Every time they had visitors, Ron found himself tempted to rush the door. They could have overpowered just about anyone, between the four of them. And even if they ran up against the full rank of Voldemort's lackeys right out in the hall, at least they'd be somewhere that wasn't here. It had been long enough that any movement at all would have seemed like a victory, to him.
On the other hand, he had no desire to meet his end just yet. And if they were being given orders instead of just stricken dead, there was probably some time to spare. ... Maybe only a little. He pushed himself to his feet, keeping close beside Hermione, and watching Harry a little nervously. He knew they didn't have a plan. "And take your ruddy friends with you," he muttered, his hand working nervously in his pocket where his wand should have been.