A/N: This is the first in a series of little stories I'm writing about Fred and George. I'll put the ages at the beginning of every one-shot, because they'll vary. If someone can tell me how much older Charlie and Bill are than the others, that'd be great! I'm just guessing now. This is just days before Bill's 10th birthday.

Ages:

Ginny- Mrs. Weasley is a couple weeks pregnant

Ron- 1

Fred and George- 3

Percy- 5

Charlie- 9

Bill- 9

"Freddy? George?" Molly Weasley said quietly, poking her head into Bill's room. All the boys had been making a fort that morning, and a stirring in the leftover pile of cushions and blankets on the floor caught her attention.

"Mummy, we're here." A little head of tousled red hair popped out from inside the mess. Fred sat up fully, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes with his tiny fists.

"Oh, good! I've been looking all over for you boys! It's past your supper time," Molly said, her voice going back to normal pitch. The tired boy on the floor looked up at her indignantly.

"Mummy! Georgie's sleeping," Fred whispered reproachfully. He sat protectively over his little brother, who was still wrapped in a warm cocoon of blankets. Molly held back a chuckle.

"Oopsie," she said, lowering her voice to match Fred's tone. He nodded approvingly at his mother's actions. "How long have you two been sleeping?" Fred shrugged and yawned widely as an answer.

"I'm gonna go back to sleep, Mummy. See you in the morning?" he asked, almost hopefully.

As if I'd have the time or will to go anywhere, thought Molly wryly.

"Of course," she answered out loud. Turning to go, she glanced one last time at her boys before shutting the door. The sight that met her eyes filled her with warmth. Fred was snuggled back into the blankets, and the children were curled around each other like two kittens.

As the door shut, George opened his eyes slowly. "Freddy? Was that Mummy?" he asked, confused.

"Yeah. Go back to sleep, Georgie," Fred whispered. The other boy nodded.

"M'kay." His voice trailed off as he tucked his face into a cushion. Fred looked down at his little brother, now deep in slumber. Smiling, he wriggled down into the nest.

"Georgie, I'll hit anyone who tries to wake you up," Fred said solemnly. Thinking for a moment, he added, "Also, anyone who's mean to you. That's not allowed, 'specially when I'm around. I,"-he thought of how Mummy or Daddy would say it- "promise that I'll always be there. Forever and always, Georgie. That's what twins are for." Fred pinched George's nose lightly for good measure (no sense in getting too serious, he reasoned) and closed his eyes.

George, with his eyes closed, listened to the words spoken by his brother. He was glad that he had heard them, even if he was supposed to be sleeping. Silently, he responded.

Yeah, Freddie. Forever and always.

A/N: What did you think?