CHAPTER THIRTY-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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Sam drove them back to the motel since Hermione and Dean had both had more to drink, though they weren't exactly drunk so they should be hangover free the next morning. They stepped out of the car and headed up the metal staircase to their rooms.
"Why aren't you going with Hermione?" Sam asked as Dean stood next to him waiting for him to open the door, and Hermione was opening her own room beside them.
"I don't know what you mean," Dean shrugged, and Sam had to give it to him, he honestly looked confused.
"You do realise how thin the walls are, don't you?" He asked.
They both stiffened. Hermione dropped her beaded bag in shock and she and Dean looked at each other, before their eyes shot to Sam.
"What do you know?" Dean asked, trying to keep his face passive but it was hard given the situation.
"I know that the walls are very thin," he pointedly looked at the both of them.
"How long have you known?" Hermione asked.
"I've had my suspicions that there was something going on between the two of you for a while now, though my suspicions were confirmed last night, and given the conversation I overheard, I'm guessing it's not the first time you've slept together." They eyed each other, Sam was Dean's brother; it was his choice if he revealed their secret. "Just out of curiosity, how long have you been sleeping together?"
"Since the night we exercised the demon," Dean answered, waiting for his reaction.
Sam snorted. "The night you planned the deaths of twenty-three men you mean," he corrected. "It makes sense, you were a lot more joyful when I saw you the next morning," he smirked. He then looked between the two of them and nodded to himself.
"It doesn't bother you?" Hermione asked him.
"Not really," Sam shrugged. "Though now I have to be more careful when I enter the room, in case I walk in on something," he smirked. Hermione glared at him and he smiled sweetly. "Is this the reason why you decided to come with us?"
She sighed. "Partially, besides Dean and my friendship with you and Bobby, I came with you because it gives me the opportunity to learn something new and to experience something I normally wouldn't, as well as building a bridge between Hunters and the Wizarding World and hopefully it will aid in preventing the killings of my kind."
They both blinked, before she picked up her beaded bag and walked into her room. Dean glanced between the two doors and Sam rolled her eyes.
"You and I both know you'll try to sneak out later, there's no point, you would rather be in her room than ours, just go."
Dean didn't respond, he just walked to Hermione's door and opened it since she hadn't yet locked it. As Dean stepped inside, Sam spoke,
"Be mindful of your neighbours!" He called laughing and he heard Hermione cursing him and Dean's grumbles, before the door shut.
"Your brother is a menace," Hermione scowled as she took off her jacket and hung it over the chair at the table.
"I say, seeing as we're teaches, we teach him a lesson."
She turned around and arched her brow at him. "And what exactly did you have in mind, Mr. Chester?"
He smirked at her. "Well, Miss. Hart," he stalked towards her and she walked backwards until her back hit the wall. He caged her in with his arms on either side of her head, looking down at her with a devilish smile on his face, making her insides squirm and her knees weak. "Sammy's an auditory learner," was all he said before his mouth claimed hers, his hands gripped her hips and he took her breath away.
When she pulled back for air, she was surprised to find that her legs were around his hips and he was crushing her against the wall, she couldn't even remember it happening.
His hands gripped her top and pulled it over her head, dropping it to the floor and her hands did the same to him, pushing his leather jacket off his shoulders and his t-shirt quickly followed. Her hands trailed his shoulders and ran down his chest, her fingers tickling him and making him shiver.
His hands moved away from her breasts and came up to her hair, untying the bobble and allowing her curls to fall free of their restraint, spilling over her shoulders. He buried his hands in the riotous curls and was determined to give Hermione the 'well fucked' look. Her curls tangled around his fingers and he pulled her mouth back to his, while his hips circled and pushed against her clothed centre.
His hands slipped between them and undone the button and zip, his hand finding their way into her underwear. She gasped into his mouth when he caressed her slick folds, before two fingers found their way to her entrance and his thumb found her nub. She moaned into his mouth as he brought her towards the edge.
His mouth pulled back from hers and found its way to her neck, nibbling and sucking, before moving lower. His tongue darting out to trace along the scar on her throat and down to her Dolohov scar. He looked up at her with a smirk on his face when he saw her head titled back, her eyes closed and her mouth parted as she moaned and panted. He could feel her pulsing around his fingers and her nails were beginning to sharpen, he could tell she was going to pierce his skin.
He hiked her further up his body and his head ducked down, nudging aside her bra to take a nipple in his mouth. She gave a breathy moan and her hips rocked faster against his hand. A purr was pulled from her chest and her head fell back as her walls clamped down onto his fingers and tried to pull him in further. She slumped against him and he removed his hand from her knickers to better support her, whilst feeling rather pleased with himself.
Apparently they had been louder than they thought as there was a sudden banging on the wall behind them.
"Use a Silencing Charm!" Sam's voice carried through to their room. "I'm trying to sleep and I don't particularly want to hear what you're up to, I had enough of that this morning. If I have to shoot the pair of you, I will."
They looked at each other and Hermione laughed. "I think he's learned his lesson," she mused, unwrapping her legs from his hips and sliding down the front of his body until her feet hit the ground.
She saw his eyes darken further and he breathed in deeply when she kneeled down to pick up her fallen wand. She stood up and cast a Silencio around the room and then she put her hands on Dean's chest and pushed him back, until his knees hit the bed and he sat down. He looked up at her and she smirked down at him.
Before he could blink she dropped down onto her knees before him and she flicked her wand, divesting him of the rest of his clothes. He blinked in surprise and shivered at the sudden coldness that hit him. He didn't look embarrassed in his current nudity, and especially not by his erection which was standing proudly for her view.
"Why didn't you do that before?" He all but pouted at her and she chuckled at him.
Placing her wand on the ground, his breath hitched when she took him in her hand and lightly stroked him, his eyes darkened and he looked down at her.
"I must say, you've been remarkably good today, I think it's time for your reward."
Before he could speak, she ducked her head and ran her tongue over the underside of his length, her tongue dipping into the slit to swipe at the seeping liquid, before lightly sucking his head. He groaned loudly and his hands fisted the sheets on the bed.
She teasingly took more of him into her mouth, before pulling back, swirling her tongue over him, repeating it over and over and over again. And when he wasn't expecting it, she took as much of him as she could in his mouth and sucked harshly, whilst her hand worked on what she couldn't fit. He cursed and his hands flew up to her hair, tangling in her riotous curls and tugging. She made a sound of surprise at the pained pleasure feeling and he groaned as the vibrations ran through him.
She decided it was time to show him how she was able to tie a cherry stalk with her tongue. She looked up at him under her lashes. His breathing was coming out in pants and he bit his lip harshly, his face had flushed and sweat was forming on his body. When he caught her watching him, his hands tugged at her hair and she hummed, sucking harder, her free hand moved from his thigh and found purchase at his balls.
He tried to warn her, but she didn't listen and when he cursed loudly and stiffened, she swallowed before sitting back, her hands resting on his thighs.
His hands remained in her hair, tangled in her curls and he tried to control his breathing, whilst he stared at her as though he wanted to devour her.
"So, Mr. Chester, did you enjoy your reward?" She asked innocently.
She squeaked when she was pulled up onto the bed and he hovered over her, staring down at her with dark eyes. She watched as he slowly moved down her body and removed her shoes and socks, throwing them behind him, her trousers and underwear quickly following, leaving her as naked as him.
He moved down her body, pressing kisses and nipping at her skin, until he reached her centre and used his talented tongue for more than talking. He had her purring in no time and her claws made an appearance, digging into his shoulders as he lapped up her release.
As he moved up her, she could feel that he had recovered rather quickly as his erection bumped her centre and she whimpered and wriggled beneath him. He took her hands and pinned them to the bed as she tilted her hips up to receive him and he sunk into her. They both let out noises of pleasure and they both sighed in content afterwards. With his dark eyes locked onto her glowing feline ones, he started with a slow pace with deep thrusts gradually building up his speed.
Hermione not happy with the pace, wrapped her legs tightly around him and rolled them over. She sat up and he followed her, wrapping his arms around her back and pulling her against him with every thrust of his hips. Her hands wound around his neck and her nails dug into him. He angled his hips differently and she purred, he did it a few more times and she suddenly clamped down around him, pulling him further into her and tightening so much, it was borderline painful. Her nails raked down his back, drawing blood and adding to his collection of marks from her. She purred his name against his ear and his breath caught and he muttered her name into her neck, as she pulled his release from him.
She slumped against him, resting her forehead against his; the only sounds were of their heavy breathing.
"I'm exhausted," she sighed, now running her hands through his hair comfortingly.
"Me too," he said, pulling back to look into her now chocolate brown eyes.
"You should really let me take a look at your back. If you don't you risk the chance of it becoming infected and your immune system has weakened due to your magical tattoo, it won't be able to fight off the infection as it would've before."
In all honestly, he didn't want her to look at it. He rather liked the idea that he was able to draw that out of her. He liked the idea that only he had his back dripping with blood and covered in scratch marks as though he had gotten into a fight with a tiger, and he knew the state his back was in since he had seen it in the mirror. He wanted it to scar, he wanted her to leave permanent marks on him. He wanted everyone to see what he did to her, how he affected her. That only he could and would have her. That she was his.
Seeing the look on his face she sighed. "Fine, will you at least let me siphon away the blood and apply some cream to speed up the healing process? I only changed these sheets last night and Mittens won't be happy that he has to try to remove blood stains from the sheets, for the third time in a week."
He relented and she shuffled off him, grabbing her wand from the floor and moving to sit behind him. Her eyes widened at what she saw. His back looked to have been shredded by an actual cat, the claw marks deep enough that she had not only drawn blood, but that it leaked down his back. Most of his back was covered, including just below his neck. The small of his back was the least affected and she could see scratch marks on his shoulders and smaller cuts on his arms where she'd dug her nails in.
"Merlin, what have I done to you?" She had thought she said it in her mind, but it turns out she said it out loud.
"I know, talk about marking your territory," he spoke with an amused smile, looking over his shoulder at her. His smile dropped when he saw that she looked horrified, truly horrified.
"What is it?" He frowned.
She looked up at him. "I hurt you, I swore that I would never hurt you and I have."
Before she could blink, he had pulled her down onto her back and he was hovering over her, looking down at her.
"You didn't hurt me."
"Tell that to your back," she glared at him.
He sighed. "Listen, Sweetheart, you didn't and don't hurt me. It's not your fault, from what you told me it's a side effect from what happened to you years ago, so you can't help it. Believe it or not, a lot of men like it when a woman scratches their back during sex, even more so when it breaks the skin. So not only are you not to blame, I like it when you do it."
"Why?" She frowned.
"Like you said, I'm the only man to make you purr and I'm the only man that you've grown claws for, meaning I'm the only man that's able to get that reaction out of you."
"That's not all you do," she muttered, looking away from him.
"What do you mean?"
"Nothing," she blushed bright red, meaning it was something that embarrassed her.
"Judging by the way you suddenly look like you've been spray painted red, I'd say it's definitely something. You might as well tell me, I'll only get it out of you later, so let's save us the time and the hassle."
She sighed and her eyes wouldn't look at him "You're the only man to make me orgasm," she confessed quietly.
"Seriously?" He spluttered in surprise. She nodded. "How many men have you been with again?"
"Nine including you, though I didn't sleep with all of them."
His hand found its way to her chin and he tipped her head slightly so she looked at him.
"You're telling me that you dated eight men and they were all terrible in bed?"
"They weren't terrible," she said, feeling the need to defend them, even if they were awful to her during their relationship. "Back in Wizarding Britain, Adrian is known as 'The Sinful Slytherin' and Blaise is known as 'The Italian Stallion.' They weren't given those names for no reason, believe me, Adrian knew exactly how to use what God had given him, but no matter what he did or tried, he was never able to get me to that point, none of them were. I think it's partially part of the reason they were awful to me. I thought I was broken, Ron always brought it up whenever he found out about my relationships, even now, he still blames me for our break up, even though he was the one that cheated on me, it was seven years ago and he has two kids to different women." He frowned down at her, a protective look flashing through his eyes at her words. "Can we stop talking about this now?" She asked, looking tired, but relieved. He nodded. "Good, if we shower now we won't have to in the morning."
"We?" He asked, his mouth quirking.
"Well, if you can keep your hands to yourself."
"Sweetheart, you and I both know that's not going to happen," he smirked down at her.
"You know, I quite like you calling me that," she mused.
"What? Sweetheart?"
"Hmm," she hummed. "It's a lot better than Glinda, it used to sound mocking when you said it before, now it doesn't," she shrugged. Her eyes landed on his new tattoo and her finger came up to trace it. "I should be able to feed my magic into the runes now, since it's been a few days," she informed him.
"Will it hurt?"
"No, as far as I'm aware you won't even know I'm doing it."
"Alright, we'll shower first and then you can do your witchy magic."
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After yet another pleasurable shower, Hermione and Dean dried off and readied for bed. Hermione magically drying their hair and she dressed in a pair of black underwear and to keep Dean from complaining, she stole his t-shirt, which he was more than happy with as he eyed her possessively. Hermione summoned his duffle bag from the room next door, and Dean pulled out a pair of clean boxers and dressed in only them.
They both climbed into bed and Hermione sat in front of him with her wand in her hand. With a nod from him, she lifted her wand and gently rested the tip against his tattoo. He watched her face as a concentrated frown appeared and she muttered under her breath.
He shivered and held in a gasp when he suddenly felt as though fire had engulfed him. But it was odd, it didn't hurt him, in fact, it felt as though flames were licking at his skin and not only did it tickle, it felt comforting and warm and safe.
Sweat was beginning to form on her forehead and he frowned when her eyes started blinking tiredly. It was ten minutes later when she pulled her wand back from him and the sensation he had gotten used to vanished, leaving him feeling cold and lonely.
He pulled her to him and laid down, pulling the blanket over them and getting comfortable.
"Is it done?"
"Partially," she spoke tiredly, snuggling into him and his warmth further like a sleepy kitten. "It's a tiring process and I have to be careful that I don't put too much of my magic into the runes at once, since it will drain me and I could end up in a magically exhausted coma."
Worry and fear filled him at her words. "Why?"
"My magic is what keeps me alive and allows me to function, it's essentially my life force. I'm taking some of my life force and melding it with the magical ink in your tattoo in order to activate the protection runes. I have put some magic into them so they should be active, but in the morning I will put a little more of my magic into them and they will be as strong as I can get them for now. Over time I should be able to place more magic into the runes to make them stronger. The runes will only protect you from some minor curses, hexes, jinxes and charms, but it's better than nothing. If we have time, I'll test their capability in the morning and I'll start adding my magic into Sam's tattoo whilst I'm at it."
"If it's going to put you in a coma you can forget it," he said, his tone holding no room for argument.
"It won't, as long as I don't push myself I'll be okay, and once I've eaten and taken an Invigoration Draught, I'll be fine for school," she shrugged. "Right now, I just need sleep."