This is just a one shot that came to my mind as I thought of how I always seem to end using my friend as a pillow during our off. I know I know I should be working on Green Eyes & Skinny jeans, but I can't help but right the ideas that devour my mind. Don't worry I'm still writing as I type. :D

This is slash HarryXRon Get over it! Don't like don't read! You have been worned! :D

Disclaimer: I sadly do not own the beauty that is Harry Potter. *sigh* If only. :)

Harry sat on the couch leaning against Ron practically falling asleep. To Harry Ron was more comfortable than any pillow ever could be.

"Are you falling asleep?" Ron asked with a smirk.

"Dumb question, of course I am," Harry replied with a soft chuckle.

Ron laughed his chest rumbling. A sensation that made Harry feel so at peace. "Do you remember the first time you fell asleep using me as a pillow?"

As if he would ever forget. They were in their fourth year and they were sitting in the common room working on homework. Harry grew extremely tired and laid his head down on the table. He had shifted in his sleep onto Ron. Ron didn't move him though even though he could have. That was one of Harry's favorite memories.

"Of course," Harry smiled at the reminder.

"You know that was the moment I fell for you. You could have moved toward two other people looking for warmth unconsciously, but you moved towards me. That's just your body recognizing a presence and your mind knowing what it wants," Ron told him. Harry couldn't help but smile; he loved the red head so much.

"That really does mean the world to me. I love you Ron," Harry sighed leaning into Ron's warmth.

"I love you too," Ron, said kissing the top of Harry's head as he fell asleep.