Hello! Here's the next story! I've combined it with a few challenges. I don't really ship Seamus/Lavender, tbh, but this was a lot of fun to write! Enjoy!

200 Different Pairings Challenge - Seamus/Lavender

The Golden Snitch:

Madame Malkin's Dress Up Shop - Bunny Slippers

Superstitious Nonsense - Rabbit's Paw, Four Leaf Clover

Team: Puddlemere United

Position: Chaser Two

Position Prompt: Bette Davis Eyes - Kim Carnes

Optional Prompts:

(word) blend

(word) arrow

Word Count (not including AN): 929

Beta'ed By: JBrocks917, obscurialdefenseclub, and desertredwolf. Thanks guys!

Here's the next one: Staring at an Angel.

Seamus had never really noticed Lavender before.

To him, she had always been just another passersby in the many halls of Hogwarts — sure, her face was more familiar than the others, but she wasn't not really someone he noticed.

Until now.

He just couldn't stop staring at her.

Her hair, the way it shimmered in the sun, or the way it swished from side to side when she walked, catching little beads of sunshine on its long, silky strands…

Or her eyes — her brown, brown, eyes — so dark and chocolatey, like hot cocoa with mini marshmallows on a snowy day…

Or her lips, plump, round, and red. Perfection.

All this blended together into one, perfect image was what made him stare at her every single minute of every single hour of every single day.

He had no idea why.

And, for some reason, he had been finding himself trying to impress her — make himself look good in front of her. This more often than not resulted in a red-faced Seamus, a giggling Lavender, and a snorting Dean.

"You've been struck," Dean had said, after an encounter with Lavender that had left him in a fit of laughter.

"By what?" Seamus had asked, puzzled.

"By Cupid's arrow," he replied.

"Who's Cupid?" Seamus asked.

Dean snorted. "It doesn't take a genius to figure it out," he had said, and then winked mysteriously.

After that incident, he had started asking around the Gryffindor Common Room who Cupid was. But everyone had the same reaction — snort and walk away.

People seemed to be doing a lot of snorting at him lately.

After a few weeks of staring, he had gone to Madam Pomfrey.

"Madam Pomfrey," he said, "I think I might be sick."

After he had explained his condition, she smiled.

"There's nothing wrong with you, boy," she said. "You're just lovestruck."

She was about to start a long, boring, wistful speech about young love, but before she could, Seamus puked on the floor. Madam Pomfrey rushed him into a bed, giving him a bucket and muttering something about love and ups and downs as she waved her wand over the mess.

After a night of recovery, Seamus was up and on his feet again, reveling in the use of them by pacing the common room and wearing down the carpet.

Could I really like Lavender? he thought. Like, like like?

"Dean," he said one day as they walked to class. "Do you think I like Lavender? As in like like?"

Dean smiled. "Has it really taken you this long to figure it out? I mean, you're my best mate, but sometimes you can be surprisingly dull."

Seamus punched him in the arm as he erupted into laughter.

Maybe I do like Lavender, he thought. Just maybe.

Just then, Lavender passed by them on the way to one of her classes. "Hi, Seamus, Dean," she said with a smile.

"Hi," he said. "Er - do you like me?" he blurted. Lavender stopped and stared at him.

For once.

She blinked. "Yeah, I suppose," she said after a moment.

"So, do you want to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?"

"Sure," she smiled. "I'd like that."


Lavender sat across from Seamus at a table in the Three Broomsticks, sipping from her bottle of butterbeer as the loud sound of the students' chatter washed over them.

"So…" Seamus gulped nervously. How was he supposed to do this? He had never gone on as date before!

Lavender took another sip of her butterbeer, put it down, and looked at him.

"Why did you pick me?" he asked suddenly.

She looked mildly surprised. "What do you mean?" she asked.

"Well, you agreed to go to Hogsmeade with me," he stated simply. "I know you got offers from a lot of other boys — Ernie MacMillan, Anthony Goldstein, and even Justin Finch-Fletchley, I'm pretty sure. So why me?"

Lavender frowned and leaned back in her chair, considering the answer.

Seamus expected that at any second that she would get up and announce that she had no idea why she had chosen him and should instead go out and find one of the other boys to be her date. But instead, she said, "Well… I guess I chose you because I just… I don't know, clicked with you, or something like that. Like, right now, with you, it just feels right, like this was meant to happen. And you're really sweet, and kind, and a lot funnier than all the other boys who asked me. And they didn't do it as silly as you did." She rolled her eyes playfully and smiled, taking his hand from across the table. "Its funny the way the universe works sometimes."

Seamus' eyes widened. "Er - yeah," he said, looking at their entwined fingers. "Strange."


Seven Years Later

Seamus leaned against the doorframe to their bedroom, staring at Lavender once again. She was sleeping peacefully, her breathing slow and even.

Her long, brown, wavy hair, spread all around her like a halo, glittering in the silver moonlight…

Her long, dark, elegant eyelashes that curved with the shape of her hidden eyes, warm, brown, and welcoming…

Her lips, plump, round, and pink, parted slightly as she took, slow, deep, breaths.

He stared at her, smiling. She was beautiful, inside and out, and Seamus knew that he couldn't imagine his life without her.

And he never wanted to.

He pulled something out of his pocket.

I'll do it soon, he decided, looking at the golden ring and back at Lavender. Definitely.