In retrospect, Iggy should have probably expected the physical retaliation over a magical one. "Oh F-" He cursed as his brother tackled him off the deck chair and onto the thankfully somewhat forgiving grass.
It would be comical to anyone watching, but not to the one currently getting assaulted. Draco was taller than Iggy, but Iggy was stockier - perhaps not quite as strong as his elder brother but his ace in the hole was simply the fact that he was well used to getting beaten on by Draco, and so was quite experienced at squirrelling away. Grabbing his brother's clutching hands, Iggy twisted and managed to push Draco slightly to the right, so he could wrench away to the left.
"I was kidding!!" He gasped, red faced. "Kidding!" This would be a fairly amusing sight as well, both dignified Malfoy men, sprawled on the grass, glaring at one another. He scrambled for his fallen wand in case Draco may consider another attack for being joked at/disrespected/whatever it was he formulated in his brain, and held it out.