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Still Wednesday: Evening
Seamus sat in the library, pouring over old books full of love poems.
"Hidden Fire"
Fire!-Yes fire is what I
Feel; delicious ecstasy every time I see
You... Every time you look to me.
Could I...? Yes, I could fly!
My heart burns-hurtful, yet bringing pleasure to my
Soul; you, You! have the key
The way to shared Magic and Mystery.
But I digress...
A lie is what I feel for I am not
The one with adoring eyes you seek.
And to my Being it is a fatal shot.
And as I grow short of breath and weak,
Doomed, because of my love you caught
And killed, I wonder if there is hope for the meek.
Ooo, that's pretty. Seamus thought absently. Harry would like that. So Seamus, in his best handwriting, copied the poem down onto parchment. He went to sleep quietly that night, not bothering Harry at all.
Seamus managed to steal quite a bouquet in Herbology that morning. He put the flowers with the poem, then sat down to write a letter. He worked long and hard on it. Crumpled parchments soon surrounded his desk as he strived to make it *perfect*. He wrote his soul into those words. He finally finished it, and placed it with the bouquet and poem.
His stomach rumbled, causing the absent-minded Irish lad to remember... It was lunch! Hoping that at least dessert wasn't over, Seamus hurried down to the Great Hall. He slid into a seat diagonal from Harry, who tentatively flashed him a smile. Seamus' heart fluttered wildly, and he had the sudden urge to do cartwheels.
"Where have you been, Seamus?" he inquired softly.
"Working." he said casually, smiling back at Harry.
Just then the dessert appeared.
"Chocolate!" Harry exclaimed delightedly as he began heaping his plate. Large chunks of rich white, milk, and dark chocolate were arrayed on the golden plates. Seamus watched with interest as Harry *devoured* the sweets, licking his fingers eagerly. Heat soared through Seamus' body as he watched the slim How does he keep the weight off? seeker scrape melted chocolate off his plate and suck his fingers vigorously. Seamus closed his eyes and tried to calm his racing pulse. And then, a little voice spoke to Seamus. Chocolate... chocolate... it said.
What about it? he asked the voice
Well, and the voice gave a mental shrug, it's just that Harry seems to like it.
Yeah, he does.
Don't you wish Harry liked you as much as chocolate?
Don't I ever!! Seamus responded wistfully. His classmates began to eye him suspiciously, because Seamus was nodding to himself in a very thoughtful (And when Seamus thought, it was *dangerous*.) sort of way.
Think about it. So Seamus thought. And thought. And started to fall asleep.
None of that! cried the voice irritably. Do I have to tell you *everything*?
Sorry, he apologized meekly.
Okay. Chocolate, you, and a silencing spell at midnight.
Uh...thought Seamus.
The voice sighed impatiently. And one more key ingredient. Harry Potter!
"Brilliant!" Seamus exclaimed aloud as he finally understood.
"What's brilliant?" asked Dean.
"Oh... nothing." he said innocently, batting his eyelashes. Dean rolled his eyes.
Thanks! he called silently, but there was no answer. Now the question is... do you tickle the apple or the pear to get into the kitchens..? Seamus sighed. That *was* a hard question.