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."