Harry Potter Characters Oneshots

Seamus × Reader

He steps off the Hogwarts train, waving happily at Dean as Mrs. Finnigan pushes his trolley. Dean waves back, then exits the train station with him mum.

Seamus catches up to his mum, then slowly down to her pace.

After a few seconds, she sighs. "Seamus, I have something to warn you about."

Seamus feels worry grow in his stomach at her worried voice. Mum is never worried.

"Yes?"

"A good friend of you father's is staying with us. Him and his (son/daughter)."

Seamus feels a little worry wash away. He's glad it's not to serious, but living with two Muggles than are uninformed about Wizardry might make him uneasy. He's never really good at keeping secrets.

"So no broomstick?"

"No anything that has magic somewhere in its definition," his mum sighs, leaving station 9 3/4 by running through the wall. Something that she's hated forever about the Hogwarts home-coming.

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Seamus takes a deep breath of home. The wheat feilds out front of his house make a warming smell when he steps out of the car. It feels good to be out in the sunlight in Muggle clothes, instead of those Hogwarts robes.

Buster, his small Bulldog, came running. His chubby legs splashing in mud puddles - as mother informed him it rained last night. He jumped right up in Seamus's arms when he bent down - licking his face all over. Mrs. Finnigan laughs - going to the back of her car to fetch his things.

"No Madam, let me get it," a sweet voice rings out. Seamus turns, watching as a (handsome/pretty) (boy/girl) lifts up the trunk and pulls out his large suitcase. (He/She) pulls it from one latch, following his mum inside.

Sitting Buster down, he follows the (boy/girl).

He shuts the door, and the kid pulls his trunk to the livingroom. His mum stands by the door, putting her arm around him as they walk to the kitchen.

"That's (him/her)?" Seamus asks.

"I knew it. No kissing," Mrs. Finnigan jokes.

"I don't like (him/her)! I don't even know them!"

"You think (he/she)'s cute," his mum laughs.

"Do not!" He gripes.

"Do so!"

He grunts, taking a sugar cookie off the table, turning and walking into the livingroom. You dropped his trunk by the staircase, and you sit by your father. A handsome man who plays chess with his dad. Mr. Finnigan stands up, and holds his arms out. "Seamus!"

His eyes travel to you. You watch as Mr. Finnigan gives him a hug and a kiss on the forehead. You giggle. How cute.

At the hear of you giggle, Seamus pulls away. He must look like a child. And Seamus Finnigan is not a child.

Mr. Finnigan smiles, turning away and winking at your father. Mr. (L/N) grins, elbowing you.

"Why don't you help Seamus with his trunk?"

You nod to your father. "Yes sir," leaving the couch, you pick up one side of the trunk and Seamus picks up the other, and together as a team you two walk up the stairs to his bedroom.

You go to unlatch the trunk, but he sits on it before you do. The opening of this chest, and you'd have questions. Which can only be answered by the magical truth.

You raise and eyebrow, but sit down on his bed. "You don't want me to help you unpack?" You ask innocently.

"Umm... I just..," he sighs - not knowing what to say. "I don't want... you to see my underwear!"

You break out laughing, falling onto your back on his bed. He blushes brightly. Way to play it cool, Finnigan.

He smiles, trying to act cool about what he said. Which is impossible because you're giggling like a school girl. Which is kinda cute now that he thinks about it.

No, no! Merlin, this'll be one adventurous Summer with you by his side.

A/N Sorry that was short, blah blah blah. The usual. I stayed up till 5 last night with Ereri feels - and now I'm tired and bored. Sorry I didn't update yesterday - I'm really lazy. Thanks for reading!