"i reallly lik it when you lick my SPINE HARRY!" "yeaaa i like lickin yourr spinee toooo11!"

ron rubs his hands down harrys boney spine while making rely creppy noises

"OHHHHHHHH ROOOOOOON!"

harry gasps screaming out rons name 'ROOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNN'

YES HARRY/ ron says

duid you take out dah the trash ystereaday?

uhh huu

guod boy now lik my spine more now plzzzz

okay

Ron grabs the nearby blow torch that rests on an oak desk next to Harry's bed. He begins, lighting the flame, and moving it closer to the thin skin that covers his best friends white spine. Harry screams as his skin begins to melt away. He struggles, but Ron holds him still, allowing the heat to burn and blacken the once pale skin. Ron places his own back against Harry's, whimpering at the burning contact. It takes no more than a single cooling spell to chill the fiery skin, completing the process.

"See Harry, it was worth it, wasn't it?" Harry nods, taking short, gasping breath. "I always make it worth it."