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Aug. 3rd, 2006 09:47 amficsbydeenasTitle: Carrying a Torch
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deena_s
Friend Pairing: Seamus Finnigin and Harry Potter
Rating: PG
Summary: Seamus has been carrying a torch for a while now...
Warning (optional): Spoilers for HBP
Word Count (optional): 1087
Notes (optional): Thanks to my betasmiss_elisha and redhot_witch. This is a bit short, but sweet. Boys are being nice to each other...Written for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Carrying a Torch
He saw them there. How could he miss them, really? She was on his lap and his arms were around her, holding her close. His hands were going places they should never go in a public setting and it made him sick. Their kisses were sloppy and wet, yet they drove him crazy with jealousy.
He’d carried a torch for Lavender since fourth year. They’d had one date at the Yule Ball and that was all. No kiss. No second date. Nothing. That one date,however, was enough to set his heart aflutter and he felt bile rise in his throat despite the large amount of Butterbeer he’d consumed.
Taking another swig, he wished he was drinking something stronger, to give him nerve to punch Ron’s lights out and claim her as his own. But whether he was drunk or sober, he wouldn’t do it; his mother didn’t raise him that way. It just wasn’t something Seamus Finnigan’s did. So he watched. Along with everyone else.
When he couldn’t take it anymore, Seamus climbed the stairs to his dormitory, defeated and uncharacteristically sad. His mind was focused on his destination—bed. It was still early but he no longer felt like being around anyone. Feeling utterly insignificant and lost, he fell upon his bed and drew the curtains around him, closing himself off from the world of Gryffindor tower. With a heavy sigh, he grabbed his extra pillow and threw it to the end of the bed. He began staring up at the magical picture of Lavender that he pasted to the top of the canopy every year. She was smiling down at him and flipping her hair back and forth, teasing him with that smile. He reached into his pocket for his wand, and with a determined look on his face, cast a spell on the picture that caused the picture to disintegrate into ashes. It didn’t make him feel better at all. In fact, all it had done was to cover him with ash, which, in his sorrow and self-pity, he left lying on his clothes.
“No one’d care either way, there Seamus, me boy,” he told himself bitterly. “Who’d ever give you a second thought when Weasley is around anyhow?” In a rare moment of emotion, Seamus allowed himself to cry. Everything he’d hoped for over the years was gone. He wanted to play Quidditch. But no, Harry didn’t think he was good enough. He wanted to be prefect. But no, Dumbledore didn’t think he was good enough. He wanted to be Lavender’s boyfriend, but no again, she didn’t think he was good enough. It was Ron. Always Ron. Ron was on the team, Ron was prefect, and bloody Ron Weasley was snogging Lavender Brown for the entire House to see. “You’re a bloody bastard, Weasley!”
“Yeah, he is sometimes.”
Seamus sat up with a start and pulled back the curtains. “Harry? What the bloody hell are you doin’ in here?”
“Uh, I live here,” Harry deadpanned. “If it makes you feel any better, you’re not the only one who thinks Ron is a right foul git lately.”
Seamus snorted, the ash from the picture flying into the air around him. “Really? Name two.”
“Me, Hermione and Ginny.” Harry sat on the edge of the bed and looked away, having spotted the leftover tears on Seamus’ cheeks. “So how long’ve you been after Lavender?”
Seamus stared at Harry. “What? I… I have no idea what yer talkin’ ‘bout, mate,” Seamus retorted, slipping into a stronger brogue.
“Oh come on, Seamus. I’ve seen the way Ron and Hermione have been mooning after each other for the past three years. You think I don’t notice it in others?” Harry shook his head and chuckled. “I’m pretty much an expert by now.”
“I dunno, Harry. It’s hopeless.” Seamus turned onto his side away from Harry. “Besides, she’s got Ron the Keeper to snog. Why would she want me?”
“Because you really like her. Because you want her.” Seamus snorted again as he turned back over. “Ron doesn’t really want her, I can tell. He’s out to prove something to himself and his sister.” Seamus noticed the change in Harry’s face at the mention of Ginny.
“Ooh… you like Ginny!” He sat up and eagerly looked at Harry.
“No!” Harry answered, all too quickly. “Well, she’s, uh, my friend. And Dean, uh, he and she…”
“That’s barking! It’s not gonna last. Trust me,” Seamus reassured him. “I know Dean the way you know Ron. He’s… well, he has other things he’s thinkin’ about.” Harry’s mouth dropped open. “But I gave him me word. I can’t say. He fancies her, there’s no doubt, but he has, well, let’s just say that Dean has issues.”
“Issues?”
“No more. Things’ll end between ‘em soon enough, mate.” Seamus nodded. “Ginny moons after you the way Hermione moons after Ron.” Damn. I think I said too much.
“WHAT?” Harry’s mouth hung open again.
“Uh, well… can I just Obliviate you?” Harry merely smiled crookedly and shook his head. “I have eyes, too, Harry. She’s had it bad for you for years. I’m surprised it’s taken you so long to notice her.”
“Uh, well, I’ve had a few things on my plate, Seamus.” They both laughed. It felt good to talk to Harry again. They hadn’t had much time alone since the whole brouhaha in their fifth year. Harry was a good bloke and a right loyal friend. People expected too much of him and while he certainly didn’t wish to be in Harry’s place, Seamus really hoped Harry would some day get the chance to be a normal person. That is, normal as it can get for someone marked by He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.
“Hang in there, mate. But don’t push it.” He patted Harry on the back. “Ginny’ll figure it out, just you wait.”
“Thanks.” Harry stood up. “I have a feeling Ron’s lost interest in Lavender already. I think it’s the whole ‘Won-Won’ thing.” They both gagged. “All they do is snog, you know?”
“Uh, yeah… can’t help but notice that, Harry!”
“True. But just remember who it is that Ron really wants. When he admits that to himself, he’ll ditch Lavender. Or she’ll ditch him.” Seamus watched as Harry headed toward the door, looking a bit happier than he had in a while.
“Thanks, Harry. Just so you know, I’ll keep me mouth shut about the whole Ginny thing.”
“I know, Seamus. I know.”
Author:
deena_sFriend Pairing: Seamus Finnigin and Harry Potter
Rating: PG
Summary: Seamus has been carrying a torch for a while now...
Warning (optional): Spoilers for HBP
Word Count (optional): 1087
Notes (optional): Thanks to my betas
miss_elisha and redhot_witch. This is a bit short, but sweet. Boys are being nice to each other...Written for hp_friendships Carrying a Torch
He saw them there. How could he miss them, really? She was on his lap and his arms were around her, holding her close. His hands were going places they should never go in a public setting and it made him sick. Their kisses were sloppy and wet, yet they drove him crazy with jealousy.
He’d carried a torch for Lavender since fourth year. They’d had one date at the Yule Ball and that was all. No kiss. No second date. Nothing. That one date,however, was enough to set his heart aflutter and he felt bile rise in his throat despite the large amount of Butterbeer he’d consumed.
Taking another swig, he wished he was drinking something stronger, to give him nerve to punch Ron’s lights out and claim her as his own. But whether he was drunk or sober, he wouldn’t do it; his mother didn’t raise him that way. It just wasn’t something Seamus Finnigan’s did. So he watched. Along with everyone else.
When he couldn’t take it anymore, Seamus climbed the stairs to his dormitory, defeated and uncharacteristically sad. His mind was focused on his destination—bed. It was still early but he no longer felt like being around anyone. Feeling utterly insignificant and lost, he fell upon his bed and drew the curtains around him, closing himself off from the world of Gryffindor tower. With a heavy sigh, he grabbed his extra pillow and threw it to the end of the bed. He began staring up at the magical picture of Lavender that he pasted to the top of the canopy every year. She was smiling down at him and flipping her hair back and forth, teasing him with that smile. He reached into his pocket for his wand, and with a determined look on his face, cast a spell on the picture that caused the picture to disintegrate into ashes. It didn’t make him feel better at all. In fact, all it had done was to cover him with ash, which, in his sorrow and self-pity, he left lying on his clothes.
“No one’d care either way, there Seamus, me boy,” he told himself bitterly. “Who’d ever give you a second thought when Weasley is around anyhow?” In a rare moment of emotion, Seamus allowed himself to cry. Everything he’d hoped for over the years was gone. He wanted to play Quidditch. But no, Harry didn’t think he was good enough. He wanted to be prefect. But no, Dumbledore didn’t think he was good enough. He wanted to be Lavender’s boyfriend, but no again, she didn’t think he was good enough. It was Ron. Always Ron. Ron was on the team, Ron was prefect, and bloody Ron Weasley was snogging Lavender Brown for the entire House to see. “You’re a bloody bastard, Weasley!”
“Yeah, he is sometimes.”
Seamus sat up with a start and pulled back the curtains. “Harry? What the bloody hell are you doin’ in here?”
“Uh, I live here,” Harry deadpanned. “If it makes you feel any better, you’re not the only one who thinks Ron is a right foul git lately.”
Seamus snorted, the ash from the picture flying into the air around him. “Really? Name two.”
“Me, Hermione and Ginny.” Harry sat on the edge of the bed and looked away, having spotted the leftover tears on Seamus’ cheeks. “So how long’ve you been after Lavender?”
Seamus stared at Harry. “What? I… I have no idea what yer talkin’ ‘bout, mate,” Seamus retorted, slipping into a stronger brogue.
“Oh come on, Seamus. I’ve seen the way Ron and Hermione have been mooning after each other for the past three years. You think I don’t notice it in others?” Harry shook his head and chuckled. “I’m pretty much an expert by now.”
“I dunno, Harry. It’s hopeless.” Seamus turned onto his side away from Harry. “Besides, she’s got Ron the Keeper to snog. Why would she want me?”
“Because you really like her. Because you want her.” Seamus snorted again as he turned back over. “Ron doesn’t really want her, I can tell. He’s out to prove something to himself and his sister.” Seamus noticed the change in Harry’s face at the mention of Ginny.
“Ooh… you like Ginny!” He sat up and eagerly looked at Harry.
“No!” Harry answered, all too quickly. “Well, she’s, uh, my friend. And Dean, uh, he and she…”
“That’s barking! It’s not gonna last. Trust me,” Seamus reassured him. “I know Dean the way you know Ron. He’s… well, he has other things he’s thinkin’ about.” Harry’s mouth dropped open. “But I gave him me word. I can’t say. He fancies her, there’s no doubt, but he has, well, let’s just say that Dean has issues.”
“Issues?”
“No more. Things’ll end between ‘em soon enough, mate.” Seamus nodded. “Ginny moons after you the way Hermione moons after Ron.” Damn. I think I said too much.
“WHAT?” Harry’s mouth hung open again.
“Uh, well… can I just Obliviate you?” Harry merely smiled crookedly and shook his head. “I have eyes, too, Harry. She’s had it bad for you for years. I’m surprised it’s taken you so long to notice her.”
“Uh, well, I’ve had a few things on my plate, Seamus.” They both laughed. It felt good to talk to Harry again. They hadn’t had much time alone since the whole brouhaha in their fifth year. Harry was a good bloke and a right loyal friend. People expected too much of him and while he certainly didn’t wish to be in Harry’s place, Seamus really hoped Harry would some day get the chance to be a normal person. That is, normal as it can get for someone marked by He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.
“Hang in there, mate. But don’t push it.” He patted Harry on the back. “Ginny’ll figure it out, just you wait.”
“Thanks.” Harry stood up. “I have a feeling Ron’s lost interest in Lavender already. I think it’s the whole ‘Won-Won’ thing.” They both gagged. “All they do is snog, you know?”
“Uh, yeah… can’t help but notice that, Harry!”
“True. But just remember who it is that Ron really wants. When he admits that to himself, he’ll ditch Lavender. Or she’ll ditch him.” Seamus watched as Harry headed toward the door, looking a bit happier than he had in a while.
“Thanks, Harry. Just so you know, I’ll keep me mouth shut about the whole Ginny thing.”
“I know, Seamus. I know.”
