“You’re beautiful,” Ron said softly, staring at your moonlit skin. He was exhausted, and desperately needing to sleep.

But how could he? With you beside him, he was always distracted. He loved you so much, the simplest things had him up at night.

He shuffled closer underneath the bedsheets, his hand cupping your face.

“You’re my favorite person.” He whispered, the dopiest look on his face.

He leaned forward to gently press a kiss to your lips, his touch soft and tender as always.