CHAPTER SEVENTY-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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"Can we go in the pool outside?" James asked.
"I suppose so since it's warm enough, but you have to put on your sun cream, we don't want you getting burnt."
"Why don't you just use magic?" He asked.
"We're in the Muggle World, James, we can't risk people seeing me magically applying sun cream or using a spell to protect you. We have to do everything the muggle way."
"Alright," he said as they approached the entrance to the swimming baths.
They quickly made their way to the changing rooms, James and Albus going with Dean and Sam and Hermione took Lily, before they met up at the entrance to the large outdoor pool, equipped with water slides and lounge chairs surrounding the pool.
Hermione wasn't oblivious to Dean's eyes on her body, partially appreciative, but also confused as she had glamoured her scars so no one would see them. Normally she wouldn't have bothered or cared, but she didn't want the children asking questions. She'd also glamoured Dean's and Sam's for the same reason, but they hadn't noticed yet.
She wore a simple black bikini with her hair tied up into a bun. Lily was dressed in a cute little pink bathing suit with frills, whilst James opted for a black pair of swimming trunks to match Dean's, and Albus opted for blue to match Sam's. Much to Hermione's amusement their favourites were clear.
"Armbands first," Hermione said, catching James by the arm before he tried to make a break for the pool. "It's for your safety."
"Fine," he grumbled, allowing Hermione to put the armbands on him, and doing the same for Albus, before they both dashed off to jump in the water.
"I'll go," Sam chuckled, making after the children and ensuring they didn't hurt anyone else or themselves.
Hermione made her way around the pool, looking for an empty lounge chair and luckily she found three, which she set towels down on to claim them before anyone else could. She perched herself on one, and sat Lily in front of her as she lathered the little redhead in sun cream.
"Where are your scars?" Dean asked.
"I covered them with magic so no one would see them."
"Why?" He frowned.
"I'm not ashamed of my body, Dean," she told him. "I did it for the children. We all do. The children are too young to understand the sacrifices we made for the war, and they're too young to understand the sacrifices we continue to make every day in order to protect them. If the children see my scars they'll ask questions, questions that I don't want to have to answer when they're so young. I don't want them to form bad opinions of werewolves because one tried to kill me and marked me, I don't want them to form a bad opinion of a hippogriff because one injured me. There's enough prejudice in the world and it can't be combated if children are fed information to hate a species or creature at a young age. They need to be old enough to understand both sides of the story; they need to be old enough to form their own opinions without the influence of someone else."
"You surprise me more and more each day," he said.
She smiled. "That's good; it means I'm keeping you on your toes."
"You always do, Sweetheart," he replied, leaning over to kiss her and then pulling back. "So, Lily Petal," Dean said, making Lily giggle and Hermione smiled. "Shall we go swimming?"
"I go spl-as' too," the almost two year old said.
"Brilliant idea, let's get your Uncle Sammy," he grinned, picking Lily up and making his way to the pool, leaving Hermione to lounge back and enjoy the sun whilst she had the chance.
She watched as Dean silently crept up behind Sam with Lily on his back and her arms around his neck, and he motioned for James and Albus to be quiet when they saw him approaching. Hermione fished out her camera, thankful she'd remembered to charm it to look muggle in appearance and she documented the entire scene as it played out.
Dean shuffled Lily until she sat on his hip and together they splashed Sam, the boys found it hilarious and Sam had looked murderous, intending to repay Dean in kind; only Dean had the best defence possible. He had Lily in his arms and Sam wouldn't attack Dean with her nearby, though the look he gave Dean promised retribution the moment he was no longer protected. Hermione laughed from her place on the lounge chair and took plenty of photos of the children and their Uncles in the pool together, though Dean was reluctant to give Lily up to Sam, knowing the moment he did, he was in for it.
It was an hour later when Dean's jealousy streak made an appearance, logically he knew he had no reason to be to jealous, but that didn't stop him from feeling it.
He caught sight of Hermione lounging on the chair, soaking up the sun and looking as beautiful as she always did, only now the sun made her skin glow and her hair shiny. You could see her feminine curves, her flat stomach and the cleavage of her breasts. You could see her long legs and her dainty feet with her toe nails painted a pale pink and looking adorable as they matched her fingernails. Her hair was still in the messy bun, only a few curls had sprung free and were framing her heart shaped face. There was a little pout on her mouth, making her completely kissable and her eyes were hidden behind round, black sunglasses.
Fuck, she was beautiful! An Angel.
He came back to himself when the subject of his jealousy spoke again. It was three teenaged boys, who Dean assumed couldn't have been older than sixteen, seventeen at a push. They were all wearing differently coloured swimming trunks; two of them were brunettes, another blonde. The brunettes both had brown eyes whilst the blonde had green, and were one of the brunettes was pale, the others were tanned, and none of them were taller than five-foot-eleven. And judging by their slightly muscled frames, he'd guess they played a sport of some kind.
He narrowed his eyes on them, and seeing as they were stood close to the edge of the pool near to where he was with Lily perched on the side of the pool, splashing water at him with her feet, he was able to hear what they were saying and it was clear it was about his wife.
"Would check her out," one of the brunettes said. "Fuck, she's hot, man! What I'd do to her," he said, and the others laughed.
"As if you'd have a shot at her, Nate," the other brunette said with a laugh. "We both know she'd prefer me over you."
"In your dreams, Mike," the blonde snorted. "She'd want someone who knew what they were doing."
"And what, Chris? You're the one to do that?" The one he knew was called Nate asked.
"Obviously, I'd have her eating out of the palm of my hand before she knew it," he said smugly. "She'll be begging for it within the hour."
"A girl like that's probably got a boyfriend," Nate said.
"Like that would stop me," Chris said.
The other two smirked. "Very well, you get first go at her," Mike said.
"Watch and learn," he said, before puffing out his chest and making his way towards Hermione.
Dean had a decision to make. He could beat the shit out of them for the way they'd spoken about his wife, or, he could watch what Hermione would do to the kid, and then beat the shit out of them. The latter won as it was sure to be the most entertaining.
Dean picked up Lily, moving along the side of the pool until he was closer to where Hermione was lounging, so he could watch the scene unfold from a better advantage point.
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Hermione had been relaxing as she lounged on the chair in the warm sunshine, when her peace was ruined as she heard whispers from her right, and then she felt the change in temperature as the sun was blocked from reaching her.
She opened her eyes, seeing what she guessed was a seventeen year old boy, standing beside her lounger and looking down at her. She admitted, the blonde could be considered good looking, but in a few years he'd grow into his looks and hopefully his ears, too.
She brought her hand up to her sunglasses and pushed them up off her eyes, holding them in place against her forehead.
"Can I help you?" She said politely.
The blonde's eyes widened, obviously he hadn't been expecting her accent. Her eyes followed his when he looked over his shoulder, seeing two brunettes who looked to be the same age as him. Hermione quickly put the pieces together and she knew what was about to happen.
"I'm Chris," he said, apparently pulling himself together and finding his voice. He held his hand out and Hermione took it, slipping her free hand into his.
"Hermione," she replied, before quickly removing her hand from his hold.
"Hermione, a beautiful name for a beautiful woman," he said with grin.
Hermione barely stopped herself from rolling her eyes. "Was there something I could help you with? Have you lost your parents? I'd be happy to help you look for them," she said, just as she heard hysterical laughter coming from the two brunettes off to the side of them.
The blonde smiled, apparently brushing off her subtle signal that she thought he was too young for her. She had the feeling she was going to have to be more obvious.
"Why would I need you to do that?" He asked, moving to sit beside her on the empty lounge chair.
"You're what? Fifteen?" She said, hearing the laughter from the other teens growing louder.
The blonde chuckled and shook his head. "No, I'm a lot older than I look; I'm turning twenty-one next month."
"Yes, in six years," Hermione muttered quietly. "I'm sorry, was there something I could help you with?" She asked louder this time.
"I just saw you sitting over here, looking as stunning as you do, and I thought to myself, I wonder if Sleeping Beauty would let me buy her a drink."
"Sleeping Beauty was blonde," Hermione corrected.
"But my analogy was correct, you were a Sleeping Beauty," he smiled charmingly.
She was sure it would work on girls his own age, but she had her own handsome charmer who only had to look at her to dampen her knickers. Thinking of her husband, her eyes searched the pool for him, seeing him close by with Lily sat on the edge of the pool and splashing water at Dean with her feet whilst he tickled her and she laughed loudly. But given his close presence, she suspected he'd seen or heard the teenagers likely talking before she was approached, which would explain him being nearby.
One look at his face confirmed her theory, and since he hadn't come over yet, it meant he was doing his best to listen in to her conversation, waiting for her to let the teenager down before he made his move. She knew him better than anyone else, even Sam couldn't argue with her on that.
"So?"
She pulled her eyes away from her husband.
"So?"She questioned.
"May I buy you a drink?"
"Of water?" She questioned, pulling her sunglasses off entirely and placing them on the lounger since her arm was hurting from holding them up.
"If you'd like," he chuckled. "Though I was thinking of something with more of a kick to it."
"They don't sell alcohol here."
"They don't?" He said, sounding surprised. "Then I'll guess I'll have to take you out so I can buy you that drink I promised."
Hermione had to admit, that was quite clever what he'd done, but she wasn't falling for it and she was tired of the conversation, it was time to be blunter with her words.
"Listen, Chris, I don't want to sound like a bitch, but I think I'm a bit too old for you, and you'd be much better suited to working that charm on girls your own age."
He smiled at her, seeming to be unaffected by her words. "It takes a real woman to handle what I have to offer," he said, giving her a suggestive look as his eyes swept her body.
She held in her sigh.
"Seriously, I'm twenty-seven, I could be arrested for even looking at you. I know you're not the age you say you are, and your friends' reactions over there confirm my theory," she gestured to the teens, who suddenly became more interested in the ground when she caught them staring.
"So, what is it you're after?" She questioned. "You know, don't answer that, I'm sure I could figure it out. But as I said, I'm too old for you, you're better off going after someone your own age, and even if you were almost twenty-one, I still wouldn't sleep with you. First of all, I'm not a one night stand kind of girl," she told him. "And second of all..."
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"What are you glaring at?" Sam asked, approaching him whilst also keeping an eye on James and Albus as they splashed about in the shallow end of the pool.
"Nothing," Dean muttered.
Sam's eyes swept the area before landing on the two teens, laughing to themselves and then his eyes landed on Hermione, who looked less than impressed with the teen sat beside her.
"Ah," Sam said, understanding dawning on him. "Your death glare now makes sense," he chuckled. "Have you heard anything?"
Dean's mouth twitched. "She asked if he needed help with finding his parents."
Sam blinked, before he burst out laughing and for no apparent reason, Lily laughed along with him.
"You know, I'm so glad we met her," Sam shook his head.
"You and me both," Dean mumbled. "Now, take over watching Lily Petal..." Lily giggled. "So I can make my presence known."
"Alright, go get your witch," Sam teased, moving to cage Lily in his arms so she couldn't fall into the pool if she lost her balance whilst splashing him by kicking water at him.
Dean made his way to the steps which weren't far away from Hermione. He climbed the steps and brushed the water out of his hair, before approaching her, his gaze immediately locking on hers and he felt his length twitch at the clear look of hunger she held in her eyes.
He felt a smirk pulling at his mouth. He knew he had her attention and soon, the blonde would realise his mistake in going after his Hermione.
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Hermione's breath caught in her throat and she felt her heart beat pick up as she watched Dean climb up the steps and out of the pool. Water droplets ran down his chest and the sun made his tanned skin glow. He ran his hand through his hair, pushing it back from his face before he made his way towards her.
For Hermione, his approach happened in slow motion; it reminded her of something you'd see on Bay Watch. She blinked the thought away and sighed.
Bloody hell, it should be illegal to be so bloody sexy!
She could feel her body responding to the lustful gaze he had trained on her, and she bit her lip to stop herself from making any inappropriate sounds, particularly given the public setting they were in.
"And second of all?" The teen beside her prompted with a frown, though he didn't appear to be giving up in his pursuing of her.
"Hello, Wife," Dean spoke, his darkening eyes on her.
Hermione's heart skipped a beat. "Hello, Husband," she replied breathlessly.
He smirked at her, knowing it wouldn't take much to convince her to leave with him for a little while so he could ravish her somewhere.
She shook her head. "I'm married," she said to the teen, seeing his wide eyes looking Dean up and down.
"Is this kid bothering you, Sweetheart?" Dean asked, narrowing his eyes on the blonde.
"A little, though I was just telling him he'd be much more successful in going after someone his own age. Wouldn't you agree?"
"I don't really care who he chases after, so long as it's far away from you and the kids, they don't need to see you beating him off with a stick, they're so young and it would be such a shame for them to learn of your violent tendencies so early on in their lives."
She reached over and smacked at his leg. In response he moved closer, lifted Hermione's feet and then he sat down on her lounger, placing her feet in his lap.
"Be nice," she warned, though she found his comment amusing, she didn't show it.
"I am being nice," he argued. "I haven't punched him yet."
The blonde visibly paled.
"Such a cave man," Hermione rolled her eyes, before turning her attention back to the teen. "Ignore him; he's a tad over protective."
"If you speak about my wife so crassly again, I'll beat the shit out of you, and that goes for your friends, too."
The blonde looked as though he were going to faint.
"Dean!" Hermione scolded. "There is no need for that"
"Sorry, Sweetheart, but you didn't hear the things he said about you and I did, loud and clear. He's lucky he's still breathing."
"Still, there is no excuse for such threats; he's a kid for God's Sake."
"A kid that spoke of you in a manner that is demeaning and degrading," he pointed out.
"I bet you did the same when you were his age."
"That's not relevant."
"How is it not relevant?"
"I wasn't a married man back then, and I didn't say those things about another man's wife, especially in front of him."
"You know what, I don't even care." She reached down to the floor and picked up the sun cream. "Put this on my back for me," she said, handing it to him.
"Gladly," he smirked.
She shifted until she lay on her stomach and he moved to sit beside her, putting the sun cream on his hands and rubbing it into her shoulders. She sighed when his hands touched her skin and she bit her lip as he massaged at the point between her neck and her shoulder.
He pushed down harder and a moan tore from the back of her throat and Dean smirked at the sound. He turned his head seeing the teen still sat there, staring with wide eyes and with a blush covering his cheeks.
"You're still here?" Dean questioned with a raised eyebrow. Before he could blink the blonde was gone and on the other side of the pool with his friends.
"Marked your territory?" Hermione said through a sigh, as he moved between her shoulder blades.
"Yes, thank you," he said, leaning forward and placing a kiss to the back of her neck.
The feeling of his hands on her body had her rubbing her legs together and Dean noticed with a smirk. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, words that had her breath catching and her insides clenching. She was too far gone to forget about it. She was going to kill him later on.
She sat up and pushed him away from her, before grabbing her bag and making her way over to the pool.
"I'm going to get a drink, do you want anything?" Hermione asked, looking down at Sam.
"You're both going? Why does it take two of you?" He questioned amused and not bothering to hide it; he'd known what was going to happen since he'd seen the teen hitting on Hermione and the glare on Dean's face.
"I can't carry it all by myself," she answered calmly. "I'll see if they sell food, too, otherwise we'll have to leave for lunch and come back afterwards, which is a bit of a pain in the arse to be honest, and we'll have to pay re-admittance."
"Hmm," Sam hummed.
Hermione scowled at him. "Just keep an eye on the boys, if they get too much to handle just pull them out of the water and sit them on the sun loungers, they need to have more sun cream applied anyway."
She turned and walked away with Dean following behind her.
"Have fun!" Sam called.
"I'm going to kill him!" She muttered.
Dean chuckled and followed her through the building, being mindful to try and be as normal as possible as to not give anything away about their current intentions.
Dean pulled her towards the toilets, but Hermione kicked him in the shin and stormed away, leaving him rubbing at the aching limb and following after her, whilst she tried to find somewhere clean, suitable and private enough to shag her husband silly.
They happened upon a locked supply room and Hermione checked that there were no security cameras, before subtly unlocking the door with her wand. She checked inside the supply room for security cameras and when she found none, she pulled Dean in by the waist band of his trunks and locked the door behind them.
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"Sorry we took so long," Hermione said, approaching Sam and the children as they now sat on the loungers by the pool. "The queues at the tills were murder," she said.
She dropped the armful of sandwiches, crisps, chocolate bars and fruit onto the chair, whilst Dean had the rest, including the bottled water and the juice cartons for the children.
"I bet they were," Sam replied with a knowing smirk. Hermione scowled. "It's not so nice, is it?"
"The only difference being I'm not embarrassed," Hermione said. "You want me to say it? Fine, I snuck off to have sex with my husband in a supply closet, because I couldn't help myself," she said quietly so the children wouldn't hear.
Sam grimaced and Dean smirked.
"It's your own fault, Sammy; you're the one that had to wind her up."
"I mean, we are trying for a baby, Sam. That means we've got to take every chance we get, especially when I'm most fertile." Hermione said innocently.
"Please stop!" Sam begged.
"And believe me, Sam; we do take every opportunity we are presented with," she smirked. "I mean, I doubt there's a place we haven't done it yet," she said thoughtfully. "I'm pretty sure we've done it in every motel we've stayed in, even when we were forced to share a room, of course we waited until you left, that would be creepy otherwise," she said. "Let's see, there's the shower, our bedroom, we almost done it on the kitchen table but Mimsy let you into the apartment and we had to stop."
Sam's face was a sight to behold; it was something Dean would never forget.
"We haven't done it on the couch," she mused. "Yet," she added. "Whereelse? Oh that's right, we've done it on the car and in the car, what? Twice?"
"Three times," Dean corrected with a smirk. "You're forgetting about that time we stopped for fuel a few weeks ago."
"Oh yeah, now that had been particularly intense, especially since we were almost caught when a police car drove past."
Sam made a whining sound and he covered his ears.
"For the love of everything that is right with the world, please stop talking. I don't need to know about your baby making dalliances. And please tell me you didn't do it in the back seat," he begged. "Oh Jesus, you have haven't you?"
"Twice," Hermione nodded. "And once on the driver's side," she said innocently.
"I think I'm going to be sick," he muttered, putting his head in his hands.
"Stop being a baby, I spelled the seats clean," she rolled her eyes.
"Well that makes everything alright then," he grumbled.
"To be fair, you started it," Dean said. "You should know by now that you can't win an argument with her."
"Yeah," James piped up, his voice muffled by the fact he had a chocolate bar in his mouth. "Dad says only an idiot would argue with Aunt 'Mione."
"We already know Sammy's an idiot, Buddy. I've known it since he was brought home from the hospital," Dean said.
Sam scowled, before turning to look at James. "How much of that conversation did you hear?"
"When Uncle Dean said you started the argument," he shrugged.
"Good," the three adults said together.
"Sam, eat your sandwich," Hermione said.
"I feel sick."
"Oh, now you're being ridiculous," she huffed.
"I am not! You've scarred me for life!" He argued.
"How so?"
"I don't ever want to think of you in a sexual way and certainly not with my brother. It's bad enough that I sometimes have to hear it, but having you actually describe what you get up to is horrifying."
"It's not horrifying," Hermione defended. "In fact, it feels bloody amazing."
Sam made a whining sound and Dean chuckled.
"Alright, Glinda, I think he's learned his lesson," he said, taking pity on his little brother.
Hermione smiled innocently, before turning her attention to convincing the children to eat some fruit before they had more chocolate.
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"That was so much fun!" James commented with a sleepy yawn, as he was being carried by Sam out of the lift and into the apartment.
"Yeah, best day ever," Albus said tiredly, whilst he was being carried by Hermione, and Dean had Lily who was already asleep.
"Can we go again tomorrow?" James asked.
"Don't you want to do something different?" Sam asked.
James frowned.
"Harry, Ginny," Hermione stopped in surprise as she entered her living room, seeing her two friends sitting on the couch, apparently waiting for them to return home.
"Mum! Dad!" The boys yelled, before wiggling to be put down and they rushed to their parents, being engulfed by their hugs.
"I hope you haven't been waiting long," Hermione said, walking over to them.
"Not too long, we should've known not to come over unannounced, we know you always take the kids out when they're here," Harry smiled at her, and pulled her into a hug.
"Everything alright?"
"Everything's fine now," he confirmed. "Thank you."
"No problem, we've loved having them," she replied, pulling back from Harry and moving so she could hug Ginny.
"Mum! Dad! We've been to the park and Uncle Dean let us go in his car," James said excitedly. "And we went to the zoo and we had ice cream and Aunt 'Mione chased Albus and kissed him 'coz he said her kissing Uncle Dean was gross..." Harry and Ginny snorted. "And Uncle Dean told us a story about him and Uncle Sam going hunting and Uncle Sam lost the rabbit foot and got bad luck. He lost his shoe and set himself on fire, and he fell over, and got kidnapped, but it's okay, Uncle Dean rescued him. Yay! Uncle Dean and..."
"James, breathe," Harry interrupted with a chuckle, whilst also looking confused about what he'd just said.
James took a deep breath. "Okay, and today we went swimming, and Lily and Uncle Dean splashed Uncle Sam, a lot, and Aunt 'Mione had a fight with Uncle Sam, and Uncle Dean said he'd known Uncle Sam was an idiot since he'd been brought home from the hospital, 'coz Dad says only an idiot argues with Aunt 'Mione..." Harry and Ginny chuckled. "And we had a water fight and Uncle Sam threw me and Albus into the pool and Uncle Dean took us on the cool water slides and then Uncle Dean and Uncle Sam had a fight whilst we sat with Aunt 'Mione, it was so funny. Uncle Sam pushed Uncle Dean into the pool, so Uncle Dean put Uncle Sam's head under the water, and then Aunt 'Mione called them both idiots, so they pushed her into the pool. She was so mad, it was brilliant!" He finished, going silent and panting as he'd rushed to tell them everything.
"It sounds like you've had a very fun time with your Aunt and Uncles," Harry laughed whilst trying to dislodge Albus from his leg. The boys nodded. "Well, as much as we hate to pull you away from all the fun, we have to get you home, your Aunt and Uncles have a job to do." The boys frowned.
"Don't worry, my little wizards, you can visit any time you want. Your mum and dad will let us know and we'll make sure we're here for you," Hermione said.
"Okay," they both said, though they still sounded sad.
"Now come say goodbye," she said.
The boys hugged Hermione, Sam and Dean, who reluctantly handed Lily over to Harry, though she woke in the process and blinked in surprise, before seeing her father and throwing her arms around him and squealing happily.
"I missed you too, Lily," he chuckled, placing a kiss to her forehead.
Dean felt his chest tighten. That was what he wanted for himself and Hermione. He just had to be patient.
"Say good bye to your Aunt and Uncles," Ginny said.
Apparently being too tired to speak, Lily settled for waving, and Harry stepped forward, shaking Sam's hand and then Dean's.
"Thanks for looking after them," Harry said.
"They're no bother," Dean replied, tucking his hands into his pockets. "And a word of advice?" Harry frowned. "James, be careful what you say around him."
"What do you mean?"
"He confided in me," Dean said, surprising Harry. "That kid of yours is smarter than you realise, he heard the argument, he said Lily was sad and Albus cried. He asked me if you and Ginny were going to leave each other."
Harry's eyes widened. "Oh My God," he muttered in horror.
"I eased his worries the best I could, but be more careful next time, he understands more than you give him credit for."
"Right, well, thank you," Harry nodded, still with a slight frown on his face.
Dean nodded in reply before looking to the half asleep Lily in Harry's arms.
"And I'll see you soon, Lily Petal."
Harry raised an eyebrow at Dean's nickname for his daughter, and Lily giggled. Dean's vision was obscured by red hair when he found himself being hugged by Ginny.
"Thank you for looking after my babies, I know they can be a handful."
"They were no bother," Dean repeated, shuffling on his feet nervously when Ginny pulled back.
"I don't believe that," she chuckled, before talking James' and Albus' hands in hers and heading to the floo.
The family stepped into the fireplace and just as they disappeared into the flames they heard James speak.
"Hey, Dad, when we were at the park Aunt 'Mione made us cover our ears so she could tell off the bad ladies for saying mean things about her and Uncle Dean and Uncle Sam."
The last thing they saw was Harry's amused smile and Ginny's knowing smirk.
"And they're gone, I'm going to miss them," Hermione sighed. "Right, I suppose we better get some rest, we have a werewolf to find."
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"You okay?" Hermione asked, as she exited the bathroom and saw Dean sat on the edge of the bed in his boxers.
"Yeah, I guess I just miss them," he admitted.
She chuckled. "I know, I miss the little devils, too, I always do."
"Spending the last few days with them has made me realise something."
"What?"
"I want a family with you," he turned to look at her, his eyes locking onto hers. "I know I said I wanted a baby, but now, I'm one hundred percent committed to having a family with you. Those kids have shown me what my life could be like when children are involved and I want that. I want what your brothers and sisters have, and I want to have it with you. I'm still worried that I'll mess up, but not as much as I was before. Those children have shown me how my priorities need to change, they've shown me what I need to do and be in order to keep a child safe and raise them right. And I've realised something else, too."
"And that is?" She asked softly.
"I think we should have three kids, at least."
Hermione chuckled. "Three?"
"At least," he nodded. "I'm not opposed to putting more than one baby in you."
She snorted. "No, I'm well aware of that. Three?" He nodded again. "I think that's a good number," she agreed.
"And I want at least one girl," he told her.
She laughed. "Yes, I've seen what you're like with Lily, we've got to make sure you get your daddy's little girl."
"And I'm going to spoil her rotten," he agreed. "And no unrelated man is allowed to get within twenty feet of her. She'll be locked away from men for her entire life and she'll be surrounded by dolls and cats. She's not allowed to date and she's certainly not allowed to get married. And if I ever discover she's talking to a boy, I'll kill him for corrupting the innocent mind of my little girl."
Hermione bit her lip. "Of course, and I'll buy her pretty dresses and shoes that match. And pretty bows to put in her hair."
"She'll have your hair."
"And she'll have your eyes," Hermione said.
"And should we have boys, they'll be protective of her and I'll drill it into them that should a boy approach her, they're to knock his head off," Dean spoke. "And when they're old enough, I'll teach them to shoot, you can teach them to throw knives and I'll teach them how to drive, and I'll teach them how to fight, we can use Sammy as a practice dummy."
Hermione snorted. "Yes, you'll teach them all about hunting and I'll teach them all about magic and potions, and when they graduate from school, I'll teach them every single spell I know to make them great wizards. I'll buy them their first Quidditch jerseys, and despite being terrified they'd get hurt, I'll attend every Quidditch match, should they decide to try out for the team and make it."
"And should they choose the hunting life style we'll hunt together as a family, and should they choose to do something else with their lives, I'll be proud and support them."
"Our hypothetical family sounds perfect," Hermione commented, and they fell silent, before getting ready for bed, lying down and getting comfortable.
"I...I think I'm ready to be father," Dean said quietly.
"I know you are," she responded, holding his hand and squeezing it tightly. "And you're going to be wonderful at it."