Harry shook his head, face still pressed against Ron's chest. "Glad you did," he mumbled, wrapping his arms even tighter against Ron. "Love you so much. Never thought you'd love me though." He lifted his head and pressed his lips to Ron's again, pouring all the things he couldn't say just yet into the kiss. When he was breathless he pulled away again.
"Slow is good," he whispered, and let Ron lead him to the couch. It was surprising how natural it was to curl up with his head on Ron's shoulder. "But I don't want to sleep on the couch. Let's go to my room." He blushed as he said it, but he knew that Ron would take it slow, and there would only be sleeping tonight.