Unrequainted Loves

Lavender Brown / Seamus Finnagan

I hate them...

... The young Weaslette whore and her boy toy Dean Thomas.

I hate them with the same amount of passion I put into pretending to love her brother.

Why? You ask, It's pretty simple really. His name is Seamus Finnagan...

... and I have loved him since my second year at Hogwarts.

Soft sandy blond hair, beautiful green eyes, fiery temper, and a thick Irish accent that has never failed to send shivers down my spine when I hear it. Sometimes, when he gets too caught up in something, he just automatically switches back to Irish. It embarrasses him as much as the fact he continually blows things up when trying to cast a spell... A result of him trying to repress his magic when he was growing up to please his muggle father. His loyalty to his mother would make Helga Hufflepuff proud, though it comes from his father refusing to acknowledge his existence after he started showing accidental magic. The man has never hit him... Never touches him at all. But even if Seamus refuses to hear of it there are more ways to abuse a child then by beating them. He says his boggart is a banshee and that it's because a family member was killed by one when they took him to the park. His mother's sister, he was five I believe. While his boggart story is true and could definitely cause a boy that age to be traumatized his actual boggart is rejection. Something that seems to happen a lot for him. His father, Gryffindor as a near whole after his 'talk' with Harry the beginning of fifth year, our teachers, even his best friend Dean...

...All of the have rejected him at one point in his life.

That is why I hate those two. Her for taking Dean away from him when she actually wants Harry and him for knowing less about his supposed 'best mate' then I do. For making him so insecure and hateful about himself that he has scars to hide on his wrists. For not noticing them even though the Irishman doesn't really make any effort at all to hide the results of his little habit.

I'm OK with never telling him that my love exceeds that of the friendship/familial one we have forged between us over the years.

It hurts knowing he loves another.

It hurts when he comes to me crying about Dean time and time again.

It hurts seeing him fall apart for a guy it seems will never love him but I'll stand by him anyway. Because I love him...

...and sometimes, sometimes that means you have to let that person go, no matter how much it kills you inside.

He was simply never meant to be chained down by me.

And even though I can say that, I still hate them. Because not only will Dean Thomas never know just how undeservedly lucky he is...

... But he doesn't care either.