A/N: As many of you have guessed (judging by your comments) there are lemon-y type things happening here. If that bothers you—you probably should skip this whole chapter. Pretend that they spent the whole chapter, er, playing cards. I'm sure it was Go Fish, or Old Maid or something like that. This chapter took a bit. I'm not sure why, I just seemed to have horrible writer's block.

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The Prewett estate looked dark and imposing, but a couple flicks of the wrist and it seemed cozier. Hermione paced anxiously around the entry hall and Fabian and Gideon leaned back against the wall, crossed their arms and watched her silently. Their witch was nervous or upset about something. They weren't quite sure what, but something so they waited patiently. She stopped and looked at them, took a deep breath and started talking.

"I'm not a virgin," she said flatly, twisting her hands together. Fabian snorted.

"Neither are we. Or at least I'm not. How about you, Gid?" Fabian asked cheekily. Gideon glared at him, and then turned to Hermione.

"I'm not either," he said quietly with a shrug, "and I didn't expect you to be, either."

"Okay, so…I've got scars," she said anxiously, looking at the both of them. "Er, physical ones, I mean. From fighting…and whatnot."

"So you've got scars? We do, too, love. We've been fighting for years now," Fabian said while he slid his robes off and took off his shirt. Hermione just stared at him, her mouth opening and closing soundlessly. "Now this one here? This one Gideon gave me by accident when we were kids. This one Molly gave me when she didn't enunciate properly with a hex. She felt horrible and her nursing me back to health was worse than the original wound. This one I got from Selwyn, the bastard. You'll be happy to know I gave him as good as I got. This one I got from your generic Death Eater. These all came from a pretty heated battle and I'm not sure who gave me what. This one was from Bellatrix LeStrange. Vicious little harpy, she is. She isn't, by any chance, dead is she? That would make my whole week."

"You—you," Hermione managed to get out, but she still seemed stunned. Gideon smirked at him and then slid off his robes and undid his shirt. Hermione's eyes widened slightly and that was the only change. She appeared to be slightly stunned.

"I got this one as payback from Fabian," Gideon told her smoothly, pointing out a jagged scar on his left shoulder. "This one I got from a girl who thought I was Fabian. He'd just broken up with her, you see. These three were from Avery, and I got him good. This one was from Selwyn, and I think he thought I was Fabian. For some reason, he doesn't like you, brother. This is my present from Mrs. Lestrange, and I can't help but agree with Fabian about her. These other little scars were from that same heated battle. Oh! This was actually from Moody because I wasn't paying attention."

"Do you think we're horribly ugly and repulsive?" Fabian asked her softly. Hermione shook her head, still staring at them.

"Hermione, love, say something?" Gideon begged her quietly. Hermione blinked and turned slightly to Gideon.

"You," she said softly and shook her head.

"I think we broke her," Fabian muttered under his breath. Gideon grinned and then turned to Hermione.

"Is it because we don't care that you've been through a scrape or two?" Gideon asked gently. Hermione swallowed nervously and then pulled off her top and shimmied out of her jeans. She stood before them in knickers and bra that were a deep, deep blue. The twins moved closer. Fabian sucked in air between his teeth and gingerly touched and old scar that spread across her ribcage just under her bra.

"Who?" He demanded harshly.

"Dolohov, fifth year," she murmured softly. The twins exchanged a glance and then turned to her.

"He did this to you when you were fifteen?" Gideon demanded harshly. Hermione blinked and glanced up at him. She smiled weakly.

"Well, we broke into the Ministry of Magic to stop Voldemort and—"

"I don't even want to know," Fabian said, interrupting her. Then he paused and looked at her appraisingly. "Wait, you broke into the Ministry?"

"Yeah, Harry thought they'd taken Sirius, and we were going to rescue him…or something," Hermione muttered, frowning slightly.

"I think we're probably better off not knowing," Gideon murmured to his brother and Fabian nodded.

"Right," Fabian agreed. Hermione was right, she did have scars, but Fabian and Gideon could have cared less. She was beautiful. His hand moved to rest on spot where her hip began to flare out. He looked into those amber eyes and saw the vulnerability and fear there. He sighed and raised his hand, brushing her hair back from her face. "You are beautiful, Hermione. Yes, you've got scars, but they don't mar your beauty."

"You think I'm beautiful?" She said uncertainly, looking down at herself. Gideon tipped her chin up and glared at her.

"I know you're beautiful," he growled at her. She rolled her eyes and smiled at him.

"I suppose I could argue with you, but it would sound like I was fishing for compliments," she said at last. Gideon chuckled and slid behind her, admiring her tattoo for just a moment before he pressed his chest against her back. She shivered against him and he bent his head to kiss a small scar on her shoulder. Fabian had grabbed her arm and was staring at it.

"Who did this," he growled low in his throat. Gideon raised his head and looked at what his brother was pointing at. He became utterly still, staring at the word carved into their witch's arm. Hermione sighed and leaned against Gideon, who automatically wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Bellatrix Lestrange," she murmured. She tilted her head back and Fabian could see a thin scar that went across most of her neck. "This, too, actually."

"Please tell me she's dead," Gideon growled in her ear. Hermione smirked at Fabian who frowned slightly.

"Why are you smirking like that?" Fabian asked cautiously.

"Oh, she's dead. In my time or world or…whatever, Molly kills her," Hermione said smugly.

"Molly?!" Both twins goggled at her. Hermione nodded.

"Rule number #1: Don't ever mess with Molly's family," Hermione said firmly. Fabian and Gideon looked at one another and grinned.

"That sounds like our Moll," Gideon agreed at last, his breath against Hermione's ear. She shuddered against him.

"So we're all a little bit scarred, but we're not frightened off by our mutual scarring, right?" Fabian asked Hermione carefully. She bit her lip, and both men could see her thinking about it.

"I guess not?" She offered weakly. The twins gave her a look that was absolutely predatory and she shivered, but not in fear. They stalked toward her and pulled her into their arms.

Prewett kisses were distracting Hermione from everything except the feel of their lips on her skin. Fabian was placing delicate kisses over the scars on her inner forearm, as though he could with the force of his caring make the ugly word disappear from her skin. That tender act touched her deeply, and it was matched by Gideon's light kisses which seemed to be lightly touching most of the scars on her shoulders. In that moment, in that space, Hermione felt something very similar to the way she felt when the Longbottoms made her family, yet very different. It wasn't the sense of 'home', exactly. It was a sense of belonging. She didn't feel as though she belonged to Fabian and/or Gideon, or not quite anyway. It felt more as though she belonged with Fabian and Gideon. She was meant to be here, with them. She gave herself up to the sensations they were inspiring within her. Dark red, silky hair slid through her fingers, and dark blue eyes looked at her hungrily. Gideon and Fabian exchanged a look, and began to drag her toward the hall.

Hermione stumbled slightly, but followed Fabian and Gideon down the hall and up the stairs. They stumbled into a room that she assumed was the master suite. Fabian put a hand behind her back and was sliding her bra off. Her knickers followed quickly and the twins took one step back to admire the view for just a moment. The heat in both sets of eyes conveyed everything. Fabian and Gideon were used to being so closely linked to someone that speech was often unnecessary. Therefore, neither man needed to say a word; she could see in their eyes how beautiful they thought she was, how much they wanted her, and how much they…loved her. Her breath caught in her throat and she blinked rapidly, a blush rising in her cheeks. She flicked her own wand and they were soon as naked as she was. There were a couple more scars she noted, including a large scar on Gideon's powerful, well-muscled thigh. They were right. The scars didn't matter at all because she'd never seen men more beautiful than the two men here with her now. She pulled them both to her by their hands and gloried in the feel of their skin against hers.

"Now how does this work, exactly?" Hermione asked hesitantly. Fabian smirked at her. She glared at him and swatted him on the arm. "I mean, with two of you."

"Just let Gideon and I handle that bit," Fabian purred in her ears. She bit her lip and then nodded.

Fingers and hands slid down her back, cupped her bum and pulled her up against the hard, toned body of Gideon who was watching her reactions quietly. She slid her hands over his chest, lightly tracing the lines of his muscle and moving up and around his neck. He leaned down and kissed her because she was too short to lean up and kiss him. Gideon cupped her face in his large hand, his callused thumb brushing over her cheekbone. Fabian's hands slid up her ribcage to cup her breasts, his thumbs and forefingers tweaking her nipples and making her squirm between them. Fabian and Gideon led her gently toward the bed, and helped her into the middle so that they could lay on either side of her. Hermione trusted Gideon and Fabian with all of her heart and soul so she did just as Fabian had asked and let the two of them figure out how everything was supposed to work. It may have just been her, but she seemed to feel everything more intensely, more strongly, every touch building incredible sensations within her. Then again, she'd never actually been with two men before at the same time, so perhaps that was a part of it. Both men had made it work. Not quite how Hermione had expected, but to be honest she hadn't had any expectations. She just knew that it felt incredible, and she would like both of them to never, ever stop moving inside of her please and thank you. There was the delicious sensation of being absolutely filled and yet utterly complete. Her orgasm, went it came, was the most intense she'd ever experienced. She stared up at Fabian with a dazed expression, but he appeared somewhat stunned as well. She peeked over her shoulder at Gideon who looked completely floored.

"So that wasn't normal for you two either?" Hermione asked hesitantly. The twins shook their head at her mutely and then looked at one another and grinned wickedly.

"Could have been a fluke," Gideon suggested against her ear before he nibbled lightly on it. Fabian smirked at her, his dark blue eyes smoldering at her.

"Somehow I don't think that's so," Hermione said softly, staring at Fabian who kissed her on the nose.

"We don't think so either, love," Gideon murmured against her neck, "it's just too much fun to tease you."

"I see," Hermione said with a raised eyebrow. Fabian kissed her again.

"Don't be cranky, Hermione," Fabian said softly. "We like to laugh just as much in bed as out of it."

"I suppose I'll have to get used to that," Hermione said with a slight smile. Gideon growled against her shoulder.

"Damn straight you'll be getting used to it," he huffed. "You're stuck with us."

Later that night, Hermione awoke suddenly between her two lovers. Her skin was crawling, and she rubbed at her arms in an attempt to alleviate her discomfort. What had woken her? She grabbed her wand off the nightstand and did several security spells in quick succession. Nothing. There was no determinable threat to her, or Fabian and Gideon's, safety. The wards seemed fine, although only the twins could actually interact with them. She chewed her lip, trying to solve the puzzle when the twins turned almost as one and their hands reached out, searching for her. She smiled slightly, and put her wand back on the nightstand. Fabian and Gideon both murmured in their sleep and their arms tightened around her, pulling her to them. She allowed herself to be cuddled and closed her eyes reluctantly. Sleep was difficult, but she finally surrendered to it.

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The Marauders had been jittery and impatient, and Hermione couldn't really blame them. James was about to become a father, and his best friends would become honorary uncles in a just a few months. They were all prone to be a little touchy, and they were all wound a little tight. During all of this, their trainer had been calm, cool and collected. She'd kept them on track and focused. As a favor to Moody, James and Sirius were taking her and Remus over to the Ministry to do a demonstration for the rest of his Aurors. Hermione had her 'Jean MacDougall' face on, which had been a little disconcerting to the Marauders because they were used to Hermione's regular face, but they took it all in stride.

"Terrible tragedy," one of the other Aurors was saying to a friend as they entered the department. "Still can't figure out why they were targeted. Poor muggle family with a brand-new baby girl completely wiped out. The husband and wife were tooth healers or some such."

The man was pressed up against a wall faster than he could credit it, a furious witch twisting the robes at his throat to cut off circulation.

"The family, who were they? The name, man!" Hermione demanded shrilly, her heart pounding in her ears. It couldn't be!

"Er…Graham? No…Grantham? Oh, Granger!" The Auror managed to choke out. Hermione released him instantly, her face deathly pale.

"No," she whispered, her eyes wide and staring. She looked down at herself and started patting her own cheeks and pinching her arms. Everyone stared at her and then looked at the three young wizards who had escorted her.

"Her-er-Jean?" Remus asked softly, touching her elbow lightly. She started and turned to stare at them.

"I have to know," she whispered. Sirius and James went to talk to Moody who found the pertinent file and gave them an address. The three wizards escorted her out of the Ministry and took her in a side-along apparition because they didn't trust her current mental state.

The former Granger house was a smoking ruin. It was her house, the house to which her parents had brought her home from the hospital. The house she'd grown up in. That 'brand-new baby girl'…was her. She had woken up last night with some vague sense of unease. Why hadn't she disappeared? Why was she still here? Why had Death Eaters gone after her family this time if they hadn't before? What the hell was going on? Hermione stood staring at her home, her face a pale mask of grief. It didn't make any sense. It didn't. Why would someone have targeted her family? Voldemort wouldn't have cared.

"Hermione?" Sirius asked cautiously, coming to stand next to her.

"Remus, why am I still here?" Hermione asked in confusion, turning to the werewolf. "Shouldn't I have disappeared? That's how it's supposed to work…isn't it?"

"Well, actual time travel is, of course, mostly rumor and legend. There aren't many actual documented cases. I can't think of any off the top of my head. There's plenty of theory, sure. Time travel is one of those things that any idiot can theorize about because there is no way to experiment and disprove any of the currently touted theories," Remus explained carefully. Sirius snorted.

"I think that means he has no idea," James said dryly. Remus shot him a very rude gesture that earned him a smack on the arm from Hermione.

"Who would have wanted to destroy a family of muggle tooth healers?" Sirius wondered aloud.

"Voldemort's never had a root canal, has he?" Hermione asked curiously. The three young men looked at one another and shrugged.

"What's a root canal?" James asked curiously. Hermione smirked.

"I'll have to see if I can't make you an appointment," she murmured to herself. Then her face fell as she looked at her home again. "I just don't understand."

"Maybe we should take you home to Fabian and Gideon," Sirius said uncertainly.

"Or Mrs. Longbottom," James said softly.

"I want Mrs. Longbottom," Hermione whispered, her face deathly pale. "I want Augusta."

Augusta Longbottom was shocked when her adopted daughter was brought home by the three young men she trained looking as though her world had just ended. When young James Potter pulled her quietly aside and explained why Hermione looked so upset, she sat down abruptly not trusting her legs to hold her. She grabbed Hermione's hand and held it tightly. The girl felt solid enough, and she didn't look as though she were fading. This young woman, her daughter now, had come so far and risked so much for all of them. True, it had not been her intent to do so, but once she was here she had helped them all immeasurably. The question that Augusta kept returning to was why? Why had Death Eaters targeted her daughter's birth family? They enjoyed torturing muggles for sport, she knew that as well as anyone, but they certainly didn't put themselves out for it, or strain themselves in anyway. The Granger home wasn't easily accessible to magicals, which meant that someone had to put forth an effort. Someone had even taken the trouble to put up the Dark Mark above the home, as a warning. This disturbed Augusta greatly, and she wanted to talk to some of her contacts among the wizarding community. She sent for Fabian and Gideon, and turned to the three young men who were watching their normally calm and in control trainer lose a little bit of her hard won cool.

"What has happened we cannot control," Augusta said carefully. "I ask all three of you to please say nothing unless you are directly questioned. If you are, please say only that Hermione appeared agitated and said that she was returning to our estate here."

"You believe someone killed her and her family on purpose?" Remus asked cautiously, his eyes wide. Augusta nodded.

"I do," she said firmly. "I believe that whoever did this knew exactly who she was and that factored into their choice to target the Granger family."

"But," Remus said slowly, a look of horror on his face, "the only people who knew who Hermione was were the members of the Order of the Phoenix."

"That is my concern as well," Augusta replied harshly, her eyes cold. "House Longbottom will be reviewing its alliances carefully. James, would you ask your parents if I might speak with them? Sirius, I would like to speak to your Uncle Alphard, if he's currently in Britain."

"Uncle Alphard is in Britain right now," Sirius confirmed. "I'll contact him right away, Mrs. Longbottom."

"We won't let anything happen to her, Mrs. Longbottom," Remus said softly, staring at the young woman who had become a friend to all of them. Augusta snorted softly.

"That may be so, young Lupin, but you'll have to stand behind the Prewett boys. They'll claim pride of place as her betrotheds," Mrs. Longbottom said firmly. Hermione made a slight, strangled noise, but all of them ignored that as her normal reaction to anything resembling engagements and marriage.

"We can go right away, if you want," James offered quietly, his young face grave. Mrs. Longbottom nodded.

"Please, this whole situation is unacceptable, and I wish to consolidate our position as soon as possible. House Longbottom needs to know who it can count on, and who it can't," Augusta muttered darkly. Hermione still looked shocked and numb.

"Hermione! Mrs. Longbottom!" Fabian and Gideon were hurrying toward them. They sat down on either side of Hermione and cuddled her. Both men looked up at House Longbottom's Matriarch. "What's happened?"

"The Granger family's been murdered, and their home has been destroyed. They lived away from most magicals that it would have required an effort to get to them. We believe they were murdered on purpose. That whoever targeted them did so because they knew exactly who the infant Hermione Granger would grow up to become," Augusta informed the two men harshly, her mouth tightened in displeasure.

"But…the only people who knew-," Fabian began, shock and horror in his face.

"We know, we figured out that bit," Sirius told the twins. They looked at their witch and then turned to her adoptive mother.

"House Prewett stands with House Longbottom," Fabian said firmly. "I'll floo call Dad with your permission, and he can come swear alliance for the whole family. We can also floo call our brother-in-law, Arthur Weasley."

"House Longbottom thanks you," Augusta Longbottom said firmly. "I'll send an owl to Frank, he'll need to be present for the oaths of alliance."

"Of course," Gideon said with a nod. Hermione seemed to shake off her stupor and stared at all of them.

"Do I even want to know?" She asked Gideon with a slight frown.

"Someone tried to murder you," Fabian said flatly, his eyes hard. "You, and by extension your House, have been threatened. Your mother is rallying her House to fight."

"I see," Hermione said, her eyes wide. She turned to Augusta. "Thank you."

"No thanks are necessary," Augusta said stiffly. "You are my daughter."

"Of course," Hermione said faintly. "Is there a book or something that explains all of this?"

"Not really," Remus said apologetically. Fabian frowned thoughtfully.

"You might be able to find one at Prewett's Folly," he told her carefully, trying to communicate with his eyes.

"Oh! Oh, you're right," she murmured.

"However, you're not leaving here until House Longbottom has confirmed all of its alliances and set up a War Council," Augusta Longbottom said firmly. Hermione sighed heavily.

"Is that really necessary?" She demanded.

"Yes," replied everyone else firmly. She pouted, but in the end gave up gracefully.

"Very well," she muttered darkly, "but I'm not going to be happy about it."

"None of us are very happy about the current situation at all," Mrs. Longbottom said with a frown. The men all nodded their agreement. Someone was trying to destroy Hermione Longbottom. Unfortunately, they'd stirred a hornet's nest in the process.