CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
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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Hermione had told Dean that she would meet him at the club they had searched for on Sam's laptop. After whipping up a quick lamb curry and eating, she kept some aside for Sam with all the appropriate charms to keep the food from spoiling. She port keyed home and searched through her clothing.
After casting a few cleaning charms over herself she readied for a night of dancing and drinking. She added a small amount of mascara and some sparkly eye shadow and she cast a spell over her hair to make it fall in sleek ringlets. She stood in front of the mirror, scrutinizing herself. She wore a black halter top dress with a sweet heart neckline that showed an ample amount of cleavage that wasn't too slutty. The dress clung to her figure, showing off her natural curves and it stopped at her mid-thigh, making her legs seem longer, along with a pair of strappy silver heels on her feet.
She looked down at her arm and sighed, before digging out her muggle makeup to cover her 'Mudblood' scar. All of her other scars she was able to glamour, so they were hidden from view, no one would know they were there except for Dean.
She summoned two Sobriety Potions and two Hangover Potions for good measure and she slipped them into her beaded bag which she disillusioned. She then snuck out of her bedroom so Mimsy wouldn't hear her and she port keyed to the club.
She could hear the music coming from inside the club even as she was in the alley way. She placed a Disillusionment Charm on herself and snuck into the building, when she got in the toilets, she made sure it was clear before she removed the charm and then headed out into the club.
She headed straight for the bar, her eyes searching for Dean and it wasn't hard to find him. For some reason, she could tell he was there, there was a tugging inside of her and she followed it, and much to her surprise, it led her straight to him.
He was stood at the bar, smiling charmingly at the gaggle of scantily dressed women that surrounded him. Hermione told herself it was not jealously she was feeling, but it was. She knew she was throwing daggers at the women with her eyes, even if she had promised herself she wouldn't.
She couldn't help her response. Dean was hers!
As if sensing her presence he turned his head and his eyes locked on to hers. He walked away from the bar and towards her, stopping in front of her and he put his hands on her hips and pulled so she stepped into him. His head lowered and he spoke into her ear,
"Stow your wand, Sweetheart."
"What?" She said dumbly.
"Put your wand away," he said. She looked down in horror, seeing that she had unknowingly pulled her wand from her bag. She quickly put it back into her beaded bag.
"This isn't normal, I wanted to kill them," she muttered.
He shrugged. "I wanted to kill those men for touching you."
"That was different, it was business not pleasure." His hands tightened on her hips and he took a deep breath. "You called me Sweetheart," she said, looking up at him.
"You said you liked it," he shrugged. "Let's get you a drink."
"Or several, I'm going to need them."
"Can you deal with a bunch of teenagers and a hangover at the same time?"
"No, so I picked up a few Hangover Potions before I left my apartment," she replied.
"Is that what you gave me last time?"
"Yes,"
"Those things are brilliant," he commented and she snorted.
"Don't be getting used to it; if you use more than one every few weeks, you become immune to it." He slipped his hand from her hip and to the small of her back, stepping behind her and guiding her to the bar.
They ordered their drinks and they managed to find an empty booth, as they headed to it Hermione could've sworn she passed some of her students on the way, but she shook her head.
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It was two hours later when Hermione and Dean were well on their way to being drunk. They had made their way through the crowd and parted ways, Dean going to get another round of drinks at the bar and Hermione going to the dance floor.
Dean's eyes were glued to her the entire time, watching as she got lost in the music; her face soft and calm, her sleek curls tumbling down her back and swaying as she moved to the beat, and he couldn't wait to run his hands through them until they were tangled and untameable. He loved them that way. She had her hands raised above her head as she swayed and circled her hips in time to the beat of the song being played.
When Dean saw several men eyeing her up and more than one man slowly approaching her, he forgot the drinks order he'd paid for and left the bar, quickly making his way through the throng of people.
He reached her just before any of the others could, snaking his arms around her stomach and pulling her back against him and he ducked his head and placed a kiss to her shoulder. She relaxed against him and brought her hands to rest against his on her stomach and he felt when she smiled as he kissed her cheek.
He looked up at the men currently glaring at him and he smirked in return.
"Marked your territory?" She spoke, her eyes still closed. He nipped at her shoulder for her teasing and she laughed. "I was wondering how long it would take you; in all honesty, you lasted longer than I thought you would."
"So did I," he admitted and she laughed at him.
"I'm hungry."
"Why am I not surprised?"
She sunk her nails into his arm and he chuckled as he placed teasing kisses to her shoulder, moving up to her neck and when he reached her weak spot behind her ear, she moaned softly, tilting her head to give him better access.
He took a deep breath and his length twitched at the sound. He was certain he wasn't going to be able to be patient for much longer and he would get her out of the club and back to the motel so he could make her purr.
He turned her in his arms and claimed her lips, his tongue moving between her lips and meeting hers, whilst his hands found their way into her hair, and hers gripped his leather jacket and pulled him against her. The music disappeared, as did the crowd surrounding them, it was only them.
When Dean felt someone nudge him as they walked past, he remembered where they were and pulled back, his gaze locked on hers and it was dark and heated. He noticed smugly that her hair no longer looked sleek and perfect, but as though someone had recently had their hands in it, and she looked thoroughly kissed, too, with her red lips and lightly flushed skin.
"Let's go," he said, not giving her time to argue with him. He took her hand and started pulling her through the crowd.
"How do you expect for us to get back?" She shouted over the music. He stopped in his tracks in the middle of the dance floor and turned to frown at her.
"Can you do anything?" He replied.
She blinked a few times before moving closer to him and pulling her beaded bag between them, so no one would see her hand disappearing. She pulled out two potions and handed one to him. She quickly downed it and he watched her before doing the same, gagging at the taste.
"What was that?" He asked, feeling some of the haze that had been surrounding him beginning to fade.
"Sobriety Potion, it removes any trace of alcohol from your system as if you hadn't been drinking at all. The Hangover Potion is obviously for the day after, but seeing as we've taken this we won't need it; the potion should take effect in a few minutes."
"I already feel fine," he shrugged. "What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to apparate us and you're not going to like it, but it's a very quick form of travel and it requires immense focus and control, otherwise I could splinch one of us, splinching is essentially tearing parts of your body off during transportation. You have to be of age and you have to have a license, and just like driving, it's prohibited from being done drunk due to the dangerous consequences. Now that I'm sober, I can get us back to the motel with no problems."
He blinked at her, before he took her hand and dragged her back through the crowd and towards the exit. She past that same booth again and she blinked and stopped, making Dean stop, too.
"What now?" He all but pouted and she gestured with her head to look to the left. Dean turned his head and glowered when he saw several of the seniors from both of their classes, sitting in a booth and staring at them in shock.
Dean sighed but refused to let go of her hand as she took the few steps to the booth, stopping in front of it. In the booth sat seven seniors, four boys and three girls. She recognised two of the boys and one of the girls from her English class, the others she could remember seeing in Dean's class.
"Miss. Hart? Mr. Chester? What are you doing here?"
"I could ask you the same thing, Blake," she replied, looking at them all disapprovingly. "Am I correct in thinking the legal age of drinking is to be twenty-one?"
"You are," Dean confirmed, smirking in their direction as he wrapped his arm around her waist and his hand rested against her stomach possessively.
"How did you get in here?" She asked them with an arched eyebrow.
"Fake ID's," they all muttered, Dean snorted and she elbowed him in the ribs. He chuckled and bent his head, nipping at her shoulder. She jumped and scowled at him and he smiled sweetly.
"She's your girlfriend?" One of the girls she didn't recognise spoke in shock.
"Yes," Dean replied smirking.
"He's your boyfriend," Jason, the other boy from her class spoke in shock.
"He is," she said calmly. "Now that we're done establishing that, let's talk about the fact that you are all underage and are currently consuming alcohol in a club you shouldn't be in, and I don't doubt you all have homework you need to be doing. I know for a fact three of you have a project that you have asked me to look over tomorrow. How am I supposed to do that when you haven't done the work? Or when you are absent as you have a hangover?" They looked down in guilt. "We're leaving now as we have to be at school tomorrow morning, as do you."
"Are you going to tell the bar staff not to serve us, or security that we're underage?"
"No, I'm not," Hermione replied; turning and walking away.
Dean stayed back a little longer, scrutinizing them.
"You should be careful, she may look soft and innocent, but believe me, when she's riled up she's far from it," he looked over his shoulder and down to his back, turning to look at them with a smirk. When they were gawking at him he knew they had understood his meaning after seeing the marks she had left on his back.
"Now if you'll excuse me, I've got to sweet talk Miss. Hart back into the mood, since her desire for me quickly vanished when she saw you. I want to see how many marks she'll leave tonight."
The girls had taken a drink at that point and spat their drinks out in shock. He winked at them and then turned to catch up with Hermione.
When they stepped out into the chilly air she shivered and Dean rolled his eyes, shrugging off his leather jacket and handing it to her. She took it gratefully and slipped it on, his eyes darkened when he saw her wearing it and it swamped her small frame.
He took her hand and dragged her down the street and he pulled her into the alley way, pushing her against the wall and crashing his mouth to hers. His hands gripped at her hips and trailed her sides as hers ran through his hair, gripping the strands.
"You referred to me as your girlfriend," she muttered against his mouth.
"And you referred to me as your boyfriend," he replied, pulling back to look at her.
"Does it bother you?" She asked, biting her lip nervously and his eyes zeroed in on the action.
"Surprisingly not. You?"
"Surprisingly not," she repeated and his mouth crashed back down to hers, pulling her lip from between her teeth so he could nibble at it.
She pushed him away from her when she was breathless and struggled to find her wand. She gripped it in her hand and cleared her thoughts, before taking his hand.
"Take a deep breath, close your eyes and bend your knees. This won't hurt but it'll feel strange, as though you're being squeezed through a tube. When we arrive you'll feel nauseous so please don't throw up on me." Before he could reply she spun on her heel.
They landed in the motel room and Hermione watched in surprise as Dean wobbled on his feet, shook his head and took a few deep breaths, before he turned to her, looking completely fine. He took advantage of her distracted state and tackled her onto the bed.
"How are you completely fine, even us wizarding folk have a hard first few times apparating, particularly when it's side-along?"
He shrugged in reply, before leaning down to kiss her, making her forget about everything except for him.