CHAPTER SIXTY

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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"Remember what I told you," Hermione said to Dean, as she stood waiting by the floo for Luna to come through.

"I know, best behaviour," he replied.

"That's for The Daily Prophet, I meant with Luna. She's already seen you shoot Ronald, there's no point in pretending you're a saint." Sam chuckled from his place on the arm chair. "Luna's a little odd, and I guarantee you will never meet anyone like her again."

Just as Dean was about to respond, the flames in the fireplace roared to life and Luna stepped out, wearing the strangest outfit either of them had seen. They shared a look and turned to Hermione and she shook her head subtly, as if saying, "don't ask," and she knew she would be seeing that look several times over the next hour.

"Luna," Hermione said happily. "Thank you for doing this for us."

"Not a problem, Hermione, we're family and Daddy would be upset with me if I didn't," she said with a serene smile on her face as Hermione hugged her.

"Well, thank you anyway. Now, give me my Godson."

Luna laughed lightly as Hermione all but wrestled Scorpius from her.

"Hi, Handsome," Hermione cooed, giving her full attention to the baby and ignoring everyone else in the room. "Who's a handsome guy? You are, yes you are, I could just eat you up, yes I could," she said in a silly voice and smiling ridiculously.

Dean looked at Hermione in complete surprise with his mouth partially open and his eyes in danger of falling out of his head.

He'd married a girl!

Hermione was kind and compassionate, but she was also strong and fearless; she was a badass. He had seen her interact with others, but he had never seen her so...Girly.

He had never seen her with children or babies, and although they had discussed having children and they were currently trying for a baby, and he knew Hermione wanted nothing more than to have a baby, he never expected her to be so...Un-Hermione like. She was cooing and pulling faces for God's Sake! It wasn't his Hermione; the person in front of him was an imposter. He was sure of it.

He heard Sam sniggering and he snapped his eyes to him, glaring at him.

Hermione looked up and to them. "What?" She asked, her eyes narrowed suspiciously at them.

Okay, it was his Hermione.

"Nothing," Sam responded amused.

She looked at them disbelievingly before turning her attention back to the baby.

"I might just steal you from your Mummy. Would you like that? Do you want to live with Aunt Hermione?" She cooed.

Watching Hermione, Dean felt himself relaxing as she babbled incoherently with the biggest smile he had ever seen on her face, her eyes were bright and her features lit up. He couldn't stop his eyes from falling to her stomach, wondering if she was pregnant yet, and there hadn't been a lack of trying.

Sam noted from the corner of his eye how the uneasiness seemed to suddenly melt from Dean. His entire body seemed to relax and his face softened as he watched Hermione cradle the baby whilst smiling.

Hermione seemed to remember her manners. "Luna, you remember Dean and Sam."

"Of course," she smiled. "And I'm glad to see there's no Wrackspurts around, now there's no chance of being interrupted."

The brothers looked at Hermione with raised eyebrows and she shook her head at them, before smiling at Luna.

"Did you discover a Crumple Horned Snorkark on your travels?"

"I'm afraid I didn't, Luna, I'm sorry," she said apologetically.

Luna nodded. "Daddy searched for years and never found one, but he was close when he visited Portugal."

"I'll ask my agent in Lisbon to keep an eye out for you."

"I appreciate that, thank you, Hermione. Now, should we begin?"

Hermione nodded, before she sat herself down on the couch and Dean sat beside her, eyeing the baby in her arms warily, as Luna sat on the other couch and Sam remained in the arm chair.

"We agreed you'd send photographs over this afternoon?"

"Yes, we have The Daily Prophet coming over at two, they'll be here for a couple of hours as we need to do a photo shoot as well as the interview, and they'll want to get it done for this evening's edition. I'll send over the ones we keep back."

Luna nodded. "Let's begin then."

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"What's a Nargle?" Dean whispered into Hermione's ear, as Luna had asked the last of her questions and was now muttering that she couldn't find her quill, which she had put behind her ear.

"They don't exist," Hermione muttered back, smiling at Luna as Sam watched her mannerisms amused. "Like I told you, she's a bit odd, but she's got a heart of gold and she has a knack for seeing what others can't. We all think she has Seer blood in her."

"Seer?"

"A bit like a psychic, only they're rare and legitimate."

"Oh, blast it! I'll find it later, I'm sure," Luna said, Hermione smiled at her. "Well, I'll return to Malfoy Manor and begin writing the article so we can get it out for this evening's edition."

"Thank you, Luna," Hermione said, "I wanted to have a quick word with you about something."

"Of course, we'll talk in the kitchen."

Luna stood and headed to the kitchen, and Hermione stood, too, before making her intentions known to Dean.

"No," he said quickly.

She rolled her eyes. "You need practice so when the time comes you won't be terrified. Just support the head and be gentle and everything will be fine, he's not going to bite you."

She put Scorpius in Dean's arms, shifting them slightly before leaving the room, ignoring the sniggers coming from Sam due to the pale and terrified look on his brother's face, as he stared down at the baby in his arms. He looked as though he were going to pass out.

"It's not funny," Dean hissed quietly, not wanting to disturb the baby in his arms as he looked up at him with blue eyes and a head of white-blonde hair.

"It is, you should see your face," Sam chuckled, before standing up.

"What are you doing? You can't leave me alone with the kid! Don't you dare..."

Sam just smirked, before leaving the room and heading to his bedroom where he had a magical textbook he wanted to finish reading.

Dean looked down at the baby and took a deep breath, seeing the eyes that were staring up at him.

"Alright, you've killed gods, demons and Angels, you can hold a baby," he said to himself.

Scorpius wriggled in his hold with his arm outstretched, and as he brought it back to his body his hand skimmed Dean's neck as he gave an adorable yawn.

"You're not so bad," Dean muttered, relaxing back into the couch.

~000~000~000~

When Hermione walked back into the living room, it was to see Scorpius sat on Dean's knee with his back and head being supported, as he and Dean stared at each other.

"And do you know what I said? I said a whole lot of words that I can't say in front of you, for fear of your Godmother ending my life. But in the end, we got the vampire and saved the children."

Dean laughed at the sound Scorpius made. Hermione leaned against the wall with a smile on her face and her heart melting at the sight of the two of them together, only in her mind it was a little boy with green eyes and curly brown hair. Their little boy.

"I know, I'm awesome," Dean said. Scorpius made a sound again, only this time it was more of a cry. "Oh, no, don't start crying, I'll make you a deal, if you don't cry until your Mommy comes back, one day I'll teach you how to drive, deal?" Scorpius quieted down and Dean sighed.

"Bribery doesn't always work," Hermione interrupted.

Dean's eyes shot up to hers and he cleared his throat, sitting up taller, looking embarrassed that she had caught him. She moved to sit beside him, resting her head against his shoulder as she smiled at Scorpius.

"Not so frightening, is it?" She said.

"No, it's not," Dean agreed.

"Just think, this could be us one day."

"It will be," he corrected, just as Luna entered the room.

"Right then, I best be off, I don't doubt I'll see you before you leave."

"You will," Hermione promised, taking Scorpius from Dean, kissing his forehead and then handing him back to Luna. They said their goodbyes and Luna left through the floo, leaving only Hermione and Dean in the living room and she turned to face him.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" He asked, eyeing her warily.

She approached him in a way that made him nervous, before she took his hand and pulled him to the bedroom, closing the door behind them and she pushed him until he landed on the bed.

He looked up at her with a raised eyebrow, as she approached him and quickly climbed on top of him, slowly pulling his t-shirt up and off him. Her hands lightly trailed his chest and abdomen and she could feel his muscles twitch under her soft exploration. His eyes locked onto hers and she bit her lip, tilting her head to the side slightly.

"You know, you're going to be a great father some day," she said quietly. "Even if we have to wait years for it to happen, but in the meantime we can get plenty of practice in with all of your nieces and nephews."

"Just how many is there?" He asked, his voice taking a husky turn at the way she was looking at him. With love and heat and fire.

She frowned in thought. "Thirteen, and that's including Ron's children, who I have never treated as anything but my niece and nephew as it's not their fault they have Ronald for a father, and I love them just the same as I love the others. But, I can't wait until we have our own."

"Whilst we wait, I can be your daddy," he gripped her hips tightly.

"And...You've ruined the mood," Hermione said, before climbing off him.

She laughed loudly when she was yanked backwards until she landed on the bed and Dean's body covered hers.

~000~000~000~

"I still don't like this," Dean muttered.

"Neither do I, but it needs to be done." She responded. "And anyway, I like that suit on you." Dean stood up taller at her words and she rolled her eyes.

Whilst Sam was answering the door and letting in the reporter and photographer, she was putting the finishing touches on her makeup.

They were going to do the photo shoot first so they could get it out of the way as it would take the longest to complete. They were going to start off with the formal shoot, then move backwards to casual smart, then just casual.

Whilst Dean wore his well tailored black suit, white shirt and black tie and dress shoes, Hermione wore a white long sleeved cocktail dress with a modest neckline. The bodice was lace with a cinched waist, the skirt flowed down to her knees, and she wore silver strappy heels and some silver bangles to finish off the look. She had her hair flowing down her back in shiny ringlets, with her hair clipped back from her face with glittery pins. She wore minimal makeup, with a small amount of mascara and some glittery nude eye shadow.

"Right, I'm done," she said to herself, smoothing out her dress. She turned around when Dean didn't reply, to see that he was staring at her.

"What?" She asked.

"You look beautiful," he told her.

She blushed and looked down at the ground, until he stepped in front of her and lifted her head with a hand under her chin.

"You are beautiful," he told her, placing a kiss to her forehead and she sighed.

"Hermione! The reporter's here!" Sam called from the other room.

"We better get out there so we can get this over with."

She took a deep breath and Dean took her hand and they stepped out of the bedroom and walked to the living room together. Hermione scowled when she saw who the reporter was, and she realised she should've been more specific about who was to conduct the interview.

"What's with the look?" Dean whispered, seeing Hermione's reaction of obvious dislike; she all but shooting daggers with her eyes.

"Romilda Vane," Hermione replied, her eyes narrowed on the dark eyed woman, as she looked around the room. Her long curly black hair that she was known for was left down to her waist, and she wore fairly expensive robes.

"We don't like her?" He guessed.

"No, we don't," she replied and he chuckled at her. Hermione took a breath before putting on a fake smile, walking forward. "Thank you, Sam," she said. "Are you staying for the interview?"

"I'd love to, but I don't think I'd be allowed to live if I do, so I'll just head to my room and read that book you gave me." She smiled at him and he disappeared from sight.

"Hermione, how nice to see you again, you look lovely," Romilda spoke up, walking over to Hermione with a fake smile on her face to match Hermione's.

Hermione released Dean's hand and stepped forward to receive the hug and kiss to the cheek. "And you as well, Romilda," Hermione replied.

Dean narrowed his eyes when he saw Romilda eyeing him up over Hermione's shoulder.

"And who is this yummy specimen beside you?" She asked.

Hermione's possessiveness flared up and Dean noticed, so he took her hand in his.

"Romilda, this is my husband, Dean Winchester."

"It's nice to finally meet the man that's managed to tie down our Golden Girl," she said, giving Dean a flirty smile as he shook her hand.

"It was difficult, but she's worth it," he replied.

"Oh my, American, too. However did Hermione manage to hold onto you?"

Hermione cleared her throat, not all happy about the way Romilda was looking at him.

"Perhaps we should get on with the photo shoot; we don't want to run out of time before the interview."

"No, that would be such a shame," Romilda smirked. "I see we're going for formal first?"

"Yes, I've had the left side of the room cleared of furniture to allow for more space."

"Then let's begin."

Hermione led Dean over to the pale blue wall they were going to use as a back drop, whilst the photographer remained silent as he set up his equipment.

"I don't like her," he whispered.

"Told you," she replied. "Now I know you're uncomfortable, but if we get through today I'll owe you one."

He seemed to perk up at that. "Anything I want."

"Within reason," she replied amused, seeing the look he had trained on her. She had a feeling she knew what he had in mind, which meant she knew he was going to behave.

For the first fifteen minutes they took photos individually and together in a variety of different positions and poses, most of which consisted of Hermione smiling and Dean brooding, which Hermione had to admit, did make him irresistible.

After that they quickly got changed into their smart casual clothes, which had Dean wearing white trainers, a pair of khaki pants and a blue button down shirt, and Hermione wore blue skinny jeans with a white blouse, a black and white blazer and black heels.

They changed for their last few photos and it was clear that Dean was the most comfortable in his blue jeans, black boots, red plaid shirt and leather jacket. Hermione wore black heeled boots, black skinny jeans, a red plaid cropped shirt and her leather jacket, and Dean barely took his eyes off her.

"Just the final category now," Romilda said.

"Excuse me?" Hermione questioned, knowing fine well she hadn't agreed to anything else.

"Your fans and The Prophet's readers want to see the side of you that you don't show to the public. They want to see some intimacy between you."

"And how exactly do you plan to do that?"

Romilda smiled. "Pyjamas, of course."

"My husband isn't a pyjama person," Hermione struggled to keep her voice calm.

"Even better."

Hermione's glare was venomous, Dean was sure of it.

"Relax, Hermione, we'll just wear what we usually do," he said, taking her hand and pulling her to the bedroom.

He could tell she wasn't happy as she stripped out of her clothes and pulled on one of his t-shirts, and although it fell to her mid-thigh, she slipped some shorts on underneath for good measure. Dean stripped and pulled on a pair of drawstring bottoms, leaving him shirtless.

"We both know she's just trying to rile you up and she wants to see what's under my clothes." Hermione glared at him and he chuckled. "So, let her look, but you and I both know you're the only one that I have eyes for and you're the one I come home to."

He kissed her forehead and she seemed to relax a little, before she reluctantly allowed Romilda and the photographer into her bedroom. Romilda looked around, before her eyes landed on Dean. Hermione was well aware of the way Romilda licked her lips and her eyes darkened, and even Dean had to admit she was basically eye fucking him.

"What do you want us to do?" Hermione asked, a slight hiss to her voice.

Romilda snapped her attention to Hermione. "What you would normally be doing," she answered.

"That's not really appropriate for others' eyes," Dean commented lightly, seeing the jealous look that crossed Romilda's face and he winked at Hermione.

Rather than speaking, Hermione climbed onto the bed and Dean did the same beside her, before they both settled into a position that was familiar to them. Hermione with her head on his chest, and a hand trailing his tattoo, whilst Dean's arm was around her waist and the other he tucked behind his head, propping it up and they both looked as though they were watching something off in the distance.

"I love pie," Dean said quietly.

All of the tension from Hermione's body was released instantly, and she titled her head up, seeing him smiling down at her softly. She rose up and pressed her mouth to his in a kiss.

"I love pie, too," she responded with a smile, before settling back down against him.

She could practically hear Romilda's teeth grinding.

"That's everything," she said, before turning and leaving the bedroom with the photographer, allowing them to change back into their clothes.

"We really don't like her, do we?"

"No, we really don't," she replied, her teeth grinding and her fists clenched by her sides.