A/N: This is the last chapter for tonight. I will warn now that there is a slight M rating to this chapter. Its not as vivid as I've done in the past, but the chapter calls for a more subtle scene. Hope you understand and enjoy!

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Waking up to Lucius Malfoy and Severus Snape staring at you , at one time in her life, would have scared the hell out of her. But her reaction was different. Seeing the inky black eyes of Severus and the silverish eyes of Lucius brought only pain, not fear.

She didn't say anything, she just watched as they watched her. It was like a meeting of the minds where voices and thoughts were not allowed. It was eerie to say the least and for the first time in her life, she found herself unable to utter a single word, as if she did, she knew she would fall apart.

The silence was disturbing.

She couldn't look into those eyes again. She wouldn't allow herself to fall deeper into them and allow herself to drown in their depths. She couldn't… she wouldn't. It hurt too much.

She rolled over and stood on shaky legs. She had to find distance, she couldn't be so close. She wanted to find a private corner and cry. She needed to get all of her frustrations out so she could move on. They were too close.

She looked around and spotted it. A corner where the light didn't quite reach. She could be alone to her thoughts. Alone with her emotions, and finally have the time she needed to mourn a relationship that was fated to end before it had even really started. She needed that corner.

She walked slow and steady, refusing to let them see her waver. She didn't want their pity. She didn't want their concern. She wanted to be alone.

Ten feet and she would be there. The longest ten feet of her life. She was so close. Close enough to see the small spider that was slowly creating its web. Close enough to notice that the stones three rows up were slightly off centered from the others. Close enough to smell the dampness since the light failed to reach that particular spot.

Wait! she was being pulled away.

She felt him before she even had to look. His smell, unmistakable for any other person in the world. The smell of sandalwood and brewing. The scent was embedded into his skin. Her body was torn and she felt she was close to passing out once again. She could feel him, his warmth, his strength, and she sunk into it while her mind screamed at her to run. Regardless of either one, she simply didn't have the strength to fight.

He lifted her up easily, holding her securely to his body. Enough was enough.

Lucius watched from his spot, unsure of what Severus was doing, but knowing that he had made his decision.

He was walking towards the bed that he had transfigured for her right before she had woken up. He didn't want her lying on the cold stone floor.

He laid her down carefully. The thoughts of student and professor didn't even teeter on the edge of his conscience.

While she slept, Lucius had allowed Severus to look into his mind and see his memory of the events leading to her panic attack. He hated himself for allowing it to get this far, especially when he and Lucius had both known before she had even come back that they did in fact want to continue. But they had been cowards and didn't see the stress it was putting on the girl, no woman, that they had both fallen so deeply for.

He noticed her look of confusion as he laid her down. He also noticed the tear that had escaped her eye and his heart, one that he had long forgotten about, broke.

The had made a living at being cruel and ruthless, even to her when she was so young and eager to learn, but when all of this started, his heart became alive again and he fought it. Love was for the weak, the true masochist that enjoyed pain which most, if not all relationships caused at some point.

The life he lived was too dangerous for love. Lily was the perfect example. He had loved her, tried to protect her, and she had been taken from him, not only by James, but Voldemort as well. True pain is what he experienced as he held her body, cold and unmoving… void of life. He refused to go through that again.

But seeing Hermione's pain as she vented to Lucius was almost unbearable. She loved them, she loved him, and she felt that they were leaving her. He couldn't put her through that because of something that had happened so long ago. It wasn't fair to her or to them.

Wordlessly, he bent down and kissed her cheek where the tear had stopped. He climbed into the bed with her, pulling her to him where he held her.

Life had been cruel, but the past was the past and a new beginning was on the horizon. She needed them, they needed her.

"I'm so sorry." he whispered as he lifted her chin before placing a small, uncertain kiss on her lips.

He was scared, yes scared, that she would reject them after everything. He was scared that after hiding his heart for all those years that it would just be broken again. He was scared. Severus Snape, meanest man in Hogwarts, double agent for conflicting side of the war, a man who had seen more meaningless deaths and pain then most, was scared that his world would come crashing down because of one girl.

But she kissed back. Slow and timid at first. He didn't care. All that he cared about was that she was kissing him back and it urged him on.

The slow, timid kiss quickly turned heated. It was as if they needed to pour all of their emotions and fears into this kiss. But none of that mattered. All that mattered was him and her, well until the bed dipped once again, and Lucius joined in.

She sighed and felt complete as Severus reluctantly pulled away to allow Lucius to take over. That's one of the things she loved about these two men. There was no bickering or petty fighting. They were three, all equal in their relationship, even though she sometimes felt she got the better end of the deal.

Words weren't spoken. There was no need. The kissing, the touching, it all spoke volumes even though no voices could be heard.

Lucius slowly pulled her shirt over her head while Severus made quick work of her pants. Their clothes weren't far behind. They needed this, all of them, as much as they needed their next breath.

Lucius rolled to his back, pulling Hermione on top of him. It wasn't his standard mode of operation, there was usually a fair amount of foreplay, but this wasn't about that. This was reconnecting something that had been apart for far to long. Foreplay would come later, they needed her now.

She slowly slid down his length, groaning as she did so. It had been far too long. She didn't rush, she rode him slowly, feeling his cock touch every part of her and she relished in it.

Not forgetting Severus, who had been watching silently, she crooked her finger in a come hither movement, stilling herself onto Lucius and leaning on top of him. Severus knew what she wanted. She needed them both.

Severus climbed up behind her, wettiing his cock with her juices, before slowing pressing his head against the tight hold, pushing in slowly to give her time to adjust.

It hurt, she wouldn't lie. Severus and Lucius had both grown a bit since they were 17, not surprising since boys didn't fully develop until their early twenties. Still, she felt complete and whole and before long, she was full and being rocked between the two men who had changed her life forever.

The slow initial pace had been long gone as their coupling had turned frenzied. It had been too long, far too long and every stroke hit deep. Every stroke had meaning and as she came crashing down, her walls tightening around them, they followed her like a wave against the shore.

Come down from her high, both men still buried deep inside her, she sighed with contentment, "I love you, both of you."

The were together and didn't plan on ever being apart again.

A/N: That's all for tonight guys, this little computer has me hen pecking the keyboard and typing way to slow. I figure there are probably 3 to 4 more chapters before its done so look out for those.