Hunn left her office that night well after midnight.
Her hand was swollen, bloody, and throbbing. Umbridge had made her write over a hundred lines until she couldn't write anymore. She forbade Hunn from going to the Hospital wing and followed her up to the Ravenclaw common room.
Hunn sat there for over an hour until she thought Umbridge was gone. She snuck out and ran to the Gryffindor house as quickly as possible, trying to avoid all the wondering ghosts and teachers. Peeves found her turning the corner, but with a strongly worded threat, about telling the Bloody Baron that if he yelled, sang, or moaned a word about finding her, she would tattle about his most recent stunt.
It was a total bluff, but Peeves didn't need to know that. He floated off in the opposite direction. Hunn was quiet, sneaking into the common room. The fire was dim, and she planned to slip into bed with them, but the twins were waiting for her on the couch.
When they heard her enter, Fred sprang up and raced to her side, "Bloody hell, woman! You know what time it is?"
"Did she just let you out?" George asked, coming up behind Fred, looking equally as worried.
Hunn pushed through the wall that was their bodies, and they sat together on the couch as she explained, "No, I was out over an hour ago, but she followed me to the Ravenclaw common room, and I waited there to ensure she was gone."
Fred scooped her up in his arms. When her wounded hand touched his chest, she flinched and pulled away, whimpering. He pulled her closer, kissing her forehead, "What is it? What's wrong?" Fred asked frantically, checking her for bruises and blood.
Hunn shook her head, trying to play it off, "I just had to write lines."
George pulled her arm out carefully, "Let me see."
Their eyes landed on her unwrapped hand, and they lost it, "That fucking bitch. How many lines did she make you write?"
"Ninety or so, I lost count after a while."
"Does that say what I think it does?" Fred asked, staring down at her red and swollen hand, his knuckles turning white as he clenched his fists.
"I will not be a whore," George read aloud in a quiet voice.
Hunn cuddled in closer to Fred and brought George closer to her back, "I have a plan. She'll get what's coming to her."
As she explained, they cuddled close in the dim light of the fire. They wanted to act right then and there, but she convinced them to wait.
Planning it all out took over a week, but they finally did it. They had learned where Umbridge kept her wand.
They followed her around all day, every day for over a week, taking turns under Harry's invisibility cloak, and after a month of no pranks and with them keeping their heads down and noses clean, now was the time to strike.
George had transfigured a candy wand to match Umbridges perfectly. They were waiting for the perfect time to strike, and now, when she least expected, they would make the switch.
Defense Against the Dark Arts was ending, and the students were leaving, so they rushed her. The twins, Hunn, and a few other Gryffindors crowded around her and asked her a million questions about how she hadn't needed magic.
Umbridge put her hands up to try to fend everyone off when Hunn used her wand to lift the wrinkly-pink bitches wand out of her pocket before slipping the fake wand in and walking out of the classroom without a single giggle.
They were halfway down the hall when they finally let it out. They laughed, and they congratulated themselves on a heist well done, but the job wasn't over yet.
Now, it was time for phase two.
Walking into the great hall well after lunch when no one was inside, they stealthily made their way to the head table. Heading up to Umbridge's chair, they made some changes. Snapping off the top of her chair and replaced it with her wand at the center, adding super glued to the base of her wand.
Fred polished it up, and Hunn cast the charm.
On a spare bit of parchment, they wrote her a note. 'If you don't need a wand to practice magic, you don't need a wand to teach it, but if you feel you do, say the phrase you'd never say for it to come unstuck.'
Of course, this is a lie. The woman who thinks she's so smart will try anything to unstuck her wand, but super, super glue is a muggle item. She doesn't know that it needs to be yanked off rather than spelled off.
Rushing out of the Great Hall and down to the Quidditch field for Ravenclaw tryouts, Hunn changed in the locker room and joined the team on her broom as Fred and George did the same for their own team.
Hunn raced around the field to show her speed, and the beaters trying out used their bats to try and knock the bludgers through the goal hoops at the end of the field. Only she and two others could knock the bludgers in more than five times. In the end, it was Hunn and a bigger boy from the year above her who got chosen for the team.
The twins met her on the field as if she'd just won the Quidditch Cup, and she kissed them both, giggling. Hand in hand, they made their way to the locker room to change. Of course, Angelina Johnson gave them their positions as beaters back. There was no one else in their house who could handle those bats with their skills.
Before they could leave the field, Harry stopped them, "Hey, guys." He called after them, floating down on his broom
"What's up, Harry?"
"We're having our first DA meeting next week."
"Alright, Harry, let us know when and where," The twins told him before they walked away and headed back inside, where they found Umbridge on a rampage.
She banned all activities until she approved them, and she was out for blood for the group she heard met in the Hogg's head.
Hunn was outraged, "She can't ban quidditch!"
"She just did. All team captains must meet with her to get their house approved for the sport." The Hufflepuff captain told us as she got in line to ask permission to play. Ravenclaw captain was in line as well to reinstate their team.
"What's going on?" Harry asked as Angelina Johnson joined their group of protesters
"She's banned quidditch!" Hunn told them, throwing her hands in the air, frustrated.
"What!"
"She can't do that!" Angelina said, panic lacing her voice.
"She can, and she already did."
"Fuck. I'll get us reapproved. So, much for studying today." She grumbled, turning around to get in line.
Fred and George walked her away, muttering soothing words, and spent the day complaining about what a horrid woman she was. During supper in the Great Hall, they all sat at the Gryffindor table complaining and plotting everything they'd like to do to her, even Hermione came up with a few creative ideas.
Umbridge entered the Hall, screaming like no other when she reached her chair. She held the note in her hand and pulled the fake wand out of her pocket. When it did no magic, she snapped it.
"Who did this?!" she screamed to the hall, turning to face everyone, red in the face.
Everyone went silent. No one answered her, and no one made a move.
"I demand to know who did this!"
McGonagall chuckled, "Well, maybe Deloris, someone felt you no longer needed a wand because you considered using magic in the classroom before seventeen to be an impractical way to learn."
Umbridge was outraged, she spouted nonsense to her chair as the entire hall watched her struggle and scream. In the end, she demanded Flitwick remove her wand from the chair.
Flitwick spent twenty minutes casting spell after spell until he realized something and snapped the wand off the top of her chair. She squealed and gasped when she saw the bottom portion of her wand was still stuck to the chair. It still functioned as she attempted a few basic spells, but it was no longer perfect, no longer what she loved.
Umbridge waddled from the hall, and when she was gone, everyone broke into a fit of laughter at her distress.
Umbridge did not take this prank well. She was out for blood but could do nothing about it. She interrogated everyone in her classes, but she couldn't interrogate everyone who's ever been in the Great Hall. She didn't find anything pointing to the twins or Hunn, but she had her suspicions. She kept a close eye on them from that day onward.
The Quidditch teams had been reinstated a week later, and this weekend was the first game, Gryffindor V. Slytherin. The twins were hyped up. We spent the whole week before the match practice. Angelina wanted to win and ran the team to death during her practices.
Tonight, the night before the match, she gave everyone off. Fred had a detention to make up for, so it was just George and Hunn cuddled in the common room on the plush red couch before the fire.
"Hunn, Fred, and I have been thinking a lot."
"Ohh, be careful, love. Don't think too hard," she teased him with a wink.
He laughed, "Oh, very funny. We were thinking about leaving Hogwarts before graduation at the end of the year."
Hunn put her book down and looked up at him, "No."
"What?"
"No. You will graduate, George Weasley," she told him, picking up her book again.
"We've already found a location for the shop, love. We need to leave Hogwarts."
"Then you'll graduate before the year is out," she told him without looking up.
"And if McGonagall won't let us?"
Hunn sighed and looked at him frustratedly, "You don't get it, George. We will more than likely have children one day, and I will not fight with them about finishing school just because you and Fred decided not to graduate. So, you need to find a way to graduate. You only have three classes to take, so ask if you can take your exams early."
He pouted, but it wasn't real, a sparkle was hidden in his eyes, and his lips twitched a smile, "You want to have our babies?" his grin widened as he spoke.
"Oh. Of course, you dolt," Hunn laughed, closing her book.
He pushed his head onto her lap and lay between her legs as she studied for another hour.
"Fred still isn't back?" Hunn asked, looking down at a dozing George.
"Hmm, no, I suppose not. We've missed dinner." He looked around to see everyone walking back into the common room, "You want to head down to the kitchens?"
"The kitchens?" She asked, stroking his hair.
He grinned, "Yeah. Come on, no one will notice."
"Fine." We left for the kitchen hand in hand. The halls were quiet, and the portraits were sleeping or minding their own business.
Someone was walking ahead of them, right toward them, their footsteps getting closer. In a panic, they ducked inside a broom cupboard as the mystery person passed. The space was tight, and they stood practically on top of each other.
Hunn looked up at George, and he smiled sneakily, "Fancy meeting you here, love."
"You're such a goof," she giggled behind her hand, wiggling around in the tiny space.
His hand slipped down her arm, and with his other, he tilted her face to meet his. Her chest was pressed against his, and he kissed her roughly, careful of her injured hand. He gripped her thighs and picked her up, hiking up her skirt around her waist and placing her ankles above his bum.
"George!" she giggled, clinging to him, bringing their bodies even closer together.
"You know you love it, sweetheart." He trailed kisses down her neck, and his hands explored her breasts, popping open the buttons on her blouse one at a time until he could tug the front of her bra down and expose her breasts. His lips latched onto her nipple, and his hands went to her arse squeezing and massaging before slipping his fingers between legs and pushing her panties to the side.
"George. Please?" she begged him as he pushed his fingers into her wet pussy, thrusting against the soft spot he knew drove her crazy.
"What do you want, love?" he asked in a rough voice.
"You. Please," she begged between kisses, her voice coming out in a whine as she pleaded.
"Say it, love. You know I love to hear you talk dirty."
Hunn groaned as his fingers slipped inside her further, "Fuck me, George. Please."
"My pleasure," He pop tug down the front of his trousers and pulled out his hard cock before lining up with her sopping entrance and thrusting inside her in one quick go.
She arched her back, the air gone from her lungs, and he swallowed her moan in a deep kiss as she tried to gasp for breath again. He thrust harder, gripping her hips with desperate hands as she held back screams as he pounded against her cervix.
"Harder, George. Please," She dug her nails into his shoulder as he did as she commanded. Hunn clenched around him as he moved faster and hit a place so deep inside her and so right she lost the ability to think. Tingles started in her toes and goosebumps broke out across her skin.
When he bit and sucked at the tender skin under her breast her pussy spasmed around him, and she came undone. Biting into his shoulder through his shirt to stifle her sounds. George hugged her close, groaning in her ear, a mix of pain and pleasure as he filled her to overflowing.
Together they stood, their bodies connected for a long while as they caught their breath in the dark.
"George?"
"Yes, love?" he asked, still sounding tired.
"I love you."
He kissed her lips softly, "I love you too."
They dressed the best they could in the dark closet and headed to the kitchens for a midnight snack. Fred joined them a while later, and when he saw their sex hair and distraught clothing, he pouted, knowing he missed all the fun.