"So...how's it going?"

"Are you trying to be awkward?"

"No, it's called conversation. The silence was way more awkward than this."

"Whatever Weasel."

"Don't call me that!"

"Why not?"

"Because if you do, I'll call you Zabambi." Blaise sat in his bed, turning the lights back on.

"What does that even mean?"

"Well, Harry and Hermione showed me these things muggles watch, called movies. One of the muggles movies has this little baby deer named Bambi. I could show you if you want."

"Yeah, alright." Ron got up from his bed, and pulled the sheet off. He used his wand the smooth it out, then pin it to the wall.

"Um, I'm not really sure how we get the movie," Ron said, looking puzzled.

"Accio Bambi," Blaise tried. They waited a few minutes, but gave up when nothing happened. Blaise was about to try something else when something flew in through an open window and hit Ron in the side of the head.

"Ow," the ginger cried, cradling his head in his hands. Blaise picked up the thing that had hit him. It was a strange black box, with two white circles in the center. It was odd, and Blaise had never seen anything like it before. "Oh, I guess the accio did work."

"This," Blaise said, holding up the black box, "is the muggle movie?" Ron nodded, taking the box from him.

"Hermione said it was called a VCR or something. Now we need a projector." He went to his trunk, and pulled out something large and white that Blaise figured was the projector.

"Why do you keep a projector in your trunk?" Ron shrugged.

"I had some extra space that I just wanted to fill, so I grabbed the first thing I saw and shoved it in before we left." Blaise snorted, and helped the redhead set up the muggle thing.

As they were sitting down to watch the movie, Ron noticed a certain blond was nowhere to be seen. "Shouldn't Malfoy be back by now, it's kinda late?"

"No, I'm sure he's fine. Sometimes, especially during sixth year, he would leave and just spend all night wandering the castle. He's most likely up in the astronomy tower right now." Ron only nodded, and the two started the movie.

When it ended, both boys were struggling to keep their eyes open. "How'd you like it?" Ron yawned. Blaise didn't answer, merely dropped his head on the other's shoulder, and dozed off. Ron stared at Blaise in shock, before falling asleep himself, head casually resting on the Slytherin's.

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Blaise slowly opened his eyes, awaking from the best sleep he'd had in forever. Odd, he thought, since he had fallen asleep on the couch. Suddenly he felt wide awake, and he hastily tried to get up, knocking a certain redhead to the floor in the process. Blaise stared at the lump on the ground with wide eyes, his heart racing more than he'd care to admit.

Ron sat up with a groan, confused to why he was currently on the floor. He hadn't fallen out of the bed in ages, so why all the sudden. He hadn't even had a nightmare. Slowly, the events off last night came back to him, and he felt his face heat up. It was then that he noticed the other in the room, who was way to good-looking for his own good. Wait, what?

Both boys just stared at the other, Ron's face getting closer to the color of his hair by the second. It hadn't even been that big of a deal, they'd just watched a movie together, then fell asleep together, and...ok, so maybe it was a big deal, to them anyways.

Ron got up from the floor, and walked backwards towards the door. "I'm gonna...Harry...yeah," he said, before darting out. He really did go to Harry's though. "Harry, help me. I am having a sexual identity crisis!"

"Shush Ron, you'll wake Neville!"

"Huh?" He looked over to the sleeping boy, then at Harry. There were dark circles under his eyes, he looked as if he hadn't slept in weeks, which, he probably hadn't. "Oh, sorry. Harry, when was the last time you slept?"

"Never mind that. Now, what were you saying? Something about a sexual identity crisis?" Ron could practically hear the smirk in Harry's voice. "Who was it?"

"No fair. You didn't tell me, so I don't have to tell you."

"So if I tell you who I like, you'll tell me who you do?"

"What? I never said I liked them!" Harry rolled his eyes, which were red and bloodshot from the lack of sleep. "Harry, I really think you should get some sleep."

"Stop getting off topic. You'll tell me then?"

"Ugh, fine. Yes, I'll tell you. But your sworn to secrecy, got it?"

"Yes, as long as you don't tell anyone as well."

"My lips are sealed. Alright, it was...Blaise."

"Wow, I mean, I thought he might have had a thing for you, but this? Just...wow."

"Wait, what do you mean you thought he had a thing for me? I need answers, stat!" Harry laughed. "On second thought, I want answers as soon as you tell me who you fancy."

"Fine, it's Draco. Now can we start talking about you and Blaise again?" Knowing not to push it further, Ron nodded. "So, what happened?"

"Well, we were watching a muggle movie, long story, and then we kinda fell asleep on the couch when it was over. Then, I don't know, I just panicked and ran in here."

"How stupid of you. Now go back, tell him you like him, and then ask him to Hogsmeade or something."

"What, no!"

"Do it or I'll Imperius you, then make you." Ron grumbled something under his breath as he walked out. When he got back to his room, Blaise was walking in circles around the room, though he stopped when he saw Ron.

"Hey," Ron said.

"Hey," Blaise replied.

There were a few moments of awkward silence, before Ron just blurted out, "I like you." Blaise stopped breathing for a second, but he would never tell anyone that. Too un-Blaise of him.

"I fancy you as well." His voice came out a bit shaky, which he hated.

"Wanna go to Hogsmeade sometime?"

"Sure."

"Alright, Zabambi."

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