"Harry?"

"Mmmphhph."

"Harry, are you awake? Harry?"

"Snnnphlaphla...mmpherk."

"Harry. Harry! Wake up. I have to talk to you."

"...Ron? What time is it?"

"Uh...two, maybe? I don't know. Wake up! It's important."

"Fine. I'm awake. You know you look cute when you're all worried. Wait. Why are you all worried?"

"Because I know we can't hide like this forever and I'm afraid of what will happen when we're revealed. You're famous! The Daily Prophet...damn. My mother! Oh God, Harry, my mother! She's going to kill me!"

"Ron, stop being so melodramatic and quiet down or you'll wake Seamus, Dean, and Neville. If you hadn't noticed, you're currently in my bed, which certainly will reveal something between us. Your mum? She'll probably knit you a maroon sweater with 'RW plus HP' on it."

"Hmph."

"Oh, don't be like that. Here. Let me remind you why it's worth getting found out, if it comes to that."

"Hey! Stop that...stop...that. Oh. Oh! All right, don't stop that. Mmm."

"Your ear is such a weak spot. I like that freckle right there."

"Which one? If you hadn't noticed, I have about two hundred freckles on that ear alone. Why did you stop?"

"You asked me to."

"Harry Potter, you're such a prat. Stop grinning like that! I swear you'll get yours one of these days."

"You say that like it's a bad thing."

"Mmm. Harry! Get off my neck and get back to the matter at hand."

"Which hand? This one?"

"Oh God."

"Fine, we'll talk. Honestly, Ron, I don't care what people think of me anymore."

"You stopped again."

"Hush up. As I was saying, there might have been a time when I worried about what everyone thought of me, but too much has happened. I'm The Daily Prophet's Golden Boy right now, anyway. Last year, they probably would have blamed this on my obvious mental imbalance. This year? I believe they'll be able to see how devastatingly handsome you are and nod and understand perfectly how I need you naked in my bed each night."

"I love your eyes, you know."

"Look at this one! I try to assure him that things will be fine and he just stares at my eyes! Well, I love your eyes, too. Among other things..."

"Back to the matter at hand, are we? Ooh. Well, I have hands, too, you know."

"Oh God!"

"It's Ron. Try it. 'Oh Ron!'"

"Oh Ron!"

"Better."

"Mmm."

"Do you really think everyone will accept what's happening between us?"

"If they don't, fuck them. Well, not...ooh...literally. Kiss me."

"Mmmpphhll."

"It isn't polite to talk with your mouth full, Weasley."

"I think we should talk to Hermione tomorrow."

"All right. I honestly think she'll be accepting of us. She loves us both...just not in the same way we love each other."

"Are you saying you love me?"

"Yes. I've loved you since I was eleven years old. Only now, I'm in love with you."

"You've never said that before."

"Neither have you. In fact, you still haven't."

"What? Oh! Harry, I love you. You know I do. And I plan on keeping things that way for a very long time. You make me unbelievably happy and you always have. It's in a different way now, is all."

"A better way?"

"Much."

"Good. Can I go back to sleep now?"

"No. Not until to we come to a conclusion regarding the matter at hand."

"How about the matter at mouth?"

"That works, too. Oh!"