"Hunn!" George and Fred shouted after her. She was running and crying. George tried to reach out to her, but she pushed past them, running faster than before. He let go of Katie's hand and sprinted for her.
"Fred! Where are you going?" Katie asked, chasing after him. George followed his brother and explained to Angelina he needed to go.
George followed Hunn, and she headed toward the library, sprinting past every teacher and student along the way. A Dumstrang boy ran next to them after Hunn. They glared at him and ran faster.
Hunn ran into the library and wasn't there. George and the Dumstrang boy ran into George's back, nearly pushing him over.
Mrs. Pince glared at them and shushed them from behind her desk before returning to reading.
Fred turned to the other boy, as did George, "Who are you?" He asked him.
"I am Andon. You are her twins." He stated, frowning, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Yes, we are. Why are you chasing after her? Did you do something?" George asked, anger rising in his eyes.
"I did nothing. I merely told her I thought she was beautiful and kissed her. She ran off afraid of her own heart." He shrugged and walked into the library, looking high and low.
Fred looked at George and could see the fury in his eyes that matched how he felt. He pulled Andon back toward them and shoved him against the book shelf, rattling the novels it held.
"You did what?" He looked unimpressed and stood tall, matching Fred's height and looking unafraid.
"I kissed her. Softly, sweetly, and apparently in the right way. Women." He muttered.
"You kissed her." George was aghast. Someone had kissed her.
"That is what I said. Do you have a problem with it?" He challenged, stepping so they stood chest to chest.
"Yes, we bloody well do. You entitled pompous-," George moved in closer, getting angrier.
"Then why were you holding hands with the two hags in the hall?" He challenged them, pushing against George and moving into their space.
"I wouldn't call them hags," Fred shrugged, ashamed.
"Why would you allow those two to hold you and touch you the way you have been? In front of her?" He moved closer to George and Fred, shoving them both into the wall, "There is nothing between you three, yet you claim her and try to keep her for yourself as you parade around with those two ugly things attached at your wrists."
Andon was mad. You could see it in his eyes.
"I want her. Not to show her off but because I think she is beautiful and charming and no one compares to her. If you want her, one of you, or both, I will do my best to take her if she will let me." He walked away, leaving them to think alone.
"Fred?"
"George?"
They were lost in the thought.
The thought of what they had done.
They were so caught up in thinking Hunn would never want them that they decided to go for Katie and Angelina, even though their touch felt wrong. Even though when their lips neared their skin, they felt sick.
They couldn't do it anymore they needed to talk to Hunn.
"I can't date Katie anymore," Fred told George, walking out of the library. Katie was standing there near the door, listening.
"You're such a jerk, Fred. You didn't even give us a chance." She ran and didn't look back, but he didn't chase her.
"George, about Hunn, Maybe you should-,"
"What break up with Angelina? We just started dating. I like her." He insisted, shrugging his shoulders.
"You like how wrong her hands feel against yours? Do you like how rotten her kisses make you feel? I see your face when she touches you. You're fighting not to flinch, to run!" Fred accused his brother.
George stood tall, "That's not true! She's just fine. Her kisses are, too." He was mad. Fred could see it in his eyes and feel it in their bond.
They stared each other down, "It won't last," Fred told him finally.
"It doesn't have to, but I'm with her now. I'm having fun, I'm happy, she's nice." He claimed, as his voice broke and his shoulders slumped slightly as his excuses weakened. He turned and walked back to the common room alone.
Fred followed behind him slowly, lost in his own thoughts and feelings. He needed to talk to Hunn. He entered the common room after George and headed to bed. He'd get detention for missing class but couldn't bring himself to care.
His heart ached and burned from the inside out. George sat on his bed looking the same way.
"George, you never know what could happen. She's connected to us, and us to her. It could work." He rolled over and ignored Fred, pulling his drapes shut.
"Bloody hell," Fred grunted, rolling into bed and falling asleep.
He didn't leave his bed for the rest of the day. He lay thinking about everything.
How was he going to talk to her?
He skipped dinner, staying in to avoid her until he could come up with something to say. He fell asleep thinking about her, dreaming of her smile.
The next morning, Fred dressed and left without George. Walking down the great hall, he saw a group of three Ravenclaw girls chatting.
He walked up to them and tapped one on the shoulder. She shoved her glasses up, pulled her robes straight, and looked disgusted, like Fred was a waste of space.
"Do you know Hunn Rose-Singer?" He asked, standing straighter.
"You mean Hunny Bunny, the misfit Hufflepuff?" They laughed, and Fred felt his blood boil, "Yeah, we know her. Why?"
"I need to know where she is. Have you seen her?" He asked through clenched teeth.
"She didn't come back last night. She didn't come back until this morning. She's asleep. Probably ran off with that Bulgarian hottie she was kissing in the hall. They're in a broom cupboard or back in his ship." They laughed and giggled, joking about her.
"Don't talk about her that way," he told them.
"Why is she snogging you too?" they asked smugly, their vial lips laughing.
"You are vial. Don't speak about her that way. You, jealous hag." he shouted to her, walking away.
"You arse," She called after him upset.
Fred arrived at the table and couldn't be bothered to watch for George or Hunn. He sat and ate. George arrived and started looking around, probably waiting for Hunn to arrive.
"Looking for her?" He asked, stacking his toast and buttering it with jam.
"Of course." He said, peeking around Fred, but a group of young Slytherins walked in, blocking the view.
"She's not coming. I asked some Ravenclaws on the way down. She didn't go to her common room last night. Probably slept in the library all night." Fred shrugged; his eyes looked sad, and bags hung low under them.
Just how he felt.
"George!" Angelina called out, smiling and waving at him as she walked into the hall, sitting next to him, hanging around his neck as she kissed him.
He felt ill. Her skin burned against his like a rotten potion, and her lips felt rough and horrid.
George shifted away from her slowly. Maybe he should end it, he thought.
"You alright, Georgie? You look like you're going to blow chunks." Fred told him, grinning, he knew he was right.
"Shut it. I'm fine. Good morning, Angie." George smiled at Angelina and continued eating his toast and jam while slowly shifting away from her.
"I hope Hunn is okay," He whispered to Fred, who nodded.
Fred looked around the hall and caught eyes with Andon from yesterday.
He was laughing and smiling before he saw them. When he looked at George, he frowned. Glancing at Angie, he looked sadly amused, like they were idiots.
Fred turned away and ate. Giving up on Hunn coming to breakfast. His heart started to ache. He wanted to see her. They've never gone this long without seeing her since she stayed with them over the summer.
"Weasley's!" a woman called for them sternly.
They turned to see McGonagall frowning at them both, "Where were you yesterday afternoon? You missed class!"
"Well, Professor, we were with Hunn in the library and completely lost track of time." Fred made up. George nodded, backing him up.
"Really? Then where may I ask is Miss Hunn?"
"She got an early start today and just headed to class." Fred pipped in.
"Well, I'm looking for her. Tell her to see me when you find her. No more skipping lessons. No more missing any lessons, or there will be detentions worse than last year ever was." She threatened.
"Yes, ma'am!" They saluted her as she turned away from them.
Owls flew into the hall and dropped letters in front of students. A tiny owl landed before them and held out its leg.
"What?" George asked the owl
It hooted and shook its leg. He took the package off, a tiny little box tied in twine.
'To Fred and George, ' it read.
George opened it, and inside were two tiny vials nestled between wads of parchment. He took them out, filled with silvery liquid that sparkled in the light.
Under them was a small note. 'Enjoy getting older'. It was from Hunn. George looked at Fred.
"It's time," He told him, ginning, and they stood walking out of the great hall without a word. The aging potion was ready, and they were ready to enter. Bursting through the doors, they rushed to the goblet, and people crowded around them.
People placed their names in the goblet, and they could hear the trio talking.
"Eternal glory, be brilliant, wouldn't it? In three years from now, we'll be old enough to be chosen." Ron said to Harry
"Yeah, well, rather you than me." He said back
Fred and George yelled, getting everyone's attention, and ran around the goblet.
"Thank you, thank you, well lads and lasses, with a little help, we've done it!" they cheered.
"It was cooked up yesterday!" Fred called out
Hermione closed her book and laughed, "It won't work!"
"Oh yeah? And why's that Granger?" Fred asked her, getting close to her ear annoyingly.
She pointed to the cloudy line, "You see this? This is an age line. Dumbledore drew it himself."
"So?" George asked, loving her annoyed stare
She huffed, "So a genius like Dumbledore couldn't possibly be fooled by something pathetically dimwitted such as an age potion."
"That's why it's so brilliant. Because it's so incredibly dimwitted." Fred told her, laughing.
"Besides, we have the help of the most brilliant witch in the school. A young master of potions. Hunn herself the wonderful Ravenclaw."
Hermione laughed and waited.
"Ready, Fred?"
"Ready, George!"
"Bottoms up!" They yelled, entwining their arms and chugging down Hunn's potion.
They jumped inside the line and waited. When nothing happened, they ran around the goblet and cheered! "Yeahhhh!" They took their slips of paper and tossed them in together. The goblet ate them in its fire, and everyone cheered again!
Fred and George walked around, heads held tall and smiles as big as the sun. The goblet got angry; its fire turned pink, and it spit out two balls of fire and hit them square in the chest, knocking them over onto the floor.
George sat up and looked at Fred. He was growing a long beard, and his hair was a silvery gray. He reached up and felt his face. He had a full face of silvery hair. He looked at Fred, who was shocked.
"Hunn!" They said together, annoyed.
They ran from the room into the corridor and headed up the stairs to the Ravenclaw Eagle. "We need to get in," Fred told it urgently.
"What house is the slowest of all because it does first and asks later?" it asked us
"Why the hell did I have to be a Gryffindor?" the Eagle smiled, laughing
The door opened, and Hunn walked out, her head down and her robes ruffled.
"Hunn!" Fred yelled, shocked to see her.
She looked up, and her eyes went wide. "What are you doing here?" she asked, backing up as if she could run back inside to hide.
"We took the potion!"
"I can see that."
"It didn't work."
"I can see that too." She whispered, not at all surprised.
"Why?"
"I didn't want it to." She didn't even look guilty.
She was huddled in the corner, looking stubborn
"Why would you do that? We wanted to enter."
She looked upset, scared, and sad, "I didn't want you to get hurt."
She looked heartbroken and done for. Her eyes had bags, and her skin was shallow. She avoided Their eyes and looked down, never once looking at any part of them. Fred's heart melted at her voice. She sounded rough and tired.
"Really? Why?" He asked, his voice softening.
"You're both important to me. I couldn't watch you get hurt doing something crazy."
"We care about you, too. So, can you fix this? And then tell us what happened." Fred asked her.
She nodded and pulled out two tiny vials filled with blue liquid. They drank them down, and slowly, their beards fell off to the floor, coloring it with their once-gray hair.
"Now what happened?"
She walked past them.
They followed.
"He kissed me, and I started thinking about things." She said simply as if that was clear enough.
"What things?"
"You guys."
They narrowed their eyes, "What about us?" they asked, their arms crossed behind their backs, following her side by side but never touching.
"If I like you, one of you, both of you," she muttered so low they could barely hear her.
Fred and George were silent. They arrived at her class and stopped. She looked at them, "You're dating those girls now, so it's not a big deal. Forget it," told them, frowning again, and now they felt the full weight of her sadness, her confusion, and her heartbreak.
"I'm not!" Fred said. He took her arms in his, and George fell back watching.
"What?"
"I'm not with Katie anymore, Hunn."
She stared back blankly, not answering or saying anything.
Fred looked scared and nervous, "And I like you. I like you a lot and have for a long time." He blurted out to her.
George felt his heart hurt watching and listening to them, so he walked away.
His heart was screaming at him to go back, to tell her he loved her too, that she was beautiful, and that he wanted her, but he kept walking away.
His chest tightened, and he felt tired and sad. He left them staring, confused, and waiting for an answer.
An answer he wouldn't hear.