seamus finnigan x reader :,)

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you: 4th year griffindor,kinda short tempered, easily flustered, half blood

your friends: mione, parvati patil :)

complicated relationship with your parents, nothing evil tho

enjoy? yall? :)

tws: swearing???

you were minding your own business in the common room, sitting by the warm fire, even as it was dying. you had your legs stretched out in front of you, resting on one arm of the sofa, your head on the other. you were drifting off to sleep, relaxed in the calm and the quiet, when the loud voices of ron and that..... cunt... came down the stars from the boys dorms. was it too much to ask to nap in peace? apparently it was. you stayed completely still, attempting to avoid them noticing you, saving you a shit tonne of bother.

"you have to tell her"

"no i don't."

"you do!! what's the worst that could happen?"

"she'll turn me down, tell her friends, who'll tell their friends, who'll tell the entire school, and i'll just be that one sorry cunt that got turned down by
y/n"

what?

"god you're pessimistic. just tell her. come on. she's a bit of a bitch, yes, an ice queen though? no. she's more of an angry dragon barbarian"

rUdE. you bolted up, furious. "eXuSe mE?????"

"oh... y/n.... you heard that" said ron, who was now fearing for his life. he got a mischievous look in his eyes. "did you hear everything then"

"i- maybe." you say turning red. "piss off weasely."

"you're blushing"

"fucking try me"

he gets the message, turning to seamus. "i can't believe you like her" he leaves the common room- probably going to the great hall for dinner.

"i- um... so is it true then" you mumble looking at him. you don't know why you can feel your face heating up. he'd been a dick to you since your first year. one time he even lit your robes on fire. whether it was an accident or on purpose, you were fuming. literally.

"thats- doesn't matter" he leaves for dinner, running after ron.

normally when he left you felt relief that you weren't on fire or dead, but this time you felt slightly empty. you didn't know why, but you hoped it was true- that he liked you. you'd always been "that bitch" or "moody" or a whole manor of other names to him- and the possibility that that was just a cover for something else made you hopeful that you were more that just the short tempered cunt he seemed to think you were. you wouldn't mind being with him. him liking you. but that wasn't likely. it was probably just one of his stupid jokes on you. oh well.

im so sorry :,)