Fred's arms were wrapped around her so tightly that Hunn could barely breathe, but she didn't mind. She had missed him dearly, even when she wasn't sure if everything would work out.
Tears burned her eyes as she thought of his memories.
If she had done something...
If she had woken up sooner...
If she had been there for them...
Hunn found her mind in the same spiral of self-blame and feeling embarrassed, she leaned away from Fred, "Are you mad at me?" she asked, feeling self-conscious.
His eyes lit up at her question. He loved that she was asking, communicating with him rather than shutting it away, "No, darling. I'm not mad at all," his hands and eyes trailed to her belly as if remembering her swollen with their child, and his face fell. His features contorted with so much emotion, mainly pain, "It must have been so hard to lose our baby. To feel him move. To talk to him and love him," Fred paused, looking into her eyes now, "and then to have him taken away. I'm not mad at all. Not for anything, because I still have you."
Fred kissed her softly and let them linger there on her softer skin. Hunn had no more words to say because he had put out the blazing worry that was her fear. She loved him with all her heart, and even if they were brought together by silly magic as children, their love was real, and their life together would yield a million possibilities.
Hunn curled her arms around his neck and stood on her tiptoes to reach him better. Fred, being so starved for her, deepened the kiss and pressed her body to his until there was no space between them for even air to pass.
A loud crash came from the front of the shop, followed by a string of curses that would make a sailor blush, but instead of hopping apart, Fred kissed her tenderly on the forehead and held her to his chest, unwilling to let her go. Her heart was filled with so much love.
George came stomping into the back room where they were hiding, cursing Fred for leaving a stack of boxes in the walkway. He was rubbing the back of his head when he popped around the corner and froze in his tracks, "Hunn?" He whispered with awe.
She pulled away from Fred and ran to George, who wrapped his arms around her, "I missed you so much," He told her, his voice breaking as he spoke.
Hunn clutched the back of his jumper in her fists and held him tightly. Fred wrapped his arms around her from behind, and she felt complete standing between her men as they had her through the tears they shed together.
They cried for little Leo, they cried for her pain, they cried for losing those months together, and they cried for nearly losing each other. When they finally composed themselves enough to form words, Hunn looked into George's eyes and lost it again. He gazed at her with so much love and adoration that she didn't know how she could have ever considered leaving them.
Bringing her lips to his and standing on the tips of her toes, Hunn kissed him with all the passion she could muster, and George didn't miss a beat. He kissed her back, threading his fingers through her hair as he held her plastered to his chest. His kiss promised her the world.
She believed him.
George scooped her into his arms and carried her to their flat as Fred followed behind them, closing and locking up the shop as they went. Their hearts were filled with love and joy, and when George deposited her onto their bed, she knew she had made the right choice in coming home to them both.
"Are you sure you want this?" Fred asked, closing the hall door, looking a bit nervous.
Hunn nodded, "Of course I do. When I was with Charlie, I did a lot of thinking. At first, I thought it might be best if we separated and went our ways," They blanched, "but I did more thinking and kept trying to imagine my life without you. I couldn't," Hunn toyed with her engagement ring, the one she had never taken off, not even in her darkest moments, "When I tried to see myself with just one of you, it made it all worse," She tugged Fred down to the bed and held his hand.
"I couldn't picture myself without you or even with just one of you. Even then, when I didn't know if I should stay or go, I didn't decide until this morning."
"What did you decide?" George asked in a whisper.
She gave them a brilliant smile and pulled them closer, "This morning, Charlie took me to see a dragon."
Fred laughed, "Well, there's a surprise."
"Hush, he took me to see a dragon who could not have her hatchlings."
They went silent and watched her with careful eyes. After a moment of silence, Hunn continued, "He told me she couldn't have babies of her own. Nothing they did worked. She was alone and depressed," She wiped back tears and looked away, "Then he told me that there was an ill dragon mother who wasn't going to make it living across the sanctuary."
She looked at them both and smiled, "She's going to be given those eggs. She's going to be a mum. When he told me that, it all fell into place for me. We have to work out our problems and be a team. We've been through a lot but still have each other."
Fred tilted her head his way and kissed her lightly on the lips before George pulled her to the side and did the same, "We're your team, love. You'll always have us," They said in unison.
"You're both so wonderful. Crazy but wonderful."
"You call us crazy. I call us inventive and sexy," George replied, looking smug.
Fred snorted and crawled between her legs, "We're your inventive and sexy men," He said, wiggling his eyebrows with a goofy grin plastered on his face.
"Come here, you sexy, inventive men of mine," Hunn giggled, holding her arms wide open for them both. Fred and George crawled onto the bed and into her arms. Fred made his way between her legs and rested his head on her belly, and George curled up next to her side and played with her hair.
"I missed you," George whispered, kissing her cheek.
Fred buried his face in between her breasts, "I miss you too. I'm sorry I drove you away," He whispered, holding her close.
Hunn ran her fingers through his hair and held them close, "You didn't drive me away, Fred. I left because I needed to. I needed to think about everything and know if I could live without you."
They looked at her, "Can you?"
Hunn nodded, "I can, but I don't want to."
...
"Fred!" Hunn shouted, giggling uncontrollably. Fred had scooped her into his arms and carried her through the shop as patrons shopped and laughed at their antics.
"I can't help it!" he laughed with her, setting her down slowly in front of the counter. Her body slid down his. Fred groaned as her soft stomach and breasts rubbed against the front of his body until her feet landed on top of his, and she looked into his eyes that shined like stars in the night sky and smiled, knowing exactly what he was thinking.
"I'm not going anywhere, Fred," Hunn whispered, cupping his face in her hands.
He looked away as the smile slipped from his handsome face. She had always been able to read him so well. Even when the word saw him smile, she could see what he was trying to hide underneath the surface.
"Fred?"
He looked back at her and smiled, "I can't help it. You were gone so long before. I have to make sure you're still here," He smiled brightly, but the sadness showed the caution that filled his heart. He was scared that she was going to leave again.
She wrapped her arms around him, unable to find the right words to reassure him that she was staying forever.
"Get a room!" George shouted from the front register, laughing as young girls blushed and whispered.
"Oi! Stop being a jealous git!" Fred teased back.
George howled with laughter, "You wish! She loves me more!"
"George!" she scolded, laughing at his antics, but he only winked. Hunn turned to Fred and spoke quietly for only him to hear, "Take me upstairs, my Valliant knight."
He flashed her a bright, beautiful smile that crinkled around his eyes, and without a word, he swept her off her feet, threw her over his shoulder, and raced up the stairs.
"Oi! Where are you lot off too! Don't leave me alone down here!" George shouted after them, a smile filling his voice.
Fred didn't stop running until he reached their bedroom. He locked the door, tossed her on top of their bed, and surrounded her with fluffy red and blue pillows and blankets. Then he crept across the mattress and took her in his arms, placing her over his hips.
"Fred!" Hunn giggled as the stubble on Fred's chin tickled its way between her breasts as he pulled open her robes.
He kissed her down to her belly, pulling off her clothes as he went, tossing them to the floor. Her fingers worked the buttons on his shirt, popping them open until his chest was bare. Before she could enjoy the feeling of his skin on hers, he pulled her up and pushed her panties to the side, and placed his mouth on her pussy.
Ecstasy bloomed through her body, and a sweat broke out across her skin as she rode his face. He brought her close to the edge and stopped, teasing her with his tongue as he savored her taste filling his mouth.
"Fuck Fred," her hips bucked against his chin, her juices covering his face as he failed to catch it all.
Taking two fingers, he pushed against her entrance, pushing inside her body and curling his finger. Her body moved on its own now, gripping the headboard as she begged Fred to do more.
Hunn pushed her hips down on his mouth, trying to take what she wanted, but he wasn't willing to give in yet. Fred held her up with his free hand and devoured her pussy until she was near sobbing.
Her begging got more desperate, and when she began to plead, he pulled his mouth from her, placing a kiss on her thighs before flipping her onto her hands and knees.
"No, Fred, please don't stop," she nearly cried, pushing her arse against his hard cock.
"My pretty little witch, I've only just gotten started," he whispered in her ear before pushing her against the bed, forcing her to arch her back for him, "Stay just like this," he ordered.
Whimpering, she nodded, resting her head against the soft covers.
Hunn could feel his eyes on her body, but he wasn't touching her. His clothes ruffled behind her as he moved, and then suddenly, his hands were caressing her.
"You've always been so beautiful," his hands traced her curves, changed from her pregnancy until he reached her ass. His calloused hands squeezed and massaged her until he decided his handprint would look perfect on her creamy skin.
The smack came before Hunn could realize what he was doing, and the second, third, and fourth in quick succession as she screamed. Her mind flooded with new sensations, overstimulated and needy, she begged him for more rather than to stop.
He delivered, thrusting into her her tight pussy, as his hand came down on her perfect skin on the other side marking her. Finally filled, she pushed back against his thrusts as Fred covered her body with his own, now kissing her neck and sucking at the spot that made her mewl.
"I love you," Hunn groaned, gripping the sheets in her hand.
Using her hair, Fred pulled her head back to look deeply into her eyes, "I love you too, more and more every day," he told her, thrusting deeper into her body as she groaned. He knew she was close. He could feel the fluttering of her pussy around his cock. He could hear her desperate whines and pleading as she got closer and closer.
Her pussy squeezed him so good. Just the just the way he needed, he could feel his release coming.
Not wanting to leave her liking, he slipped his hand around her hip and found her swollen clit. Rubbing in quick circles as he kissed her, she bucked her hips, struggling against him as she neared her orgasm, but Fred didn't stop.
Hunn screamed her pleasure against his lips, and he grunted as her pussy gripped him, bringing him with her. He filled her as she squeezed everything from him until he collapsed on top of her, panting.
Fred rolled onto his side and dragged her to lay on his chest, "Sleep," He told her, kissing her forehead again.
She smiled devilishly at him, "I'm not done with you yet, Mr. Weasley."
"Oh, someone's feeling mighty naughty today," He teased as she threw her legs over his hips.
"You ready for this, mate?" she joked before slipping him inside her wet center once more. He couldn't reply. He only groaned as she controlled the pace of his pleasure. His hand gripped her hips as his hips thrust up into her body, causing more and more sparks to fly as they became one sweaty mass of love and passion.
When Fred couldn't take her slow movements anymore, he flipped her onto her side and slid into her heat again, cupping her neck and kissing her shoulders as he took control of their lovemaking. His hand traveled from her neck down to her breast, holding her close to his chest and thrusting into her deeper and harder, using their new position to get as close to her as possible.
Her back arched as she came undone, her pussy gripping him as he buried his face in her hair. His hips thrust up into her body and let go as they panted together as one, "I've been living in the best daydream from the moment George and I rescued you."
A lightbulb went off in that second, and Hunn sat bolt upright in bed, clutching the sheet to her chest, "A daydream," She whispered as the gears turned in her mind.
Fred wrapped his arms around her waist and held her close, "Yes, you're a dream come true."
"A daydream," She whispered again, threading her fingers into his hair, "Fred, don't you get it?" she asked, smiling wide.
"Hmmm?" he mumbled with his eyes closed.
"A daydream. A daydream is something everyone wants. What if we created a potion to induce a daydream?"
"Why would we want to do that?" he asked, slightly confused.
"We could help witches and wizards with anxiety. Depression and those who are trapped in bed and recovering! Fred!"
He stared into space with an amused and bewildered expression, "It'll be hard to do," He whispered, grinning wildly.
She matched his grin, "We can do it. I know we can."
He kissed her sweetly, "You sound like a mad woman, and I love it!"
...
"Fred! Hand me the unicorn hair," Hunn asked, standing over the bubbling cauldron.
Fred slipped a silky hair into her hand and stood back as she let it gracefully fall into the slippery, smooth silver liquid. As the hair dissolved and the dragon bone spoon stirred, the liquid about the potion turned into a very deep and warm maroon. Warm cinnamon filled the room, and when the flame was lowered, the bubbling ceased, and the stirring stopped.
"I want to try it," George whispered.
Hunn's eyes widened, "George... I don't know. This potion has a lot of theory; I don't know if it's safe yet."
"I'll try it."
"Maybe we should test it on a rat first," Fred suggested.
"No, I'll try it." George insisted, "We always test our products."
"Alright. Just a little."
George grinned triumphantly, "Hand it over, little lady," He smirked, holding his hand for the spoon.
"Not a lot, George, just a small sip. I don't want to hurt you," Hunn warned, letting the spoon slip from her fingers into his.
"Bullocks! You're like a potion master! And a Medi-Witch at that!" He held the brew to his lips and let it slide over his tongue and throat.
For a moment, his eyes seemed to glass over, and he went still with a slight smile before foam built in the corners of his mouth.
"Fred! Grab a bezoar! Hurry! I don't know what's wrong!" Hunn clutched George in her arms and held him as his body began to shake.
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck," She chanted under her breath.
Fred dropped to his knees and shoved the stone down George's throat. The world seemed to stop as they waited for him to breathe again. When he did, he coughed and spit up the foam before flopping down onto the floor.
"That was bloody brilliant," He said hoarsely.
"Brilliant!? You nearly died, you dunderhead!" Hunn said, smacking his arm.
He laughed, "You have no idea what I just saw, babes," He paused a moment, and tears gathered in his eyes, "It was beautiful, relaxing, and so much more."
"You must be bonkers, mate," Fred whispered, "You were foaming at the mouth and shaking like a rattle."
"It was beautiful. We were all together. Me, you, Fred, and the baby. We were all on the beach together, just being together. I felt so happy. It was almost real. I swear for a moment it was," He whispered again.
"You felt at peace?" Hunn whispered in awe.
George nodded and curled into her lap.
Hunn pondered his words and thought about the potion's ingredients. She had added unicorn hair last, which was supposed to provide most of the serotonin that the potion was supposed to induce and the warm, safe, lucky feeling.
"Maybe this was a simple case of serotonin overload. We added the unicorn hair last. That means it didn't get a chance to simmer off as much as it could have."
"What if we add it around the middle to simmer off more?" Fred suggested taking notes.
Hunn nodded, "Yes, that could work. The only problem is that it would limit the length of the potion's effectiveness by about half."
George looked up, "Even a moment of what I felt was blissful, love. We can cut the time and warn the buyers that it should be used in moderation."
Hunn nodded, looking up at Fred. She smiled, "That's what we'll do then. We can try again tomorrow night by adding the hair and then letting the potion simmer overnight. In the morning, we can add the rest of the ingredients."
Her men nodded, and George curled up against her belly, holding her close. Fred went on to take notes about George's reaction and their plan to change the potion.
No matter how much George snored, she couldn't let him go after seeing him so close to death's door.
"George tried it before, so it's my go now!" Fred exclaimed excitedly.
Hunn groaned but relented anyway, "Ughhhh, fine. Get a bezoar, and we can have you give it a go."
Fred ran off to get the stone, and Geroge sat there laughing, "You look so freaked."
"Yeah, I'm freaked out," Hunn glared, "You almost died last time."
Geroge sobered up and smiled slightly, "I trusted you to save me."
Her heart beat softly and tenderly at his words, "It still wasn't easy seeing you that way."
As Fred entered the room again, he nodded and held her, "You are the most intelligent witch." Fred told her, smiling.
Hunn rolled her eyes as Fred sat beside her and tossed the potion back without hesitation. They held their breath when he didn't move—just seemed to smile and daze off into nowhere.
"Fred?" George whispered.
Hunn poked Fred's shoulder and swatted her away, "Stop, this is lovely," He told them as if he was completely aware of everything around them.
They let go a sigh of relief and let him feel the potion work. After about twelve minutes, Fred seemed to blink back to the real world and grinned.
"That was bloody brilliant!" he said, kissing her cheek.
"What did you see? How did it feel?" George asked quickly, pulling out parchment to keep track.
Fred sighed with a smile, "We were all together. You, me, Hunn, Mum, and Dad," He stopped and held her hand, "You were reading, and Mum was complaining about grandbabies, and Dad was tinkering with his muggle toys."
"How do you feel?" she asked, smiling softly.
He grinned, "Relaxed. The tension seemed to seep from me, and I forgot the world. But when you poked at me, I could feel you, and I knew it wasn't real."
"Can you stand? Feel your legs? Your arms? Any side effects at all?"
Fred shook his head, "Arms are fine. On the other hand, my stomach feels a little light, a little empty."
"You're always hungry," Hunn hushed him.
He stood and stretched out his legs, "Legs feel a little tingly, and my head seems clear, but other than that, I feel fine."
"We'll keep playing with it, see if there are any long-term effects, but it all seems fine now."
Fred cheered and sprang again, "Let's head to the Leaky Caldron and get a bite to eat!"
"Yeah, I'm famished," George agreed, getting to his feet.
Hunn frowned, "We just ate an hour ago."
George shrugged his shoulders, "Can't help it."
"We're starving," Fred finished.
"Oh, alright. Let's go, you two," She waved her wand and put the potion into vials.
They took her by the elbows and went to the Leaky Caldron. The streets were quiet, and the shoppers were in tight-knit groups, never straying from each other. When they popped the door open to the Leaky, a few patrons looked up with wands drawn.
"Don't worry, mate. We're just here for a bite," George said to an edgy man in the corner.
He put his wand away and turned back to his cuppa.
Fred took Hunn to the corner, and George went to order for them all. Fred shoved her into the booth's center and blocked her from the aisle. When George returned, he took the seat on her other side, and they chatted away about the man who had drawn his wand.
"I didn't know people were so on edge," Hunn whispered.
Fred shrugged, "People are prepared for the worst."
"Mum told us it's worse than last time."
"Dad said the whisperings about You-Know-Who have gotten worse."
Hunn shivered, "Worse?"
They nodded, and each took one of her hands. Fred leaned in and whispered in her ear, "Yeah. Mum said back when she was young that everyone was on edge."
George leaned in on her other side, "Now some believe he's come back from the dead. Who wouldn't be scared?"
"Only some?"
Fred nodded, "The ministry is still in denial."
"Claiming Dumbledore is off his rocker," George added, "And he is."
"But that's not the point," Fred finished chuckling.
Their food floated over, and they went silent as they ate. The Leaky seemed to fall empty as the day grew later, and as they finished their food, they curled up together and enjoyed the silence as they basked in the glow from the fire nearby.
"Sweets?" George said, shaking her shoulder.
"Hmmm?"
"Love?" Fred asked softly, trying to get her attention.
She sat up and looked between them both, "Yeah?"
They moved closer to her, "We've all been through a lot?" they said together.
She nodded.
"We want you to know that there's never been a moment we didn't love you."
"With all our heart. We want to be with you always. From the worst."
"To the very best."
"Yes, I know this. I love you both as well. More and more each day," She told them, squeezing their hands.
Fred pulled out a small box and held it up to her. George opened the lid, and inside was a small silver necklace of angel wings resting on smooth silk.
"We want to know if you'd marry us?" George asked, a bit nervous.
"Again..." Fred added with his crooked smile.
Tears welled in her eyes, and she nodded vigorously. "Of course I will, you dunderheads. I love you both more than you'll ever know."
"Trust us, we know," Fred grinned, "We've never doubted."
She laughed and kissed his cheek.
They hugged her close and headed home, where they climbed into bed for the night and showed each other just how much love they had for each other and then some.