Here's my second piece for My Dear Professor McGonagall's Sibling Rivalry Competition... I hope you like it!
This time I got Bill and George!
Disclaimer: If I was J. K Rowling do you really think I'd be putting this on fanmfiction? The answer is no!
"Bill," Came a very small voice from the doorway. Bill looked up to see little George standing there, pyjamas marked with a large yellow 'f'.
"How come you've got Fred's pyjamas on?" He asked.
George just shrugged.
"Can I come in?" He asked.
Bill immediately scooted over and let George curl up beside him on his bed, tossing his spell book to the ground.
"Do you miss him already?" he asked. George nodded.
That afternoon Fred had fallen from their tree swing, cracking his head open. While Fred had seemed a little shocked, but otherwise unconcerned, George had been crying. After a close examination Molly and Arthur both agreed that he needed to go to St Mungo rather then have then treat him at home.
This meant that, after a lot of negotiating, they had allowed Bill to stay in charge and put up extra charms around the house.
Bill sighed and put his arm around George.
"It's the first time ever." George began; Bill had to lean in to hear him. "It's my first time ever sleeping without Fred there."
Bill gave his shoulder a squeeze. George had always been a little more thoughtful, a little quieter, then his twin. He doubted Fred would have admitted defeat and came to him.
"I guess it is. But you know what Fred would tell you if he was here?"
"What?" asked George, eyes wide.
"He'd tell you to stop snivelling and work on stealing him some cookies while mum's out of the way."
George grinned, though it looked a little sheepish.
"What?" Bill hadn't missed the look. "Don't tell me you-"
He reached over and shoved a hand into Fred's pyjama pocket.''
"You already did!" He cried, pulling out a number of crumbling cookies.
"Please Bill!" George asked, trying to grab them. He suddenly looked worried. "Don't be like Perc! You can't tell mum!"
Bill sighed and tucked them back into the little pockets, surprised they even fit.
"Fine... just this once."
George grinned.
"You're really cool Bill." He said matter-of-factly "You're the coolest big brother ever."
And he leaned onto Bill's pillows and yawned.
"You're lucky the baby hasn't been born yet, or I'd have been sharing with Charlie, and then he'd make you share." Bill told, pulling the covers up.
"That," Yawned George "Is why you're the best big brother ever."
"Really?" asked Bill, a big grin spreading across his face "The best?"
But George was already asleep.
"And you're a crazy kid, but I love you." Bill whispered, pulling George closer and closing his eyes, prepared to go to sleep himself. "And I have to say you're not a bad little brother yourself."
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