Harry Potter One Shots And Imagines

Seamus Finnigan- Microwave (c)

You never thought that you would be able to have a fairy tale ending to your school years but you did. Granted it wasn't really a fairy tale. Not many fairy tales involved a war ending your time in school, and having to bury friends. But the right side won and now there were a lot less worries in the world.

Maybe it wasn't the most romantic proposal but in the middle of the Battle of Hogwarts, Seamus proposed to you, and now you were happily engaged and living together. You had moved into your new home yesterday and setting up the house was a slow process. You'd sorted out the bed yesterday, but it did mean that there was no means for you make dinner so you had to eat take away on the floor of the kitchen straight out of the metal trays the food came in.

Luckily you had ordered too much, so yesterday you had set up the microwave so that you could put the leftovers in it meaning that you could eat it today for a non-conventional breakfast.

Seamus insisted that he could heat it up whilst you got an extra five minutes in bed, and he'd bring breakfast to you. That didn't exactly happen.

You were happily lying in bed waiting for your fiancé to return when a loud bang occurred downstairs, which sounded like an explosion. Instantly you sprung up from under the sheets, still only in your underwear and the t-shirt Seamus had been wearing yesterday, running downstairs to see what happened.

Your bare feet slid across the laminate flooring as you made your way to the smoke filled room. Seamus stood in the kitchen surrounded by smoke, with a mess you assumed was the remnants of the microwave and the food you were looking forward to.

For someone that had been involved in more than one fire and explosion, Seamus still seemed completely uncertain how to handle them. He prodded at the small scattering of flames but you intervened throwing a damp tea towel over them, to put them out.

Turning to your fiancé you grabbed his arm, pulling him out of the kitchen, mainly because you couldn't breathe but also if something was going to kill him it wasn't going to be his idiocy, but by your hands.

You gritted your teeth and raised an eyebrow at him. His face and hair was slightly charred but it was a look that you had become used to with him, seen as he did seem to get into trouble a lot. You went to talk but you were stopped from saying anything as he spoke first.

"Before you decide to murder me, let me explain..." he stated, trailing off from his sentence.

"Did you put metal in the microwave?" You asked harshly.

It was an obvious explanation to what caused the destruction. Metal didn't like microwaves and you had learnt that the hard way, but you had been a child when it happened to you. Could he have made that mistake?

"No. I'm not stupid," he said seeming hurt by what you had insinuated. "Things just explode around me."

Your expression instantly softened as you approached him, reaching up to brush out the dust that had gathered in his hair with your hand.

"You're a mess," you stated with a soft smile.

"That's why I have you," he smiled back, leaning down to kiss you, smudging the dirt from his face onto yours. "You're a mess too now."

You chuckled, looping your arms around his neck.

"I'm guessing we are going to need to go shopping for a new microwave," you sighed.

"Sorry."

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Written by Charlotte.