"So, you've been in a school for the last 12 years? What did you study? What were the teachers like? Oh god, what was the library like!?"
"Sam! Enough, she was in a fancy school in a FREAKING castle, making out with rich boys, who the hell cares. She was gone. Now she's back. End of story." Dean's voice was loud and his hands were clenched into fists but all eyes were now on Hermione who had stood, tears on her cheeks, wand in hand, and magic crackling through her hair.
"LANGLOCK" Hermione's wand swished through the air with speed.
Sam and Bobby exchanged worried glanced as no visible changed happened to Dean. His eyes though were wide and were flicking between Hermione and her wand.
"YUU KUS EE" he tried to shout but he seemed unable to form the words.
As realization dawned Sam began to laugh. "She.. she.. oh god.. she finally found a way to shut Dean up." Tears were rolling down his cheeks and laughter bounced off the walls.
Hermione smirked at Bobby and Sam before stalking slowly up to Dean. She stopped just in front of him and looked into his eyes. "Now Dean, I warned you that if you spoke poorly of Draco again I'd do something terrible to that cute arse of yours" she whispered. She missed the surprise in Dean's eyes at the word cute. "Hogwarts, while yes it was inside a castle, it was not some high school for rich kids. No one there paid tuition. It was covered by the magical government. Hogwarts was a place of learning. It was where witches and wizards learn to hone their skills. Where they learned how to focus their magic. We were taught to bottle fame, we were taught which plants could kill a man in seconds" her eyes flashed dangerously "we were also taught kindness and how to cure diseases the muggle community is decades away from curing. I did NOT spend my time there 'making out with rich boys'. Draco was the second boy I had ever kissed and the last. He was the second boy to steal my heart." She had been pacing around him in circles as she spoke and quickly snapped her mouth shut but Dean could see the pink in her cheeks. He could feel the embarrassment from their bond.
No. There's no way she meant me. He thought to himself.
Steeling her shoulders, she came to stand directly in front of Dean. Leaning in to whisper in his ear she said "Now, if you promise to be a good boy, I'll release that tongue of yours." Hermione heard a quite groan and looked into Dean's eyes. The lust she saw there sent an excited shiver down her spine. Her face was flaming and with a quick flick of her wrist she released the spell.
Turning to walk back to her spot in the room she stopped when she saw Sam and Bobby standing uncomfortably.
Hermione! What the hell has gotten into you? You might as well have shagged him right then and there. Get it together! Was this the bond? Was she starting to fall for Dean?
The quiet stretched in the small motel room before Hermione began to speak again. "For the past 5 years, I have been living on the run. Living in constant fear of death. We lost. We lost the war. Six months ago we lost Ron." Her face was again streaming with tears. "And last week I got word that they killed Harry. We lost and every one I have ever known and loved is dead. The night I woke up here I had just escaped. I had been captured and tortured. I was bleeding heavy and I was ready to let go. I was ready to stop fighting."
The room was silent. Dean walked quietly out of the room and a moment later they heard his car speed off.