(A collection of short drabbles pairing Ron and George Weasley... I'll add more later in additional chapters.)

Unspoken
George put a hand to his lips and stared at his baby brother. "What was that for?"
"It's because I..." Ron blushed and looked away. "I like you."
George knew that Ron had wanted to say something more and had not been able to. But he smiled, understanding his brother perfectly. "I love you too."

Dare
Ron and George stared at Fred. What kind of dare was that?
He grinned wickedly at them. "Come on, George. You could have picked truth, but no, you chose dare. You should have known better."
Merlin! Why was Fred torturing him? Making George do something like that... Ron wasn't sure he would be able to resist the temptation... Before he could protest, George's lips were touching his own.
...And neither Ron nor George was pulling away.
Now it was Fred's turn to stare.

Permission
Ron's body ached all over. Particularly his arse. Tears streamed down his face, and suddenly he could speak and move again when his brother removed the full body bind.
Trembling, he looked up at George. "Why didn't you just ask?"

Langlock
"Why do you always do that?" Ron asked angrily. "Whenever I talk to Hermione, you put that bloody Langlock jinx on me!"
George pinned him against the wall and glared at him.
"George? What—"
He was cut off by the taller boy kissing him harshly. His eyes widened. So that was why.

Comfort
"Hey, Ronnie, what's wrong?" Ron turned to see George watching him. When had he gotten there?
He quickly wiped away his tears. "Nothing. I'm fine," he lied.
"Ronnie, you can't lie at all," George told him seriously. He crossed the room and wrapped his arms around Ron.
Ron was too surprised to even attempt another lie. "It's... Krum and Hermione," he admitted.
George shook his head. "He could do so much better."
Ron nodded sadly, blinking back more tears.
"Well... I'm here for you." Ron felt his brother's hand slip down to his bum.

Lavender
They were 'celebrating', he said. It'd never happen again. It didn't mean anything. The lying git.
I see him in the corridors. Every day. He thinks I don't because he's too busy eating her face off to notice my passing. It's not like he's even trying to hide it.
Well, Ronnie, don't be surprised when you get back to the Room of Requirement late and find Freddie on your side of the bed.