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Harry and Hermione had just spent the past few hours watching England cream America thanks to Ron's Keeper skills. They had cheered him on and then after they celebrated at a local bar. Everyone had a little more than they should have, and that was when the problems started. Harry, being the most sober, was holding Ron up and keeping an eye on Hermione as they walked to the Apparition point in an out of the way alley when Ron suddenly threw himself at Hermione.
"You look sho ba-beu-bea'full." He said and he gripped her shirt, causing her to stumble.
"Okay." Hermione giggled and half-heartedly attempted to move away from him.
"I luh you so mush. We 're perfet fo eesh uder." He tried to sloppily kiss her and she shoved him off of herself.
"Uh uh, Ron." Hermione giggled and swayed a little. "You cn't know we're perfet for each 'er. It was one kiss and it. Was. BAD." Hermione giggled again, more blunt than she would have been completely sober.
Ron hiccupped and shouted "PERFET!" before he fell backwards, back hitting the side of a dumpster.
A man with crazed eyes and fangs instead of teeth jumped out from behind the dumpster and lunged at Harry. "Fuck!" Hermione shouted as she pushed him out of the way.
The man bit down on the side of her neck and that seemed to drag Harry out of his stupor. "Diffindo!" He shouted as a light green light shot out of his wand. The man whined like a dog and ran off. "Hermione?! Are you okay?"
"SHIT!" Harry looked up to see two muggles running towards him. He hastily shoves his wand into his back pocket, hoping he doesn't break it by sitting on it. The blonde with short, spiky hair raced past him after the guy who bit Hermione, and the brunette with slightly longer hair fell to his knees beside her.
"Hey, what happened?" The brunette asked, ripping off the bottom part of his shirt and pressing it hard on the bite mark.
Harry blinked, trying to find a way to explain to this muggle how a not-quite-human attacked his witch friend. "We were just, uh, headed home when this guy… He wasn't really a guy… Well, he bit Hermione and…"
The brunette shook his head and fixed Harry with what could only be described as puppy-dog eyes. "Listen. I know you're in shock, and I know this is hard for you, but I really need for you to focus. Your friend here needs some medical attention and he," Sam nodded towards the dumpster where Ron was sitting up rubbing the back of his head, "is going to need to be checked out, too. My brother and I have some medical background, let us take you back to our motel room and we can patch you guys back up."
"Sam." Harry turned to see the blonde come back into the alley.
"Dean." Sam gave the blonde, Dean, a look, to which Dean shook his head no. With a sigh, Sam turned back to Harry. "What do you think?"
Harry thought about the possible outcomes of going with these giants. On the one hand, he could fix Hermione with magic and be fine. On the other hand, he was a bit too drunk to be trying to fix anyone. He wouldn't want Hermione to have the same problem he had when Lockhart tried to fix his arm…
A weak voice from below brought Harry out of his drunken musings. "Harry, stop being an arse and get me help…" Hermione weakly slapped at Harry, falling into unconsciousness.
Today was just not Dean Winchester's day. It was supposed to be simple, or as simple as any day in Dean's life is: find werewolf, kill werewolf, celebrate at the bar and hook up. Instead, a chick got bit, the werewolf got away, and Dean had two drunk guys in his motel room. The only perk was the curly-haired babe, but Sam had the pleasure of cleaning her wounds while Dean played babysitter to Drunk One and Two. God, he hated rock, paper, scissors and Sam's derogatory gloat, "Dean always with the scissors." He could punch Sam.
The sun was filtering through the blinds, filling the room with its early morning light. Drunk One snorted, his red hair falling into his eyes, as he shifted on the bed. Yeah, he was gonna have a massive hangover when he woke up. Dean eyed Drunk Two, who seemed to be having a hard time comprehending things. How could a babe like Curls over there get stuck with idiots like these?
A low groan drew Dean's attention to Sam and Curls.
"Ugh, Harry my head, we should have picked up some Shrivelfig leaves before we went drinking."
Dean tilted his head, confused. He looked to his geek of a brother for help. Unfortunately, Sam looked just as confused.
Taping the last of the gauze into place, Sam put his hand on Curls' shoulder. He's such a girl. "Hermione?"
Hermione shot up bed, left fist aimed for Sam's head. Sam grabbed her hand and pinned her arms to her side, trying to keep Curls from aggravating her neck wound.
Drunk Two grabbed for his back pocket, his hand stopping short. "You let her go!" Dean turned on Drunk Two and tackled him, expecting him to be grabbing for a gun; instead, Dean finds a little stick in his back pocket. Throwing it on the floor, Dean glared at Drunk Two.
Drunk Two called out to Curls, who was still half-asleep and starting to panic. "Hey, it's okay, Hermione. They're trying to help." Under his breath, Dean heard him mutter, "I think."
Sam started muttering to Curls, trying to calm her down. Dean couldn't hear what he said, but, judging by her slowing struggles, his pansy-assed brother was calming Curls down. Once Curls stopped struggling, Sam propped up his pillows and helped her lean back against them.
"What do you remember about last night?" Sam asked, puppy-dog eyes full force.
"I remember we were leaving the game, heading home, when we ended up in the alley and this, thing, attacked us." Curls shot a look Dean couldn't decipher to Drunk Two. Drunk Two nodded slightly, not enough for a normal person to notice, but Dean wasn't a normal person.
Sam nodded comfortingly, shooting Dean that look. Oh no. Sam don't tell them-
"What attacked you last night was, well, it was a werewolf." Both Drunk Two and Curls stiffened, looking at each other in confusion. Drunk One was still out; his hangover would suck when he came to.
"W-what? That's impossible, that couldn't have been a werewolf." Drunk Two blurted. Typical normal person response.
Sam continued, unfazed. "Now, I normally wouldn't tell you this, but you were bitten by the werewolf. That means-"
"I'm going to turn into werewolf." Hermione finished for Sam. After looking once more at Drunk Two she turns back to Sam. "I didn't get a really good look at whatever bit me, but I'm fairly certain it wasn't a werewolf. It looked humanoid, but werewolves look like wolves for the most part." She stops suddenly and mumbles, "So I hear."
Just great, Curls is a nerd just like Sammy. Dean shakes his head at her. "Listen sweetheart-"
Curls whips her head towards Dean. "Absolutely not! I am not the brightest girl of my year for nothing! It's Hermione, and if you do not watch your tone with me I'll h-" Curls, otherwise known as Hermione - the bitch - glares at Dean. Drunk Two snorts and Hermione turns on him. "HARRY JAMES POTTER, I AM NOT IN THE MOOD FOR YOUR SHITE!"
Drunk One sits up slowly, holding his head. "Bloody hell, Harry, what did you do now? I've got a headache from all that stupid muggle alcohol."
Dean ignored the ramblings of the hungover red-head, turning back to Hermione. "Listen, bitch. You might think you know a lot about werewolves, but you know jack-shit, so listen to the professionals. Oh, and it wouldn't kill you to say thanks for saving your sorry asses!"
Sam shot his infamous bitch-face to Dean. "DEAN!" Turning to Hermione, he apologized. "I am so sorry about my brother. He isn't a, uh, people person." Sam gave a nervous half-smirk, dimples showing.
Hermione took a deep breath. "It's alright. Not everyone is meant to be seen by polite society."
Sam laughed as Dean glared at Hermione and awkwardly retorted, "You're not… meant to be seen."
With a roll of her eyes Hermione continued, "As I was saying, thanks, but now that we are all patched up it's time for us to get going. We'll be out of your hair in a minute." Hermione began to attempt to get up, despite Sam's protests. "Harry, go help Ronald up, we can get something for him before we leave. Make sure you don't leave anything behind. We can stop by Poppy once we get home to make sure everything is on the up and up."
God, did Dean hate this bitch.