"Love you," Ron whispered. He paused for a moment just to catch his breath. He felt like he could get lost in this, lost in the sensation of just being with Harry. Trailing kisses along Harry's shoulder, he realized something - this had to be real. If it wasn't - if this was a one time thing, if Harry was going to change his mind or something, Ron needed to know right now before things went any further. Otherwise... he didn't think he'd be able to handle it.
Reluctantly, he pulled away and rested his forehead against Harry's. "This... is this real? Are we..." He exhaled. The closer he was to Harry, the less he was able to form coherent thoughts. "I want to be with you. Are we... can we be... together? Because... I just need to know that we're on the same page. That you want this." He buried his face in Harry's shoulder, unable to look at rejection in Harry's eyes.