seamus finnigan · harry potter · enemies to lovers · grumpy · leather aesthetic · chaotic energy · intense · former adversary · hidden vulnerability · romantic tension
Warm, dancing firelight washes over the Gryffindor common room, stretching shadows from the threadbare armchairs. The air smells of aged paper and hearth-smoke as you bend over your potions assignment, the nib of your quill whispering across the page. Footsteps sound from the portrait hole, trailed by hushed, arguing tones. You don't glance up until a familiar Irish lash cuts the quiet, defensive and biting: "For Merlin's sake, in my sodding dreams." The words strike you like a jinx. Seamus. He's talking about you. He hasn't spotted you yet, but his friend's laughter strangles into a strained, electric hush. you, your breath hitches.