblah.
(I also just realised that this story will sound awful if you don't read/imagine Seamus doing it all with an Irish accent)
"Look! It's a face!"
Seamus pushed his deformed plate of bangers and mash across the table to show his girlfriend. Lavender raised her eyebrows and laughed, shaking her head. "You're strange, Seamus Finnigan."
Seamus folded his arms defiantly. "So you're goin' t' sit there and say that that's not a certain Picasso duplicate? It's a masterpiece! What d'you take me for, an amateur?" (A/N Irishness!)
Lavender frowned slightly, more out of thought than annoyance. "We have to talk."
"And I have to go give Ron a wedgie.. s'cuse me.." He made as if to leave the table but Lavender grabbed his arm to stop him. "We need to talk /now/."
Seamus sat back in his seat reluctantly. He fidgeted for a bit, then looked up.
"So what I do now, huh?"
Lavender stared right back at him, with a pained expression written across her face. "Nothing. You did nothing. I …. I just …" she took a deep breath. "Seamus, I'm breaking up with you."
He blinked several times, then said blankly, "Why?"
"Because this isn't right. We're not right. We're completely different. I can't explain, Seamus." She looked down quickly after she said this, her hands in her lap. Finally, after what seemed like an age, she looked up, and shifted uncomfortably. "I think I'm going to leave now."
"Lavender! Wait!" Seamus took her arm and pulled her towards him. "Please don't leave me. I can be anything you want me to be. I can be the same as you..just..just give me a chance.." He put on the puppy dog face and stared sorrowfully at her. "Pweese?"
Suddenly Lavender took his hand and threw it off her arm. "You can never be serious, can you? Well I have two words for you: grow up!"
And with that, she grabbed her books and ran out of the Great Hall, crying.
Seamus too got up, and, forgetting his books, ran. He thought we was going to pursue her, but as soon as he got to Gryffindor tower, he found himself sprinting up the staircase to the boys' dormitories. He flung himself into his bed and closed the curtains hurriedly.
How long he lay there, he did not know. Images of Lavender kept flashing across his mind. How could he have let this happen? Why hadn't he been more serious about her? After yelling internally at himself for his mistake, he promptly turned over and sobbed into his pillow. Seamus cried, as he had never before, for lost love and lost times. After several hours, he knew not how many, he finally fell asleep, into rough sleep laced with dreams of Lavender vanishing every time he looked upon her face.