Ron slowly blinked, rousing awake. His mouth stretched in a groggy grin. His hand brushed away some of the curls on her face. The callous on his hands was comforting. Years of riding a broom at full speed. It kept him youthful, but he still had years of wear on certain parts of his body. The most noticeable one was the limp he acquired after a bludger went straight for his thigh during his final match. 