The Trio woke the next morning feeling rested before the sun rose. The room was dark, and Hunn scooted as close to her men as she could manage, wanting to be pressed as close as possible to their bodies.
Feeling frisky and bored, she tugged at Georges' hair until he woke up.
"Bloody hell, woman, the sun isn't even up. Go back to sleep. Crazy bat," He muttered, rolling over and falling asleep.
She huffed, pouting as he moved away further from her fingers, and he stiffened in the next moment, staying silent.
"Hunn?" he whispered into the darkness of the room.
Smiling, she reached across the distance he created and slipped her fingers into his hair, "Yes?" she asked, tugging at the knotted strands.
He sat bolt upright in bed and stared down at her, "You're really here? Yesterday wasn't something crazy I dreamed up?" he asked, waiting for her to disappear.
"No, I'm really here. Yes, everything about yesterday was real," she told him, smiling, slightly nervous.
He reached for her and gathered her into his arms, placing her on his lap so he could hold her. Fred moved close and curled around her legs, resting on George's lap.
"George, how is this going to work?" she asked into the darkness.
"I don't know?"
She peeked outside their drapes and saw Lee was still asleep, his arm hanging outside his drapes and his snores filling the room, "What do we do?"
"We'll be happy. That's all we can do, Hunn."
She curled closer, "What will people think?"
"Oh, who gives a damn!" Fred muttered, lifting his head, his knotted hair stuck up in all directions, "Hunn, I love you, George loves you, and I don't give a flying fuck what anyone else thinks. They aren't the ones sharing this bed at night," He plopped his head back down and buried his head against her thighs.
"What about your family? What about your mum?"
"Mum loves you more than she loves us. You don't have to worry about anything," George said, squeezing her close so she could snuggle deeper into his chest.
"What about Angelina?" She whispered this time.
He shifted uncomfortably, "I'll break up with her today. Tell her it's me and not her and ask if we can be friends," He shrugged, not really knowing what else to say.
It was true. It really was him, and not her, and he wouldn't mind being her friend. She was a lovely girl, just not one he wanted to shag.
"That's so cruel, George."
"What? It's the truth. Do you want me to stay with her?" he asked, looking down at her, utterly confused.
"No, I don't, just don't be mean about it," she scolded him.
"I'll try. I promise to try, but I can't promise she won't think I'm mean."
Hunn sat up and looked at him as she ran her fingers through Fred's hair while he snored on her lap, "Is this weird? The three of us? What will happen when we leave school?"
"Do you think this is weird?" He asked, looking at her.
"No. I mean, maybe. What if you or George get jealous of each other?"
He chuckled, shaking the bed slightly before he buried his face against her hair, "Me jealous of Fred? Don't you think that would have happened last night when I saw you snogging right in my arms?" he laughed again, "Silly girl."
"George, shut up. You're so loud, you git," Fred muttered, face buried in her legs.
Hunn tugged at Fred's hair, trying to tug him out from between her thighs, "Wake up. Talk with us, Fred. Please?"
He rolled over face up in the middle of the bed, and narrowed his eyes at us, "You two are crazy."
She leaped for him, pleased with herself, landing across his stomach, "You're up, Fred. Finally, I need your attention!"
He curled up around her, and they hid under the blankets.
"What I'm not enough?" George laughed, lunging under the blankets with them.
George lay atop her, wrapping his arms around her, letting his lips kiss her senseless as Fred's hand played with her hair. George gripped moved to grip her hips firmly in his larger hands, holding her still under him so she couldn't run away.
Hunn trailed her fingers over his arms and felt his muscles flex under her attention. Fred's hand slipped around and cupped her arse, squeezing it. She gasped against George's mouth and dug her nails into his arms as Fred's hands squeezed and touched her. Moving from her arse to between her legs, massaging her thighs and bottom.
She felt like she was on fire, burning from the inside out with wet heat pooling between her thighs.
"Oh, god," she moaned against George. Turning her face away, she looked at Fred, his lips attached to hers, and he kissed her with everything he had as his hands squeezed at her inner thighs, moving higher to where they met in the middle.
George buried his face against her chest and kissed her neck and collarbone, trailing slowly to the tops of her breasts. He sucked and nipped at the delicate skin while Hunn moaned again, louder this time, unable to control her reaction, arching her back against George and pulling his hair tighter.
"Stop!" Lee shouted from his bed.
Hunn froze, panting and nearly crying from losing their mouths against her body, while George laughed. Fred flopped down onto the floor. She leaned over the edge and between the drapes to look out at Fred, shocked and sitting on the floor as Lee covered his eyes, trying to stand from his bed without seeing.
"Lee, we're decent. You can uncover your eyes," she laughed, embarrassed.
"Hunn?" he asked, peeking between his fingers.
George rested his head on her shoulder, smiling, "Were you three in bed?" Lee asked, mouth hanging open.
She blushed and looked away as Fred got up and clapped Lee on the back, "Yes, Lee. She was in bed with us all night, and you didn't hear anything out like a light," He laughed at Lee's confused face.
"Fred!" she yelled, "Lee, we didn't do anything, I promise," She assured him, blushing bright red from her neck.
"Don't tell him that Hunn. He'll think we've lost our way," George laughed, squeezing her against him.
"Your way?" she asked them, "What way?" She looked between them before wiggling off the bed to stand with her hands on her hips.
Realizing how it sounded, they frowned, "No way. Nothing. You're our girl, Hunn. I promise," Fred said, landing on his knees before her.
She huffed and looked away, tilting her chin up. He stood and cupped her face to make her look at him, "I promise, Hunn, you're our girl," he whispered sweetly. George approached behind her to kiss her neck while Fred kissed her cheek.
Lee looked at them, confused. His mouth was hanging open, and his eyes were wide, shocked, while he processed, "You three are really together? What about Angelina?" he asked, trying to put the pieces together.
"Yeah, we're together, Lee. Just us three," Fred said, smiling wide and brightly at him.
"Angelina and I are no more. I'm gonna break it off today."
"You're really together?" he asked, eyes on Hunn, waiting for her confirmation.
"Yeah," she nodded to his amusement, "We are. Is there something wrong, Lee?" she asked him nervously.
He smiled and laughed, "No! Not at all! I've been waiting for them to do something about you forever!" he threw his arms out and hugged her tightly.
"Really?" she asked, smiling, wrapping her arms around him, feeling relieved.
"Yeah. They talk about you non-stop. Hunn this. Hunn that. Why won't she love us?" he mocked in a high-pitched voice.
She giggled, and Fred grabbed her.
"You teased us, woman!" he said as his finger dug into her side, tickling.
She howled.
Lee didn't reject them or think they were weird. It was a wonderful start.
"We have class in two hours. We should get ready. I have to get back to my common room," she told them, out of breath and tired again.
"No, you don't," they said together, grinning wide.
"Some of your clothes got mixed in with ours. You can change here, and we can go to class together." George explained, smiling.
She smiled and nodded. They searched their trunks and produced a full set of her uniform clothes pressed and folded perfectly, "We didn't touch them. Didn't want to wrinkle them."
"There is a spell for that, you know," she trotted off into the bathroom on the other side of the room and changed. Her hair was messy, and her robes were ruffled and wrinkled. She waved her wand at them and freshened them up as much as possible.
Fixing her hair with her usual spell, she used George's toothbrush before she stepped out into the room again.
She froze in the doorway to the bathroom.
George and Fred had their backs to her, their shirts were off, and suddenly, she knew why Angelina and Katie had a crush on her twins. Under their robes were lean and toned bodies. She could feel it when she hugged them and when they held her, but seeing it with her own eyes was different.
Muscles under a thin layer of fat rolled as they moved, defining them and making her feel hot as she watched them. Her mouth went dry, and she couldn't think.
She was speechless and thoughtless about everything except them for the first time in her life.
Fred turned and found her staring, her face heated up. He nudged George, and they started laughing as they saw her stuck to that spot on the floor.
George walked up to her shirt still off, and wrapped his arms around her.
Hunn whimpered lowly. He felt his arms and pressed himself against her front. His chest was firm, and she rested her head against it, struggling to breathe. He groaned, feeling her hot breath against his skin, but more than that, he felt her breasts pressed against his chest, too. Fred curled around her back and wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing against her bottom.
She felt his hard length against her, and she clenched her thighs together, trying not to wiggle too much as they teased her.
"I think we broke her, George," Fred laughed, rubbing his arms down her sides.
"I know we did because she doesn't seem to be breathing," He pulled away and waved his hand in front of her face. Growling, she hit him in the chest, and he yelped, leaping back as Fred laughed.
"Get dressed before we miss breakfast, you two," She blushed and flopped down on the bed, feeling flustered and turned on more than she had ever felt in her entire life.
They howled with laughter, and when dressed, they gathered their bags and walked out arm in arm. Down the narrow stairs, she walked behind them on their heels. They were laughing and smiling, just ready for another day.
When they emerged from the boy's stairway, Angelina waited eagerly and leaped onto Fred hanging from his neck. When Hunn emerged from behind them, she frowned sourly.
"What was she doing up there, George?" she asked, sliding to her feet again, pressing her body down Fred as she went, her arms still around his neck.
"First off, I'm Fred, Angelina." He said, removing her arms from his neck.
She moved over to George and tried to wrap her arms around him, and he slithered away, standing behind Hunn for cover.
She put her hands on her hips, "Sorry, Fred. George, what was she doing up there?" she was near tears. Her dark eyes were swimming in sorrow and anger.
"Angelina," George started, but she started to cry, pushing Hunn down and throwing her arms around him. "Angelina. No. Don't. We need to talk." He said as he tried to push her off him.
Fred helped Hunn to her feet and pulled her to the couches where they waited. They could hear her cry and scream that it was unfair for what seemed like forever.
After a while, George walked up to them, and she was leaving in a rage, screaming that George was a jerk and was awful for leading her on the way he did. He hung his head low, and Hunn wrapped her arms around him, giving him a quick squeeze before she placed her hand in his and Fred's to lead them from the common room and down to the great hall.
"George, I'm sorry," She told him quietly.
He smiled and said, "Don't worry about it, love. She's mad now, but she'll get over it. Besides, now I have the chance to focus on you."
They sat at the Gryffindor table, and he wrapped a hand around her waist while Fred slung his arm around her shoulders from the other side. They leaned in and whispered in her ears, "All our time is yours now, sweetheart." They kissed her cheeks and released her to start eating.
The whispers started all around them. She tried to ignore them, tried to pretend she didn't hear them whispering about Andon and what a whore she was for kissing him and the twins in just a few days.
Hunn hung her head low, picked at some toast the twins covered in jam and placed on her plate. Everyone started flooding into the great hall, and chatter was all around them, deafening.
Harry and Ron sat across from them and started to stuff their faces, talking around mouths full of food and juice. Hermione sat beside Ron and looked at Hunn for a long time. Ginny joined her, and they started to whisper, heads bowed low and hair covering their faces.
Fred leaned his head against Hunn's shoulder, and George placed his arm around her waist. Ginny's eyes went wide, and she pulled at Hermione, and they whispered again.
"Hunn?" Hermione asked slowly, cautiously.
She looked up at her, as did the twins, "Yes?"
"I heard something this morning while walking down the great hall."
"Yes?" Hunn asked, lowering her head. She knew exactly where this was going.
"Did you finally start dating the twins?" she asked, leaning forward eagerly.
Ginny leaned forward over the eggs, "Yeah, has it finally happened? Can I send a letter to Mum?" she asked, smiling.
Hunn blushed, and the twins laughed, "Yes, we have started dating," Fred blurted with a huge smile.
"Well, not Fred and I," George added in clarifying.
"Just me and Hunn, and Hunn and George." Fred put in, pointing at each of them.
Hunn blushed and turned away from Hermione as she smiled and giggled with Ginny.
Fred turned her head to look at him, and he kissed her full-on in front of everyone at the table, with a loud muah, and pop in the end.
George took his turn and held her face in his hand so he could kiss her tenderly. Hermione and Ginny squealed as the hall burst into even more whispers and bowed heads. Hunn hid her face in George's neck, and he laughed.
The twins stiffened next to her, and their hands balled into fists. When she lifted her head up to see what was going on. Flint was standing there with a few other Slytherins, "So, Hunn. I hear you really downgraded to two pieces of blood traitor trash. To think there were rumors you snagged Andon from Dumstrang. I should have known better," he spoke from behind Hermione and Ginny, with a wicked smile on his face.
"Bug off Flint. You're stinking up our table with your pureblood trash," George growled at him, his hands holding onto Hunn's knee tightly, his fingers digging in.
Flint frowned, "At least I know my worth, your blood traitor family has nothing to show for their bloodline other than seven mangy mutts and a whore who's dating their sons." He spat back.
Fred stood up, knocking his pumpkin juice over. Hunn grabbed him by the hand and tried to pull him back down, but George also stood up, making her efforts useless.
"Hunn, control your blood traitors the best you can. Don't know what I saw in you before." He walked away, stomping out of the great hall.
"I'm gonna get him one day," George said, sitting back down.
"We will." Fred agreed, scowling.
Sighing, Hunn got up, and the twins followed. They left the Great Hall together, and together, they went to Charms in silence.
"Don't worry, Hunn. Everything will be fine." George said, holding her hand hand.
"Yeah, It'll all be alright. We're together, and there's nothing anyone can do about it." Fred told her, smiling reassuringly.
She looked up at them, "Yeah, I know. I'll see you guys after class, alright?" She smiled at them and kissed them each on the cheek before entering class.
Everything was slow after that. The Slytherins smirked and called her names in the hall, and everyone else resorted to whispers as she passed.
Really, she was fine with it. The way she felt when she was with the twins made it all worth it in the end. She didn't have a reason to care what anyone else thought.
The weeks passed slowly, a blur of classes and dinners in the great hall. She spent her nights in bed with the twins, but Lee made them promise no funny business at night when he was trying to sleep.
She blushed and ignored the twin's awful jokes about silencing charms. Everything slowed down. Eventually, people whispered and giggled as she walked past, but Angelina was still sore about it all. She refused to talk to them, and Katie took her side, claiming Fred mistreated her by leaving.
They spent their nights working on the joke products together, letting out fumes through the window and paying first years to test them. They were coming along, but they weren't perfect yet.
It was Halloween night, and the feast was approaching.
Hunn left her last class and found the twins waiting for her. She walked to them and wrapped them in a tight hug, tired and ready for some sweet treats.
When they entered the great hall, it was decked out in orange and black with pumpkins everywhere. It was beautiful the way everything glowed and sparkled in the dim lighting. They sat with the trio and waited for the feast.
The room filled fast, and Dumbledore spoke and released the food, which they devoured.
It was the best part of the year.
Stuffed with sweets and feeling thoroughly loved and cared for by George and Fred, Hunn let her eyes close while she rested against them. They kept chatting and eating, giving her soft touches and kisses when they checked on her.
Dumbledore stood and cleared his throat as everyone finished, "And now the moment you've all been waiting for, the champion selection!" he roared as he approached the goblet blue flame. It spat out a name, and it drifted down. He caught it, and the hall fell silent, "The Durmstrang champion is ... Viktor Krum!" he screamed
The hall cheered, and Viktor stood and approached Dumbledore. They shook hands, and he stood off to the side.
The hall fell silent once again. The goblet's fire enlarged and threw out another name, "The champion from Beauxbatons... Fleur Delacour!" he called out. Whoops and hollers filled the hall, and she danced to the front of the hall and bowed before him.
The goblet went crazy, turning pink and gold as it spit out the last name, "The Hogwarts champion... Cedric Diggory." The hall erupted into cheers, and the twins started to scream. "We have a chance." They yelled into her ear.
As Ceddric approached the front, Dumbledore spoke again, "Excellent! we now have our three champions! But in the end, only one will go down in history. Only one will hoist this chalice of champions, this vessel of victory, the tri-wizard cup!" A silvery chalice was revealed to the hall, and everyone cheered for their victor.
Behind Dumbledore, the goblet of fire went crazy, turning pink and blue and spitting out an ember red paper. He snatched it from the air, "Harry Potter. Harry Potter?" the hall fell silent.
"Harry Potter!" he screamed to the hall. Harry stood and walked to the front of the hall as everyone whispered.
"He's not even seventeen yet!" someone called out angrily.
Hunn was shocked. There's no way he could have managed it.
The hall went silent, and as the champions left, they were all dismissed to their common rooms for the night.
Hunn looked at George, "Poor Harry," she told him
"Don't worry about Harry," Fred told her, sliding into bed.
"Yeah, don't worry about Harry. He's always getting into these things," George finished for him, pulling her into the bed with him. The large shirt she wore rode up, and he slowly slipped his hand up her thigh from behind, leaving goosebumps along the way.
"Some way, somehow." Fred finished pulling her down onto his chest.
"Wow. Well, this will be one hell of a year," she finished, pulling George's hand up to her waist under the covers.
He grumbled and kissed her good night.
They snuggled into bed until the early hours of the morning, watching the sun come up, and listening to Lee's snores in the night. She rested her head against Fred's chest as George curled around her back, hands on her hips as they fell asleep.