The Houses Competition, Round 3- Out of the Comfort Zone

House: Ravenclaw

Class: Divination

Category: Drabble (For Fun)

Prompts Chosen: [Pairing] Blaise Zabini/Ron Weasley

Stacked with: THC; MC4A (FR, War; ER; StL; T3)

Individual Challenge(s): Reader; In a Flash; Bucket Listing; Fuzzy Socks; Zed Era; Feeding; Tossed Chum; Ethnic & Present; Jock MC; Bi Bi Bi; Booger Breath; Setting Sail; Magical; Hogwarts MC

Representation(s): Deaf Seamus Finnegan/Dean Thomas; Fluff

Primary & Secondary Bonus Challenge(s): Brooms Only; Bandstand; Unicorn; Second Verse (Found Family; Zucchini Bread); Chorus (Fizzy Lemonade; Delicious Lie; Tomorrow's Shade)

Tertiary & Generic Bonus Challenge(s): FR (Affirmation; Evolution; Satisfaction); LiCK (Narcissus); T3 (Terse); Link (Anchor)

Word Count: 720

Warnings/Trigger Warnings: None

Disclaimer/Author's Note: None

Beta: None. All mistakes are entirely my fault.

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Ron had stolen his brother's chair and was hunched over as he watched the party guests occupy the dance floor, most of them coupled up.

"You know, I'm a bit tired of being in the wedding party but never as the groom," a voice interrupted.

Ron looked up to see Blaise Zabini taking a seat next to him. Both of them had ditched their outer dress robes and were now wearing just lighter formal clothing. Blasie's white button down and gray slacks looked so handsome on his dark skin, something Ron could never pull off well with his pasty skin and ginger hair. He was a bit jealous.

"Harry and Luna, then Ginny and Astoria. Now Hermione and Draco." Ron ticked them all off. "At least we're starting to run out of people to marry off."

Blaise chuckled. "Does that make it better? Just means we'll be the only single blokes."

"You've got a point," Ron sighed. Formal events were a bore anyway, but it was worse when they were always to honor someone else.

"Also means we won't be able to cause any problems anymore," Blaise laughed harder.

This brought a smile to Ron's face. "Like when we almost set Gin's entire floral order on fire?"

Blaise laughed so hard, he gathered the attention of some nearby dancers. "I have never seen Tori so angry. I thought she was going to hex us into oblivion." Then he added, "which was better or worse than when we knocked over Harry and Luna's cake mid-nerf gun battle?"

In a move he would not have made fully sober, Ron shushed him with a hand over his mouth. "They don't know about that! We were able to fix it."

He laughed. "Did you just lick me?" He pulled his hand away, looking for any signs that the feel of Blaise's tongue hadn't been his imagination.

Blaise hummed. "What I wanted to do that day we were both covered in frosting. Before we cleaned it up the civil way."

Ron could feel heat in his cheeks. "Wait, what?"

Blaise leaned in closer to him. "What if… what if the next wedding is ours?"

"No. I just remembered; Neville and Pansy. They're engaged."

Blaise sat back with a groan. "Weasley! I don't care about who is getting married next. I'm trying to say... If I'm eventually a groom, I want it to be you at the altar."

Ron sighed. "While that's charming, Zabini, you're way above my league. And I know it. You're a handsome, rich, and famous Quidditch player. And I'm just the poor, wannabe sports reporter writing ab-"

Blaise leaned over and cut him off with a kiss. "I don't care about that. The only reputation I care about is yours towards me. And I've wanted to do that for ages now."

Ron kissed him back. "Me too. But I didn't think…"

Blaise laughed. "Weasley, you don't think well with your head. You let your heart and your insecurities do all the thinking. Leave the thinking to me."

They kissed again, pulling apart quickly when they heard someone catcalling. It was Ginny. "About time you two idiots made a move. I was about to plan an intervention. Perhaps an only-one-bed situation on a holiday."

Harry came up behind them as well. "Guess you don't need to plan that holiday after all, Gin," he grinned.

"Oh no, I disagree. Now we have an even better reason to go on holiday. A room for every couple. Including one for the idiots in love."

"Better include a cake for them to knock over," Harry chuckled, patting a gaping-mouthed Ron on the back. "You're not as sneaky as you think you are, mate."

He turned to walk away, pulling Ginny along with him. Ron and Blaise were alone again.

Blaise stood and turned to face Ron. "May I have this dance, Ronald?" he asked, offering his hand out to the redhead in front of him.

"I have two left feet," Ron tried to protest.

"Lucky for you, I'm classically trained. Come on, I'll teach you."

Ron glanced up at him and after a few seconds hesitation, took Blaise's hand.

"Maybe after, we can share a slice of cake and you can lick the frosting off my lips when we're through."

Blaise grinned. "It would be my pleasure."