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Seamus spent a majority of the next week in the library. Dean wasn't talking to him because he kissed Lavender; Parvati wasn't talking to him because he kissed Lavender. Lavender wasn't talking to him because . . . he wasn't exactly sure why Lavender wasn't talking to him.
Dean would get over it, this Seamus knew. Parvati would too. Girls like Parvati always did. But, Lavender was another thing. He wasn't so sure she would forget about it. That was why he was in the library, surrounded by crumpled up pieces of paper. All of them were letters to Lavender; he just didn't know how to put into words what it was that he wanted to say. The more he tried the more lame it sounded.
As Lavender and Parvati entered the library, they shot him a particularly nasty look in his direction. 'Why was it that Lavender was the innocent party?' Seamus thought bitterly to himself as the two girls sat down next to Dean. Just because he had a soft spot for Lavender, he ruined his best friendship, his relationship with the prettiest girl in school, and he was left with nothing but loneliness.
"Alright, Seamus?" Seamus looked up at Hermione's friendly face.
He shrugged. "Lonely."
Hermione gave him a sympathetic look. "You really like her, don't you?"
"Who?" Seamus said jerking his head back towards Hermione. He hadn't realized he was staring over at Lavender, Dean, and Parvati's table.
"Lavender, of course." Seamus shrugged again. "I know how you feel," Hermione said staring longingly at a table feet away, where Ron sat joking loudly with Harry. "To care so much about someone and not have your feelings returned."
Seamus chuckled for the first time in a few days, "Ron? If only you knew, Hermione." Her cheeks reddened.
"Yes, well. If you ever need someone to talk to-" She trailed off as Seamus nodded.
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Seamus closed his trunk with a click. His last day of fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was coming to an end. In less than twelve hours he would be on the train home.
And soon enough the time had come and he was boarding the train to go home. This year had been by far his worst. For once in his life he wished he were Harry, and had just again narrowly escaped Voldemort again. Then he would have his friends, and his girl.
But, no. All he had was this empty compartment on a train.
As he closed his eyes and leaned back, he hoped things would get better next year, because, he realized, they certainly couldn't get any worse.
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THE END
A/N: Yes. A short chapter to end the story. Is it a disappointing ending? Well, there will be a sequel. If you want to read the summary for it, go to my bio. Look for the sequel real, real soon. By Friday I PROMISE to have the first chapter up. I may even begin tonight!
Seamus spent a majority of the next week in the library. Dean wasn't talking to him because he kissed Lavender; Parvati wasn't talking to him because he kissed Lavender. Lavender wasn't talking to him because . . . he wasn't exactly sure why Lavender wasn't talking to him.
Dean would get over it, this Seamus knew. Parvati would too. Girls like Parvati always did. But, Lavender was another thing. He wasn't so sure she would forget about it. That was why he was in the library, surrounded by crumpled up pieces of paper. All of them were letters to Lavender; he just didn't know how to put into words what it was that he wanted to say. The more he tried the more lame it sounded.
As Lavender and Parvati entered the library, they shot him a particularly nasty look in his direction. 'Why was it that Lavender was the innocent party?' Seamus thought bitterly to himself as the two girls sat down next to Dean. Just because he had a soft spot for Lavender, he ruined his best friendship, his relationship with the prettiest girl in school, and he was left with nothing but loneliness.
"Alright, Seamus?" Seamus looked up at Hermione's friendly face.
He shrugged. "Lonely."
Hermione gave him a sympathetic look. "You really like her, don't you?"
"Who?" Seamus said jerking his head back towards Hermione. He hadn't realized he was staring over at Lavender, Dean, and Parvati's table.
"Lavender, of course." Seamus shrugged again. "I know how you feel," Hermione said staring longingly at a table feet away, where Ron sat joking loudly with Harry. "To care so much about someone and not have your feelings returned."
Seamus chuckled for the first time in a few days, "Ron? If only you knew, Hermione." Her cheeks reddened.
"Yes, well. If you ever need someone to talk to-" She trailed off as Seamus nodded.
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Seamus closed his trunk with a click. His last day of fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was coming to an end. In less than twelve hours he would be on the train home.
And soon enough the time had come and he was boarding the train to go home. This year had been by far his worst. For once in his life he wished he were Harry, and had just again narrowly escaped Voldemort again. Then he would have his friends, and his girl.
But, no. All he had was this empty compartment on a train.
As he closed his eyes and leaned back, he hoped things would get better next year, because, he realized, they certainly couldn't get any worse.
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THE END
A/N: Yes. A short chapter to end the story. Is it a disappointing ending? Well, there will be a sequel. If you want to read the summary for it, go to my bio. Look for the sequel real, real soon. By Friday I PROMISE to have the first chapter up. I may even begin tonight!