Song- Broken

"You okay?"

The soft-spoken words startled Blaise out of staring blankly at the mirror. He turned to face the redhead leaning up against his doorframe.

"Yeah," Blaise responded on instinct.

Ron laughed softly, taking a step forward. "There you go, giving me the automatic answer again."

Blaise sighed, turning to face the mirror again.

Ron moved forward and sat on the edge of his bed. "What's going on?"

"It's just a lot at once, you know? Harry and Draco are jumping in with blind faith, Hermione and Pansy think everything will end up fine in the end, but you and me aren't in love, and we're getting married tomorrow. And sure, you might be cute and I'll admit to being a bit attracted to you, but not enough to constitute marriage. I just wish things could happen on my own terms, for once."

Ron studied him for a long moment, before speaking.

"Do you like your hair?"

Blaise frowned. "What?"

"Do you like your hair?"

"Yeah, of cour-"  Blaise was cut off by the raised eyebrow Ron gave him.

"You're doing it again."

"No, I don't. It's short, but shoulder-length isn't short enough. I look like a girl."

Ron nodded, and they had another moment of silence.

"Sit down in your chair."

"Why?"

"Do you trust me?"

Blaise considered this. Did he trust Ron? The boy had saved him from suicide, smiled and joked with him, kissed his cheek. They were getting married tomorrow, for fuck's sake.

"Yes," he decided. Ron's smile told him he had made the right choice. He sat down in the chair by his desk.

Ron grabbed a sheet, and laid it on the floor around the chair. He took another sheet and carefully tied it around Blaise's neck, making sure it wasn't too tight. Then he walked to the desk and picked up a pair of scissors, holding them up so Blaise could see.

"Do you still trust me?"

Blaise didn't need to think this time. "Yes."

Ron smiled once more, and carefully trimmed off small portions of his hair.

Blaise watched Ron as he worked. His blue eyes were focused solely on the task at hand, but occasionally met Blaise's. He cut Blaise's hair for what seemed like forever in an attempt to make it perfect.

"I think I'm done," he murmured.

Blaise untied the blanket and stood, walking to his mirror and studying his new hair.

It was short, so much shorter than before. The curls were tight and small, staying close to his head.

He looked like a boy.

"Thank you," he breathed, turning around and hugging Ron tightly.

Ron made a soft noise of surprise, before hugging him back. "Of course, Blaise."

Blaise pulled away slowly, eyes meeting Ron's.

Ron gave him a soft smile, running his fingers carefully through Blaise's newly shortened hair.

Blaise truly believed in this moment that, given enough time, he could fall in love with Ron Weasley.

Ron's eyes were enchanting, captured by Blaise's, impossibly warm and soft.

"Are you going to kiss me?" Blaise whispered.

"Do you want me to kiss you?" Ron's eyes were wide, vulnerable.

"More than anything," Blaise breathed, and then Ron leaned forward and did so.

There were no fireworks, no explosions, the world wasn't tilting on its axis, but it was beautiful. It was soft and pure and sweet and unsure and terrified about what it could mean for them.

Ron pulled away slowly, a small smile om his face.

"Was that ok?" he murmured.

"That was more than okay."

Ron relaxed, and smiled a little more. "Does this mean you're not going to leave me at the altar?"

Blaise put a hand on his heart and fake gasped. "I can't believe you would accuse me of doing such a thing!"

Ron laughed softly. "You're an idiot."

"I'm your idiot," Blaise singsonged, falling backwards against him dramatically. Ron caught him easily, still laughing.

"I guess that means you're stuck with me," Ron replied.

"I wouldn't rather be anywhere else."