Ron's face softened at the utter exhaustion on his best friend's face and he almost reached out to pat Harry's back, but just settled on squeezing his shoulder as he guided the three of them to lie back down, sighing at how calm he actually was now, when he could practically hear his mum's voice voicing her disapproval over Hermione lying on the same bed as the two of them.
But, this was their moment, their one moment they could be themselves, in all their insecurities, uncertain futures and unconditional trust.
He turned on his side to face Hermione, not bothered in the least that Harry's face was just behind hers, as he touched her face softly.