Somewhere close by, a bird chirped a happy little tune. Ron Weasley woke slowly, squinting against a cheerful shaft of sunlight. It took him a moment to remember exactly where he was. He found himself not overly concerned with his location. Just as long as that strong arm stayed around him, he'd be happy.

"Morning…" Ron turned at the sound of that voice to find that Oliver was stretching. Oliver gave Ron a goofy, sleepy grin, leaning over to give the red-haired boy a kiss on the cheek.

"Sleep well?"

Ron nodded, "Never better… I don't remember the hospital wing beds being this comfortable."

"You've never been in one with me before…" Oliver smirked, kissing Ron's collarbone playfully.

"Oh, stop." Ron chuckled.

The sound of someone humming came from somewhere across the room. It was unmistakably Madam Pomfrey, going about her morning routine. Ron panicked, scrambling to get out of bed. He succeeded in swinging one leg off the side of the bed before falling off of it entirely. He landed in a heap on the floor with a resounding thud.

"Oomph!" A sound escaped Ron's lips to accompany the rush of air from his lungs. The curtains around Oliver's bed were soon pulled open by Madam Pomfrey. Her eyebrows were raised, silently questioning him.

"Must have dozed off and slid of my chair." He gave her his sincerest smile, hoping he didn't look too strained. She looked at him for only a moment longer before shrugging and going off to her office.

"Are you all right?" Oliver asked. He was peeking over the edge of the bed, grinning. The other boy's smile was unable to exert its full effect on Ron since he he was sprawled across the floor. Had his legs still been beneath him they would have turned to jelly.

Ron pulled himself up, sitting on the edge of the bed. Oliver rubbed the younger boy's shoulders a little.

"Did ickle Ronniekins hurt himself?" Oliver taunted playfully.

"Oh, hush." Ron said, turning his head a little. Despite the close proximity of Madame Pomfrey, Oliver pulled him close for a kiss. The other boy's smile didn't falter for a second.

Ron chuckled lightly, pulling away, "What if she sees us…" It was more of a statement than a question. His lips found Oliver's, impatient for another kiss.

"Let her watch." Oliver slid his arms around Ron. They shared a warm hug and a final kiss before Oliver pulled himself up.

"Shall we go back to Gryffindor tower, then?"

Ron nodded. Oliver took his hand, giving it a warm squeeze.

-

Ron sat in yet another warm, sticky divination lesson. Professor Trelawney wasn't too far away from the table he was sharing with Harry. As usual, she was telling Harry about how horrible and untimely his death would be. It would happen sometime in the next week, no less.

Much to Ron's surprise, Professor Trelawney turned her misty gaze on him. She examined his face until it turned as red as his hair. She certainly had ways of making her students uncomfortable.

"I see your future, Mr. Weasley. The vibrations are coming from you in spades. You're in for quite a bit of happiness in the coming months."

The thin woman then hovered to the front of the room and continued conducting her class. Though her predictions were usually garbage, Ron could hardly do anything but smile for the rest of the lesson. The only other thing he could manage was to draw little hearts on a spare piece of parchment.

The divination lesson went by very quickly after that. Harry fell into step beside Ron once they had climbed down from the divination room. His friend looked at him questioningly.

"Anything you want to talk about, Ron?" The dark-haired boy asked, his eyes peering at Ron from behind his glasses.

"No, not really. Should there be?" Ron replied.

"You just seem," Harry paused for a moment, "Oh, I don't know."

"I'm just in a good mood, that's all. See you back at the tower." Ron nodded to Harry before heading down a hallway near the bottom of the stairs.

-

Ron glanced about as he wandered down the hall, lazily examining the portraits and paintings as he passed them. He wasn't anxious to go to the Gryffindor common room with its crowded noisiness, nor was he hungry enough to go for dinner in the Great Hall. For a while, he'd content himself with directionless meandering.

An arm reached out from behind a statue without warning. Ron would have protested if not for the lips pressed against his. He was kissing back before he had the chance to utter any sound at all.

"Oliver!" He exclaimed, albeit quietly, as he pulled away, "What are you doing here?"

"I could ask the same of you." The taller boy gave Ron his habitual disarming grin. "I'm here fixing up my broom in Madame Hooch's office. She has some really nice polish, you know. Gives the old pile of sticks a nice shine."

Ron smiled, following Oliver through a door near the statue he had been hiding behind. Oliver's broom was lying on a table looking better than ever. A cheery fire crackled in a fireplace on one side of the room.

Ron sat on the edge of the absent Professor's desk, "You've got it looking good."

Oliver polished the broom a bit more before grasping its handle and pulling it up. He took a seat next to Ron. Both boys were silent for a little while.

"Thanks for staying with me last night. It meant a lot to me."

"It was nothing, Oliver. I'd do it any time. I'd do anything for you."

"I know." Oliver leaned over and gave Ron a kiss. A different sort of kiss. One that made Ron's toes curl and his cheeks flush. When Oliver finally pulled away, he smiled. Ron knew he wanted to look at that smile for a long, long time.