"Sanctuary" for paradise_loved
Title: Sanctuary
Author: queen_schitzo
Giftee: paradise_loved
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Seamus/Lavender
Word Count: around 1800
Summary: Seamus and Lavender feel the same way but will they go through with it?
Author's Notes: The damned movies have forever stamped Devon Murray in my head as Seamus. Just a warning.
Beta: gryffinclaw and lafeemechante
They’d been one of the last couples to leave the dance floor. Truth is, Seamus had been trying to get Lavender to take a walk outside with him. However, she insisted on being where the action was. Not that there was much ‘action’ left. They were basically alone. The few couples left were in their own worlds. Parvati and Padma had long sense forgotten about their ‘dates’ and were now keeping a couple of the Bulgarian students company. Lavender seemed to be lost without Parvati during the beginning of the evening but Lavender had been distracted by him enough that she didn’t complain about it often. As long as they kept dancing and he let her talk about everyone’s gowns then she was happy.
At the moment, a slow song was starting up. For some reason, Lavender had been avoiding that all night. He wouldn’t let her this time. “What is it, Lav?” he asked, his arms wrapped around her, watching her face intently. They were almost eye-to-eye, but he was a little shorter because she’d worn heels.
“You don’t find this terribly uncomfortable? I’m taller than you are in these heels!” Lavender was clearly worried and put off by that fact.
Looking around the room, Seamus did indeed notice that all the blokes in the room were at least an inch taller than their dates. A crooked grin crossed his lips. “There are two ways we can fix this. Either you take off the heels or you put on my robes and I’ll put on yours,” the look of sheer horror that Lavender was sporting caused Seamus to burst into a fit of laughter.
“Seamus! This isn’t funny! Look at us,” Lavender pleaded with him to come to his senses.
“Aye. I see you. You’re lit up. Gorgeous,” he winked at her, still grinning. She was only a little appeased. Quickly, Seamus looked around and suddenly grabbed her wrist, dragging her to an entrance. He was going to dance a slow dance with Lavender before the night ended. Even if he had to talk his way into it with the Wyrd Sisters themselves.
“What the- Seamus what is going on?” Lavender kept questioning. Her answer came as he stopped her in front of steps leaving the hall and stepped onto the second from the floor, turning to face her and taking her hands in his, swaying to the music.
“Is this better?” he asked, grinning cheekily at her as he looked down from the middle step. Seamus gently tugged her closer so that his arms could go all the way around her and hers reached his neck.
“Now people are staring…” Lavender protested. Looking over her shoulder at the other couples. There were only a few glances. Everyone was pretty much involved in their own date.
“They stare because you’re beautiful,” Seamus argued, his hand coming up to Lavender’s chin and gently pulling her eyes back to his.
Chuckling a little, Lavender laid her head on his shoulder which was now level with hers; losing herself in the music. “You really are too much, Seamus Finnigan,” she rolled her eyes. Her fingers played in the hair at the nape of his neck. He is just being Seamus. He doesn’t mean a word of this.
More people had filtered out of the Great Hall a few minutes later. It could have been a few minutes but it could have been a few hours. Seamus couldn’t tell anymore. Being this close to Lavender was intoxicating. Seamus stepped closer until his face was nestled in her hair. He’d always admired it. It was so voluminous and dark. Like the crags and caves he used to explore and hide in as a child when his mother was after him for something he’d done.
He was safe. Nemeton. he whispered. More to himself than to her. But, Lavender heard him.
“I love when you do that,” she spoke just as softly as he had. Her fingers played in the hair at the nape of his neck.
“Do what?”
She had no idea what he said. She didn‘t care, really. “Speak Gaelic. It’s beautiful,” she was getting a little restless. “Can we take a walk outside? I‘m getting tired,” she requested. Really she just wanted to be alone with him.
Nodding, Seamus pulled away from her reluctantly and led her out of the Great Hall, holding her hand. His other hand rested on the small of her back. Seamus walked like he was ten feet tall. He was at the ball with the prettiest girl in the school. Lavender was shaking a little. “Here,” he slipped off his cloak and pulled it around her shoulders, letting his fingers grazing the bare skin of her arms, shoulders and back teasingly. After that was done, his arm went back around her as they ventured further into an almost vacant courtyard.
“Tonight has been nice,” she smiled at him, laying her head on his shoulder awkwardly as they walked.
“Are you trying to get rid of me early? ‘Has been’? he teased, letting his hand move up into her hair and playing with it a little.
“Git. I meant so far,” she laughed, nudging him a little as they walked. “Is that Fawcette from Hufflepuff? And Roger Davies with Fleur Dela-whatever?” she asked as she heard voices of couples hiding in the bushes. The gossip mill tomorrow will be exciting!
They had the right idea. Seamus slowed down a little. Maybe he could talk Lavender into disappearing into some rose bushes with him. His eyes kept shifting to her lips. He licked his unconsciously as she went on talking about something. He wasn’t paying attention to her words any longer. Just the way her mouth formed those words.
“Seamus! You’re staring at me…” she giggled after a minute of silence. She’d waiting for him to reply. He hadn’t. What she really wanted was for him to kiss her. She wasn’t about to make the first move, though. Let him do it.
Seamus stopped completely. It was now or never.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, turning back toward him as she kept walking, pulling his cloak closer around her as a gust of wind swooped through her.
“Nothing, Lav,” he smiled at her, his hand going out to her arm and tugging her back toward him. “I meant what I said. You look beautiful tonight. But you’re that naturally all the time”.
“You’ve the gift of the Blarney Stone about you,” Lavender affected a really bad Irish accent and rolled her eyes at him.
“Is it working?”
“Maybe. Why don’t you try to find out?” Lavender challenged, her eyebrows raised teasingly. Her mouth quirked cutely as she stepped a little closer.
“I think I will,” His arms slipped easily beneath his cloak on her shoulders and encircled her. His nose made contact first; rubbing against hers. Then his lips.
“Ow!” she laughed as Seamus’ forehead bumped hers a little too hard. Then again as he ended up biting the tip of her nose. They adjusted again. Lavender’s mouth met his chin.
“Damn it,” he cursed. He’d never live this down.
“I’ll hold still and you move to the left,” Lavender tried to stop laughing. She really liked him like this. It was so cute.
“Right,” he nodded as a hand went to her jaw; the fingers sifting through her hair and holding her still. Watching her face for another second, Seamus moved in for the kill. Two eyes morphed into one before he closed his and kissed her.
It was brief. It was really nice. He tasted like Peppermints and clover and… the earth after a light spring rain. Was that a hint of Firewhiskey? Probably, knowing him.
Seamus pulled her into the shadows as he kept kissing her. Leaning her on the wall, Seamus pressed his body to hers. His hands began to roam slowly. All the while, he was praying that she wouldn’t mind, or notice.
“What is a beautiful witch such as yourself doing out here with a little boy?”
The words broke through their reverie. Seamus growled, pulling back from the kiss but kept holding Lavender’s hips. “What the hell do you want?” It was some Slytherin Seventh year. He’d definitely had a few too many spiked punches.
“Do you mind if I dance with your date?” he towered over Seamus, smirking and smelling heavily of alcohol.
“I do, actually,” Seamus turned around, moving Lavender behind him.
“I’m already here with Seamus,” Lavender piped up from behind the short Irishman.
“Why don’t you let me show you how a Real Man can make you feel?” he grinned lasciviously at Lavender, ignoring Seamus altogether now.
“Seamus is a Real Man, thanks. He’d kick your arse!” Lavender defended Seamus. Only digging him into a deeper hole.
Bugger, why did she have to go there? Now he had to fight this gorilla. Despite his inward apprehension, Seamus drew himself up taller and puffed out his chest. Before the gorilla could make the first move, Seamus lunged at him, tackling him to the ground and starting to throw punches at his stomach.
“SEAMUS!” Lavender screamed, watching in horror. “GET OFF HIM!” the gorilla now had Seamus pinned to the snow as he punched him repeatedly. Where is my blasted wand?! Lavender searched her clutch for the wood object and pointed it at the two rolling around on the snow.
She wasn’t quick enough. Seamus and the gorilla were interrupted by a prowling Professor Snape. “Twenty points from Gryffindor, Finnegan. Brawls are not allowed. Find your way back to your common rooms. You to, Reese”. He’d taken points from the one currently lying on the snow in a bloody heap.
As Reese got up, smirking triumphantly, he turned away from the Gryffindors and followed Snape away from them.
“That bastard,“ Seamus glared at their retreating backs. As he stood, his hands went to his ribs and he cursed in Gaelic from the pain. “I could have taken him,” he said mostly for his own wounded pride. His face was really starting to hurt.
“You’re bleeding!” Lavender rushed over and held her handkerchief from her clutch to his wounds, cleaning him up as best she could before he pushed her away.
“I’m fine!” he waved her off. Just what he needed to make a good impression. Looking like some Big Girl’s Blouse getting his ass kicked.
“I know you could have taken him,” Lavender nodded, putting away her handkerchief and kissing one of the few spots not bleeding or bruised. “Let’s get inside. I’ll take care of those so that you won’t have to get lectured by Madame Pomfrey,” she offered, slipping her hand into his arm and walking with him back inside.
As they walked, Seamus calmed down considerably. Maybe being injured wasn’t such a bad thing if Lavender was determined to be his nurse.
Author: queen_schitzo
Giftee: paradise_loved
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Seamus/Lavender
Word Count: around 1800
Summary: Seamus and Lavender feel the same way but will they go through with it?
Author's Notes: The damned movies have forever stamped Devon Murray in my head as Seamus. Just a warning.
Beta: gryffinclaw and lafeemechante
They’d been one of the last couples to leave the dance floor. Truth is, Seamus had been trying to get Lavender to take a walk outside with him. However, she insisted on being where the action was. Not that there was much ‘action’ left. They were basically alone. The few couples left were in their own worlds. Parvati and Padma had long sense forgotten about their ‘dates’ and were now keeping a couple of the Bulgarian students company. Lavender seemed to be lost without Parvati during the beginning of the evening but Lavender had been distracted by him enough that she didn’t complain about it often. As long as they kept dancing and he let her talk about everyone’s gowns then she was happy.
At the moment, a slow song was starting up. For some reason, Lavender had been avoiding that all night. He wouldn’t let her this time. “What is it, Lav?” he asked, his arms wrapped around her, watching her face intently. They were almost eye-to-eye, but he was a little shorter because she’d worn heels.
“You don’t find this terribly uncomfortable? I’m taller than you are in these heels!” Lavender was clearly worried and put off by that fact.
Looking around the room, Seamus did indeed notice that all the blokes in the room were at least an inch taller than their dates. A crooked grin crossed his lips. “There are two ways we can fix this. Either you take off the heels or you put on my robes and I’ll put on yours,” the look of sheer horror that Lavender was sporting caused Seamus to burst into a fit of laughter.
“Seamus! This isn’t funny! Look at us,” Lavender pleaded with him to come to his senses.
“Aye. I see you. You’re lit up. Gorgeous,” he winked at her, still grinning. She was only a little appeased. Quickly, Seamus looked around and suddenly grabbed her wrist, dragging her to an entrance. He was going to dance a slow dance with Lavender before the night ended. Even if he had to talk his way into it with the Wyrd Sisters themselves.
“What the- Seamus what is going on?” Lavender kept questioning. Her answer came as he stopped her in front of steps leaving the hall and stepped onto the second from the floor, turning to face her and taking her hands in his, swaying to the music.
“Is this better?” he asked, grinning cheekily at her as he looked down from the middle step. Seamus gently tugged her closer so that his arms could go all the way around her and hers reached his neck.
“Now people are staring…” Lavender protested. Looking over her shoulder at the other couples. There were only a few glances. Everyone was pretty much involved in their own date.
“They stare because you’re beautiful,” Seamus argued, his hand coming up to Lavender’s chin and gently pulling her eyes back to his.
Chuckling a little, Lavender laid her head on his shoulder which was now level with hers; losing herself in the music. “You really are too much, Seamus Finnigan,” she rolled her eyes. Her fingers played in the hair at the nape of his neck. He is just being Seamus. He doesn’t mean a word of this.
More people had filtered out of the Great Hall a few minutes later. It could have been a few minutes but it could have been a few hours. Seamus couldn’t tell anymore. Being this close to Lavender was intoxicating. Seamus stepped closer until his face was nestled in her hair. He’d always admired it. It was so voluminous and dark. Like the crags and caves he used to explore and hide in as a child when his mother was after him for something he’d done.
He was safe. Nemeton. he whispered. More to himself than to her. But, Lavender heard him.
“I love when you do that,” she spoke just as softly as he had. Her fingers played in the hair at the nape of his neck.
“Do what?”
She had no idea what he said. She didn‘t care, really. “Speak Gaelic. It’s beautiful,” she was getting a little restless. “Can we take a walk outside? I‘m getting tired,” she requested. Really she just wanted to be alone with him.
Nodding, Seamus pulled away from her reluctantly and led her out of the Great Hall, holding her hand. His other hand rested on the small of her back. Seamus walked like he was ten feet tall. He was at the ball with the prettiest girl in the school. Lavender was shaking a little. “Here,” he slipped off his cloak and pulled it around her shoulders, letting his fingers grazing the bare skin of her arms, shoulders and back teasingly. After that was done, his arm went back around her as they ventured further into an almost vacant courtyard.
“Tonight has been nice,” she smiled at him, laying her head on his shoulder awkwardly as they walked.
“Are you trying to get rid of me early? ‘Has been’? he teased, letting his hand move up into her hair and playing with it a little.
“Git. I meant so far,” she laughed, nudging him a little as they walked. “Is that Fawcette from Hufflepuff? And Roger Davies with Fleur Dela-whatever?” she asked as she heard voices of couples hiding in the bushes. The gossip mill tomorrow will be exciting!
They had the right idea. Seamus slowed down a little. Maybe he could talk Lavender into disappearing into some rose bushes with him. His eyes kept shifting to her lips. He licked his unconsciously as she went on talking about something. He wasn’t paying attention to her words any longer. Just the way her mouth formed those words.
“Seamus! You’re staring at me…” she giggled after a minute of silence. She’d waiting for him to reply. He hadn’t. What she really wanted was for him to kiss her. She wasn’t about to make the first move, though. Let him do it.
Seamus stopped completely. It was now or never.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, turning back toward him as she kept walking, pulling his cloak closer around her as a gust of wind swooped through her.
“Nothing, Lav,” he smiled at her, his hand going out to her arm and tugging her back toward him. “I meant what I said. You look beautiful tonight. But you’re that naturally all the time”.
“You’ve the gift of the Blarney Stone about you,” Lavender affected a really bad Irish accent and rolled her eyes at him.
“Is it working?”
“Maybe. Why don’t you try to find out?” Lavender challenged, her eyebrows raised teasingly. Her mouth quirked cutely as she stepped a little closer.
“I think I will,” His arms slipped easily beneath his cloak on her shoulders and encircled her. His nose made contact first; rubbing against hers. Then his lips.
“Ow!” she laughed as Seamus’ forehead bumped hers a little too hard. Then again as he ended up biting the tip of her nose. They adjusted again. Lavender’s mouth met his chin.
“Damn it,” he cursed. He’d never live this down.
“I’ll hold still and you move to the left,” Lavender tried to stop laughing. She really liked him like this. It was so cute.
“Right,” he nodded as a hand went to her jaw; the fingers sifting through her hair and holding her still. Watching her face for another second, Seamus moved in for the kill. Two eyes morphed into one before he closed his and kissed her.
It was brief. It was really nice. He tasted like Peppermints and clover and… the earth after a light spring rain. Was that a hint of Firewhiskey? Probably, knowing him.
Seamus pulled her into the shadows as he kept kissing her. Leaning her on the wall, Seamus pressed his body to hers. His hands began to roam slowly. All the while, he was praying that she wouldn’t mind, or notice.
“What is a beautiful witch such as yourself doing out here with a little boy?”
The words broke through their reverie. Seamus growled, pulling back from the kiss but kept holding Lavender’s hips. “What the hell do you want?” It was some Slytherin Seventh year. He’d definitely had a few too many spiked punches.
“Do you mind if I dance with your date?” he towered over Seamus, smirking and smelling heavily of alcohol.
“I do, actually,” Seamus turned around, moving Lavender behind him.
“I’m already here with Seamus,” Lavender piped up from behind the short Irishman.
“Why don’t you let me show you how a Real Man can make you feel?” he grinned lasciviously at Lavender, ignoring Seamus altogether now.
“Seamus is a Real Man, thanks. He’d kick your arse!” Lavender defended Seamus. Only digging him into a deeper hole.
Bugger, why did she have to go there? Now he had to fight this gorilla. Despite his inward apprehension, Seamus drew himself up taller and puffed out his chest. Before the gorilla could make the first move, Seamus lunged at him, tackling him to the ground and starting to throw punches at his stomach.
“SEAMUS!” Lavender screamed, watching in horror. “GET OFF HIM!” the gorilla now had Seamus pinned to the snow as he punched him repeatedly. Where is my blasted wand?! Lavender searched her clutch for the wood object and pointed it at the two rolling around on the snow.
She wasn’t quick enough. Seamus and the gorilla were interrupted by a prowling Professor Snape. “Twenty points from Gryffindor, Finnegan. Brawls are not allowed. Find your way back to your common rooms. You to, Reese”. He’d taken points from the one currently lying on the snow in a bloody heap.
As Reese got up, smirking triumphantly, he turned away from the Gryffindors and followed Snape away from them.
“That bastard,“ Seamus glared at their retreating backs. As he stood, his hands went to his ribs and he cursed in Gaelic from the pain. “I could have taken him,” he said mostly for his own wounded pride. His face was really starting to hurt.
“You’re bleeding!” Lavender rushed over and held her handkerchief from her clutch to his wounds, cleaning him up as best she could before he pushed her away.
“I’m fine!” he waved her off. Just what he needed to make a good impression. Looking like some Big Girl’s Blouse getting his ass kicked.
“I know you could have taken him,” Lavender nodded, putting away her handkerchief and kissing one of the few spots not bleeding or bruised. “Let’s get inside. I’ll take care of those so that you won’t have to get lectured by Madame Pomfrey,” she offered, slipping her hand into his arm and walking with him back inside.
As they walked, Seamus calmed down considerably. Maybe being injured wasn’t such a bad thing if Lavender was determined to be his nurse.