Ron's eyes flickered down to her mouth, and suddenly it was very hard not to think about being pressed up close against her on the couch, sitting in the warmth of the fire and steadfastly ignoring horcrux research. It did nothing to ease the oddly wobbly feeling that seemed to have overtaken him. The truth of it was, he didn't really care how royally Dumbledore had screwed them over, if he had at all. He'd given Ron a way to come back; and now that he had, everything else seemed ... secondary. It might not seem that way in the morning, but in the moment, he was simply pleased to be here - with her.
He leaned closer to her, letting his forehead rest against hers. It was strange how coming back had been such a relief.