He slid atop him, only somewhat aware that the only thing between them was a flimsy sheet that covered the front of his body. His own hands rested on Ron's waist and chest, and then they were kissing again. It always came back to kissing. It was almost as if it had become a form of communication between them.

Part of him was trying to reason with him; that he shouldn't be doing this, really, they only knew each other... for so long and of course, Ron had already told him that his important person was back so he should stop being a homewrecker... but the other part didn't care. Most of him, actually.

When the soft kiss came, he deepened it, tossing his voice out the window.