Title: Lá Fhéile Pádraig (St. Patrick's Day in Irish)
Pairing: Seamus Finnigan/Tracey Davis
Rating: G
Prompt: lucky charm
Word count: 374
Beta: tania_sings
Warnings: I didn't even tried writing Seamus' accent. It was just going to hurt your eyes.
Summary: We all know Seamus is a charming boy. He's just trying to find a charming girl.
A/N: Originally written for Week #49 on sortinghatdrabs . Not loved there, and not loved by me either. Not a great week for writing I guess. But run to read the other drabbles! They were trully awesome and I'm very happy that my friends won :D


Lá Fhéile Pádraig

"Here, honey. Happy Lá Fhéile Pádraig," Seamus said extending a delicate necklace in front of her face.

"What is this, Finnigan?" Her voice was harsh, contorting her face in disgust as he wiggled the thing in front of her face.

"A gift for you, sweety. To give you lucky. Finals are just around the corner," Seamus said in a seductive voice, smiling charmingly. "But if you agree to a date in Hogsmade next weekend you'll get even luckier." He winked.

"N--No. Get...that off my face, Finnigan," Tracey said, losing her cool demeanour as the shiny charm sparkled with the light in front of her face.

"Is the Gryffindor half-blood bothering you, Tracey? I can call Draco..." Daphne appeared at her side quickly, looking at Seamus defiantly. Tracey was not fooled. Daphne's hand on her shoulder was shaking as Seamus took a step closer to them.

"Don't worry, Greengrass. This stupid Gryffindor won't bother your princess friend anymore," he spit the words in anger. Next thing Tracey knew, he was marching down the hall murmuring and scowling to himself.

Daphne sighed. "Those Gryffindors...the courage they have to talk to us like that! I will tell Draco. He's not going to be happy. And I bet that was a friend of Potter and that mudblood." She started walking the opposite way Seamus has gone. "They really don't..."

Tracey didn't listen to her friend anymore. Her eyes caught something shining on the floor. She bent over and found the necklace Seamus was trying to give to her. Grabbing the piece of jewelry in her hand, she caressed the charm shaped as a clover with her fingers.

"Tracey? What are you doing on the floor?" Daphne calling her name took her out of her reverie.

Quickly, she shoved the hand that held the lucky charm inside her pocket as she stood up, balancing her books with her other arm.

"I dropped a book. Let's go. Lunch time will be over in a few minutes."

"Yes, I'm starving too," Daphne moaned as she guided both of them to the Great Hall chatting about things Tracey couldn't pay attention to. She just followed silently thinking of her recent encounter with Seamus as her hand fisted around the lucky charm.