Thunderstorms
Rating: PG
Summary: George has always been scared of thunderstorms.
Characters: Fred Weasley, George Weasley
Pairings: None
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter but I do own peanut butter!...Aw, who am I kidding, I don't own that either.
A/N: This takes place when the twins are around five or six years of age.
The rain hammered angrily against the window pane, causing the sheet of glass to shudder in its frame. George Weasley shivered and huddled under his patchwork duvet, biting his lip to stem the tears, threatening to emerge. A clap of thunder shot through the steady drumming of the rain and made the small boy clamp his hands over his ears and let out a frightened squeak.
"George?" A sleepy voice whispered from across the room.
He didn't answer. Just squeezed his eyes closed, causing the tears to roll down his cheeks. There was nothing but silence from the outside of his cocoon until he heard a slight rustling and then the padding of small feet across the carpeted floor.
"Hey, George?" The voice was a lot closer this time, so close he could feel the warm breath of his twin on the top of his head.
"Yeah?" he asked, his voice thick and quiet.
"You scared?" Fred asked him, with a kind of incredulous sympathy.
George let out a sniffle. There was a pause and then he felt the duvet being lifted away and the slight weight added to the bed as the other child clambered onto the mattress.
Fred squirmed around for a while, trying to get comfortable, and finally turned over so that he and his brother were nose to nose. He raised an arm and put a small hand on his brother's cheek.
"Sleepy yet?" he whispered.
"Uh huh."
He let his arm drop down and felt his twin grip his hand.
"Night, Fred."
"Night, George."