An Unnoticed One [A Seamus Finnigan Fanfiction] [CURRENTLY BEING EDITED]

Chapter 18: A Slug Club Party

My evening consisted of spending time in the library to study for exams. Seamus came along and helped me carry textbooks over to our usual sitting area. He had no intention of studying, he just wanted to be around me.

"Did you know that Newt Scamander lived with dragons for three months just to study them?" I asked Seamus as I read from my book.

"No, I didn't," he responded skimming pages of a random handbook.

"I don't understand why people want to spend time with dragons, really. I mean, sure, they seem interesting and all, but do you know how much danger they're putting themselves in?"

"But dragons are pretty wicked," said Seamus.

"Dragons are pretty lethal."

Seamus chuckled. Deep down he agreed that the scaly beasts were deathly as the Whomping Willow on the grounds. I wrote down notes on a piece of parchment and Seamus just stared. I caught him in the act, making him stop.

"I like your hand writing," he admitted in a murmur.

"Thanks," I said as my quill continued scratching the parchment.

"I mean it though. I could read your writing for hours. Maybe I'd study if my textbooks were written in your hand writing."

I set the quill down and looked at him. "You need to study in general."

"I study," Seamus defended.

"Yes, but at the last minute," I reminded him. "You should get around to it, I'll help you out."

"Okay," he nodded, beginning to skim the pages again.

"So anyway," I began, Seamus turned his head to me, "Slughorn's having a Christmas party."

"Really?"

"Yeah, he says we can bring a guest, even if they're not in the Slug Club," I mentioned.

Seamus nodded while looking over my notes and his book. It was obvious that he was trying to be clueless and he was well aware that I was trying to ask him out.

"Well," I began, "would you want to go to Slughorn's party with me?" I had finally grabbed his attention as he looked up from his book and turned to me.

"Yeah, sure," he answered nonchalantly. Seamus would have gone to the party with me even if I had asked properly or not, but now it was official.

I smiled to myself, as did Seamus. I playfully nudged his arm with my elbow as I continued to read on.

"Love you," he muttered.

Seamus' eyes glanced over to me, seeking a response. However, my eyes remained glued to my textbook.

"I'll love you eventually," I murmured. Seamus gave me a look. "What?" I chuckled. "Besides, I don't think you want your first 'I love you' to be held in a library."

"I don't care where you say it, I care if you'll ever say it."

I giggle. But honestly, I can't just tell him I love him because I feel it's necessary. I want to tell him because I actually mean it, and in this moment, I don't love Seamus.

"Will you ever, though?" he asks, genuinely curious.

"Will I ever what?"

Seamus rolls his eyes. "Will you ever say it back?"

"Don't pester me, you're just decreasing the odds to the response of your satisfaction," I remind the Irish boy.

"I was just wonderin'," said Seamus.