CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
Summary: Nine years after the war, Hermione's the Head of the Auror Department that specialises in dealing with Magical Creatures and fugitive Death Eaters that are loose in the Muggle World. With the fugitive Death Eaters no longer hiding in Britain, she's tracking rogue Death Eaters in the United States, which leads her to The Winchester brothers. The Witch and The Hunters are a dynamic trio that no creature, being or beast wishes to mess with, Magical or Supernatural. Hermione/Dean pairing. Rated M for a reason.
Disclaimer: I don't own original canon characters or events, just those that I create myself. Everything belongs to J.K Rowling and the creators of Supernatural. I am not making a profit posting this fanfic.
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"So, did you get into their lockers?" Hermione asked, as she and Dean sat around the table in their room and Sam joined them for breakfast, of which was cereal and coffee from Tupper once again.
"Yes, I was able to get into them all, but before I could look through them, the other janitor would suddenly show up."
They sniggered at his annoyed facial expression.
"We haven't really learned anything new either, hopefully we'll have better luck today. Now, give me your arm so I can start to infuse my magic into the runes, I'll do some now and the rest later tonight," she said.
Dean watched Sam's reaction and he frowned slightly when he saw that Sam looked curious, but otherwise unaffected, when he had felt flames licking at him. That was strange.
She spent fifteen minutes doing her task and she took an Invigoration Draught afterwards.
"Didn't you say you wanted to test they worked?" Dean said.
"Yes, it'll have to be on you since Sam's aren't yet completed."
She had expected him to refuse and glare and curse, instead he merely shrugged and stood up, walking to the middle of the room. She shared a look of surprise with Sam before she stood up and levelled her wand at him.
"Rictumsempra," she whispered, the purple light headed straight for Dean and she shrieked in surprise and ducked, as it rebounded away from him and flew back in her direction, hitting against the wall.
"What was that meant to do?" He asked.
She slowly stood looking at Dean strangely before turning and casting the same jinx on an unsuspecting Sam. He burst out laughing, wriggling in his seat and gripping his sides.
"S-s-stop... it... tick-l-les," he managed to get out through his laughter.
She released the jinx and turned to Dean. "Tickling Jinx," she shrugged.
"You have a spell to tickle people?" He said amused.
"Yes, like I told you, not all wizarding folk are monsters, and dark magic isn't the only form to exist. Diffindo," she said suddenly and the charm rebounded once more, she had to step aside so she wouldn't get hit.
"And that one?"
"That spell would've placed a small cut on you. These are only minor forms of magic, ones first years learn."
"So why do you look surprised your tattoo worked?" Sam asked confused.
"They're working too well," she told them, sitting down in her chair. "Normally protection runes work by reducing the chances of you being injured or trying to reduce the injury if you are hit with a spell. Dean was protected entirely from both of my spells, which isn't normal. He should've still felt the Tickling Jinx, but in milder form to you, and the Diffindo still should've cut him since I put a lot of force behind it. Instead they rebounded and headed for me, as if he'd been shielded from them by a Protego."
"And that shouldn't happen?" Dean frowned.
"No, it really shouldn't of," she said as she and Dean shared a look, yet another factor to consider in their strange relationship.
"Will it do the same for me?" Sam asked. "I've read about how powerful of a witch you are, so maybe that's why your tattoo protected him the way it did," Sam shrugged.
"It's possible, we won't know if it's the same for you until I've finished infusing my magic into the ink, which we'll do tonight. And just because I am said to be one of the most powerful witches to exist, doesn't mean I actually am. Due to my past, achievements and fame, people tend to over exaggerate my abilities and power."
Sam looked at her disbelievingly.
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Hermione and Dean were currently sat in the principal's office after receiving a message that he wished to speak to them. They were sat in the chairs behind the desk as Principal Walters watched them with his dark blue eyes, and black hair falling into his eyes. Dean just wished he would hurry up and get it over with; they were on their lunch break and he was starving.
"It has come to my attention that the two of you are in a romantic relationship."
They both stiffened and Hermione dug her nails into Dean's thigh to stop him from saying anything stupid.
"Is this true?"
"Yes, Dean and I are in a relationship," Hermione confirmed.
"It is against school policy that two members of staff are to be involved in any relationship, other than one of a professional manner."
"Principal Walters, we are aware that it is against this particular school's policy, but before we were assigned here, we were assured that our positions would not be in jeopardy. Our agency is well aware of the fact that Dean and I are in a relationship and we have been for several years, since we met when we both joined the agency. We have never let our relationship spill over into our professional lives and we will not do so now. We are only here until Mr. Wellers and Mr. Harrow return and if they do not, we are still only temporary staff until you are able to find someone to fill the position permanently. For you to either dismiss us or give us disciplinary action would be in violation of our contract, of which you signed." His eyes widened slightly. "Not all schools have the same policies, especially regarding staff members being involved, but some do and as a safe guard for our positions, the agency has put in a statement and an acceptance clause regarding the both of us being involved. I could give you the number of our supervisor, who will confirm it if you would like."
He narrowed his eyes slightly and nodded. Hermione took the pen he offered and wrote down the number.
He asked them to wait outside the office and they watched through the window as he picked up the phone and held it to his ear.
"Was all of that true? What you told him?"
"No," she said, and he blinked at her before laughing.
Principal Walters gestured for them to enter and they took their seats.
He cleared his throat. "I have spoken with your supervisor and they have confirmed all of which you shared with me, they assure me that your relationship is nothing but professional during school hours and that you both have an impeccable record, as well as references. As such, I see no point in taking the matter further. Just keep your relationship professional on the school grounds."
"Of course, how did you come to learn of our relationship?" Hermione asked.
"A member of staff was approached in the hallways this morning by a student and they explained about your relationship, and so they passed it along to me."
"I assure you, we have been nothing but professional during school hours, this student likely saw the both of us out together after school hours. We have taken to having dinner at the diner close to our motel, since we are not here long term."
"From what I understand, that is a popular place with the students," he nodded. "Just be careful to keep your relationship professional."
"We will."
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Hermione saw out the last of her students and sat down at her desk, sighing. She was starving and she still had one class left, her seniors.
They entered the classroom and took their seats, Hermione noticed that Jane glared at her before taking her seat at her desk. Hermione greeted the class and asked them to continue working on their projects.
Six students brought a piece of work up to her desk for her to look over, and she done so fairly quickly, amending spelling mistakes and suggesting other words to use in the places of some. She returned the work to each of the students, spending a few minutes to explain the alterations and talking off structure and visual aids, before returning to her desk.
She sat down and began to mark some work from her freshman class. Half way through the lesson she was in need of a snack and she opened the bottom drawer to remove the packet of biscuits she had stowed away. As she reached her hand down, her wand which she had hidden in her sleeve, started to buzz against her skin and she frowned.
It only did that when it was around a dark aura and a close one at that. She looked up before opening the middle drawer where she kept her beaded bag disillusioned. She found it and dug around for Bellatrix's wand, and the moment she did, the wand was humming in pleasure, setting off alarm bells in her head. She used the wand to nudge aside the things in the drawer until she saw it.
It was a strange cloth material which looked to be filled with something, and it was tied together with what looked to be a leather chord. It was slightly bigger than the palm of her hand, but when she went to touch it, her own wand buzzed wildly and Bellatrix's hummed. It can't have been good, and although she was curious to know what it was and to take a look, something told her to leave it alone, and to tell Dean. And so she did.
As the bell went to signal the end of the school day, Hermione spoke.
"Blake, please stay behind." When the class was empty of everyone except them, Hermione spoke. "Blake, did you talk to a member of staff regarding my relationship with Mr. Chester?"
"No, Miss. Hart," he frowned.
"Are you sure, as Principal Walters asked to see the both of us today, regarding a member of staff being told about our relationship?"
"He hasn't fired you, has he?"
"No, Mr. Chester and I are protected against that for a grounds of dismissal, our agency has been aware of our relationship since the start of it a few years ago. If that weren't the case, we could've both received disciplinary action and been fired."
"I swear, I didn't tell anyone, as far as I'm aware, neither have the others. But..."
"But?"
"We were talking about it this morning in the parking lot, so any one could've overheard," he said, looking guilty.
She nodded. "Alright, Blake, I appreciate your honesty, next time try to be more careful, you may go now."
He stood from his chair and left the room. Hermione waited a few minutes before leaving after him, heading to the gym. It just so happened that she ran into Dean on the way there.
"I was just coming to find you," she told him.
He raised an eyebrow and she gestured for him to follow her. When they entered her classroom she shut the door.
"What are we doing here?"
She walked over to the desk and opened the bottom drawer. He frowned at her before moving closer and looking at its contents, when he saw it, his eyes widened.
"What is it?" She asked him.
"It's a hex bag, fuck! There's a witch in the school."