The weeks passed fairly, monotonously, after the champions were chosen.
Harry was chosen, and people were angry, but he protested that he didn't put his name in the goblet of fire. He was outcast by all other than the twins, Hunn, Hermione, and Ginny.
Ron refused to speak to him, believing he didn't want to share his secret to getting into the tournament with him. Everything was tense and felt like it was falling apart.
Ron wouldn't speak to his best friend. Hermione was crowding Ginny. Hunn together always with them trying to break up any fighting.
Everything was a mess.
Hogsmeade weekend was coming up, and the twins refused to go with Hunn, claiming they had something to do. It hurt her feelings something dreadful, but she pretended that she could spend her time studying in the library, and honestly, she probably would, but this time she didn't want to.
She had wanted to go on a date.
Hermione and Ginny said they would go with her so she wouldn't sit inside the castle alone all weekend, but it seemed sad now that her own boyfriends had turned her down.
When she woke up Friday morning to find the bed empty, she patted around to find a foot or a leg and returned empty-handed. Confused, she sat up, peeked her head out of the drapes, and found Fred and George whispering in the corner of the room by the window with Lee.
She hid back behind the drapes, listening to them the best she could.
"We don't know what to get her," George whined.
"You'll find something at Hogsmeade tomorrow," Lee reassured them, sounding just as put out as they did.
They all sighed.
"Yeah, you're right. We'll have to keep looking."
"Do you have any ideas?" Lee asked.
Before the twins could say anything to ruin what they were up to, Hunn slid the drapes open and yawned as loud as she could manage, "Good morning!" she called to them, grinning as she tossed her legs over the edge of the bed.
"Morning, love," George said from across the room, smiling nervously.
"Morning, Hunn! I'll see you three at breakfast!" Lee smiled as he left, and before she knew it, he closed the door behind himself and was gone.
"What bit him in the bum?" She asked with a raised brow.
Hunn reached for her wand and ran it over her hair, detangling it and waving it behind her back. They watched her work her magic, a look of awe in their eyes.
Fred ran and flopped onto the bed beside her before pulling her into his arms, "Good morning, love," he murmured against her lips, kissing her.
He kissed her face all over, causing her to tumble into laughter, "Fred, no. I haven't brushed my teeth yet. It's gross."
Fred pulled her closer and kept kissing her, "George!" she yelled, "Please."
Fred started to tickle her, and she screeched in laughter, "You sound like a Harpy woman," he teased, pinning her down to the bed underneath him. His fingers roamed all over her middle and down to her hips.
George climbed into the bed beside her and laughed as she shrieked under Fred's heavy body, holding her in place.
George started to play with her hair, ignoring her pleas.
"George, help me!"
He smiled and continued to ignore her as Fred worsened his assault, "Fred, stop," she was laughing non-stop, and her arms flailed about, almost hitting them both upside the head.
Fred pinned her arms to the bed and kissed her roughly as George played with her hair, curling it around his fingers and tugging it to expose her neck to them.
Hunn kissed Fred, nipping at his lips before he pulled away to suck at the sweet spot on her neck. George held her by the hair. A bite of pain mixed with the pleasure that Fred was giving her made her moan. Their chests heaved in time, and his hands traveled down to the hem of her shirt and under the edge, feeling her smooth skin against his rough palm.
Hunn pulled away momentarily to catch her breath, and George snagged her lips for his own, holding her face to his.
Fred's fingers neared the underside of her bare breast. One finger trailed over the curve before he cupped her tit in his hand. It overflowed his hold slightly, and he groaned.
Hunn whimpered into George's mouth, slipping his tongue in with hers. She held George by the nape of his neck and Fred by the hem of his shirt as he pulled her top up and over her head, breaking her kiss with George for a moment before he reclaimed her mouth in another fierce lip lock.
The cool morning air nipped across her skin as Fred's hands roamed. His mouth planted kisses as he moved down her body. His tongue hit her nipple, and she gasped, arching her chest into his mouth.
Fred latched on, lavishing attention on her breasts while massaging and squeezing the other. He switched to the other side, allowing the cold air to hit her.
A whimper escaped her lips as George wrapped a gentle hand around her neck. Hunn wrapped her legs around Fred's body, pulling him closer. He chucked before returning to her chest.
Hunn's nails dug into his back, overwhelmed by the pleasure building up but still missing something, not knowing fully what it was.
Her skin felt hot, and she was panting now, trying to catch her breath as George moved to kiss and bite at the soft spot on her neck. She arched her back off the bed and held Fred's head by his hair to keep him close.
"Fred, George," she whined softly, sounding frustrated and needy.
George paused his assault and whispered against her skin, "Yes, love?"
His voice had dropped slightly, and his hot breath against her skin tickled. The deep, smooth voice sent tingles down her spine and straight between her legs.
"Oh, god," she called out as Fred rolled her nipple between his teeth and plucked the other with his fingers. George pulled at her hair and bit along her neck. She couldn't breathe. They were stealing her breath away.
"Stop, guys. Please," she moaned out in a low breath.
They froze against her skin and lifted their eyes to look at her, "Hunn, did we do something wrong?" Fred asked, voice breaking.
"No. No. God no, Fred."
He raised himself up and buried his face in her neck, "Then why did you make us stop?" he groaned. She could feel his hardness pushing against her hip, and she groaned.
George hid his face in her hair and wrapped his arms around Fred and over her waist.
"We're going to be late," she told them obviously.
They laughed.
Their laughs shook her body, and they squeezed her tighter.
George sat up and looked her in the eyes, his smile faded, "Is that really it? You don't want to be late to Muggle studies?" he asked skeptically.
She kissed his lips but avoided his eyes and nodded, "Come on. We must go, or we really will be late. As is, we might not get to breakfast," She wiggled until Fred rolled off of her and onto the bed.
Gathering her clothes up, she ran to the loo in a flash. She sat on the edge of the sink and took deep breaths. Her face was on fire, and her body tingled beyond what she thought possible. They turned her into mush and made it hard for her to think at all.
Hunn dressed quickly, trying to shake the needy urge to beg to skip class today. She knew they would give in.
She pressed her ear against the door and heard nothing, no matter how hard she tried. When she pulled the door open, George fell to the floor, and Fred landed on top of him in a heap.
Hunn cocked her hip and stared down at them, "What in the world were you two doing against the door?" she asked, crossing her arms and pretending she hadn't been doing the same.
"Well, we were," Fred stuttered, at a loss for words.
"We were waiting to get in." George supplied, shrugging as if it were normal to fall into the bathroom after waiting for it.
He sprang up and placed his hands on her shoulders to move her to the side so they could pass through.
"Yeah! You're not the only one who needs to clean up before class, missy," Fred sassed back.
George's hands joined Fred's on her shoulder, and they shoved her out into the room, closing the door behind her with a thud.
She sat on the bed and waited for them before giving in, laying back on the blankets, and sighing. They set her body on fire, and she didn't know what to do with that.
Flint always tried to push her past kissing, but she was never comfortable enough to let him expose her like the twins did.
They touched her, and she wanted to do nothing but give in to their hands and mouths and spend the day in bed with them both.
Everything else be damned, including classes.
They burst out of the bathroom, looking the same as before. She sat on her elbows and gave them a once-over, "Looking good, you two. Are you ready now?"
"Yes, sassy skirt, we are ready."
"Come on, lazy bones were going to be late," George insisted, lifting her up by the elbows and scooping her into his arms.
He carried her down the stairs and into the empty common room. Everyone must be in the great hall already.
He set her on her feet, and they walked arm in arm together to Muggle studies. Outside the class, the twins pulled her to the side and looked her in the eyes.
"Hunn. We know."
She looked at them and panicked, "Know what?"
"This morning. We pushed it too far."
Breathing deeply, she corrected them, "No, you didn't."
"We know we did." They argued back, standing firm.
Hunn pulled them away from the approaching students, "No, you didn't."
They rolled their eyes, "We know we did."
Huffing, she pinched their arms, "No, you didn't. I haven't... I mean, I've never," she trailed off into silence, trying to get them to fill in the blank without having to say it herself.
Their brows knit together, and after a long thought, they had an epiphany. They made a face and turned red from their necks to their ginger hair, "You mean?"
"You've never?" Fred asked, turning a deeper red.
"No, I haven't," she said, looking down. Her heart beat wildly in her chest, and embarrassment crept up.
They snacked her up into their arms and held her.
"Hunn. We had no idea."
Fred shook his head, "No clue. The way your hips moved with mine, I would have thought..."
She elbowed him before he could finish.
"You were brilliant upstairs, love. We clicked," George whispered in her ear.
She turned red at that and looked away from them.
"We'll wait. Until you're ready, love," Fred put in as George groaned in her ear.
"As long as it takes. Don't worry," Fred reassured, elbowing his brother in the ribs.
She shook her head and pinched them, "Not too long. I want you both, but I don't know what I'm doing," She told them honestly, turning a darker shade of red.
Fred and George's eyes went wide, and they began to speak but were cut off by a loud yell, "Weasleys', Rose-Singer!" Professor Charity Burbage yelled to us across the hall.
They scurried into the classroom past the chubby, wrinkled, and bitter old woman.
Hunn sat beside George in the back, and Fred claimed a seat in front of them with a mystery Hufflepuff.
George passed her a note. It was folded into a small cat. It wiggled its little ears, and she melted. Using her pointer finger, she patted it on the head, and it rubbed against her, loving the attention. It moved over to her open book and stretched, unfolding into George's note.
'We really didn't go too far?' he has scribbled on top.
She wrote back quickly, 'Heavens no. I liked it. All of it...' she confessed.
'P.s. I loved the little kitty! So cute.' She tapped the paper with her wand, and the kitten folded up again and returned to George.
The cat walked back and prowled in a small circle a few times before it unfolded again.
'You like cats?'
She took her quill and quickly scribbled back while Professor Burbage walked closer.
'Love cats. I had one when I was younger. She was beautiful.' The note folded again, and walked off.
"Are you two passing notes!?" Professor Burbage called out a row in front of us., "Hand it over!" she commanded. Our little kitten note ran. It ran to the edge of the table and jumped off the edge. It disappeared under Fred's chair, hiding.
Our professor planted herself before our table and held her hand out. "Hand it over."
"Don't know what you're talking about, Professor.' George told her, shrugging.
She narrowed her eyes and looked at Hunn, "Ms. Rose-Singer."
"Sorry, Professor, we don't have any notes," She said, avoiding her eyes.
She took out her wand and smirked. "Accio Fred Weasley's note." She spoke clearly, almost as if she'd won.
Nothing happened for a few moments. The class was silent, and no one dared breathe.
Nothing came to her. No pieces of paper came flying from anywhere in the room.
"Professor. Maybe you have the wand movement wrong," Hunn sassed, giving her a sweet little smile, "It's all in the wrist," Hunn pulled out her wand and flicked it to the right, directly at Flint, napping in the opposite corner of the class, "Accio Flint's trousers," she spoke clearly so it couldn't be confused.
The next second, the classroom broke out into laughter as Flint yelped. He was pulled up by the seat of his pants and pulled from his chair in her direction. His pants rose higher and higher on his waist, and his scream became lighter and more feminine the closer he got.
The class was in a fit of laughter as she broke the spell, and Flint fell in the middle of the room where everyone could see him. Fred was bent over at the waist in laughter as Flint dug his pants out of a very dark place as he waddled away.
George was in shock. His eyes never left hers, his mouth open in shock.
Professor Burbage was red in the face, "Ms. Rose-Singer. That is unacceptable! Detention! You and the Weasley boys! In my office, tonight after dinner. Disgraceful," she stomped away, muttering something about disrespect for fellow students.
It took her the rest of the class hour to calm everyone down enough to learn again. Ultimately, she gave a four-foot essay on using a Rubber duck, and the class ended. Everyone raced out to their next class.
Hunn packed up her things as the twins waited off to the side.
"Ready," she asked them as she held her hands out.
They grasped her hands firmly in their larger ones and led her out of the room.
Their arms brushed as they walked closer to her next class, History of Magic. People still whispered as they walked hand in hand with each other, but their constant laughter silenced the noise. She knew it was hard on them. Most of their friends didn't understand why the three of them were together, but they were strong for her, staying out late to always sneak her into the common room.
Leaving extra early or late so no one saw her leave. Their lives were harder, but their laughter kept the pain and shame away.
Over the weeks, their hearts blended into one. They did everything together, studied homework and meals. They were the other trio, always together.
"Hunn, you like cats?" Fred asked as they approached her class.
She looked at him and smiled, "I love cats, never had the time for one though, unfortunately." She stopped outside her class with the Hufflepuffs.
They gave each other a sly look and pecked her on her cheeks, "We'll see you after class, love." They walked away, and she couldn't help but stare after them.
She was a lucky woman.
The class passed quickly as the professor droned about the first tri-wizard tournament. A note landed on her book as she doodled tiny kittens.
Unfolding the note had animated stick figures.
She was repeatedly thrown on the floor and called a whore, 'One isn't enough', 'Greedy', and 'know it all whore' were bolded and flashing on the paper. She looked around and saw Angelina and Katie giggling in the corner of the room, huddled around their table, throwing glances in her direction.
The class was dismissed, and she gathered her things, balling the note in her fist before rushing to the corridor.
She ran into Fred and George waiting next to the door.
"Hey, wait up, Hunn," Fred said, grabbing her arm as she tried to flee.
"What's wrong?"
She shook her head, "No, you can't get away with that. What's up?" Fred asked again as George gathered her into his bear hug.
Hunn dropped the note into Fred's hand and hugged George back. She could hear him unfolding it, careful not to tear it.
"What the bloody hell is this shit?" he growled out
She gripped George tighter as he tried to see what Fred held, "What, give it here."
"What the hell. Who gave this to you?" She didn't say anything, "I swear to god, Hunn if you don't tell me now." He tried to pry her hold on him, but she wouldn't let go, "Hunn!"
"Angela, Kate," she mumbled.
"Angela and Kate?" he asked confused.
She didn't correct him, "Angelina and Katie, George, you idiot," Fred corrected.
The girls were leaving the classroom. She could hear their giggles and whispers.
"Did you see her face?" one asked
"Yeah! She looked as if she was going to cry!" Angelina laughed
George passed her off to Fred and marched away, "Hey. You twats!" he called out to them.
"Oh, George. How good to see you! I never get to talk to you, with her always around you. Look at the marks on her neck she walked in with today. They're practically purple. A real lady doesn't wear those with pride," She drawled, smirking.
Hunn covered her neck with her hands and hid beside Fred.
"That is none of your business, Angelina! Don't be so bitter and jealous. There's a reason we don't see each other. You're being a toxic bitch. You always were such a sore loser, Angelina. I didn't break up with you because she told me to. I wasn't tricked. I love her, and I never loved you." He told her loudly. A crowd was gathering around, caging them in.
Hunn dropped from Fred's arms and stood close to him, watching George handle everything.
"But George, we were having such a great time. I mean, we were always out so late together. We had fun." She claimed, moving close to him, squeezing his arm.
"No. You had fun. We did what you wanted and saw who you wanted. In that week we were together, you kept me from all my friends, even my own brother!" he yelled at her.
She flinched away, releasing him.
"Everyone better listen!" he turned to the crowd of students, "I love my girlfriend! She is the best thing to ever happen to my brother and me! We love each other and were happy."
He walked over to the crowd's edge and waited for their silence, "I will only say this once! She is not a whore. She is not a slut, and she is shared between my brother and me. This is our relationship, and I swear if I hear one more bloody first-year claim, they will take her away for a good time. I will hex you to the lake and back!" he yelled, threatening everyone who could hear.
Whispers were starting, and she couldn't bring herself to care now.
Hunn ran to him. She jumped into his outstretched arms and squeezed him.
"I love you, George," she told him, kissing his neck.
He squeezed her tightly, "Do we have to go to Arithmancy?" she whispered.
He laughed, "You're suggesting we skip?" he teased, squeezing her close.
"Our goody two shoes want to skip class?" Fred asked from behind, chuckling to himself.
Hunn dropped to her feet and crossed her arms, "Fine, we'll just go to class," she huffed. She started to walk away when they caught her by the scruff and pulled her back.
"Oh no. We're not letting you get away that quickly," George said in her ear.
"Yeah. We have work to do, love."
"Oh, yeah? What is that?"
They exchanged a devious look, "The snack boxes," They puffed up their chest and looked proud.
"Snack boxes?" she asked, very unimpressed.
"Yeah. For the edible pranks."
She laughed, "That's so simple though. It should be something more."
"More?" they said together, frowning.
"Yeah! Something like Sick snack boxes or skiving snack boxes. Something more." They walked in the direction of the Gryffindor common room hand in hand.
"I like that one!"
" Skiving snack boxes?"
"Yeah! It's perfect!" She laughed at their excitement.
They reached the portrait, and the fat lady gave them a dangerous look. "Password."
"Brave Heart," Fred said
She swung open slowly, "I know you don't go back to your common room at night, young lady. So, indecent." She scolded them as they walked through.
"How would you know? You're off philandering on the third floor at night," George accused her.
"I would never." She squeaked, flustered.
"We know you would. You love to meet that opera singer in the corner by the stairs. You can't fool us, lady." Fred said over his shoulder behind as the door closed.
The common room was full of older students and a few first years that linger about. Hunn laughed, and they all stared, wondering why she was howling in front of everyone. She had tears in her eyes. They didn't have a care in the world. They joked all the way to the room. She took out her potion kit and set it up by the window.
"I think I know what's wrong with the Puking pasties. We've been adding the two main ingredients at the same time. We should try to do it separately and see if that changes the length and intensity of the puking," she told them, stirring the base and adding the first ingredient.
They sat on the floor next to her and waited as she added and stirred until the thin potion turned thick and eventually into a soft putty after twenty long minutes.
She used her wand to roll it out and cut it into the correct pieces. Pulling out the other half and fusing them together. "Alright! We're set. Who's going?" She asked, turning to them and holding out the purple-white concoction.
They blanched and stared at her hand, "Oh god. I can't. My stomach is still recovering from the last time!" Fred said, gagging.
"Mine too! Let's get the first years to do it!" George said from behind his hand.
"Fine. Come on!" she said, springing up.
They followed her as she walked down to the common area. She saw a group of first-years sitting around the fire. They were laughing and giggling, little boys. "Stay here," she whispered to the twins, who nodded.
Hunn crept up behind the couch the boys were perched on and listened in.
"She's so hot!" one gushed out laughing.
"Bloody hell, she's perfect!" a smaller boy agreed.
"Ginny Weasley is the girl of my dreams."
She covered her mouth to stifle her laugh and took a deep breath. 'God, Ginny, your every boy's fantasy.' She took a deep breath to keep from laughing again. She popped up behind them, "Boo!" She yelled in a boy's ear. They screamed and fell to the floor, clutching their chest and looking scared.
"What are you doing!" they yelled at her from the floor. Hunn flipped her legs over the top of the couch and sat, looking down at them.
She crossed her arms and hid the puking pasties in her hands. She laughed, "You boys are cute. Crushing on Ginny. Adorable," She giggled as they blushed ruby red.
"Hey, you can't say anything!"
"Hmm. I can't? Last time I checked, I have a mouth and can talk to whomever I want. Besides, Ginny and I are best friends," she smiled sweetly.
"You can't! That's not fair!" One boy was tearing up, and she felt so bad, but research needs persisted.
"Well, I won't say something if you could do something for me?" She suggested.
The three boys hopped to their feet, "What!" they yelled, "Anything!" one boy added.
"I just need you to eat something for me," She held out the puking pasties, "You eat one end and then the other after a moment," She explained.
"Yes!" the little brown-haired boy agreed a second later.
She looked at the other boys, and they nodded.
Hunn pulled out her wand and summoned three buckets.
"Now, these will cause you to puke. After eating the purple half, I need you to eat the other half as soon as you can."
They looked scared.
"Will it kill us?" one asked.
"No. Definitely not!" She reassured, crossing her fingers.
They held the pasties to their mouth and bit the purple half in tandem. They threw up a moment later, lasting a good ten seconds of constant gagging and bodily fluids. When she was about to give up hope, the first boy could eat the recovery half. He stopped puking and flopped to the floor.
The other boys downed their half, and she cheered! It worked! Ten to fifteen seconds of puking! It's perfect!
"Thank you, lads! We'll chat later!" she called out, returning to Fred and George. "We've got it!" She screamed, jumping up and down in front of them.
"Really!? It works!?" they yelled, grabbing her up between them.
Together, they raced back upstairs and started on the next pasties. They had ideas galore and so little time to work. They started on the canary creams next, and it was a synch!
Fred popped into a giant canary with red feathers and a golden yellow with a beak to match. Hunn howled with laughter because the first remedy didn't work. He sat squawking and molting after the second batch. His feathers fell off, and his beak bounced on the floor when it fell. It was perfect.
They worked and worked all night. Skipping dinner, they just kept going. They had five pasties down by the time they needed to leave for detention. It was perfect. They didn't even care that they needed to organize all the professor's books twice.
They raced to bed afterward. The fat lady let us in, showing presence when they called for her.
Harry was sitting on the sofa before the fire, half asleep, with his head nodding.
George crept up behind him silently. He leaned in close to his ear and said, "Harry!"
He jumped so high Hunn thought he would fly.
They laughed like hyenas as he looked ready to attack.
Hunn grabbed George by the shirt and pulled him away, "Sorry, Harry, they're a little crazy when they're tired."
There was a weird spt, spt, spt sound as they walked up the stairs.
Harry started to mumble to someone, and assuming someone walked in, they continued to bed. Changing and climbing in together, they cuddled close. The three of them went over the day's events, laughing as Lee snored in bed.
She woke the next morning, and the twins were gone. She looked over to the side table and found a short note.
'Gone to our detention, love. Have fun with Ginny and Hermione. Be safe at Hogsmead. Bring back sweets! We have something special to show you tonight, be prepared.'
Love,
Fred and George
She dressed in George's favorite jumper and walked down to breakfast to meet the girls. They were chatting over their tea and sweet bread when Hunn joined them. They ate and talked before heading out to Hogsmead for the day. Together, they shopped all morning, gathering an impressive collection of bags between them.
When they finished, Hunn stood, placing money down to pay, "I need to pick up some supplies for my potions," she waited for them to follow, and they gave her a suspicious look.
"It's not for anything bad. Besides, I must pick up some sweets for Fred and George."
They rolled their eyes and talked along the way to Zonko's and Honeyduks. Stopping to look at everything along the way before Hunn bought what she needed. With everything sorted, they started their walk back to the castle.
Ginny and Hermione gathered curious stares from cute Dumbstrang boys as they went, and they giggled nonstop.
When they arrived at the castle, the three sprinted back to the common room to work on their essays for the rest of the day. George and Fred walked in with a small box and waved. They walked over to Harry and Ron, where they sat, not talking to each other, and Harry and the twins rushed upstairs to the boy's rooms without another word, leaving Ron behind, staring after them. A moment later, they returned and sat with us, looking utterly exhausted.
"Oh, boys. What did you even do for detention today?" Ginny asked, scolding them.
"We cleaned out the jars in Snape's Room. Disgusting." Fred shuttered.
George lay his head down and started snoring in Hunn's ear. She played with his hair until they had to head to dinner.
Dinner was quick, and Fred ordered she eat everything fast because they had important things to do, of which they would tell her nothing. They dragged her away and out the door of the castle.
The sky was dark already, and the stars were bright in the sky, lighting the way through the field to Hagrid's hut.
"Where are we going?" Hunn asked, out of breath as they made her practically run to keep up with their long strides.
"It's a surprise," George laughed. They pulled her to Hagrid's hut and knocked on the door loudly.
"I'm a coming! Hold your horses!" Hagrid yelled from inside.
The door opened, and Hagrid, a large man, filled the doorway.
"Oh, it's you lot. Get that letter from Charlie?" he asked, laughing and stepping out, closing the door behind himself.
"Oh, yeah, it's why we're here!" Fred said, smiling brightly.
Hagrid let out a booming laugh as he led them into the forest.
"We're not allowed in here," Hunn said in a hushed voice, looking around nervously.
"Don't worry, lass, yer with me!" Hagrid reassured, leading them deeper into the forest, leaving the castle's lights and stars behind.
The further they went, the more she could hear loud roaring. Hunn clutched Fred close and held George's hand.
"You ready, lass?" Hagrid asked, holding back a large tree branch. She nodded, and he pushed back the branch revealing a world of fire. There were dragons in cages and chained to the ground, flying in the sky high over their heads.
"Our brother Charlie works with dragons. He's here for the first task," George told her, patting her back.
The dragon's scales looked so smooth, and shiny. She wanted nothing more than, to touch their exquisite, beautiful bodies. They were perfect creatures, balanced and ferocious in every definition of the word.
She was in awe.
"This is amazing, I love it. They're just so beautiful," She gushed as a rugged man walked over to them, red hair blowing in the wind, singed at the edge.
"Hello," he said to Fred and George, hugging them both tight before looking to Hunn, grinning, "Is this her?" he asked, shaking her hand firmly.
"Yes. Charlie, this is Hunn, our beautiful girlfriend," Fred told him, hugging her close to his chest as George wrapped himself around her other side.
"Wait? Both of you and her?" he asked, confused.
She blushed and looked down, "Yeah. She's stuck with us, Charlie. Don't get any ideas." George said, laughing.
At that moment, a beautiful white and gray spiked-tailed, rugged dragon released hot red-white fire into the air, casting light over every shadow.