Hunn ran away from Fred. Her heart hurt to leave him, but she loved George too.
She couldn't turn her back on him even if he didn't want to be with her.
She ran out of the kitchen, leaving Fred and Hooky behind. She descended the stairs to the first floor, sneaking off to the library and creeping through the corridors. She paused to catch her breath, resting her back against the wall.
She couldn't give up George, but she couldn't give up Fred either. Could she have Fred without George? Did I want that?
How wrong would it be to have one half of a pair of twins and always fantasize about the other, too?
No, she wanted George, too. She felt empty, having kissed Fred and forgotten George for a moment. She wanted them both to see them smile for the rest of her life and hear them laugh. To be their family, to start a family.
Start a family? God, that's too soon, too much, but one day?
Yeah, one day, she wanted a family.
Avoiding the prefects and teachers patrolling in the night. Hunn was about to turn the corner, nearing the library, when she heard a loud giggle.
"Come on, George, we have to get back to the common room before we're caught," She giggled again, laughing loudly and skipping around in the corridor.
Hunn peeked her head around the corner. It was George and Angelina. She was hanging on his neck, laughing and smiling, jumping around without a care. George was smiling. He looked happy.
His smile would come and go as they danced. It was a big smile but nowhere near as bright as it was over the summer.
Hunn watched them laugh and smile momentarily, feeling her heart break inside her chest. He seemed happy.
Angelina moved to kiss him, and Hunn watched in slow motion as her puckered lips neared his cheek, and she felt sick. Her dark skin shone like bronze chocolate gold in the torchlight. She moved closer, but George moved, so her lips touched his cheek instead.
She laughed, playing along with his joke.
Hunn wanted him happy, but it hurt her not to be the one dancing with him. She reflected on all the moments they had over the summer, laughing and playing jokes on Ron and Percy.
She missed that, having them both to herself.
She sucked it up, wiped her eyes, and straightened her robes before walking near them, trying not to be seen.
Angelina froze, turning around to watch her, "Hunn. What are you doing here?" Angelina asked, her eyes narrowing, and she looked unhappy to see her.
"Sorry to disturb you. I'm on my way to the library," Hunn's voice broke. She gave her a small smile and tried to ignore George.
Her eyes traveled to him momentarily, and she felt sorrow, empathy, and pity rush over her from George, filling her chest and breaking her down inside. Tears filled her eyes, and she looked away before rushing away from them. She could hear Angelina's giggles as she raced away.
Angelina was beautiful in how her skin glowed and gleamed in the red, orange torchlight that filled the corridors. Hunn's heart was breaking because she complimented and contrasted him in almost every way. Her dark skin meshed with his and made him appear even more flawless. Her eyes were knowing and beautifully deep, while he had goofy, naughty green eyes. They were perfect for each other meeting and matching in every way.
Her heart broke to think of their lips touching, their hands roaming and loving each other's bodies. To think of them stuck in a broom cupboard made her cringe. Her feet moved faster. She wanted to reach the library and hide before someone found her roaming the corridors with tears in her eyes. She looked up and saw the entrance to the library glowing in the night, her haven.
A hand clutched my shoulder, jerking her to a stop, and she froze where she stood. Her heart turned to ice inside her chest.
"Hunn?" George whispered into the darkness, hand holding onto her shoulder tightly.
Hunn didn't answer, only stood there wallowing in her own sadness, not wanting him to see. Not trusting her own voice.
"Hunn. I can feel your sadness. It's filling my chest. What happened?" he asked, turning her around to face him forcefully.
She must have been full-blown crying by then. Her face was damp, her eyes were sore and puffy, and her head was pounding in her skull. Her eyes fell to the floor, staring at his shoes, old black worn down from the years. George's larger hand came up and cradled her cheek, his thumb wiping away her tears and lifting her eyes to meet his.
"Fred kissed me," she choked out through sobs. He pulled her into his chest quickly.
"That bloody dunderhead. I told him to take it slowly. I'm sorry, Hunn." He hugged her close and squeezed her against his body.
She shook her head, struggling to break free of his tight hold on her, "No, George."
"What?" He pulled back and looked at her, a little confused.
Hunn wiped her face with the back of her hand, "I liked kissing him, " she said, voice breaking at the end.
"Did he move too far? I'll get that bloody idiot for pressuring you."
"No, George, it's you!" she told him, frustrated now.
He pointed at himself, upset, "Me? What did I do?" His frown etched into his face, deepening as he waited for her to explain.
"He brought you up."
"He kissed you and talked about me? Talk about sad." he laughed, hugging her again.
Her heart broke every second he ignored what she was trying to say to him.
Taking a deep breath, she pulled away and stepped back, "No, George. It's you. I kissed him, and I loved every second of it. It was perfect, but to think that I would never get to kiss you. Or to think that I would have to close my heart off from you broke me. He told me not to worry about you. I can't do that, George. I would rather be alone than have to close myself off from you completely."
"Hunn, I don't understand what you're saying." He stepped close again and held her by the shoulders, waiting patiently for her to explain.
"George, our spell under the full moon was old Latin magic. You thought It was to bind three friends forever, but it was to bind three lovers. George, it was a magnification-binding spell. It took whatever we were feeling and magnified it by ten. What we felt before the spell was probably nothing for you, but now it is everything. I love you and Fred. I figured it out after Andon kissed me. It felt so wrong. It physically hurt me to touch him that way."
"Hunn. What are you trying to say?"
"George, I love you. I love you so much. But I love Fred also. Fred kissed me tonight, and I never wanted to stop. But he told me not to worry about you, and I couldn't. I couldn't, George. I don't care what the spell really did to us. I would rather be alone than be with only one of you. If you're happy with Angelina, forget I ever said anything."
Hunn turned away from him to walk away, but he grabbed her and pulled her back into his chest.
"Hunn." He didn't say anymore; he just held her tightly. His fingers gripped the hair at the base of her neck, and he didn't let go. When his grip relaxed, Hunn leaned back and looked up at him. He had tears in his eyes but wiped them away with the back of his hand.
He wove his fingers into Hunn's hair and kissed her. Leaning down to meet her halfway. George kissed her sweetly and slowly. He didn't stop, pushing her into the wall behind them before slipping his tongue between her lips. Bringing their bodies together so he could hold her to him with everything he had. His hand slipped down to her bum, lifted her into the air, and pressed her fully against the wall again.
Hunn wrapped her legs around him, wove her fingers into his unruly, wild red hair, and held on tight. She could feel the hard length of him pressing between her legs locked around his waist, and when she rocked into him, he groaned, agonizing at the contact.
He pulled back slightly and softly pecked her lips before resting his forehead against hers.
"George?" she whispered, her lips brushing against his in the silence.
"I love you too."
"Angelina?" she asked, all the questions bundled into the one word. Tasting like vinegar in her mouth.
"Don't," he whispered back, touching her mouth.
She shoved his hand away, "George, I need to know how you felt before we did the spell."
"Before? God, I wanted you before. I wanted everything with you."
"What about Fred?" She asked, resting her head against his chest, and he held her, still leaning their bodies into the wall tangled together.
"What about Fred?"
Hunn looked at him and gave him a stupid face.
How could he possibly not know?
"What about Fred liking me too, George? This isn't normal. Two people don't just get together one day out of the blue and decide they're both going to date the same person."
He laughed. A belly laugh that echoed through the halls, "Hunn, baby, we had this planned. We dreamed about it and talked about it constantly. What it would be like to be with you, just us three together. You're a brilliant Quidditch player. Smart as all hell and beautiful. We settled on friends, figuring you would never want anything more with us. And I mean us, Hunn. Fred wants you the way I do in all the same ways and even more. We want to be together with you, for you, and only you. Everything that it means to love someone we want to give you. Little redheaded babies, a house with your own library, and anything else you can think of. We gave up after a while and lost hope. I mean, were the worst-behaved students in this castle besides Harry, Ron, and Hermione."
She looked up at him, searching his eyes and their link for anything false. She came up with nothing. "Then why did you start dating Angelina," she asked, staring into his eyes, waiting.
He ran his fingers through his hair, "I thought we could never have you. I thought we could never be together. I didn't even think Fred and I stood a chance. And when those Dumstrang lads came prancing through the hall, and I knew we were screwed. So I stayed with Angelina even though her lips felt like sand, and when she laughed, I wanted to stuff a quill or two in my ears. She's a good girl, but not the one for me, and never would be either. She was always a second choice compared to you."
Hunn felt her heart swell, and she hugged him as tight as she could, never wanting to let go. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"I thought you would leave or just stop being our friend after you found out how much we wanted from you."
"George, we were already bonded."
"I know. I know it's stupid. I'm sorry."
Her brows knitted together, "What about Angelina now?" she asked, frowning.
"I'll end it. Tomorrow morning. Or tonight if you want. Just please don't change your mind already." His eyes begged, and his grip on her tightened.
"No, I won't change my mind. I couldn't stop loving either of you if I tried. Besides, there's no way out of this spell after all," she giggled at him when he sighed in relief.
"Do you feel forced? Because of the spell?"
She wrapped him in her arms and squeezed, "No, I felt connected to you long before the spell. You were both on my mind constantly. I don't know how open I would have been to a trio relationship. It's not something often done to my knowledge, but now, if you and Fred think we can make this work between us, I want to try. I want to be with you, both of you." She told him honestly.
Someone cleared their throat behind them, and George turned with her still in his arms and found Fred shuffling his feet and running his fingers through his long lion mane of hair.
"Do you mean it?" Fred asked, looking lost.
Hunn nodded. Tears sprang from her eyes, and George set her down. She ran to Fred and hugged him tightly. He returned her embrace and squeezed her tight to his chest, knotting his fingers through her hair and kissing her again before pulling her feet from the ground and wrapping her short legs around him.
George embraced her from behind, burying his face in her neck, and they stood in a group hug in the middle of an empty corridor right outside the library.
Just another reason to love the library.
"I don't know how this is going to work. Or how people will react, but I don't care as long as I have you both. Please." She whispered into Fred's neck.
"Of course, fair maiden. Forever and always, we will be your knights in shining armor," They whispered into her ears, sending a spark down to her toes, kissing her cheeks, and setting her down.
Entwining their arms together, they walked to the Gryffindor common room. Marching up to their room, they huddled into George's bed and fell asleep. Their arms wrapped around her in the middle of the still-to-small bed, and their hearts beat in time.
They finally felt at ease. Happy, joyful, just being together. Everything else they would figure out later.