A Musical Connection
Summary: Dean meets up with Hermione in a music store, she's there to help them with a hunt. What are they hunting that requires her help?
Notes: Hello lovely readers! Thank you so much for checking out my latest story, I appreciate it very much. It took me several days to get this written but I enjoyed every minute of it, hope you do too. Now, onto the story. :)
Inspiration: Iron Butterfly 'In-A-Gadda-Da-Vidda' (the full length version, which is just over 17 minutes long)
Disclaimer: I do not own anything and make no monies writing this.
There she was, standing in one of the booths with headphones on, listening to music and swaying her body to its beat. Dean had to smile. She was totally engrossed into whatever she was listening to, or so it seemed. When he approached her, he found he couldn't get too close to her, like there was an invisible wall stopping him. Ah, he thought, she did have protection around her after all, allowing her to get lost in the music. When he looked at what she had chosen, his smile turned into a smirk…Iron Butterfly's 'In-A-Gadda-Da-Vidda', nice choice.
Now he understood her complete immersion into the music. He knew he'd like her after his debriefing with MCUSA. After getting over the shock of learning about natural witches and wizards, and meeting a few, Dean had been told about a particular witch, a British witch on loan from England's Ministry of Magic. One he would be meeting up with and she would assist him on his latest hunt. He had been skeptical until the Auror debriefing him had told him about her, Hermione Granger.
She had sounded like his kind of woman. Strong, confident, seasoned warrior with a temper to match his and seeing her now, love at first sight; well, lust anyway. She was petite and he had no doubt many would underestimate her. She had long wavy, slightly bushy, hair and curves to make a man sit up and beg. Dean chuckled to himself about his thoughts and did the three taps on her "wall" to let her know he was there. When she raised her hand for the universal 'just a moment' sign, he nodded his head in understanding. No one just stopped Iron Butterfly's 'In-A-Gadda-Da-Vidda' anywhere but at the end, it was a song listened to without interruptions and with full volume.
When the song ended, Hermione turned around and saw a young man standing close to her. She had to think of what Harry had told her about Dean Winchester: short dark'ish hair-check, average height for a guy-check, jeans, flannel shirt over a tee shirt, leather jacket-check, cocky stance-check, killer smile-check; okay, the last one was hers but, hey, it fit. Yep, this must be Dean Winchester. As she was checking him out, she noticed he was checking her out too. She smiled when his eyes slowed around her breasts and arse. Typical guy but, at least, he was good looking himself. She admired his build and just knew he could have any woman he wanted. Would that include her? Hmm, maybe, she thought, if he played his cards right.
After initial inspections were done, Dean held up his ID for her to read, his real ID. He smiled at her head nod and then felt a warmth leave the area he hadn't realized was there until it was gone. That must have been her magic, he thought, interesting. When she held out her hand, Dean gave her a charming smile and shook it. Her grip was strong and firm for such a small hand. He liked that, showed she wasn't afraid to show her confidence. Most females gave the '"dead fish handshake" and he hated it. If they were going to shake a hand, especially a guy's, then the handshake should be one where the guy wasn't worried about causing damage from squeezing too hard or squeezing at all.
"Hermione Granger, pleasure to meet you." Hermione said and meant it. She had read the files on the Winchester brothers and had been impressed. These two young men were dealing with a world that had rivaled her own a few years ago. Except theirs was ongoing.
"Dean Winchester, and the pleasure is all mine sweetheart," was Dean's reply with a flirty look in his eyes and a blinding smile on his face. She was beautiful and he was definitely looking forward to hunting with her. He knew when the shit hit the fan; his mind would be in the game. However, they weren't in any danger at the moment, so there was no harm with a bit of flirting.
"Shall we?" Hermione asked as she headed towards the door adding a little more swing into her steps.
"We shall." Dean answered as he followed her out of the store, noticing the enticing way her hips swayed as she walked, very nice.
"Is this your car?" Hermione queried when she got close to the Impala. She had read that Dean drove a black Impala and had to admit it was a beauty. When she looked over her shoulder at Dean, she caught the smile he had that was full of pride and smiled back. Oh yeah, this was his baby alright.
"Yep! This is Baby and she'll get us wherever we need to go or be." Dean replied as he ran a hand over the hood lovingly, admiration and respect shining in his eyes.
"I grew up in the back seat of this car." He said while watching Hermione for her reaction.
"That's what your file says. Well, I have to say, if you had to grow up living in and out of a car, then this is an excellent choice." Hermione replied.
Dean chuckled and with a glint in his eyes, said, "Yeah, plenty of room for Sammy and I to sleep or play while Dad was driving to the next hunt."
"I'm sure there is. Although I'm sure there's room back there for a great many things." Hermione retorted with a smirk, flirting a bit with Dean.
Dean gave her a very slow once over and when his eyes finally made it back up to hers; he gave her a smirk of his own.
"Actually, there is. Although not many women have had the honor of finding out just how roomy it is. I'd be willing to let you learn though." Dean replied, his voice dropping a bit.
Hermione chuckled as she stepped closer to Dean and ran her hand up his arm to his neck. When she added just the slightest pressure Dean leaned towards her. Just as their lips were about to meet, Hermione whispered huskily, "And I just might take you up on that." Then she swiped her tongue over his bottom lip and stepped back.
Dean took a sharp intake of breath and nodded. His mind couldn't think of anything to say, not after that little teasing promise. As he walked her to the passenger side door; he let his hand slide down over her ass and gave it a gentle squeeze, then quietly said, "Whenever you're ready sweetheart, I'm willin'."
Hermione couldn't stop her reaction of leaning back into Dean when his hand squeezed her arse. She was barely able to hold back the moan at his promising words. When she sat down, she took a steadying breath and squeezed her thighs together. This hunt wouldn't get over soon enough. She took the few moments before Dean climbed in to reign in her libido. She knew flirting with Dean would be dangerous but what delicious danger it was.
After Dean started up the car, he looked over to Hermione and gave her a wink, noticing her breathing wasn't exactly smooth, her face a bit flushed and her legs suspiciously close together. He wasn't sure if it was him squeezing her ass or his promise about after the hunt that had made her this way and he didn't care. He just knew he liked having an effect on her.
The drive to Bobby's hadn't taken very long and they passed the time with mundane chatting and listening to music. Once at Bobby's, and passing his tests, Hermione was introduced to him and Sam. She had laughed and told Sam that she'd need a ladder to reach his height, had he gotten into some Miracle Gro as a baby? Sam blushed a bit while the other two laughed and they headed towards the living room to discuss the latest hunt, the reason Hermione was there.
Once there, Sam took the arm chair, Bobby sat at his desk which left the sofa for Dean and Hermione. As she was sitting down, she made sure to just barely touch Dean's side. When Dean looked at her with a slight smile, Hermione's lips lifted slightly. After sitting, Dean put his arm on the back of the couch, just ghosting his fingertips over her shoulder and hair, causing a slight shiver to run down her body.
Sam caught all this and shook his head while Bobby missed it due to looking for the information everyone needed.
"Here it is." Bobby said, turning around to hand Hermione the file.
As she read through it, her face lost some of its color and her body went rigid. All three men noticed the change in her demeanor and coloring causing each one to wear a look of concern. If it was something that caused this kind of reaction from her, did they have a chance to get rid of it?
"You know what we're after, don't you?" Sam questioned.
"I'm afraid so." Hermione answered. She shivered at the thought of having to hunt this particular creature. This wasn't an easy creature to catch let alone defeat. She would need to call on Harry and Draco to help them. They had come across this beast tracking down some DeathEaters. Apparently one had fallen or been summoned from another realm by a DeathEater to have as a guard. However, the beast hadn't appreciated being yanked from its home and had wandered off instead, causing trouble in the local town.
"From the sounds of what's been reported, we're looking at a Displacer Beast." Hermione told them.
"Okay, so what is a Displacer Beast?" Sam asked. "I've only heard of such creatures from my friends that played D'n'D at Stanford. I didn't think they were real."
"Oh, they're real alright. They don't normally reside in our realm but they do exist in another. They can be summoned here or fall through a tear or hole between realms." Hermione replied.
"That's something real?" Bobby asked, concern in his voice.
"Unfortunately. I'll need to request Harry and Draco's help. They came across one of these last year while hunting down the remaining scattered DeathEaters. They'll have valuable intel for us." Hermione informed them.
"Who's this Harry and Draco?" Dean asked, trying to hide his slight jealousy.
Hermione looked over at Dean and smiled, answering, "Well, I went to school with both of them. Harry is like a brother to me and Draco," here Hermione paused, trying to figure out how to put her relationship with Draco where Dean wouldn't feel threatened or think she was still with him.
"Draco was my nemesis during school. We had a tumultuous relationship until after the final battle when he finally changed his life around. We tentatively became…friends…after that. Now he's good friend and one I know I can trust to have my back." Hermione finished, watching Dean as comprehension dawned in his eyes. It would be something to broach later.
"So they've dealt with one of these Displacer Beasts before? They'll be willing to share their knowledge and help us out here?" Sam asked.
"Certainly" Hermione answered. "I'll just need to ask them and have them come here so we can figure out what needs to be done."
"I don't have an owl but my fireplace is hooked up to the Floo Network through MCUSA." Bobby told her.
"Is it international?" Hermione asked, surprised that Bobby would be connected in such a way, though it did make sense.
"Ah, I don't know. Is there a difference?" Bobby asked.
"Yes there is. If it's international then they could floo from the Ministry to here but if not then they'll have to floo to MCUSA first and then floo from there to here." Hermione informed him.
"Well, let me find the paperwork and see then." Bobby said, turning to look through a drawer at his desk.
Hermione used the pause in conversation to go to the kitchen to get a drink, brushing up against Dean as she rose from the couch. When she returned, Bobby was looking over a parchment.
"It just says I'm connected to the network. Here, you look and see if I missed something." Bobby said as he handed her the parchment.
Hermione looked it over and then shook her head. "Looks like it's a standard floo connection. We can floo to any open floo within this country but not outside of it. I'll let them know to either floo to your Ministry or portkey."
She thought over which way to contact them and decided to send her patronus, instructing it to only speak to Harry or Draco and only when they were alone and acknowledged it. It's not that what she had to say was confidential; she just didn't care for anyone else to know. After she sent her otter off with her message, she turned to see three faces with amazement on them.
"What?" Hermione asked not realizing they might not have ever seen a patronus.
"What was that?" Dean asked her.
"That was my patronus. It's a way to carry messages to others when there's no owl or floo to use. It's quicker than an owl at this distance but not as quick as a floo call of course." Hermione explained.
"That was cool." Sam commented, still in awe of what her type of magic could do.
"It is, I agree. It also takes a lot of work and practice to be able to cast one. Not to mention having a good memory with enough power to create one." Hermione responded.
"Yeah, so what memory powers yours?" Dean asked her with a mischievous gleam in his eyes.
"Wouldn't you like to know" was her reply, smirking at him.
"Alright you two, that's enough. How long before you get an answer Hermione?" Bobby asked, giving the two of them a pointed look.
Looking away from Dean, Hermione smiled at Bobby and answered, "It depends. It could be any moment now or it could be later today. If either one of them are in a meeting or on assignment then it could take a while. I'll share what I know and then we can start making a tentative plan while we wait."
"Sounds good." Sam and Bobby said at the same time, while Dean said "Why don't we have some lunch first, I'm starving."
"You're always starvin' boy. But you do have a point." Bobby chuckled as he headed towards the kitchen. Sam followed first with Dean waiting by the door way. When Hermione passed by him her body brushed against his with her hand ghosting over his crotch while smirking, Dean grabbed the frame on each side and closed his eyes. She would be the death of him…but what a way to go!
Once Dean managed to get himself under control, he sauntered into the kitchen, stopping just inside the room as he watched in amazement as various food stuffs floated to the table. Hermione caught his eye and winked at him before saying, "Don't you just love magic!"
The three men all laughed and unanimously agreed to her statement. As they sat down to eat, Hermione sat opposite of Dean. When her foot travelled up his calf and thigh towards his crotch Dean almost choked on the bite he had just taken. Deciding to see just how far she would go, he widened his legs and slid just a bit further down in his seat. As her foot moved to his inner thigh, Dean's breath caught. She moved her foot to just this side of touching him and he barely suppressed his groan, such a tease she was.
When his eyes caught hers she smirked at him briefly before returning her attention back to Bobby and their conversation. After lunch was done and Hermione said she'd do the dishes, Sam and Bobby went to the living room to relax. Dean moved up behind her but left the tiniest of spaces between their bodies, enough for them to feel the other's body heat. When he heard her breathing change, he smirked. Two could play this game. He could tell that she was battling with herself on whether or not to close the distance between them and he was, surprisingly, glad she hadn't. The tension was a sweet torture for them both.
Dean then leaned closer and whispered in her ear, "Not using magic Samantha?"
Hermione looked over her shoulder at him and stated, "If I did that then you'd have no reason to approach me."
Noticing Dean staring at her lips, Hermione slowly ran her tongue over them to moisten them and then smiled at his pause in breathing. When he leaned forward and barely touched her lips with his before backing away, Hermione quietly whimpered. This game was driving her insane but she loved it too. She hadn't teased anyone this much or been teased this much since her and Draco had gotten together. She had forgotten how fun and frustrating it could be.
After cleaning up the kitchen, Hermione joined the others in the living room just as she heard the crack of apparition. When she quickly turned on her heels and sprinted towards the door, she had three hunters at her back, curious of what would make that sound. When they saw two young men standing just beyond the porch, they all questioned Hermione.
"Are these two the ones you sent your, patronus, to?" Dean asked, hoping he called it right and checking out the newcomers.
"Yes they are! Harry! Draco!" Hermione exclaimed as she bounded down the steps to greet Harry in a bear hug then turned to hug Draco when Harry released her.
"Hey 'Mione!" Harry said as he swung her around, laughing. When he set her down and she hugged Draco, Harry noticed one of the three men watching them carefully, his body language stiffening ever so slightly, enough to let Harry know this man had intentions towards Hermione. Smirking, Harry threw an arm around her shoulders and leaned in to whisper to her.
"Who's the short dark haired guy?"
Hermione turned her head to whisper back, "That would be Dean, behave Harry."
As Harry gave her a wink and pulled her tighter to his side, Draco picked up on something going on and joined in surrounding Hermione. When she let out a groan and told them both to behave themselves she got two innocent faces smiling back at her. She rolled her eyes and stepped away to make introductions. As she guided them towards the other three, Draco quietly asked Harry what that was all about. Harry cheekily answered with, "Hermione is flirting with the short dark haired guy. I saw him tense up when she hugged us. I had to have a bit of fun." Draco chuckled and then checked out the one Harry had mentioned.
It seemed Harry was right, that one was watching them warily. Draco could tell by the man's eyes that they were being weighed for threats, not of the supernatural kind but of the romantic kind, causing Draco to smirk and relax his posture. He and Hermione might have been 'friends with benefits' for a time but Draco was in a relationship with another witch now, so he and Hermione were strictly friends. Although, Draco thought to himself, it could be fun to mess with the guy a little but would never cross the line. He wouldn't do that to 'Mione or his fiancé. He had too much respect for both and also enjoyed having his bits where they belonged.
When Hermione, Harry and Draco approached the group waiting on the porch, Hermione started with the introductions.
"Bobby Singer, Sam and Dean Winchester, I'd like you to meet Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy." She said as she pointed to each man while saying their names. After the handshaking or head nodding was done, the group entered Bobby's house. Harry and Draco were stopped under the devil's trap and then given a shot of holy water to drink. Hermione, fortunately, had already told them about the hunter tradition of checking to make sure the person before them was fully human, so they followed the rules and passed the tests.
Once back in the living room, Bobby gestured for everyone to take a seat. When everyone was comfortable, he started the conversation.
"Do either of you know why you're here?" he asked.
"No. Hermione's message was only that she needed our help and if we would drop by when we got the chance. Care to enlighten us?" Harry asked, looking around at the group.
"It seems we have a Displacer Beast on our hands and since both of you have dealt with one before I thought you might be able to help us out." Hermione informed them.
"Ah, one of those things. Nasty beasts they are." Draco piped in, looking unhappy about hearing what they were needed for.
"Have you explained what it is yet, 'Mione?" Harry asked, wanting to know where to start.
"Not yet. I was about to when you two showed up. You can have the honors if you like." Hermione replied, smiling at them.
"We'll let you have that pleasure, my dear. You're better at it than we are." Draco answered as he covertly watched Dean's eye twitch at him using such a term of endearment.
"Okay, first off, this creature isn't from our realm. I told you that already." At the nodding heads she continued, "This creature is just as the creators of Dungeons and Dragons described them. They are considered lawful evil creatures. "Lawful evil is the most dangerous alignment because it represents methodical, intentional, and frequently successful evil. Creatures of this alignment are great respecters of laws and strict order, but life, beauty, truth, freedom, and the like are held as valueless, or at least scorned." Many in that realm use these creatures as guards or keep them as pets who are of the same alignment. The greatest threat of a Displacer Beast is that they can bend light so you are never sure just exactly where they are. A normal sized Displacer Beast is usually around nine feet long and can weigh half a ton, although some can be larger or smaller. Even though they are not exactly intelligent creatures they do have intelligence above the normal animal." Hermione explained.
"That would explain why several seasoned hunters have been taken out by this beast." Sam said.
"Exactly." Hermione replied, nodding her head.
"Okay, so how do we get rid of it? Do we kill it, send it back to its realm, what?" Dean wondered aloud, having no clue how to go about any of the above. Normally, killing something wasn't a problem but how to kill something that misleads where they are at?
Harry cleared his throat and explained how he and Draco dealt with the one they had encountered.
"When we came upon the Displacer Beast while tracking a small band of DeathEaters, it almost got us. It was only our quick reflexes that saved our lives." He said, looking over to Draco who was nodding his head.
"We had managed to set wards around the cave it had decided to commandeer to keep it from harming anyone. It was then we got our first real look at it. We were disillusioned but the "cat" seemed to sense us there. After that, we talked with 'Mione, to see if she had come across such an animal in any of her research. She told us then what she just told you along with its description." Harry paused.
"I haven't gotten around to that part just yet." Hermione said.
Draco took over then. "It looks a lot like a huge panther with blackish blue fur and a horned tentacle coming out of each shoulder and has six legs. It was intimidating to come across even with all the creatures and beings we have in the wizarding world. After 'Mione got back with us, we knew we would have to be creative in our handling of this creature. We really didn't want to kill it unless we had to. It didn't belong here and we would rather send it back to its natural realm instead. However, there was no known ritual or spell to do such a thing. Good thing we have an awesome spell creator on our team." Draco said, looking towards Hermione.
Seeing Hermione blush, all of the men smirked at her.
"Alright, alright, moving on now." Hermione blushed and shook her head at them. "Yes, I created a spell and ritual to send the beast back home but it's not an easy thing to do."
"Well, missy, if it were easy we wouldn't need you, would we?" Bobby told her with a smile.
For the next several hours, the group worked together to create a plan and iron out the details. Harry and Draco would go to the creature's lair to mark and ward the boundary around it with the same ones they used before. Sam and Dean would perform the ritual while Hermione and Bobby would be distractions, hoping to keep the beast's attention off the others. Hermione would disillusion her and Bobby since the beast would only sense their presence, not see them to attack directly. Bobby would make noises around the warded area while Hermione would use magic to do other distractions.
With a plan figured out, the group decided to go the next morning to the last sighting of the beast. When Harry pulled a basket out of his pocket and enlarged it on the kitchen table, everyone groaned at the smells wafting from it.
"You visited Molly before coming here didn't you?" Hermione asked, smiling widely and bouncing on her toes.
"Of course I did." Harry said, smiling right back at her. "I wasn't sure how long everything would take and didn't know if there would be enough to feed us all if we stayed over. So, I floo'ed to the Burrow and asked if Molly would mind whipping something up to feed six. She was delighted to help out and sends her love to you." Harry finished.
"Oh bless you! It smells wonderful." Dean commented, inhaling deeply with a smile.
When Harry started pulling dishes out of the basket and enlarging the table, Bobby, Sam and Dean's eyes widened; magic really did come in handy for many things.
"How was she able to do all this food in such a short time?" Sam asked, eyeing the dozen or so dishes Harry was enlarging.
Chuckling, Draco answered, "Oh this is nothing for her. Her brood consists now of about fifteen adults and a handful of kids. She's used to making large meals quickly and she's a very good cook. That witch is a master in the kitchen."
Harry grinned at Draco and told him he was going to tell Molly about his compliment. Draco just shrugged and looked away.
As everyone sat down, appreciative smiles were seen all around. Bobby, Dean and Sam made sounds of pleasure as they dug into the food. It was a wonderfully tasting home cooked meal. There were even leftovers after the group finished. After complimenting this Molly again, Dean saw Harry reach again into the basket and pull several things out.
"What else do you have in that thing?" Sam asked, noticing Harry's movements as well.
"This, my dear gents, is Molly's excellent apple pie, chocolate biscuits and red velvet cake. The woman goes above and beyond in the kitchen. She has no clue how to do small. Give her an hour and you get the feast we just enjoyed, just imagine what her Sunday dinners are like when she has all day to prepare!" Harry chuckled, seeing the looks on their faces. When everyone had a cup of coffee or tea and their choice of dessert, they enjoyed the tasty treats.
"Would you be good enough to pass on our sincere thanks and appreciation to this Molly? I haven't enjoyed a meal that good in a very long time." Bobby asked. Harry nodded his head and said she would love to hear how her food had satisfied them all.
When sleeping arrangements were made, everyone parted ways. The next day would be a long one. As Hermione was bending over to grab her purse, Dean caught Draco watching her with an appreciative look and scowled.
"So…you and Hermione?" Dean asked with slightly narrowed eyes.
"Relax Dean. Hermione and I are just friends now. Yeah, at one time we were 'friends with benefits' but that ended when I met and became involved with the witch I'm now engaged to. Now we are just good friends. Yes, we have a rather interesting history together but you have nothing to worry about from me. I may look but she's not mine to touch anymore. One, I'm engaged to a beautiful, sexy and wonderful witch and two, she has eyes only for you. I would never tread on another man's territory, so to speak." Draco told Dean with a genuine smile on his face.
"Yeah? That's good to know. I don't mind you looking so long as that's all you do." Dean said, making sure to keep eye contact with Draco while widening his stance a bit.
"How can anyone not look?" Draco asked then added, "I may be engaged but I'm not dead and she is one sexy, vibrant and excellent witch."
"Yes, yes she is." Dean responded quietly while watching Hermione interact with Harry. He knew her and Harry were more like siblings than anything else so he hadn't felt any need to question the way they were towards each other. Draco on the other hand, he had been worried about but was glad to hear it was for naught.
As Hermione and Dean passed each other in the hall, neither could resist brushing up against the other. When they both paused at the same time, their breathing sped up. Hermione reached her hand up to cup Dean's face while Dean carded his fingers through her hair. Just before anything more could happen they heard someone coming up the stairs.
Dean leaned in and quietly said, "When this is over, you're mine, Hermione." Feeling her shiver, Dean stepped back and went to his room. Closing the door behind him, Dean leaned against it to calm his breathing. When Sam walked out of the adjoining bathroom, he looked over at his brother and shook his head with a smile. Whether either one of them knew it or not, Sam could see them falling for each other and couldn't be happier for his brother.
Crawling into bed, Sam threw his pillow at Dean and told him to go shower. Dean tossed the pillow back at his brother calling him a bitch with a chuckle and left to get ready for bed.
The next morning everyone rose and enjoyed a nice English breakfast, compliments of Molly. She had sent it via portkey. Making sure all of them had a hearty meal to start their day off with. After eating and getting what they needed gathered, everyone headed out the door. Sam rode with Bobby while Harry, Draco and Hermione rode with Dean. The drive to the Displacer Beast's last sighting was roughly an hour and a half.
They pulled their vehicles next to a small shack just outside of the creature's range. Once the engines were shut off, only Harry and Draco got out. They needed to circle the area on their brooms to see where they needed to set up the wards and mark the boundaries. Once up in the air, it didn't take them long to map out the area, using Hermione's blue bell lights to mark the perimeter for the others to see. When they landed, Harry and Draco each took a half to ward. Hermione disillusioned her and Bobby and they started their part, causing all sorts of distractions to occupy the creature, pulling it in a different direction when it got too close to someone. After Harry and Draco were done, they circled back to meet with Dean and Sam, to make sure they didn't need any assistance or have any questions about the ritual. Fortunately, the brothers were used to performing such things had everything under control.
When they reached the pivotal point in the ritual, Harry and Draco made a small break in the wards for the magic of the ritual to pass through. As Dean and Sam said the last part, the Displacer Beast zeroed in on them and lunged in their direction just as the magic took hold. The beast paused mid-lunge and looked around. It blinked in and out of existence a few times before disappearing completely. Once it was gone, Harry, Draco and Hermione cast spells to verify that it was indeed no longer in the area.
Letting out sighs of relief, the group gathered around the vehicles.
"Well, it would be nice if all our hunts went this smoothly." Sam commented with a smile.
"Yeah, this was a welcomed change." Bobby added.
"Now it's time to go home and enjoy a job well done." Dean said, keeping Hermione in his line of sight.
"Well, it was great working with you all and I'm really glad this went as smoothly as it did. Now, if you'll excuse us, we need to get back to England and file our reports." Draco said and Harry agreed. "Yeah, as much fun as this was, I'm ready to get home."
"Do you need a ride anywhere?" Bobby asked the two wizards.
"No but thanks, we have a portkey ready to be activated." Harry told them, holding up a tattered piece of rope as he walked over to Hermione and gave her a hug while whispering, "Take it easy on him 'Moine. You don't want to break him too quickly."
Hermione squeezed Harry tightly and chuckled. "Don't worry Harry, I'll be nice the first time." When they separated, Draco whisked her up into a bear hug and quietly told her to make sure she "rode him hard and put him away wet", making her blush. When Draco set her down he laughed softly at her embarrassment as he walked over to Harry. After activating the portkey the two wizards had enough time to nod their heads at the group before disappearing.
"Well, mind if I ride back with you Bobby?" Sam asked as he winked at Dean.
"Yeah, if ya want. See you two back at the house." Bobby said as he walked around to climb into the cab.
When the dust had settled, Dean pushed Hermione into the wall and kissed her hard. He had waited long enough and the teasing they had been doing to each other was done. He let his hands roam her body as he deepened the kiss, making them both moan. Dean slid his knee between her legs and pushed up against her heated core. Hermione responded by grinding down on his thigh. His kiss alone had pushed her almost to the edge and when she started grinding against him, she tipped over quickly.
She ran her hands down to his ass and pulled him closer to her while squeezing. Dean groaned and reciprocated the move while rubbing his erection against her. When they had to break for air, Dean gave her a heated look that had Hermione shivering. Then she placed her hand on his chest and gently pushed him back so she could walk to his car. With Harry and Draco portkeying back to England and Sam riding back with Bobby, it was just the two of them and the Impala.
Hermione watched Dean slide behind the wheel with heated eyes. She wanted him so badly she couldn't think straight. After driving for about twenty minutes, Dean found a dirt road and pulled off. He didn't want to wait an hour and a half until they got back to Bobby's to have his witch. Watching her in action had turned him on and when the battle had been done, had left him with one hell of a hard on. As he was pulling far enough off the road for them to not be noticed, he watched Hermione climb into the backseat.
When Dean shut the car off and stepped out, he did a quick assessment of the area, making sure nothing or no one would interrupt them or cause any trouble. Sensing they were all alone, he opened the back door and froze. Hermione was already naked and had started pleasuring herself. Dean watched for a few minutes as she teased her clit and pinched her nipples. He couldn't believe how erotic the scene before him was. Her body was sexy as hell to look upon with a fine sheen of sweat forming, making her glisten. When her eyes opened and shifted to catch his, Dean was broken from his trance and stepped into the car. He smirked at her when he realized his clothes had disappeared upon entering.
Hermione continued to pleasure herself as Dean moved to kneel between her spread legs. He watched her until she crested then he leaned in and kissed her passionately. His hands roamed her curves until they had to break for air then he kissed his way down her neck to her breasts. As he nibbled, sucked and licked one his hands were busy mapping what they could. When he switched to the other breast, Hermione arched her back and moaned. After giving each breast proper attention, Dean kissed his way down to the treasure on display for him.
He took a deep breath, inhaling her scent, and swiped his tongue from slit to clit. Hermione shuddered and grasped his head, holding him where she desperately wanted him. As Dean began to feast upon her, Hermione couldn't hold back her moans and mewls. When she heard his responding groans and growls, Hermione pushed her pelvis more towards his eager mouth. Just when she thought she couldn't take much more, Dean sucked her nub into his mouth, continuing to suck on it until she fell over the precipice.
Hermione pulled Dean up and kissed him with unbridled passion. He returned the kiss as he lined his shaft up to her entrance. In one strong thrust, he was buried fully within her heat. She was so hot and wet, he nearly lost his load right then. Managing to regain his composure, Dean slid her hips to the edge of the seat and started thrusting at a quick pace. When Hermione spread her legs as far as they would go, trying to get Dean as deep as she could, she felt her muscles start to tighten and after a few more powerful thrusts, Hermione fell over the cliff into bliss.
She felt Dean's thrusts continue through her orgasm, prolonging the delicious feelings. She whimpered when she felt him pull out of her only to groan when he flipped her to her knees and in one fluid motion, Dean was buried once again inside her. In this position though, Dean made her moan deeply at his slow pace. When he slipped out after a few strokes, Hermione glanced behind her. When he winked at her and then slid his shaft up through her folds to stroke her clit, Hermione pushed back into him and mewled her pleasure.
After feeling the head of his cock stroke her clit several times, Hermione reached her hand down and added pressure to the head causing the contact to her clit to become more pleasurable and pushing her to orgasm quicker. She loved the feel of him stimulating her this way and knew she would utilize this move often. Fingers, lips and tongue felt amazing but so did the head of his shaft stroking her. While her body was coming down from her orgasm, Hermione felt Dean slide back in and start thrusting with a slow but powerful thrust. It felt heavenly. She usually didn't care for slow but, right now, it was a wonderful torture slowing stoking her passion towards another release. As Dean started increasing his pace, Hermione braced her hands at the top of the seat and pushed back, allowing him to pound into her.
Dean gripped her hips and gave in to the temptation to pound her into oblivion. He couldn't believe how hard she made him and how mind blowing her channel felt. She gripped him like a glove; a velvety, molten heaven he wanted to savor. It was this feeling that had him changing paces several times. He loved the sounds she made and the way her walls would grip him. Dean saw her place her hands on top of the seat and gave in to what she wanted.
There was one more position Dean wanted to feel with her before he came, so he pulled out of her and smoothly slid around her to sit on the seat while lifting her leg to drape over his lap. When Hermione lowered herself down onto him, both moaned. It felt wonderful to feel each other chest to chest with hands free to roam the other's body. Then she started rocking her hips while her nimble fingers tweaked his nipples. Dean growled and gripped her hips to help her rock against him. The friction was maddening and soon Hermione found herself bouncing on his erection.
Dean assisted her by pulling her down hard while bucking up into her, trying to get the deepest penetration he could. She felt so damn good that it didn't take long before he felt her walls tighten around him and start milking his orgasm from him. His world exploded as he felt her shudder in his arms and keen her release.
As Hermione felt herself returning to the present, she couldn't stop the sated smile that bloomed on her face. She had had several lovers but none compared to Dean. He was amazing and it blew her away how much he could stoke her passion. The chemistry between them was off the charts and she was glad he hadn't waited until they reached Bobby's for them to come together. She wasn't sure she would have remembered to silence the room, he distracted her that much.
When Dean finally came down from his high, he tightened his arms around Hermione and took a few moments to enjoy feeling her in his arms. It had been a trying, in a good way, past few days. With the beast finally banished back to its true realm and finally being able to act on the sizzling desire between them, Dean smiled a contented smile. At the moment, life was good.
AN: The Displacer Beast I took from Forgotten Realms. I liked the overall look and feel of this creature and thought it would be something Hermione would have read about. Poetic license if you will.
The definition of lawful evil I got from google.