CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
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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"How are we going to explain the fact I returned to the room without breakfast?" Dean asked, as he stepped out of the quickest shower of his life, Hermione had already showered before him and had busied herself with dressing.
He entered the room with his towel low on his hips and his hair still damp. Hermione waved her wand at him, drying his hair for him and then she summoned his clothing from his room, handing it to him.
He looked her over, he could see that she was wearing three inch black heels, though he couldn't see the rest of her clothing since she wore a long light grey coat that was tied closed and it stopped past the knees. She had her hair in a pony tail, her curls falling down her back and she wore a pair of thick rimmed reading glasses, if it was Sam he would've insulted him with every name under the sun, but he found that she actually suited them and he suddenly had a sexy teacher fantasy flicker through his mind.
"I'll apparate to the diner and pick something up, if you hurry we can both make it to the car in time." She smiled at him and then turned on the spot with her wand in hand, leaving behind a 'crack.' Dean blinked at the empty space where she had once stood, before quickly pulling on his clothing.
He had been tempted to find another pair of red shorts, but he honestly believed that Sam would stick his head down the toilet, and he wasn't sure he would be able to keep up with the insults and jokes Hermione would send his way. Instead they had stopped to purchase a few items of clothing on the way the previous day, and now he was sporting a plain white t-shirt, a white light material tracksuit jacket and the matching shorts which fell above his knees, and he wore trainer socks and a new pair of trainers.
By the time he had finished dressing, Hermione arrived back in the motel room, making him jump in surprise. He caught her looking him over since his clothing was rather form fitting. He gave her a knowing look as he took the coffee she offered him.
She sighed. "Later," she nodded to herself and he found himself agreeing. She found her satchel which she had filled with all of the things she would need, including their references and documentations. "Let's go, we had to leave in fifteen minutes, twenty-five minutes ago."
Together they both left the hotel room, heading down to the Impala where Sam was stood waiting.
"Have a good walk?" Sam asked innocently.
"Yes, thanks, I'll have to do it more often," he eyed Hermione up and she rolled her eyes at them both.
~000~000~000~
Hermione was in her empty classroom, sat at the chair behind the desk and looking out at all of the empty desks before her. She was trying to calm her nerves before the students entered the classroom in five minutes time.
The meeting with the principal had gone perfectly, mainly because Hermione had kept her hand on Dean's thigh and she would dig her nails into his skin every time he was about to say something inappropriate. They had been told of their responsibilities and then given a brief tour of the building, lasting only fifteen minutes, though Hermione had a very good memory and she was sure she would be able to find her way around the school, if not she would ask another staff member or a student.
They had been taken to the staff room to meet with the other teachers, and Hermione had noted that several of the female teachers had eyed up Dean, regardless of the fact that some of them were married. Dean had stayed close by her side, though that was due to some of the male teachers eyeing her up. It was lovely how possessive they were of each other.
Afterwards Hermione had been taken to her classroom and had been left to settle in. And now, the time had come for her to be a teacher. She could do this. She had guest lectured at Hogwarts more than once and she was used to fighting till the death and being surrounded by the press, she could handle a few hormonal teenagers... She hoped.
She jumped in her chair when the bell rang and her classroom door opened, students filing in. She got up from her seat and went over to the board behind her desk. She picked up the dry-erase marker and began to write her name on the board.
When she turned around all seats but two were taken and everyone was staring at her. She noticed that all of the boys suddenly sat up taller as she walked around her desk to stand in front of them. This showed off her black pencil skirt which fell to just below her knees and her white shirt which had long sleeves and the first two buttons undone, which was tucked into the high waist of her skirt. Her eyes flickered over the students, placing them into certain categories.
She noticed the boys wearing letterman jackets and knew they were likely popular, as were three of the girls that were wearing cheerleader uniforms. She noticed the boys and girls that obviously had some wealth, as their clothes looked to be of the highest quality and the best fashion. Then there were the ones that likely faded into the background, they were average looking and had their own groups of friends. She noticed those that would be considered 'nerds' with their glasses and frumpy clothing. She was going off her experiences at Hogwarts and what she remembered. She didn't want to stereotype anyone, but at the minute she had to take things at face value until she learned more about her students.
"Good Morning," she said, gaining their attention, well, technically she gained the attention of the girls since the boys had already been staring at her. Though, she could clearly see they were surprised by her British accent. "As you can likely tell, I am your substitute English teacher and I will be here until Mr. Wellers is well enough to return. My name is Miss. Hart," she gestured to the board behind her where she had written her name. She then picked up some sticky labels from her desk and placed several on each of the front row desks.
"Please take one and pass them along, once that is done, I would like for you to write your name on them so that I may learn your names," she turned and headed back to her desk, taking a seat and waiting for them to do so.
When they had all stuck the sticky labels to their clothing she smiled at them.
"Thank you, now I believe that Mr. Wellers set you a homework assignment, can the person at the back of each row please collect them from each desk in your row and bring them to my desk. And no rotten excuses, believe me, us Brits have used them all, I can guarantee there isn't one I haven't heard of," she said amused, thinking of the many times some of her classmates had used both magical and muggle excuses. Though George's were the best, nothing could top not finishing his Potions assignment because he had been too busy wanking off, she wished she could've been in his class the day he told Snape.
There was a scrape of chairs as they did as she asked and she thanked each of the students as they placed the assignments on the desk. She quickly counted them and knowing how many students she had, she knew some were missing.
"Will those that have not handed in their homework assignment please stand." There was a scrape of chairs and three of the boys wearing letterman jackets stood up, as did one of the cheerleaders and three other students.
"Okay, as I said before, I don't want to hear any excuses and you haven't handed them in, that's fine with me." Noises of surprise filled the room and everyone looked at her stunned, some happy with the news, others not so much. "I am not going to be marking these assignments, Mr. Wellers will do so when he returns, so you better make sure you hand those assignments into me before that happens as I will not be making excuses for you." They nodded in gratefulness and then sat back down in their chairs.
"Right then, since I am not comfortable in butting in on Mr. Wellers set curriculum as I know he has all of his lessons planned out meticulously, instead we will be doing something different until he returns. So, what I would like to work on with you all is your ability to argue something you either agree with or don't, and we all like a good argument, don't we?" She smiled at them, leaning back against her desk.
"I'll tell you all this now to ease some weight off your shoulders. I will not be assigning you any homework assignments unless I believe it is necessary. But I would like you to do some research and to put together a presentation for the coming project, whether it be a power point, a poster or even a pamphlet, but we'll go into details later. Before we get started, I would like to get to know you better, I believe it is important that I remain professional in the classroom, but it is also important that I know my students. If I know something about you, I may be able to include that in my teaching to better engage your attention. For example, I am Miss. Hart, I am originally from London, England and I was born and raised there. I moved here a few years ago and when I'm not working as a teacher, I am visiting my family back home in England, or I go to Romania to visit one of my brothers, since he lives and works there. I love pie and I have been told that I have an unnatural obsession with food." They stared at her in surprise.
"Your turn, let's see, Jordan, would you mind going first?" Everyone turned in their seats to look at the back right corner of the room. The boy in question gulped and stood up, looking around the room nervously and pushing his glasses up his nose.
"What should I say?" He asked, looking down at the desk.
"Anything you wish to," she smiled encouragingly. "Tell us something interesting about yourself," she offered. He shrugged. "Have you lived in the area all your life?"
"Yes," he nodded, though still looking down at the desk.
"Okay, what do your parent's do for a living?"
"My dad's an accountant and my mom works in the local library," he muttered.
There were several snorts and whispers of "nerd," "dork," and "runs in the family."
Hermione frowned. "Let's get one thing clear," her voice rang out in the classroom and they all looked at her. She wasn't smiling, she wasn't glaring either, but it was easy to tell she wasn't happy. "I will treat you as adults, I will treat you all with respect and I will give you some freedom in this classroom, but there is one thing that I will not tolerate and that is bullying. If I hear anyone speak an insult, if I see any threatening behaviour, or if I see something that passes for physical abuse, including the throwing of objects, I will kick you out this classroom and mark you as a non-attendee, I will inform your parents or guardian of why you were asked to leave and I will also assign you a five thousand word essay on why bullying is not tolerated and why and how it has consequences for everyone involved. Is that clear?" There were nods and muttered apologies. "Good. You are my senior class and I expect better behaviour from you. Now, Jordan, what do you like to do in you free time?"
"Read," he mumbled, his face turning pink at her defending him.
"I love to read," she said excitedly, and she hopped up onto the desk, perching on the edge of it and crossing her legs, resting her clasped hands in her lap. "What is your favourite book or series?" She asked intrigued.
"Lord of the Rings," he muttered.
"Really, I loved reading those books growing up, I begged my parents to get them for me for Christmas when I was eight years old. I read the series within three months."
His head finally looked up from the desk, staring at her in surprise, as were all of the other boys.
"Three months?" He choked surprised.
"Yes, I was a bit of a child prodigy," she said sheepishly. "Thank you for sharing that with us, Jordan, you may sit down." He looked relieved and slumped into his seat. "Next, let's see. Blake, would you mind going next?"
The boy wearing the letterman jacket stood up, looking far more confident than Jordan had.
"Tell us about yourself, Blake."
"I'm the quarterback for the football team," he said proudly.
"I'm afraid I have no knowledge of sports, no matter which country I am in," she smiled. "What do you like to do other than football?"
"Hang out with my friends," he shrugged.
"Alright, what's the one thing you can't live without?"
"Bacon," he answered, making everyone laugh and she chuckled at him.
"Good choice, for myself it's pie or bacon cheese burgers. Thank you, Blake. Let's see, Melissa?" The blonde cheerleader stood up. "Tell us about yourself."
"I'm a cheerleader, a flyer," she shrugged.
"Sorry to say, I know nothing about cheerleading either, on the other hand how to eat a full pie by myself..." The students laughed at her and she smiled.
~000~000~000~
Since there was twenty minutes left of the lesson and Hermione had gotten through everything she wished to with her freshman class, she dismissed them for an early lunch. Though she did ask for one of them to show her to the locker rooms were she knew Dean would be. She had the male student check that it was fine for her to enter and she thanked him when he confirmed it was.
She entered the room to see several boys sitting on benches and leaning against lockers, talking and joking around in small groups and they were fully clothed, but it was obvious they had recently showered.
"Miss. Hart?"
She smiled at the teenager, noting that he still had the sticker on his clothing from her lesson.
"Hello, Blake," she greeted.
"What are you doing here?"
"I need to speak with Mr. Chester."
"You know him?"
"I do, we both work for the same agency and have for a few years now, I best catch him before lunch, I'll see you in class tomorrow, and remember to bring your assignment for Mr. Wellers," she reminded and then she nodded at him and his group of friends that were all but drooling and she turned and headed towards the end of the room were the office was located.
Dean was sat at the desk in the office, his feet propped up on the desk and leaning back in his chair while he flipped through the magazine in his hand. She entered the office and shut the door behind her, reaching over to shut the blinds.
When she entered he looked up and he dropped the magazine to the floor, staring at her heatedly.
"Hello, Mr. Chester, how's your morning been?" She asked politely.
"It's about to get a whole lot better," his voice took a husky tone and he stood from his chair.
"I believe it is," she nodded in agreement. "Lunch is in ten minutes and I'm starving." He gawked at her and she stared laughing at him, he had clearly not been expecting her answer. "Did you really think I'd have sex with you? Here? With teenagers surrounding us and the chance of anyone walking in on us at any minute?"
"You can't walk in here looking like that," he waved his hand at her clothing, "And not expect my reaction to it."
"Why? You don't have a sexy teacher fantasy do you?" She arched her brow at him. "Oh Merlin, you do," she said laughing when she saw his eyes darken at the mention of it. "Well, you never know, Mr. Chester, if you behave yourself for the rest of the day, then maybe the fates will be kind to you," she smirked at him. "I actually came here to find out if you've learned anything yet."
He scowled at her and then sat in his seat. She walked over to the desk and leaned against it, standing beside him.
"No, nothing useful at least, I did hear some of them," he nodded towards the door gesturing to the students out there, "Talking of the hot new English teacher though."
"Well, I've also heard my juniors speak of the hot new PE teacher," she replied. "And I haven't learned anything yet either. I'm making an effort to get to know the students in my class so that I can get a better judge of character. I think I'm doing alright so far. I think we should be focusing on the seniors though, there have been five students that have had freak accidents or illnesses and they were all seniors."
He nodded in agreement.
"So, I've never been to an American High School before, how's the cafeteria food?" She asked him.
"Depends on the school, some schools I attended their food was awful and others weren't that bad," he shrugged.
"I hope the food here is good, otherwise I'm digging through my supplies and making lunch for us tomorrow." He looked at her amused. "What? You've seen what I'm like when I'm hungry. By the time it got to half ten I was starving and I couldn't just magically whip up a snack, now could I?"
"I stand by my words; I have never seen anyone eat as much as you, man or woman."
"You better not be calling me fat," she scowled at him.
He chuckled at her, reaching out to pull at her hips so that she fell into his lap and he wrapped his arms around her as her scowl never left her face.
"I'm not calling you fat. We need to get food into you, you're cranky and we don't want you to scare the kids half to death," he said amused.
"Very funny," she muttered.
"I think I'm hilarious," he replied. "Now, kiss me and we can get you fed."
"Are you going to be able to control yourself?"
"Are you?" He shot back with a smirk.
She rolled her eyes at him but gave him a kiss. His hand moved to the back of her neck to keep her to him since she had tried to end the kiss far too early for his liking. He parted her lips with a nip to her bottom lip and then slipped his tongue into her mouth. When his brushed against hers she moaned into his mouth and her hands found their way into his hair.
One of his hands slid down her body and the moment he began to massage at her clothed breast, she pulled back from him, managing to gain her bearings.
"That's not behaving, Mr. Chester," she scolded.
"It was for me," he pointed out and she actually believed him, by this point she knew him quite well to know that was true.
The bell suddenly rang signalling the start of lunch.
"It's about time, I'm starving," she complained and he chuckled at her.
She stood up, straightening out her skirt and shirt and pushing some fallen curls behind her ears. He stood up and ruffled his hair trying to get it to fall back into place to hide the fact Hermione had ran her hands through it.
"Come on then, let's get you fed, you might be more persuadable to my charm afterwards."
"And to think, I was actually thinking of succumbing to charms later this evening," she huffed and then walked out of the office, leaving Dean staring after her. He shook his head and followed her out, stopping when he saw that all of the students were still there and currently staring at them both.
"What were you doing in there, Miss. Hart?" A voice teased.
"Going over our contracts for our time here, we have to make sure we are being given the correct terms and we're not being swindled out of any rights we have as a member of staff here, even if we are temporary."
Her answer bored them.
"You should be having lunch, go," Dean said with narrowed eyes, picking up the whistle that hung around his neck and giving it a blow, pointing to the door. The students dispersed, leaving them alone. "The whistle makes me their God," he said smugly.
She sighed and reached up to slap him on the back of the head.
"Ow! What was that for?" He demanded, scowling at her.
"I now owe Sam one hundred dollars, he bet me that you would say that whilst on this case. You didn't even last half a day," she said, before storming away him.