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CHAPTER NINE
thoughts´
"talking English"
°°Vampire language, also called Vampiric Mot°°
House-elf language, also called Gaëla
# Language of the Werewolves, also called Grawl #
LAST CHAPTER
The girl shook her head. "Not your fault. Galen would have found another reason to turn them against me. He always does. I told you we don´t get along very well." Her piercing green eyes looked up to meet his blue with a watery smile. "Nobody ever chose my side before. Thanks." Her eyes sombered again. "But I lost you your friend and you fought with your brothers. I guess I really do bring bad luck."
George got to his feet and pulled Jenna up with him. "It wasn´t your fault. If those gits can´t see how wonderful you are it´s their problem. Come on, let´s get some hot chocolate from the kitchen. You look like you need it and you can meet the House-Elves."
Jenna nodded gratefully. Looking at the two redheads she felt her terror and despression abide a bit. Maybe Master wasn´t be the only one who would protect her. She smiled "That would be great."
George steered her away with a hand on the small of her back. Fred walked on the other side and clasped his hand with Jenna´s. Jenna couldn´t remember a time she felt safer. Together the three students walked to a painting of a fruitbowl. Jenna watched interested as the pear turned into a doorknob when Fred tickled it. Fred pulled at the door and held it open for her to pass. She shot him a thankful glance.
The kitchen was just like the kitchen in Potter Castle, only lots and lots bigger and a lot more crowded. House-Elves were busy preparing all sorts of food and drinks. Then they noticed their visitors and squeeled in joy. "Master Wheezy and Master Wheezy. What can Trizzy do for yous?" A House-Elf wearing a green pillowcase asked, his eyes wide in adoration.
"Hey Trizzy. We would like some hot chocolate for the lady and us." Fred said gently.
Trizzy looked at the lady´ in question. His eyes widened when he looked at her hand. The House-Elf could see through the wizarding glamour and through the fingerless glove. The pentagram shone bright like the sun. Almost in a trance, Trizzy´s eyes were drawn to the names in the girl´s aura.
Ilka! Yous is the human elfling my Eldars spoke of. Trizzy is most honoured to meets yous. But why is yous a lion? He looked from the lionears to the rabbitears on the boys and worked it out for himself. He had seen the results of the twins´ pranks often enough.
Fred and George looked at each other in wonder as the House-Elf froze in disbelief and then started making high squeaking noises. They looked even more incredulous when their girl squeaked back.
Hello Trizzy. I am honoured to meet the Head House-Elf of Hogwarts. The Castle is in perfect condition. Yous have done very well.
Trizzy preened. Thank yous, Ilka. We is working very hard for Lady Hogwarts.
Jenna looked up sharply. You don´t serve the Headmaster of Hogwarts?
No Ilka! We is only listening to our Lady. Trizzy squeaked in askance.
Nodding her understanding, Jenna asked Then could you keep quiet about my marks and that I can speak Gaëla? I don´t really want the Headmaster to know. I don´t like him much.
Trizzy bowed. Anything you wish Ilka. You is one of the elves and we looks after yous. He hestitated. Would yous like Trizzy to break the lion and the bunny spells?
Yes please, that would be wonderful. These whiskers itch. Jenna sighed happily when the animaltraits melted away from all their faces.
"Kitten? Why are you squeaking?" Fred cut in hestitantly.
Jenna blushed red. She had forgotten how strange the language sounded to anyone who didn´t understand it. "Ehm well do you remember I said the House-elves at Potter Castle were like family?"
The twins nodded. "Well, they taught me how to speak Gaëla, the language of the House-Elves. I just had a nice conversation with Trizzy here."
George blinked. "Wow. I..I never knew House-Elves had their own language."
"Of course they do, as do all the other Magical Beings, like Were´s and Goblins and Centaurs and..." Jenna rambled. She was stopped by a finger pressing softly against her lips.
"Shh let´s get some chocoa and then go to bed okay?" Fred said. He had seen how tired she was. Turning to Trizzy he said. "Can you bring the chocolate to the sixthyear boys´ dormitories? Jenna will sleep with us, because the fourthyear girls threw her out."
Trizzy looked mad. "Bad students, throwing out Ilka. The Lady very angry." In agreement with the House-Elf´s words, the Castle gave a threatening rumble. "The Lady Hogwarts heard yous and she is making a place for Ilka to be sleeping in yous room. Trizzy is getting Ilka´s trunk to new room and chocolate also there."
The twins looked a little confused at Jenna´s new name, but remained silent. They would ask for an explanation later. "Thanks Trizzy." Jenna said tiredly.
"Yeah, you´re the best Triz, ol´buddy." Fred piped up with a grin. It was always fun to see the little Elves squirm when they received compliments. Unfortunately for the prankster, Trizzy decided to just pop away to avoid an akward situation.
"Well, let´s go to our room then. I´m beat." George pulled the two others out of the kitchen, laughing about Fred´s grumbling over cowardly House-Elves, popping away when the fun starts.´
In front of the portrait of the fat lady they halted. George put his finger under Jenna´s chin and tilted her head up, forcing the scared girl to meet his eyes. "We have to go through the common room to get to our room. I don´t know how many people are still in there, but don´t worry. Me and Fred are right there with you. Ignore everyone else."
"Okay. Just don´t leave me." Jenna didn´t care that she sounded needy. Her scrambled emotions would not survive another confrontation with her peers, without some backup.
"Password, dearies?" The imperious voice of the portrait called.
"Galen Potter, the hero of the wizarding world" Fred ground out. Lee hadn´t been joking when he said Percy was happy about the new Gryffindorboy. As soon as he had the chance he had changed the password to the name of the brat. Luckily George had heard him bragging about it when they left the commonroom after the fight, otherwise they would have no way to know the new password.
The fat lady smiled and the portrait swung open.
Jenna took a quick look around the room and sighed in relief when she saw it was almost empty. A cheerful looking redhead bounced over, but her face changed when she spotted the fourthyear. She put her hands on her hips and bellowed. "Fred, George what the hell are you doing with that bitch? I thought Percy and Ron were exaggerating when they told me about the fight. Did you really say The Boy Who Lived was a liar? How could you?"
George anwered tersely. "I don´t see how this is your problem, Ginny."
Ginny glared back and was starting to warm up to give her stupid brother a good shouting, when a hand on her shoulder stopped her. "Lovely Ginevra, do not blame them. My sister must have done something to them. It is her you should be angry at, but don´t worry. I´m sure your brothers will see reason in no time. Now I believe you wanted to hear more about my Quidditch skills?"
She quieted immediately and smiled dreamily at Galen. "Yes, I would love to hear more Galen. You must be very good on a broom." They walked away not sparing the three others another glance.
George growled angrily, but Jenna stopped him from going after them "Please George, not now." She pleaded. George calmed down and nodded. "Let´s go then. Our room is up the stairs left. Only Fred, you and I sleep there now Lee has moved out. Nobody but us can enter the room, so you won´t be bothered."
The room was very bright and cozy. The carpet, walls and ceiling were darkred, with golden patterns. Jenna looked around feeling a little better, until her eyes fell on the beds. Or more precisely on the one very large bed on the left. "Oh shit, ehhm guys. Do you remember what Trizzy said about Lady Hogwarts making a place for me to sleep? It seems that the Lady can´t or won´t create a new bed. She has melted your two beds together to make room for me. I don´t have enough strength for a permanent transfiguration the size of a bed right now." She hestitated. "We´ll have to share I guess."
Fred looked at her in question. "You know we won´t do anything don´t you? We would never force you to do anything you don´t want to. Is it really that bad to sleep in the same bed?"
Jenna blushed. "Well, I guess not. I just didn´t expect this."
Fred chuckled. "Neither did we kitten."
Taking a deep breath, George walked to the still redfaced girl. He gently placed his hands on her hips and looked at her face for her reaction. "Fred is right. We would never do anything you don´t want us to do, but I must say I am grateful to the Castle for placing us in one bed. I would very much like to go to sleep with you in my arms."
"Me? B-but why?" Jenna stuttered. She wasn´t used to this kind of attention.
"Why?" Fred laughed as he walked towards the other two. He gently stroked the red cheeks. "Because you are the most beautiful person I have ever met, outside and inside. You look gorgeous, you´re smart and funny and nice to others." He sighed in helpless frustration. "I don´t understand how your brother or anyone for that matter, could ever dislike you."
"Really? You mean that?" Jenna´s voice trembled.
George smiled gently and placed a soft kiss on her lips. "Yes we do. Both of us. We know you haven´t told us all about yourself. You know more than you let on, for instance about Professor Grahm." He held up a hand to stop her protests. "Don´t lie, Jenna. We aren´t stupid. We saw how you two exchanged glances." His tone softened. "But we can respect that you have secrets. Just promise to come to us if you need help. We want to be there for you. Don´t shut us out, okay?"
Jenna sniffed emotionally. "Okay, I can do that." She laughed at herself. "Look at me. You say one nice thing and I´m blubbering. I´m an emotional wreck."
"You´re just tired, kitten." Fred spelled her clothes to change to a large T-shirt. He lifted her in his arms and held her close as George threw back the covers of the bed. Gently lowering her on the white sheets he gave her a small smile. Fred stroked the dark hair whispering softly. "Our girl."
A smile lit up her face in answer and Fred´s breath was caught in his throat. She really was beautiful. "You might want to change into your nightclothes instead of standing there like an idiot." George said amused by his brother´s antics.
Fred shook himself and grinned sheepishly. Changing quickly he crawled into the bed next to his girl. George slid in the bed on the other side and pulled the blankets over them.
Jenna lay there on her side, slightly tense. It was one thing to say it was okay to share a bed, it was another thing to actually be in bed with two guys. George noticed and pulled her gently towards him, letting her use his chest as a pillow. He used his arm to encircle her shoulders and cradle her against him. "Shhh, you don´t have to do anything. Just relax, princess. We won´t hurt you."
A warm body pressed itself against Jenna´s back and a voice whispered against her neck. "You´re our girl. We keep you safe. Sleep kitten."
Fred encircled her waist with his arm and breathed in her scent deeply. The two people that were quickly becoming the most important thing in his life were here in his bed. He felt at home.
That´s how Jenna fell asleep, half on top of George with Fred pressed up against her from behind. For the first time in a month she didn´t have a nightmare of the days James had punished her. For the first time in a long time she slept soundly.
END CHAPTER NINE
NB. This story will be a threesome, thought there will be only real Jenna/George and Jenna/Fred action. Fred and George are sharing the girl and there will be little to no slash.
I know it went a bit fast, but I think the twins would work fast when they really want a girl. They won´t go much further for a while now. Jenna isn´t used to so much positive attention so she just goes along with it. I am quite pleased with this chapter. Let me know what you think about it!