One Bite (Blairon)

Unspeakable Acts

As the trio left the library that evening, they happened to walk out the same time as Draco and Pansy.
Ron, remembering what Blaise had asked him confronted the two nervously. "Um, I-" He said. "Spit it out Weasle!" Draco sneered. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said what I did, and I have a message." Ron said. Pansy and Draco furrowed their eyebrows and Ron took this as a sign to carry on.
"Zabini told me to tell you he's OK." He said before turning back to catch up with Harry and Hermione, trying his best not to look back.

. . . . . . . . . . . .

"A-ah, R-Ron. Mmm, faster!"

Ron bolted up from his bed, hot sweat falling from his forehead, his eyes wide, his lips dry, his heart beating fast and his body shaking. "Bloody hell." He muttured. Did he just have a dirty dream? His upper gum was throbbing painfully and he was feeling very hot. The thing that urked Ron the most was that he didn't have a face to put to the voice in his dream, even though it was annoyingly familiar. "I need a cold shower." He said and got out of bed, immediately sitting back down when he realized his pyjama pants were tight. "The fuck," He sighed. "You OK?" Asked Harry who had just come back from the shower. "Yeah, yeah- did I say anything last night, in my sleep I mean?" Ron asked his best friend. Harry thought for a moment and replied by pursing his lips and shaking his head. Ron let out an undetected sigh before Harry spoke again. "Why, did you have another dream?" He asked, taking a seat in Ron's bed. "No, no. I didn't." Ron replied shortly, looking out the window to see that the rain was still pouring. "You should probably go shower mate, we have McGonagall this morning." Harry said pating the red-head on the shoulder before changing. Ron swallowed hard before standing up, making sure he wasn't facing Harry. He grabbed his things before sprinting into the bathroom and locking the door.

After ten minutes in a cold shower, his problem 'down under' was fixed and his gum had stopped throbbing but he was still shaking slightly. After combing his hair and stuff, he put his uniform on quickly before running towards the Great Hall where he was sure Harry and Hermione were. Prior to his words, the two of them smiled eagerly as he entered and took a seat in between them. They talked and laughed the whole of breakfast and it was soon time for Transfiguration.
The three of them got up and started walking to McGonagall's classroom. When they got there, they saw the rest of the 8th years waiting outside the door for McGonagall to let them in and they joined the que, right behind the Slytherin Trio. Blaise glanced back and flinched. Not because he hated the Gryffindor Trio, no, it was because Ron's tie was all wonky and he hadn't bothered to fix it. Blaise, nonchalantly started biting his lower lip while tapping vigorously on the quill that was in his hand. "OK, what's annoying you now?" Pansy asked, noticing the habit that her friend commonly did when he was annoyed. "Weasley's tie." He muttered, still tapping the quill. "Don't, we said that after yesterday we wouldn't engage with the Gryffindors. Don't break that promi-nevermind then!" It was to late though for the darker Slytherin had already turned around and had started fixing Ron's (who was flushing darkly) tie. "What in the bloody hell are you doing?!" Ron hissed. Hermione and Harry just stood there in awe. "Fixing." Blaise said, not looking up from his work. But, it was not until Blaise had finished and had looked up at Ron, did they notice how close they were. Both of their expressions where different. Blaise was furrowing his eyebrows as if trying to calculate something very difficult and Ron had his lips slightly parted, staring at Blaise with one eye squinted. Blaise swore he saw Ron's eyes flash red for a second but they were interrupted by the door that had burst open to reveal McGonagall ushering students in. "Let's go, Blaise." Draco said, grabbing his best friends arm and dragging him into the class.
For the remainder of the lesson, Blaise's eyes remained furrowed, expression baffled. Ron on the other hand couldn't for the life of him get the heavenly scent that he had become quit accustomed to out of his nose and he kept sneaking nervous glances at the Slytherin, only to see him glaring daggers into the back of his head already. Whilst they were practicing their spells however, Ron's gum started to pickle with pain again, just like that morning, except less painful. When the lesson was over, he tried his best to get away from the addicting smell. "What do you guys have now?" Harry asked, taking out his timetable. " I have a free." Ron replied, nervously glancing around.
"I have Muggle Studies." Hermione sighed. Ron snorted a bit. "Ugh, I've got extra Potions." Harry groaned, which made Ron laugh even more.
"What's so funny?!" Harry snapped.
"You do know that Malfoy teaches extra Potions right. Snape doesn't have time for idiots." Ron chuckled and Harry through him a sharp glare.
"Why Malfoy?" He asked, flushing a bit. "He's the best student at Potions in Hogwarts." Hermione answered. Ron and Harry both looked at her weirdly. She really does know everything.
"Well, good luck mate, bye guys!" Ron called as he walked away, waving at his friends. Quite chuffed at the fact that his Potion skills had gotten better over the summer, so he didn't have to take extra lessons. Especially with Malfoy, the gi- "Zabini!"
Ron had just pumped square into the boy's chest and had staggered back a bit, clutching the wall for support.
"Weasley." Blaise said back, looking down into Ron's eyes. Ron gulped, but it felt as if the weird feeling in his stomach had moved to his throat and had gotten caught in his Adam's Apple, he couldn't speak. "Could you move?" Blaise snapped, breaking Ron from his thoughts. "I thought you were going to move?" Ron said back.
"No, I wasn't. Can you not walk, Weasley?!" Blaise frowned rudely, trying not to pay attention to the burning sensation in his chest. "No, I think I'll just stand right here."Ron smirked, crossing his arms. Blaise squinted at Ron before rubbing the bridge if his nose. Just as he was about to give in and walk away from the foolish argument, Neville came running past. He was gone as quick as he had come, shouting a quick "SORRY!" for nocking Blaise over as he did so. Blaise tried to used his other foot to stop him but it just made matters worse and he fell over, onto Ron who was watching in awe. Blaise had put his hands up before he hit Ron's chest but they were still an inch or so away from each other. Their breaths tickling each other's faces. But neither of the boys said anything. They just lay in the position, thank Merlin the corridor was deserted. Ron had had experience being this close to Blaise before, on the rooftop the day before and just before Transfiguration. Except this time he couldn't tear his eyes away from Blaise slightly parted, full lips.

Kiss

No

Kiss

No

Kiss!

Getting fed up with the annoying voice ringing in his ears, Ron reached up and kissed the Slytherin. The kiss was chaste and didn't last very long, Ron being the first to pull back. He blinked repeatedly at Blaise before pushing him off and making a run for it. 'WHY DID I DO-' But before he could finish the mental scream of anger at himself, he was pushed up against the wall and kissed again. He melted into the kiss and nonchalantly snaked his hands on Zabini's waste, pulling him closer. Sparks shot up Ron's spine, his stomach felt weird and he thought his legs might've given in if it wasn't for the fact that he was the one being pushed up against the wall. Zabini pulled back first, both boys panting, Ron's lips swollen and red.
"Wha-I-You-Um." Ron was unable to speak. The kiss had been the best one he had ever received and he felt as though he were about to faint. Blaise just looked at him, unspeaking. "I-I'm sorry." He said silently. "Let's pretend it never happened, ok?" He asked the Gryffindor. Ron only nodded in reply and they fell out of each other's embrace. Ron's gum was pricking again more harshly now and he licked his lips.

"By Godrick today has been weird."

That night, they were in the library and Ron still hadn't told the two about his little 'accident' with Zabini. He was deep in thought as well, remembering how Blaise's lips felt against his, how Blaise's hands tussled Ron's hair, how-"Ron? I think I may have found something." Hermione grinned. Harry and Ron turned to her for information. "Did the chanting sound anything like this?" She asked and she started reading the words on the page, the same words Ron had heard the lady chant. "Yeah! That's it! Hermione you're brilliant!" Ron cheered, getting a sharp glare from Madam Pince. "Hold on, it seems there's another half to the prophecy." Harry said, taking the book from Hermione's grasp. "What does it say?" Hermione and Ron asked together. Harry looked at the page harder and looked up with a look of slight confusion. "It doesn't say anything, it's an old book. The book worms must have gotten to it or something." He sighed, showing the two the torn page. "Wait, there's a word. It seems to be the only one that hadn't been torn off." Hermione pointed out, pointing at a bit on the page. "What does it say?" Ron asked, craning his neck for a better view. "Gigante-" Harry replied. Hermione paged through the Latin to English Dictionary and looked completely baffled at the the definition of the word. "Well, what does it mean?" Ron urged.

"Giant~"