AN: Hey guys! This just a one shot I have had in my head for a while and I really hope I can do it justice.
Disclaimer: All characters are JK Rowling's
CRACK!
"What the hell!"
"Fred!" I looked over a George who was sat bolt upright in bed staring at the dark mass in the centre of the room.
"Fuck wrong room!" It was Ginny and Harry, who were both drunk, again.
"What the fuck do you two think you are doing?" I shouted at them but I was looking at George whose face had fallen when he caught sight of who had arrived in his room. It obviously wasn't who he had expected.
"Woah calm down Charlie! It was an accident!" Ginny's face was right up next to mine and her breathe smelt like a mixture of stale booze and smoke.
"Just get out of here!" I wasn't angry at them for drinking, and apparently smoking, so much as I was angry for them causing the look on George's face.
"Okay calm down, we going." Giggling and tripping, they made their way out of the room. I hoped mum caught them, their drinking habits were starting to piss me off. I walked over to George and put my hand on his shoulder. He turned his head and looked me straight in the eyes and whispered "It wasn't him Charlie. I really thought it was him."
I tried to console him but he just ignored me and slowly turned over onto his side. He lethargically brought his legs up to his stomach and silently started to cry. I don't know how I knew he was crying because his face was facing the wall. Maybe I could just judge from the minute shakes his body was giving out or maybe I could just sense when my brother couldn't hold it in anymore. And I wouldn't admit at the time but there was something in the look that George gave me that scared me more than anthing. It was like he was broken inside. It was a look I would never expect to see from my kid brother but then this wasn't the George I had grown up with. I can't remember the last time I saw his face split into that mischievous evil grin that was so identical to Fred's. My little brother is falling apart at the seams and I have no idea how to save him.
I spent the whole night next to Georges bed. I didn't sleep. He didn't sleep. We didn't talk, George stayed in his curled up position facing the wall and I lent my head against the wall behind me. I looked over at my camp bed which had been constructed underneath the window. As my eyes crossed the room they fell on the messy bed on the other side of the room. Like one day Fred would swan in and claim his bed space. As light filled into the room I heard noises from the rest of the house. As I shifted my position I faintly heard my mother shouting at Ginny a couple of floors below.
AN: Well that is it, I know it was really short! I hope you liked it! I had trouble choosing the person that comforts George but I decided to go with Charlie and some brotherly love. Any reviews would be awesome! :) PS. Honestly I do like Ginny even thought I haven't been too kind to her recently.