You and Finnigan were having another one of your fights again.

"Arse!" I shouted at him harshly.

"This is why no one likes you y/l/n!!" He yelled back loudly.

"You sound like you're talking to a mirror, Finnigan!!!" She retorted.

After a couple minutes of this, he stormed into the Gryffindor common room, angry and fed up with the world.

This is how it always went, you and him were mortal enemies; he hated you, and you hated him. You never called each other by your first names - EVER. But this was all about to change.....

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Right when you walked through the portrait hole that evening, you knew something was seriously wrong.

People were gathered around a person laying on the floor, unconscious and beaten up pretty bad.

From the whispers of the students around her, she figured out that Harry was given a violence potion without him knowing it, which was how Finnigan almost died.

"Someone get Madam Pompfrey!!!"

Y/n yelled, extremely worried, and helped carry him to the hospital wing.

"Why am I helping this arsehat???" She thought, but never let go of him and kept carrying him all the way there with 2 other students.

Even after everyone left Seamus's bedside, y/n stayed there to look after him. She took a seat in the chair next to his bed. His shirt had been taken off and bandages covered his pale chest. For a long while, you fiddled with his hand, waiting for him to regain consciousness. Also, without meaning to, you studied his rather attractive features ; his gorgeous hair and handsome face; his muscular build that you found extremely hot. Even if he had just got beaten the crap out of.

You had known this boy since the first day that you came to Hogwarts. It had taken all of this time to realize that she actually liked the kid. A lot.

She soon fell asleep right next to him, holding his hand.

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You woke up to the faint stirring of the boy you were laying on. "Wait, laying on!?"

You cracked your eyes open to see your fingers intertwined with his, and your entire body laying on top of his. Then the butterflies hit you and you blushes madly.

Seamus groaned in pain from under you. You jumped in realization off of the bed, untangling your fingers.

"Oh my god! I am so sorry! You must have been in so much pain overnight." You exclaimed, looking down with guilt and regret.

At first he seemed confused, then concerned. Suddenly, his facial expression turned to one of acceptance and love. He gently took your hand and laced your fingers with his.

"Don't worry, it didn't hurt that bad, y/n." He whispered, his voice to hoarse to speak at a talking volume.

"I'm glad that you are ok, Seamus." And without thinking, you kissed him. It only took him a fraction of a millisecond to kiss back. You finally broke apart, your foreheads touching.

"Say it again." He whispered.

"Seamus." You whispered against his lips. He sighed in content.

At that moment in time, you realized that you were completely and utterly in love with Seamus Finnigan.