Ron was already asleep, his arms tight around you, and his hair tickled your cheek as you tried to turn to face him. Slowly you pulled his arms away from you, your legs just barely over the edge of the bed before you were pulled back into Ron's chest. "Where're you goin?" He barely mumbled out, eyes not opening but lips tilting down in a frown. "I just have to use the bathroom, Ron, l'll be back in less than a minute if you can let me go." An airy chuckle escaped you as you got Ron's arms off you again. As you walked away, you hereftneville counting from the bed and by the time you got back, Ron's voice was barely a whisper as he got to 62. "You said less than a minute, you're late, baby."