The world was peaceful as Hunn walked with Ginny and Hermione through the corridors. There was only the sound of scuffling shoes and a polite 'excuse me' every now and again. Students studied hard and walked through the halls with books open and noses stuffed. It wasn't because they were all trying to avoid detention but because they all needed to study to pass their mid-semester class reviews before the Easter holiday.

Hunn had been helping the twins study for their final NEWTs. All week, they had been taking their exams and, by some work of truly strong magic, managed to pass them. It wasn't with perfect scores or even average scores in the case of their potions final, but they tried and succeeded in passing everything so far. All that was left was their final Transfiguration NEWT tomorrow morning.

Hunn shook her head to clear away the worry. She tuned in to Ginny and Hermione chatting about a boy named Dean Thomas. They were giggling and whispering to each other.

"He's so cute," Ginny sighed, gazing off into space and daydreaming.

Hermione nodded, and they giggled together.

"You two are nutters. Just talk to the boy."

They gave her a look that said it wasn't that easy.

"Just because you're with two boys doesn't mean it's easy to go up to them."

Hunn laughed and nodded, "I suppose you're right. I mean, if one woman can tame the two most bonker lads in the school. There's no way one woman could possibly ask out a normal boy."

"Nope. No possible way. I mean, the woman to tame them was just as easily mad as they were," Ginny joked.

Hunn laughed along with her as they walked on and returned to chatting about Dean Thomas.

"Ms. Rose Singer!" the shrill voice called out from down the corridor. They had been back from winter holiday for over two months, and Umbridge was still very cross over their sudden departure before the winter holiday.

Hunn paused between Ginny and Hermione, "Hunn," Ginny warned nervously.

"I know, I know. I can't let her make me mad. You two go on to class. I'll catch up later," Hunn muttered.

"You sure? We can stay with you, just in case," Hermione offered, her eyes finding Umbridge, who was stomping down the hall like a bull.

Hunn shook her head, "No, you both go on. I don't want either of you in detention with me," Hunn grinned, "Besides, I can handle this old toad."

Their smile fell, but they didn't fight it. They walked off together down the corridor, looking back at her. Hunn waved them off, and they kept walking.

"Ms. Rose Singer," Umbridge said again, this time from a few feet away, "I called for you."

Hunn turned to look at her. Umbridge was red in the face and holding her dreadful clipboard.

"Yes, I am aware, ma'am. That is why I stopped walking to class."

"Do not sass me. Ten points from Ravenclaw," She adjusted her skirt and huffed, "Now then. I must ask you, yet again, where you and your awful gang of miscreants get off to late at night. It is against the rules."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Hunn told her firmly.

"Lies. Detention tonight at seven," She said, writing it down on her clipboard, "I will find out." She turned and stomped off down the corridor.

With a heavy sigh, Hunn walked to class. She arrived four minutes late, and McGonagall was not impressed.

"You're late, Hunn."

"Professor Umbridge stopped me in the hall," Hunn told her, pleading for mercy.

"Very well. Take your seat and start on your work."

Hunn sat in class and wrote her essay for McGonagall. They were writing about turning teacups into needles. The class was supposed to be preparing to write it, but with her looming detention, Hunn tried to make quick work of it. She was almost finished with her essay when McGonagall dismissed them. She had an hour before the nightly feast but needed to complete the assignment three hours before her detention.

"Ms. Rose Singer?" McGonagall asked.

"Hmmm."

"Are you almost finished?" she asked, a smile evident.

"Mmmhhhmmm," Hunn mumbled to her, still focused on her writing.

"Finish up, and leave it on my desk," She smiled, "I trust you to lock my classroom before you go?"

"Of course, Professor," Hunn told her as she continued to write.

McGonagall chuckled as she walked out of the classroom and shut the door behind her. Hunn was in the last paragraph when she heard the door open again and softly shut.

She turned and saw Fred and George slowly creeping up behind her.

"Oh, damn it." George groaned.

"We wanted to surprise you," Fred explained, frustratedly throwing his hands up.

Hunn laughed at their disappointed faces, "Don't worry, you can surprise me after my detention tonight."

"Detention?" George asked, "What for?"

"Detention and I lost Ravenclaw ten house points," she told them, shrugging.

Fred wrapped his arms around her waist as she continued to write. George sat next to her and gripped her thigh in his hand.

"Umbridge stopped me in the hall and gave me detention when I wouldn't tell her where we've been meeting for the DA at night."

"That old toad. She's awful," Fred said, squeezing her tightly, "Will you still come to the DA meeting tonight at eight?"

Hunn nodded and rolled up her parchment, "Yes! Of course, I will be. Don't want to miss that," she detangled herself from Fred and George and placed the essay on McGonagall's desk. Fred wrapped his arms around her middle again and kissed under her ear.

"You know we could have a little fun right here, " He teased.

Hunn turned in his arms and looked up at him, "Are you trying to get in my knickers?" She feigned horror and laughed when he pulled her closer to his chest. She felt the bulge in his trousers press against her stomach, and it sent a wave of need through her body. Her skin felt tight and hot. She gripped Fred's arms to pull him closer. They were pressed together, as close as possible, only separated by the thin layer of clothes.

George snorted from the classroom doorway and locked it before heading back to them.

"I'm always trying to get in your knickers, Love. You have an amazing arse," He kissed her, and she laughed.

She could hear George make his way over to them, but instead of joining them, he sat in the chair behind the desk and watched. Fred kissed her roughly and trailed his hands down to her hips.

"What do you say, Love? Ready to have a little fun in the classroom?"

She giggled at his question and kissed him back, biting his lip. He gripped her hips tightly hips and lifted her so she sat on the desk with his hips between her legs. He slipped a hand up her shirt and spread her wider.

He popped the buttons open on her shirt and peppered her chest with kisses as his other hand traveled up her skirt and found her slick. Pushing her panties aside, he slipped a finger into her heat.

"Fred," she warned.

He nuzzled her neck and used his thumb to stroke her clit.

Hunn gasped as he added pressure, "I don't know if we should do this here. McGonagall could come back."

"Nonsense, my love, George locked the door," He claimed her lips and pushed her back on the desk. He dragged her hips to the edge of the desk and freed himself from his trousers.

Hunn let her eyes roam down his half-naked body, his cock long and thick, as he pressed into her. George stroked her cheek, drawing her attention as he kissed her sweetly. She saw him free himself, and her mouth opened wide for him. His thick shaft slipped between her lip,s and he groaned as she began sucking him into her mouth as much as she could.

Thick waves of heat traveled down her spine, and she reached her back against Fred, who thrust roughly into her as he massaged her breasts. Hunn's head was hazy with lust and need, but they didn't stop. They worked her between their bodies until she was on edge, nearly gone with the heat that was making her skin feel so tight and hot under their touch.

George leaned over her, still frantically fucking her mouth, and took her nipple between his teeth, rolling it and teasing her until she wanted to scream. The sensations drove her mad as Fred hit her sensitive spot inside. Her fingers gripping his arms, and her nails digging into his skin in an attempt to hold on to her sanity.

To no avail, Fred worked her clit between his rough fingers, and George bit her nipple, sending her over the edge. She fell into pleasure as she let out a silent scream around George, her body constricting and tingling, traveling over every inch of her skin as her toes curled.

They continued to move on top of her for moments longer until they filled her. She swallowed as George pulled from her mouth and kissed her cheeks, forehead, and lips.

When George had finished showering her with affection, Fred pulled her to sitting and embraced her tightly, kissing her crown. He rested his forehead against hers, "God, Love. I never think it can get any better, but every time I'm inside your body, I lose myself. You're bloody perfect. Just perfect."

She giggled and looked back at George, who was tucking himself inside his trousers and grinning. "He's right. Your body is beautiful, and the little sounds you make are blissful. The fact you trust us with this is amazing. Thank you."

Her heart was in her throat in an instant. She couldn't breathe. They were too perfect. They'd given her so much, and they still give more. George pecked her on the lips and walked around the desk to help Fred lift her off the desk.

"We've made a complete mess."

Hunn stood and righted her clothes as Fred did the same. She leaned against them and grinned, "I'm never going to be able to look at McGonagall again," she told them, pulling out her wand. They laughed as she flicked her wand and cleaned up the desk and floor without any effort.

"She'll never know," George said, wrapping her in his arms.

Hunn took their hands, and they left the classroom, locking it behind them. Her mind wandered to unholy things. How many others had done that?

Had McGonagall done that before? She shivered at the thought and tried to forget it. No way did she want to think of her Professor that way.

"Love?"

"Hmmm?"

"Fred and I want to thank you for helping us study."

Fred tugged on her hand, "Our last exam is tomorrow morning, and without you, we wouldn't have even managed to get this far," He admitted, looking shy.

"Honestly. We probably would have set off a bunch of pranks on our way out and never looked back."

"Thanks to you, though..."

"... Even though you forced us..."

"Even though you forced us, we will graduate from school."

Fred smiled down at her, and George smiled, too.

"We're going to graduate tomorrow after our last exam," Fred said with a sweet crooked smile.

"Yes, you are. You both are," she told them, letting her pride in them sweep the words out of her mouth, "But it wasn't thanks to me. All I did was kick your butts into gear. You've both put in the hard work and studied your arses off to pass all by yourselves. No cheating. No tricks. This was all because of you."

The pride that filled their eyes was heart-warming. They looked delighted with themselves and what they'd achieved with a little hard work and determination.

"We did do good," George said, pulling her in for a hug.

"We did great!" Fred agreed, throwing his arm around her shoulders as they walked.

The boys pulled Hunn close between them and led her through the doors into the great hall. It was bare; everyone had left or was leaving, and the house elves were cleaning up anything they might have left behind.

"Oh damn."

"Looks like our quick bout of fun made us a little late," Fred said sheepishly.

"Yes, looks like we missed supper," she said, looking up at them, "Will you walk me up to detention?"

George growled, "You know we will."

"And we'll wait for you to get out," Fred added.

They nodded their heads and led her out and up to detention in Umbridge's office. The halls were deserted except for a few wandering students, who all seemed rushing to their common rooms.

They held her hands in theirs as they walked, and the simplicity of that made her feel so safe and loved. Their hands were much more significant than hers and completely encased her smaller ones. When they stopped outside the DADA classroom, Fred and George pulled her into a group hug.

"Be safe," They whispered.

Hunn nodded and squared her shoulders before she walked through the door where she would suffer the wrath of the toad woman for the next hour or so. She felt their eyes on her back as she walked, and the weight was lifted off her shoulders. They made her feel a million times stronger with their Love and support.

The classroom was empty and unlit this time of day, but light was pouring out from the crack under her office door.

Memories flooded Hunn's mind as she approached.

Every Professor they had had to teach them gave the room a different vibe.

Quirrell had to be the creepiest pushover this school had ever seen. He lectured them on the weirdest topics. It had started typically with spells, creatures, and things, and then he started lecturing them on insane details. The length of vampire fangs, the thickness of a werewolf's fur, or the wingspan of Cornish pixies.

The next Professor was no better. He was self-centered arse who stole his findings.

The fake Moody was a step further in the wrong direction, nearly killing Harry and who knows who else if he had the chance.

Her eyes drifted over to the now empty boggart cabinet in the corner, and she smiled. That lesson with Lupin had to be her favorite. He was an outstanding teacher, challenging them in the best ways and pushing them to the edge with such creative lessons and work. He was the one teacher they had who cared and taught from his experience.

Now, they were stuck with her.

Hunn stopped in front of Umbridge's door, took a deep breath, and knocked.

"Come in!" Umbridge sang.

Hunn opened the door and noticed Umbridge was seated behind her desk, smiling, "You're right on time, Ms. Rose-Singer!"

Her stomach churned as Umbridge spoke. She was so giddy and excited Hunn felt as if she would be sick.

Umbridge stood and took her to a desk in the corner of the room, "Sit. Make yourself comfortable."

Hunn did as she said, and she walked to her desk and pulled out her wand. It was still broken and damaged on the end. She stroked it, and anger filled her eyes.

"I know you're helping that boy organize his little gang. You and all those snot-nosed rule breakers are up to something."

Hunn shook her head and started to speak, but Umbridge cut her off, "Don't you lie to me! I know you did this too," She shoved her wand in Hunn's face and blanched.

She flicked her wand in her direction, and small, thin ropes tied her to the desk.

"What are you doing? You can't do this," Hunn told her as she struggled against the ropes.

Hunn started to whisper a counterspell when Umbridge flicked her wand again, and her lips were sealed.

Umbridge pulled a chair in front of her and smiled.

"I can do whatever I want. I am the adult here."

Hunn's heart was beating like crazy.

"You've been breaking school rules. You're hiding an inappropriate club. You've been whoring around with those two boys. And you did this..." She held her wand up so Hunn could see very clearly the core of her wand peeking out and the wood splintering at the end.

Hunn shook her head, trying to deny it, but Umbridge laughed.

"No use lying. I know you did it. You or one of those boys, and tonight we will find out."

She pulled a chair in front of her and sat with her legs crossed, "Now, there are a few things we need to get right. I want you to admit to destroying my beautiful wand, and I want you to tell me where you're group is meeting in secret. Can we do that?" she asked softly.

Hunn shook her head.

Umbridge smiled, "I hoped you would say that," She flicked her wand, and a long, deep gash trailed down Hunn's arm. The pain was too much to contain, and tears welled in her eyes as Umbridge smiled, "Have you given it some thought now?" she asked sweetly.

Hunn shook her head again and braced for more. She dug the tip of her wand down Hunn's arm. The deep cut followed her movements, and blood pooled in the wound and dripped to the floor. Hunn's vision was blurring, and the room was spinning around her.

"I will persuade you to tell me. We have all the time in the world."

Hunn nodded her head, "You're willing to tell me now?" she asked

Hunn nodded again, and Umbridge waved her wand, unsealing Hunn's mouth.

"I glued your wand to your chair in the great hall. I knew you would never think of muggle glue, so I hoped you would break it."

"I knew it. And your club?"

"We're meeting in the dungeons, plotting to overthrow you."

She made an 'O' face, "I knew it," she whispered, "I knew it."

"Can I go? Please?" Hunn asked, feeling fainter as the seconds passed.

Umbridge paused momentarily and nodded, "I suppose I can't have you dying here," She waved her wand, and Hunn's arm stitched itself together. With her next wave, the ropes vanished, and Hunn raced from the room. Hunn's head spun, and she nearly fell, but she used the doorway to steady herself before running again.

"Crazy bitch. Fucking insane," Hunn stumbled down the stairs and nearly fell when Umbridge shut her door, leaving Hunn alone in the dark DADA classroom.

"Fred?" Hunn called out, "George?" she called again. Her body felt like it was falling apart, and her skin itched where Umbridge stitched her up.

The hall door flew open, and Fred ran into the room, followed by George, who raised his wand, ready to attack. Fred snatched her up into his arms, "Oh God. Oh God. I knew something was wrong. I felt your stress, your heart beating so hard. I'm so sorry," He mumbled, running from the class.

George kept his wand raised as Fred carried her away, "I'll kill her. I swear to God I'll kill her," He turned to go back to the classroom, but Hunn caught his sleeve.

"Don't. Please, George, stop," He looked at her and paused before nodding.

Fred hurried them to the common room, and George followed behind them, making sure to keep close, his hand clutching his wand and a scowl on his face.

They reached the Fat Lady, and Fred mumbled teacup. She swung open wide, and Fred carried Hunn through. He sat on the couch and held her in his lap as George started a fire.

"What happened?" he whispered into her hair.

"She wanted to know about the DA."

He stiffened, "Did you tell her anything?" he asked softly.

"I told her we were plotting to overthrow her."

Silence floated around them until George burst out laughing, "Such a sense of humor in the face of evil," He choked out, clutching his side as he made his way over to them and leaned into her other side. Hunn smiled and relaxed further into their arms.

"Hooky?" George called softy.

A crack and a pop appeared before Hooky appeared dressed in her pink pillowcase, rubbing her eyes.

"Oh, Miser Weasley. Hooky is so happy to see you. What can Hooky do for Miser Weasley?" she asked, grinning.

"Hunn isn't feeling too well, and she missed dinner in the great hall. We were wondering if you could make her a small snack?"

She beamed at George, "Of course! Hooky would be honored to help Missus Rosesinger. What does Missus want?" she asked.

"Oh, Hooky, you're so lovely in your pink pillowcase. Could you bring me a ham sandwich with a glass of pumpkin juice?" Hunn asked her with a small smile.

"Is that all Missus wants? Hooky could make you supper?" She asked, smiling brighter with a light blush on her cheeks.

"No, thank you, Hooky. I'm not feeling too well."

She nodded, and with another loud crack, she was gone.

She was gone moments before she appeared again, holding a tray loaded with more food than Hunn had requested.

"Hooky thought that Miser Weasley and Miser Weasley would be hungry too. So, Hooky brought food for them as well."

Hunn sat up and hurried out of Fred's lap, "Hooky, you're so wonderful."

Her eyes started to water, "Thank you, Missus, but Hooky just wanted to serve and ensure you were well."

Hooky tugged on her pillowcase, and Hunn remembered something important. "Hooky, wait here, please?" Hunn asked.

"Oh, course, Missus."

Hunn stood and tested her shaky legs. When they didn't give out on her, she raced upstairs into the room she shared with the twins and Lee. The room was empty when she flicked the lights on. It's still a complete mess but manageable. She rummaged around the cleaned clothes and bedding until she found what she needed. Hunn, feeling just a bit dizzy, walked back down to Hooky and the others.

Fred and George had started chowing down on the food Hooky brought, and Hooky looked like she was in heaven, sitting on the loveseat now with Fred, who chatted away with her as food overflowed from his mouth.

Hunn kneeled in front of Hooky and took her smaller hand.

"Hooky, I know you would never accept clothing, but can I give you this?" Hunn held out a clean, crisp lavender pillowcase to her, and she looked stunned.

"For Hooky?" she asked softly, her voice slightly over that of a whisper.

"I do not wish to free you from the job you love so much, but I would like you to take this."

Hooky's hands reached for it, and tears swam in her eyes, "Hooky does not know what to say. Hooky is very happy," She held the pillowcase out and inspected it, "It is beautiful."

Hunn pulled out her wand, and with a slight wave, she cut out an opening for Hooky's head and arms, "Will you wear it?"

Fred and George were watching them now, no longer eating but waiting to see what the house elf would do.

"Hooky would be honored. All the other elves will be so jealous that Missus gave Hooky a gift."

They let out a collective breath, and Hunn couldn't stop smiling, "I'm so glad you like it," she squeezed her hand, and Hooky threw her arms around her before disappearing with a loud crack, her happy wails still echoing in the common room.

Hunn crawled onto the loveseat, and George wrapped his arm around her shoulders, "That was so sweet of you, love."

"Really? I didn't want her to wear that old one anymore; it was dingy, and she deserved so much more. I just thought that one would be perfect for her."

Fred squeezed himself next to Hunn and brought the food tray to her lap, "That was amazing. You're always thinking of others, but now you must eat."

She nodded and started to eat. Her stomach was queasy, but she slowly ate as much food as possible while they quizzed each other on transfiguration.

"Your final NEWT is tomorrow," Hunn whispered.

They froze and nodded, snuggling closer to her, "It is."

"What if we fail?" George whispered.

"You won't."

Fred sounded a bit worried, "But what if..."

"You won't," Hunn said firmly.

Before they could both start worrying, the Fat lady let her portrait swing open. The Gryffindor DA members pushed their way in quietly and shuffled off to their rooms. Harry, Ron, and Hermione joined them near the fireplace, looking pleasantly tired.

"Why did you lot miss the meeting?" Ronald asked, munching on the last of the food.

"I had detention with Umbridge," Hunn told them with a shrug, lifting her stitched arm for them to see.

They blanched as their eyes took it all in, "What did she do?" Hermione asked, worry etched on her face.

"She cut me up pretty bad," Hunn paused and breathed, "She wanted to know why the DA was meeting and where."

Harry sucked in a breath this time and looked concerned, "It's alright if you told her, Hunn. I'm just glad you're okay."

He didn't look okay, "I told her that we were meeting to plot a way to overthrow her..." She paused and continued when they looked confused, "I also told her we were meeting in the dungeons..."

"She's going to think we're working with the Slytherins..." Harry said slowly, the information filling him slowly with joy and satisfaction.

Hunn nodded and leaned into George, "She's going to be so paranoid about trusting any student."

Hermione cocked her head, "She believed you?"

"I suppose she thought I was too afraid to be cut up and that I wouldn't lie to her. I also had to admit to damaging her wand before she let me go."

"That's bloody brilliant!" Ron praised, "Harry, we should have another meeting tomorrow night to make up for the one they missed tonight."

"I don't know. That seems a little risky with her looking for us."

"We're always careful, Harry. Plus, we need everyone to know how to cast a Patronus if You-Know-Who uses them to get to people."

"It's also an effective form of communication," Hermione added.

Ron jumped up, "See! Even she agrees that we need everyone to know how to communicate and protect themselves."

"It's also a very advanced spell. We could all use the instruction from someone who knows what they are doing," Hermione added again, pointing at us all in turn.

"Fine! We'll have another meeting," He said, "Do you three practice forming a Patronus?"

George and Fred shook their heads, but Hunn nodded, "It took me at least a year, but I learned," she told them.

"Show us," Ron demanded as he stole away their chips and shoved a handful in his mouth.

George gave her a nudge, "Please give it a go, " He asked, "I wanna see what you can do."

She blushed at his encouragement and nodded before quickly kissing him, "It's been a while. I haven't cast it since before my parents died," She raised her wand and took a deep breath.

Hunn tried to think of her happiest moment. Before, it was the Christmas she had spent with her parents, but their deaths turned that memory sour and a little bitter.

She took another deep breath, "Expecto Patronum," White light burst from the end of her wand and filled the common room. A fierce tigress stalked around the fire and roared as she glared and watched the eyes on her.

No one said a word. They watched the tigress stalk the room. Leaving a white glow in her wake as she went. Hunn's eyes found hers, and they shared a brief moment of understanding.

There was no danger here.

The tigress calmed, and Hunn flicked her wand, causing her to dissipate before their eyes. The common room was silent.

"That was bloody brilliant!" Fred laughed out, sounding completely astonished.

Hunn shook her head and flushed at his praise, "That wasn't my Patronus," she told them honestly, feeling slightly confused and full of Love.

"We just saw you cast it. Don't act shy," Harry said, smiling.

"No. I mean, that wasn't the form it had before. It used to be a small barn owl."

They looked at her skeptically, "I swear."

Hermione spoke up, "I think I've heard of this before. It doesn't happen often, but sometimes your Patronus can change."

Hunn leaned forward toward Hermione, "Really?"

Hermione nodded, "Normally, after losing a loved one..." she paused, "Your Patronus can change to reflect theirs. Did you know anyone with a Tiger?"

Hunn nodded, a small smile playing on her lips, "Yeah, I did. My mom."

"Well, that explains it," Hermione said, smiling, "She's still with you."

Harry stood and stretched before giving them a huge smile, "Hermione, can you send the message to the other members?"

"Of course," She said before jogging off to bed, "Goodnight," She called out before disappearing up the stairs.

"Hunn, could you help me out tomorrow during the meeting?" Harry asked sheepishly.

She nodded, "Of course, anything to help out."

"Thank you. Everyone struggles a little, and you'd be a huge help."

He left for bed, followed by Ron trying to cast a Patronus as he climbed the steps.

Hunn stretched out and yawned, feeling completely knackered. George scooped her up in his arms and carried her off to bed. He huffed as he climbed the stairs, and Fred behind him mimicked George's strained steps.

"George, I can walk, you know."

He gave her an unimpressed look and kept climbing, "You've been through a lot today. So, humor me."

She laughed and held on tight as she watched Fred give another huff behind him. They were ridiculously goofy, and it was their best quality.

George dropped her into bed and closed the curtains before stripping her down and checking her over for more injuries. His hands trailed down her body, but before Hunn could get any ideas, he pulled her jumper over her head, covered her up, and tucked her in. He and Fred dressed and climbed under the covers, wrapping their arms around her middle and keeping her close and safe.