One Last Try [HP Jamione fanfic]

3. The Best Day

A/N: Next chapter! Excited to post this, I wanted to post it earlier, but I'm going to try to keep to a schedule of posting chapters on a Monday (UK time).

1st September 1970

Hermione Prewett woke the morning of the 1st of September feeling inexplicably nervous. She didn't start Hogwarts for another year so it didn't really make sense why she would be feeling so anxious. She'd spent the last month getting to know her new family, and being integrated into their lives. Molly and Arthur didn't live on the Estate, having already moved away to The Burrow, so she only saw them for the family dinners that Iphemia insisted on once a week.

Surprising herself, she had chosen to take the blood adoption potion, and become a Prewett by blood as well as in name. Also surprisingly, but to her relief, it hadn't changed too much of her physical appearance. Her hair, already long, dark, thick, and full of curls and frizz, had lightened slightly in colour taking on a reddish tint and the curls had loosened slightly. They resembled Iphemia's rather less frizzy curls.

Her eyes had stayed the chocolate brown they already were, and looked very similar to Geraint's now. She had grown a bit taller and, to her relief, her teeth had shrunk to be straight and in-line with the rest of them. She was most glad that the potion hadn't altered her body except for making her a bit taller. It had taken a long time for her to accept her curves and everything that went with them - the cellulite, stretch marks, the chafing of her thick thighs sometimes when she walked, the not-flat stomach, big boobs, and wide hips - but now she had she wouldn't give them up.

Now, her new brothers were off to Hogwarts for their second year. Over the last month she had become closer than she thought she would with them. This had all started as a way to get by in this world until she could leave, but it hadn't taken long until the Prewetts had all become her true family.

She'd always found it hard to make friends in the past, so it had surprised her how naturally she had fit into the Prewett family as though she'd always been there. She was sad they were leaving while she wouldn't be able to go to Hogwarts for another year.

Her door burst open, and Gideon and Fabian fell through, grins on their faces, "'Mione!" Their voices overlapped exuberantly. They both jumped onto her bed with her, laughing when she scowled at them.

"It's so early!" She screeched, "Get out, you bastards!" She tried to shove Gideon off when he flopped across her heavily. He just smirked up at her, grabbed her hands when they pushed at his head and kissed the backs of them. She huffed, but smiled sweetly at him when he grinned up at her.

"Aww, but you love us 'Mione, you're gonna miss us when we're gone." Fabian was lying across the bed next to her, a matching grin on his face. He pressed a smacking wet kiss to her cheek, which made her shriek and swat at him.

She ended up smiling though, unable to resist as she lay between her brothers happily. "I am gonna miss you, Fab." Gideon made an offended noise to the right of her, and she rolled her eyes, "You too, Gid."

They lay in her room, her brothers teasing her about all the things she'd miss about them while they were at Hogwarts until their mum shouted for them from downstairs. The twins bounced quickly out of the room, somehow containing boundless energy even after having got up so early. They left Hermione to get up and dressed quickly so they could Floo to Kings Cross.

As she pulled on the beautiful acromantula silk robes left lying out for her by Twinky (despite her continued insistence that the house-elf didn't need to keep serving her in any way), she contemplated the fact that these two boys had changed her life for her.