After seeing all the dragons twice, Fred and George dragged Hunn away back to the castle.
It's been two weeks since then, and the first task was about to start. Tension was running high, and no one had been able to see Harry since the night before.
The twins told the people in the stands, "Place your bets!" Fred yelled, waving flyers high in the air to gain their attention.
Students from every house and school were betting on who would have the fastest time of all four champions. The twins collected names and amounts, planning to take their cut and make a healthy profit.
Moments before the first champion entered the arena, Hunn was nestled between her gingers as the cold wind blew around them. The cannon went off, and she jumped.
Cedric Diggory walked out into the large pit in the ground; rough, ragged rocks poked out everywhere, and he walked near the center to the golden egg nestled between the rocks. He walked closer and closer until suddenly the dragon flew high in the sky and dived down to him, attacking with hot fire as he ran for cover.
Cedric dogged and weaved the dragon's attacks after what seemed like forever until he finally managed to grab the egg and run from the dragon.
Viktor Krum and Flur Delacour went next, each obtaining their eggs with some challenge and no serious injury.
Harry was last, and everyone sat on the edge of their seats.
He wasn't supposed to be competing, but here he was. Now, everyone wanted to know if the game would fix its mistake before it could get any worse.
Harry walked out into the pit and dived for cover as the biggest dragon of them all blew fire in his direction. Hunn grabbed hold of George and Fred as Harry was being attacked.
"Oh god."
"Don't worry, love. I'm sure he has a plan," George whispered in her ear over the crowd's noise.
Harry waved his wand, and nothing happened.
Fred groaned, "In all the times his wand could have failed, it does now," he bowed his head and looked away, grabbing her hand as he did.
Harry was running and hiding when suddenly he poked his head from behind the red-hot rock. he reached his hand out, and in an instant, his broom was clutched in his chest. The crowd roared as he mounted and flew high into the air, away from the dragon's reach.
Hunn was in awe. It was so well thought out, "Not even Krum thought of this!" She screamed, cheering as the dragon rose and struggled to reach him, still chained to the ground.
Suddenly, the dragon jerked and broke the chain holding her and flew after Harry as he flew toward the castle.
The crowd went silent, and they all waited.
"George, what if something happens?" she whispered to him
"Don't worry. He'll be okay. There's nothing that kid can't handle," He told her, hugging her to his chest.
Hunn pulled Fred closer and hugged him, too. They stayed together as a group, and she prayed Harry was okay.
"Look, there he is!" someone yelled, pointing to the school.
There he was, indeed.
Harry flew to them as fast as he could.
The tail end of his broom was smoldering, and he was diving for the egg in the center of the arena as the dragon flew behind him.
Harry dove for the egg and grabbed it in his arms, rolling onto the ground in a heap. The dragon tamers raced out and shot their spells at the dragon as fast as they could.
The Beautiful dragon fought back, struggling against their binds before she eventually fell to the ground, subdued by their magic.
Hunn stood pulling George and Fred up with her, and they cheered in shock as Harry walked out of the pit and clutched his egg to his chest, limping as he went.
A representative walked into the center of the field as the dragon was taken away, "The champion with the fastest time for task one is tied between Harry Potter and Viktor Krum!" the students screamed for their champions.
Fred jerked away from her hold and looked back at the row behind us, "Pay up!" he yelled, laughing as everyone's faces fell.
People handed over Galleons and Silver Sickles, paying for their losing bets. Fred handed over only a small amount of money to the ones who won their bet.
The bag Fred loaded looked heavy as he clutched it in his hands.
George leaned down next to her, "Money for the shop," He whispered low in her ear, sounding excited.
She smiled and laughed as Fred attached the pouch at his waist, and they left the stadium arm in arm as Fred collected the last few bets, and people walked away, pouting as they went.
They arrived in the common room to find Harry surrounded by people screaming for joy. She pushed through the crowd and hugged him tightly.
"Don't you ever do that again!" She yelled at him
He smiled brightly, "I would never, Hunn," He laughed as he was hoisted into the air by Fred and George.
"Do you want me to open it!?" he asked with a yell.
"Yes!"
He twisted the top, releasing a piercing scream into the air.
Everyone covered their ears as Harry closed the egg again.
"What the bloody hell was that?" Ron asked from the common room entrance.
Fred grabbed Hunn by the arm and waved his hand at the room, "Alright, everyone, go back to your knitting. This will be uncomfortable enough without all you nosey sods listening in." He pulled her over to the stairway and led her and George to the room to flop onto the bed.
"Today was crazy. I can't believe he made it! Let alone with the fastest time!" She giggled as Fred flopped next to her.
George also landed next to her, wrapping his arm around her waist.
"Where's Lee?" She asked, turning over to face them both.
"Oh, he said he was gonna spend the night with his new girlfriend."
George smiled, "So that means we have the room to ourselves!" he rolled on top of her and squeezed her close as Fred tugged on her hair and kissed her exposed neck.
"All to ourselves," He whispered, emphasizing the word with a slow kiss against her neck.
She sat up with them and watched them lie there, smiling like they were hiding a secret. "What are you two getting at?" she asked with narrowed eyes.
George sat up against the head of the bed, pulling her between his legs, "Well, love, we have the room to ourselves tonight. We can do anything at all if you want," His lips brushed her ear, and his hands roamed the tops of her thighs, diving between them and squeezing the soft, tender flesh there.
Fred crawled up between her legs and sat there on his knees, "Hunn, we can do anything you want together," He leaned forward and kissed her sweetly on the lips.
"I don't know what I'm doing, guys," George's hands still roamed up and down her thighs, staying in the safe area above her knees but away from where her thighs met in the middle.
"You don't need to know how to do anything. We can figure this out together, love. We do everything together," George told her, planting a kiss on her cheek as his hands traveled from her outer thighs to the inside and under the bottom hem of her skirt.
His hands were rough from years of flying, and she lost the ability to speak every second his fingers were on her.
"George," she managed to moan out to them.
His lips brushed under the shell of her ear, "What is it, love?"
Fred's face moved between her breasts as he popped open the buttons, revealing her to his eyes. His tongue played around the sensitive skin of her nipples as she tried to speak to them.
Hunn arched her back into Fred's face, and his mouth latched onto her nipple as she cried out, lost in the feeling.
George's fingers played around the edge of her knickers, pressing down lightly over her most sensitive bundle of nerves, then pulling his fingers away, teasing, "George!" She cried out again, reaching for Fred as he teased her breasts with his lips and teeth.
"What is it, love? Tell me," He whispered as his mouth nibbled and kissed her neck, and his fingers slipped under the edge of her knickers, delving into the wetness between her pussy lips.
Fred pressed against her back, and she could feel his hard cock pressing against her arse as his fingers moved between her lower lips, circling her clit without touching it. He built her frustration until, finally, he took her clit between both his fingers and rubbed gently, making her gasp and moan.
They were overwhelming in the best of ways, "More," She begged. Pleaded, it was all she could get out before his fingers moved to slip into her waiting body.
"Don't worry, love, we won't stop. We'll never stop," He said as his fingers thrust into her virgin hole, teasing her entrance.
Her hips bucked as Fred pulled down her knickers and tossed them onto the floor, as George's fingers played and teased.
"You're so wet, love. Amazing."
Her fingers pulled off Fred's shirt, and George pulled him off so she could feel them, skin to skin, front and back. It added to the pleasure they were feeling together. Her impatient hands tugged at Fred's trousers, and he laughed as she failed to pull them down.
"Don't worry, love, I can get those. But you should pull off your shirt; let me feel you, all of you," he whispered. He moved to pull his pants off, and she leaned into George as to pull off her shirt.
George's fingers plunged into her body, moving quickly and slowly building her up as Fred stripped and pressed his body against hers.
They were completely naked now.
Fred turned her to face him and lowered her so she rested between George's open legs.
George cradled her close and let his wander her body as Fred moved between her spread legs, stroking his hard length in his hand.
She was expecting him to kneel between her legs and kiss her, but she was surprised when he began to plant open-mouthed kisses on her chest, stomach, and, finally, her thighs.
"Fred..." she whispered nervously, holding onto George's forearms.
"Don't worry, love, I'll make sure you feel good, very good," he promised before spreading her legs wider, resting them over his shoulders, and placing his face directly in front of her aching pussy.
She couldn't bear to watch. She felt so hot, so needy that when he licked between her wet lips, she groaned and lifted her hips.
Fred held her tighter, forcing her back down to the bed, and continued to assault her with his tongue. His face was buried between her thighs, holding her down and devouring her.
She screamed and begged, but she didn't know for what yet.
When George grabbed her breasts in his hand and kissed her neck, she lost all sense of time. She was being overwhelmed by them, and she never wanted it to stop.
"Please..."
"Please, what, baby?" George asked, biting her throat, "Ask, and we'll give it to you," he promised her.
Fred moved his fingers to her wet slit as George took her lips in a heated kiss, sucking on her clit and slowly stroking his fingers inside her body.
The pleasure built and built until finally, her body tensed and her thighs squeezed around Fred's head. She screamed as she came and dug her fingers into Fred's hair, trying to hold onto him as his mouth continued to work her sensitive flesh.
She whimpered as he moved from between her legs, grinning like he was on top of the world. He placed a kiss on her lips, and she could taste herself. George kissed her cheek, "What a good girl. You did such a good job, baby."
Hunn blushed at his words and hid her face in his chest, but Fred pulled her face free and kissed her again as he moved between her legs, "Love, this might hurt just a bit," Fred told her as he probed her entrance.
He moved slowly, but it stung as he pushed into her bit by bit. Her fingers dug into his back as she held on for dear life as he moved deeper and deeper into her body. It never seemed to end as he stretched her. Seeming to tear her open from the inside out, he soon stopped and let her adjust to thick size and length.
The slickness of her pussy covered him, and his face was buried between her tits as he squeezed her as close as he could to his chest.
The good feeling from before built up again, "Fred, move," she told him, clutching him closer and panting.
He didn't say anything; he just started moving inside her slowly. Her hips moved with his after it stopped burring and hurting deep inside. His lips latched onto her left breast again, and he moved faster as her hips met his pace.
George's hands gripped her arse, and he squeezed, adding to the pleasure she felt while Fred fucked her.
George's hand moved between their bodies to her clit as Fred thrust faster and harder, groaning as her inner muscles squeezed him. His fingers pressed down a little harder and moved faster, taking her juices and using them to rub her little bundle of nerves.
Hunn's hips bucked, and she gasped for air as she held Fred inside her. Her toes curled, and she called out Fred's name, screaming as her nails dug deeper into his back, scratching as she tried to hold him in place with her hands. Her legs wrapped tighter around his hips, and she gasped when he grunted in her ear.
Calling out her name, his movements became faster and more uncontrolled until he stilled, and his hips moved slower and slower until he stopped and leaned down to kiss her neck, cooing her name in her ear as his hands wandered around her body, calming and soothing away any hurt he may have inflicted.
Her hand rubbed circles on his back, kissed him, and ran her fingers through his hair. He rolled onto his back, taking her with him, still inside her. As George moved, Fred slipped out of her heat and kissed her sweetly on the lips, cuddling her close to his body.
Hunn's breasts were tender and pressed against his chest, sending little tingles down her spine.
George moved so they could lie down. He bent over her from behind and whispered in her ear, "Are you alright, love?" he asked, slowly brushing her hair to one side.
She nodded and smiled, "I want you, George. Will you take me too?" he laughed and nodded, "Such a naughty girl."
He bent over her, his front to her arse as his fingers played lightly with her clit. Hunn sighed as her body relaxed against his fingers, returning to life, beginning to ache for him. His fingers entered her from behind and moved slowly in and out as he rubbed back and forth firmly on her clit while he placed kisses along her back.
"Do you hurt, love?"
Hunn shook her head and moaned against Fred's neck as he latched onto her neck, kissing and leaving little marks.
The truth was, she was indeed a bit sore, but she wanted him so badly it hurt. Hurt more than her pussy, but she wouldn't tell him that for fear of him stopping.
George entered her slowly, and she braced herself for more hurt, but it never came. She was still tender, but his slower movements took the hurt away. She thrust back to meet his hips, and he moved a bit faster, torturing her with his pace.
"George!" she called out, her face buried next to Fred's.
"What is it love?" Fred asked, smiling, teasing her with his fingers.
"He's moving too slowly, Fred," she whined, gasping out, panting for breath as George started to move slightly faster, but still not what she wanted.
"Hmm, George?"
"Yes, Fred?" George got out between thrusts, gripping her hips harder, forcing her to arch her back and raise her ass.
Hunn's body squeezed around him, and he let out a labored moan, gripping her arse in his large hands and digging his fingers into her soft backside.
"George, I think she wants you to move faster."
"The little minx." He grunted out, "She's already driving me crazy with the way she moves."
Fred's hand snaked down to her clit as George moved faster.
"She is quite amazing, isn't she, George?" Fred's fingers moved faster against her clit while George thrust faster and harder.
Hunn couldn't breathe. She gasped for breath as they worked together to drive her insane. George let her hip go and, with one handled his hand smacked her arse.
She shrieked, clamping down on him and holding onto Fred tighter than before.
"I think she liked that. Didn't you, darling?" George asked her
She nodded, keeping her face pressed against the bed.
"Oh no, baby girl, use your words. Tell us..."
His hand raised again and smacked down harder this time, and as Fred rolled her clit in his fingers, she came undone, coming on George's cock and squeezing him as she screamed her release, "Yes, I like it," she whimpered as all her muscles gave out.
George moved faster and faster now, thrusting harder as she whined in the after-shocks and pushed back against him. His fingers held her hips in a bruising grip as he pulled her closer against him as he came inside her, filling her again for the second time that night.
Her hips twitched, and she panted against Fred's chest as George pulled out of her body and landed on the bed next to her, throwing his arm around her stomach.
Hunn kissed Fred's chest, her eyes closed, too tired to move.
"Guys?"
"Yes, love?" they spoke into the darkness.
"I love you. Both of you," she whispered.
"I love you too," They spoke slowly as they clutched her tighter.
They fell asleep, clutching each other as close as they could. Even though we couldn't feel it, our hearts beat as one in our chests.
When they woke the next morning, Fred and George were wrapped around her, still naked, and Hunn was sore as ever.
She tried to worm her way out from between them and failed. Their arms just seemed to get tighter the more she moved.
"Fred, George."
They grumbled, "What?"
"I need to get up!" she told them, trying to move their arms.
"No, you don't."
"Yes, I do. I have to pee and get dressed."
"No clothes," Fred mumbled.
"Yes, clothes. Now let me up," she huffed
They rolled over and released her. She ran naked to the bathroom and cleaned herself up in the shower. Sore all over and thanked God it was Sunday, so she had no classes to attend. She dressed and checked the time. It was nearly noon, and she groaned.
Things would get crazy if she were to leave the twin's room now. She pulled on her jumper and shorts and climbed into bed with the twins again. They wrapped themselves around her again, and she cuddled them.
"You're not getting up?" Fred muttered, opening one eye.
"No. It's nearly noon now, I can't leave without everyone seeing me."
"So?"
"So? If I leave now. A letter will go home to your mother if I get caught or someone snitches on us," she explained, running her fingers through their hair.
"We haven't told mum. Damn, she will have our asses if she doesn't hear it from us." George said, sitting up in bed and rubbing his eyes.
Fred sat up too, and promptly plopped his head down on her shoulder, taking her back on the bed. "We should write a letter to Mum," Fred said, snuggling into her chest.
They both looked at her and waited, "Me? You want me to write to Molly?" She groaned, "She's going to be so mad."
The twins laid back down, and when they were comfortable and snuggled up, she ripped the blanket off and exposed their naked bodies to the cold air. They yelped and rolled closer to her as she giggled.
"Get you two. No time to dally. Clean up. I'm going to write to Molly."
Fred wouldn't move, so Hunn nudged him closer to the edge, and when he went to move, he fell onto the colder floor.
He sprang up fast and glared at her, "I get it. I'm up. I'm up."
He stomped off to the shower and shut the door behind him.
She giggled at his frowny face and reached for her wand, "Accio, parchment, and quill," she spoke clearly. It flew over to her from her bag and fell softly onto the bed.
She started to write as the twins showered and dressed. When they were both done, she had finished her letter, and they leaned over her shoulder to read what she had written.
Hello Molly,
It's been a long time since I've written to you. I just wanted to catch you up on what's happening. As you know, the tournament is in full swing. The first task was yesterday evening, and Harry was tied for the fastest time! I'm so proud of him. He and Ron started speaking yesterday, and Harry has now convinced almost everyone that he didn't enter of his own free will. Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on him and the twins.
Speaking of the twins, they haven't pulled any pranks other than trying to enter the tournament a few weeks earlier. Classes are going very well, nothing I haven't seen before, and the twins seem to be doing well also, so don't worry.
Love,
Hunn
"You've chickened out," Fred said, laughing.
"I can't do it in a letter. She's just going to send a Howler. She'll be so mad."
"It'll be worse if McGonagall sends a letter," George said, pecking her cheek.
Grumbling, she folded the letter neatly and tied it with brown twine. She wrote Molly clearly on the front and set it aside. The twins were right, I was a chicken.
The day passed quickly, and they managed to sneak down for dinner without her being seen by anyone of importance.
The weeks passed quickly; Harry hadn't figured out the egg yet, and he and Hermione were frustrated beyond belief.
Ron played spy, and the twins and Hunn had perfected three more pasties for the boxes. Students had started volunteering to test them out during classes, and they had made huge strides in their progress.
"Today, we will be learning how to dance," Professor Flitwick said to them. They were in their Common room, where he hosted mandatory house meetings monthly.
"Buy why professor?"
He waddled to the center of the room, "I'll explain in a moment. Everyone up, on your feet."
Everyone stood, and he waved his wand and cleared the room for them all to stand. The couches were pushed up to the walls covering the books.
"We will be learning to dance because on Christmas day there will be a ball! The Yule Ball!" he clapped and smiled as he explained, "You are all expected to attend unless you have extenuating circumstances. Now everyone pair up with a member of the opposite sex, and gather in the center of the room."
Hunn stood off to the side and waited. There was no one left that she could see.
"Ms. Rose-Singer, do you have a partner?" Flitwick asked
"No, sir," she said flushed red.
"Ah, that's quite alright. Anthony Goldstein?" a blonde boy, the perfect, stepped out of the crowd and stood in front of her and smiled.
"Hello!" he smiled brightly and held a hand out to her. Hunn placed her hand in his and stood awkwardly away from him.
"Alright, now we will be practicing the waltz. Lads, place your hand on your young ladies' waist and ladies' hands on the young man's shoulder." Anthony placed his hand on her waist, and she stiffened.
"Come on, lighten up. We're just practicing."
She took a deep breath and relaxed the best she could.
"Now feel the music, And one, two, one, two, and one, two, one two." He directed them as they started to move slowly and unsurely. They danced for an hour until they satisfied Flitwick with their skills.
She started to leave to head back to the twins, tired of dancing with sore feet.
"Hey! Hunn?"
She turned to see Anthony behind her, "What?"
"I just wanted to say you're a great dancer."
"Oh well, thanks," she smiled and turned away again.
He tapped her shoulder, "Hey, wait. Why don't I see you around the common room, I'd like to hang out?"
"Oh well, I don't have many friends here to hang out with. I spend my time with the Gryffindors." Hunn smiled a little feeling awkward.
"Oh. Well, what about the ball? Would you be willing to go to the ball with me?" He stuffed his hands in his pockets and smiled shyly.
She didn't know what to say, "Oh, um, well, my boyfriends. Well, I don't think they would like that." Her face felt warm, and she looked away.
"Boyfriends?" he asked with a sickened look on his face
"Yeah. They're Gryffindor's'."
"But you said boyfriends. As in more than one."
"Oh yeah. Well, they're, um, twins," Hunn stepped back as he got an even weirder look on his face.
"Whore," she heard him say under his breath as she walked away, to leave the common room. This is why she didn't spend time in her own house. Tears prickled her eyes, but she ignored them as she walked her way to the Gryffindor common room.
She found her way back to George and Fred who were sitting in front of the fire discussing something very important with their heads bowed together.
"We can't have her find out," Hunn heard as she walked up behind them and leaned close to their heads. They didn't seem to notice.
"There's only two more weeks. We just have to keep it hidden until then," Fred whispered.
"What are you talking about?" She whispered from behind them.
They sprang apart and looked at her with wide eyes, "What are you doing here?" They asked at the same time.
"I got done practicing for the Ball."
"Oh, right the Ball," Fred said, relieved, letting out a breath.
"Did you hear anything just now?" George asked trying to get information.
"Just something about a secret," she told them honestly.
"Good!" They told her, smiling, from their spots on the couch, they pulled her over the back and onto their laps. She laughed as their hands tickled her sides.
Fred paused, "Speaking of the Ball, would you do us the honor of being our date?"
"You want to go to the ball?"
"Well, we want to go with you, if you want to go, that is?" George added.
"Of course, I want to go with you!" she smiled so big, so excited.
"Then it's settled! We will be going to the ball!" Fred pulled her into his arms and squeezed tight.
"Come on," Fred shouted, "Time for dinner, I am starving!"
They went to the great hall for dinner and ate happily.
Hunn was bouncing with joy, talking to Ginny about the Ball. They giggled like little girls.
George threw something at Ron.
"OY! What was that for?" Ron asked, rubbing his head.
"You better get a date."
"Well, that's easy for you to say. You and Fred have a girlfriend you don't have to work too hard!"
Hunn laughed at him as Ron pouted, picking at his food.
...
Two weeks passed, and it was the day of the ball. It had been hell keeping it a secret but she managed to hide her dress away with Ginny and Hermione. All day Fred and George tried to get her to spill but all she did was smile and shake her head.
As the day wore on Ginny had stolen her away from her brothers to her room. Hunn had promised the twins she would meet them by the great hall tonight when she was ready, and of course she would, who else would she meet?
Dumbledore?
Ginny was gossiping about her date with Nevile and going on and on about how excited she was because Molly had sent her a dress, and it was beautiful on her.
"Hunn?"
"Yes, Gin?" She asked, tying her hair in a knot atop her head, leaving strands of hair to fall and frame around her face.
Hunn's hair was dark as night, making her skin seem paler and more snow-like than ever.
"Have you done it before?" she asked slowly.
"Done what?" Hunn questioned, not quite getting the question.
"'It'," Ginny said again.
Hunn paused and thought for a moment before she figured out what she meant, "Oh, you mean 'it'." Hunn blushed and avoided her eyes.
"You have, haven't you?!" Ginny shrieked, just then realizing that when she asked, she would also be learning about her brother's sex lives.
"Yes," she admitted, blushing as she freaked out on the inside.
Hermione entered the room dressed, ready, and froze, "What's wrong?"
"She's done it!" Ginny shrieked again, pointing at Hunn and looking horrified.
"Done, it?" Hermione asked, confused.
"Yes! It!" Ginny yelled, giggling now.
"Oh. With the twins?"
"Oh, my god. Please don't!" Ginny pretended to gag over the edge of her bed.
"Well, yes," Hunn admitted again, blushing, "Why are you asking?"
Ginny's giggles died on her lips, and she shrugged, "I was just wondering what it's like."
Hunn looked to Hermione, who raised her hands, "Don't look at me. I haven't had a boyfriend before, and I certainly haven't 'done it' before."
They looked at her expectantly and Hunn sighed, "Well I suppose it's a bit painful at first, but then it's not."
"Painful?" Ginny asked looking scared.
Hunn nodded, "Yeah a bit. The first time was painful when they're," she blushed remembering Fred, "When he first goes in. After a while, it's not if he goes slow and takes care of you."
"Then what does it feel like?" Hermione asked sitting down with her dress bag in her lap.
They were curious now, wanting to understand the inner workings of sex.
"It's amazing. It can feel so good," she blushed, "My first time was different though."
Hermione's mouth fell open, "We're they both?"
Ginny plugged her ears and hid under her pillow.
Hunn nodded, "They were both there, both of them touching..."
They broke out into a fit of giggles, blushing as Ginny sat up again, "Mum is going to freak!" she said evilly.
"We haven't even told her we were dating yet," Hunn told her as she stopped laughing, pulling an old dress out from a black bag.
"Mum is going to kill all three of you!" Ginny laughed even harder than before.
"We'll tell her when we're face to face over the break," Hunn slipped the old faded dress on and zipped it up.
"Is that what you're wearing?" Hermione said, disgusted.
Hunn looked down at the dress and could see why they would be disappointed. It was an old dress, but it had belonged to her mother. The dress fell to the middle of her thighs, and though it was faded, it hugged her curves nicely.
"We yes and no. I'm going to transfigure it," Hunn pulled out her wand and waved it over her dress slowly from neck to thigh. It went from being a faded ugly rust-ish color to being a deep burgundy that clung to her waist and hugged her curves like a second skin. The neckline was high, to the neck wrapping around like a choker and leaving her back entirely exposed.
"Beautiful! How did you do that?" Hermione asked, looking sadly at her own pink dress.
"Why? Are you unhappy with yours?"
"The color. They only had this dress in pink, and every time I've tried to turn it blue, it went a nasty green."
Hunn smiled and waved her wand at Hermione's dress and turned it a beautiful light blue that would make her eyes pop.
"There, is that better?" She asked
Hermione was frozen for a moment, and she leaped at her, "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she exclaimed.
They spent the next few hours getting ready and when they were done, they walked into the common room to see dates meeting their other haves and young boys in awe.
Hunn walked down the stairs by herself and noticed the twins looking for her.
She walked down halfway before her met eyes with theirs. Their jaws dropped and eyes went wide. When she stopped in front of them they were speechless.
"What have you done with our girlfriend?" George asked grabbing her hand and spinning her around to look at her from every angle.
Hunn giggled, "This is me? Do you not like it?"
"No, we love it. But it doesn't fit with our shy little bookworm," Fred said scooping her up in a hug.
"You are unbelievably sexy."
"Come on let's go," They pulled her away from the Ball and down the hall away from everyone.
"Where are we going?" she asked
"Well, we're going to our very own Ball, love."
She smiled, it was just like them to surprise her.