CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
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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"And now for the personal questions," Castiel spoke, breaking them out of their trance.
"Those weren't the personal questions?" Hermione raised an eyebrow.
"No,"
"And what makes these future questions personal?"
"Sex," he said bluntly.
Hermione narrowed her eyes on him. "And why do you want to know about our sex lives?"
"It may be important to what I have discovered."
"What do you want to know?"
"I want your comparison between Dean and your ex-partners."
"Why?"
"It may be important to what I have discovered," he repeated.
She sighed and turned her eyes to Dean.
He shrugged. "You've already told me about the assholes you've dated, there's nothing you're going to tell him that I don't already know."
She turned her eyes to Sam and Bobby, who were looking at her with raised eyebrows, waiting for her to decide whether they were to leave or stay.
"Things with Dean are different," she spoke, turning to Castiel.
"How so?"
"He brings out the feline traits in me."
"And the others didn't?"
"No, well, my eyes changed, but that was it."
"Hang on? What feline traits?" Sam asked confused.
"During my second year at Hogwarts I made a potion to help sneak Harry and Ron into the Slytherin common room, so they could try to find information on the identity of The Heir of Slytherin. This potion allows you to become the perfect clone of a person for an hour, when you add in one of their hairs. The hair I collected was from a girl's school robes, and unfortunately it wasn't human as I believed it to be, but feline. It belonged to the cat of the witch. The potion is only meant for human transfigurations and so there were some complications. I turned into a strange human-cat hybrid and I was stuck in the hospital wing for a couple of weeks until the effects were reversed, but to this day, I still show some characteristics that you would associate with the feline species, though they only tend to show during sex."
Bobby chuckled and Sam burst out laughing, his hand pressed to his stomach and his head thrown back.
"When you're quite finished," she scowled at him and he sobered immediately.
"Sorry," he coughed.
"My point being, with my ex-partners the only trait that showed was my eyes changing to be more feline-like. But with Dean, I showcase traits that I didn't even know I had."
"Such as?" Castiel asked.
"Claws and purring."
Sam started laughing again. "I knew I wasn't hearing things, I knew I heard purring coming from your room." Hermione and Dean both glared at him and once more, he sobered at their looks. "Sorry, you forget the walls in the motels are really thin and when you don't cast Silencing Charms, I can hear everything."
"You grow claws?" Castiel asked.
"Yes," she sighed.
Dean stood and turned, lifting his shirt to show his back and their eyes widened and they choked when they saw the entirety of his back covered in scars that were obviously caused by sharp claws. They had all healed since he and Hermione had been apart and he was quickly reminded that they hadn't had sex in nearly two weeks and the thought made him want to convince Hermione to whisk them away to her apartment, where he could ravish her until neither of them could move. God, he missed her! He wished she hadn't fought his wandering hands in their shared shower.
"Fucking hell, Hermione," Sam muttered.
Dean lowered his shirt and sat back down on the couch, placing his arm back around her shoulders with a smug smile on his face and she refused to blush, she fought it tooth and nail, if she was successful or not, she didn't know but she hoped.
"And that's never happened to anyone else?" Castiel asked.
"No, only Dean."
"Is there anything else?"
Hermione cleared her throat and this time she knew she was blushing bright red, she could feel the heat in her cheeks.
"Oh, I can't wait to hear this," Sam chuckled and he ducked the cushion that was thrown his way, courtesy of Hermione.
"Be grateful it wasn't a hex, I'm rather creative," she told him and he gulped, whilst Dean smirked and Bobby looked amused by the situation.
"Stop stalling, Sweetheart, just tell him," Dean said.
She sighed. "Dean's the only man that's..."
"That's what?" Castiel frowned.
She buried her face in her hands. "Made me orgasm," she admitted. The room was silent.
"How many men have you been with?" She could hear the frown in Sam's voice.
"Nine, including Dean."
"Maybe they didn't know what they were doing," he offered, and he scowled when he realised he had just unwittingly paid Dean a compliment and Dean smirked in response.
"No," she shook her head and removed her face from her hands, showcasing the redness of her face. "I dated men that were known as 'The Sinful Slytherin' and 'The Italian Stallion' trust me when I say they knew exactly what they were doing," she sighed. "Are we finished with all these embarrassing questions now? Please say yes," she pleaded with her Guardian Angel.
He nodded. "Yes, we are."
"Thank, Merlin," she breathed out. "Do you know what it is?"
"I believe so, just give me a moment to double check the records, I'll be back in a few minutes," he replied, before disappearing from view.
"Well that was highly intrusive and I feel as though I should see a therapist," Hermione commented and the three Hunters snorted at her. "I'll settle for a drink."
She reached for her beaded bag and pulled out a bottle of fire whiskey, and she summoned some glasses from the kitchen, pouring it into each of the glasses and offering them to the others.
"It's ten in the morning," Sam said.
She shrugged. "Somewhere in the world it's ten in the evening, brace yourselves, it's got a kick to it," she warned, as she downed her portion of the fiery liquid and she winced at the burn and blew the smoke from her mouth.
She laughed when the three Hunters spluttered and coughed.
"What is that?" Dean asked, looking as though he couldn't decide whether he liked it or not.
"Fire whiskey," she shrugged.
"It feels as though I've swallowed fire," Sam winced.
"It's aptly named."
"I like it," Bobby shrugged, taking another tentative sip and wincing at the burn.
She sighed and her head fell back as she looked up at the ceiling with a scowl on her face.
"He's not going to be a few minutes, is he?" Dean asked.
"No, more like a few hours," she grumbled in reply. "Bloody Angel!"
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They spent their day talking about Hermione's time in London and the brother's cases, whilst waiting for Castiel to return. By the time lunch had rolled around, Hermione used the limited resources in the kitchen to make lunch for the small group, and by dinner, Castiel still hadn't returned and Hermione made dinner also.
Harry had made his daily visit and he almost crushed Hermione to death with a hug that could rival Mrs. Weasleys. She had explained everything they knew, and he told her of everything she had missed back in London, which admittedly wasn't a lot. He told her of him covering for her with Kingsley and their family, and she thanked him and told him she would return to finish her duties as soon as she could. After that Harry left back to London.
It was just after eight in the evening when they were gathered in the living room.
"But seriously, they can't be real!" Sam exclaimed, much to the amusement of Bobby and Dean, as Hermione looked at him as though she were about to endure an argument with a small child.
"They are."
"They can't be; it's impossible."
"I assure you, it's not. They exist."
"But...They're unicorns, Hermione!"
"Unicorns that exist."
He made a noise of frustration and threw his hands up in the air.
"They are real, I've come across several in my life; my first encounter was when I was still in school. It was a juvenile unicorn and I was allowed to touch it, they'd don't care for men."
"Charming," Dean snorted, she shrugged in response.
"Alright, leprechauns?" Sam asked.
"Yes, they exist."
"No, they don't."
"They do, they're the mascot of Ireland's National Quidditch Team."
"Phoenix?"
"Yes," she answered.
"No,"
"Yes, they're fiercely independent creatures and it's not often one is seen around humans. I've told you in the past, phoenix feathers are used as wand cores, so they obviously exist."
He scowled at her. "The Loch Ness Monster."
"Oh, now you're just being ridiculous," she rolled her eyes and Sam smiled smugly. "Everyone knows The Loch Ness Monster is just a cover for a crossbred giant eel and dolphin." Sam spluttered and Dean laughed at her.
"Nicely done, Glinda," Dean praised, amusement twinkling in his green eyes.
"The kraken?" Bobby asked with a raised eyebrow.
"No," she said.
"Ha!" Sam said triumphantly.
"It's actually a giant squid."
"Oh, I give in," he scowled, crossing his arms and sitting back in his seat with a childish huff.
"Face it, Sammy, she won," Dean spoke.
"I've yet to see her lose an argument," a voice spoke up and all eyes turned to him.
"Castiel, how lovely of you to grace us with your presence. Please tell me, have the measurements of time changed?" She said.
"I don't understand your question," he frowned.
Hermione smiled sweetly and Dean muffled his chuckles by turning his head and burying it in her hair.
"Well, a few minutes means three, maybe four minutes, five at a push. Not ten bloody hours!" She scowled.
"I wanted a second opinion," he answered.
"And you couldn't have sent a message saying that you were going to be longer than you said? We've been waiting for you for ten hours!"
He didn't reply, just sat down in the chair that she had conjured that morning.
"Hermione, what do you know of your parentage?"
She frowned. "My mother and father were both muggles. My father was in the British Army for twelve years, before becoming a dentist, where he met my mother at the same dentists practice."
"And what do you know of your mother's family?" He asked her.
Hermione's frown deepened. "Not a lot to be honest. She never spoke about them. From what I can remember, she was born and raised in Italy, she moved to England when she was eighteen as her parents had died in a car crash. She met my father when she was twenty and they married a year later. They had difficulty conceiving children until they had me eight years later, and I barely survived, I was a premature baby. My mother had many miscarriages before I came along and there were some complications during her pregnancy with me. She never told me of her family or my grandparents, and my father's parents died before I was born. It was just us three. Why?"
"I believe she was lying to you."
"Excuse me?" She questioned in surprise.
"I believe she was lying to you about her identity, her life and her family."
"Why would she do that?"
"She wasn't fully human."
The room was deadly silent, until Hermione burst out laughing.
"You almost had me there," she chuckled, wiping a tear from her eye. "My mother was the epitome of a human. She was as normal as anyone could possibly be."
"No, she wasn't."
"Why are you doing this? Why are you lying to me?"
"I'm not lying," he promised, softening his voice like he used to do when she was a child and upset, and she noticed the tone and her eyes began to water.
"What aren't you telling me?" She whispered, and Dean's hold on her tightened, as they all waited for Castiel to get to the point.
"Your mother's name was Jean Hollindale?"
"Before she married my father, yes."
"It's true that Jean Hollindale's parents died in a car crash when she was eighteen, and it's true that she was born and raised in Rome, Italy."
"But?"
"But Jean Hollindale was human. Your mother's true name was Arariel and she was one of my sisters, a fellow Angel."
Hermione began to hyperventilate, her eyes darting about the floor wildly as she struggled to get her breathing under control. She could feel Dean's hand rubbing her back and hear the voices of everyone in the room, but she didn't look up until she felt hands on her shoulders, and she was trapped in the bright blue eyes of her Guardian Angel.
She could see his lips moving and when she looked up, Sam and Bobby were covering their ears, and she turned to look at Dean, seeing that his face was scrunched up in pain, before whatever noise they were hearing was gone and they sighed in relief.
"Waterfalls flow in the south of day," she replied, her breathing heavy but back in control.
"What?" Dean asked in confusion, Sam and Bobby's expressions matching his own.
"She just spoke Enochian," Castiel told the group, keeping his eyes locked on hers.
"But that's not possible," Sam frowned, his eyes flittering between them.
"It is, for Hermione is the daughter of Arariel. Arariel grew tired of her responsibilities and she came down to Earth without permission. When here she discovered her vessel, Jean Hollindale, in Rome, but she also came into contact with Richard Granger when he visited the country during his short respite period from the army. She recognised him as the other half to her soul and she couldn't leave him. Jean Hollindale's life was headed down a dark path, and Arariel stepped in and convinced her to be her vessel. Arariel took over Jean's life and she moved to England, where she waited for your father to return to her. Arariel was called back to Heaven before their wedding but she didn't wish to return, and so, she gave up her grace for your father, and she remained on Earth as a human."
Tears were falling down Hermione's face.
"Arariel is your mother," he said softly. "Hermione, you are part human, part Angel."