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A/N: This was a super-fast update! Haven't had one of those in a while. Sorry, it is way shorter than usual. The idea was just jumping around in my head, and I needed to get it out. You know that feeling? As always, thank you for commenting! (Especially pippiboo for telling me the chapters were fine in lengh, because I was worried they weren't long enough, but I really couldn't strech them out without compromising the main idea.)
Michael Corners did not like Dean Thomas.
Not in that way, not in any way, not ever. So why exactly did that bloke think he did? It was right after lunch, Michael was walking in a semi-crowded corridor to his next class, when he was pulled into an empty classroom. Michael is kind of ashamed to admit it, but when he saw who pulled him into the classroom, he was, just a bit, happy.
But that did not mean by any standards that he liked Dean. No, he was just happy, erm, to see his fellow clubmate. That was it. So that is why he started to smile when he saw Dean's hand pulling his arm. He didn't mean for Dean to get freaked out by the gesture.
"Look, dude, I have no idea what anybody told you or anything, but I'm not gay."
This confused Michael. Okay, so he's not gay, why did Dean feel the need to inform him of this?
"Okay?" Michael said in response.
"Okay, well, just so you know." Dean quickly left the classroom after saying that.
Michael decided to take a seat at a desk and think. Did Dean think he was gay? Or was it possible that he was looking at Dean, and was completely unaware of it? Oh crap. Maybe he did that.
Michael could feel his cheeks starting to burn. He was too embarassed to go to class. He looked at the time, there was two minutes until the next class period started, and his next room was at least three minutes away. So Michael just sat there, feeling embarassed. After a good ten minutes Michael didn't feel so ebarassed anymore. His mind kept on going to the time, erminding him that he was supposed to be in class. So he decided to walk back, because if he was late to class he could get away with just detention. If he skipped class all together, he would raise questions.
He started to walk to his next class, in the deserted corridors. He passed a bunch of classrooms, could hear professors talking and quills writing. His head felt light and airy for some reason. Like he was free. Before he reached his next class, he passed a girls bathroom. And his house mate, Cho Chang, was stepping out of it. Michael felt that light feeling taking control, controlling what he was saying.
"Cho?"
Cho stopped dead in her tracks and turned around, not even aware that Michael was there until he spoke her name.
"Cho, I just want to tell you I think you're cute. And I think we should go to Hogsmeade together next weekend."