Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. J.K. Rowling does. I do not own the lyrics to the song in this chapter, which is Just Lose It by Eminem.

Author's Notes: Sorry I took so long! Thanks for sticking by me and my story lol

My (Emily's) POV

The past week has been terrible, and I don't expect today to be any better. I'm in a bitchy mood, and I've been sick for the past four days. And yes, I have my period.

Not to mention Capt. Jerk over there (Malfoy) keeps staring at me like I'm some sort of backstabbing, unloving, bloodsucking bitch. Oh wait, hahaha, that's him!

"Are you alright Em? Em?! EM STOP IT!!"

I snapped back to reality, realizing that I was forcing my fork into the palm of my right hand. I stared at the four small dots until ruby red beads formed. Suddenly I chucked it halfway across the room, and at that point it had transformed into a deadly weapon, as the sharp teeth soared through the air.

"What the bloody hell is wrong with you?!" Ron asked in astonishment.

I couldn't handle anyone today.

"Nothing is wrong with me, Ronald!" I hissed, gathering up my books into my black bag.

"Are you sure you're alright…"Hermione asked, leaning over the table, "maybe you should see Madame Pomfrey…", she added, feeling my forehead with her hand.

"I'm fine." I spat.

I stood up and roughly pulled my hair into a loose braid.

"Where are you going?! We were supposed to meet Hagrid today!" Marie complained, standing up and grabbing the back of my black hoodie.

"Then tell him I'm canceling." I mumbled, ditching my full plate of food and walking out of the Great Hall, pounding loudly on my heels.

I spent the whole day depressed on my bed. Only when dinner came I got up.

At dinner….

"So Em….why are you so crabby today?" Marie asked, twirling a strand of red-brown hair around her index finger.

I ignored her and began shoving meat into my mouth, staring intently at the golden plates as to ensure no further conversation.

"Are you PMSing?" Sam grumbled from my right.

"Just leave it." I responded curtly.

"Why?"

"Just leave me alone!!"

"Jesus what's wrong with you? You're scaring me!"

"I really don't care!!!" I screamed, throwing my forkful of meat back on my plate; it landed in the mashed potatoes," just leave me ALONE."

"I know what'll make you feel better."

I turned towards Seamus (who me, Marie and Sam call Seamstress), and I sensed my face lighting up.

A kiss? A KISS WILL MAKE ME FEEL BETTER!

"Uh….yeah? Are you so sure about that…" I mumbled, tearing my eyes away from his beaming, adorable Irish face (which was extremely hard), and back to my plate; which had vanished to become clean.

"Positive."

"I can think of something that will make you feel better!" Marie joked, nudging me in the ribs and grinning.

Immature.

I rolled my eyes just as miles of delicious food appeared from thing air on our plates. Sorted in every color, the desserts were scattered across the four tables, and an alarming smell of chocolate filled the air.

"So…what is it?" I asked Seamus, grabbing for a marshmallow cookie.

"You'll see…." He responded casually, though he had on a sly smirk.

My stomach lurched as he continued to stare, and I couldn't tear my eyes away. Every part of my body was burning, and my stomach was literally doing somersaults as his soft blue eyes met mine.

"Em?"

"Wha-? Uh….wait what?" I asked, feeling very…..dumb.

WHO RUINED THE MOMENT?!?!

"You….were in a daze. Staring at the wall!" Sam laughed, obviously not understanding the seriousness to the situation (at least for me).

SSSAAAAMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!! UGH!!!

Just as I was about to say something to her, my cell went off.

Now I'm gonna make you dance
It's your chance
Yeah boy shake that ass
Oops I mean girl girl girl girl
Girl you know you're my world
Alright now lose it
(HA-HA-HA-HA-HA)
Just lose it
(HA-HA-HA-HA-HA)
Go crazy
(HA-HA-HA-HA-HA)
Oh baby
(HA-HA)
Oh baby, baby
(HA-HA)

"What the bloody hell was that?!" Ron exclaimed, looking over my direction, his mouth a big O.

"Ah ha ha ha…" I laughed nervously, "That was my cell phone."

"You're what?!"

"My cell phone. Here, look." I responded, handing him over the cell phone from across the table, "Just….be careful."

"What is it?" he asked, completely dumbfounded as he turned it over and over in his hand.

The forest green paint glinted in the light from the torches on the wall, making it look somewhat like a gem.

"Um…Ron, it's sort of like a telephone. Right?" Hermione asked, leaning over too.

"Uh, yeah. But like you can listen to music and text people-which it like mailing letters but you get them in like two seconds. Personally, I like mailing letters more because there's something special about receiving a letter. But hey, if you need to…" I explained casually.

Please…just…don't drop it. Don't drop it. Don't drop it. Don't drop it. Don't drop it.

Basically the whole Gryffindor table was watching us now, and I was getting anxious.

"I…have to go. Lots of homework." I lied, standing up and taking my phone back.

"Wait Seamstress still needs to "cheer you up"." Marie snorted.

"Yeah." Seamus said mouth full of cupcake; he was spraying it across the table. Yuck.

He then proceeded to stand up, and, to my great surprise, drag me out of the Great Hall. Unable to speak, I just followed him all the way up to the common room, hearing the giggling and protests of Sam and Marie behind me.

"Fortuna Major" Seamus said casually, stuffing his hand in his pants pocket as he swaggered inside.

I followed nervously, palms getting sweaty.

Why am I so NERVOUS?! Just calm down…..

"I know what'll make you feel better." Seamus grinned, Irish accent coming out thick.

I laughed and waited for him to make his move. He had walked up to the boy's dormitories, and finally had come back down. He proceeded to walk across the blood red carpet, and place a black sweatshirt in my arms.

I stood there, unable to make sentences out of the frantic thoughts in my head as I opened up the sweater. There was a big forest green shamrock on the left side, and in big letters it said Irish in silver and green lettering.

"S-Seamus, this is…..amazing!" I gasped, blushing furiously.

I was touched and amazed that he would care enough to give a gift this nice to me, when I was a bitch to everyone.

"You like it..?" He asked shyly, staring at his shoes, glancing up every so often.

"It's…Seamus….I don't deserve it! I was a bitch to everyone!" I complained, feeling like crap.

He laughed, throwing his head back, the light from the fire illuminating the left side of his face.

"It's alright! I gave it to you to cheer you up! Keep it."

"Oh My God, Seamus, thanks so much!" I squealed, completely elated.

Then, without thinking, I hugged him, grinning wildly. I've never had anyone care like me like this before (that was a boy), since my dad never did this, and I haven't seen him in about four years.

"I'm Irish…"

Author's Notes: Hahaha I'm ending here, since I feel like I need to start a new chapter. And this one will be longer…..and should I make a new story for the next year or just keep adding chapters? Please help. Thanks!