When Ron opened his eyes, the first thing he realized was that his bed felt different from usual. It was stiffer but also...warm? The kind of warmth one got from crouching in front of a fire during winter.
This is nice--he thought, and despite opening his eyes, he had no intention to move. Laying there, thinking back about last night, Ron gradually heard a steady sound of heartbeat under his ear, and the memory rushed like a hurricane.
Whoa...did he do all of that? Wasn't he practically pouncing on the older man? It was nice though, being able to say what he wanted to say. Thankfully, he wasn't so drunk that he had no control over his words. It would be disastrous if he ended up stripping or something...
"Get up if you're awake."
Ron's train of thought was stopped by the hoarse voice of the man he had been using as a mattress. He raised his head and grinned sheepishly. "Don't want to," he chose to use the circumstances to his advantage.
