"Hey, Harry"
"Mm?"
"What do you think it feels like?"
Harry squirmed in his bed and turned to face Ron. The dim light of the candle only managed to show half of his profile, but Harry could still make out Ron's worried features. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, the lighter that Dumbledore gave him resting on his lap.
"What on earth are you talking about?". Harry sat up to get a better look of Ron. His eyes had bags underneath them and he was growing a bit of stubble.
Ron looked over his left shoulder, checking that Hermione was still guarding outside before answering "Y'know… love"
Harry repressed a chuckle "Oh, I think you know, Ron", he said, before plopping on the bed again.
"Yeah…" he heard Ron whisper, before plopping on his own bed.
It didn't take too long before the snoring began.