CHAPTER FORTY-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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Hermione woke to the feel of Dean's hands softly trailing her back, and it was a comforting feeling. It was light and gentle, loving even and she felt a smile pull at her mouth as she blinked the grogginess away from her eyes.
A kiss was placed to the top of her head, "Morning," he mumbled.
"Morning," she sighed in reply, wrapping her arms around him tighter and snuggling into him further, seeking his warmth.
He chuckled at her behaviour, pausing in his hand tracing her skin to remove his arm from behind his head to wrap it around her, holding her to him.
"How long have you been awake?" She asked him.
"About half an hour," he responded, shrugging his shoulders the best he could, given her weight on him and the way she was wrapped around him.
"You should've woken me."
"I'm comfortable, and I'm not going to complain about a beautiful, naked woman being draped over me."
She felt her cheeks heat up at his comment, and he chuckled at her silence. After five minutes of lying in peace and quiet, Hermione sighed and lifted her head to catch his eyes.
What Dean didn't realise was that those beautiful green orbs often held so much emotion, Hermione could usually tell what he was feeling by simply looking at him. And looking at him now, he was...Peaceful. Happy.
"We have to be at the school soon," she told him, moving a hand to his chest so she could rest her chin on it.
"The case is over now; we don't need to go back."
She shook her head. "We do need to go back, just for today anyway. It's Friday, it'll be suspicious if we suddenly disappear without anyone knowing, and we can't leave the school two members of teaching staff down, even if we aren't actual teachers. Today will be the last day, as I'm sure Harrow and Wellers are well on their way to recovery, and they won't need substitutes anymore."
"This is really important to you, isn't it?" He questioned with a crease in his forehead.
She lifted her hand and smoothed a finger over it, and once it was gone, she brought her hand back down to his chest and rested her chin against it once more.
"It is; education is an essential part of life. It gives you opportunities, it gives you a chance to become a better you, the first eighteen years of a person's life are important as this is when they are most impressionable. They learn from you by mimicking your behaviour and attitude, and teachers help to shape who these young adults will be when they enter adulthood. I may not be a teacher legally, but this is my last day with my students and I want to do as much good as I can, I want to be a part of shaping them for a better future, and if I can do that by simply turning up to class and reading over a few pieces of work and correcting them, then I will do so. I had the best education anyone could ever ask for, granted, it was somewhat tarnished by the years of fighting the war, but still, I wouldn't be where I am today if it wasn't for my professors pushing me to work harder. If it wasn't for them believing in me, believing that despite what others may think of my blood status, I can be anything I want to be, including an influential member of the Wizarding World, which is what I am. I am well known, not only for my role in the war and being friends with The Potters, Malfoys and The Minister of Magic, I am known because of my academic achievements and the work I do to this day."
He lifted a hand to push her curls behind her ear and away from her face.
"Please, just one more day?"
He looked conflicted and then she got an idea, one she knew Dean would be more than willing to agree to.
She surprised him when she quickly sat up, shifting until she straddled him and she caught his eyes trailing over her body, when he looked back to her eyes, his had darkened and his hands slipped to her hips.
She bit her lip in amusement as she felt him slowly begin to harder beneath her. She leaned forward, bringing her hands onto either side of his head and lowering her head so as she spoke, her lips barely brushed his.
"If we can go to the school today, then, as a thank you, I might be inclined to partake in that fantasy of yours."
His eyes widened comically, to the point where she thought they might actually fall out of his eye sockets. She held back a laugh when his grip on her hips tightened, his eyes screwed shut, his jaw ticked and he visibly took a deep breath, before slowly opening his eyes to stare into hers.
"You'll wear the skirt?" His voice came out husky and she felt herself shiver at his tone.
"The skirt, the glasses, the heels, whatever you want," she whispered.
He took another deep breath.
"If I agree to this, it has to be before we leave the school, and, it has to happen in my office."
She felt her mouth twitch in amusement; she hadn't expected that to leave his mouth. He was very possessive of her, and the thought that he'd want to have sex in a place surrounded by hormonal teenage boys that could interrupt at any moment was amusing.
"Deal," she whispered, her lips lightly brushing his and she put a hand to his chest to hold him down when he tried to sit up to kiss her. "We don't have time; we have to be at the school in less than an hour."
He took a final deep breath, his hands tightening on her hips before loosening.
"Then let's go, Miss. Hart, we have a long day of shaping the minds of young students."
"I love the way you think, Mr. Chester," she purred, and she chuckled when she felt his entire body stiffen at the sound that never failed to gain his attention.
~000~000~000~
"I'm sure you've heard the rumours that this is to be my last day here," Hermione spoke, standing in front of her desk and looking out at her senior students, her eyes scanning the room, but making sure not to land on Jane's empty desk. "Those rumours are true."
The class collectively let out a sound of disappointment and she had to stop herself from laughing at the looks on the boys' faces.
"I have enjoyed my time here immensely, and I can't thank you all enough for welcoming me into your class room. I will always remember the maturity and intelligence you have shown me, each and every one of you, and I don't doubt you all have bright futures ahead of you. You have shown me what you are capable of, and if you believe in yourselves, then you can achieve anything you set out to do. I believe in you, so please believe in yourselves. I wish I was able to stay and continue on this journey with you, to help you complete your projects and watch you all get A's and to give you snacks, because it's polite to share and I'd just look like some strange chipmunk-hybrid, hiding in the corner of the room whilst stuffing my face if you weren't here for me to share my snacks with." The class laughed at her and she smiled. "But unfortunately today is my last day and I will not be returning."
"Do you have to leave?" One of the cheerleaders raised her hand as she spoke.
"Yes, I have to," she replied.
"But you're the best teacher we've had," Blake spoke aloud and the class murmured in agreement, making Hermione smile. "Maybe we can start a petition, if we get enough signatures then Principal Walters will have to let you stay."
"Thank you, I appreciate your words and your kindness, I truly do, but I cannot stay, and a petition will not change that, no matter how many signatures you get. I am no longer needed here. Mr. Wellers has made a full recovery and has already been discharged from the hospital; he is set to return on Monday morning." Grumbles broke out. "Not to worry," she said, gaining their attention. "I've spoken to Mr. Wellers on the phone this morning and he has agreed to be a bit more lenient with you all."
Everyone stared in shock, and she wasn't surprised by their reactions. Upon healing Wellers, she slipped into his mind and seeing that he was stricter than McGonagall and Umbridge combined, she may have planted a few seeds which she left to take root. Now, Wellers wouldn't be as harsh on his students, as she didn't want another Jane situation, he would be respectful of the students and once a week, he would give them a chance to work quietly, whilst also being able to talk to their friends, and if he provided snacks once a week, then it wouldn't hurt either. She wanted the teens to enjoy going to class and she wasn't going to allow a grumpy old man ruin that for them.
"Despite that, I wouldn't hand any homework in late if I were you. Please treat him with the respect you have shown me, and he will do so in return to all of you. You will find that he just wants the best for you, being grumpy is just part of his personality," she shrugged and they snorted at her. "Okay then, now that's been addressed, why don't we get on with your projects, so you can show Mr. Wellers how hard you have worked when he returns?"
She smiled when she saw the desks and chairs being moved around the room, as everyone began chatting and pulling out work from their bags.
~000~000~000~
It was now the end of the day and Hermione had disillusioned herself and snuck into the boy's locker rooms, heading straight to Dean's office. She knocked on the door and when it opened, showing Dean' confused face as he peered out the door and looked around for the one responsible, she snuck in.
When he shut the door, she removed the charm and he jumped in surprise when she came into his view, but upon seeing her, his eyes began to darken, obviously remembering her promise and the deal they had made.
"So, Mr. Chester, a deal is a deal, and as promised, here I am," she said, perching herself on his desk, crossing her legs and clasping her hands in her lap.
He approached her, stopping in front of her and his hand lifted to her hair, releasing the tangle of curls from their restraint and they tumbled down her back and over her shoulders. Like Dean has asked of her, she wore a black high waisted pencil skirt and a white shirt, along with her black heels and her glasses, not to mention, the black lace underwear underneath, which he had been rather adamant about.
He brought his hand up to her shirt and undone a few more buttons, stopping when the valley of her breasts were revealed to him, and she bit her lip to stop herself from laughing at the look on his face.
She sighed when his fingers began to trace over the Dolohov scar peeking out from under her shirt.
"What the plan?" She asked him, her eyes fluttering closed.
"I'm going to ravish you on the desk, against the wall, an..."
"I meant when we get back to the motel," she said amused.
"I'm going to ravish you on the table, against the wall, an..."
"I meant do you know if you've got any cases?" She opened her eyes, lifting her arms to loop around his neck.
She uncrossed her legs and Dean pushed her skirt up a little higher, parted her legs and stepped between them, his fingers still tracing her scar.
"We have a case in Springfield, Illinois, it's not far, we should be able to get there in under five hours or so, depending on traffic. Sammy wants to get dinner and then head out soon after."
"What do we have?"
"As far as we can tell, a haunted hotel," he shrugged.
"As in spirits?"
"Likely, we won't know until we take a closer look, now, we don't have long and you promised the fulfilment of a sexy teacher fantasy."
She smirked in response, slipping her wand out of her sleeve and erecting silencing and locking wards around the office, as well as making sure the blinds were shut. She put her wand on the table, wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs hooked around the back of his legs and she tugged him forward.
"Then who am I to get in the way of what was promised?" She whispered, her lips brushing the shell of his ear and he shuddered. She laughed when he attacked her neck with kisses, and she threaded her hands through his hair.