CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE


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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Hermione was almost on the verge of sleep when a thought occurred to her, and it was something she knew she had to voice.

"Dean?" She whispered in the silence of the car.

"Hmm?" He questioned, sounding as if he were almost asleep, too.

"Do you want children?"

He was awake instantly at that question.

"I didn't, until I met you," he admitted. "I know my hunting will be a difficult situation to raise children in and I never want them to have the childhood I had, but with your support and encouragement, we can give any children we have a safe environment and I can be the father mine never was. The thought of children crossed my mind, but I resigned myself to the fact I would never find anyone I wished to have them with, the same with marriage. But then you showed up, magic and spells blazing, and you changed my view of the world, and you've helped me to see what I've always wanted and needed in life. And now, some day I can't imagine not having children with you, with little Dean and Hermione hybrids running around and taking over the world."

Tears leaked from her eyes and slid down her cheeks, dropping onto his chest. He lifted her head with a hand under her chin and he frowned when he saw that she was crying, and barely looking at him.

"There's something I have to tell you," she said quietly.

"Then tell me," he said softly, wiping away her tears.

She closed her eyes, blocking herself of from his gaze, not wishing to see his reaction to what she was about to reveal. Something very few knew.

"You asked why I allowed my ex-partners to treat me the way they did, and I told you it was because I saw everyone around me getting married and having children, families, and I wanted that, too, but I could never have that. You asked why it wasn't possible that I was pregnant, and I told you it was because magical contraception is one hundred percent effective, yet I lied to you." She opened her eyes, her gaze locking with his. "It's true that magical contraception is one hundred percent effective, but it wasn't impossible for me to get pregnant because of it. It's impossible because I can't have children."

"What?" He whispered.

"I'm infertile, Dean," she whispered sadly, her tears falling down her face forcefully.

He held her tightly to him as she cried and he felt his heart breaking for her.

"How long have you known? Why can't you have children?" He asked softly.

She sniffled, "I've known for years, since I was eighteen. Due to the dark magic I was exposed to during my childhood, as well as the torture I was put through during my capture, it affected my reproductive organs. I found out because I went to the hospital to have some tests run as I was a bit paranoid. I lost my virginity to Ronald, and I knew he'd been with someone else before me and she wasn't exactly known for saying no, and I just wanted to make sure I hadn't contracted anything from him, so I made him go to the hospital to get tests done as well. We got the results a few weeks later and they were negative, except they turned up some anomalies within me and I went back for further testing. Not long before my nineteenth birthday I was told I couldn't have children. I made the mistake of telling Ron, and it's because of my infertility that he cheated on me. He's always wanted a big family and I couldn't give him that."

He wiped her tears away, allowing one hand to gently cup her cheek and the other moved to her back, running his hand over her skin in a calming, caring gesture as he listened to every word she spoke.

"Over the years I visited the hospital every few months and I was given new treatments that would hopefully improve my chances of conceiving. After countless tests and treatments and receiving no changes in the results, I resigned myself to the fact I can never carry children. The only option for me would be adoption, but adoption is not a common thing in the Wizarding World, and a lot of wizards tend to avoid witches that are infertile as they need the witch to provide a child to carry on their line of magic."

"It's not your fault and I don't think of you any differently," he promised her. "If we can't conceive children naturally, there are other methods."

She shook her head. "No muggle method would work, not only were my fallopian tubes damaged, so was my womb."

"If we can't conceive children, and you want nothing more than to have them, then we'll adopt. I want you to be the mother of my children, whether they share our genetics or not."

She sobbed loudly and he held her to him, muttering words of comfort into her ear and running his hand through her hair as she clung to him.

"Actually, that's not quite true," a voice spoke up from the front seat.

Hermione screamed loudly and she and Dean did their best to cover each other with the blanket, as they sat up away from each other.

"What the fuck, Cas!" Dean snapped, wrapping the blanket around Hermione tighter and glaring at the Angel dangerously. "Don't you have any sense of privacy!"

"No," the Angel replied.

Dean's glare hardened and his eyes flickered about the car.

"What are you doing?" Hermione asked him, her face bright red as she clutched the blanket to her.

"I'm sure I still have an Angel blade around here somewhere," he replied and Castiel's eyes widened at the clear threat.

"Do you mind leaving whilst we change?" Hermione said.

"It's not like I haven't seen the two of you coupling before."

Hermione's already red face darkened in embarrassment.

"First of all, don't ever say that again. Second of all, stop bloody spying on us when we so clearly don't want visitors or spectators, and third of all, leave so we can get dressed, otherwise I'll put my new found magical strength to the test, and, I'll let Dean loose with the Angel blade when he finds it."

Castiel was gone instantly and Dean sent her a heated gaze.

"Did you just threaten to use your Guardian Angel as a guinea pig, then later allow me to kill him?"

"Yes,"

He grinned at her. "That's my girl," he said proudly and she rolled her eyes at him.

They both quickly dressed in their discarded clothing that had been thrown about in the car, and just as they finished and Hermione's red face returned to normal, Castiel appeared in the front seat once more, and the moment he did, she leant forward and slapped upside the head, and none too gently either.

"That didn't hurt," he told her.

"No, but when I hex your face onto your arse I'm sure it will," she glared at him.

Dean chuckled, taking her hand in his and hoping it would help her to calm down slightly. "Why did you interrupt us, Cas?" He asked.

The Angel blinked before shaking his head and answering the question. "You're not infertile, Hermione."

"Yes, I am."

"No, you're not."

"I am,"

"You're not."

"Yes, I am, I've seen the results of the tests and treatments they've run on me, and there's more than I can count. They were all negative, I can't have children. Magical healing is one of the best in existence, behind the healing of Angels, and even magic can't make me fertile. The healers have been trying for the last eight years and still nothing has changed."

"Nothing has changed but the presence of Dean in your life," he corrected. "You are fertile, but only with Dean."

"Excuse me?" She whispered, tears again beginning to gather in her eyes, and Dean looked between the two of them confused.

"You are unable to conceive or carry any child that is not fathered by Dean, as he is your fated and he has been since birth. Your magic and Angel have prevented you from being able to conceive a child with any man that isn't Dean. Your reproductive organs are healthy, I should know, I've healed you many times in your life. You are only able to have children that are fathered by Dean, you are not infertile and you can have children."

Tears were now leaking down her face. "I swear, Castiel, if you're lying to me, I'll find an Angel blade and kill you myself, Guardian Angel or not."

"I am not lying to you," he said softly, changing his tone to the one he used to use when she was a child. "You can have children but only with Dean, as you are fated. It is also why Dean is the only man that is able to pleasure you." Although she was crying, she blushed bright red at his words. "Your pleasure is to be his only and no other man is to have that right."

"I can have a baby?" She whispered.

"You can have as many as you wish, but I must warn you, it may not be easy."

"Why?"

"Although your reproduction organs are healthy, you do have fertility problems within your family. As you said, your mother struggled to conceive and carry to term and she had many miscarriages before you were born as a premature baby. And I mean Jean Hollindale, not Arariel. Your grandparents struggled to conceive, as did those before them. It may apply to you, it may not; we can't be sure. The Angel within you might make it harder for you to conceive, or it may help in that regard. The fact they you're fated may also help, only time will tell."

"I can have a baby?" She asked once more.

"You can," he promised her.

Before Dean could blink, Hermione had ripped her hand from his and the tip of her wand was pressed to her stomach as she muttered under her breath.

There was a soft glow that emitted from the tip of her wand, and although he had no idea what she was doing, she didn't appear to be pleased by the news as the hopeful look on her face dropped immediately. And before he could ask what it was she'd just done, she disappeared with a 'crack'.

Dean blinked before turning to Castiel. "What was that? Where's she gone?" He asked the Angel.

"Hermione will tell you when she returns, she's gone to the magical hospital to have some tests run. She believes what I have told her, but she wishes to see it confirmed in her test results. She will return soon," with that, the Angel left too, leaving Dean in the car on his own, running a hand through his hair and completely confused with the situation.

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Dean was startled awake when he heard the 'crack' from outside the car, and the door opened and Hermione slid onto the back seat beside him as he sat up straight and rubbed the back of his aching neck.

"Cas said you went to the magical hospital," he said softly.

She nodded, her eyes focusing on a point in the distance.

"Is Cas right?"

She nodded, still remaining silent but tears fell down her cheeks and he pulled her into him and hugged her as she cried. When her cries died down he spoke.

"What spell did you cast on yourself?"

"Pregnancy Charm," she answered. His heart began to beat erratically and he held his breath. "It was negative, I'm not pregnant."

He was surprised to find that although he'd been scared of hearing the news, he was also a little disappointed in knowing that she wasn't pregnant, which had been more than a shock to his system. Not even twenty-four hours ago he'd almost fainted at the idea of Hermione being pregnant when she brought up Harry's suspicions, but now he was disappointed. But since discovering that he and Hermione were not only fated, but married, too, he found his hopes for the future changing. Although it had terrified himself, he really did want children with her.

"Why would you need to cast a Pregnancy Charm?" He asked.

"I haven't been on contraception for the last two years," she admitted.

He didn't know if he should feel betrayed or not. He supposed he could understand why though, she was believed to be infertile and therefore contraception wasn't needed, and as for him, she didn't know that she was able to have children with him.

"The healers advised against it; they didn't wish for it to interfere with any of the treatments they gave me or the tests they ran. And I never got pregnant, just as I'm not pregnant now, even if we've been shagging ourselves silly for the last month and a half. I'm not pregnant. When I had the symptoms of our separation, Harry thought I was pregnant and when I went to the hospital they ran all the tests except for a pregnancy test, knowing my medical history so it was never actually checked."

"Does Harry know?"

She shook her head. "No, but I wouldn't be surprised if he suspected it. The only person I ever told was Ronald, and the healers are sworn by magical contract to keep my medical records private. The only people that I've told are Ronald and you, that's it. I've never told anyone else because I couldn't bear the thought of the pity they'd bestow upon me. Now that I know I'm fertile, I'll go back on the potion."

"Don't," he said, before he could even stop himself, but he realised that he'd meant it. She pulled back from him, a slight frown on her face as she looked at him. "Don't go back on contraceptives."

"But..."

"No," he shook his head, pushing a curl behind her ear and locking his gaze with hers. "You can have children with me, but we may still have difficulty conceiving as Cas said. Considering how much we've been preoccupied with each other and you're not pregnant, it may take a while before I put a baby in you. The life we lead is dangerous and something may happen to one of us before we get the chance to raise a child, time is something that we may or may not have on our side. So no contraception for either of us, and if you get pregnant, then we'll have a baby, if we don't, we'll wait until we do."

"You've just found out you're married to me, are you ready for the possibility and responsibility of having a baby?" She asked him.

Fear flashed through his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by content and determination. "With you by my side, I'm ready for anything life throws our way, and if that's a baby, then I have no doubt I'd be shit scared." She chuckled at him. "But I'll have you to help me, as well as Sammy and Bobby."

"You aren't just doing this for me are you? I want you to be happy, too."

"With you in my life I can't be anything but happy," he said softly. "I know there's nothing more you want than a baby and there's nothing more than I want than to give that to you. You may have wanted a family longer than I have, but with you I want that, too, and only with you. So no contraceptives and hopefully we'll have little Dean-Hermione hybrids running about with sticky hands and snotty noses sometime in the future."

She laughed at him and he wiped away the happy tears that were falling down her face, before she launched herself into his arms and hugged him tightly.

"You're the best thing that's ever happened to me," she whispered into his ear.

"Me too," he replied.

"I love you," she told him.

His heart skipped a beat at the declaration, and although it was hard for him to say those words back, he loved her, too.

"Me too," he mumbled.

He sighed. He was married to a kick-ass and powerful witch-Angel and they would hopefully be having children together in the future. He was feeling truly happy for the first time in as long as he could remember. And it all because of her; his Angel.