"Have you finished painting the outside of the shop?" Fred asked, peeking his head through the open window upstairs.
"Yeah, George and I just finished!" Hunn yelled to him, "George, come here," She called for him.
George jogged his way over, and they stepped back to look at their hard work. The building was purple brick, and the windows were a lovely shade of reddish-orange now. The windows were slanted, and in the center, they had placed a large smiling Fred whose long, thin limbs stuck through openings in the windows. He lifted his hat and revealed a small white rabbit. She laughed when George mimed lifting his invisible hat with a goofy grin plastered on his face.
"Why did we ever put his ugly mug for everyone to see?" George laughed.
She smiled at him knowingly, "It could be you. You're a spitting image of each other. Though no one but us will ever know it's Fred up there."
"I look nothing like him," He complained, pouting with his arms crossed over his chest.
She laughed at him as he pouted, giving her the puppy dog eyes. Fred strutted out and grinned at them.
"You look happy, sweets," He said, leaning down to kiss her neck, "You must be happy to have three handsome men around now."
She laughed harder as George punched Fred's shoulder, looking peeved.
"George, it does no good to be jealous now. We can't change how you look," He teased back, stealing Hunn from George's arms to hold her in his own.
She laughed as they tugged her between them before finally pulling away and waving her wand at the shop. Grand opening signs littered the windows, and as she turned to the other shops, flyers were also plastered to their windows. Ginny would litter Hogwarts with the news of the shops opening, and students would come in waves on opening day.
George whistled, "All of Hogwarts is going to be here when we open..."
Hunn nodded, satisfied with their work for today. She let her hand rest on her small, swelling belly and relaxed. They were set to open in just two days, and soon, the shop would be filled with students of all ages. Her men crept up behind her and slipped their hands around to hold her belly in their hands as well.
"Still so small..." George whispered with awe.
She laughed, "Just wait. Soon I'll be as big as a house..." she told them, miming rubbing a huge baby belly.
Fred softly kissed her neck, "I can't wait," He whispered in her ear, sending shivers down her spine. She wiggled in his arms as he kissed down her neck and cupped her bum in his hand.
George grumbled lowly, "Let's take this inside, Fred, people are watching."
He mumbled under his breath about losing the moment before scooping her more petite frame into his arms and walking them in.
"Stop! I'm too heavy!" she protested, wiggling in his arms and trying to get down.
He grunted, "Stop spouting that rubbish. Now, hold still. I don't want to drop you, babes."
She stopped wiggling and held him around the neck as he carried her up the stairs. She looked over his shoulder and saw George closing the shop behind them before following close behind. When he caught her stare, he winked and grinned when she blushed a deep red.
Fred carried her up the stairs to the Loft and set her down gently on the sofa. He turned her so she faced the back cushions, "Hold the back," He instructed, "Right here," He told her, placing her hands exactly where he wanted them.
"What are you doing?" she nagged him when suddenly she felt his hand slip under her skirt and further until his fingers hooked at the waist of her knickers, "Fred?"
"We have to break the furniture in, sweets," Was all he said as his fingers pulled her knickers down and off her hot body. Fred ran his hands up her thighs and gently trailed his fingers over her soft waist to her breasts so he could undo the buttons and free her of the button down.
She looked back at him as he dropped it to the floor and tugged his own off over his head. In the corner, George was watching them, his eyes trailing down her body, his gaze burning.
Knowing he looked on set her nerves on fire and tingled her spine. Fred sank to his knees, and his hands ran up her legs until he palmed her soft arse in his rough hands.
"You're so beautiful," He said softly. His breath fanned over her heated skin, sending a wave of pleasure that shot straight to her core, and suddenly she needed him more than anything. She could feel it in her bones how badly she wanted him.
"Please, Fred..." she begged him.
His tongue licked her softly, tentatively at first, until her hips pushed back on his face, and he knew what she needed more than anything. He lapped at her hot center and trailed his tongue around her sensitive clit, teasing her with the firm strokes of his tongue until he slipped a finger into her center.
Letting out a moan, she gripped the couch tightly until her knuckles turned white. She shot a look at George and saw he was watching them intently, his cock in his hand, and it sent a wave of need through her to know he wanted to join them just as severely. Her body was on edge now; it just needed a little push, and she would fall into the pleasure Fred was lavishing on her body.
"You taste so sweet, Hunn. So wonderful, almost like candy," He murmured against her.
He continued to lap at her soft spot until she felt she was going to go mad, "Please, Fred, I need you," She gasped out, begging for him.
He patted her thigh firmly and pulled away, leaving her cold until he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her up against his chest. He held her there with one hand holding her up, cupping her breast as his knee spread her legs wider for him. She could feel the crown of his cock pressing into her heat, and she was lost to the sensations.
There was nothing she could do as she was stretched and pulled in every direction as he held her body up. His hand groped at her chest, pinching and rolling her nipples. She cried out his name and begged him to move, but he held fast and continued to tease and torture her body the way he wanted.
George walked in front of them and cupped her face in his hands to kiss her lips any way he liked.
She would let them do anything they wanted as long as they did it to her. Fred thrust up into her heat, and stars clouded her vision. George held her wavering gaze and smiled wickedly, "You're so beautiful when you come undone for us. So, perfect," He told her before capturing her mouth with his again.
Fred pulled her arms behind her and held them against her back so he could thrust up faster and harder than before, using her own body as leverage. Her voice was lost as she unraveled around Fred and as George kissed her mewling mouth.
Fred nipped at her neck and groaned, letting everything go as they both fell forward onto the couch. He pulled from her body and dragged her onto his lap, holding them close together.
She looked back at him from where she sat in his lap and smiled, "What was that?" she asked softly, teasing him.
He gave her a wide grin and kissed the top of her hair, "That was the most fun I've had all day." He said, chuckling.
She let out a laugh with him as George came around and kissed her. She moaned. He trailed his kisses between her breasts, and she lifted her hips for him, giving him easier access to her body.
"Are you sure?" he asked, nuzzling her neck.
She nodded and pushed her back against Fred's chest so George could fit between her open legs. He didn't wait for her to change her mind and lifted her hips further. He stroked her hot, sensitive flesh before pushing his way into her wet heat. She let out a strangled moan as he filled her again, stretching her just as she needed him to.
He moaned above her and held her hips tightly, "You feel so fucking fantastic," He groaned out, thrusting faster and harder.
Her grip on Fred's arms tightened as the pleasure built again to a height she wanted to fall from. Fingers pinched at her nipples, but she didn't care who did it as long as they never stopped. She pushed her hips up against his thrusts, needing him to keep moving and take her harder. The sensations were building, forming a knot of pleasure deep inside her body that became more and more the faster he carried and the harder he took what he needed.
Hunn cried out in pleasure and pain as she came again, taking everything with her as she fell. George groaned, and she could feel his heat filling her from the inside out. She let her body go slack and breathed as her sensitive skin cooled and Fred held her close.
George dropped to his knees and kissed her belly softly, "Fantastic."
"That was wonderful," she told them, still panting and trying to catch her breath.
They laughed, "That was more than wonderful," Fred told her.
"It was perfect."
...
The crowds were milling around the outside of the shop. There was a mass of people around for the opening this morning. There were adults with their children and many students they recognized from school peeking in excitement all over their faces.
"You lot ready?" Hunn called out from the top of the stairs.
George and Fred walked up on either side of her and nodded. They were dressed in their new purple robes, looking quite spiffy. She wore a cute purple dress that hugged her little bump and showed her support.
Hunn waved her wand and unlocked the doors. The crowd came flooding in, and they smiled as they heard their words of awe and amazement.
The shop was full for hours as they walked around saying hello and selling any requested items. They made hundreds of galleons in the first hour, and young students seemed to want more and more the longer they were open. Parents were being pulled through the store, and they emptied their pockets to make their children happy.
The young girls seemed to love the Pygmy Puffs and love potions, while the boys wanted the puking pasties and every other gross-out product they had in stock. They were running low already, and Fred was planning to make batches more of everything for tomorrow's opening.
"Fred? George?" a woman called out, her high-pitched whine laced with worry.
Standing on her tiptoes, Hunn used George for leverage to look over the crowd when Molly and Arthur pushed their way in front. Molly smiled at them and pulled them all in for a tight squeeze before letting go, her worry shining through.
"It's so busy here," She said, looking around at the crowd.
Fred, grinning brightly, hugging his mum again, "Isn't it great, mum? People love the shop, and we've already returned Harry's investment."
"Harry invested?" she asked, her eyes narrowing.
With bad timing, Harry walked up to them smiling, "I see everything is going well?"
Molly narrowed her eyes at him, and he laughed nervously, "Harry dear, I hear the boys have made back your investment."
He visibly swallowed his nerves and waved away, "They can keep it. It was a gift for being such good friends," He said before blending back into the crowd, hurrying away from Molly.
Hunn chucked at Harry's quick retreat as George started to boast, "We'll even have to make more product tomorrow if everything keeps going at this rate," George told his father proudly.
Ginny pushed her way between her Mum and Dad and held up a purple Pygmy Puff, "How much is this?" she asked.
Hunn shook her head, "He's yours, Ginn."
Her face lit up, and she hugged it close, "I'll call him Arnold!" she gushed, pulling Hunn in for a hug, "I'll bring your kitten back before school! I promise!" Ginny told her before turning away.
Ron held up a wanted product and grinned, "How much for me?"
"Ten galleons," Fred told him, smiling.
Ron frowned, and Hunn nearly lost it laughing, "I'm your brother," He said, frowning.
"Twenty galleons." George finished.
Ron walked off, grumbling, putting his much-wanted toy back. She laughed and slapped their shoulders.
"You're so mean to him."
They shrugged, and Molly wandered off to look at the shop.
"I never dreamed this would be such a big success," Fred admitted softly, wrapping his arm around her waist.
"You should have. You two were some of the biggest pranksters at Hogwarts has ever had."
He blushed, and George kissed her cheek, "I think we'll be alright," He told her, resting his arm around her shoulders.
She nodded. Everything would be fine.
...
Hunn was making tea while the twins opened the shop downstairs when the owl tapped at the window. It had been nearly two months since their grand opening, and they were now getting into the swing of things. Baby the owl was pruning his beautiful feathers as she opened the window. She shivered as the calm wind caressed her skin and carried him inside, setting him down on his perch near the door.
He cooed softly, and she got him a few treats for being such a wonderful bird. He nipped affectionately at her fingers before eating again and lifting his leg for her to remove the mail.
She shifted through the large post-order requests and magically stuck them to the wall, not to be forgotten. They had been getting hundreds of orders by owl and even more advanced payments to assure delivery. It was amazing how many people seemed to want the products they sold.
She sat and sipped her cuppa while sifting through the rest of the post. Her belly ached uncomfortably, and she stretched out, feeling better when relaxed. Her stomach had swelled over the last few months, and she felt tiny flutters, but when Fred or George tried to feel them, they felt nothing. She reassured them they would soon enough, but they still pouted. She was sticking more post-order requests to the wall when she came across a letter from McGonagall.
Dearest Hunn,
It has been nearly two months since your sudden departure. I hope you are doing well and that Mrs. Weasley brought you your things, as I had requested her to do some time ago.
Umbridge has been running amuck here for some time, but I am pleased to inform you that after we revealed her true intentions and the tragedy that has recently struck the ministry and poor Mr. Potter, she has been let go from her post as Headmistress.
Dumbledore has returned to his position as Headmaster, and the school is again in order. I have also spoken to the Headmaster and the Minister of Magic about your sudden departure and lack of graduation. They have agreed to let you graduate with full honors from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Congratulations!
Yours truly,
Minerva McGonagall
P.S. I hope you and your Weasley men are doing well with your pregnancy. I have only well wishes for you and your growing family.
Her heart was beating out of her chest. She flipped over to the other parchment attached and found a neatly handwritten diploma stating her status as a graduate student.
Also attached were Fred and Gorges's certificates. She beamed and waddled slightly as she headed to the shop to find her men. Behind the counter, they sold items to an elderly woman with her grandchild.
"Fred, Geroge! Look!" she said, shoving the diplomas in their faces.
They looked them over, and George beamed at her, "You've graduated?"
She nodded and jumped into his arms, "Her letter stated that after Dumbledore took his position back, he and the Minister are allowing me to graduate!" Hunn squealed excitedly.
George hugged her tightly, and Fred stole her away, letting the papers fall to the floor. "Congratulations, babes," He whispered, kissing her sweetly.
She landed on her feet again, and her smile fell, "She said something happened at the ministry. That something happened with Harry. It didn't sound good."
She looked between them as their faces lost their color.
"Well, you see, love, something happened about a month ago."
Her brows knit together. They beat around the bush, making her nervous, "What happened?"
"We didn't want to tell you. We knew you would have rushed over there not thinking," Fred choked out.
"We didn't want you or the baby to get hurt," George added, raising his hands in defense.
"What happened?" she asked again, getting angry.
They sighed, "Well, Harry went to the ministry thinking Sirius was in danger."
Her heart dropped.
"He took Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and a few other students with him."
"He didn't find Sirius there. It was a trap, and a bunch of Death Eaters were waiting for them in the room of prophecies."
"Is Harry alright?" she asked, tears filling her eyes.
Fred gathered her into his arms, and George said, "Yes, none of them are badly hurt, but a fight broke out between them all, and The Order had to go and save them."
She pulled herself closer to Fred and begged George to keep going.
"The Order was fine for the most part, but Sirius was hit with the killing curse before falling into the veil."
"The veil?" she asked, her voice sounding raw.
George stroked her cheek, "The veil to the other side. He fell through, and well, he's gone now." he finished.
Her heart broke, "Oh my god, Harry," She cried, "I have to go see him."
She tried to pull away, but Fred held her close, "We're not done, love."
She froze; what more could there be?
"Voldemort showed up in the end and tried to kill Harry."
A sob clawed its way from her throat, and she cried, "Is he okay?" she yelled, demanding an answer.
"He wasn't hurt. Dumbledore showed up to save him. Now everyone knows that he's back..."
"It's not safe for you to go anywhere without us."
Hunn pulled back and wiped her eyes dry, "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
George sighed, "We knew you'd be upset, but we can't do anything anymore. You can't do anything," He finished, taking her into his arms again and squeezing her for comfort.
She sobbed against his chest, and George moved in to comfort her as well. Voldemort had returned, and now everyone was in danger. Her heart beat rapidly, and her chest ached.
"I want to go see Harry," She choked out her eyes, pleading with them to let her go.
Fred looked away and shook his head, "No, I'm not going to let you go out there and hurt yourself or worse."
"Hunn, we can't lose you," George told her, pleading with her as he pulled her into his arms and held on tightly.
She nodded and pulled away, "Fine, I'm going upstairs to write to everyone," She walked away and then turned back and gave them a small smile, "Make sure to come up for an afternoon cuppa tea."
They nodded, "We'll try, love. The afternoon is the busiest time, so don't be sad if we don't make it."
She nodded and headed up the stairs. She was counting on them being too busy to come and sit with her. Once out of their sight, she rushed to the bedroom and dressed in George's old jumper and a pair of stretchy trousers. She stuffed her wand in her pocket and paused to rub her belly.
"We'll be back before they know we're gone," She whispered to her belly bump.
She stepped into the floo and called out for the Burrow. She was gone instantly and stepped into the small confined space of the Burrow smiling when Molly came rushing in to see who came to visit.
Molly grinned, clearly happy to see her, "Hello, dear! What brings you by?" she asked, hugging her.
Hunn held her belly and smiled, "Just came by to chat, Mum."
After hearing the commotion, Ginny rushed down the stairs and raced over to hug her tightly.
She hugged Ginny back fiercely, "How are you doing after everything?" she whispered.
Ginny pulled back and grimaced, "Mum grounded Ron and me. But we all made it out okay, except for ya know, Sirius," She whispered, tears brimming in her eyes.
Hunn leaned over and wiped them away, giving her a small smile, "I just heard about it today, or I would have been over sooner."
Ginny shook her head, "It's okay." She lifted a hand and felt her belly, "We all know you're protecting something real important yourself," She gave her a big smile and wandered off again, leaving Hunn alone with Molly again.
Molly took her arm and sat with her in the kitchen, preparing her a good cuppa of tea and milk. "How are you doing, darling?" she asked, sipping her tea.
Hunn didn't know what to say. She was heartbroken for their loss of Sirius and wanted to do anything, "I just heard about everything that happened. McGonagall sent me a letter to tell me I graduated, and Fred and George let it slip."
Molly smiled brightly, "That's wonderful dear! I'm so happy she managed to push that through for you."
She shrugged her shoulders, "I supposed."
"You suppose?" Molly asked, shocked by her indifference, "This is everything you've ever wanted."
"But with everything I've missed, it just doesn't feel that big or important anymore," She explained to Molly, who looked upset.
Molly walked over to her giant clock and pointed up at the faces. The faces of the family all pointed to Mortal Peril, "We're all in danger now, Hunn. When Sirius left that house, he knew what risks he was taking."
"But..."
"No buts. Every time any one of us leaves our homes, we are signing off on those risks. Sirius knew the danger he was getting into; he believed he would make it back home just fine, but he also knew there was a chance. A chance that he wouldn't," she explained, looking grim.
"I just want to do something. Anything to help," Hunn choked out with a small sob.
Molly wrapped her arms around her shoulder and smiled, "You're doing something right now."
"What?"
"You're protecting the next generation by keeping that baby safe," She told her, resting a hand on her tiny baby bump.
She knew it was true in her heart, but she still felt she could do more. Molly set her down and gave her another hug.
"Stay as long as you wish, sweetheart," She walked off to prepare the mid-day meal, and Hunn knew she should head home to do the same.
Hunn said her goodbyes and stepped back through the floor, knowing that she would need to fly here shortly as her pregnancy advanced. She called out for the Loft, and the green wave of flames took her home again.
She found the Loft empty as she had left it. Their owl was dozing on his perch, with their other smaller owl cuddled to his side. She walked into the Loft and went right to their bedroom.
She had to distract herself before her emotions got the better of her. She went to her closet and sat on the floor. With her wand, she emptied it of their clothing and enlarged the space to resemble the size of another room. She went out using her wand to turn it into a baby's room as she sat on the floor holding her small swell of a belly.
That is how George found her. He saw her huddled on the floor, crying after painting a moving portrait with her wand. A shaggy black dog pranced around the small room, looking happy.
"Sweetheart. What are you doing?" He asked, kneeling next to her.
She looked up and sniffled, "He's lost so many people, George."
He held her in his arms as she cried for Harry, the boy who lived.
...
Two days later, Hunn sat in a small chair at the back of the little library the twins created for her and read. She stuck her nose into her books and decided to fight in this war. She would use her knowledge and wits to help keep everyone else safe as she could. So she read, and she read, and she took notes.
She helped in the shop on the busier days, but when she could, she was always buried in the books passed down to her from her parents. The twins often had to come to find and feed her, or she would end up so lost she would forget for hours. They cared for her, knowing it was important to her to protect those she could, along with their baby.
Her nose was buried in a book on curses when an idea hit her, and she sprang up from her chair. She shuffled slightly to the ladder and headed as fast as possible to the shop. She found Fred near the entrance stocking the Puking Pasties.
"Fred!"
He looked at her, and worry flashed across his face, "What is it, sweets? Are you alright?" he asked quickly, his task forgotten as he focused on her now.
She waved his worry away, "I think I found something I can do!" she told him excitedly.
He looked wary and nodded for her to keep going.
"I can be a curse breaker at St. Mungo's," She told him, smiling.
He frowned, "But with the baby coming..."
She nodded, "I know that for at least a year, I'll be with the baby, but after that, I can leave him with your mother and then work at the hospital helping people," Sensing his doubt, she changed her plan on the fly, "Or I can work for The Order. After getting my Medi-Witch training, I can be on call and go to them when they need me," She told him, begging him with her eyes to agree.
George walked over and frowned when he saw the sadness creep into her eyes, "What's going on?" he asked, rubbing her back.
She shook her head and walked away from them; they were too concerned about her safety, not her feelings or her desire and need to be helpful and protect those she loved. She wandered back to the Loft and found herself in bed, exhausted and needing a quick nap. She thought of her family's future and quickly fell into a restless sleep.
"Hunn, wake up, love." Fred shook her gently.
She woke with a start and sat up, confused. There was moonlight outside the window, and she saw the moon hanging high in the sky.
"How long have I been sleeping?"
"Don't know, at least a few hours. We just found you here sleeping. It's time to eat."
She stood and let him lead her to the kitchen, where she saw George making her a small plate of food to nibble on.
They ate in silence for a while until they cleared their throats, catching her attention.
George pushed his plate away, "We've been thinking about what you told us."
She looked to Fred, who had taken her hand, "We think it would be good if you became a Medi-Witch," He told her, catching her off guard.
"Really?" she asked skeptically.
They nodded and smiled at her, "You can complete the training while pregnant and do it safely at St. Mungo's."
She felt as if her heart was going to burst, and tears fell from her eyes as she started to sob. "Thank you!" she cried with happiness, latched onto Fred, who was closest, and cried into his neck.
They took her to bed that night and showed her how much they loved her. She showed them just how much she appreciated them.