Ron's teeth clacked together, jumping back against his brother again in an attempt to seperate himself from Harry. He was well trapped on the bed now, except for to his left side. He'd been turned so that his back was rested against Fred's chest, George in front of him, Harry to the right. It was nerve racking, being closed in by them like this. Giving a helpless squirm, he jammed himself harder back against Fred, hoping to knock the twin over. Of course, this didn't work..

A chuckle came from behind Ron, hands slipping off of his arms, Fred's arms wrapping around his younger sibling's chest. "Hold still, Ickle! We're not going to let you go until you let us help.." A soft grunt passed his lips at being rammed into, Ron's shoulder connecting with his own. Flicking his gaze to peer at his twin, he huffed, propping his legs up onto either side of Ron's lap. "Help, would you?"

And George complied. Leaning himself forward, he pressed the palms of his hands onto Ron's thighs, pushing them apart. Inching himself forward, he threw himself forward & against Ron's chest, sucessfully pinning him. A grin plastered to his lips, fingers kneading gently at the jeans underneath his fingertips. "Calm down, Ronnie." His gaze passed over Ron's shoulder, smirking gently at the upright version of himself.

Harry let a noise of irritation escape his lips, straightening up, arms folded over his chest. His gaze was narrowed, darting back & forth between the twins. Ron squirmed again, giving an almost hopefull glance at Harry. Maybe, just maybe, his best mate had just been planning on giving words of advice instead of being physical, as it was obvious the other two were planning. A jolt of shock rocked up his back when a paled hand moved forward, jamming George back. "You two need to share."

And Ron's last hope shattered.

George huffed, edging himself back from Ron & towards the end of the bed. "Fine, fine, Boy Wonder.." He rolled his eyes, licking his lower lip absently, probably to get rid of any dryness. Ron honestly didn't care at the moment. His mind was preoccupied on the new situation at hand..

Harry had perched himself on the edge of the bed, pushing one of Ron's legs to the side. Ron jerked, his legs pulling back together, jerking back hard against Fred again. He was no longer trying to escape his brother's grasp but rather the male that was sitting to the side of his legs, attempting to pry them apart again. After a few moments, Harry gave up with a low sigh, eyes narrowing gently.

Emerald optics rose to peer into Ron's own blue ones, cocking his head gently to the side. "Fine. You don't want our help?" And Ron shook his head hastily to this, squirming back against Fred. Harry snorted slowly, eyes turning to peer behind Ron, to Fred. "..We'll come back later, then."

Ron allowed a squeak to form in the back of his throat & pass over his lips, eyebrows raising upwards. "Wh-what?"

George nodded & then Fred's arms were gone & he was up from the bed. Ron almost tumbled backwards at the lack of his brother's body supporting him up, catching himself with unsteady hands. "And you'd better be ready, then, Ickle." Fred rolled his shoulders after his statement, bee-lining for the door. He was followed closely by the other two males, both nodding their heads in quiet agreement.

And so Ron was left alone to fret about when "later" was & if they actually ment to return.

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