CHAPTER SIXTY-SIX
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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"Why do you have that look on your face?" Dean asked, raising an eyebrow as they all stepped out of the floo and into the Cambridge apartment.
Once Kingsley had left, the three Winchesters had left to ready for the coming day, once they had packed up their belongings and ate their lunch, they floo'd back to America.
"Why didn't you tell me I missed your birthday?" She asked, turning to look at Sam.
"I'm sorry?" He questioned with a confused a frown.
"Your birthday, it's May 2nd."
"And?"
"And I missed your birthday, by almost two weeks. Why didn't you tell me?"
"To be honest, I forgot," he shrugged. "We don't really celebrate birthdays and holidays. How did you even know?"
"I asked Bobby, since I realised I didn't know your birthdays. And as for this no celebrating birthdays or holidays, it no longer stands. We will be celebrating everything from now on, including Pancake Day."
"What?" The brothers asked, looking confused.
"Pancake Day, an entire day dedicated to eating pancakes, and there is not a chance in hell I'm missing out on pancakes because you don't celebrate holidays," she crossed her arms with a scowl, and their mouths twitched in amusement. "I'm still mad at you for not telling me it was your birthday. You're only twenty-five once, and so, I have a surprise for you." Her scowl turned into a smile. "Actually, it's for the both of you."
The brothers eyed each other as she grabbed them and dragged them down the corridor, stopping in front of one of the rooms they knew to be a bedroom.
"Open it," she stepped back and grinned.
"Why? We've already seen it, it's a bedroom decorated in black and white," Sam said.
"Just open it," her grin widened and she practically rocked on the balls of her feet. "Please, open it before I burst."
They both looked at her strangely, before sharing a look and Dean stepped forward, opening the door and pushing it open until it hit the wall behind it and they stepped inside. Hermione followed them into the room, her eyes sweeping the room as she hadn't seen the finished product, it had actually been a last minute decision before they left Bobby's the night before they left to England. She wasn't disappointed with the results.
The large room that had once been a bedroom was now even larger, thanks to the magical contractors she'd called in when they were in England. It was no longer a bedroom, but a library and armoury.
The black and white colour scheme had been changed to pale green and brown, with the walls being pale green, with brown, white and silver accents and the furniture in the room being a dark brown. There were no windows in the room and large bookcases lined three of the walls and they were filled beyond capacity with the help of magic, allowing them to hold more than should've been possible and each book was relevant to their hunting.
There was a large wooden table in the room with four chairs surrounding it, a couch and matching arm chair sat in the centre of the room with a coffee table in the centre of them. A door sat on the wall behind the entrance door and it led to a storage room filled with salt and pre-drawn demon traps, which Hermione could easily place in their motel rooms or when they set traps, saving them time demon proofing their rooms.
"What is this?" Sam questioned, his eyes sweeping the bookcases.
She grinned. "This is your Hunter's Library." They blinked at her. "This is our home base, at least temporarily," she said, and whilst Dean stared at her, Sam looked confused by her words, seeing as he didn't know about Hermione's and Dean's plans to have a house built.
"Originally I thought about merging my magical library with this one, but that would be potentially problematic, seeing as some of my texts can be deadly and I can't risk either of you getting injured from something as simple as getting too close to a book," she explained, whilst Dean's eyes searched the room and Sam perused the bookcases.
"These titles, I know for a fact there's only one copy left in existence and Bobby has them in his study," Sam frowned, pulling his wide eyes away from the bookcases and to her, and Dean's eyes snapped to her too.
"I know, they aren't the originals but they are copies, everything that you would find in Bobby's study you can now find in here, they're identical."
"How is that possible?" He asked awed, his fingers running over the spines.
"Magic," she shrugged. "Bobby gave permission for all of his resources to be copied. Whilst we were away, I had Jinx and Val go to Bobby's to do just that, they also helped him to re-organise his study since they were horrified by the mess they found it in," she chuckled. "Now, if Bobby's unavailable and he has the only book you may need, we now have a copy here, allowing for more than one person to research at the same time."
"But what good is that if we're out of State?" Sam asked, still amazed by what Hermione had done.
"Easy, now that we're back I can link the bookcases to my beaded bag, so that if and when a book is needed and we aren't here or nearby, we can pull that book off the bookcase and out of my beaded bag, so you have it in person. We literally have the library wherever we go. Now, scrolls, manuscripts and the like can be found in the store cupboard, and they're protected with magic, as are all the books, just in case there is ever a break in. Which is highly unlikely due to my security wards, as well as the wards and sigils Castiel put around the building. Only a Winchester is able to remove a text from the bookcases." They stared, open mouthed and she giggled. Dean's features softened at her referring to herself as one of them.
"Now," she turned away from Sam and to Dean and he raised an eyebrow at her. "I know reading isn't your forte, the library is my gift to Sam, for you I have something else," she grinned, before taking his hand and leading him over to the empty back wall, and stopping just were the corners of the walls met.
"I don't get it," Dean commented.
She beamed, before lifting his hand and pressing it palm flat against the wall. A control panel appeared beneath his hand and it flashed blue, before a strange scraping sound was heard, and before his eyes, the wall disappeared, revealing shelves upon shelves filled with every weapon he could possibly need and want.
"Shit," he whispered quietly, taken aback by the fully stocked armoury in front of him.
"I installed an armoury for you," she beamed, almost rocking in excitement. "Knives, athamaes, daggers, machetes, hand guns, bars of iron. And they're all made of different metals: iron, gold, silver, copper and brass. Bobby's working on getting us some weapons that have been blessed so we're truly equipped for whatever we come across, now we're all at less risk of being taken off guard and not having the equipment we need. He also said something about Palo Santo, whatever that is."
"A weapon made of Palo Santo has similar effects to salt and holy water on demons."
"Oh, cool," shrugged. "See, you learn something every day. There's extra ammunition in the store cupboard along with the scrolls, and you'll also find bags of salt and pre-drawn demon traps, courtesy of Bobby, so now you won't be vandalising every motel we stay in. I didn't bother with substances such as rosemary and like, since I have it all in my potions lab, and things such as fire and sunlight I can easily mimic with my wand."
They both stared at her completely speechless.
"And I have one final surprise for the both of you." She clicked her fingers and two ID's appeared, she handed one to them both. "No more mishaps with the collection of fake ID'S you have. You now have one like mine, in which the person will see whatever identity you want them to," she grinned. "Now we're all safer in our way of life as we're better prepared. And now, I must speak with the house-elves regarding a few matters, since I've been gone. I'll leave you two alone to explore your new Hunter's HQ," she said amused.
She turned and made to leave the room, but Dean took her wrist before she reached the door. He spun her around to face him and his mouth crashed down onto hers, kissing her until she was breathless and she was pulled flushed against him, feeling the hard planes of his figure, and the bulge in his jeans.
She gasped when she pulled back from him, his eyes dark and lustful, and he brought his lips to her ear, whispering sinful words that had her biting her lip and gripping the arms of his jacket. She turned her eyes to Sam, seeing him completely oblivious to his surroundings with his head buried in a book.
She took a deep, calming breath.
"Not for a few more days yet," she breathed out.
He growled against her ear and placed a kiss to the weak spot behind her ear. She gasped, before reluctantly pulling back from him and leaving out the door, completely aware of his gaze burning into her back as he watched her leave.
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"Where's Baby?" Dean asked.
He entered the kitchen to find Hermione dressed for bed and covertly making a sandwich before Mimsy could turn up and scold her. They had several cases that Bobby wanted them to check out and they would be leaving in the morning to begin with the first.
"In the building's parking garage, and I promise, she's been treated like royalty since being here. The house-elves want to impress you and they took very good care of her."
"Why would they want to impress me?" He frowned, standing beside her and leaning back against the counter.
"You're their new Master," she shrugged. "They want to prove they're worthy of being bound to you, just as they are to me. There's nothing either of us can do about it, it's their nature. I'll take you down after I eat my sandwich, I'm starving."
He snorted but didn't bother commenting, knowing it would make her mad and she'd probably hex him in his sleep, or worse, make him sleep on the couch.
Hermione ate her sandwich faster than Dean believed possible, before she led them to the elevator and pressed a series of buttons his eyes couldn't keep up with. It was a short ride to the parking structure beneath the building, and when they stepped out of the elevator, his eyes took in his surroundings, seeing the large area but only a handful of cars.
"Wizarding folk don't require the need for cars due to magical forms of travel. I have a few Muggleborn residents, and they use their cars only to visit their muggle relatives so they don't get suspicious," she explained, as she led them over to the Impala.
Dean's eyes widened when he saw it; he'd never seen it look so clean and polished before. He could see his reflection perfectly in the shine of the black paint. He walked around the car, seeing that the wheels and windows had been cleaned and polished until they gleamed, too. He climbed into the car, immediately noticing that the odd smell that usually accompanied the car was now gone. It smelled clean, like lemons, and there was not a speck of dust or dirt anywhere to be seen. The faded leather of the seats looked to have been taken care of as well, seeing as it looked to be brand new.
"Surprised?" She asked amused, standing by the open driver's side door. He nodded in silence, and she chuckled. "I told you they'd take good care of her, I think they spent more time on your car than they did Bobby's study, and that's saying something."
He turned his eyes to her, still wide and awed.
"Come on, I have something I want to show you," she gestured for him to get out of the car, and he followed her to the back of the car, standing by the trunk. "I know you already had a weapons case, but I had it upgraded."
At her words he opened the trunk, then the weapons case and his eyes widened, seeing a smaller version of the armoury in the library.
"Even with magic, there's only so much that can be contained in that case, but now we have everything we could possibly need with us, unfortunately, it isn't linked to my beaded bag like the library is, for reasons I won't bother going into, so when we need to restock we'll have to return here," she shrugged.
Before she could blink, she was crushed to his chest as he hugged her tightly, his head buried in her wild curls and his arms wrapped around her.
"Thank you," he muttered.
"You're welcome, even though I have access to magical healing, I'll do anything I can to minimise injury and making sure we are correctly equipped is only part of it."
"Do I even want to know where you got all the weapons from?"
"Not really,"
He chuckled. "Well, if we weren't feared before, we will be now."
"The Witch and The Hunters. That certainly is a dynamic trio."
"The Winchesters, the supernatural isn't going to know what's hit them."