"Oh yes, very brave there Harry! I see you looking for her," Ron said, as he slipped his books to the floor, completely abandoning his idea of study. With the pretense gone, he relaxed more visibly and barked a short laugh as stinky feet slipped closer to his nose.
"Oh yes, you smell like a fuckin' rose, mate," he said, deciding that Harry should smell them himself. Ron grasped one of Harry's ankles and shifted in his seat, as he started to push it up, bending Harry's leg.
"Come on, give it a smell yourself," Ron said, another laugh leaving his lips as he became more aggressive in his efforts. He grappled with Harry's leg, pushing the dirty sock up Harry's body to get closer to his friend's face. In the process, they both teetered on the edge of the couch, ready to tumble to the floor should Harry put up any effort.