Cooties
A short fic by anime_angel2000
D/C: I do not own any mentioned characters or chess.  Thank you.
A/N: It was late.  It is still late.  Dammit, don't you think once you passed midnight, it would get earlier?  Oh well, see if you can guess the narrator!
 
        Oh, the things you think about during a boring lesson.  I have no other purpose today but to daydream.  And, oh, the topics I can go over!
 
      She kissed me yesterday.  I guess it wouldn’t have been so bad, except...  well, I guess, to say it short, I’m still trying to get over the whole girls have cooties thing.  About 15, you start wondering about this.  Do they really have cooties?  Could the evil, demonic girls that used to hit us incessantly with their dolls now actually be batting their eyes at us, following us in halls, and giggling about us behind our backs?  Maybe when they turn 14, they suddenly lose the disease that turns them into kaijuu?  And if so, when do boys shake cooties?  When can you tell?  Is it when a girl kisses you that you realize that you no longer have cooties?  I remember how Hermione snapped at me when she reminded me that she was a girl.

        Ha!  Like I could ever forget it?  Every second, for possibly longer than I’ve even known her, I’ve longed for her touch, prayed that she would look at me with those innocent, beautiful eyes with the gaze she saved only for Viktor Krum.  I don’t really think that she would have been too happy, though, if I just went up and told her that I wouldn’t let her see him because I loved her.  Maybe it would have made a difference, at least.

         But then, just as  I start thinking about this whole cootie thing, she works up the nerve to haul off and kiss me.  And right in the middle of a chess game!  If I were a romantic sod I might think it sweet, what with the snow falling outside the window, and the warm fire being the only source of light.  Being the insensitive teenage boy that I am, however, I was just glad no one was there to tease me later.

        Though maybe it was a good thing, after all.  I could challenge her to another game of chess.  After all, if she does have cooties, maybe they’re not such a bad thing to catch, after all.