"Good," Ron said. He was tired, but at least that was settled. He'd feel a lot better at work tomorrow at least, and wouldn't be so distracted. And he'd probably sleep better anyway.
Crawling back under the covers, he moved closer to Hermione. "I love you," he said softly, or at least thought he did. He was pretty much exhausted, and as his head hit the pillow, his eyes closed on their own accord.