Harry Potter

In the Gryffindor dormitory, Ron, still under the effects of the love potion, sat up in bed with a dreamy smile, clutching the cushion to his chest. His eyes sparkled, but this time not at the name of a girl on his lips, but at the sight of Harry walking in.

Harry… she whispered, her tone warm and shaky. You don't know how amazing you are, do you?

Harry, surprised, stepped back a little, his cheeks burning. Ron? Are you… okay?

Ron laughed softly, leaning towards him. I'm better than ever. I've realized that what I'm looking for has always been here, by my side. You.

Harry swallowed, not looking away. His heart was beating fast. Ron… I don’t know if the potion is confusing you.

Ron shook his head, so close that Harry could feel his breathing. Potion or not, I'm truly sorry. I've never been brave enough to say it.

Harry smiled slightly, nervously, but let Ron take his hand. So… maybe you don’t need courage this time he replied, slowly approaching.

Ron's soft laugh was lost in the silence of the room, just before their lips met.