Chapter Two

"Mione, I thought they weren't coming until tomorrow." Harry stated his confusion as he walked with Hermione and the others down to meet her parents. "So did I." Hermione replied, stepping outside into the afternoon heat and began walking towards the guest parking lot where the '67 Chevy Impala sat parked with two men standing outside it discussing things as they pulled their duffles from the trunk. "Whoa, wait. Mione, arn't those the Winchester brothers?" Fred asked, beginning to feel fear build deep inside. With answering his question, Hermione walked over to the two men and spoke to them once they were near enough. "What happened? You're not supposed to be here till tomorrow." She told them, cutting straight to it. "Hello to you to." Dean muttered under his breath before he spoke up. "Got a break in the case. Sammy ganked the son of a bitch. We packed up and headed out here." Dean replied. "Dad, what was it?" Hermione asked,ignoring the sound Fred made of fear a few feet from her. "A Shōjō." Sam answered and when Hermione gave him a look asking for a definition, her uncle went full on supernatural encyclopidic on her. "A Shōjō is a Japanese ghost-like monster but is different in that it's tangible and alive, however similar to ghost, it is invisible, and only those who are drunk can perceive them. You can only kill them with a Katana blessed by a Shinto Priest." He explained which caused Hermione to nod and her friends to shudder. "So, you going to introduce us?" Dean asked, smiling his best grin towards her friends before glancing behind them at a few senior girls passing by.

With a roll of her eyes toward her father's actions, she began to introduce her friends to her two family members. "This is Fred, George's twin brother. He is also my boyfriend." Hermione finished as Fred wrapped his arms loosely around Hermione's waist and rested his head on her shoulder, pretending he wasn't afraid of the protective yet dangerously murderous look Dean was giving him. "You two are dating? For how long?" Dean asked, directing the question to Fred. "T...two years, uh...sir." Fred replied. Dean noded slowly, deciding to finish talking with him later when they were alone. As they headed inside to find the Winchester men's rooms, students passing them by looked at Sam and Dean and began talking about why they were there. "I'll see you guys later." Hermione told her friends before she went with her father and uncle into their room to speak in private with them.

During the evening, more and more rumors spread about why they were there and soon enough, the rest of the families began to arrive. "Say, Mione, is your mom coming down today?" Harry asked as Ginny and her brothers helped their parents unload their car. "I honestly don't know." Hermione replied, looking up at the Impala as her father and uncle returned from town. As she replied to Harry's question, they heard a familiar male snear causing the two best friends, along with the Weasley family- which included Percy, Bill and Charlie- and Sam and Dean to look up at the two Malfoy males and Draco's mother. "Well well. Where are you parents, mudblood?" Malfoy asked with a snearing grin. Harry had been practically adopted by the Weasley family though nobody except her friends knew who Hermione's parents were. "They had to work." She glared at the blonde Slytherin. She was trying her hardest not to beat him up again though she was loosing her control with each minute he stood there. "That's probably a lie. Your parents probably are ashamed of having you for a daughter so they lied about having to work. That, or they're probably dead." Malfoy told her, his Slytherin friends having joined him and laughed at the comment. That comment he had just made caused her to loose it. In a blink of an eye, she had him tackled to the ground and began to beat the shit out of him, something that alerted everyone on the school grounds and caused them all to circle in, her father and uncle, along with the Weasley family, to close in. If it hadn't been for the twins, she could have broken Draco's jaw, along with the nose she had just broken for the second time- the first time being back in third year.

"Do you honestly think that was the wisest thing to do?" Dean asked later that night as he paced back and forth in front of Hermione as she sat on her father's bed, icing her split and bleeding knuckles. Her uncle was working away at his lap top as usual. "What was that he even called you?" Dean asked, finally stopping and looked at his 16 year old daughter. "He called me a mudblood. Someone born from none magical parents. It's the worst insult a witch or wizard could be called." Hermione replied, still angry though had simmered quite a bit. "It's late. I'm gonna head to bed." She added and got up, grabbing her jean jacket and left without another word. Instead ofgoing to her dorm room though, she went for a walk around campus, only to stop by the lake and sit there for a few hours, thinking about things. She didn't notice anyone else was there until she heard a husky voice. "You have always been a strong one, Hermione. Just like your mother." The husky voice told her, causing her to look up at the one next to her.