DRABBLE ONE

Loud shrieks and small whimpers rang through the house, instantly rousing the three boys that slept in the small room they shared. Sobs cracked through the last, particularly loud, shriek. Wide awake, Harry, Ron, and Alphonse rushed to the older alchemist's side. Harry reached out a hand to try and shake the wailing—yet still asleep—boy out of his nightmare. Al jerked him away by the collar as his older brother bolted upright, wide golden eyes filled with tears and rage, and lashed out with a metal hand.

The younger brother caught Ed's Automail arm by the forearm and put a hand to his cheek comfortingly. "Ed, it's okay. It was just a nightmare, it's all right—"

"What's wrong? What happened? Ed!" Winry was in the doorway, her hair wild in a half-out braid that Ed insisted on after her bath the previous night.

The blond in question kicked off the ground and crawled a foot or so before scrambling to his feet and throwing himself at the mechanic. He protectively cradled the back of her head with a shaking—and no doubt sweaty—flesh hand. Her waist captivated by the very arm she built.

"Ed?" She breathed, confused.

"Winry, Winry, Winry…" Was her only reply, as he awkwardly stroked her tangled hair.

"Err… Ed?" She didn't even get words this time, as he nuzzled into her neck and gave a mumbly whimper that sounded suspiciously like her name.

Harry and Ron were befuddled by his uncharacteristic crying, as Al looked oddly sad, but he was smiling all the same and managed a small: "They are so adorable." But, all in all, nothing had to be asked about what his dream was about.

DRABBLE TWO

Winry strode into the living room, rubbing her hair dry with a towel as she inched the waistband up on the boxers she'd stolen from the bag of clothes Molly had bought Ed. "Alright, Ed, your turn!"

She glanced around the room with a cocked eyebrow, only met with Ginny and Al's giggling and four mischevious smirks from Ron, Fred, George, and Harry—as well as a eyeroll from Hermione as she turned back to her book.

The mechanic narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "What did you do?"

Her face was suddenly met with the floor and a weight pressed against her back. "Hi! Did you have a nice bath?"

"Ed?" She gasped. Damn, this boy was heavy.

"Yep!"

She growled, and the weight was gone. She sat up and looked around before fixing her gaze on a wide-eyed and grinning Edward Elric. It's so uncharacteristic, it's creepy.

She turned her head to glare at the boys—and Ginny—in that room. "What did you do?"

Ginny was first to speak up, giggling hysterically. "I'm so-sorry, Winry, we didn't k-know that sugar could get him so hyper…" She and Al burst out into another roll of laughter as the collapsed face first on the carpet, rolling over and over and laughing at the obvious excuse.

Ed ignored them and shuffled closer to his victim of a mechanic. Smiling widely, he captured her in another hug. "You didn't answer me~ Did you have a nice bath?~"

Winry directed her gaze to the wizards next. "Not even sugar could make him this creepily happy."

The twins smirked widely. "Oh—alright, It was a magical drug," one started.

"Of a sort." The other finished.

"What?" The blond shrieked, startling the Alchemist before he brushed it off and wrapped his legs around her stomach before taking the towel and drying her hair for her.

Both twins jumped at her fury before explaining quickly. "We thought he needed it!" One said in defense, leaving the other to finish with, "He's far too depressing and angry!"

"Winry, did I ever tell you how nice you smell?~" Ed trilled from behind her as he combed his fingers through her hair.

"Ed-!"

"You still never told me if you had a nice bath or not-!~"

He was met with a glare, but he took it with a grin instead and separated her hair into three parts. "Do you want me to braid your hair for you?~"

"No, Ed—"

"Awwe, please?~"

The mechanic growled and sighed in defeat, bringing her legs up to her chest and grumbling.

"Yaay!~" The alchemist squealed like he was a kid again—no, scratch that. Like Al in the cat section of a pet store.

Al got up from the floor, pulling Ginny up with him, who was still laughing hysterically from his shoulders, having rolled across them at some point. He wiped a tear from his eye and glanced over at the two blonds, eying his brother, who was trying his hardest to braid perfectly before looking over to the wizards. "You know, I thought this would be a bad idea, but to be honest, when Ed's all giddy like this—they're just cuter."

Winry blushed and opened her mouth to protest before Ed detached himself and pulled her to her feet. "Winry! I just had the best idea ever! How about we combine Alchemy and Automail, and we can make little metal flowers!~"

Winry grimaced and looked toward Al. "I don't think this is cute at all, in fact, it's just plain creepy."

Ed cut his brother off—whatever he was about to say, and waved his hand dismissively. "Don't be like that- Wait!" He paused, finger in the air. "Another idea! Lets build a fort right here, in the middle of the living room! You know, outta blankets and stuff!" He turned to Winry again, grinning widely. "Remember when we used to do that when we were kids? You used to be scared of thunderstorms and always complained about how we wouldn't let you sleep with us, so we built a big fort in the middle of the living room and we all slept together while watching all the lightning! I remember that Al wanted to do it again during the next one, and you complained about 'boy germs' and how you weren't scared anymore!" Ed ended with a laugh, still grinning.

Winry tried to keep a straight face, but she ended up smiling a bit too.

"Fort?" Ron questioned.

That set the blond off.

He snapped his head toward the youngest-boy-red-head and gaped. "You've never built a fort before?"

Fred and George exchanged a confused glance.

Ed continued to gape before he suddenly sprinted off, shouting—"Alright! Everyone gather all of the blankets in the house—as well as pillows!"

Al smirked. "We need to drug him more often."