Ron snorted and made another grunt as Harry sat on his belly. He lay down flat, and made a small face, "Yeah, I'll let your da know if you really want. At least I'm a favorite of his. But you've said the right word, which is treats of course. That's the only thing that's keeping me from throwing you on the ground and throttling you more," he added, a grin spreading across his face.
"I think you owe me at this point. How the bloody hell I'm going to get the stink out is beyond me, not that they were terribly clean to being with," Ron pointed out, as he waited for Harry to get off of him, "And I got to tell you, Harry, you've lost weight or I've gotten buffer cause you weigh like a twig on me."