YOUR MUSE WALKS IN ON MY MUSE NAKED
“Hey, Sam, a bunch of us were going to go down to the Lake to study. I know you’re not in the class, but it might be fun if you came with.” Mike knocked on the door to his own door, feeling impatient. Sam said he’d needed to go in for something, but the Beauxbatons boy was taking far too long for Mike’s taste doing whatever it was he needed to do.
Or maybe the sad truth was that Mike was just really starting to crave Sam’s company. In the short time that Sam had been here at Hogwarts, Mike had gone from not trusting him to being okay with him to looking forward to seeing him whenever he could. Tina warned him not to trust the best friend of the Beauxbaton’s champion, but Mike knew by now that Sam’s friendship wasn’t some plot. Sam was too good, too genuine.
Plus Mike had a weakness for cute boys, so that didn’t hurt.
It made him feel kind of guilty that he spent about half of their friendship staring at the French boy’s lips or wondering about what he might look like under his clothes, but Mike chalked it up to excess adrenaline from the Triwizard competition. Adrenaline makes people do weird things that they wouldn’t otherwise, right? It was just a little crush. It’d go away soon.
“Sam, are you okay?” Mike knocked again and, at hearing no response, started to worry. Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore and he burst the door open.
“Why….what…” Any question that Mike tried to stammer out couldn’t finish, because he was feasting his eyes to a naked Sam in his dorm. He couldn’t fathom why this had happened, but that was probably because he couldn’t think about anything except the hard planes of Sam’s body and how amazing it all looked.
His face must have been fifty shades of red and, after gaping probably far too long, Mike remembered himself and turned to face and speak to the wall. “Uh….what are you doing, Sam?” Even as he tried to sound disinterested, vague hope colored his voice and Mike knew this little crush had gone way too far.
