Hermione stared at him, awestruck. She never imagined him to be so straight forward with her. It took Ron years to admit he even wanted to be with her at all. They had only known each other for a few weeks, and he was already telling her he wanted her…and only her.

"What?" she asked, just making sure she heard him right.

He walked over to the bed, and knelt down onto his knees in front of her. "I want to be with you. It's crazy this connection I feel with you, and it's not because of some misplaced notion of fate or whatever. I've felt it since we met, and I didn't want to do anything about it, because I didn't want to think I was just replacing my brother with you. That's not fair to you. But, as the weeks have gone by, I've realized that that's not what this is at all. I like you for you. I like spending time with you, I like talking to you, I like driving around the country with you."

"Sam, I feel the same way," Hermione said, quietly. "I've felt a connection with you almost immediately. And spending time with you, I feel like I can be myself. I don't have to tone down my excitement for a good book, I don't have to lower the register of my vocabulary, and I don't have to be embarrassed if I don't know something. And you're right. I was also afraid to act on anything right away. My husband just left me. I don't want you to be a rebound."

Sam nodded. "Yeah, I understand. We don't have to get serious or anything right now. I just want you to know, that I'm not going to be sleeping with anyone else. Or looking at anyone else."

Hermione smiled. "Well, that goes for me as well. And I do think we need to take things one step at a time. I really don't want this to fizzle out and be a rebound. I want this to be something."

"Me too," Sam said, quietly. He leaned forward, closing the small gap between the two of them, capturing her lips with his. Hermione threw herself into the kiss, reveling in the feel of his mouth moving against hers. It was different than the first kiss they shared. This time it wasn't a rushed, spur of the moment decision. This was passionate and full of promises of things to come.

They pulled apart.

"We need to stop if we're going to take things slow," Sam said.

Hermione nodded. "Yeah, that would be for the best."

They pulled apart, and Sam moved to sit on the bed opposite her.

"So, what exactly did Ruby say?" Hermione asked.

"She said that my powers will allow me to exorcise demons without hurting the vessels. So I would be ganking demons, but saving people. She mentioned that demon blood would make me stronger."

"Where would we get demon blood?" Hermione asked.

Sam shrugged. "I don't know. She was offering up hers, obviously. We'll just have to research."

Hermione smiled. "You are speaking my language," she said with a laugh. "Okay, so we research. We have all of those books we took from Bobby's. So, do we just, um, find demons and practice your exorcism skills?

Sam shrugged. "I guess? I mean, since the gates to Hell were blasted open, it's not like there's a shortage of them. But, I don't want to make this about that. We still need to find Malfoy and Dolohov."

"And we will, but you've seen how shitty our intel has been. They've been one step ahead of us. What if we focus on this for a bit, and then we can pick up the fugitives as we get tips?"

Sam looked at her, in awe. "You would do this for me?"

"Of course," she said, without hesitation.

Sam smiled, and shook his head. "Okay, let's do this. Where should we start?"

"Well, we should definitely start with trying out your powers and seeing if you can do this without actually ingesting demon blood. And then we'll read up on what demon blood does when ingested, so we can see if we even want to try and get our hands on any."

"That's a good idea. Because I've never had to ingest demon blood before to make my powers work. They've just sort of happened. I've actually never really had much control over them."

"Okay, so let's start there. Let's focus on controlling your powers first, and then we can focus on seeing what we can do to enhance them."

"Did we just make a plan in like two minutes?" Sam asked with a smile.

"We did," Hermione said, returning his smile.

"We make a good team," Sam said.

"We do."

SUPERPOTTER

The Impala sped down the highway, the car filled with only the sound of Hermione turning pages in the book she was reading, and yet, Sam couldn't have been happier. They had gotten used to driving in silence since that first ride from Bobby's. As the weeks had gone by, the car filled with conversation as the two began to get to know each other better, but he still hadn't had the courage to turn on the music. He knew the second he turned it on, Bon Jovi would fill the car, and he would be reminded of Dean's last day on Earth.

He looked over at Hermione. She was flipping through a book on demon lore they had picked up from Bobby and cross referencing it with one of the books she had from the magical world. She was working so hard to figure out what they could do to help him. They were currently following a lead toward some known demon activity to see if they could bag themselves a demon to practice exorcising it so they could have a baseline.

"Fuck," Hermione exclaimed from the seat next to him.

"What?" Sam asked, trying to keep his eyes on the road.

"You are not going to ingest any demon blood, ever," Hermione declared.

"Why?"

Hermione began reading from the book, "While ingesting demon blood has been known to give the person ingesting it enhanced abilities, it is highly addictive and the user will develop a dependence of it."

"Shit," Sam said. "Yeah, no ingesting demon blood. And fuck Ruby. She probably knew all of this, and she insisted it was the only way for me to use my powers to defeat Lilith."

"She was probably hoping you would be desperate enough to get revenge for Dean you would be willing to do anything. And then she would get you addicted to her blood…"

"Fuck!" Sam exclaimed. "We can't trust her. We can't have her coming around us. I always felt she was on our side, but now, I don't know. And I've never been so thankful that you came around when you did, because if I had never met you, and she had approached me? I would have jumped at any chance to get revenge on Lilith, not even thinking about the consequences."

"I'm glad I came when I did, too. Reading the side effects of ingesting demon blood, and one of them is loss of humanity. The more you ingest, the closer you start resembling a demon. You would have lost yourself in the quest of revenge."

Sam reached across the seat, grabbing onto Hermione's hand, lacing his fingers through her, gripping it tight. They didn't say anything else, they were both thinking the same thing. If she hadn't come to MACUSA about the missing Death Eaters, and they hadn't paired her up with him, he would be lost by now.

SUPERPOTTER

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Hermione asked from her place behind the steering wheel of the Impala.

"Of course!" Sam replied from the passenger seat. "You said you wanted to learn how to drive, and I can't think of a better time or place."

They were on their way back to Bobby's house. In the past two weeks they had captured a total of four demons. Sam had managed to successfully exorcise one. And even that was lucky. His powers gave him intense headaches and nosebleeds. They were beginning to see why Ruby had insisted that he use demon's blood to strengthen him. He was struggling to exorcise low rate demons, what was he going to do when he encountered Lilith? There's no way he would be able to go up against her.

That's when Hermione found a substitute in one of her potions books. There was a strengthening potion that they were going to try and see if that would help him. The problem was it took a few days to brew, so they were going to head back to Bobby's house to regroup, and then they would find another demon and try it out. It was the only thing they could think of. After learning about the side effects of drinking demon's blood, there was no way they were going to do that.

"Okay, so what do I need to do?" Hermione asked, her nerves showing through her voice.

Sam turned toward her. "Okay, so is your right foot on the brake?"

Hermione nodded.

"Great, so turn the key," she did, "shift the car into drive," she did, "slowly take your foot off the brake, and put it on the gas." She did as he said, and the car slowly started making its way down the abandoned two way highway Sam had found for them. It was just about sunset, and the road probably wouldn't see anymore traffic now that typical rush hour was over. So, Sam had pulled the car over and made Hermione get into the driver's seat. It was time for her to learn. And…she was doing very well.

"Holy, shit," she said, laughing loudly, her smile wide. "I'm actually driving!"

Sam let out an excited whoop, and moved his eyes to the road. They weren't moving very quickly, but she was driving steadily forward, staying in their lane. He turned back to look at Hermione, and she was staring at the road in front of her, not daring to take her eyes off of it. Her hands gripping the steering wheel like it was her job. Sam couldn't remember being this happy in a long time. He leaned over and switched on the radio, Bon Jovi's "Dead or Alive" blasted out of the the radio. And the only feeling he felt was joy as Hermione got a boost of confidence and sped them down the highway.

SUPERPOTTER

Hermione pulled the car to the side of the road. She had driven for the last hour. It was exhilarating. Sam even turned on the radio and they sang along to some classic rock songs as they sped down the highway. It was…magical. And that's coming from someone who had spent the last nearly twenty years in a world with real magic. She put the car in park, and shut down the engine before shifting in her seat to look at Sam.

He was looking at her with a look with such pride and he looked so…happy, that she just couldn't help what she did next. She practically leapt across the seat, moving so that she was in Sam's lap, straddling him. She didn't wait until she was kissing him.

Sam was caught off guard for a split second before he was returning the kiss, just as fervently. He brought his arms up, wrapping them around her waist, pulling her body tightly against his. Up until this point, they had been so careful to take things slowly. Not moving much past some kissing and a little making out in the motel rooms they were staying in. But hermione was ready. She knew that this man wasn't merely a rebound. There were some real feelings there.

Hermione pulled away from the kiss to catch her breath, and Sam trailed his mouth down the column of her neck. His hands began to move up and down the column of her spine until they reached her ass, gripping her cheeks tightly, pressing her down onto his growing arousal. She couldn't contain her moan as she felt his heat against hers.

Her moan must have encouraged him because he became much braver. His beard scratching against her skin as he moved back up to capture her mouth, one of his hands making its way up the back of her shirt, making contact with her skin. The skin to skin contact was euphoric. She reached between them and began unbuttoning his shirt. It didn't take long for her to master all of the buttons and she ran her hands up his sculpted chest.

Sam broke away from her neck long enough to pull her shirt over her head and toss it into the driver's seat. In the growing twilight around them, she watched as Sam took her in for the first time. She began to deflate a little when she noticed Sam's gaze immediately lock in on the scar that ran across her chest. Self conscious, Hermione brought her hands up and covered her chest.

Sam gave her a soft smile before removing her hands, and leaning forward placing a kiss along the scar, as he moved his hands behind her, unhooking her bra in the process. Sam continued to trail his mouth along her scar until she he reached her breast and began suckling on her nipple sending pleasure through her body, causing her hips to undulate against Sam's. As she moved against his erection, Sam threw his head back and sighed in pleasure.

"Should we, um, move to the backseat?" Sam asked, his voice coming out in pants.

Hermione nodded enthusiastically before climbing off of Sam and over the seats into the back of the car, immediately beginning to shed her shorts as soon as she landed. She heard Sam laugh, as he moved around the front and removed his denims before climbing into the back with her. Albeit having a little bit more difficult of time since he was a foot taller than her. Laughing together, Hermione couldn't remember a time when she was so happy with a partner. Things like this were never this way with Ron. If they were naked and she were laughing he would have thought she was laughing at him. Sam was laughing right along with her, wrapping her up in his long arms, pulling her toward him, pressing her body close to his.

Embracing him, she felt relaxed, and happy, and…in love? No, it was too early to be in love. But it was something along the path to that direction. Being in his arms felt so right. She sighed, and laid her head on his shoulder, feeling his soft, warm skin against her cheek. She looked up at him, and saw him looking down at her, totally serious, but a certain softness in his eyes. Sobered, she leaned up, capturing his mouth with hers. The kiss, less frantic than before heated up, and Hermione could feel Sam leaning her back so that they were laying across the bench seat, which was surprisingly accommodating to Sam's large stature.

Sam deepened the kiss, running his hands down her body until he met her center. Finding that she was more than ready, he circled around her clit a couple times before moving his hand and moving his body between her legs. He entered her in one stroke. As they moved together, Hermione lost herself in the sensations. The feeling of a body pressed against hers. The closeness this signified. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him even closer to her. Pressing together skin to skin, she lost herself in everything. It wasn't long before she could feel her climax coming, and based on the ragged breathing of the man above her, he wasn't too far behind her. Sam shifted and he began entering her and hitting her at just the right angle. Then it wasn't long before she was falling over the edge. She held on tight to Sam's shoulders as she rode out her orgasm, relishing in the feeling. Sam's thrusts became more erratic, and with a grunt, he, too, came, spilling his seed inside her.

They were still for a few minutes, the only sound in the car the sound of their breathing. Eventually Sam shifted them so that he was laying on the bench seat, and she was sprawled on top of him. She rested her head on his chest and closed her eyes as he ran his hand up and down her spine.

"What does 'Mudblood' mean?" Sam asked quietly, breaking the silence in the car.

She looked down and noticed her left arm was exposed and the scar was facing him. "Dirty blood. It's a derogatory term used against people like me who were born to Muggle parents."

"Did you get that when you were…"

Hermione nodded. "Yeah."

"Was it Malfoy?"

She shook her head. "No, it was his deranged sister-in-law. He stood by and watched it happen though. On his drawing room floor."

"Fucking bastard. Why does it look like it's not healed?"

"She used a cursed blade. I have to use special potions on it every morning to make it look like this, otherwise it doesn't look like its healed at all."

Sam tightened his arms around Hermione, holding her tightly against his body. She felt the comforting feeling of his beard scratch against her skin as he placed a kiss on her forehead. "We'll catch that bastard, I promise."

Hermione snuggled in against his chest, and nodded her head against him. It was nice to have someone in her corner again.