This is what I would believe what would happen once Harry and Ron return home from dinner.

Late in the night, two males lay together in bed, legs tangled. The shorter one snuggles lovingly into the other's side, inhaling his scent. He smelled like earth and mint toothpaste. "Tonight went better than I thought it would." Ron says. They had their Sunday dinner at the Burrow where Ron announced he was gay or rather, Harry made the announcement for him.

Harry laughs, tenderly hitting the ginger's uncovered chest. "You're just saying that because you just got laid." Ron starts to open his mouth but Harry beats him to it. "Don't deny it, Ronnie." Harry trails a fingernail lightly down Ron's stomach. He shivers, knotting his fingers in Harry's dark hair. It was soft and messy and still a little damp. Ron's ears turn red, almost blending with his hair.

"Really though, Mum could've freaked and banned you from me. Not like it would have done much good but still. Dad could've rejected it, and me, and then we wouldn't even be able to see them. You could've just said I was gay, taken things a bit more subtle with them." Ron rambles, stroking Harry's neck. "I can still see Mum's face. Hilarious. George's too."

Harry listens quietly to his lover's drabble. Even after being drained of energy, Ron somehow could still talk, sometimes for hours on end. "They love you, they don't care what your sexuality is. Me on the other hand, I think they wanted to be with Ginny. And as for their rude awakening, I'm sorry. I couldn't stand thinking of you with anyone but me." Harry yawns, cuddling closer to Ron. Ron could feel a tingling sensation running through his spine at Harry's words. He wanted Ron and only Ron, no one else nor could anyone else have Ron. Harry's possessive and very protective of his love. Nothing would tear him away.

"I suppose... They took it well so, it doesn't matter now. I think that was the most passionate kiss you've ever given me. That was hot." Ron admits, hugging Harry's lazy form. Laughing, Harry nods. "Jealous prat." Ron teases.

Too tired to really care, Harry hits Ron gently again, mumbling slightly. "Goodnight, Ronnie." Ronald sighs, holding Harry to him.

"Goodnight, love." Ron says, staring at the ceiling. Everyone had taken his homosexuality quite well, except for maybe Ginny and George claimed Fred used to always tell him Ron was gay. His Mum and Dad, after calming Mrs. Weasley down, happily accepted it. Yawning, Ron too drifts off to sleep, dreaming of him and Harry, together.