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Emma woke with a start for she had dreamed very unhappily. The night of her parents death often came to her in her sleep. She sighed irritably and got up without a sound. After she pulled her curtains to the side, she glanced every which way, hoping she wouldn't wake anyone. Hearing the light snore coming from one of the beds, she smiled.

Once she had gotten ready for the day she headed down to the Common Room. It was empty. Emma clutched her reading book closely and made way to a cozy armchair next to a cold fireplace. When she got there she was startled to see that she was not in fact alone.

"Oh. Hello Emma." He rested his book down on the seat next to him and smiled.

"Seamus." She rose an eyebrow. "What are you doing down here so early?"

"Early riser." He answered simply. "What about you?"

"The same."

Emma sat back in her chair and glanced around the room. Something she hadn't really done yet. Seamus's brown eyes stayed on her. "Kind of nice to have someone else around here. Most don't come down until at least nine when they don't have to." He said with a light chuckle.

"Really?" She rose her eyebrows.

With a quick glance at an old grandfather clock, he commented, "And its only 7:30 right now. Usually I just come down here and read because I'm the only one who's awake."

She smiled crookedly. "Well, it looks like you won't be alone this year, huh?"

"Nope." He shook his head and ran a hand through his hair. "But that's a good thing. Especially when the company's good." He edged on his seat and rested his book on the cushioned arm.

She blushed softly and cocked your head to the side in hopes of reading the title of his book.

He followed her eyes and lifted the book with a smirk. "Moby Dick."

"One of the great American authors. I'm impressed." She said after raising her eyebrows.

He laughed and said, "I'm glad you're impressed, but I must say I find it bloody boring." Nodding to her own book, he asked, "What are you reading?"

Emma looked down at it. "Oh, just a book on Hogwarts' famous history."

He smiled. "You really are friends with Granger aren't you?"

"I suppose she's rubbing off on me."

Seamus nodded in agreement and shook his head with a laugh. "You're a Yank aren't you?"

"Where else would you get this lame accent?"

He snickered. "I think its cute." He paused, his face reddening and quickly thought of something to say. "I'm from Ireland."

She cleared her throat and averted her gaze. "I've always wanted to go there."

"You should. It's beautiful and the people - well they live quieter and -" He stopped himself. "I'm rambling aren't I."

Emma just smiled. "No. I can see you really love it."

There was a moment of silence and Seamus moved uncomfortably. "Did you like it there?"

She nodded and replied, "Very much. I'm really going to miss it."

"Why did you leave then?"

She hesitated and averted her jade eyes, being sure not to say anything she shouldn’t. "My parents were killed, and I came here to stay with the Weasley's."

He frowned, his eyes becoming softer. "I'm soo sorry, Emma. It must be hard."

"It is."

"I was wondering - if you weren't doing anything after breakfast. . ." He paused and looked in her direction. "maybe I could show you around?"

Emma swallowed. "I'm not busy."

"Great." He replied, relief washing over his freckled face. He stood to his feet and straightened his shirt. "Well, I think I'm going to get some breakfast, care to join me?"

"I promised Hermione I would wait for her, but thanks for asking."

He nodded, his smile slightly fallen.


"No, that's fine." He turned to leave then quickly looked back. "I'll meet you after, though?"

"Yeah. See you."

Just a few minutes later while the Gryffindors started to wake, Harry bounded down the stairs and sat on the armchair opposite her. "Good Morning." He got a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach as Emma averted her eyes from a page of her book to him.

"Morning. Did you sleep well?"

"Yeah, you?"


Harry placed his hands on his knees and leaned forward slightly. "What would you like to do today?" He felt his face burn as he realized what he said. Harry actually assumed for a moment that she would only want to do something with him. "Class doesn't start - for a couple days."

"Seamus wanted to show me around after breakfast." Emma's voice was dull. "But after lunch or something -"

"Oh. No, that's okay-" Harry interjected, shaking his head. "I didn't mean to put you on the spot or anything-"

Emma widened her eyes and stopped him. "I didn't mean I didn't want to." She said quietly and looked at her hands. "I think it would be lovely to - do something with you. Seamus just asked for an hour or so - just to show me around the castle."

He smiled in some relief and nodded. "Okay."

"Did you want to go with us?" She asked slowly, almost afraid to say something wrong.

Rising his brows, he pursed his lips at an evil thought and thought better of it. "No. I wouldn't want to interfere."

She frowned. "You won't."

He slapped his hands on his knees. "No, that's okay. I'll just do something with Hermione and Ron, until you're finished with er - Seamus."

Emma swallowed harshly and wanted to scream at him, saying, "No! You're the one I want!" but she didn't. She instead drummed her fingers on the arm of her chair and said, "Yeah."

Harry was just about to say something when quick footsteps led to the two and Hermione greeted, "Good Morning!"

"Hey, Mione." Emma replied with a warm smile.

"Morning." He cleared his throat, and repositioned jaggedly in his seat.

Hermione flashed her eyes from one to the other and took a seat on the couch, joining in on some small talk until Ron came down the stairs groggily.

"Morning Ron." Emma watched him walk sluggishly closer to them and rolled her eyes.

He grumbled something incoherent and plopped down next to Hermione.

"Did you get any sleep last night Ron?" Hermione asked her friend who was now yawning widely.

"Yeah." He said sleepily, resting his head on Hermione's shoulder. He seemed to be not quiet awake, for he probably wouldn't have done it if full coherent. Hermione blushed lightly and rolled her eyes. She let him, though.

"Well, do you guys want to go to breakfast?" Emma asked stretching her arms over her head.

Ron's head shot up, narrowly missing Hermione's chin, and he exclaimed, "Yes."

"Lets go."

Sitting between Harry and Ron, Emma felt a tap on her shoulder. She jumped slightly and widened her eyes before looking over her shoulder to see who the culprit was.

"Almost done?" Seamus asked, his hands in his pockets looking a bit nervous.


He made a short nod. "I'll wait." Seamus then took a seat next to Harry, who took a swing of his pumpkin juice.

After a few minutes of drumming his fingers and picking apart a piece of toast, Seamus was glad to see Emma stand from the bench and say her goodbyes. He anxiously got to his feet, almost knocking over a plate of sausage.

Emma stepped to him and smiled. "Ready?"

"Ready." He ran a hand through his hair and lead her towards the great doors that lead to the rest of the school. "Do you want me to show where your classes are?"


Emma followed him obediently as they walked down corridors she had never been in, all the while feeling much more comfortable with him. She watched him carefully and noticed the way the corners of his eyes crinkled with every smile and the way his dimples deepened when he talked.

"So, do you have a boyfriend yet? Or did you leave one behind?"

Emma rose her dark eyebrows quizzically and shook her head with a laugh. "Neither."

"Really? I would have thought that you'd be taken pretty quickly around here if you were single."

She turned her face away from him and covered her mouth as she laughed even harder.

"What's so funny?"

"The blatant fact that you would think I'd left a boyfriend and that I would be taken quickly."

Seamus shrugged and shook his head. "I don't get how that would be funny."

Emma just said it and felt a little lame afterward. "I've never had a boyfriend. Nor do I think someone here is going to be jumping my bones anytime soon."

"You've never had a boyfriend?"

"No." She felt heat rise on her cheeks from embarrassment.

He widened his eyes and stuffed his hands in his pockets. "Wow."

"Why are you so surprised?"

"It's just that - just that I think you're really nice to talk to and you're not to mention - very pretty."

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