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Seamus Finnigan

Lol remember when I wasn't on hiatus?? Cause i DONT rip

Third Person

Y/N and Seamus.

Seamus and Y/N.

Slytherin versus Gryffindor.

They've been rivals since their second year. It's been constant nagging, teasing, and name calling between the two.

They were practically Harry and Malfoy.

Y/N was walking through the halls, nerves gnawing at her... She was given detention.

Oh no no, did you think she was nervous just because of detention? Pft, as if. It's not like she hasn't been in detention before. No, this is worse. Far worse. This is her first detention... with Umbridge.

She's heard the rumors, she's seen the scars, no matter how tough she was, Y/N couldn't help but to feel a bit scared for what was ahead of her.

When she arrived at the headmistress's door, she saw Seamus Finnigan waiting right outside. The two made eye contact.

"Finnigan." She sniffed.

"Y/L/N." He sniffed back.

Y/N turned away, but then the realization hit her (quite late), "Wait, you have detention, too?"

Seamus rolled his eyes. "Obviously."

"Ok, I don't need the sass, dipshit."

As soon as the words left Y/N's mouth, the door swung open to reveal the sickly pink woman. Y/N was lucky Umbridge didn't hear her curse, her punishment may have been twice as painful.

"Come in, both of you." She beckoned the children in, and they gave each other a weary look before hesitantly stepping inside. As soon as her foot made contact with the pink rug,   
Y/N already wanted to vomit. The office smelled violently of cat litter, tea, and.... pink.

"Sit." Umbridge ordered. The two sat down at her desk, and Y/N could already feel her stomach knot up.

"Take this quill,"

Y/N and Seamus nervously picked up the quills.

"And write, 'I must not play tricks.'"

Y/N bit her lip. You can do it, she thought, it'll be over soon. She slowly lowered her quill, but as soon as the tip hit the paper, she could feel a stabbing sensation in her hand. 

"Fuck."

"What was that?" Y/N looked up to see Umbridge smiling down at her, evilly. "You wouldn't want a second detention, would you?"

"N-No ma'am." She stuttered out, her hand still throbbing. She looked down at the paper again. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and dragged the quill down.

"Fffffuuuu-"

Y/N and Seamus walked out of the horrid room fifteen minutes later, cradling their scarred hands.

"Are you ok?" Y/N looked over, shocked. Did Seamus Finnigan ask if she was ok?

"Yeah, I'm fine." She said shortly.

"Yours is worse than mine." Seamus continued.  He took Y/N's wrist in his hand, examining her cuts. "Yours is still bleeding." Y/N looked down to see that he was right, it was still bleeding. But that still wasn't a reason for Finnigan to care about her....

"I said I'm fine, Finnigan." She said, earning a small frown from the boy.

They were quiet for a moment, walking through the halls in silence, and it was tolerable, to Y/N's surprise.

Seamus kept glancing at her bleeding hand, before it became to much for him.

"Come on." He said. He took her wrist in his hand and led her down the corridors.

"Where on earth are you taking me, Finnigan?"

"To the Gryffindor common room."

Y/N paused.

Why?

"But I'm a Slytherin." At that comment, she could practically feel Seamus roll his eyes.

"Yeah, I'm not dumb, dipshit."

"Don't be rude, asshat."

"Fart face."

"Ok, really? That was a horrible insult to comeback with."

"Yet I still stand by it."

Y/N scoffed at the Gryffindor as he brought her to the painting of the fat lady. He opened his mouth to say the password, but hesitated.

"What?"

Seamus paused for a brief moment before placing his hands over the Slytherin's ears and whispering the password.

"Come on." He beckoned her inside the corridor, and Y/N was greeted to strange and disgusted looks.

"Ooooh, I see you, Seamus, I see you." Dean called, whistling and wiggling his eyebrows. "You're gonna let her Slytherin your pan-"

"Dean I don't know what you're talking about so if you could shut up that'd be great." Seamus said quickly, clearly flustered due to the redness of his cheeks. "I'm only gonna clean up her cut from Umbridge."

"Awwww, how cute." Seamus simply rolled his eyes at Dean's comment, but his face was still red.

"I pulled out some bandages earlier." He muttered, pulling up cushions as he searched. "In case something like this happened when I came back." He turned his head to the side table, to see the first aid supplies. As he walked over, someone snatched them first. And it just so happened to be Dean.

"Come on, Dean, just give it." Seamus begged, clearly tired of his bullshit. Dean, however, just smirked devilishly and sent a wink towards
Y/N's way. He then turned around and chucked the bandages up the boys dormitory staircase. He then turned back around, an over dramatic shocked expression on his face.

"Oh no!!" He exclaimed. "I guess Seamus has to fix you up in his bedroom! Alone! At night! With the sexual tension-"

"Ok, we get it." Seamus punched Dean in the arm and shuffled towards the stairs, still as red as the Weasleys' hair.

"I-I can bring it down here if you want." He mumbled to Y/N. "The stuff, I mean."

Y/N just shrugged, and started climbing the stairs. "Doesn't matter. You can just fix me up in your room since the wraps are up there already."

The two finally made their way into Seamus's dorm (they found the bandages on the staircase), and Y/N plopped herself onto one of the beds. She really felt fine, now. It had stopped bleeding... but she didn't want to tell Seamus that. She wanted him to care for her.

Seamus rummaged through his suitcase before he pulled out a large brown bottle and some cotton balls.

"Dad made me pack some first aid supplies..." He smiled sheepishly.

"What is it?"

"I forget what it's called exactly. It's supposed to clean cuts, though. It's a muggle thing."
Y/N's lips twitched up in a smile. "You're muggleborn?" Seamus simply shook his head.

"I'm half and half. Me dad's a muggle. Mam's a witch. Bit of a nasty shock for him when he found out."

Y/N let out a giggle, and Seamus smiled. "Alright, this is gonna sting..."

Y/N hissed as the cotton ball touched her wound, but the pain subsided as Seamus continued to dab it. She stared at him as he did his work.

He's pretty cute...

"Alright." Seamus stared at her hand triumphantly. "I think you're all..." He looked up and realized how close his face was to Y/N's. He gulped. "...good."

"Do you think what Dean said was true?" Seamus felt her hot breath on his lips and he shivered. "About sexual tension?"

"I highly doubt it."

Y/N smirked. "Me too.

And just like Dean predicted, the two rivals didn't come back down for the rest of the night.