Cumming Out

            Cold.  Sopping wet.  Ronald Weasley awoke in his bedroom with the sound of rain in the room and his bedding steadily wetting.

            “Not again.” Ron muttered angrily.

            I gotta get mom to charm the ceiling from leaking in here.  Ron thought as he got out of bed.

            Oh, bloody hell. I can’t sleep in the spare bed; Harry is using it.  I don’t want to sleep on the floor, though.  Ron sighed.  What am I going to do now?

            Damp and tired, Ron made a decision.  He walked to Harry’s bed and shook him.  “Harry?”

            Harry woke up.  “What’s going on, Ron?”

            “The bloody ceiling above my bed is dripping again.  I usually move to your bed but…” What am I thinking?  Ron changed his mind “…um never mind.” Ron blushed.

            “What?”  Harry asked sitting up curiously.  “Go ahead and ask what you were going to ask.”

            “Oh…well…” Ron said hesitantly.  “I was wondering if I could sleep with you but I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything.”

            Harry lifted up the blanket.  “It’s fine.  Come on, get in.”