seamus finnigan x reader :,)

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you walked up all the stairs to the fat lady's portrait, aware that seamus would be following you. you didn't even bother trying to correct yourself when you forgot to use his last name. you thought about what you heard him saying with lee, then what you heard him saying with parvati and shivered.

"balderdash" the portrait swung open. you stepped inside and snuck away into the common room toilets. you looked in the mirror, worrying you looked frightened. you didn't, until you saw a reflection behind you. seamus put his hands on the bench either side of you. and looked your reflection in the eyes. "nervous?" he sounded almost affectionate this time. "oh- you've got something here," he brought his right hand up to your cheek and tried to wipe away an ink smudge. he only made it worse. "shit, sorry..." his tone seemed apprehensive.

you blushed. "it's fine seamus"

"calling me by my first name?"

you realised your slip up. your eyes widened and you opened your mouth to speak. but you found yourself dumbstruck. he was kind of cute to be honest... you turned around to face him. you could see him in a lot of detail like this. you'd never really thought about how strong his eyes were. "wow— i really fucked up your face trying to fix that ink." he leant to reach for a towelette from the side of the sink, pushing his body against yours. he leaned back, towelette in hand and wiped it off. "you know, you never answered my question from earlier." the affection that had been in his voice earlier was now mixed with something else.

"i- um- well you already know the answer"

"to the second one"

"oh" it was odd thinking about it. it didn't really feel like he had, but he had technically said he wanted to shag you. that was- to say the least, making you a bit nervous. "i heard.. a lot"

"which bits?"

"i heard about the hate fucking bit."

"did you?"

"yep." it was like you were in a trance now. his face was a lot closer to yours now and his hands had moved from the counter behind you to your waist. in a daze, you put your hands on the back of his neck. he leaned in, your lips were less than a centimetre apart now- you could feel his breathing on your face. he pulled up at your waists, gesturing you to hop up onto the counter. you jumped. you realised what you were doing, but you didn't stop. his lips met yours and it was magical. when you were walking up to the common room you'd thought that it was going to be hate fucking. but this didn't feel hateful. it felt gentle, and caring. it went on for what felt like hours before you stopped for a breath.

"yknow" you broke the silence "i asked you a question earlier too" he was blushing now. he must've remembered that moment before dinner.

"i do kinda like you"

"how long?"

"i can't even remember" he smiled at you, and you smiled at him. you kissed him again. you never wanted this to end.