Rating:
G
House:
Astronomy Tower
Characters:
Hermione Granger Seamus Finnigan
Genres:
Romance Angst
Era:
Multiple Eras
Stats:
Published: 10/14/2002
Updated: 10/14/2002
Words: 875
Chapters: 1
Hits: 1,413

Shamrocks and Libraries

Rain Wakefield

Story Summary:
Fluffyish romance with a touch of angst. It's a Hermione/Seamus fic. It takes place in Ireland and if I do say so myself it's pretty cute. I think Hermione is IC, and my Seamus is an InnerTurmoil!Seamus.

Chapter Summary:
This is more or less a fic let, just under 1000 words. Good for a short reading. Basically it's fluffyish romance with a touch of angst. It's a Hermione/Seamus fic. It takes place in Ireland and if I do say so myself it's pretty cute. I think Hermione is IC, and my Seamus is an InnerTurmoil!Seamus.
Posted:
10/14/2002
Hits:
1,413
Author's Note:
Rated G as its perfectly clean and cute! Seamus/Hermione is my favourite non-trio pairing! :-D I was somewhat frustriated at the lack of S/Hr fics and so I decided to write a short little ficlet! Hope you enjoy as much I did writting it.

The luscious country side of Ireland was breathtaking. The overhead sky was a very light blue, almost the colour of a robin's egg, without a cloud in sight. In every direction, as far as the eye could see, was a beautiful landscape consisting of the deepest of emerald green colours. A magnificent waterfall fell over a large golden coloured rock and into a small spring. The water was so clear that one could see to the bottom, and make out clearly the multi-coloured fish swimming there, or the jagged edges of the rocks that rested there. A very cool spring breeze played across the faces of the two young people whom sat there, enjoying the wonders of Ireland. One of the, for the first time and to the second it was a fixture of everyday life, one that could not be taken for granted.

Hermione Granger was seated Indian style on a patch of shamrocks. Locks of brown hair framed her face, and the breeze blew strands of it into her face. Normally her hair was bushy, but today was a special day. The first time she would see Ireland and so she had taken several hours of careful preparation to make her hair smooth and straight. He warm chocolate brown eyes reflected her quiet inner stregenth and the serenity she felt at the moment.

Seamus Finnigan, Irish by blood, lay down with his head in Hermione's lap. Opposite the typical thoughts of Irish folk he did not have red or auburn hair. No, he had a very light sandy coloured hair that he had inherited from his father. His hair had a slight curl to it and at the moment was being absently played with by Hermione.

His eyes were a very pale blue, almost the colour of an icicle. They were normally alive and alert, dancing with life, but at the moment they reflected deep thoughts and a sorrowful remourse of some sort.

"I wish we could stay in this moment forever." Seamus said, breaking the silence that had lasted for the last half-hour.

"Hmmm?" Hermione asked, obviously being pulled from distant thoughts.

"This moment, I wish it would last forever." Seamus then frowned. "I wish life was always like this...peaceful..."

Hermione chewed her lower lip, something she did when pondering her thoughts.

"Perhaps maybe one day...but for now..." Hermione sighed deeply. "The Dark Lord's power is gaining..."

Seamus abruptly sat up. He was a brash young man of twenty. A youthful lad, just three years out of school. True, he was staunchly against Voldemort and his Deatheaters, he distrusted the Ministry, and he was in favour of Dumbledore's alliance, but he was reluntic to choose a side. To him the war was afar, and not his own. Yes, Voldemort was trying to take over the United Kingdom and Ireland, but that was someone else' war. It was a war for those whom had been affected directly by Voldemort. He, Seamus Finnigan, had not, and he didn't want to be a part of it. He wanted a peaceful life without worries.

"Your thinking of joining Dumbledore's alliance aren't you?" Seamus gripped Hermione's shoulders. She turned her head downcast.

"Seamus..." That was all the answer he needed, her tone of voice said it all. Seamus turned pleading eyes to her, and gently lifted her chin up in order to look into her own eyes.

"Hermione, listen to me. This war...it isn't a part of our lives! It doesn't affect us."

"But doesn't it?"

"I'm ready for it when it comes my door...but why go jumping into its not gotten to us yet?"

"If a fire were set to these beautiful trees." At this Hermione waved her arms around her. "Would you help diminish it? Or would you wait for it to reach you?" Seamus's eyes faltered and he dropped them.

"That's different!" Seamus said finally.

"How?" Silence eloped them. "Your wrong Seamus, it does touch us. It's touched our friends, it touches our countries, and soon enough it will touch you in a more personal way." Seamus shook his head. Hermione stood up, and so did Seamus.

"I love you, Hermione." Hermione looked at him uncertainly, then stepped forward and buried hear head in his chest. Gently Seamus lifted her head up and kissed her gently. After a few moments Hermione stepped back.

"I guess this is goodbye." Seamus frowned.

"It doesn't have to be."

"But it is, Seamus. Don't you see? This is an issue we can't be divided on, not without parting." Seamus fumbled around in his pocket and pulled out a ring.

The ring was a silver band with emeralds in the shape of a shamrock on top. He slipped it onto her and finger. Hermione stared down at it,

"I can't take this..." But Seamus put a finger to her lips and pulled her close.

"I'll come back for it, I promise. Just..I need some time to think about this...to find myself..." Hermione looked up into his eyes, and nodded.

"Alright." Seamus lightly brushed his lips on hers and then pulled apart. He gave her one last look and turned around to walk away.

"Seamus!" Seamus turned around slowly.

"I love you," Hermione shouted weakly. Seamus smiled, waved, and left.