Simon

His words sent shivers down my spine as I tried to comprehend what he said. 'Only thing straight about me is my hair'… Oh my god. Baz is gay. But why would he tell me that..? I thought about this for a moment, (it wasn't everyday your evil roommate verifies his sexuality), before realisation hit me like a fucking truck. But... I had no explanation for what happened next. My lips curled up into a naughty smile and my arm wrapped around his neck; toying with his ebony hair as it slipped through my fingers. Baz's expression was the best thing I had ever seen on his pale, haunted face. He looked scared, like I had something of his and he really didn't want me to break it, but there was something else etched into him I had never noticed before. It was want and it was longing. "I want! I want! I want!", his eyes screamed the words over and over until I figured it out. I want it too.

I whispered something then, and it must of been good, because Baz flushed a beautiful shade of pink. My blood thrummed with too much excitement to concentrate on whatever came out of my mouth, and my mind consisted of three words on repeat. "I. Want. Baz." My free hand found Baz's now lightly tinted cheek and I pressed my lips against his. And then everything exploded.

His fingers flew to my curls, tugging and pulling them as if that was all he ever wanted to do. His cool lips pushed roughly against mine and I couldn't stop. It was electric. One of his arms snaked around my waist, dragging me away from the wall I was backed into, until I was completely pressed against him instead. I jutted my chin forward, my mouth fighting his annoyingly soft and smooth lips. It's always fighting with us. Why would this be any different? Then I told myself to shut the bloody hell up and focus on the fact that Baz's tongue was sliding between my parted lips.

Baz tasted like smoke and mint and… was that chocolate? That arse got into my stash of Aero mint bars again! But then he tilted his head, deepening the kiss, and his taste flooded my mind. Who cares, he can eat as many as he wants if he's going to taste like a fucking chocolate bar! I dropped one of my arms and decided to wrap it around Baz's slender waist. Baz was all long limbs and sharp edges. I loved it.

Somewhere, in the back of my mind, a sound was registered. I thought I heard someone open the door and clear their throat, but I was much too busy to care. Then I heard her, because one does not simply ignore Penelope Bunce.

"HEY SIMON, WHATCHA DOING THERE?"

Baz

As soon as Bunce made herself known, Simon ripped himself away from me so fast I'm not sure he didn't use magic. It hurt a little, honestly, that he felt like getting away from me was the solution to our current issue. Which is all Bunce's fault. I whipped around, a snarling look on my face and a low growl in my throat. (No, growling isn't beneath me. I mean, I can't help that Snow's little sounds are always being replayed in my mind whenever I'm feeling weak. Which is always.) I start to speak, words being shot like bullets, because she just ruined my first kiss with Simon bloody Snow. Simon Snow. I am going to kill her.

But then she slowly turned towards me, her face a mask of confusion and focus, like she's trying to decipher the meaning of an old, philosophical spell, and her cat-eye glasses glinted dangerously in the low afternoon sun. She glared at me with eyes that practically screamed the words "Shut. Up. If. You. Want. To. Not. Die." I automatically shut my mouth, and swallowed rather roughly as my hands loosened my suddenly constricting tie. Me? Afraid of Penelope Bunce? Never! … Oh, who was I kidding? Penelope Bunce was terrifying. Snow also started to speak, sputtering out incoherent sentences like a child learning to talk, until Bunce's steely gaze made him fall silent.

She took turns staring Snow and I down; banishing every thought to move or to speak without her permission. She was trying so hard to figure us both out it was almost comical. But I didn't dare laugh. Her bright red curls bounced wildly as she looked at us, the floor, the ceiling, the wall, and back again. The determination in her piercing eyes was scary. I don't think I'd ever seen her like this before. She was so… intimidating. And then she did the strangest thing. She started laughing.

Her laugh slashed through the tension strung out all over the room, and Snow and I exchanged nervous glances. Tears started to roll from her squeezed shut eyes as she clutched her stomach and gasped for air. She started wheezing, and I bet I had an absolutely baffled look on my face. I didn't know what to think. She tried to collect herself, but she ended up dissolving into a fit of giggles and I rolled my eyes. I think I've got her all figured out until I don't. Merlin, what is she losing her bloody mind over?

She slowly calms down, a few little laughs still slipping out of her mouth, and turns her glittering eyes towards Snow. She has nothing but dangerous intelligence and mischief written across her face. Fuck.

Penny

My mind races as I tried to figure out the two hopeless idiots in front of me. After efficiently shutting both of them up, I now have the time to properly think about why Simon was snogging the bloody hell out of Baz. Obviously there's something between them that wasn't there before… or was there? I shifted my gaze ever so often, going from Simon, to Baz, and then various places around the room just to keep them on their toes. I had to solve this. Simon is my number one priority, and it's my job as his best friend to figure out these kind of things. I don't even think he knows what's going on, (but that doesn't surprise me, Simon rarely knows was going on, and even less when it concerns him.) I love that boy to pieces, but he can be such a bloody idiot sometimes!

Baz turns his head a bit, and I follow his gaze to see him looking intently at Simon. Simon has his eyes glued to the floor, (oblivious as usual), and his face and neck are a bit flushed… Oh Merlin and Morgana, what have I gotten myself into? These boys will be the death of me, I guarantee it. A smile slowly spread across my face as the situation became clearer and clearer. The pieces clicked and I started to laugh. Their reactions made me laugh even harder. I could feel the tension melt away and I think Simon even started to smile. I tried to calm down, my stomach ached and I could feel wet tears slide down my face, but giggles still escaped me. Basilton rolled his eyes, and I decided I would deal with him later. Simon needed my help... but who's to say I couldn't embarrass him in the process?

Simon

I had ripped myself away from Baz's strong embrace and I felt ultimately colder without his arms around me. Penny silenced his angry retorts and my lame excuses with a wicked glare. She was deep in thought, her questioning gaze going back and forth between the two of us as I sat quietly on my bed and waited for the tension to slowly kill me. I stared at the floor as if it had all the answers I was so desperate for, and when it didn't, I glanced up to see Baz's stormy grey eyes boring into mine. I quickly looked back to the ground and felt myself flush bright red. Dammit Penny! Things were just fine, more than fine actually, before you came in! All of a sudden, my head jerked up to see Penny clutching her stomach as contagious laughs bubbled from her lips. I couldn't help but smile, especially when Penny tried to calm down and instead dissolved into a peal of giggles. Her curls bounced wildly as she shook her head and wiped away a couple tears, her breath a little ragged from laughing so much. Unfortunately, the smile was wiped from my face when she raised her all-knowing eyes and an impish smile played upon her lips.

"Oh my dear Simon, what am I going to do with you?"

"What do you mean Penny," I ask cautiously, not knowing what direction this conversation might go in.

"I've figured you out Simon Snow, and it's so funny that you haven't!"

"Figured out what?"

"Why you're so obsessed with Baz! You don't want to kill him and you most certainly don't hate him, you like him." Penny responded, rather matter-of-factly. That's when I started choking on my own spit and she whacked me on the back a couple times before continuing.

"It explains why you followed him around all of fifth year and why you talk about him nonstop. It's why you were so worried and paranoid when he was gone at the beginning of the this year and how relieved you were when he came back. And it's why you describe his eyes like a fucking 18th century poet, Merlin Simon, how did you not know?"

Baz snickers and is overall looking very smug, until Penny turns around, fast as lightning, and shouts at him, "Oh no lover boy, I don't think so!" She marches over to him and presses a finger accusingly against his chest. "You think you're so subtle Basilton, when you stare at Simon with hearts for eyes from across the dining hall every day like a fucking cartoon! You think you can play it off by checking out Agatha, but you can't. I see right through your tough, scary exterior and do you know what's behind it?"

We're both too scared to answer.

"It's nothing but sappy desire for Simon to snog you senseless because of your huge, puppy dog crush on him! Bloody hell Baz, how stupid do you take me for?"

Baz opens his mouth, probably to make a snide remark, but Penny cuts him off. "Don't answer that. What I want to know is how this-" she gestures to Baz and I, "whole snogging thing started. Would someone care to explain?"

Baz

Well, fuck. Bunce really has me in a box here. After her detailed rant about me and my (very accurate) feelings toward Simon, I feel rather… empty. Loose. It feels good to have everything out in the open, and it wasn't even me that got it there. And it looks like things aren't as one-sided as I thought. But now, Bunce has the audacity to ask how this whole terrible wonderful mess happened. Snow and I didn't say a word.

"I'm not leaving until someone tells me," Penny smirked, her voice confident, as if she knows she's already won. This is Penelope Bunce we're dealing with. She won the second she stepped into the room. I decided to try and keep the small shred of dignity I still possessed, so I let Snow start talking. He stumbled over his words, trying to tell the story of last night in a way that would make sense. He began to stutter and it got hard to understand him when he tried to explain what he said to me after my shower, so I took it from there. I flashed Snow a sneaky grin as I proudly told Bunce his exact words. She just laughed and told Simon that the next time he felt like barging in on my shower to see me naked, he should check with her first. He looked so embarrassed. His cheeks were painted a deep red and his curls were falling in front of his wide eyes. It was pretty adorable. Merlin, when does Simon not look adorable? Fuck I'm hopeless.

By the time we've gotten Bunce all caught up, she's looking at Simon and I like we are this wondrous secret she gets all to herself. Bunce asked us if we're 'together' now but I honestly didn't know how to answer that. I looked at Snow to see his response, but he just gave me a dopey that was too big for his face.

"Hey Penny, you can leave now." Simon said while still looking at me. His lips have curled up into a mischievous smile and his eyes are extremely suggestive. Crowley…

Penny

Merlin and Morgana am I glad I walked into Simon and Baz's room today! I don't think I've ever seen Simon blush that much… or Baz for that matter. Listening to Simon try and explain why he said Baz looked 'kinda hot' was probably the most hilarious moment of my life. I don't regret a single moment of it because these boys were more dramatic than a reality tv show.

"Hey Penny, you can leave now." Simon said while looking at Baz in a way that I never want to think about again.

"Sheesh Simon, I can take a hint," I remarked as I walked towards the door. Simon followed me and held the door open as I stepped out. But before the door could close, I popped my head back in and said to Simon, "Have fun seducing your vampire!"

"Nobody's seducing a vampire!" Simon protested, but the door is already shut.

I heard a muffled yell from Baz, "Yes you were Simon! What were you literally doing 5 seconds ago?"

"You called me Simon!"

"No I didn't!"

I heard more shouting until it abruptly stoped. Curiosity got the best of me and I tried to hear what was going on. All of a sudden, something is slammed into the door and a minute later I heard a low moan. Nope! Did not need to hear that! I made my way down the winding staircase and sighed. "Well boys, carry on then."