"Sirius?" Hermione said, standing on the other side of his shut door. "I need to speak with you."

The door opened to show the wizard in question leaning against the frame. "So, we are talking now?" he said, sarcastically.

Hermione rolled her eyes with a huff, "shut up, Sirius. This isn't a joke. It's about Regulus."

"What about him?" he said, annoyed that she came to visit him only to speak of his younger brother. "What did he do this time?"

Hermione's eyes hardened as she glared at the wizard. "Sirius, you do know that he never really did anything wrong, to begin with, right?"

Sirius looked at the witch as if she were speaking a different language. "He became a death eater, Hermione!"

"Yes," she sighed, "but he didn't have much of a choice, did he? I thought you understood that by now?"

"He could have left," Sirius scoffed. "He could have run away."

Hermione almost wished she were speaking another language at that moment, so that she could get out of this conversation. "You think he should have run away like you did? Because James, so righteously took you in? Where would Regulus have gone, Sirius? He didn't have a safe place like you did. His safe place WAS you."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Sirius growled out with an offended huff.

"A few nights ago, I tried to wake Regulus up from a nightmare and he was a mess, to put it lightly." She frowned as she remembered that night. "At one point, I thought he had woken up, but he wasn't really as awake as I had imagined. Basically, Regulus thought that I was you. He yelled your name, begging you not to leave him, to stay with him. He was crying, gripping onto me like I was going to run away. Like you were going to run away. So, I promised him that I would stay. That you would stay."

"Y-you did what?" Sirius stuttered out.

"I promised him," Hermione said bluntly. "He begged you to stay, and I promised that you would."

Sirius ran a hand through his hair in annoyance. "Well, what am I supposed to do now?!"

"Sirius, the sentence explains itself. You stay. You have to be there for him; you can't just abandon him again. This clearly has affected him quite a lot, and you can't keep ignoring it. I won't let you."

"I just don't see the poi-" he started, until the agitated witch in front of him cut off the rest of the sentence.

"Who are you hurting by acknowledging Regulus? Because, I hate to break it to you, but neither James nor Remus are here anymore. Even Dumbledore isn't here to pass judgement on you and your decisions. But, do you know who is here? Me. I am here Sirius. Your little brother, he is here. Regulus, who came to you for safety when he had nightmares. The wizard who is so much more than his cold exterior shows. I mean for Merlin's sake, the boy almost passed out from happiness when he found his old quidditch jersey today," Hermione said with a small smile gracing over her lips.

"Listen, he isn't who you believe that he is, Sirius. I'm so damn tired of this stupid fight between you and Regulus, and I've come here to end it, right now. This is the last time that I will address the conflict that you both have with each other. It's up to you now; take the initiative and fix this bloody mess before we all go completely mad."

Sirius watched in awe as the little witch stomped herself through the door and into the hall. Once she had disappeared entirely, he threw himself into a large chair, closing his eyes as he heaved a sigh.

"Fuck."


Hermione had been sitting in the front room reading quietly when the twins found her.

She noticed the presence of the two men and lifted her eyes towards them. "Hello," she said with a smile before she returned to her reading, assuming that they would just continue to walk past her and go somewhere else.

Instead, she found herself with her head resting on Fabian's lap while her legs were lifted off of the ground to lay equally onto Gideon's lap as well. "I was reading, you know," she said with a pout.

"Yes, but when aren't you? That's why my brother and I have decided to lend you our services for a while," Fabian said, watching with amusement as Hermione's brows furrowed.

"Do I dare even ask what these services entail?" She murmured with a questioning tone.

Suddenly, she felt a pair of hands rubbing against her legs, and she shivered before she burrowed her face into Fabian, whose fingers were continuously brushing through her hair.

"How about you let us show you, instead. Sound good, beautiful?" One of the twins asked though Hermione was too distracted by the hands trailing over her body to make out who exactly it was.

Gideon peered over at his brother after they had been laying like this for a few minutes. Fabian gave him a knowing look and smirked as he shot his eyes down to his brother's hands that were rubbing Hermione's bare legs.

Gideon lifted his eyebrows as he looked to where his brother's eyes had strayed and began to shift his hands higher up her legs so that they lay on her thighs. Fabian nodded at this and Gideon knew what his brother had meant by the looks that he was giving him.

Gideon gripped Hermione's thighs and started to massage them with his long fingers. He rubbed them intensely towards the inside of her thighs and he heard the witch let out a quiet sigh at this, as she shifted her body around. He looked over as he saw his brother's hands started to caress the skin from the side of her face down to her neck, close to her collarbones. Gideon swore he could feel the skin himself as he stared at the hands that were identical to his.

After a while, their hands seemed to drift closer together; Fabian's trailing downwards towards her breasts, and Gideon's traveling upward to the apex between her thighs.

Hermione's eyes were still closed, though her brows would furrow occasionally and her hands would twitch along with them. Suddenly her eyes had popped open when she felt Fabian's hands slip underneath the buttons of her flannel and run over her breasts, down to the bottom, where a small patch of skin was showing. His fingers swirled around the tanned skin and she looked up into his eyes in questioning.

Hermione also seemed to register that his brother's hands were also traveling closer and closer to her heat, and her eyes widened in shock. She opened her mouth to begin speaking but nothing came out as she felt Fabian's fingers start to travel underneath her shirt. Hermione realized what they were doing and closed her eyes in surrender. Arguing was useless at this point; she wanted this just as much as they did.

Fabian looked up as Gideon's eyes seemed to widen on the skin that was showing as her shirt had ridden higher up. He moved one of his hands from her thighs up to her stomach and extra carefully ran a finger over the dark red scar that was revealed.

"What happened?" Gideon asked in a quiet whisper, and this made his brother notice the scar as well.

Hermione didn't even cringe at the question, as she was so used to it by now. "Antonin hit me with a curse when we were dueling in the Department of Mysteries."

"Does it still hurt?" Fabian asked gently.

"No, not exactly. Sometimes I will feel a sharp pain once in a while, but it really only lasts for a few seconds. I forgive him though… So please don't worry about it," she finished in a whisper.

The brothers gathered that she was telling the truth and decided not to push it at that moment.

Carefully, Gideon lowered his head towards her hip and placed a tiny kiss on the healed wound. Hermione smiled when she felt that and she lifted her hand to run through his hair in a gesture of appreciation. As Gideon pulled back, her hand fell from his head and back down onto the couch.

Gideon was determined to show the brilliant woman lying half on top of him, how much he appreciated her. He moved both hands to her waist as he stared reverently at her knickers. He brought a single finger to trail over her mound, and run down the cleft of her pussy to where her entrance was, signaled to him by the damp patch that had soaked the fabric.

Fabian's hands were getting more adventurous as well and he was currently teasing the tips of his fingers beneath the top of her bra, to feel the soft skin that lay hidden just under it. When he saw his brother's fingers start to rub her through her knickers, he finally trailed his fingers low enough to rub around the skin of her nipples and smirked when the witch moaned at the combined touches.

Before this went any further, Hermione gripped both of their hands and laughed at the yelps that the brothers let out when the three of them landed in Gideon's bed.

Hermione giggled a little at the bewildered faces of the two wizards and smiled at them with a teasing tone. "Wouldn't want someone to walk into the sitting room while you're both fucking me into oblivion, would you?"

Both men growled at her words and suddenly their hands were off of her body completely as they each stood on their knees at the end of her feet staring at her in contemplation. She looked a right mess, with her hair flared out across the pillows, and her clothes disheveled and hanging off of her body.

Gideon wanted so badly to take her right then and there, but he knew that they needed to thoroughly the subject of his twin's participation as well. "I say we should go easy on her the first time, don't you agree Fab? One at a time, today?"

The other wizard nodded and smirked as he pretended to be thinking hard. "Hmm, yes I believe I do agree. You go first, and I go second? I mean, you are older than me by two minutes…"

Gideon laughed and nodded his head. "Right you are, my dear brother."

Hermione just lay there with her mouth open wide in shock. Suddenly she felt a sharp breeze fall over her, only to realize that one of the twins had just vanished her of her clothes.

"What, not feeling patient today, boys?" She smirked and pursed her lips at them both.

Their blue eyes darkened and she could feel the anticipation in the air.

"How about," she started, "I strip Fabian of his clothes, and taste him a bit, while Gideon, you get started behind me. Alright, husbands?"

The two red heads were shocked at hearing her say this, and could barely register her pulling Fabian by his hands and pushing him on his back to lay underneath her where she had previously been sprawled out.

Now, she was straddling his clothed body, barely touching him with the intent to tease him. "Do you want me to take them off, Fabian?"

The wizard in question nodded frantically at this and sighed when he felt her fingers pull at the robes that were covering his clothes underneath.

As Hermione went to turn around to throw the robe onto the ground, she looked at Gideon who was still kneeling but was now at the end of his brother's feet, staring at her naked back from behind, eyes wide open and breathing deeper with each minute that passed. "Aren't you going to get undressed, Gideon? Or do you want to watch until I have your brother's cock in my mouth?"

Gideon looked floored and Fabian was wiggling underneath her trying to grab her attention back to divesting him of his clothes. Gideon did nothing but nod, and Hermione chuckled at the movement. What he was nodding at, she wasn't sure.

She turned back around to the wizard who was laying impatiently under her and grabbed the end of his customary Weasley sweater that Hermione assumed Molly had quickly made up for both of her brothers. Underneath the fingertips was a plain white button up, and Hermione made work of the buttons extra slowly, delicately rubbing her finger tips at each bit of skin that was revealed as she opened each button.

She ran her hand over his heart and could feel it beating beneath it. She smiled at this and continued until she had stripped him entirely of his shirt which left him clothed from the waist down. She waved her hand which vanished both his shoes and socks onto the floor next to all of the other clothes that she had haphazardly thrown over her shoulder.

All that was left were his boxers and trousers, and she wasn't sure if she wanted to continue slowly, or if she would give into her desires and just rip all of his clothing off of him as quickly as possible.

She had made her decision and had slowly begun to unbutton and unzip his pants. Once she had done that, she finally let her body straddle him fully so that her wet pussy was rubbing over his clothed member.

Fabian gasped when he felt something actually touching him finally, and closed his eyes hoping that the blasted witch would just touch him directly already.

Hermione began to pull down his trousers and once they were on his thighs, she stopped and looked at his grey boxers that covered his erect dick. She could see the outline of him and bit her lip hungrily. She was really starting to lose her patience.

When she couldn't take the snail-like movements any longer, she curled her fingers over the band of his boxers and quickly pulled them down so that he was fully exposed. He had a trail of orange hair that led from his stomach down to his cock, and Hermione ran her fingers through the sparse hairs. She quickly waved her hand once more so that all of his clothes that were still wrapped around his thighs were gone and now they were both completely bare.

Hermione leaned forward over Fabian and touched her nose to his as she began to take his mouth with hers roughly. Their chests rubbed against each other and she moaned when she felt his nipples brush against hers. She had her hands grabbing at his hair and was running her tongue along the inside of his mouth, right over his own as well. She felt powerful over him and nipped his bottom lip as they breathed hard through their passionate kissing.

She felt Fabian lift his hands and run them down the length of her back, following the trail of her spine, until they reached her bum and grabbed her while pushing her pussy down against his cock. She broke the kiss when she felt him moving himself against her wet flesh and started kissing him down the side of his neck. All that could be heard was their hard breathing and grunts.

As she continued her kissing down his neck, she began to move her body along with her kisses, pulling herself out of Fabian's hands. She trailed them down to his chest and kissed until she got to his red nipple and ran the tip of her tongue over it. The wizard's breath hitched at this, and Hermione closed her mouth over it as she sucked and bit at it.

This made Fabian finally let out a real moan and she couldn't feel more pleased with the sound.

She could also hear another heavy breathing coming from behind her and presumed that Gideon was still kneeling and watching her like a hawk. Wanting to give him a show, she ran her tongue down Fabian's chest back to the trail of hair that runs down his abdomen. Finally, her tongue reached the tip of his cock that was laying against his stomach.

Fabian hissed as he felt the very tip of her tongue trace the ridge of the head of his dick, and then pulling off to move lower and run the flat of her tongue all the way up his shaft to the tip, only to encircle the head once more before she took him in her hand and closed her lips entirely around him. The feeling of her wet tongue laving at his cock was intoxicating and he had to hold himself back from thrusting his hips to drive his dick deeper into her hot mouth.

He turned his gaze from Hermione's mouth sucking him in, to his brother who was staring at the sight of the both of them in this situation. "Gid…" Fabian muttered out breathlessly.

Gideon's head shot up to look at his brother to nod at him. He started to undress himself and couldn't stop staring at Hermione's mouth taking in his brother's cock, and her ass raised in the air on her knees as she was bent over in between Fabian's legs. He could see the glisten on her pussy when she moved. He could feel himself throbbing in his boxers and peeled them off quickly, taking himself in his hand and pumping as he moved a little closer to Hermione from behind. Letting go of his hard cock, he grabbed each cheek of Hermione's bum and she stopped moving her hips at the feeling. Gideon leaned his head forward and starting massaging her ass in his hands as he ran his tongue over her pussy, making her squeak turn into a moan.

Fabian growled at the vibrations of her voice of his dick and gripped her hair in one of his hands.

Gideon was running his tongue over her and back towards her clit to suck on it, which he knew would make her moan.

Hermione groaned at the wizard's ministrations and could feel the tightening feeling in her abdomen the longer he kept going.

Finally, Gideon had nibbled on her clit and Hermione's hips twitched as she felt her orgasm break over her. She groaned over Fabian's cock until she pulled her mouth off of him and laid her head against his thigh as she came down from her high. Her hands were clutching at the covers of the bed and her hot breaths against the younger twin's cock made him twitch.

Gideon continued to lick and suck on her until he needed to pull back to take a deep breath. "Gideon, please…" Hermione whispered against Fabian and she heard the rustling of movement until she felt his hot member rub along her pussy.

"Are you sure?" She heard the grumbling voice of Gideon and she nodded.

"Yes, Gideon… I'm sure."

She supposed he nodded his head behind her until he realized that she couldn't see him and felt the head of his dick position itself just at the tip of her entrance. Her hands gripped Fabian's thighs as she waited for Gideon to push himself in. She felt one hand grab her hip and then felt the stretch of his cock entering her.

Gideon moaned as he pushed himself fully inside of her warm hole and held himself still, gripping her hips with both hands tightly. "Fucking hell, Hermione…"

She started moving her hips to signal for Gideon to start moving as well and grabbed Fabian back into her hand as she pumped him tightly in her hand.

Gideon pulled out slowly before he quickly thrust back into her, the sound of his body smacking against hers filled the room. He continuously thrust extra hard when he pushed himself back inside of her and Hermione moaned with each thrust.

She realized she was neglecting Fabian and took him back into her mouth and just licked at him lightly, so as to not set him off too fast. Hermione was clenching so tightly around Gideon, and she could feel herself pushing her hips back against his.

The picture that the three of them made was raunchy, yet beautiful. The looks of pleasure on all of their faces were photo worthy, Gideon's eyes trained on Hermione's entrance, his mouth wide open sucking in all the air he could get. Hermione's eyes clenched shut along with Fabian's her mouth wide over his cock; his mouth gritted shut as his head was thrown backward onto the bed.

Hermione could feel Gideon start to move quicker and took it as a sign that he was close to coming. "Gideon… Please…" the witch panted out into the hot air surrounding them.

Gideon's hands tightened around her waist as he pushed a few more times until he thrust extra hard one last time. He let out a long groan when he felt himself spilling into the willing witch under him and continued to thrust periodically until his breaths slowed down back to normal. He watched as he pulled himself out of her, and stared at the white cum that was dripping out of her. He was broken out of his stare as he felt movement on the bed and watched his brother hop out from underneath Hermione and flipped her onto her back underneath him.

Both brothers stood at the end of her legs, staring at her dripping center. Hermione's pussy was contracting over emptiness, and she needed to have Fabian inside of her.

She had felt the beginning of an orgasm before Gideon had cum, and she was desperate to reach her own completion and she knew Fabian was too. "Fabian, please do it…"

Gideon snapped out of it when he heard her speak and came to lay down on the right side of Hermione's body.

Fabian looked down at Hermione's pussy that was dripping with his brother's white sperm. He ran the tip along the cum and moved the dripping cum back up to her entrance with his cock before he pushed himself in, while also restuffing the cum back into her. The sound was wet from the mixture of his brother's cum and Hermione's wetness.

It was so hot.

Gideon, watched as his brother lined himself up, and quickly pushed into her, fucking her roughly into the bed.

Hermione needed this and was thankful that Fabian wasn't going to go slowly with her.

The wizard tipped his head back towards the ceiling and his eyes were clenched shut as he grunted roughly.

Hermione turned her head to look at the other twin laying next to her and grabbed his hand in hers tightly.

Gideon stared at the angel right next to him, and couldn't help but think that this was quite possibly the most magnificent sight he's ever seen. Her hair was sticking to random spots on her face where she had sweat dripping from her forehead. Her eyes were hooded as they stared into his own, and her lips were red from sucking Fabian's cock, combined with biting her lip as she was at that moment. Her chest rose with her breaths, and her tits jiggled back and forth from his brother's thrusting.

This wasn't the first time he and his brother shared a witch, but out of all of them, this little one was phenomenal. The feelings already existed between them, whether it's from the bond or not. But things felt different with her. It felt like he couldn't get enough of her. Like he wanted to always be around her, with her, in her. His thoughts were interrupted when he felt Hermione squeeze his hand tighter and he knew she was close. "Are you going to cum, wife?"

Hermione nodded frantically at Gideon's question and turned her head to look at Fabian who was impaling her with his cock. "Fabian, I'm gonna cum… Cum with me, please… Do it."

Fabian could feel himself close to the edge and Hermione couldn't stop her climax as she thought of both Gideon and Fabian filling her up at the same time.

Fabian came just shortly after she did, and he could feel himself spasming inside of her tight pussy, his cum pooling and mixing with his brother's inside of her womb. He pulled out and collapsed onto the other side of Hermione, and it was only then that they all realized that they could feel their magic flowing through each other, and the feeling of contentment running between them as well. Hermione turned and kissed Fabian gently, and then turned to do the same to Gideon.

"I quite enjoyed those ministrations" Her tired voice whispered into the room, causing the two men lying beside her to let out chuckles that soon was causing all three to laugh in tandem.


Hermione stood in front of her mirror, looking at her reflection with her head tilted in questioning. Damn, I'm going to have to dress up, aren't I? Stupid Kingsley and his foolish conference...

What am I even supposed to wear to something like this?!

The witch sighed as she looked through her wardrobe. Finally deciding just to wear what she usually would underneath her Ministry robes, she pulled out a white button up, a black pencil skirt that zipped from the back, and some simple black heels. Once she had her outfit on, she was now left with the duty of her thick, curly, hair. She decided to bring it back into a low bun that sat just above her neck, easy enough to pull off.

She was standing once again in front of her mirror, her hands smoothing down the skirt that looked perfectly fine already. "Fuck it, let's just go."


"Alright, is everybody ready to leave?" Hermione asked, her head swiveling back and forth between each wizard. Each had a look of anxiety on their faces, though anger and annoyance were also mixed with the fear.

"Guys, I know this isn't something that you would prefer to be attending at this moment. I get it, really. But, there is no going back now. This has to be done eventually. There is really no better time to do it than right now. The sooner we get this out in the open, the better." She sighed. "Just leave this to me, yes? None of you have any obligation to do anything more than stand by my side, and try to behave."

Hermione turned her eyes towards every wizard besides Rabastan, Evan, and Regulus. "Especially you four. No starting fights, and no funny business."

Antonin's arms crossed over his chest as he raised an inquiring brow at the witch. "What do I get in return for behaving, Myshka?"

Hermione rolled her eyes at the question. Of course, there has to be something in it for him.

"Must you always need a reward of some sort?" she asked.

"Must I listen to you?" the wizard retorted.

"Alright Dogoroy, what would you like then?"

He stood still, not saying anything, just his finger beckoning her to come closer.

This should be good… she thought to herself as she walked up to his tall form.

"Yes?" she asked, her arms folding over her chest in resistance.

Antonin shook his head and pointed towards his ear for her to elevate onto her toes.

Once she stood, Antonin's hands grasped onto her hips, pulling her body directly against his. He bent forward slightly so that he could whisper into her ear, and Hermione tried to hold back the shiver that threatened to take over her body.

"I want you with me tonight, Myshka. Don't think I don't know what you've done earlier with those two ginger fools. I want you beneath me tonight, screaming my name until you forget your own. I want to feel your tight little pussy around my cock. I want you to taste yourself on me, Myshka."

"Mmm, but what if I want to be with someone else tonight?" Hermione said with a teasing smirk.

"Well, how smoothly would you like this event to go today? Because I can make it a hell of a lot harder, Myshka." He threatened with a dark voice.

Hermione was amused, her eyebrows rising. "Is that so?"

"Quite."

She bit her lip and pretended to think hard about her next words. "Well, I suppose I could maybe spend the night with you… Then again, I could have Regulus fuck me too… Or maybe Evan? What makes you think that they couldn't fuck me just as good as you could?"

"Because I know little Black over there can't eat your pretty pussy the way that I can. Rosier can't make you beg as I can. Come on Myshka; you know you can't resist it."

Hermione scoffed and turned to look at Antonin with a smirk on her face. "You really are something else, Antonin Dolohov."

"Of course I am," he said, a cocky smirk on his face.

Antonin lowered his head to close the gap separating their lips from each other, but Hermione pulled away out of his arms before they could touch. Antonin went to snatch her back, but she had already begun to walk over towards the group of glowering wizards who had been watching the entire interaction.

"Sorry about that... Antonin is feeling a little, needy, unfortunately. Now, shall we?" Hermione asked, her hands motioning to the floo. The wizards seemed to be hesitant until Fabian stepped forward and nodded his head.

Hermione walked out last, stepping into a room that was filled with rows of chairs. Towards one end of the room was a small stage, with a podium in the middle that was surrounded by more chairs on each side. Hermione let out a breath from her nerves, and turned back to the men who were standing by her, also peering around the room.

Hermione let out a breath as she started speaking. "Alright, well, here we are I suppose. I just wanted to say, before all of this chaos begins, that I-I'm really thankful that you all are here with me. It means a lot that everyone is taking this so well. And, uh, if any of you are feeling nervous or scared or even angry, please come and tell me so that I can help in any way."

Regulus nodded, along with the twins.

Just then a figure stepped up next to the witch, "Hermione! Sirius! And uh… everyone else! You're right on time. Now, the reporters will be here in around twenty minutes, so let's go over what is going to happen here today, shall we?"

"Go on then," Hermione said, her hands wringing her fingers, giving away her anxiety.

"To start off with, I would like all of you to be seated before everyone else comes in. Hermione, you shall stand behind the podium, yes? You are the spokesperson for today. I believe you should tell your side of the story before we open to questions. I know that you wouldn't prefer for comments and questions from the press, but we must let them have their say as well."

"Of course. I will tell them a shortened version of the story, Kingsley. I don't believe that they need to be privy to every single thing that has happened. There are things that are private which I intend to keep that way."

Kingsley let out a short laugh, "no matter what I say, you will still do what you want anyway, Hermione."

"You are a man after my own heart, Kingsley," Hermione said, smiling.

"Moving on," the older wizard continued. "This whole conference should last about an hour. After that, you will be able to go back to the manor, and as I said before, I think it would be best if you all stayed out of the public's view for a little while."

"Of course, Kings. Don't worry about it." Sirius said.

Kingsley let out a tired smile and replied. "If only you knew, Sirius. I can never stop worrying when Hermione is involved."

"Mhm, sorry about that Kingsley. You know you love me though, just like I love you," she smiled out.

Regulus furrowed his brows and stuck his hands into the pockets of his trousers, staring down at the floor.

He jumped slightly when he felt a hand come up and give him a reassuring squeeze on the back of his neck. He looked over to find out that it was Sirius who was looking at him with a short, knowing smile.

Regulus nodded in thanks and lifted his head, his posture righting itself back to his usual disinterested demeanor.

Hermione had felt the random bout sadness that Regulus was experiencing, and had seen the older brother try to comfort his little brother. She looked at Sirius and smiled at him, her eyes tender and sweet.

Sirius felt a sort of pride and accomplishment at both Regulus and Hermione's responses.

Steeling herself, she clasped her hands around her waist. "Alright, let's go do this then."


"Oy! That's my seat, Rosier. Out," Antonin said with a gruff.

"Your seat? Fuck off, Dolohov." Evan said.

"You fuck off! I'm sitting here so get the fuck out," the older wizard said, his voice rising.

Evan scoffed and rolled his eyes, "I don't have to obey you, Antonin."

"Listen here, you little shit-" Antonin started to say, his finger poking into Evan's chest.

Hermione's voice cut both men off, "Rabastan, would you like to sit here?" Evan and Antonin looked at her with wide eyes, effectively putting an end to the petty fight.

"I suppose. Thank you," Rabastan said, as he moved over to the chair that sat right beside the podium that Hermione was standing at.

A few moments later all of the wizards were situated, and Hermione couldn't help but roll her eyes at the seating order. On the left side of her sat Fabian, Gideon, and then Sirius on the end. On the opposite side sat Rabastan, followed by Evan, Regulus, and finally Antonin.

So much for inter-house unity.


Hermione could feel her nerves reach a peak when she saw Kingsley walk across the room to open the double doors that separated her and her wizards from the outside world. She watched warily as a group of reporters shuffled excitedly into the room, only to come still from shock once they realized who was sitting in front of them. Hermione couldn't help but roll her eyes when she heard a few of the witches and wizards gasp loudly.

"Everybody, please take your seats. Quietly! We will begin as soon as everyone is seated." Kingsley shouted into the mass.

Finally, once all of the people had settled down, Kingsley came and stood in front of the stage as he began to address everyone.

"Good evening all. I would like to thank all of you for coming here on such short notice. I expect everyone to act professionally, and respectfully. This is a privilege, to be invited here today, so please do not take this for granted." Kingsley said, nodding his head at Hermione and then walking away towards the side of the stage.

Hermione cleared her throat, and almost all of the eyes were settled on her in rapture, spare the select few who were still too shocked by the wizards sitting beside her.

"Hello," she started. "I am Hermione Granger, although I suppose most of you already knew that… You all have been brought here today because something rather extraordinary has happened. Now, I will be the only one speaking today, so keep note of that. I will explain the situation that has risen, and then you may ask questions once I have finished."

Looking at the nodding heads of the reporters, she continued.

"Right. So, my job in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts consists of my colleagues and I retrieving objects of all kinds that have been tainted with magic. My department partners with the Auror Department, when an item is found that is particularly dark and cannot be touched. I came across a few items that all seemed to have a connection with one another. The objects refused to be cleansed of the magic that it held. Naturally, I began to conduct some research, and was given a lot of answers from Lord Lucius Malfoy." The various witches and wizards seemed to take surprise at the mention of the ex-death eater.

Hermione smirked, "make sure to write his name down, please."

After a short pause, she spoke once more. "Anyway, I found out that these objects could bring back males from death, which are from certain extinct bloodlines that are in the 'Sacred 28.' The magic of these objects becomes activated when they are exposed to the blood of someone who can handle the power of bringing the wizards back. Once I found this out, I decided that they should be put away, for safety reasons. This sort of power was not something that should be tampered with. So, as I went to put them away, I had a small accident and exposed the objects to my blood, which ended up mixing with the magic of the objects. I woke up to the sight of seven wizards that I knew was dead, and I assumed that I was dreaming. A while later I realized that it was not, in fact, a dream, but that I had actually risen these wizards from the dead. These wizards are the ones that are seated on either side of me: Sirius and Regulus Black, Fabian and Gideon Prewett, Evan Rosier, Rabastan Lestrange, and finally, Antonin Dolohov. All wizards whose families were apart of the Sacred 28, and whose bloodlines had died out."

"Since it had been my blood that brought the Wizards back, it was my soul that became bonded with each of theirs. Therefore, I am bonded to all seven of the wizards sitting beside me, and will be their wife and the mother to their children."

"Many out there would be horrified at the prospect, but I have made my peace with it, as have my wizards. I am aware that some of these men have done terrible things before their deaths. But, I tell you all now, that I, Hermione Granger, forgive them. I do not expect everyone to forgive them as I have, but I do expect that they will be treated like human beings. I will, personally, ruin the lives of anyone who attempts to harm these wizards. Ignore them if you wish, but they will not be sought out for revenge. I suggest everyone think twice before they do something questionable."

Right as she ended her sentence, a pudgy looking man with a bald head raised his voice and spoke. "Miss Granger, what about the lives that have been taken from these death eaters? Are they excused from murdering people?"

"First of all, sir, I said keep the questions until the end. Did I say that I was finished? No. As for your second question, no they are not excused from the things they have done. But they will not be committing the same crimes that they previously did. Believe me, sir, I will make sure that they all stay in line, as I expect they will do for me as well. We take care of each other. Just as you all do with your family."

"Miss Granger, what are your future plans for you and these… wizards?"

Hermione looked at Kingsley who just stood with a blank face on and wanted so badly to throw her arms up in exasperation. Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, she answered the question.

"Plans have not been set yet. My hopes for the future, though, would be that we can all pursue our own jobs should we wish to and that we will live contentedly. And since you two have decided that the questions could not wait to be asked, then we might as well let everyone else ask their questions as well."

As soon as she said this, it seemed like an uproar of people had hundreds of questions that filled them to the brim. "What do your fellow friends and colleagues think about what has happened?" A woman in her mid 40's asked.

Hermione felt a little annoyed at the question. "That discussion is not up for debate, but I can tell you this: my true friends will continue to stay by my side no matter what."

"What sort of punishment is going to be given to the guilty wizards?"

Hermione could feel the tension double in the room at the question and tried hard to push down her anger.

Think about before you speak, Hermione…

Suddenly she felt her clenched fist being touched by the person to her right. She quickly looked in that direction and looked at the blank face of Rabastan.

He wasn't facing her but was instead peering upon the reporters, as if nothing was happening. He looked to the world like a cold-hearted killer, while his elegant fingers squeezed hers in comfort. Hermione was thankful and clutched onto his hand just as much as he was holding onto hers, and looked forward to reply.

"I'd imagine being dead for over five years would be punishment enough, wouldn't you say? What good would punishing these wizards do for you? Are you telling me that you honestly would lose sleep over these few wizards? You don't have any control over them, to be quite honest. Do you think that I would allow someone dangerous to be roaming around free? Plenty of death eaters have been released from Azkaban on good behavior, so what is to say about them?"

Another voice shouted out into the room, "Miss Granger, will your surname be changed?"

"No," she shook her head. "No, I was born a Granger, and I will die a Granger. Any children that I have will keep their father's name. Perhaps the child's name will be hyphenated with the father's, along with mine? Who knows, really, but it isn't something that I am worried about at the moment."

"Miss Granger, what do any of your past lovers have to say about this? Such as Viktor Krum for example."

She could sense the confusion in some of the wizards, Antonin and Evan mainly. "My relationship with Viktor is not something that I am willing to discuss, but I do not doubt that he is happy with his fiance Anneliese. As I'm sure, you've already heard."

Kingsley took the next moment to speak up. "Alright everyone, we have time for one last question, please."

Hermione looked out and pointed to a homely looking woman. "You, go ahead."

"Hello Miss Granger, I was wondering if there will be a wedding anytime in the near future?"

"Hello, I do not know if there will be any ceremony in the future. It would need to be a discussion that I would have with my companions. Depending on their feelings of the matter, a decision will perhaps be made," Hermione said, letting out a sigh.

"Thank you all for coming out here today. That concludes this conference. You can all exit through those two doors behind you," Kingsley clapped.

Hermione had stopped listening and was staring at an empty corner of the room, catching the attention of her husbands. Sirius observed her as she flicked her wrist and whispered under her breath, sending a spell silently to the blank corner.

Just what is she doing?


Hermione waited until the room was empty, besides her and the seven wizards, Kingsley having walked all of the reporters out of the room, and followed after them.

"Seems we have a bit of a pest problem today," Hermione said, as she lifted her wand, and cast a spell into the room. Suddenly, a woman with curly bleach blonde hair was revealed, her glasses askew, and her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

Hermione sneered, "Rita, how lovely of you to join us today! You know, I thought you would have learned your lesson the first time around, but I suppose that just wasn't enough," she said in a condescending voice.

"I-I…" The witch in question spluttered out, shuffling around on her feet.

Hermione's eyes narrowed at the movement of the blonde witch attempting to flee. "Ah, ah, ah, Rita. I wasn't finished talking. Where are your manners?"

"You're a sight for sore eyes," Hermione said as her eyes moved over Rita's frozen body with disgust. "Such a curious little bug, aren't you? You haven't improved much on your stealth, either. You gave yourself away five minutes before the doors opened, love. Don't make movements in an otherwise empty room. One of these days, your little snooping might just end up killing you," she whispered towards the end with a laugh.

"I think I'll deal with you later," she said with a sneer. "You should have never tried to cross my path again, Rita. Perhaps if we sat and had a small chat about you possibly attending the conference, then you might have been able to get your story with no hassle. Actually, that was a lie, there's no way in hell that I would allow you to be within five feet from me. Now, stay silent, and don't even think about trying to escape, because I can guarantee you that you will not be able to." Hermione smirked, conjuring a glass jar that mimicked the same jar as before, and stuck the bug's body inside. The jar abruptly disappeared, landing itself within Hermione's room back at the manor.

"Princess, what are you-" Sirius began.

"Well, I say that went pretty well if you ask me," Kingsley broke in, cutting off Sirius' question. "Now, shall we all go into my office for a few minutes? I have some things I need you all to sign."

Hermione watched as Sirius gave her a questioning look, and ignored it, walking away with Kingsley. Just when she thought she could finally feel some relief, a shaggy head filled with orange strands grabbed her by her wrist.

Turning towards the person, she went to tell them off for grabbing her, but she was left standing in shock when she realized who it was. She turned around and gave Kingsley a nod, telling him that she would meet him and her wizards in his office when she was finished.


"Ron?" Hermione questioned aloud. "I didn't know that you would be here, I thought you were still traveling for Quidditch?"

Ron's eyes squinted in contempt. "Kingsley let it drop to dad that all of this was happening, so of course I would be here! Considering my ex-girlfriend is announcing that she is married to multiple other men at one time. You really thought that I wouldn't show up? Please, 'Mione. You know better than that."

"First of all, I am not your ex-girlfriend, Ron. We didn't even officially date. Second of all, you should have owled me or something; we could have met up and talked privately. I don't think that this is necessarily the right time-"

"When the bloody hell is the right time then?! When were you going to tell me that all of this had happened? I knew about my uncles, but I didn't know about the other half of wizards, that, may I add, consists of death eaters! Am I really that unimportant to you, that you wouldn't tell me this? I thought we were friends! Of course you told Harry before you told me, nothing new."

Hermione flew off the rails at that point. "You know what, Ronald? Yes, I told Harry before I told you. But can you honestly not come up with a reason why?!"


Regulus could feel anger rising in his stomach, and knew that something was wrong.

They had all gone with Kingsley to begin managing their bank accounts, along with re-establishing themselves as alive wizards. Rabastan was in the middle of bickering with Kingsley, and the others kept to themselves. Regulus turned back around and just as he laid his hand on the door handle, someone spoke.

"Black. Where are you going?" Antonin questioned with a hard tone.

"I, um… I'm just heading to the loo?" The young wizard said, a nervous tone in his voice.

"Regulus, seriously?" Evan said.

"Fine, I'm going to see if Hermione is okay. I can feel her, and I can tell that she's angry right now…"

Antonin let out a grunt of surprise. "Shite, that's what that was? I assumed it was just me."

"Uh, yeah," Evan said. "Considering there is probably never a time when you aren't angry, Dolohov."

Antonin crossed his arms over his chest. "I'm still getting used to this, Rosier. Fuck off."

"How about we all go? Clearly something is happening, and unfortunately," Rabastan said as he glared at Evan, Regulus, and Antonin, "not all of us have completed the soul bond yet."

Antonin smirked at the dark looks that both Rabastan and now, Sirius, had on their faces. "Understandable. Shall we?"

"I think I will stay here. Good luck…" Kingsley muttered.

Sirius and the twins nodded before they followed the other wizards out of the door and down the hall. Just as they went to turn the corner, they heard Hermione's agitated voice shouting at someone. Sirius came up to the front by Regulus and Evan and realized that it was Ron she was speaking to. He sucked in a small gasp before turning to look at all six of the wizards.

"Listen, we can't go out there right now. She needs to handle this herself."

Regulus looked over at his brother with wide eyes, "Sirius, really? She's clearly angry, and I can't just let her continue to feel like this."

"Reggie you don't understand," Sirius sighed out as he ran his hand through his loose hair. "This is something that Hermione has to do herself. We are the reason why those two are fighting right now, and making ourselves known will turn the conversation even worse than it already is. Just… trust me on this, okay?"

Regulus closed his mouth that was just about to retort and gave a sigh and a short nod. "So who is that anyway? They must be close for them to get this worked up over something."

"It's another Weasel, Little Black. Just look at the hair," Antonin scoffed out.

The two twins that had been quietly listening suddenly spoke up with a severe tone. "Excuse you, Dolohov. That is our nephew right there, so I suggest you think before you speak."

Sirius shook his head, and kept his eye on Hermione and Ron, as he began to speak.

"That is Ronald Weasley. Best friends with Harry and Hermione. He makes up the 'Golden Trio.' Youngest Weasley boy, as far as I know. You never know with Arthur and Molly, there could be even more little gingers running around… Anyway, Harry told me that he's been playing Quidditch since the war- he's a keeper."

"You're telling me that, is a keeper? Doesn't look much like one…" Regulus said, condescendence dripping through his tone.

Evan let out a chuckle and turned to look at the youngest wizard. "Mate, I was thinking the same thing."

"Rosier, Reggie, could you both shut up? Thank you." Sirius said

"Anyways," Sirius continued, "he's been playing Quidditch ever since he and Hermione decided not to date. He tried to push for a long-distance relationship, but 'Mione wouldn't budge. Told him that they both wanted different things."

"Can't blame a bloke for trying," Gideon said with shrugging shoulders.

"What kind of wizard is he?" Regulus asked.

"Well, he's-" Sirius began, but was cut off by a gruff voice that held a mocking tone.

"He's an amateur at best. I remember watching the little weasel at the department of mysteries. Let's just say he's not known for his power. Really, he's honestly just known for being Harry Potter's best friend. Reminds me of Crabbe, a little bit…"

Rabastan let out a chuckle at the comment. "I hate to say it but you're correct."

"You guys are terrible… He was a kid!"

"Oh come on red, quit compensating for him-" Antonin spoke before he halted at the sound of Hermione's voice.


"I didn't run off immediately to tell you because you weren't here. You left, Ron!" Hermione spoke as she raised her head and made eye contact with Sirius.

"You left, again. Just like before." She said, her head turning back to look at Ron.

"Ron, I know I told you to go and do what makes you happy, but I haven't heard from you in almost two years. You never tried to make any contact with me. I sent cards for holidays, and never once did I get a response."

"Well, I've been busy! You know that Hermione."

"No, you haven't Ron. You've been avoiding me, clearly. You write to your mother; I know you do. So don't lie to me."

Ron threw his hands up in exasperation. "Okay, fine. You're right, just like always. Maybe I have been avoiding you, so what?"

"So, why would you expect for me to come running to you? You're telling me that you're ignoring me because I didn't want date you?"

"Pretty much, yes," Ron nodded.

"Ron, do you understand how stupid that sounds? I told you that I wanted you to be happy and that I still needed you as my friend. You know that we would never have been good together."

"You know what, you're right. We would have been terrible together. I could never be with someone as controlling, frigid, and cold as you. I could never be with someone who brought back death eaters and is okay with it. You're a bitch, Hermione."

When the not-so-hidden wizards heard this, they were shocked. Regulus and the twins' mouths had fallen open, whereas Evan and Sirius held a sneer on their face. Rabastan's eyes seemed to harden but quickly had to throw out his hand to grab onto Antonin's elbow from behind. "Antonin, don't."

Dolohov growled at this and attempted to calm himself down a bit.

They all watched in rapture as Hermione's wand leveled itself right at Ron's throat within a second. Suddenly, it was as if a switch had been turned on in the witch, and everything about her had changed. "Ah, Ronald… I was hoping that you wouldn't say something stupid. False hopes, I guess. Would you, perhaps, like to rephrase what you just said?"

Ron smirked at her and shook his head. "Nope. I think I am all good. You?"

"I'm great. Thank you, for telling me that. I wouldn't want you to have to hold that in any longer you know? It's good to get things out into the open. I appreciate it, Ron." Hermione said, with the most sincere voice that she could muster. Ron seemed to be a little confused but held his smirk in place as she lowered her wand and wrapped her arms around him in a hug.

After she felt his arms circle themselves around her back, she lifted her eyes once again to look to where she knew her wizards were listening in.

One of her hands lifted from around Ron's shoulders and went up to run her fingers through the hair at the back of his head. Right as she did that, she tightened her fingers around the wizard's hair and tugged his head back roughly. His head was tilted back, and he began to complain and struggle in her arms.

"'Mione, what the hell? Let go, that bloody hurts!"

"Oh does it? I apologize, Ronald. Just bear with me for a minute, will you?" Her voice spoke, her hot breath making him freeze when it blew across his bared neck.

"Now, let's address the 'controlling, frigid, and cold' comment. You were correct on the controlling part, Ron, I'll give you that one. I've known this for a long time. Although, the frigid and cold part, I don't think I've heard that one much. What I am confused about, is, how on earth would you know if I was frigid? Shagging at Hogwarts was not an option. I was much too busy for that. But after? Did you think that just because of one kiss, that I would lay down and spread open my legs and let you fuck me?"

Ron's breath seemed to leave his body when he heard such vulgar words come out of the mouth of his innocent Hermione. "I will admit it, I had thought about it before. Schoolgirl thoughts, or fantasies really. Puberty and everything, you understand this I'm sure. You starred in a select few, amongst others. Viktor was in a few, Lockhart unfortunately, Oliver Wood, Blaise Zabini surprisingly, once Draco was in it, Oh and I forgot one of my favorites. Do you want to know who?"

Ron's eyes were clenched shut at hearing Hermione admit that she thought about shagging him. His head nodded in confirmation, intrigued to find out who else she thought about. "Can't be anyone worse than Malfoy."

Hermione laughed a little at this and brought herself closer to his ear. "Charlie."

"C-Charlie?!" The flustered wizard choked out. "You fantasized about my bloody brother?!"

Hermione nodded, "mmm yes, actually. You know, the whole 'dragon tamer' mentality. But enough of that. Let's just say that if you think I am frigid, well, perhaps you should speak with your uncles."

All of the wizards who were not-so-secretly listening in on the conversation turned towards the two Prewetts, giving them questioning looks. The twins did nothing more than smirk in return.

"Onto the Death Eaters claim," Hermione said as she dragged her lips across his skin. "Do you think I did it on purpose? Use your brain for once, Ronald." Hermione sighed out.

"Told you," Antonin whispered mockingly to the twins. "Even she knows that he is a dolt."

"I don't want to have to hurt you, Ron. I really don't. But if you continue to act like a prejudiced little shite, then you might just find that you will no longer be able to play Quidditch. That would be tragic, wouldn't it?

"You bitch…"

"Oh yes, that brings me to the next point!" Hermione said enthusiastically and grabbed him by each side of his face and they both stared at each other. "Ron, do you think I would have survived in this world if I wasn't a bitch sometimes? A mudblood, witch?"

"Don't say that. Don't call yourself that."

"Interesting… I can't call myself a mudblood, but yet, you can call me a bitch?"

I wonder…

"Ron," Hermione started, "call me a mudblood."

Ron looked sick at the thought and shook his head frantically. "No. No, 'Mione. I'm not calling you that."

Hermione smiled at his words, and brought a hand to his right ear and pinched it between two fingers, pulling it down roughly. "Then don't ever call me a bitch. Understood?"

His cheeks turned red at her actions and he lowered his head as he mumbled quietly. "Fine…"

"Look at me," Hermione said with a hard tone. Slowly he lifted his head and watched her nervously.

"I love you, Ron. You are one of my very best friends. We've been through the thick and thin together, and I cherish those times. I know things are different now, and that we have both taken different paths, but I would really appreciate if you could have my back through this. I'm not asking you to do anything special, I just… I need to know that you are okay with me still. That we are still friends, and that you don't hate me."

"Hey, 'Mione, you weren't actually serious about Charlie right?" Ron said with a nervous laugh.

Hermione once again had a smug smirk on her face. "Oh, no, I most definitely was, Ron."


End Notes: Hello everyone, I am so sorry for not updating in so long. My mental health, along with school just got in the way, but I am finishing up my second semester this next week, so I do hope to write more and update more frequently. As for this chapter, I haven't really read through it completely, to be honest. It is getting to be a little tedious; all of the editing and re-reading, so I have just decided to post this as is. It isn't the greatest chapter, but I was hoping to be able to somewhat mend Regulus and Sirius' relationship a little bit more. Ron's appearance was just... Trash writing, pretty much, but I did enjoy the part about Charlie (love him.) Finally, I have the twins finished with, which wasn't the most passionate of scenes but I am keeping it this way as of right now. I just HAD to add in Rita into this chapter, as I felt like I wanted Hermione's darker side to come out a little bit. I really am liking the "bad bitch" Hermione as of lately. (Also, I've recently got into Marvel as well... It's killing me.) Anyway, that is all I have to say for now. I have posted a Pinterest board for the outfit that Hermione wore during the conference. Also, this is random, but I want to know what you all think about perhaps adding in portrait Severus in the future chapters. I have thought about it, and I don't know if I should just leave Snape alone, or bring him into the story more often. Let me know! I hope you all enjoy this chapter and thank you for reading and sticking with me through this long wait.

*If there are a few errors that bug you and you would like me to fix, please tell me and I can take a look!