Ron glances at the bed. He turns his gaze up to me; a half smile crosses his face.

"Well then…"

"Well…"

"I don't know how much… experience… you have."

"Er, I'm… rather more educated than I seem." A blush creeps up. "You?"

"There was once… with Lavender..."

"Oh." Silence.

"I love you, you know."

"Yes. I know, Ron."

His smile is real this time. I know he has never said this before, not to anyone.

We embrace, slowly descending atop the comforter. It begins.

"Happy Christmas, Ron," I whisper as he slides a cool thumb between my thighs.

"Happy Christmas."