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Chapter 2

As Hermione leaned back in her chair and rubbed her eyes she realized it had been a while since she had seen the boys. She couldn't help but smile when she thought of them. Dean and Sam Winchester. Their first meeting was not quite what she expected but fortunately Kingsley, the Minister for Magic, had debriefed her on the Winchester brothers before she had left. He hadn't been wrong!

They were larger than life to her. She had what Kings had told her but still the debriefing hadn't really prepared her for in person. The way they handled themselves dealing with that ghost was impressive to Hermione.

When she had learned of Hunters, she hadn't really known what to think or how to feel. Then she thought on the research she had done. They were a secretive bunch but not quite to the wizarding world's level…thank goodness. It took some digging but she had finally found a few sources that were like hitting pay dirt. She had learned that most Hunters shot first then asked questions later, especially something or someone they didn't understand. She also found out some of the things they hunted. Oh my! She thought the wizarding world had some strange, wonderful, dangerous, powerful and amazing beings and creatures but apparently so did the Hunters' world. They called what they encountered as supernatural and most, from her digging, were not nice beings or creatures. Most of what got hunted was evil, hands down.

She was a bit surprised that they had "witches" too. She thought of them as imposters. They couldn't really do true magic and what these "witches" could do was evil. Hermione knew that when she was finally sent on a mission that she would have to be on high alert. She would have to prove her innocence in whoever's eyes before she would be able to do anything else. She just knew that the only word any Hunter would hear would be 'witch' and then her life would be on the line and she had been right.

Except, it hadn't been right away. She had apparated to the designated spot only to find a battle between a ghost and a very good looking man in progress. He was head and shoulders taller than her with close cropped dark hair and a nice body. She had had only a moment to appreciate him before the ghost had spotted her, then it was game on. She knew she had startled the man by her appearance so she decided to distract the ghost who was, it seemed, getting the upper hand. So she had shot a few spells at the female ghost and threw a shield up for her and the mystery stranger in time to avoid a boatload of books slamming into them. How rude!

She knew it was partly her fault for the Hunter becoming more vulnerable to the ghost's antics by just showing up as she had, hence the shield for them both. She had been able to check him out a few moments without being noticed by the ghost but he hadn't been able to really see or check her out. So she took the heat from him. It was actually really weird fighting a ghost after going to school at Hogwarts but she knew, from various researching through the years, that not all ghosts were like those. Hermione realized the Hunter's name was Dean from the photos Kings had provided but wondered where his brother, Sam, was at. Then she had watched as the ghost let out a horrifying screech and then just disappeared.

When the fighting was done and the ghost gone, Hermione walked outside of the house with Dean and found Sam loading the back of an Impala. She had to admit; the car fit the brothers and was a beauty. When Dean had turned to her to inquire who she was and where she had come from, Hermione had smiled and only told them her name before disapparating back to the safe house and flooing home.

Thinking back to that first meeting, Hermione wasn't surprised by the aura the boys had about them. They were seasoned Hunters that, she was sure, had seen way too much. From what the file had said, and it was a thick file, they had been hunting all their lives. Well, Dean had, Sam had done some before trying to walk away to attend college; sad that he lost his girlfriend and was pulled back into the "family" business. From what she had learned, he had had a promising thing at college and would have done well if he had been allowed to finish; strange how Fate throws curve balls in the path of life.

On her third meeting of the Winchester brothers, Hermione had told them she was a witch and had been prepared for their reactions. She had thrown up her most powerful shield spell and breathed a sigh of relief when neither of the boys could get to her or cause her harm. She had disarmed them and then stuck their feet to the ground while silencing them so she could explain what exactly she was. They were surprised, of course, and it took a bit of time for them to calm down. Surprisingly, Dean and Sam had calmed quicker than she thought it would take. Sam seemed more logical about things and Dean had said, sheepishly, he had seen her in action and between them they realized she wasn't a demon ass-kisser and she meant them no harm.

Hermione had "popped" (Dean's choice word) in on the boys quite a few times over the past two years and had assisted when she could. They had asked her about her world and she would allow, most times, only a question or two. However, there were times when they had time and she would tell one or both more of her world. She would never forget the looks on their faces when she described the Second Wizarding War. She hadn't gone into great detail but told enough so they could understand what all went on. Dean had commented that he had thought her a soldier of some kind when she first appeared and was sad that he was right.

After thinking over several more memories of helping on various hunts, Hermione's thoughts went to the last mission she had helped Dean and Sam with. Some stupid dunderheaded teenagers had gotten ahold of a very dangerous and deadly artifact, one that actually belonged in the wizarding world. It had been cursed centuries ago by a spurned woman. The woman's fiancé had broken the betrothal contract just days before the wedding for a younger chit, so the woman had taken revenge by cursing a family heirloom of the man's. Anytime he wished for something better or more than what he had, the curse would cause harm to him; well, that was what it was supposed to do. However, the artifact took life instead. Hermione wasn't sure how this item had gotten into the muggle world but somewhere through time it had.

She had wanted to just stun and Obliviate them all and take it but it wasn't that simple. Kingsley had told her to keep any exposure down to an absolute minimum. The teenagers had kept the artifact out of clear line of sight so she had had to wait and work with the boys to retrieve it. She hadn't minded really. They were fun to be around. Hermione found bantering with both of them quite easy and fun to do and somewhere along the line her bantering had turned flirtatious where Dean was concerned. She couldn't help it though. The man was just downright delicious and sinful.

He was built but not overly so. He had an intelligence that he liked to hide; although most wouldn't see it, she had. He was incredibly street smart and she had learned quickly to trust his instincts as much as her own, especially in this world…his world. His eyes were mesmerizing to her. She found she could stare at him and never tire of it. Then, add his voice, especially when he was being flirty or seductive…oh man, she had to consciously keep herself from swooning! And don't even get her started on his smile! He had different smiles, anywhere from a smirk to a genuine smile with varying degrees in between and all could be lethal! When you put all this together in a single package…yeah, she was in bloody trouble.

Then there was the kiss. Wow! She had heard from her girlfriends about a kiss "knocking your socks off" but she had yet to experience it herself…until Dean. They had been forced to duck for cover and the space wasn't very large. Hermione had been twisting around to try to get more comfortable when she had, literally, fallen into Dean's lap. Of course, the atmosphere around them had been sexually charged for some time and this so did not help matters. Sitting in Dean's lap had an arousing effect on Hermione. She now knew, without a doubt, the strength of Dean's body. He was warm and strong and smelt so good, all she could do was stare at him. Well, that was until his hand ventured into her curls to pull her closer. She had been helpless to stop it, not that she wanted to.

When their lips had met, there had been sparks off the charts. She was momentarily stunned but quickly regained her equilibrium and returned his kiss with enthusiasm. It took all her willpower to not moan or grind against Dean. She had wanted to so badly, it had almost hurt. When the kiss had ended, they realized, after a moment to regain themselves, that now wasn't the time. Then after the hunt was done, Hermione didn't have time to explore anything else. She had to return home and give the cursed artifact to the Unspeakables to do whatever with.

However, that wouldn't mean she wasn't willing to possibly go further the next time she met up with the Winchesters. A smile graced her face as she thought this and she decided to get back to work; she wanted nothing to get in the way when the Ministry sent her to help again.