The twins pulled Hunn down the hall as the other students entered the Yule Ball.
They were creeping around corners and dodging and weaving between ghosts and young students until they stopped before a blank wall. The twins grinned at each other and turned to her, "Close your eyes, our fair lady."
They turned her around to prevent her from peeking, and it was silent. She could hear their feet hitting the floor once, twice, and three times before they stopped.
She felt their hands on her shoulders and jumped as they turned her around.
There was now a tall, heavy-looking wooden door where the blank wall had been. The handles were golden, and when the twins went to open them, they pushed with all their might. Fred and George held their hands out to her through the door, and when she placed hers in theirs, she was taken into another world entirely.
The inside was decorated beautifully. Light blue flowers hung on the wall; between them, white streamers twisted and hung low. A fire was lit before a small table covered in food and cakes.
The ceiling was domed and made of glass, looking out into the night. Stars shined down on them next to the moon, illuminating the room.
"How did you do this?" she breathed in awe, walking through the beautiful tiny room.
"Well, the house elves made the food?" George admitted sheepishly, "Yeah, you got the short end of the stick. We can't cook."
Hunn laughed. They were so cute, so perfect and romantic. It was amazing.
She looked them up and down. They were wearing matching dress robes. They were worn down and frayed at the edge, but they were still so handsome, "That's fine. Lucky for you, I can do a bit of cooking. You both look so lovely!" She cooed, hugging George and reaching for Fred.
"Of course, you can cook." Fred mumbled, moving into her embrace, "You can do everything." He said lowly.
She laughed again and looked at them both, "That's not true," Hunn took a deep breath of them, "So what do you have planned for this evening, my loves?"
They grinned wickedly.
"We have a lot planned, baby. One, we want to dance with you. Just the two of us in your arms tonight."
"We'd also like to make sure you eat."
"And no matter how lovely your dress is, we want you out of it," at this, she laughed.
"Well, where is the music?" she asked, with a wink, "Let's get started on that first one."
Fred flicked his wand, and some slow music started.
Hunn took his outstretched hand and pulled her close to his chest. They danced just the two of them for a long while until George stole her away, much to Fred's amusement.
She and George danced together with their bodies pressed close. Feeling the music moving them, relaxing them from their heads to their toes.
They enjoyed the freedom of being alone and together on Christmas night. Fred snuck in after the song ended and held her between their arms. They swayed and danced together, just the three of them holding each other as close as possible.
George leaned down as they moved and kissed her lips lightly before tugging her over to sit on a small plush couch and relaxed against the pillows.
Hunn let her eyes close for a moment, feeling content.
"Come on, Hunn. The night is still young!" Fred yelled
She sat up and found they pulled the table closer to where she sat before they began feeding her sweets and anything else she wanted.
The food was amazing. The house elves never failed to cook up something good. Together, they started asking the questions they had never gotten to before.
Favorite color? Fred and George both said red, but then Fred admitted that he really liked green. Hunn told them her favorite was peach.
Favorite food? George preferred his sweets and Fred's spicy foods, while Hunn admitted loving the savory options.
"How many children do you want?" she asked, finally asking what was on her mind.
"As many as we can!" Fred laughed, twirling her hair between his fingers.
"I loved having a lot of brothers and a sister growing up! We were all so close. It was good to have someone to lean on no matter what." George put in as well
"I would like to have a few. Not a whole lot, but whatever happens happens," she shrugged, smiling.
They kept talking about everything.
How they were going to save to open a shop in the ally, and how they would take care of their family and any children they had.
Most of all, they always talked as if they were always going together. Not once did they ever show a bit of hesitation for the future.
When the food was gone, Fred moved them to a bed concealed in the corner of the room. It was large enough for three.
A first for them.
"This bed is amazing!" George rumbled, "My feet don't hang off the edge or anything!"
Fred stretched out and pulled her onto his chest, "And there's enough room for all three of us!" he whispered, his voice dropping lower as his hands slid under the hem of her dress to palm her arse.
George rolled onto his knees and pushed her dress over her head so she was bare before them.
They groaned simultaneously as they noticed she had forgone her knickers for the night, "Hunn did you do this for us," George asked, slipping his fingers through her damp folds and tracing over her clit.
She nodded, letting her head fall against Fred's chest as they toyed with her body. Their hands moved across her skin, knowing perfectly well where she loved to be touched and teased.
George stripped down behind her and lifted her onto her knees when he was nude so Fred could do the same. They tortured her body until she was begging them to make her scream.
"Love, we'd like to try something new tonight if you're up for it,"
Before she could ask what he was talking about, one of their hands trailed around to her backside as the other slipped to her pussy, "Oh..." she gasped
"That's not an answer, darling," George chuckled, toying with her bottom.
"Yes," she told them softly, her face flaming as they moved to ready her for yet another first she would share with them alone.
George rubbed her back as something cool moved between her cheeks, and his fingers started working it inside her back passage. It was a strange feeling, but she would try anything with them.
Fred positioned himself at her entrance and thrust inside her, distracting her as George worked her deeper. He grasped her breasts and fucked up into her.
Hunn rolled her hips and moved on top of him, grinding herself down as he thrust up, gasping at how deep he seemed to move. His fingers pinched her nipples, sending shocks of pain through her that mingled with the pleasure and melded together better than her favorite treat.
When he was sure she was prepared enough to take him with the special lubrication they had purchased, George gripped her hips, kissed her neck as he lined himself up, and began stretching her around his shaft. She moaned at the burning sensation that filled her as George began to fill her as Fred fucked her. It was slightly uncomfortable, but as he moved, the stretch lessened, and her body became used to his encroaching on hers.
They began moving together the further George could get inside of her. She was no longer feeling discomfort, only pleasure at their touch, moaning and gasping as they worshiped her body between them.
Licking and kissing her most sensitive spots until George and Fred were inside her, fully seated and moving in tandem with one another.
"So full," she whined, clutching Fred's shoulders, digging into him with her nails to keep him close.
"We know, baby girl," George encouraged, "You're doing beautifully, though."
"Taking us both so well," Fred praised her rubbing her clit in firm circles.
Her head fell back against George, and she started panting as the drove her closer to the edge. She was so close to coming, "Please," she begged, her voice breaking and her movements losing rhythm.
They took over, moving faster and harder, while Fred kept rubbing those tantalizing little circles on her clit until she was screaming their names, and her body was clamping down on them both squeezing them with muscles she didn't know she possessed.
"Fucking hell. She's so fucking tight. I'm gonna cum," Fred groaned, holding her around the waist and thrusting up into her as George did the same, sucking and biting at her neck as he came undone behind her.
They fell onto the bed out of breath and extremely sticky all over, falling asleep almost as soon as their heads hit the pillows.
They woke the next morning in a hurry to pack to get to the Burrow in time with the rest of the family. It took Hunn a long while to regain control of her legs and cover the marks Fred and George left on her neck and chest, so they were met with knowing grins and giggles when they showed up on the train.
Arriving at the Burrow, Molly hugged them tightly and hurried them into the house to huddle around the fire. Hunn sat between the twins for a long time, enjoying the warmth they gave her.
"Hunn?" Molly called from the kitchen.
"Yes, Molly?" Hunn called out, not wanting to leave her cozy place.
"How many times have I told you to call me mum? Come help me in the kitchen, would you please?" she called out again.
Hunn groaned but followed her voice into the kitchen and found Molly sitting at the table with a cup of coffee, "Come sit with me, dear."
She was smiling as she waved her wand, and a cup of cocoa floated down to the spot next to her.
Hunn sat, drank, and waited for her to continue, knowing she wanted to discuss something.
"Hunn, why haven't you told me?" Molly asked. She was still grinning with her eyes alight with happiness.
"Told you what?" Hunn inquired, taking a sip.
"Don't play stupid, dear. It doesn't look good on you." She chided her with a laugh
Hunn froze and played with her cup, not wanting to look up.
"I can tell a glamor when I see one, child," Molly giggled and waved her wand, casting away Hunn's glamor, "I had to use them quite often when I was a young lass, too. Now, why didn't you tell me there was a boy?" she asked again.
Hunn took a deep breath and let it all out, "Well, we didn't want you to get mad at us for keeping it a secret. It's only been a few months. Well, more like three or four," Hunn's words came out quicker now, smiling as she felt excited to tell her, "The twins and I just got caught up, and when we wanted to tell you, we thought it would be best to do it personally, and then I just got a little nervous going to tell you. Now you say you already know. So I guess there's no point in trying to hide it."
Molly paused with her cup to her mouth, and the smile vanished, "Twins?" she said, confused.
Hunn nodded, her brows furrowing, "I thought you said you knew?"
"The twins? My twins?" Molly asked, "Fred and George?"
Hunn nodded again, internally smacking herself for not reading the situation closer.
"Fred! George!" Molly yelled, flying to her feet at a moment's notice.
"Wait, Molly," Hunn tried to calm her.
Molly waved her away as Fred and George called out together, "Yeah?"
Molly flew for them from the kitchen, running like her life depended on it. She grabbed a pillow off the couch and started to hit them upside the head.
"You indecent boys! What have you done to that wonderful girl!?"
"What are you talking about, woman?" Fred yelled, defending his face from her assault.
"You've been violating my stepdaughter, you foul little monsters!" she yelled again, "Can't even be decent enough to tell your mother about it."
The twins ran for it the second they could, hiding from their mum.
Molly turned to her, looking sad, "Hunn, why didn't you tell me."
Hunn ran to her and threw her arms around the woman who had taken her in and loved her so thoroughly.
They hugged tightly for a long moment, "I love you, Molly. I'm so sorry we didn't tell you sooner."
Molly sighed, "Don't worry dear, I'm happy I know now. But we need to talk." She said, wagging her finger in her face.
She sat Hunn down in the kitchen, and they talked all night about sex, babies, protection, and everything in between.
Molly forced the twins to join them, and in the end, Arthur sat with them as well and welcomed her to the family with a tight, loving hug, commenting, "So like your brothers they are?" He laughed at his joke, and Molly laughed too.
Molly turned to Fred and George and looked at them sternly, "What are your plans?" she asked in an almost threatening tone.
"What plans?" they asked together.
"Future plans!" she said, frustrated with their innocent act.
Their eyes went wide, "Well, we want to be with her mum."
"Yeah, we want to marry her one day," George said, smiling and looking over to Hunn, who was blushing beside him.
"Have children, just be with each other, really, we mean it," Fred added in when his mother gave them a funny look.
She looked at them each in turn, and as she did so, her smile grew, "Oh! Finally, someone will give me grand-babies!" She exclaimed, crying.
Fred and George blanched, "Not yet mum."
"Yeah, let us see the world first! Let Charlie and Bill have a go first."
Hunn laughed and blushed at the thought of babies.
"You know that Charlie and Bill would see me dead in the ground before they gave me grandbabies or even got married."
"Don't worry, Molly, one day you'll have a house full," Hunn promised her.
Molly laughed harder, "Heaven knows Bill and Charlie will never get around to it," she pouted in her chair.
After a moment, Molly, with tears swimming in her eyes, hugged the three of them before sending them up to bed.
But before they could walk up the stairs, she shouted, "If I find you three in bed together, you will get the bucket, and you'll de-gnome the garden for the rest of your lives!" she threatened.
That night, they spent the first half of it in separate beds, but in the middle of the night, when Molly was sleeping, Hunn snuck over to the twins and cuddled until the sun rose.
They got the bucket every morning over break.
When the break was over, they headed back to Hogwarts, saying goodbye to Molly and Arthur with tight hugs and kisses all around, with promises to write and a whisper to use protection directed at Fred and George, whose eyes went wide.
They hurried off without a backward glance.
...
It took another three weeks after we got back before Harry got some help and broke the egg's code. Apparently, in a bathtub underwater, he found he would lose something very important, and he'd have only an hour to look for it.
He didn't really know anything else. They spent every waking hour for a month in the library, looking and searching for something to help him breathe underwater.
The twins and Hunn were starting on another project, and the Second task was tomorrow. The cauldron was bubbling, and the thick smoke was wafting out the window into the cold air. Fred and George were out gathering ingredients and doing what they do, leaving Hunn to work, "We've almost got this, I swear," she muttered, stringing the pot as it bubbled.
There was a knock at the door, and she jumped, almost breaking her constant stir.
Harry walked in and sat on the bed behind her, "Hunn, I don't know what else to do."
She placed the cauldron on an automatic stir and looked back at him. He had his head in his hands and wouldn't look up.
"Harry, what do you need?" She asked from her spot on the floor.
"To breathe underwater for an hour."
"Well, what did the egg say?"
"Come seek us where our voices sound. We cannot sing above the ground, and while you're searching, ponder this: We've taken what you'll sorely miss. An hour-long you'll have to look to recover what we took, but past an hour – the prospect's black too late, it's gone, it won't come back." Harry finished chanting the riddle.
"Hmm. I've got nothing. There aren't any clues in the chat, just information. You've got to find a way to breathe underwater, so maybe a plant? A spell? Have you looked?"
There was a loud crack, and a house elf appeared two feet from her.
"Harry Potter, sir! Dobby has finally found you!" the house elf was out of breath and hunched over.
"Dobby?" Harry asked, startled.
"Dobby has found something that can help Mr. Harry Potter!"
Hunn just sat and stared at the house elf. They were still new to her—smaller than she expected and more humble and kind than she ever would have thought.
"Dobby heard Mr. Moody talking to Professor McGonagall speaking and heard something that will help Mr. Potter with the first task!"
"What is it, Dobby?" Harry asked, eyes wide with hope.
"Gillyweed!" Dobby exclaimed happily.
"What-weed?"
"Gillyweed. It will let Harry Potter breathe underwater for an hour."
Harry fell to his knees, "Really, an hour?"
"Yes, Sir, an hour underwater, sir." He nodded his head, and his huge ears wobbled as he did so.
"Thank you, Dobby! Thank you!" Harry yelled and hugged Dobby in his arms tightly.
Dobby froze and smiled a large, heartwarming smile.
"Dobby, you think you can find me some?" Harry asked
"Dobby doesn't know, sir. Gillyweed doesn't grow by the lake." Dobby looked down, and Hunn felt her heart break for him.
"Professor Snape!" she told them quickly.
"Snape?"
"His potions store! It'll have Gillyweed. We need it for a sixth-year potion coming up. He should have some on hand," Hunn explained to them both, Dobby looking at her, just realizing she was there at all.
Harry asked Dobby, "Can you break in and borrow me some for the task tomorrow?"
Dobby smiled again, "Yes sir! Dobby will, Sir. Right away. Anything for Mr. Harry Potter!" he disappeared with a loud crack and reappeared a moment later, holding a ball of the green stringy sling in his hand.
Harry took it and shoved it in his pocket, "Thank you, Dobby! Thank you, Hunn!" He ran out of the room, and Dobby disappeared again with a crack as Fred and George walked into the room past a charging Harry.
"What happened?" they asked, hands full of jars and bags big and small.
Hunn smiled and returned to stirring by hand, "Nothing at all. Just a chat about Gillyweed."
"Gillyweed?"
"Gillyweed."
The next day passed quickly, and all the students were walking down to the great lake, where they had huge platforms set up and crowded with students.
Fred and George took bets again while charging fees as they walked down to the lake.
Everyone wanted to bet on their favorite.
When they arrived at the docks, the cannon went off, and the champions went under. It would be an hour before they came back up again.
The twins were still taking bets and placing one of their own.
After the hour passed, only Krum and Diggory returned successfully, surprisingly, with Hermione and Cho in tow.
The water was calm and peaceful.
Hunn listened to the birds sing in the spring air, and they waited, feeling nervous. Flur rose from the water some time ago, and everyone was distraught that the beautiful woman couldn't make it the full hour.
Flur had been forced to forfeit and come in last place.
Harry hadn't come back up yet, and everyone was on edge. Moments before the time expires, Harry burst forth from the water with Ron and a small blonde girl sputtering for air. The crowd went wild, screaming for Harry.
"Harry, you did so well," Hermione told him, holding out a towel.
"I finished last," he groaned.
"Next to last."
Dumbledore yelled, "Attention! Attention! The winner is... Mr. Diggory!" Cedric and his friends cheer loudly over everyone.
Dumbledore demanded silence, "For showing unique command of the bubblehead charm. The way I see it, Mr. Potter would have finished first had it not been for his determination to rescue Mr. Weasley and the others. We've agreed to award him second place! For outstanding moral fiber."
The crowd went wild, and Harry was in shock. Cameras went off everywhere, and flashes made it hard to see. The twins clapped, collecting the losing bets and passing out for the winners.
They all started returning to the castle with Harry, tired and ready to rest.
Fred spoke above everyone as they walked, "All that moral fiber, eh?"
"Blimey, even when you go wrong, it turns out right," Ron told Harry, shocked and amazed.
George clapped Harry on the back, laughing, "Well done, 'moral fiber'."
They walked and laughed. Harry was in shock that he hadn't come in last. Hunn guessed his determination to save everyone was not his downfall in the end.
Harry was pulled off to the side by Mr. Barty Crouch, and they didn't stop, but all kept walking back to the castle, knowing he would join them when he was finished.
The twins wrapped Hunn in their arms, and they walked together with Ron and Hermione back to the common room. Fred curled up near the fire, sat her on his lap, and held her as they talked and bragged about winning their bets.
She started feeling a little ill and fell asleep in front of the warm fire.
"Come on, love, let's get you upstairs."
Hunn opened her eyes, and the common room was nearly empty. She tried to sit up but fell back, feeling dizzy and disgusting. The twins grabbed her up and carried her upstairs. They laid her in the center of the bed and curled up under the warm blankets.
"You feeling alright, love?" George asked, rubbing her stomach softly.
"Ugh, I don't know. I feel so dizzy and gross," she grumbled into her pillow.
The twins curled a little tighter around her and held her close as she fell asleep.
Hunn woke the next morning feeling ill still as something was padding across her chest. She sat bolt upright, and there was a kitten sitting on her lap. It was small and black with puffed-up fur. It tilted its head up at her, and Hunn's heart nearly stopped.
"Fred, George?" she called out, running her fingers through the kitten's soft fur as it purred.
"Yes, love?" they called out from the bathroom.
"There's, there's a kitten!"
They came bounding back to the bed and bounced on it before her, "Oh, that. She's your Christmas present."
"We wanted to give her to you sooner, but there's not much room at The Burrow."
"We had a house elf look after her over break."
"She's, she's mine?" Hunn asked, lifting her up to cradle the small thing in her arms. She purred louder.
"She likes you," George said, grinning, "We picked a good one, Freddy."
"I love her! She's so perfect!" Hunn told them and hugged them tightly, "Thank you!"
Her good feeling was ruined when she felt dizzy again. She laid back with the kitten and held her close to her chest.
"We have class, you know?" Fred told her, smirking.
"I haven't been feeling well, I don't think I'll go to class today. Besides, I do believe this beautiful little thing, and I need to get to know each other," Hunn told them, smiling.
"Don't worry, love. We'll tell the professors you're ill."
"You're the smartest student there is. I doubt you'll fall behind."
"We'll come back early, just sleep, love."
They gave her a kiss and a squeeze before they left for classes, patting the kitten curled on her chest before they went.
"Feel better, love!" they called before closing the door behind themselves.
Hunn pulled the blanket up around herself and the little kitten curled on top of her.
Her stomach rolled and lurched. There was a nasty burn in her throat as her eyes started to water and burn. Settling down, she tried to ignore the need to toss her cookies and instead closed her eyes and held her new little friend.