Ron stood back in amazement. He had no idea what to do. 'Should I tell someone or just leave them be' he thought 'or maybe I could join them.' Ron couldn't figure out what exactly to do so he just stood back and watched. Fred moved his hips in a rhythmic circular motion of ins and outs. George had moved into the missionary position and was moaning Fred's name loudly. 'No wonder they don't do it in the house even with silencing charms we could probably still hear George's moans,' thought Ron. Ron had decided to take a closer look so he stepped five feet further. Ron heard a loud "CRACK" and looked down at his feet. 'Holy shisniss,' thought Ron. He had just stepped on a rather large stick. Ron looked up in just enough time to see Fred stampeding towards him. "What are you doing here?" questioned Fred. "I um... I, I... I," answered a frightened Ron. Fred had pinned down Ron, Ron was staring at Fred's rather large pickle. Fred slapped Ron across the face rather hard. "What in bloody hell was that for?" asked Ron. "Stop staring at my cock," answered a very angry Fred. "Well I can very bloody help it when you have me pinned down, while you're totally naked," explained Ron. "What should we do with him?" asked George, who was stroking his pickle while waiting for the return of his lover to his buns. Fred had gotten up and said, "well we can do to things one torture him until he promises not to tell mom, or we could make him our sex slave," said Fred with a grin. "No, no please don't torture me I wont tell I promise, I'll do anything just don't torture me," yelled Ron. "Anything?" asked Fred with a look to his brother, George. "Yes anything," answered Ron. "Even be our sex slave?" questioned George. Ron replied, "yes for god's sake."
Fred and George told Ron to go back to the house they would deal with him later. Ron didn't know what he had just agreed to but he would soon find out.