The door burst open and Molly rushed in pajamas still on with her jacket thrown over, her hair was still a mess. She looked scared and frazzled While clutching her wand.
"Fred! George! Where is Hunn? We can't find her! She's not in her bed!"
Hunn sat upright George and Fred still asleep with their arms linked around her waist.
Molly's jaw dropped, "Hunn? Why are you sleeping in here? You shouldn't be sleeping in the boy's bed! So indecent!"
Molly rushed forward snatching a pillow up and beating Fred, George, and Hunn.
Hunn fell back and shielded her face from her onslaught of soft blows.
Fred and George sat up arms flailing, confused, "Why are you hitting us!"
"You dragged Hunn into your bed! You indecent boys! I didn't raise you this way."
"What makes you think we did it? She could have snuck into our room!" George challenged
"That's why you're wrapped around her!"
Molly hit them with the pillow again, "Get ready for the game, you three. It's nearly time to go. Giving me a heart attack, I won't live to see grandchildren!" She walked away leaving the door open behind her, "Leave this door open!"
George and Fred looked at Hunn, and she looked up at them from behind the other pillow.
"Can you feel that?" She asked in a whisper
"The way your heart is beating like crazy?" Fred asked
"Yes, I feel yours almost like it's in my chest."
"Me too. It's crazy I already felt connected to Fred before through our twin bond, but now I feel you too in almost the same way." George commented, running his hand over his chest.
Hunn sat up and got out of bed pushing them off of her, "I should go get ready, "She grabbed them both in a hug, "Thank you."
She rushed out of the room and into Ginny's. Her face was burning, and her heart was hammering in her chest.
Hunn slammed the door behind her and Ginny was sitting in the bed staring at her.
"Is my hair bad?" Hunn asked, trying to change the question she saw brewing inside the other girl.
Ginny laughed "Yes! Looks like you rolled around in the grass."
Hunn groaned and laughed, "Figures it would be that awful."
"Did mum say you were in Fred and George's bed?" she asked yawning
"Yeah, we must have fallen asleep in there." She shrugged
"Doing what?"
"Oh, umm we were planning our first prank against Slytherin."
Ginny's brows rose. "Really, what is it?"
"Can't say. It's a surprise."
"Sure. Sure, I can't wait to see it then," she smirked the entire time she was getting ready
"Hunn, is that really what you're going to wear?" Ginny asked
"Yeah, it's warm."
"It's not even a little cute!" Ginny gawked, jaw open in surprise.
"I don't want to be cute. Besides, everyone will be paying attention to you and Hermione. I'll just blend in with the boys and leave you all the action."
Ginny wasn't having it, "You don't even know how gorgeous you are! Come here let me do your hair!" She pulled Hunn to the bed and immediately yanked a brush through her hair. She brushed it and braided it and did things Hunn had never done.
"There you look so cute," Ginny smiled, "Now off with the jacket."
"I just don't want to freeze."
"Too bad. off."
Not wanting to fight Hunn took off her jacket, "I'm keeping my jumper!"
"That's fine. As long as you don't look like a marshmallow. Now just imagine if you're cold and sitting next to Diggory, and he offers you his cloak. I mean come on! That would be a dream come true!" Ginny fell back onto the bed and shrieked.
Hunn shook her head and laughed just as Hermione came in dressed and ready to go in her warm pink jacket, "Hunn your hair looks amazing! Good work, Ginny! Come on we should go eat and wait for the boys to come down."
Hunn grabbed her bag. "Gin, have you seen my wand? I can't find it."
Ginny walked into the closet to change while Hunn searched, "No, I haven't. Did you leave it with Fred and George?" she suggested
"Maybe. I'll go look."
Hunn walked into the hall and across to Fred and George. She walked in and froze. They were changing. "Oh god, I'm sorry!" She yelled, covering her eyes and turning around
They howled, "Hunn, you perv! How could you just walk in on us?" George accused
"I said sorry! I need to find my wand!"
"Oh, really, you didn't want to catch a peek?" Fred whispered softly in her ear.
Her face went red, and her heart skipped a beat, "No, I promise I only needed my wand." She told them breathlessly.
"Well, here it is. Come get it." George teased.
She paused not wanting to turn around.
When she didn't move, they sighed, "Don't worry, we're decent!"
Hunn turned with her eyes cast down and snatched her wand before running from the room with their laughter echoing behind her.
"What's wrong, Hunn? You look a little red," Molly asked concerned
"I'm fine, just excited."
"Well come eat you still look so thin!" She ushered Hunn into a chair and placed a large plate in front of her, "Eat up! You have to leave soon."
Just as everyone was finishing their meal the boys came down dressed and were ready.
"Time to go! Can't miss the portkey!" Arthur called from the doorway.
"What! We didn't even get to eat yet!"
Molly rushed them out of the house with their bags, "That's your fault. You should have woken up early like the girls!"
"But mum! We'll starve!" the twins yelled
"No, no, no, you'll eat when you get there. Time to go! Out with you!"
They rushed out the door and caught up with Arthur.
Hunn poked the twins and slipped them a toast and berry jam sandwich.
"Hunn, you're amazing! What would we do without you." George praised her
Fred stuffed his mouth full and ate, nodding his thanks.
"Dad, how much further?" Ron whined after fifteen minutes of walking
"Just over the hill, Ronald! That's where the portkey is waiting." Arthur called.
As they neared the hill, two figures approached dressed warm
Arthur smiled and called out loud and clear, "Diggory! Good to see you! And your boy, too!" Arthur clapped him on the back, and they walked like old friends.
Cedric joined ranks with Ron and Harry, as Ginny and Hermione giggled behind them.
Fred, George, and Hunn walked in the way back, watching and making fun, "Oh, Cedric!" George mocked.
Fred gagged, and it made Hunn giggle.
Hermione turned around, "Don't be so insecure, boys. Just because you can't be that handsome as well."
Hunn laughed and blushed.
An image popped into her head from earlier this morning.
Fred and George changing. They were handsome, and muscular as well.
George was leaner but still well-defined. Fred was a little more bulky, so different but the same all at once.
Hunn blushed and looked down, hoping no one would notice.
Everyone reached the hill where a dirty old boot was sitting on top.
"Don't tell me you think he's cute too?" Fred asked Hunn, looking slightly worried
"Well, he is attractive..."
Before they could respond, Amos Diggory called attention, "Everyone gather around. Grab hold of the portkey! Hurry now!"
Hunn reached for the boot, the twins on her sides. They were so close to her She could feel the heat corse through her.
She looked up and met her eyes with Cedric. She looked away quickly. The twins were watching her now. Before the twins could interrogate her reaction they were all pulled through a small tiny hole. Squeezed within an inch of their lives for what seemed like forever, they were suddenly expanded again, returning to normal size in an empty field.
Hunn lay on her back, gasping for breath.
She felt sick and disoriented.
When she rolled over, she laughed loudly, Fred and George were losing their toast in a bush.
Arthur and Mr. Diggory laughed at everyone, even Cedric seemed to be alright, "I bet that cleared your sinuses eh?"
They walked through the field. Hunn leaned on George and closed her eyes.
He supported her as they walked.
She opened her eyes when they stopped walking.
Everyone was standing over a landfill, "Why are we here? I thought we were going to the cup?"
Arthur laughed! It was booming and echoed around us. "This is the cup! They have a wonderful charm up to keep the muggles away!"
"A charm for muggles? Why would they ever come all the way out here?" Hermione asked him
"You never know. That's why they have the charm, just in case."
"That's amazing. I wonder how many wizards it took to cast it over such a large area? It must be amazing. I need a better look, I wonder why they picked a landfill?" Hunn rambled
"Come on, let's go then!" George yelled as Fred pulled her along with him down the hill and to the edge of the charm.
It glowed and shimmered in the light, "I wonder how it makes muggles feel?"
"It makes them want to turn around and go home," Arthur explained from behind them
He walked forward through and disappeared.
Amazed, Hunn pulled Fred and George through by their hands.
They were immediately pulled into a world of noise and movement.
Magic hummed in the air, wizards and witches laughed, and children screamed from every direction.
Hunn held their hands, and she looked amazed at the crowd of witches and wizards.
They moved through the crowd and followed Arthur until he came to an empty spot near the other side of the field.
He pulled out a small tent and flicked his wand, and it expanded into a tent too small to fit everyone inside.
"Arthur, I don't think we'll all fit inside. It seems a bit small." Harry told him
"Well, there's an expansion charm on the inside, Harry. That allows everyone to fit inside comfortably." Hermione explained to him
George pulled Hunn inside, and Fred followed closely behind them.
The inside of the tent was larger. There were areas for all of them to sleep, a place to sit, and a large table on the side so they could all eat together.
It was amazing.
Rushing inside, everyone claimed their beds and began to relax.
"When does the game start?!" Fred called out
Hunn placed her bag on a larger bed in the corner of the tent, Fred placed his on the bed next to hers and George dropped his things on the floor next to his brothers.
"It's later tonight. We have all day to be here and get ready." Mr. Diggory called out to them, "Parting of the waves, I think, old chap, see you at the match."
"Bye!" Hermione and Ginny called, waving
Hunn went to sit at the table next to Harry and Ron.
Arthur placed some sandwiches on the table, and she nibbled on one slowly until Cedric sat across from her and started talking.
She laughed, and anyone paying attention could tell George was peeved.
He didn't know why he hated it, but when Cedric reached for her hand, and George sprinted to the table and sat next to her
"Hunn, what year are you?" Cedric asked
"Oh, I'm in the same year as Fred and George."
"Yeah, right, and you play beater for Ravenclaw, too?" he asked
"Yeah, I did before the end of last year." She didn't explain further to Cedric, but George knew she was talking about her parent's deaths.
He reached under the table and squeezed her hand tightly for support.
"Wow! That's just amazing. A girl beater! And I bet you were good, too." Cedric smiled and laughed with her.
"Yeah. I was chosen to be a beater instead of a chaser because I'm smaller, and with a little working out, I got stronger and a lot faster, and that's what Ravenclaw needed to catch an edge against the other houses. That's why we beat Hufflepuff at the start of term last year." She teased Cedric, and George clenched his fist and squashed his sandwich.
He was flirting, and she let him do it.
Full of anger, George threw the sandwich down and stomped away from them.
Hunn could feel it coming off him in waves and radiating in her chest. It hurt, and his anger made her sad. It made her feel enraged and pissed off, so she set her food down, excused herself, and angrily walked over to George.
"What is with you? Why are you so angry?" Hunn hissed
"He's flirting with you!" he angrily whispered back at
"No, he's not! He's being polite! You are such a dunderhead." She told him, flopping onto the bed and shoving their bags off.
"No! He was flirting with you, and he tried to touch you!" he freaked out
Hunn looked at him with narrowed eyes, "So, what? Why do you have the right to be so angry?"
"Well, you're you, and he's him. He shouldn't!" he grumbled, losing steam.
"You have no right to get so angry with me! Or him. Neither one of us did anything wrong!"
Hunn turned away from him, and he sat silently on the edge of the bed.
Hunn cuddled into her blankets. Falling asleep quickly but softly, mumbling, "George, Fred, you bloody dunderheads."