Chapter Six

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Fred, George, and Lee got comfortable while Gwen and Charlotte changed out of their gowns. Charlotte and gone with the same kind of dress as Gwen, except her dress was cerulean (shade of blue) and silver. The colors made her eyes even more blue and her auburn hair richer. Charlotte was a lovely young lady and Gwen was truly appreciative of her.

"Thank you…for what you did in the ladies room with Miranda and Celeste," Gwen said, waving her wand to release the charm she had placed on her hair; her blonde curls cascaded over her shoulders and down her back. She had already replaced her costume with a pair of pajama pants and one of her brother's old Quidditch jerseys. Cedric had given it to her before her third year. He had been made Captain so he got all new jerseys. Gwen hadn't worn it since he died. It was too painful to remember her brother; the memories just reminded her that he was gone.

"It was nothing, Gwen," said Charlotte. She felt Gwen growing on her. Like everyone else at school, she tried to keep her distance, feeling as those Gwen needed to be left alone. Charlotte could tell after tonight that Gwen needed a friend, a female friend. "Can I ask you something? And don't be afraid of not telling me, but are you dating both Fred and George?"

Gwen was speechless; she wasn't really ready to be asked that question. "It's complicated," stated Gwen, after a moment of thinking. It was very complicated; Gwen had begun feeling something for both Weasleys and she was utterly confused with herself. She missed her brother dearly, but she felt as though he was pushing her to move on…with both Fred and George. It wasn't uncommon for a witch to date multiple wizards, just uncommon that they should be from the same family and twins on top of that. Gwen felt completely safe and loved with Fred and George. They both knew when she needed a moment, when she needed a hug, when she needed to laugh; it was as though they were just two halves to make her whole.

"Well, I'm here whenever you need to talk. I know you have the guys, but I also know that sometimes you just need a little girl talk to figure stuff out." Charlotte gave Gwen a quick hug and left the loo to join the guys.

Gwen wasn't sure how to respond to that. She had never had another female to talk to about her troubles. Her roommates were more the talkers rather than the listeners and her mother was too far gone in her own mind to realize she even had a daughter. It really never bothered Gwen until she lost Cedric; he had always been there to cry on, he was always Gwen's protector…and he was gone.

Gwen allowed a few tears to fall before washing her face and joining everyone in the main room.

"Are you alright, love?" asked George, patting the empty space between Fred and himself on the couch. Gwen quick sat and laid her head on George's shoulder. She tucked her feet up under Fred's leg and let out a sigh.

"I'm okay; just had a lot of excitement downstairs." She hadn't told them what happened in the ladies room. She knew they would have tried to defend her if she had. It was better they didn't know quite yet.

"Okay," Fred said, unsure of Gwen's answer; he knew something had happened the moment she left with Charlotte, both he and George had felt something going wrong. They hadn't received an answer yet, but they knew she would tell them when the time was right.

"Well, I don't know about you all, but I had a pretty good time at the dance. Just seeing what everyone was wearing was enough entertainment to last a lifetime," said Lee, trying to lighten the heavy moment that had fallen.

Charlotte laughed. "Did you see what the Patil twins were wearing? I bet their dates were confused all night."

The conversation flowed and the laughs got louder. It got very late and both Lee and Charlotte didn't want to impose on Gwen, Fred, and George's room. Lee had been watching the trio all night and he could tell they had a routine and they were comfortable with it. Throwing two more people into the mix could result in disaster.

After Lee and Charlotte, or Char as she preferred to be called, left, Gwen snuggled down into the king size bed between Fred and George. She knew she would have to tell them and that she had prolonged it long enough.

"What happened, Gwen?" Fred asked. She turned and looked at him.

"I got mad."

"Gwen? You know you can tell us." George replied, kissing her on the cheek.

"Miranda and Celeste were in the loo. It was almost like they knew I would be going in there. They ambushed me, claiming that I was seeking pity and that I had stolen both of you from under their noses. Char tried to have them leave me alone, but they didn't want us to leave. Miranda raised her wand towards us and all I saw was red. I had allowed her to cast me as the victim and I was through. I released all the anger I had for them onto them using Wandless magic. I knocked them back into the wall and had Char take me to McGonagall." Gwen looked down and took a deep breath. She didn't want to have to repeat herself so she said her speech very carefully.

As she looked up, she saw two identical twins with identical looks on their faces; looks of shock and adoration.

"I love you, Gwen," they said at the same time. And they truly did. She had to be one smart witch to successfully use Wandless magic without it draining her strength; and she was their witch. Both had realized that Gwen had needed both of them to lament Cedric's death and they both needed her to love.

"I love you too," Gwen said with tears in her eyes. She had felt something for each of them for a while. She wasn't sure how she fell in love with both of them, but she had and she knew she would never be happy unless she was with them.