Seamus Finnigan walked slowly and aimlessly around the lake, his way lighted by the full moon shining above him. In the distance he heard the howl of a werewolf. He knew he shouldn't be out on the grounds this late at night and that if anyone caught him he would be in a world of trouble, but right then he could really seem to care less. He had a lot on his mind, and walking seemed to help him think clearly. Keeping his secret to himself was becoming harder and harder for him, especially since he had been working very closely with the person who seemed to be constantly on his mind when he was awake, and plaguing is dreams when he wasn't.
He knew that soon he would either have to come out to that person or go mad with wanting them. Already his friends were seeing a difference in him. Dean was always commenting on his melancholy mood swings. Seamus seemed to be becoming more and more sad by the day. No longer could you find him laughing and joking with his roommates over the pranks of the Weasley twins. Nor could he be seen in the common room flirting shamelessly with all of the girls. All he ever seemed to do was study in the library or practice the curses they were taught at D.A. meetings. Every once in a while he was seen chatting with one of the new members who had just joined the D.A., who was, surprisingly, a Slytherin. After the end of fifth year there had seemed to be a shift in loyalty within the Slytherin house.
It had started with Malfoy. He had approached the Gryffindor Dream Team with a truce, stating that the only reason he had fought with them was because he was afraid of what his father might have done to him is he hadn't. At first Harry, Ron, and Hermione hadn't believed him (After all, it was Malfoy), but after Draco had submitted to taking veritaserum it was proven that he was, in fact, telling the truth. After that it seemed as though the Gryffindor trio had become a quartet. Draco was seen everywhere with them. They would sit together at mealtimes and go to Hogsmeade together on the weekends. Most of the other Slytherins, fallowing the example of their Silver Prince, turned to the side of light as well. Of all the Slytherins that joined, Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, Millicent Bulstrode, and Theodore Nott were the only ones who really seemed to actually want to be there. All of the others had quit after about a week.
Sod it all, Seamus thought to himself. I'm supposed to be trying to think of a solution to my problem, not going over the history of the Slytherin Good Guys. Come on Seamus, pull yourself together. How the hell are you supposed to fix this problem if you can't even keep you mind on track? Seamus sighed a very deep and depressed sigh. It was no use. No matter how hard he tried, his mind always returned to conjuring up that thick black hair and deep chocolate brown eyes. He couldn't help it. Even though he tried to deny it, Seamus knew he was in love with his Slytherin dream.
And that was the problem. His deep and troubling feelings for that person; feelings that he could never tell anyone about. He wasn't ashamed of his feelings, nor the person he had them for. He could never tell anyone of his feelings because, as far as he knew, his Slytherin dream was madly in love with Draco Malfoy, and has been for quite some time. It was bloody annoying, too. How was Seamus supposed to compete against Malfoy for the affections of the other Slytherin? Sure, Seamus wasn't horribly ugly or amazingly poor, but next to Draco, he didn't stand a chance. Malfoy was filthy rich and blindingly gorgeous. He seemed to ooze sexually attraction without even trying. God, even some of the boys seemed to forget themselves around him, saying nothing of the girls at Hogwarts.
Seamus sighed again and started on his last round of the lake. As he was turning a corner, he heard something that made his pause. It sounded like something was whimpering, like a wounded animal or something. Seamus strained his eyes to see if he could make anything out. He didn't see anything, so he continued walking. Again he heard something whimpering, but this time a sniffle accompanied the first sound. Well now, I guess I'm not the only student who had a lot of thinking to do. I wonder who else would be daring enough to risk an encounter with Filch just to sit by the lake.
Seamus walked on toward the sound. Soon he saw a big bundle of cloaks sitting near the edge of the lake. The owner of these cloaks was standing on a rock that was hanging out over the lake, still whimpering and sniffling. As Seamus drew nearer, the person standing on there turned toward him, searching the darkness for whatever had caught their attention. "Who's there?" they called out in a watery voice. Seamus drew in a breath and stopped in his tracks. He couldn't believe it. The person who had robbed him of sleep for the past four hours was standing before him, crying as though they had just lost their puppy. The other student who had dared to sneak out way after curfew was none other than…
A/N: Hehehe...I know. I'm just evil, am I not? I hope you all liked my story! This is the first one that I've written and actually let anyone read. And never fear, I am already writing the second chapter, and you will find out who the mystery person is. But you do have to review if you want to find out. I mean, if no one reviews, what's the point of continuing the story? And feel free to try and guess who the mystery person is…you might even guess correctly. But remember, no reviews, no more story!
