Ron was staring at the canopy of his four-poster in shock, all the curtains pulled shut. He didn't quite comprehend what he had just seen. It had put his brain on a temporary lock-down. There was a greater chance of the Chudley Cannons winning the League Championships than there was of him understanding the scene that kept playing through his head.

It scared him.

That sort of thing just didn't happen.

Not to anyone he knew, anyway.

"Ron?" came a voice from outside the curtains. "Do you want to talk?"

Hermione was probably the only person who could talk him through this. Harry would be his first choice, but he was the issue.

"Yeah."

Hermione opened the curtains and sat on his bed. Ron still hadn't stopped staring at the canopy. The monotony was the only thing keeping him sane. Hermione sighed as she realized this would be hard. Harder than any test she would ever have to take. "Harry said you might need someone to talk to and wouldn't want it to be him."

This got Ron to wake up. He jerked Hermione across him off the edge of the bed, slammed the curtains shut and cast Muffliato to block the sound of what they would be saying. "I bloody hell don't want it to be him! What the bloody hell was he thinking? I turned a corner, saw Harry with Malfoy right in his face and thought I would have to hex him. But then…then…then… I can't even say it!"

With that, Ron flipped onto his stomach and grabbed his pillow. He pummeled it and then grunted moodily while settling down. Hermione sat next to him and rubbed small circles on his back. "You can say it. It's okay. I won't tell; you know I won't." Ron buried his head in his pillow and shook it. "Come on. You'll feel better."

Ron took a deep breath and lifted his head. "Malfoy…kissed him. Kissed him!" Ron rolled over to look at Hermione. "Since when is Malfoy a pouf? And why did Harry let him?"

Hermione sighed again and began to explain in the tone she often used when teaching him a new spell. "I don't know how long Malfoy has been gay. But Harry let slip to me a few weeks back that he had a crush on a boy."

"And where was I when he said this?!"

"Two arm lengths away, snogging the life out of Lavender."

Ron showed a small, sheepish grin. "Sorry. Go on."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Anyway, I pulled him back up here and bugged him until he spilled the beans that he liked Malfoy. I saw them on the Map leaving the Library, so I grabbed the Invisibility Cloak-"

"Wait," Ron interrupted. "You took the Map and the Cloak? You who never wants to break the rules used the two most important tools for our night missions?"

"Let me get to the point, Ronald!"

"Sorry!"

"So, I grabbed the Cloak, caught up to them around the top of a set of stairs, set off a Trip Jinx, and they fell on top of each other at the bottom. When they walked away, they were holding hands."

Ron stared with an open mouth. "YOU got them together!? You're the reason Harry is snogging boys in the middle of corridors!?"

"I quite hope they're not in the middle of the corridor. I think they have a little more sense and decorum than that, unlike some people I could mention."

"You're missing the point! Harry does not snog boys!"

"Yes, he does. And you can either accept it or lose him as a friend. You decide." And with that, Hermione opened the curtains and left the boys dorm, letting Ron make the decision himself.