Frozen, I wait for one heart-stopping moment, and then another, panicked thoughts running through my mind. What is he's awake? How can I deny this? And just generally 'shit'! When he doesn't react, and I creep slowly towards my side of the room, cringing as one of the floorboards groans. I knew that it was a horrible idea to go back for another turn, but logic never sways the heart's desires.

I slither back into bed, heart pounding in my ears and lie down, wincing as the springs creak. I didn't even know that this bed had springs! I stare at the roof until my heart returns to its normal rhythms. He's rolled over and I stare at his face, imagining his eyes open, longing for mine. What am I thinking! He has a girlfriend and obviously hates me. No matter what I do, we will always have to hate each other, but I hoped that one day we wouldn't want to. The curtain flaps in the breeze and for a moment before I lose consciousness I see the rabbit he was carrying earlier flying out the bathroom window.

It's still pitch black when I wake, but Snow isn't in his bed. I sit bolt upright and as I do the smell hits me. Blood and Simon's magic when he goes off, not just a hint of smoke but a bloody fire! I jump out of bed and stare out the window, searching for him desperately. I don't see him but as I turn to leave, my eye catches on the base of the tower. There is a massive crater in the perfectly manicured lawn, and in the bottom Snow is rolling around trying to keep a fluffy white creature off of him. He looks as though he is losing, completely covered in blood and barely using his right arm.

I sprint downstairs and out the front door, every step seeming to take an age. It's only once I'm halfway around the building that I realise the back door would have been faster. When I get there, it's almost too late. Snow is unconscious and the rabbit is opening its mouth in preparation to bite his throat. I dive into the pit and pull the creature off of him, sinking my fangs into its jugular vein. It goes limp in my mouth, and I drop it, spitting its flavourless blood out. Its corpse turns to dust before my eyes, leaving a tarnished brass key.

I think about taking it and throwing a spanner in the works of Snow's plans, but I glance at him and my heart softens. I'm just tucking it into his pocket (yep, the school pyjamas have freaking pockets), the thought of kissing him again at the forefront of my mind when he wakes up.

"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing Baz?" he cries, "And where's the hare?"

I guess it does look bad, I've got my hand in the pocket of his trousers and my head was hovering over his face. "I think that 'thankyou' is what you mean, Snow." I reply coolly, "The hare, if that's what it is, it looked like a bunny to me, is dead."

"Who, I mean, how, no, what's wrong with you? Did you just save me? And what were you doing earlier?"

This takes me by surprise, I seriously thought that he was asleep. No matter, I don't let it ruffle my feathers. "It looked as though you needed help, so I decided that this once, and only once, I would help you. What do you mean earlier? Earlier I was asleep."

"No, earlier you were kissing me, and since when have you ever thought that I needed help and then actually helped me?"

Wait what! He knew I was kissing him and kissed back! This is a surprise, I thought that he was straighter than a bloody ruler. Never in my life had I actually been stupid enough to hope that he liked me, yet here we are. Rolling my eyes and struggling to keep the surprise from my face, I say "Did you not hear the whole once and only once thing? What do you mean kissing you? I went to bed and fell asleep."

"Baz, I know it was you, you stink of cedar and bergamot. No one else smells remotely of cedar or bergamot, let alone both. What the hell were you thinking?"

Good god, I hate my life. I toy with telling him, running through the pros and cons for the millionth time. I have just about convinced myself not to tell him when he speaks up again, slightly more hesitantly this time, if that is even possible. "Umm, Baz, are you, are you gay? Do you have, you know, feelings for me?"

Before I have thought this through, my mouth is speaking "Honestly, Simon, yes I am, and yes, I do. I can't help it, I wish I didn't, but I do. Please don't tell anyone, nobody else knows, not even Dev and Niall."

He looks slightly surprised, but then his astonishment turns to determined decision. "Umm, so, I kind of, maybe, slightly like you as well. Do you mind if we don't talk about it, though? It's on my list of things not to think about, so talking about it is kind of odd. Although, weirdly, the kissing was a lot less of a violation of that rule."

Well, that's a surprise. "Do you want to, you know, kiss, and then never talk about it again?" He goes on and I do, well, I kind of want to talk about it again, but the kiss is more tempting.

"Mm hmm," I confirm, shuffling towards him. We lean in and this time the kiss is the best yet. Who would have thought that when both parties in a kiss are fully awake and ready to participate, the result could be so pleasurable. We have to stop a couple of times so Snow can breathe- he's a mouth breather and hasn't worked out how to kiss and take in oxygen yet. As we are pulling away for the last time, our lips just slightly brushing against each other, sending shivers down our spines, The Mage clears his throat.