A/N: Battered.

My battered brain worked hard to comprehend my thoughts and what McGonagall was saying.

I am not, under any circumstances, gay, I told myself. Last night was just an accident. It wasn't my fault I fell asleep talking and woke up kissing Theo. It was because I had a dream about kissing, that's all, and I reassured myself. Somehow my guilty gaze kept falling on Theodore.

"I'm not gay," I whispered to myself, "totally not gay." Unfortunately, Daphne, who was sitting next to me, heard me.

"Gay?" She questioned. I went red.

"Never mind." I snapped. She made a face at me.