Disclaimer: No.
Author's Note: That's supposed to say "No, I don't own anything," but I liked my abbreviated version a bit better. This is a M&MWP written for Mew&Mor's Weird Pairings competition. Pretty much the entire ending is from Louis Carroll's Alice in Wonderland, a quote I received for loki-laufeysons' Quotes Challenge.
When it rained at night, sleep was hard to achieve. Or that's what Michael observed, anyway.
He would look out his bed curtains (always opened just a smidge) and watch the droplets streak down each of the two windows he could see; listen to the steady pit-pat-pit-pat -pit as the wind blew the water against the panes of glass.
His thoughts were usually the same every rainy night, too. On an average night, Michael would ponder various things: when he would finally get around to finishing his numerous homework assignments and essays, how well he had done on that test he took yesterday, what he was going to do next weekend. The dreary weather made his thoughts turn the same, though. He would wonder when he would fall in love, meet the person he was supposed to spend his life with . . . or if he already had, when he would realize it.
But he'd discovered many things about himself since the last rainy night.
So, sliding his feet into his worn out slippers, Michael grabbed his wand and made his way silently out of his dormitory and into the chilly corridors of Hogwarts.
Michael was not surprised to see Theodore slumped against the wall. But, he supposed, if Theodore hadn't expected him, he would have been sleeping in his bed rather than dozing on the rather hard platform behind a commonplace statue. And he liked to know that Theodore wanted to see him more than he wanted to sleep comfortably.
"Hey, you," Michael whispered, shaking Theodore awake, "I think you should be making your way to bed right about now."
He woke with a start and a loud snore and looked around vacantly for a moment, eyes wide. "Mike," Theodore smiled blearily.
"Yeah, Theo, it's me. Come on; let's get you down to the dungeons."
"No," Theo protested quickly. "I'm awake, swear." He stretched his back and limbs and stood, pulling Michael up with him. "Let's just hang out for a little while."
As he and Theo walked the empty halls, huddled close together to keep the cold at bay, Mike noticed that nighttime rain was more interesting from the corridors than it was from Ravenclaw tower.
"For the first fifteen years of my life I was terrified of lightning," Theo said abruptly out of silence after a bolt flashed through the sky.
"I didn't know that," Mike said thoughtfully.
"Yeah," Theo nodded, "not many people did. But I got over it when I realized that being afraid of something I couldn't possibly hope to control was a little crazy. I started to think that I had gone mad."
Mike chuckled. "I think you're right. You're a nutter."
"Have I gone mad, indeed?" Theo smirked.
"I'm afraid so. You're entirely bonkers. But I'll tell you a secret," Mike said, pulling Theo over to a window, and one boy kissed the other, laughing.
"All the best people are."