In my dreams//Harry Potter Imagines

Soulmates (Seamus Finnigan)

Hogwarts on Valentine's day could make any cynical singleton sick. The floating hearts, enchanted cupids flying round young lover's heads and rose petals falling from the ceiling. Different Hogwarts couples had taken to parading their love around the halls the whole week leading up to the grand event.
The Lover's Patronus ball.
A traditional Hogwarts event that occurred for every 7th year student, encouraging to help them find their life's soulmate. A right of passage for any witch or wizard. The event starts with the Dance of the Patronus. Each student conjures their patronus all at the same time, hoping to find the other student whose patronus matches their own. It was said to mean that as patronuses would forever be sealed together so would their owners.
It was enough to make you sick.
You couldn't decide what made it more revolting, the fact that you were surrounded by overwhelming romance or that you were irrefutably in love with your best friend, Seamus Finnigan.
You feel two hands grasp your arms from behind. The suddenly surprise makes you jump into the air. Turning quickly, you feel another sort of flying feeling, but nothing you want to come down from. Seamus stood laughing at your reaction and his laughter filled your soul like sweet honey. You scrunch your nose at him and swing a friendly punch towards his shoulder. Seamus continues to laugh at your pathetic attempts at revenge and gives a feeble attempt to block it.
"You scared the hell out of me."
He gives you that lovable mischievous grin and you can feel your admiring smile spread like butter across your face, soft and wide.
Seamus and you had met in your first year and had an instant chemistry and everyone noticed. Between all the snarky back n' forth banter and late night common room chats, you two always seemed to be the focus of Gryffindor gossip. The fact that it was rare to see one without the other, everyone was almost certain that your patronuses were guaranteed to match. At first it was something that you shrugged off, but slowly over time you found yourself hoping they were right. What you wouldn't give to know that Seamus was your lifelong soulmate. He leans against the wall next to you as he joins you in your spectator sport.
"A whole giant castle for em to spread round and ey all decide to congregate here in front of us." Seamus pretends to throw up, gesturing his disgust spewing from his mouth. You roll your eyes but silently stare longingly at him, wishing the two of you could be also locked in a lover's embrace.
"Umm...yeah. How dare they." You scoff back at him. Seamus leans into the same wall as you and stands closely behind you.
"So are ye ready to see what sorry sod is destined to be yer mate?" He cooed into your ear softly. You shake your head.
"I dunno, can't wait to see what girl gets stuck with your monkey face." You turn your head slightly to see Seamus pull his hands quickly to his heart as if wounded. He staggers back harder into the wall and slowly begins to slide down, as if your words were killing him softly. When he notices that his dramatisation has little to no effect on you, he quickly gets up and puts a friendly arm around your shoulders and leans his head closer to yours.
"Hate to see you enden up with one of these sorry Johnnies." He nods his head over to the love sick puppies wondering the halls. You smirk and take a hand to push his face way and you can feel the wide smile in your palm.
"Why's that? Got someone specific in mind for me?" You turn to face him, interested to see who Seamus thinks your potential soulmate is. He cooly shoves his hands in his pockets and nervously teeters on the balls of his feet.
"Well for starters, yer soulmate's gotta be charmin and witty."
"Oh course." You agree, liking where this is heading. "Go on. Witty, Charming and..." You encourage him to continue.
"He's gotta be the funniest git in school. Gotta make you beam." He brings a hand up to your chin and gently presses his thumb, as if to turn on your glorious and bright smile. As he sees this he lets out a silent but deadly sensual sigh. "There you are..." He breathes out, captivated by what he's witnessing.
Somehow without either of you noticing, the moment passing between you two has become extremely intimate. Seamus holds your face, close to this own and your gazes completely locked onto each other. Your bodies now facing each other and threatening to collide into each other eventually. However, the moment is suddenly cut premature as Professor McGonagall comes around the corner, calling for attention.
"ALL SEVEN YEARS TO THE GREAT HALL, COME, COME NOW. MAKE SURE TO HAVE YOUR WANDS READY." She tuts along past you two, but the moment has cleared and Seamus moves back to an appropriate space. You look down, cursing McGonagall under your breath as you quickly look back up at Seamus.
"Well good luck mate." He puts a hand on the top of your head and ruffles your hair like a child. Devastatingly you try to smile at him and follow the rest of the crowd into the great hall.