Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not and will never be owned by me sniff bottom lip starts to tremble tears well in eyes.
Seamus sat in McGonagall's office, perched on the edge of his chair, his arms folded across his naked chest, his cloak lying abandoned beside him.
The lipstick he had 'borrowed' from Parvati was smudged around his mouth, his blonde shaggy wig in disarray, sitting lopsided on his head, blonde strands falling across his forehead, tickling his eyebrows. His lip twitched, non to conspicuously, trying to contain the laughter that was threatening to spill forth from his lips.
McGonagall sat across from him. A stern familiar glare gracing her features, that Seamus recognised all to well.
His hands began fidgeting of there own accord as he tried impossibly to avert the intense gaze of his head of house.
"Mr Finnigan, your behaviour this morning was irresponsible, rude and highly embarrassing!" McGonagall gave Seamus a piercing glare over the top of her square rimmed glasses, her mouth was pinched tight as though she had swallowed mass amounts of lemon juice.
"I will not tolerate Hogwarts students behaving in such a manor!" Seamus winced. This was not going the way he had planned. He thought it would just be a detention and maybe a few house points docked. That's the way this sort of thing was supposed to go.
McGonagall looked ready to kill.
Even worse, she looked like a cat who had just spotted a rather appetising mouse. Seamus involuntarily shivered. He did not want to be the mouse.
"…that is your punishment. You may go now." The transfiguration professor picked up her quill and began scribbling things down upon a spare piece of parchment.
Seamus sat in his chair feeling a bit alarmed.
'Oh no!' he thought wildly 'I must've blanked out while she was telling me, my punishment' Seamus bit his lip tightly to refrain himself from laughing.
This was exactly what Ron said he'd do.
It's no wonder why the bloody bastard didn't give up divination. He's probably a bloody seer!
Seamus snorted from behind his hand. Professor McGonagall's head whipped up from the old and tattered book…no, tome, she was currently immersed within and gave him a withering glare.
The look clearly said 'Get out' and taking the not-too-subtle hint, Seamus stood carefully and gathered up his bag and cloak.
"I'll be going then, shall I?" he questioned, slowly backing away from the desk and retreating to the large oak door behind him.
Grasping around behind his back his hand felt something cold and he grabbed at it instinctively. Twisting it sharply he fell though the open door and slammed it shut behind himself.
His body leaned against the archway from the other side as he breathed deeply.
Seamus grimaced and pulled the cloak tightly around himself, concealing his half naked body and shamrock boxers from the population of the school. He slung his bag over his shoulder.
"It could have been worse" he muttered stalking away from the doorway down the corridor back to the Gryffindor common room.
"I could have been completely naked in the middle of the Great Hall and getting my punishment from Snape".
A/N: sorry that was so short but I felt the Seamus story should be its own chapter. Don't worry cause the next chapter is going to be much longer.
And I'm sorry I have taken so long in updating. Yr 11 is rather stressful.