Oh, I loved this. I love how tender and beautiful they were with each other. And how clueless they were at first.
Harry woke up when the bed dipped. "Ron," he murmured. He attempted to roll over, but a strong warm body pressed against his back, and an arm with pale scars twisting through freckles draped across his waist.
A feeling of contentment washed over Harry. He sighed and melted into the embrace certain that this was all too surreal to be anything but a dream.