CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
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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"Morning," Dean muttered against her neck as he woke up. She shifted in his hold and his arms tightened around her.
"Morning," she said sleepily. "I'm hungry."
He snorted at her. "How do you eat so much food?"
"The same way as everyone else, I put it in my mouth, I chew it and then I swallow it."
He nipped at her neck for being a smart arse and she yelped in surprise, turning her head to scowl at him. She sighed when she saw his innocent expression, yeah, she had seen that look multiple times before, growing up with The Weasley Twins taught her a lot.
"What do you want for breakfast?" He shrugged. "I think I want some cereal for a change and I should have some in my bag, along with milk."
"I could eat cereal," he nodded.
"Alright," she moved out of his hold and climbed out of bed, stretching her arms above her head and she saw Dean's eyes flash lustfully as her t-shirt rode up. She found her beaded bag and pulled out the cereal and milk, placing it on the table.
"Tupper," Hermione called softly.
"Mistress call for Tupper," the house-elf bowed and Dean jumped when he appeared. This house-elf wore a white shirt and black trousers, with a black apron tied around his waist. He had pointy ears and large blue eyes, his skin a light green colour.
"Good morning, Tupper," Hermione smiled. "Did you sleep well?"
"Yes, Mistress, Tupper happy he serves Mistress," he said, his eyes watering.
"I'm happy you decided to join the family."
Tupper started sobbing and he threw himself at Hermione, wrapping his arms around her legs and Hermione bent down and hugged him. Hermione comforted him until he pulled back and wiped at his eyes.
"What can Tupper do for Mistress?" He asked.
"Can you please bring me some bowls and spoons, as well as a cup of tea and some coffee for both Dean and Sam?"
"Yes, Mistress, Tupper knows how to makes it to their likings," he said proudly and she smiled at him.
He turned to Dean, who had now climbed out of bed and was making his way over to Hermione. "You be the Mr. Dean?" He asked, scrutinizing him.
"That's me," Dean replied, wrapping his arms around Hermione and pulling her against him.
Tupper nodded. "Mimsy said you be a goods man, you not hurt my Mistress."
Dean wasn't sure if it was a threat or a statement, but the house-elf disappeared, reappearing momentarily with what Hermione asked for.
She thanked Tupper and sent him on his way, placing a Stasis Charm over Sam's coffee, she prepared the cereal and they sat at the table and began eating.
"What's his story?" Dean asked, and he was surprised when she beamed at him.
"Tupper, he's been with me for nearly a year. I came across him when I was asked to help with a gnome infestation case, seeing as the RCMC Department was low on personnel due to illness and an increase in cases. He was being chased by a pack of dogs, if they would've caught him, they'd have mauled him to death."
Dean frowned. "Why was he being chased?"
"It was punishment; he accidentally tripped over a corner of the carpet and spilled water over his previous Master. The dogs hadn't been fed for five days either, Tupper was forbidden from using his elfin magic to escape. If he could out run the dogs, he got to survive another day, if not, he was eaten alive. The previous Master was imprisoned due to the dark magical artefacts that were found in his house. The dogs were put down since they were dying from disease and malnutrition. Tupper was the only house-elf on the property. I healed his injuries and he's been with me since."
"Are all wizards and witches awful to house-elves?"
"No, but some are."
"I guess they're lucky they have you to care for them," he said softly.
"I will help anyone that needs it, whether they want me to or not, if you need help and I have the ability to do so, then I will. I can't stand by and watch someone suffer."
They fell silent and after finishing their breakfast, Hermione stood and walked around the table to Dean. She had intended to lean against the table whilst she finished adding her magic to his tattoo, but he grabbed her and pulled her onto his lap. She just shook her head at him and then did as she intended.
Dean sighed happily when he felt flames once more licking at his skin, warming him from the inside out and surrounding him with comfort and safety. She spent ten minutes working at his tattoo before she stopped and he noticed that she didn't appear to be as exhausted as the last time.
"Sam's still probably asleep since he hasn't been knocking on the door," she spoke, "Or walls," she added, making them both laugh. She got the cereal, milk and coffee and sent them all to his room for when he woke. "We better get ready, we're due at the school in forty minutes."
She climbed off his lap and disappeared into the bathroom, emerging after brushing her teeth and pulling her hair into a pony tail. She walked to the wardrobe and pulled out another black pencil skirt, a pale pink long sleeved shirt and she quickly dressed, well aware of the fact Dean's eyes were on her.
She dug around in her beaded bag and pulled out a nude pair of heels and slipped them onto her feet, before putting on her glasses. When she turned around, Dean was dressed similarly to the previous day, only he wore light grey shorts and a light grey jacket, with a white t-shirt. She stared at him in appreciation, since he was doing the same to her.
"We have time," his voice came out husky and she looked into his green eyes, slowly darkening and filling with lust.
"No, we don't," she sighed. "We better go, hopefully we'll learn more today."
~000~000~000~
"Good morning, everyone," Hermione said, as her senior class sat in their seats and faced her.
"Morning, Miss. Hart," the class chorused making Hermione smile, even if the boys seemed more enthusiastic than the girls.
"Now that we know each other better, I hope it will encourage you to help your class mates with their projects if they look as though they are struggling. For example, Blake, if Jamie is to argue that football is the worst sport to exist, it would beneficial to Jamie if you were to explain any negative factors that surround the sport. And, Jennifer, if you were to argue that Desperate Housewives is the best TV programme on air, Mary might be able to say, well actually I don't like it because...Or I prefer this because...This way you can prepare for anyone to disagree with you and you may be able to have an answer ready that will persuade them otherwise. Okay?" They nodded.
"Brilliant, I hope that you have all done at least some research as we will be starting your projects today, I have no idea how long I will be here so I would like them to be completed as soon as possible, so that we may get through them all. In the cupboard at the back of the room, you will find that I have stocked it with everything you need, from different coloured and sized paper and card, as well as glue sticks, pencils and coloured felt pens. You may talk amongst yourselves, as long as we keep the noise level in the room down. If you require any help or wish for my opinion on something, just let me know, otherwise you may begin your projects."
Hermione returned to her seat and watched as the students pushed their desks closer together and they retrieved what they wished from the cupboard and began working.
Every so often Hermione would look up at the class to see that they were all getting on with their tasks, but talking quietly, and she looked back down at the pile of information Sam had found on the victims, going over everything to try and find a connection.
"Miss. Hart?"
She looked up, seeing that Blake had raised his hand.
"Yes, Blake, what can I help you with?" She smiled, standing up and walking over to him and a few of his friends.
"I wish to argue that football is the best sport."
"Okay," she nodded, encouraging him to continue.
"I want to write a speech but I can't get the wording or the structure right."
"What you should do is make a bullet point list of all of the points you wish to make first, this way you can't miss any out of your speech. Write up a quick rough draft and then I'll take a look at it for you, and I'll try to help you with the structuring of the speech. Are you going to have a visual aspect?"
"I hadn't planned on it," he frowned slightly. "Do you think I should?"
"A speech is a great start, but if you wish to keep your classmates' attention on you and to listen to what you have to say, you need something to catch their eye. It could just be a piece of card with a few photos of your favourite NFL players. You'll get higher marks with a visual aid," she told him and he looked surprised. "This part of the curriculum is fairly easy as long as you do the research and you remember to site your sources, if possible. I'm sure one of the girls will be able to help you with the visual aspect. Alright?" He nodded. "Is there anything else I can help you with?"
"No, I'm fine, Miss. Hart," he grinned at her.
She smiled at him and his friends before deciding to walk around the classroom to see if anyone else needed help.
"And what are you working on, Jordan?" She asked, stopping beside his desk. He looked up from the three books he had open. He blushed.
"I wish to convince everyone that The Lord of the Rings is the best fantasy series."
"And how do you plan to do that?"
"I'm going to explain the plotline through a speech, include the visual aid of pictures and use jokes and puns."
She hummed. "Have you thought of maybe making a power point presentation instead, this way your visual aid can be that of video clips from the movies, which is more likely to gain the attention of your class mates?"
"I'm allowed to do that?"
"You are, yes," she confirmed and she made to turn away.
"Miss. Hart?" She turned around. "Have you really read the books?"
"Is Sauron the main antagonist?" She asked, his blush darkened and she walked away, continuing on her way around the classroom.
She stopped at a desk in the back left of the room where a girl with red hair and green eyes hidden behind glasses sat. She stopped beside her and looked down at the book on the desk.
"The Great Gatsby," Hermione said, making the student look up, it was Jane. "I haven't read that since I was I fifteen. Do you wish to argue that it's the best novel written?"
"No," she replied, looking back down and continuing with her writing.
"No?" Hermione frowned. "Then why do you have it?"
"We have to analyse it for Mr. Wellers as part of the curriculum."
"Jane, I am sorry to say I am not comfortable with allowing you to continue with your analysis whilst I am your teacher. I have looked through Mr. Wellers plans and they were very particular, and I do not wish to invade on this set project. I must ask that you put it away and you begin with the project I have set you. You may continue with your analysis outside of this classroom, but I need you to make a start on this project."
Jane stared at her defiantly. "I need to finish Mr. Wellers' project."
Hermione sighed. "You leave me no choice, Jane."
Hermione picked up the book and the essay from the desk and walked back over to hers. By this point the entire classroom had fallen silent and they were staring between the two of them.
"What are you doing?" She demanded, standing up angrily.
"I am confiscating your essay, you may have it back at the end of the day," she placed it into the top draw of her desk and sat down in her seat. "Please take your seat and begin your project."
"You have no right to tell me what to do, you're not even a proper teacher, you're just a substitute and your assigned project is ridiculous."
Everyone looked to Hermione, but to their surprise she looked calm, too calm.
"Upon my arrival here, I spoke in great lengths with Principal Walters regarding each of my classes. It was agreed upon by him, that I was to give you another project for you to complete until Mr. Wellers is well enough to return. This project is a part of the curriculum and I may have altered it slightly to make it more enjoyable for you, but it is still within the guidelines set. If. Mr Wellers returns before it is completed, he will continue it with you. And whilst I am in this classroom and employed by this school, I am your teacher." Hermione pulled out a slip from one of the drawers and began filling it out. "Jane, you have not only insulted me, but you have questioned my authority in this classroom and disrupted the learning environment for your peers. Please collect your belongings and go to the principal's office."
Everyone stared as Jane glared furiously; she picked up her back pack and coat, and walked out of the room.
Hermione looked at the clock on the wall and sighed, there was still forty-five minutes of the lesson left and she was starving. She pulled open the bottom drawer and pulled out a packet of biscuits.
"Would anyone care for a biscuit?" She asked, they stared at her in surprise, but one by one, they all came to her desk to take one from the packet.
"For what it's worth, Miss. Hart, I think you're the best teacher we've had."
"Thank you, Blake, that's kind of you to say. Now, you better get on with that speech."
He grinned before turning and waltzing back to his desk.
It was five minutes before the bell when she heard a girl arguing with a few boys. She looked up seeing that Melissa, the cheerleader, looked less than impressed, but she turned to face Hermione.
"Miss. Hart?"
"Yes, Melissa?" Hermione smiled.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" She turned and glared at the boys behind her and Hermione's lip twitched.
Well she had Dean, and he was technically her boyfriend, wasn't he?
"Yes, Melissa, I do," she replied and the boys grumbled and slouched in their seats.
"Is he cute?" She asked curiously.
"He's very handsome, yes."
"Do you have a photo?"
"I'm afraid I don't, and I don't want to give Principle Walters grounds for disciplinary action for being unprofessional in the classroom, so please, no more questions about my private life."
~000~000~000~
It was the last lesson of the day and Dean was exhausted, he couldn't wait until he could leave and go back to the motel, where he would sweet-talk a certain curly haired witch into falling into bed with him.
He still had yet to learn anything that would help with the case, so he spent most of his time with the hormonal teenagers playing dodgeball or in his office flicking through a magazine or newspaper, unable to think of anything else other than his curly haired witch.
He heard giggling from behind him and he turned his head to see the senior class lined up, whilst the girls were batting their eyelashes at him and staring. He was currently squatting, taking the dodgeballs out of the bag. He had lost his jacket the previous lesson, leaving him in his t-shirt which stretched and moulded to his frame, showing off his well defined physique, and he knew his shorts were a little on the tight side, meaning they had likely been staring at his arse, too.
"Okay," he said, standing up and clapping his hands to gain their attention. "Today is simple, you play dodgeball, you survive and then we go home. Any questions?"
A girl raised her hand, a cheerleader, he thought.
"Yes?"
"Do you have a girlfriend, Sir?"
Dean's eyebrow arched and his mouth twitched. Well, he had Hermione. And surprisingly, the thought of her being referred to as his girlfriend was quite pleasing. He was claiming her as his, telling every other guy that may try it on with her to basically fuck off.
"I do," he confirmed, keeping in his chuckle when he saw the girls deflate and grumble.
"Is she hot?" One of the boys asked.
"Stunning," he spoke with a smirk. "Now, let's to work." He squatted once more to pull out the rest of the balls from the large bag and when his shirt rode up his back, he heard gasps.
"What happened to your back, Sir?"
He stood up after he had finished emptying the bag and he rolled it up into a ball.
"My girlfriend," he replied, the girls' eyes widened and the boys looked stunned. "And that boys, is what happens when you do things right," he winked at them and walked over to the bleachers chuckling to himself, he knew that if Hermione had been there he would likely have earned himself a slap or two.
Much to his surprise, Hermione turned up at the gym with only twenty minutes of the lesson left. Her heels echoed in the gym and heads turned her way as she made her way over to him, sitting down beside him on the bleachers.
"Aren't you supposed to have a class of juniors?" Dean asked her with a raised eyebrow. He blew his whistle when he noticed the game had stopped and they continued at the sound.
"We got through everything I needed to and I let them go early," she shrugged. "As long as they don't leave school grounds for the next twenty minutes it's fine. Merlin, my feet are killing me, I can't wait to get back to the motel."
"Neither can I," he muttered, looking at her pointedly and she snorted.
"I would think you'd be well and truly sated after last night." The look he sent her said otherwise and she rolled her eyes. "I fancy doing something different tonight, what do you think?"
"Like what?"
"I don't know, but I want a home cooked meal, I'll root through my supplies and see what I can whip up without an oven, after dinner we could do something though."
"How about a club?"
"They have those around here?"
"Should do," he shrugged.
"You're just jealous over what happened the last time," she rolled her eyes.
"Twenty-three men," he muttered and she laughed at him. "And I assure you, it won't happen again."
"Alright, I may have to return home for a dress though; hopefully I can be in and out before Mimsy notices."
"You're scared of her?" He questioned amused.
"Terrified," she confirmed and he laughed. "I don't know what you're laughing for, if we go our separate ways, Mimsy will blame you whether it's your fault or not and she'll hunt you down and maim you." She snorted at the look of horror on his face. "I best get back to my classroom, I have a few things to sort out before we can leave." He leaned forward intending to kiss her. She glared at him and he caught himself in time.
"Sorry, forgot where I was for a second," he ran his hand through his hair.
"Later," she promised. "You know, I was thinking cherry pie."
"Cherry pie?" He repeated confused.
"For dessert."
She smirked at him, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. His eyes caught the gesture and upon realising what she meant his eyes darkened. Cherry stalk!
She chuckled at him and stood and walked out of the gym.
Dean took a few deep breaths before standing and picking up the whistle from around his neck.
"Alright, tidy everything away and then you can get changed!"