CHAPTER SIXTY-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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They landed in the centre of the living room.
"What the fuck happened!"
Hermione looked around, seeing Sam sat on the couch, his book haven fallen to the ground in his surprise, but she was surprised to see Harry sat in the arm chair as she hadn't known he was coming over. They were staring wide eyed at Dean, taking in his injuries and his ruffled, injured and bloodied appearance.
Hermione ignored them both, pulling Dean to sit on the couch whilst she kneeled in front of him, muttering under her breath with her wand gently pressed to his bruising cheek, before she summoned several potions, which she had Dean drink or she placed on his wounds.
Sam watched in wonder as Dean's knuckles knitted back together and new skin grew over it, as the cut on his lip sealed up and the cut on his eyebrow healed, before she lathered the thick green Bruise Removal Paste on his cheek. During the healing, Dean and Hermione barely took their eyes off each other, and Harry and Sam watched silently, knowing they weren't going to get answers until Hermione had tended to Dean.
She banished the empty vials when finished and then stood up. Dean pulled her to sit across his lap and he buried his face in to her neck and wrapped his arms around her tightly.
"Now that the injuries have been dealt with, what the bloody hell happened!" Harry demanded, a look on his face daring them to argue with them.
"Ryan," Hermione answered with one word, and that one word had Harry's eyes widening, before a look of a sick sense of glee and satisfaction took over his face. Sam looked at Harry in surprise to his reaction to Hermione's one word explanation.
"You ran into him?" He questioned and she nodded.
He turned his eyes to Dean, locking gazes with him now that he'd taken his head away from Hermione's neck.
"You teach him a lesson?"
"Yes," he replied.
Harry looked at the blood on his shirt, jeans and shoes, a slow, scary smile creeping up onto his face.
"Is he alive?"
"Barely, the fucker didn't know what hit him."
"Shame you didn't kill him," Harry muttered.
"Harry James Potter!" Hermione shrieked, and all three men winced, but neither Dean nor Harry looked apologetic and it was clear that Sam was confused.
"I'm sorry, but why are we happy Dean almost killed a guy? And Ryan? Didn't your family have a bad reaction when his name was brought up?"
"Ryan Newton is one of my ex-boyfriends," Hermione sighed and Dean's arms tightened around her as she looked over to Sam to see him frowning. "He was emotionally and mentally abusive, until he got drunk and became physically abusive. He pushed me down some stairs and put me in the hospital. He had a better lawyer and the charges were dropped."
Sam looked furious and he turned his eyes to Dean. "Why didn't you kill the bastard?"
"Promised Glinda I wouldn't," he muttered, sounding as though he wouldn't mind in the least going back to finish him off. "She took both my guns, my knife and both pocket knives before giving me some time alone with him."
"You know about the pocket knives?" Sam asked surprised.
She shrugged in response to his question. "I can't cover up Dean killing a wizard."
"You could if you had help," Harry muttered and her eyes cut to him, widening at the look on his face. "You've got a Head Auror, a curse breaker, a dragon tamer, the Undersecretary to The Minister of Magic, a genius entrepreneur and the head of the wealthiest family in Wizarding Europe that all have their own means to cover up a murder, and combined, no one would even know the arsehole was missing."
Hermione stared at him, not knowing who the man in front of her was.
~000~000~000~
After saying his goodbyes since they were leaving for America in the morning, Harry left The Winchesters alone. Sam retired to bed, and Hermione dragged Dean to the bathroom, where they undressed, Dean's clothes were thrown in the bin and Hermione made sure to wash all evidence of blood off him. They dried off and dressed before climbing into bed, snuggling down together.
"Are you disappointed in me?" Dean asked, his voice quiet and sleepy.
Hermione sighed, snuggling into him further. "No, I'm not disappointed, to be honest, I thought you'd kill him."
"The thought crossed my mind," he admitted. "But then he'd be dead and he wouldn't remember what I did to him for daring to lay a finger on you. Past or not, he wasn't getting away with it. One thing I've learned over the years is karma's a bitch and your past always come back to bite you in the ass."
She sighed again. "As I said, I'm not disappointed, and I'm glad we're leaving back to America tomorrow. As nice as the time away has been, I want to get back to normal, and I miss the Impala."
Dean made a sound of appreciation. "Witch, I really want to put a baby in you," he groaned.
She chuckled. "Not for four more days."
~000~000~000~
"You get it," Dean muttered as the banging on the front door grew louder the longer they ignored it.
"No, you get it," she grumbled, snuggling into her pillow and further under the blanket.
"It's your apartment."
"It's our apartment," she corrected, but she reluctantly climbed out of bed, summoning her red silk robe and slipped it on over her t-shirt and shorts. "Just so you're aware, whoever this is on the other side of the door is going to get an eyeful of me being half naked," she said amused, as she made her way out of the bedroom.
"Over my dead body!" Dean growled and she laughed loudly.
She opened the door and her laughter stopped.
"Kings," she frowned. "What are you doing here?" She asked confused; he'd never made a house call before.
"I think you know why I'm here, Hermione," he replied, a knowing look in his eyes.
Hermione felt dread fill her and she nodded, before opening the door wider and gesturing for him to enter her apartment.
"Dean, get dressed, we have a problem!" She called, as she stopped in the kitchen to fetch the fixings for a cup of tea.
"What is it, Glinda!" He replied.
"Just get out here!"
As she sat herself down on the couch and Kingsley sat himself on the armchair, both Dean and Sam entered the living room and they both looked to have thrown on the first items of clothing they had found. They stumbled in their steps when they saw Kingsley.
"Dean, Sam, you remember Minister Shacklebolt," she said.
They both nodded, taking a seat on either side of her, and Kingsley seemed to be watching Dean as he sat down, putting his arm on the back of the couch behind Hermione.
"What's going on, Glinda?" Dean asked.
"He knows," she sighed, running a hand through her hair, making it frizzier than normal and Dean's mouth twitched in amusement at the sight, before he frowned.
"He knows what?"
"He knows about last night."
Dean stiffened.
"How?" He questioned, his eyes turning to Kingsley as he pulled Hermione to lean against him and tucking her into his side, almost protectively.
"He was found by a passerby and escorted to St. Mungo's. He woke not long ago and luckily, the MLE Department has been short staffed so Draco was asked to step in and take his statement. He came straight to my office."
"So much for him keeping his mouth shut," Hermione mumbled.
"He deserved it," Dean said, not bothering to deny anything.
"I don't doubt he did," Kingsley said, and Hermione's eyes widened in surprise. "The war may be over but The Order's still a family, and we look out for each other. No one was happy with what Newton did to you, and they certainly weren't pleased with the outcome of the charges being dropped."
"Are you here to arrest Dean?" She asked quietly, her hand moving to rest against Dean's thigh.
"No, we're going to make sure nothing comes of this."
"You can't do that, Kings."
"I'd like to see you stop me. Newton got away with it the first time, this is his punishment."
"He'll file a lawsuit, accuse The Ministry of being corrupt."
"Between myself, Harry and Draco, we can and we will make this go away. I have no doubt your husband was defending you from a man that has previously caused you harm. Harry is going to stand as your alibi; you left the bar and returned home at ten-thirty, the assault is recorded as taking place half an hour later. No one will question Harry Potter. We will protect you."
"We're returning to America today."
"That's good, it'll allow some time for all of this to blow over, we'll try to keep it out of The Prophet, but I doubt we'll be successful, you know how their reporters work. You won't receive The Prophet in America so we'll do our best to keep you informed and we'll run interference, until another story comes along and makes the headlines and this will all be forgotten about," Kingsley said. "Now, I best be off, I have to get to The Ministry."
He stood to leave and Hermione stood to show him out. Before they reached the door, Kingsley turned around and looked at Dean.
"I believe he got exactly what he deserved, you certainly did a number on him. The healers were surprised by the amount of damage done without the aid of magic. Where did you learn to inflict such harm?"
"Hell."