Ron shifted on the couch again, trying to find the best spot. The conversation ran back through his mind, and he searched for some deeper meaning in it somewhere, but there was nothing. Maybe Harry hadn't been trying to say anything after all. Late nights on the couch weren't always serious affairs.
He still couldn't believe he'd brought up dreaming about Hermione. Bloody hell. But the thought did remind him of something he did want to bring up.
"Did you get something for Hermione for her birthday?"