One Last Try [HP Jamione fanfic]

39. Don't Blame Me

A/N: Some answers to some questions :D

15th August 1977

James barely made it a page into the book before he was interrupted. The sound of someone clearing their throat from the doorway made him tense. He looked up and gulped at the sight of the Prewett twins standing there, identical glowers on their faces. They both cut intimidating figures, and James wasn't normally intimidated easily. He winced and dropped the book into his lap, "Uh. Hey guys."

"Potter." One of them said stiffly. They both stepped into the room and took seats on the sofa opposite him, still scowling. "We need to have a chat with you about Hermione."

James gulped, and shifted. He ran a hand through his messy hair uneasily, and adjusted his glasses. "I- uh- I thought Hermione said you shouldn't interrogate me?"

The other twin, who'd not yet spoken, smiled threateningly, "Ah, but Potter, she didn't say we couldn't threaten you."

"Exactly."

"So that's what this is."

"No interrogation here."

"Just a good ole threatening."

"So, Potter." They said eerily in-sync, folding their arms over their chests in unison.

James swallowed nervously, and tried to move back from them - unfortunately he was hindered by the sofa back behind him. "Uh."

The twin on the left held up a hand, and wagged a finger at him, "Uh uh, this is where we talk and you listen, Potter."

"Hermione is our baby sister, and she's precious to us. She's had a lot of hardship in her life. She doesn't need some snot-nosed dickhead hurting her because he wants to date her and then once he gets his dick wet he leaves her."

"Fab-" The other twin interrupted with a brief shake of his head, frowning at the vulgarity. Fabian frowned back, but nodded tersely at whatever silent communication passed between them. The one who interrupted - must have been Gideon - turned back to James with a threatening look. "Don't get me wrong though, Potter. Fabian's right. Hermione doesn't need any more hurt in her life. If you so much as make one tear leave her eyes we'll break you into pieces."

"Whatever a Death Eater could do to you, we'll do worse, Potter." Fabian finished, leaning forward menacingly closer to James. James swallowed nervously, throat bobbing. "There'll be blood and guts and no one will ever find enough of you to identify the body."

"I would never hurt her on purpose." He argued, wanting to make it clear that though he understood their need to threaten him, it wasn't actually needed.

They both watched him silently for a long moment, "You better fucking not, Potter. We're watching you. You do anything to hurt her, and you won't like the consequences."

James nodded his agreement insistently, "I get it."

The twins stood together, just as creepily in sync as they had been for the whole of this chat. James was convinced they knew it creeped him out and did it on purpose, and that they must have trained to act like that. "Good."

"And remember don't tell Hermione a word of this."

"We'll know if you do."

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Hermione followed her parents nervously towards her father's office. She felt bad leaving James behind, but knew they wouldn't ask to speak to her when she had a guest here if it wasn't about something important. Geraint gestured to the sofa and chairs in front of the fireplace, and all three of them took a seat. Twinky popped in without being called for and provided them with tea and biscuits, smiling at them when they all thanked her.