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Seamus and Hermione
By Tanya Maxwell
Chapter Two
Whew! Just came in from Quidditch practice with Ron and Harry. Harry's got a Firebolt from his Godfather that's on the run from the ministry. Ron's got a new Nimbus 2001 (like mine!) from his brother's that should be on the run from the ministry. Fred and George Weasley were already at the Quidditch pitch when we finally got out there. I mean, I know its Saturday, but that's no reason to sleep the whole day away. Is it? I thought not. Anyway, Fred and George are beaters for Gryffindor. And Harry's the seeker. I think I might want to be keeper. I don't want to be a beater because there's 'danger' from all those bludgers. I don't want to be seeker because that's Harry's job and I wouldn't be able to remember that I was supposed to be looking for the snitch. And I can't be a chaser because, well, because I want to be keeper!
Well, I'm gonna go take a shower now, and try again to wash the green out of my hair. Snape had originally wanted to send me to the hospital wing, you know, after I 'ate' potion ingredients and 'accidentally' blew up my cauldron. Er, ok, I admit it, the cauldron blowing up was actually an accident. I can get a new one when we all go to Hogsmeade tomorrow. That is, if I'm not too preoccupied with going in Zonko's! Haha. Snape would probably poison me if I didn't get a new cauldron. One less student means one less exam to grade unfairly. Right?
Oh no! The green has turned from green to very, very bright green! No, no no!! Must've been the shampoo. Haha, don't you dare laugh, Ron, you've got orange hair! I think I'll go to bed now.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Holy Hell, I've overslept. "Damn it, Harry, why didn't you wake me up?" I yell at Harry. Usually I don't yell at Harry, but he's the only one still in the dorm, and I'm feeling frustrated. Shit, I've just put my robes on backwards. Make that amazingly, unbelievably frustrated. Hell, forget frustrated, I'm HELLA PISSED OFF!
"Sorry, Seamus, I didn't know you were in bed, the curtains were drawn," Harry says.
"Ah, don't worry about it," I say as I fasten my tie.
"Seamus . . ." Harry begins.
"Yeh?" I mutter as I shove my quills, books, and crap into my back.
"You're wearing your dress robes!"
Shit. "Just bloody perfect!" I strip off my robes and throw them on the bed. Now I'm just wearing my boxers and digging around in my trunk. The door opens. "Hey, will ya shut that, please? This is a pretty drafty castle, ya know!" I snap at the door opener. It is either Ron, Dean, or Neville. I turn. Ok, maybe it's not Ron, Dean, or Neville. Maybe it's Hermione. "HERMIONE?!" I yell, all dignity forgotten. "This is the BOYS' DORMITORIES!! THAT'S IT, I'M TAKING A SICKIE!"
"You can't Seamus, Quidditch tryouts are tonight! You can't not show up for classes, and then show up for Quidditch!"
Damn.
Hermione turns and faces the wall while I slip into my Hogwarts robes. "Come on, we're late for Charms!" Harry prompts me. Arright. Arright. Lord, what a morning! There's not even enough time for breakfast!
The three of us speed down the Charms corridor. We're not late yet, but we're cutting it close. I wonder what Hermione was doing in the boys' dorms. It's not like her to be late. She's usually in the class fifteen minutes before it begins, asking teachers about grades or test results. Dear Lord, there are feathers on our desks. In my first year, I accidentally made the feather that I was trying to levitate explode. Since then, I've been avoiding chickens and birds in general.
Hm, apparently we're supposed to make the feathers change color. Interesting . . . NOT! Now Flitwick is explaining what to do. At times like these, I usually do what I do best. Daydream. And Yawn. Wow, Lavender is getting cuter every day. Neville's buffed up. No wait, that's a kid from Ravenclaw. We always have charms with Ravenclaws. Always. They're so smart and smug, what with their answers and all. I wonder why Hermione wasn't put in Ravenclaw? Meh. Tap, tap, tap. Tapping fingers on the desk. Hmm, hmm, hmm. I wonder what Dean's thinking about. He promised to play 'bored games' with me tonight. He insists they're fun, but I can't really see how you can have fun play a 'bored game'. Hm. Muggles and their ridiculous names for things.
Flitwick just stopped talking. Uh oh. "Er, Parvati?" I poke the girl beside me. "What are we supposed to be doing?"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Yes! I made the Quidditch team! Hurrah! Hurrah! I'm keeper for Gryffindor! God bless that Angelina! She's captain now that Oliver Wood's graduated. I showed those sixth and seventh years good! Nobody messes with Seamus Finnigan! Except Mam when I get too messy! Uh, scratch that last part. Now, off to the 'bored games'!
Ok, so 'bored games' aren't actually that boring. In fact, they would be quite entertaining if Dean didn't beat every single bloody time! Lucky Ron and Neville are playing as well. They're worse than me. Harry is just circling the table shouting out tips to us. Other Gryffindors are gathering to watch us play. I'm gonna let Harry take my place now so I can write a letter to Mam. Maybe I'll write one to Dad as well, thanking him for the GameBoy. Mam gave me his Muggle address before summer vacation ended.
Ah, I've finished both letters with time to spare! "Anyone need to go to the Owlery?" I yell to the crowd that had formed around the games table.
Hermione jumps up. "I do!"
Me and Hermione walk together to the Owlery. Unfortunately, it's dark in them stairways, and I, sort of, fell up. I didn't fall down, I fell up. If that's possible. Hermione's lovely. She stopped to see if I was all right. And then she picked up me and my letters.
"Seamus," she says. "Why are you sending a letter to my house?"
"What?" I reply. "Oh, no, that's just a letter to my dad!"
"WHAT?!"
To be Continued . . .
A/n: Ooh, cliffy. Sorta. Anyways, review!!
Seamus and Hermione
By Tanya Maxwell
Chapter Two
Whew! Just came in from Quidditch practice with Ron and Harry. Harry's got a Firebolt from his Godfather that's on the run from the ministry. Ron's got a new Nimbus 2001 (like mine!) from his brother's that should be on the run from the ministry. Fred and George Weasley were already at the Quidditch pitch when we finally got out there. I mean, I know its Saturday, but that's no reason to sleep the whole day away. Is it? I thought not. Anyway, Fred and George are beaters for Gryffindor. And Harry's the seeker. I think I might want to be keeper. I don't want to be a beater because there's 'danger' from all those bludgers. I don't want to be seeker because that's Harry's job and I wouldn't be able to remember that I was supposed to be looking for the snitch. And I can't be a chaser because, well, because I want to be keeper!
Well, I'm gonna go take a shower now, and try again to wash the green out of my hair. Snape had originally wanted to send me to the hospital wing, you know, after I 'ate' potion ingredients and 'accidentally' blew up my cauldron. Er, ok, I admit it, the cauldron blowing up was actually an accident. I can get a new one when we all go to Hogsmeade tomorrow. That is, if I'm not too preoccupied with going in Zonko's! Haha. Snape would probably poison me if I didn't get a new cauldron. One less student means one less exam to grade unfairly. Right?
Oh no! The green has turned from green to very, very bright green! No, no no!! Must've been the shampoo. Haha, don't you dare laugh, Ron, you've got orange hair! I think I'll go to bed now.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Holy Hell, I've overslept. "Damn it, Harry, why didn't you wake me up?" I yell at Harry. Usually I don't yell at Harry, but he's the only one still in the dorm, and I'm feeling frustrated. Shit, I've just put my robes on backwards. Make that amazingly, unbelievably frustrated. Hell, forget frustrated, I'm HELLA PISSED OFF!
"Sorry, Seamus, I didn't know you were in bed, the curtains were drawn," Harry says.
"Ah, don't worry about it," I say as I fasten my tie.
"Seamus . . ." Harry begins.
"Yeh?" I mutter as I shove my quills, books, and crap into my back.
"You're wearing your dress robes!"
Shit. "Just bloody perfect!" I strip off my robes and throw them on the bed. Now I'm just wearing my boxers and digging around in my trunk. The door opens. "Hey, will ya shut that, please? This is a pretty drafty castle, ya know!" I snap at the door opener. It is either Ron, Dean, or Neville. I turn. Ok, maybe it's not Ron, Dean, or Neville. Maybe it's Hermione. "HERMIONE?!" I yell, all dignity forgotten. "This is the BOYS' DORMITORIES!! THAT'S IT, I'M TAKING A SICKIE!"
"You can't Seamus, Quidditch tryouts are tonight! You can't not show up for classes, and then show up for Quidditch!"
Damn.
Hermione turns and faces the wall while I slip into my Hogwarts robes. "Come on, we're late for Charms!" Harry prompts me. Arright. Arright. Lord, what a morning! There's not even enough time for breakfast!
The three of us speed down the Charms corridor. We're not late yet, but we're cutting it close. I wonder what Hermione was doing in the boys' dorms. It's not like her to be late. She's usually in the class fifteen minutes before it begins, asking teachers about grades or test results. Dear Lord, there are feathers on our desks. In my first year, I accidentally made the feather that I was trying to levitate explode. Since then, I've been avoiding chickens and birds in general.
Hm, apparently we're supposed to make the feathers change color. Interesting . . . NOT! Now Flitwick is explaining what to do. At times like these, I usually do what I do best. Daydream. And Yawn. Wow, Lavender is getting cuter every day. Neville's buffed up. No wait, that's a kid from Ravenclaw. We always have charms with Ravenclaws. Always. They're so smart and smug, what with their answers and all. I wonder why Hermione wasn't put in Ravenclaw? Meh. Tap, tap, tap. Tapping fingers on the desk. Hmm, hmm, hmm. I wonder what Dean's thinking about. He promised to play 'bored games' with me tonight. He insists they're fun, but I can't really see how you can have fun play a 'bored game'. Hm. Muggles and their ridiculous names for things.
Flitwick just stopped talking. Uh oh. "Er, Parvati?" I poke the girl beside me. "What are we supposed to be doing?"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Yes! I made the Quidditch team! Hurrah! Hurrah! I'm keeper for Gryffindor! God bless that Angelina! She's captain now that Oliver Wood's graduated. I showed those sixth and seventh years good! Nobody messes with Seamus Finnigan! Except Mam when I get too messy! Uh, scratch that last part. Now, off to the 'bored games'!
Ok, so 'bored games' aren't actually that boring. In fact, they would be quite entertaining if Dean didn't beat every single bloody time! Lucky Ron and Neville are playing as well. They're worse than me. Harry is just circling the table shouting out tips to us. Other Gryffindors are gathering to watch us play. I'm gonna let Harry take my place now so I can write a letter to Mam. Maybe I'll write one to Dad as well, thanking him for the GameBoy. Mam gave me his Muggle address before summer vacation ended.
Ah, I've finished both letters with time to spare! "Anyone need to go to the Owlery?" I yell to the crowd that had formed around the games table.
Hermione jumps up. "I do!"
Me and Hermione walk together to the Owlery. Unfortunately, it's dark in them stairways, and I, sort of, fell up. I didn't fall down, I fell up. If that's possible. Hermione's lovely. She stopped to see if I was all right. And then she picked up me and my letters.
"Seamus," she says. "Why are you sending a letter to my house?"
"What?" I reply. "Oh, no, that's just a letter to my dad!"
"WHAT?!"
To be Continued . . .
A/n: Ooh, cliffy. Sorta. Anyways, review!!