Note: This chapter contains the bonding scene between Hermione and the Twins. If the thought of two siblings going at the same woman like she's a box of Bertie Bots Every Flavor Beans freaks you out you might want to skip this one. Just saying.

They found themselves, not in separate rooms as Hermione had assumed, but in a lovely suite. To the right was a sitting area with comfortable chairs and few decorative tables. Along the back wall of the room on the same side was a small dinning area with a round table and three chairs.

To the left of a doorway in the back wall was a few cabinets with bowls of fruit, covered plates under shimmering stasis charms, bottles of pumpkin juice, butter beer, and various other drinks. There were also rows of potions on the shelf above. Hermione recognized pepper up, hydration droughts, and nutrition potions at a glance.

On the left side of the room was a huge round bed. The mirrored headboard and sapphire coverlet shimmered in the soft light of hanging globes scattered around the room. This was obviously set up as a bonding suite. Bloody hell she was in no way ready for this.

She turned to Winky, to say what she wasn't sure, when the elf interrupted her thoughts.

"Doorway over there be leading to bathing room. Is plenty of food, drinks, and potions to last up to a week. Be remembering to take breaks on occasion and be drinking lots. No sense in finding mate only to die of thirst or exhaustion while bonding!"

With a wink, curtsey, and a pop she was gone.

Lovely. Even the elves were being Yentas over the whole thing. She lifted her eyes to see what George and Fred thought of this. They looked back at her quite calmly as if they expected nothing else than to be shown to a bonding suite with Hogwarts resident bossy bookworm.

Both of them smiled at her in what she could only think of as a predatory way. It should not be as hot as it was, but her Guide genetics seemed to find it quite attractive. If she was going to be honest with herself, the rest of her genetics were totally on board with that as well.

That they were both online Sentinels would always be attractive, but honestly Fred and George would be attractive without that. Smart, talented, magically powerful, and owning their own successful business at such a young age; many a woman or man would be more than glad to take her place.

Hermione shuddered in anticipation at the heated looks from her Sentinels. She couldn't help being a little apprehensive at what was to follow though. The tollis puritatem elixir may have removed the physical sign of her virginity, but having a potion dissolve her hymen was vastly different from actually having sex.

Not that she was completely ignorant of the pleasures of the flesh. She had discovered the wonders of her clitoris by the time she was 14. She had not, however, ever inserted even her own fingers into her body. It might be old fashioned but she wanted to save herself for the one she would bond to. Giving them the gift of herself and the knowledge that she had waited for them.

She had never considered that she might have two Sentinels though. If Sentinels and Guides were rare identical twin Sentinels were rarer still.

The Twins shared a look.

"Hermione, whatever happens between us..."

"Is your choice. We would never..."

"Ever try to pressure you..."

"Into doing something you weren't ready for."

"Or into doing something you do not want."

"If you do not want us..."

"Say so."

"We wont hold you to us against your will."

Hermione drew a shaky breath. "If you don't bond, you will eventually zone out and that could kill you. Especially with the war going on."

"Doesn't matter," George replied.

Fred nodded. "Your safety and happiness is our only concern."

"You are sure I'm your Guide?" Hermione hated the note of insecurity in her voice.

Fred and George smiled as they spoke in unison. "Never more sure of anything in our lives."

"Pheromones and genetics. I don't want nature to push you to accept someone you don't really want. You'll just come to resent being bound to someone like me later."

Hermione's mind was screaming at her to not mess this up, but at the same time she didn't want to make Fred and George hate her later, for being bound to a bossy, bushy haired bookworm when they could have just about anyone else. They were strong Sentinels, and could forge a bond with any willing Guide easily enough. It might not be their perfect genetic match, but that way at least they could have someone they chose instead of someone genetics forced them to accept.

"Stop it Hermione," George said shaking his head. "It isn't pheromones making us want you, we've fancied you for years."

"To be sure," said Fred, "at 13 we weren't thinking of shagging you senseless, but we knew right away we wanted to get to know the pretty first year who was far too solemn."

"So we set out to get to know you, to be your friend."

"By the next year, our thoughts weren't so innocent."

"I'd see you nibbling on your quill..."

"Eyes all intent as you worked out a problem..."

"And I'd just want to snog you silly."

"It is a really great thing that Wizarding robes..."

"Are so loose as we would have totally embarrassed ourselves..."

"Walking around with the evidence of our attraction as it were."

Hermione looked at the two in shock. "You never said anything. Never even asked me out for as much as a couple of butter beers."

"Well we couldn't really do that," Fred said with a wry grin.

George nodded. "There are two of us after all and it's not like we could both ask you out."

"Even if against all odds you said yes..."

"It would have given you quite a reputation around Hogwarts,"

"And not for your excellent testing scores."

"Neither of us was willing to hurt the other by being the only one to ask you out either."

"So we decided that your friendship was worth more than any drama."

"We had hoped that at least that way we would be able to stay in your life when you found your Sentinel."

"Imagine our joy when we realized that we are your Sentinels."

"Genetic imperative. Though neither of you were online your Sentinel drives were still there. That part of you must have found my being an online Guide attractive."

"Why are you trying to talk us out of wanting you?" Fred demanded. "It's not lack of attraction on your part because the Sentinel senses are working fine luv, and I can smell the pheromones."

George reached over and slapped his twin on the arm.

"Consider this Hermione," said George, "you were there when Fleur and Bill's spirit animals combined to make the gryphon right? What made that happen?"

"Spirit guides can only combine into a new magical form if they belong to a Sentinel/Guide pair that are also soul mates."

"Right," Fred nodded. "The bloody big basilisk then?"

"That was Harry's cobra combining with Draco's boa constrictor."

"So that means Harry and Draco are soul mates as well?" Fred asked.

Hermione nodded looking puzzled. "Not that I'm not thrilled for them, but what does this have to do with anything?"

George shook his head at her. "Hermione, knowing that, what possible explanation could there be for your border collie joining with my english setter and Fred's red and white setter?"

Hermione could only stare at both of her... her Sentinels. Her soul mates. How could she have possibly missed that? Brightest witch of the age when it comes to books and oblivious to what was in front of her.

Fred and George just looked back at her calmly, giving her all the time she needed to come to her own conclusions. She didn't doubt that they would agree with whatever she wanted to do. Even if it meant that she refused to bond to them which would eventually cause their deaths. She was surrounded by self-sacrificing idiots.

Right then. She waved her wand and one of the chairs and the small table next to it both jumped up and ran over to her before returning to their inanimate state. She took off her jewelry, setting the earrings and necklace carefully in the small dish on the table. She then reached up and took the pins out of her hair, shaking it out as she dropped the hair clasp into the dish.

She heard George take a sharp breath, but didn't look at her Sentinels as she slipped out of her dress robes standing there in just her bra, panties, stockings and shoes. She turned her back to them as she draped the dress robes over the chair.

She stepped out of her shoes, as she unclasped her bra and dropped it into the chair. She rolled her thigh high stockings down and off her legs, raising each foot to the chair seat to accomplish this before adding the stockings to the pile on the chair.

Taking a deep breath she shimmied out of her silk panties letting them fall to the ground before silently levitating them to the chair and placing her wand on top of everything. She paused for a moment, before turning to face her mates.

She looked up to see that both of her Sentinels had shed their clothing as well. They stood still, loose limbed and unashamed letting her look her fill. Holding true to their promise to let her set the pace.

They obviously had nothing to be ashamed of, tall, lean, lightly muscled with a scattering of freckles across their skin. She tried not to stare at the obvious signs of their arousal but it was hard... DIFFICULT, it was difficult. The small patches of ginger hair at first giving her pause before she started laughing.

Fred and George shared a look before turning back to their laughing Guide.

"Well at least she isn't pointing and laughing." George said.

"Spoke too soon there brother mine." Fred said tilting his head towards where their red-faced mate was pointing and giggling madly.

"Strangely enough that wasn't the response we were hoping for."

"Care to share the laugh with the rest of the room?"

"Our egos can take it."

"What's a little naked humiliation amongst friends after all?"

Gasping and panting Hermione tried to get a grip on herself. She figured more than a little bit of her laughter was delayed hysteria considering the battle, seeing men and women fall around her, and gaining herself not one, but two Sentinels.

Finally she managed to gasp out, "the carpet matches the drapes!"

George and Fred shared an amused look before they joined her in laughing. The deeper, masculine sound coupled with the way their eyes shone caused Hermione's stomach muscles to tighten in anticipation. If she were to be honest with herself, something she'd avoided often before now, she'd always found their laughter attractive. This was on a whole other level though.

Fred and George seemed to notice this and moved closer to her. Slowly and watching her face carefully for any sign that they were not welcome. She smiled at them though she was certain her nervousness showed on her face and the herbal pine and rosemary scent of the Twins got stronger. Pheromones she realized. They must have been on the cusp of coming online for a long time and were unknowingly projecting a mild form of bonding pheromones whenever they were in her presence.

Hermione shivered as their heated gaze trailed over her form. She could swear she could feel it caress her skin. When they got to the large, hand shaped bruises on her arms they both made a wounded noise, their finger tips touching the marks slightly and seeming to pull the residual ache away.

"It's all right, I'm here, and I'm safe," Hermione whispered.

"He touched you..."

"...hurt you..."

"He wont ever be a threat to anyone again," Hermione promised. "Neville got him with a devil's snare for threatening Luna."

The smiles on the faces of the Twins were a bit evil and shouldn't be as hot as they were. She figured they both knew how it effected her by the way those smiles turned to smirks. The sexy bastards.

"Neville Longbottom is forever a brother to us."

"He's a good man, and will make an amazing Sentinel with Luna by his side." Hermione managed though the nearness of the George and Fred was making it difficult for her to concentrate.

She could feel the heat radiating from their bodies and the scent of pine and rosemary was thick in the air. She felt saturated in their scent and swayed slightly as the warmth of arousal pooled in her belly. She suddenly felt hungry for their touch, which surprised her somewhat as she'd always held herself apart from others out of privacy and a desire to preserve herself for the one she would bond to.

They circled her, eyes seeming to caress every inch of her skin before ever laying hand to her. Then it was only the barest of touches, fingertips sliding over her skin in a way that was both arousing and frustrating.

Fred stopped before her smiling. "Patience Guide, we get there when we get there and half the pleasure is the journey."

She just huffed at him. Trust Fred to be a closet romantic.

Her response just amused her Sentinels. Fred leaned forward carefully, giving Hermione a chance to adjust to his presence or change her mind before cupping her face gently and lowering his mouth to hers.

Dear merciful Merlin. She had only thought the kisses they had laid on her half in jest at the wedding were amazing. Obviously she had no frame of reference at the time because never had she truly been kissed before now. Her eyes fluttered shut as she enjoyed being the focus of Fred's attentions.

When he finally lifted his mouth from hers she moaned in disappointment. This turned to gasps as George was nuzzling the back of her neck, scenting her as he kissed and licked along her neck and shoulders. She couldn't help arching her back at his attentions, her heaving chest flushed from arousal.

This caused Fred's eyes to drop to her breasts. Men were so predictable. He looked back at her face and she could see that his pupils were blown wide open, only the barest ring of blue remained as he drank in the sight of his aroused Guide for the first time.

This was a dangerous time in the bonding process. A Sentinel could get so absorbed in his Guide that he could zone out. Hermione indulged in her own need to touch, reaching out and running her hand up Fred's arm to help ground him in the here and now.

He leaned into her touch slightly letting her know she was doing the right thing. She continued her tentative exploration of his skin, keeping her touch light to not overwhelm his senses.

Her own senses, feeble as the were in comparison with her Sentinels, were near to overwhelmed. George's touch along her back was maddening. Featherlight caresses and kisses, whispered endearments against her skin.

Add in the closeness of Fred who had finally given into temptation to touch her breasts and she was not far from begging for more. As he lowered his head, sucking on one hard nipple as his agile hand toyed with the other she couldn't help whimpering. The tug and pull seemed to go straight from her breasts to her pussy and if she had the ability to concentrate for more than a moment she might have been slightly embarrassed at how wet they were making her.

Fred slid his other hand down her body to cup her mound. "You have no idea how hot it is that you keep yourself shaved."

Hermione blushed. "Permanent hair removal spell. Everything below the neck when I turned 16. Body hair can be irritating to a Sentinel."

His thumb caressed the smooth skin. "I need to... can I? Please?"

"Yes. Anything. Please!" Hermione gasped out and helpfully widened her stance to give him better access.

Fred grinned and whispered out a spell, the magic rushing over her pussy leaving warmth and additional wetness behind. Lubrication spell she realized, as one of Fred's fingers parted the lips of her pussy and began rubbing her clit.

So good. So very good. She gasped and shivered as his other fingers joined in driving her mad. He slid his hand farther back one finger rubbing over her opening before pushing it inside her for the first time.

She arched her back, throwing her head back on George's shoulder as Fred continued driving her mad. He continued to rub his thumb over her clit before plunging two fingers back into her. The slight stretch burned a bit, but any discomfort was far outweighed by the pleasure those fingers were causing.

He went back to kissing her, plunging his tongue into her mouth as his fingers continued to plunge in and out of her grasping pussy. She just moaned as the burning pleasure built within her. Then Fred curled his fingers within her body, pressing up as his thumb rubbed her clit vigorously and she was suddenly there.

The force of the orgasm was far beyond anything she had experienced before. Her back arched, and she pulled her mouth from Fred's as she groaned through the pleasure. Her head fell forward onto Fred's shoulder as she tried to remember how to breathe.

Over a minute later and Hermione was still weak in the knees and seeing stars from the first orgasm she'd ever had with a partner. The difference between Fred using his hands to get her off and masturbating alone were vast. It was like comparing Stonehenge to a handful of pebbles.

There was a bit of disorientation and when she opened her eyes she saw that they had changed places. Fred now stood behind her, supporting her against his strong chest as her knees were still wobbly. George now stood before her, lightly caressing her body with eyes and hands learning every inch of his Guides body.

He sunk one hand into her hair, and used it to tilt her head and guide her into a kiss. Here again she was reminded of the differences between the two brothers. Both were gentle with her, but Fred was a bit more wild, teeth coming into play after a few moments.

George though kissed her oh so sweetly, a series of small kisses, the gentlest of touches as his lips brushed hers turning into more passionate kisses as they progressed. He lifted his mouth from hers for a moment and she couldn't help but shiver as he gazed into her eyes.

Like Fred his pupils were blown wide as he drank her in, but it was the look of wonder that made her shake. He looked at her as if he couldn't believe his good fortune. As if he had been given a priceless gift and couldn't believe that this luck was his. As if it wasn't Hermione instead that was so lucky that George and Fred were willing to look past her bossy bookishness to bond with her.

George smiled at her before using his thumbs to tilt her head back to get access to her neck. He leaned in and added taste and scent to the bonding process as kissed and licked at her body. She couldn't even begin to hold back her gasps and moans at his attention as he worked his way down her body, going gracefully to his knees in front of her.

"Oh Merlin."

She realized she'd said the last bit aloud as she felt Fred's chuff of laughter against her neck and looked down into George's amused eyes. Both men had their shields completely down at this point and she could feel their emotions washing over her even though she had not yet been able to completely relax the protections on her mind and heart.

Passion, desire, protectiveness, humor, friendship, joy, and yes love washed over her.

Her eyes burned a bit with unshed tears at the knowledge that all this was hers, freely given. No mistake, no second thoughts, no joke. These two amazing men were hers and hers alone.

"You understand now Hermione?" Fred whispered against her neck. "We are yours and you our ours..."

"Beloved." George added before pressing a kiss to her bare sex. The warmth of his magic flowing over her as he silently cast cleansing and lubrication spells on her.

Hermione's back arched as her body responded to his magic, the feeling of warmth and lubrication within her new but not unpleasant as the magic relaxed her muscles causing her to lean more heavily against Fred. She thew her right arm up over her shoulder, sinking her hand into Fred's thick hair to better support herself as George lifted her left leg up over his right shoulder to get better access to her pussy.

This also gave Fred better access and as George began using his tongue on Hermione's clit, Fred ran his left hand down her back to her ass, squeezing one cheek before sliding his lubricated fingers down the cleft of her ass.

His fingers rubbed over the loosened opening causing her to gasp and tense slightly at the new sensation. Fred continued his fingers path, but also started nibbling kisses along her sensitive neck while caressing her breast with his other hand.

Hermione relaxed back into her Sentinel's embrace again, shuddering and moaning at the new sensations. Head thrown back, and pale skin flushed in pleasure she could only moan at their attentions. The feel of George's tongue was sinfully good and she would have followed him blindly off a cliff if only to keep that wicked tongue pressed to her hot flesh.

The feel of Fred's finger breaching her was decidedly odd and more foreign than when he had used the same hands on her pussy. She had a hard time concentrating and could only gasp for air and groan as he removed his finger before pressing two fingers back in. The low ache backed her off slightly from orgasm, but she was already close again.

Her right hand still buried in Fred's hair she reached down with her left hand to caress George. She ran her fingertips through his hair as he used his tongue to drive her wild. He looked up at her as he worked her flesh and she felt so trapped by his gaze that she almost didn't notice the increased burn as Fred added a third finger.

Eyes never leaving hers, George ran his tongue over her clit over and over. She again felt the burning pleasure build until a wicked tongue swirl combined with Fred biting at her neck pushed her over the edge.

She shuddered and shook almost sobbing in her pleasure. Her Sentinel's steadied her through this, George lowering her leg off of his shoulder and standing, caressing her body with his as he arose. A muttered spell cleansing his mouth before he again took hers in a searing kiss.

Releasing her mouth he kissed at her throat before once again working his way behind her to scent her behind the ears while playing with her hair. The feel of his strong chest against her back, and his hard dick against her hip was driving her mad.

Fred again stood before her lightly caressing her body. She was strongly reminded of a conversation she'd overheard among a few laughing Gryffindor boys who were bragging about supposed sexual conquests. "No woman is as eager as one that already has."

This was more than a little true because if her Sentinel's didn't fuck her soon she was sure she was going to kill someone. She'd had a taste and now she wanted more. Now if not sooner.

Any nervousness she'd previously had was long gone. Endorphins and Bonding Pheromones were totally awesome.

She began herding her mates toward the bed. Neither seemed to give much notice to where they were, kissing and caressing her as they made their way across the room. A bit of wandless magic from Hermione and the shimmering coverlet slid off the bed pooling on the floor exposing soft blue sheets.

The back of Fred's knees bumped into the bed causing him to sit suddenly. Hermione just giggled at his surprise, pushing at him and urging him further back on the bed.

Fred went without protest, laying back on the bed and moving a bit backward while watching his Guide with hungry eyes. Hermione didn't hesitate, climbing onto the bed after the Sentinel, straddling his hips, her hands on either side of his chest. George groaned at the view this afforded.

She grinned over her shoulder at him. "See something you like?"

"You are..."

"...a total..."

"Goddess!"

She blushed a bit at this, basking at the emotions coming from her mates. For the first time in her life she was able to trust that a man wasn't just having her on to embarrass her. She knew they meant every word. They truly loved and desired her and it was more than a little heady.

Her body began producing more bonding pheromones in response to her emotional state. This in turn influenced her Sentinels to produce more of their own bonding scent. The fragrance of pine, rosemary and honeysuckle filled the air.

She threw her head back, eyes fluttering shut from the way her whole body was thrumming from the bonding scent. She began rocking her hips, rubbing her wet pussy along the length of Fred's dick.

Fred grabbed her face in his hands and began kissing her a bit wildly. George was behind her caressing her skin and trailing kisses down her spine. The fire once again built low in Hermione's belly and her back bowed as she came keening and sobbing through the pleasure.

"Now! Please now! I need you both!" Hermione gasped out. "Oh please!"

Fred and George's magic once again whispered across her skin relaxing muscle and increasing lubrication. Fred used his hands to urge her into position, the head of his cock against her pussy but waited until she opened her eyes and looked in his, nodding her assent before lowering her onto his shaft.

She groaned as he filled her, the ache of being fully entered for the first time quickly fading in the face of the bonding imperative. Fred groaned as well as she snugged up against him and for the first time he felt the wet heat of his Guide.

Hermione laid down against him, forehead on his chest trembling for a moment. This close she was feeling strong emotional feedback from Fred and it took her a few moments to adjust to this.

George ran his hands down Hermione's back. She could feel them trembling against her skin. She raised her head, looking in the mirrored headboard to meet his eyes.

"Please George," she begged.

George took a shaky breath, lining his cock up against her back opening before slowly pushing forward. She felt the head pop through the ring of muscle, and the ache of being stretched as he gently rocked his hips until he was all the way inside. His whole body shuddered and his hands clenched briefly on her sides before he stilled.

The feel of both her Sentinel's inside her, surrounding her, their combined scent saturating the air was almost more than she could bear. Her shields were already thin in the onslaught of the bonding drive and she was unable to block out any of the emotional stimuli.

Passion, pleasure, joy, love, wonder, and fear brushed across her shields. The later gave her momentary pause until she thinned her shields more instinctively. The fear her Sentinel's felt was the fear of pushing her to far, of scaring or hurting her. Both were unmoving in a near zone out to keep from inadvertently harming their Guide.

She delicately probed their fear. Uppermost in their minds was the feral battle lust they experienced when they came online. How easy it was to kill in defense of Guide and Tribe. They feared losing themselves in her and the bonding drive as they had in battle causing them to be too rough and injuring her as a result.

Most civilized people would be horrified when forced to kill. Their Sentinel genetics actually shielded them there, kept them from going into shock from what they had to do to protect the Tribe. What they both didn't seem to realize was that those same genetics protected them from harming their Guide here. They had been willing to sacrifice themselves if she had turned them away after all.

Fred lay under her, his eyes squeezed shut, head thrown back, and hands clenched in the sheets. Hermione looked at Georges reflection in the mirrored headboard, to find him with his eyes shut and head hanging down a bit. Both men were breathing hard and fast which felt interesting to say the least, but she wanted more and now.

The need to bond was near to overpowering. With her mates frozen it looked like it was up to her. Figured that the person that was most recently a virgin would have to deal with taking the lead. Still George and Fred had shown no reluctance to follow her lead before, and maybe she could shock them into action so they'd stop treating her as if she were fragile.

Good thing she had spent so much time reading the Magical Illustrated Karma Sutra or she'd have no idea what to do next. Fortunate indeed that she had spent so much time in research watching those little animations do incredibly kinky things to each other.

She got pushed up off of Fred's chest, her hands on the bed on either side of him as she managed to get her knees under her. Instinct drove her as she rocked forward, then back onto the twins cocks. All three gasped at the sensation.

Oh this was good. So very good. So she did it again, and again. Each time rocking forward a little bit more, each time going pushing back on her Sentinel's cocks just a little bit harder. Other than a few gasps and tightening of hands there wasn't much of a reaction so this time when she pushed back she began grinding her hips against her mates.

This got their attention and they both gasped, eyes flying open as she continued rocking and grinding back against them.

"Must I do everything myself?" She gasped out.

Both men chuckled which felt very interesting sandwiched between them as she was. The vibrations seemed to travel down their cocks which raised her own pleasure a notch.

"Move!" Hermione all but commanded. "I'm not a fragile flower!"

George's hands gripped her hips hard stilling her movements. She couldn't help but to whine in response, though she'd deny it with her last breath. She could feel George's smile as he leaned forward, scenting at her hair and kissing the back of her neck. He twined the fingers of one hand in her hair and using that and a grip around her waist managed to pull her upright until she was sitting astride Fred's hips, her back against George's chest.

George continuously licked and nibbled at her neck his small thrusts driving her mad as they still weren't allowing her much movement. Fred's hands roved her chest, caressing her breasts and rubbing at her sensitive nipples.

"Please!"

"What do you need Hermione?" George whispered in her ear sending shivers down her spine at the low tone and feel of the rumbling in the chest pressed against her back. "We will deny you nothing you ask for."

"I need to come! I need the bond! Oh Merlin please!" she begged shamelessly.

Both men growled a bit at that and let Hermione once again drop down to all fours as they picked up the pace. Gasps and the slap of skin on skin was all that could be heard until Fred worked one hand down to where her was joined with Hermione and began rubbing her clit. That pushed her over the edge once again and she came screaming.

Their thrusts got a bit more ragged at that as they felt her inner walls squeezing at their cocks. They picked up the pace again hunting for their own release.

Hermione gasped and shuddered between them as the last hold on her shields came down under the physical and emotional onslaught. Her shields spiraled out like an exotic bloom as tendrils reached out for her mates.

This was the moment that they had been waiting for and she felt her shields wrapping around her mate's hearts, minds, and souls as she drew them in. There was a loud noise, much like that of a dislocated limb popping back into place and light streamed from all three as the bond settled.

All three screamed out as they came, the physical pleasure magnified by the emotional connection. Hermione shuddered through her fifth orgasm, as she felt not only her own pleasure, but the pleasure of her mates as well.

It resonated in their minds and hearts with one simple word. "Hello."

So much emotion in that simple word. Hello: recognition, joy. A rejoining of souls, once one in another life, the pain of being apart, the ecstasy of reunion. The knowledge that in this life, as in previous lives they would no longer be alone. The knowledge that in future lives they might momentarily be separate again, but would find each other anew. Three hearts beat as one, three minds joined in joyous reunion. Lonely no more. Hello: you are home and you are my home. Forever more.

As the glow faded Fred and George managed to roll to the right as not to crush Hermione between them and carefully disengaged.

Hermione couldn't help groaning at the loss and yeah she was going to be sore once she came down off the bonding high but it was so worth it. Fortunately, magic users healed faster than those that did not have a large magical core and Sentinel's and Guide's healed faster still.

The soreness should fade in a few hours which was a good thing as she was sure her mates would want to take advantage of the privacy offered at the safe house to spend most of the next week in bed imprinting on their Guide. If not she would be sure to encourage them in that direction.

That was for later though as at the moment she couldn't stop gasping for air nor could she stop her legs from shaking uncontrollably. Her skin was so sensitive that she was sure if her mates were to do so much as caress her breasts she would come again and she was sure she'd pass out completely if that were to happen.

She rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling as she tried to get her heart rate down to normal and regain the ability of forming coherent words.

She opened her mouth, "nnggg...". Looked like it would be a while until she regained the power of speech.

"Ffffttt..." came the muffled reply from George before he managed to roll over on his side to keep from suffocating.

Fred nodded jerkily, "wawng..." agreeing with his twin.

Dobby stood outside their doorway, alerted to the settling bond by the outpouring of wild magic and the bright light that managed to leak around the closed door. He blinked his eyes feeling a bit drunk off of all the magic in the air before snapping his fingers and cleaning up Miss Grangy, her Weasies, and their bonding bed. No need for them to fall asleep in the world's biggest wet spot. They might catch a chill after all. With that thought he also extended his magic enough to lift the coverlet from the floor and drape it over them before popping away to see how his mate was handling the overflow of raw magic.

He found Winky in their quarters glowing with a warm golden light, her eyes closed and head thrown back as she channeled the magic into their unborn twins. This above all things was why Dobby and Winky had chosen to help. Not that they wouldn't have done so anyway, they owed much to Harry Potter and his friends.

House Elves depended on the magic they received from bonding to Wizards and Witches. They needed this to survive or their own magic would begin to twist inside of them, driving them mad with the pain to the point that their death came as a relief. The absorption of magic was even more critical for pregnant Elves and the amount of magic the mother could channel into her unborn offspring not only determined a successful pregnancy and birth, but the strength of the children. If the mother couldn't channel enough magic to her babies she risked miscarriage or babies that were weak and did not live very long.

Considering how his Winky was lit up like a small sun this wouldn't be something they had to worry about. Another pulse of wild magic hit them, this time from Master Draco and Harry Potter sir, and the glow intensified. Considering how brightly Winky was glowing, not only would the pregnancy be a successful one, but her children would also be among the most powerful seen in generations.

Dobby stopped to consider how much more power would be generated in the following days due to close proximity to two sets of bonding Sentinels and Guides and gulped. He had better catch up on his sleep while he could as it could be years before he could stop chasing after his children long enough to get a good nights sleep.

Winky opened her eyes and smiled at him as the glow faded a bit but didn't retreat completely. He couldn't help but to smile back at his beautiful mate. He really wouldn't have it any other way. Thanks to the magical gifts from Harry Potter, Miss Grangy and their mates, the future of Dobby's family was assured. Despite the coming war and hard times, the future was looking brighter all the time.