xmas ficcage for rach!
Title: In Which Michael Fails (And Subsequently Gets the Girl Anyway)
Rating: PGish
Summary: Michael attempts to ask Hannah on a date.
Author's Notes: Here you go,
synchrofreak! Hope you enjoy it; MERRY (early) CHRISTMAS.
In Which Michael Fails (And Subsequently Gets the Girl Anyway)
i. Attempt One.
Today, history is going to be made. Michael Corner is going to ask Hannah Abbott to go on a date with him if it's the last thing he does. He has his patented I-Just-Aced-My-Exam-And-Nothing-Can-Bring-Me-Down face on, he's chewing a piece of mint (Terry told him to chew it for confidence) and he's wearing his lucky underwear, so basically nothing can go wrong.
"Just make sure you don't act like a complete idiot," Anthony drawls from his bed as Michael prepares to leave the dorm.
Michael stares. "...Right."
"I mean, obviously you're going to be a little idiotic," Terry adds. "You're always a little idiotic."
Anthony nods. "Just try to keep the idiot factor down to a bare minimum."
Michael pauses for a beat, tries to smile, and then gulps.
"You'll do fine!" Terry says cheerfully, getting up to push Michael out of the room. He closes the door behind him and glances at Anthony.
"What d'you think she'll say?" Anthony asks.
Terry shrugs. "Hopefully yes, or we'll hear him whining for days."
Silence.
"Bet you three sickles she says no," Anthony says.
"You're on!"
...
After a completely un-helpful pep-talk from his dorm mates, he decides he might as well just get it over with. He finds MJ in the Great Hall and he walks over to her, extremely nervous.
"Hi, Michael," MJ says politely, probably wondering why this nervous, fidgety Ravenclaw is talking to her all of a sudden. "Hannah's already eaten, if you're looking for her."
Of course it couldn't be easy. He'd have to go on a mad search to find her.
"Do you have any idea where she is?"
MJ shrugs. "She's been hanging around the library lately, but I think that's only because you've been ther--"
"What?" Michael says eagerly. "What?"
She bites her lip. "Um, she might be there, she might not be. If she's not there, she's in the Hufflepuff common room. I can relay a message to her, if you like...?"
Michael nearly chokes. "NO! I mean... er, no, I can just, you know. Relay the message myself. It's nothing important. You know. Just. About stuff!" He glances around nervously, and MJ is certain she sees him twitch. "Right! So... I'llseeyoulaterBYE!"
And then he runs away.
MJ takes another bite out of her dinner and smiles, because she can only imagine what's going to happen next.
...
"So you just ran away?" Terry asks, shaking his head.
Michael can't bring himself to answer, and slides down farther underneath the covers of his bed.
"You just left MJ sitting there and ran away? You didn't even try to look for Hannah?" he tries again.
More of Michael disappears under the covers.
"That's pathetic, mate." A pause. "Even for you," he adds.
"Trrfrrfroow," Michael murmurs from his igloo of blankets.
"What?"
He peeks his head out again. "Tomorrow," he repeats, and then turns out the light so they could all fall asleep.
...
ii. Attempt two.
He checks the library, carefully looking around and quietly moving so as not to make a sound. If he spots Hannah, he doesn't want her to see her - that way, if he chickens out, he doesn't have to look like a dolt and run away in the middle of a conversation. Kind of like how he did with MJ just now.
"Mike?"
Michael spins around and gasps much, to his dismay, like a little girl.
"Hannah!" he squeaks. As if to add insult to injury, he now sounds like a prepubescent first year who's been caught spying on the girls in the changing room.
She raises an eyebrow and smiles. "Looking for someone?"
"Yes -" he spurts out, then coughs. "No."
Hannah looks confused and -- could it be: disappointed?
"Oh," she says, scratching her neck. "Well, I'll be seeing you." And she starts to walk away. NO NO NO NO! This is not how the plan should go! Why is nothing easy?!
"Wait! Wait! Hannah!"
Hannah turns around -- she only really moved five centimeters, so she's probably a bit confused as to why he's screaming as if she were five miles away already. The librarian goes shh, shh, shh, in that really annoying librarian way of saying "be quiet, please and thank you," and Michael suddenly feels as if all eyes are on the pair of them.
Great.
"What?" she asks, almost expectantly.
And he freezes in his tracks. What now?
"I was wondering if. Maybe. You'dliketogooutwithmesometimeonadate?"
Hannah opens her mouth to talk, but he cuts her off.
"Okay, so, I know we're both friends, and we're really good friends, and I'm really cool with that and everything. Friends is good. Yes. I love being friends. But -"
Hannah attempts to speak again. "Mike -"
"- But I want to be more than friends. Because sometimes when I look at you I get really nervous and -"
She crosses her arms and smiles. "...Mike..."
"-- and I can't think about anything other than you and your hair and you're brilliant and really pretty and now I'm just rambling and Merlin, Hannah, will you just give me an answer because I'm starting to feel really stu-"
Michael finds himself unable to complete his sentence because within five seconds, Hannah runs from her place across from him, practically leaps into his arms, and places her lips on his. After Michael regains his consciousness and realizes oh shite I'm being kissed, he begins kissing back, and the two feverishly press into each other, hearts beating quickly, veins pulsing.
The next few minutes are a blur to both of them -- the librarian stops shh, shh, shh-ing and begins taking away House points for their "act of moral misjudgment" and "complete disregard of school rules," and sends each to their common rooms with a warning that she would make sure they were in their proper places in ten minutes -- "so don't dawdle, if you know what I mean."
They get to their rooms thirty minutes later, and as Filch deals out their punishments, neither can hide the grins on their faces.
...
"So what happened?"
Michael is grinning like an idiot, but he shrugs. "Not much."
Anthony raises an eyebrow. "'Not much?'" he repeats incredulously.
"Yeah. Not much." He looks at their faces and shrugs again. "I rambled and kind of yelled at her and failed at the whole asking-out thing..."
Anthony laughs and glances at Terry. "You owe me three sickles, mate. I told you he couldn't do it --"
"...But then I guess she found that hot or something, because she ended up snogging me and now we have a date for next Tuesday."
Terry and Anthony sit in stunned silence.
"So, let me get this straight," Terry says, "You failed... and got the girl anyway?"
Michael grins. "Pretty much," he replies, and walks out of the room.
Terry lets out a low whistle. "Man. Some blokes get all the luck."
Anthony shakes his head and nudges Terry. "Yeah, but Michael sucks at about everything else. It's about time he got something."
It's silent for a moment, and then Terry turns to Anthony. "I bet you three sickles they don't make it past Tuesday."
"You're on!"
Rating: PGish
Summary: Michael attempts to ask Hannah on a date.
Author's Notes: Here you go,
synchrofreak! Hope you enjoy it; MERRY (early) CHRISTMAS.
In Which Michael Fails (And Subsequently Gets the Girl Anyway)
i. Attempt One.
Today, history is going to be made. Michael Corner is going to ask Hannah Abbott to go on a date with him if it's the last thing he does. He has his patented I-Just-Aced-My-Exam-And-Nothing-Can-Bring-Me-Down face on, he's chewing a piece of mint (Terry told him to chew it for confidence) and he's wearing his lucky underwear, so basically nothing can go wrong.
"Just make sure you don't act like a complete idiot," Anthony drawls from his bed as Michael prepares to leave the dorm.
Michael stares. "...Right."
"I mean, obviously you're going to be a little idiotic," Terry adds. "You're always a little idiotic."
Anthony nods. "Just try to keep the idiot factor down to a bare minimum."
Michael pauses for a beat, tries to smile, and then gulps.
"You'll do fine!" Terry says cheerfully, getting up to push Michael out of the room. He closes the door behind him and glances at Anthony.
"What d'you think she'll say?" Anthony asks.
Terry shrugs. "Hopefully yes, or we'll hear him whining for days."
Silence.
"Bet you three sickles she says no," Anthony says.
"You're on!"
...
After a completely un-helpful pep-talk from his dorm mates, he decides he might as well just get it over with. He finds MJ in the Great Hall and he walks over to her, extremely nervous.
"Hi, Michael," MJ says politely, probably wondering why this nervous, fidgety Ravenclaw is talking to her all of a sudden. "Hannah's already eaten, if you're looking for her."
Of course it couldn't be easy. He'd have to go on a mad search to find her.
"Do you have any idea where she is?"
MJ shrugs. "She's been hanging around the library lately, but I think that's only because you've been ther--"
"What?" Michael says eagerly. "What?"
She bites her lip. "Um, she might be there, she might not be. If she's not there, she's in the Hufflepuff common room. I can relay a message to her, if you like...?"
Michael nearly chokes. "NO! I mean... er, no, I can just, you know. Relay the message myself. It's nothing important. You know. Just. About stuff!" He glances around nervously, and MJ is certain she sees him twitch. "Right! So... I'llseeyoulaterBYE!"
And then he runs away.
MJ takes another bite out of her dinner and smiles, because she can only imagine what's going to happen next.
...
"So you just ran away?" Terry asks, shaking his head.
Michael can't bring himself to answer, and slides down farther underneath the covers of his bed.
"You just left MJ sitting there and ran away? You didn't even try to look for Hannah?" he tries again.
More of Michael disappears under the covers.
"That's pathetic, mate." A pause. "Even for you," he adds.
"Trrfrrfroow," Michael murmurs from his igloo of blankets.
"What?"
He peeks his head out again. "Tomorrow," he repeats, and then turns out the light so they could all fall asleep.
...
ii. Attempt two.
He checks the library, carefully looking around and quietly moving so as not to make a sound. If he spots Hannah, he doesn't want her to see her - that way, if he chickens out, he doesn't have to look like a dolt and run away in the middle of a conversation. Kind of like how he did with MJ just now.
"Mike?"
Michael spins around and gasps much, to his dismay, like a little girl.
"Hannah!" he squeaks. As if to add insult to injury, he now sounds like a prepubescent first year who's been caught spying on the girls in the changing room.
She raises an eyebrow and smiles. "Looking for someone?"
"Yes -" he spurts out, then coughs. "No."
Hannah looks confused and -- could it be: disappointed?
"Oh," she says, scratching her neck. "Well, I'll be seeing you." And she starts to walk away. NO NO NO NO! This is not how the plan should go! Why is nothing easy?!
"Wait! Wait! Hannah!"
Hannah turns around -- she only really moved five centimeters, so she's probably a bit confused as to why he's screaming as if she were five miles away already. The librarian goes shh, shh, shh, in that really annoying librarian way of saying "be quiet, please and thank you," and Michael suddenly feels as if all eyes are on the pair of them.
Great.
"What?" she asks, almost expectantly.
And he freezes in his tracks. What now?
"I was wondering if. Maybe. You'dliketogooutwithmesometimeonadate?"
Hannah opens her mouth to talk, but he cuts her off.
"Okay, so, I know we're both friends, and we're really good friends, and I'm really cool with that and everything. Friends is good. Yes. I love being friends. But -"
Hannah attempts to speak again. "Mike -"
"- But I want to be more than friends. Because sometimes when I look at you I get really nervous and -"
She crosses her arms and smiles. "...Mike..."
"-- and I can't think about anything other than you and your hair and you're brilliant and really pretty and now I'm just rambling and Merlin, Hannah, will you just give me an answer because I'm starting to feel really stu-"
Michael finds himself unable to complete his sentence because within five seconds, Hannah runs from her place across from him, practically leaps into his arms, and places her lips on his. After Michael regains his consciousness and realizes oh shite I'm being kissed, he begins kissing back, and the two feverishly press into each other, hearts beating quickly, veins pulsing.
The next few minutes are a blur to both of them -- the librarian stops shh, shh, shh-ing and begins taking away House points for their "act of moral misjudgment" and "complete disregard of school rules," and sends each to their common rooms with a warning that she would make sure they were in their proper places in ten minutes -- "so don't dawdle, if you know what I mean."
They get to their rooms thirty minutes later, and as Filch deals out their punishments, neither can hide the grins on their faces.
...
"So what happened?"
Michael is grinning like an idiot, but he shrugs. "Not much."
Anthony raises an eyebrow. "'Not much?'" he repeats incredulously.
"Yeah. Not much." He looks at their faces and shrugs again. "I rambled and kind of yelled at her and failed at the whole asking-out thing..."
Anthony laughs and glances at Terry. "You owe me three sickles, mate. I told you he couldn't do it --"
"...But then I guess she found that hot or something, because she ended up snogging me and now we have a date for next Tuesday."
Terry and Anthony sit in stunned silence.
"So, let me get this straight," Terry says, "You failed... and got the girl anyway?"
Michael grins. "Pretty much," he replies, and walks out of the room.
Terry lets out a low whistle. "Man. Some blokes get all the luck."
Anthony shakes his head and nudges Terry. "Yeah, but Michael sucks at about everything else. It's about time he got something."
It's silent for a moment, and then Terry turns to Anthony. "I bet you three sickles they don't make it past Tuesday."
"You're on!"