Harry laughed and opened his eyes. Part of Ron stabbed him with happiness under the ribs every time he saw Harry do that, those eyes that otherwise would have been closed forever. "Look, I don’t care if your mum wants to hold a wedding for each—couple of us. Or if there’s some ritual wedding we could use. What matters is that we’re committed to each other, in every way." He leered at Ron and ran a hand over his leg, fingers dipping easily into Ron’s arse. Ron groaned and spread his legs.