Harry pulled back, breathing harshly, and smiled up into Ron's face. "I love you too," he said, just as Ron pulled him back into a kiss. This one went more smoothly, with Ron leading the way. Harry found it incredibly easy to just relax in Ron's arm and let Ron take control.
Ron reversed their positions so he had Harry pressed against the wall, and it was the most natural thing in the world for Harry to wrap one leg around Ron's hips. He grasped Ron's shoulders for balance and lost himself to the feeling of kissing Ron.
He briefly wondered if he measured up to Ron's past lovers, but when Ron's hands pulled his hips closer he lost all coherent thought. All that mattered was the feeling of Ron's large hands cupping his ass.
"Ron, I love you," he moaned as Ron's lips latched onto his neck, sending delicious shivers down his spine. "That feels really good."