CHAPTER EIGHTY-TWO
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.
Page count: 9
One month later...
"No, I'm not doing it."
"Come on, Sweetheart."
"No, someone else can do it."
"You're the only one that can pass as an eighteen years old girl."
"No, another Hunter can take the case."
"We're the closest."
"I don't care, I'm not doing it."
"What aren't you doing?" Sam asked, walking into their room after collecting breakfast since it was his turn that morning.
"We've got a case in Price, Utah," Dean answered.
"And?" Sam questioned with a raised eyebrow, looking at Hermione as she sat on the bed with a scowl on her face and her arms crossed over her chest.
Hermione glared at Dean, before turning to Sam. "And your brother wants to take it."
"Why is that a bad thing? And why is he suddenly my brother, and not your husband?"
"He's not my husband today," she sniffed. "And it's a bad thing because it requires one of us to go undercover in a high school."
"We've done that before, and from what I remember the kids loved you," he shrugged.
Hermione glared at Dean once more.
"It's not as a teacher, but a student," Dean said.
"And not just any student, but a bloody cheerleader, too," Hermione fumed.
Sam looked between Dean and Hermione and he burst out laughing.
"It's not funny," she hissed, and he quickly pulled himself together, seeing that her wand hand was twitching.
"Why a cheerleader?" He asked.
"Three have died in the last nine months," Dean answered.
"What we thinking, ghost? Demon?"
"Possible ghost," Dean nodded. "The only way into the school is through Hermione going undercover as a cheerleader; she'll be able to get insider knowledge."
"Good idea," Sam nodded.
"Excuse me! It's not a good idea! It's a very, very bad idea and I'm not doing it!"
"Why not?" Dean pouted.
Sam got the feeling Dean wanted Hermione in that uniform for more than one reason and he grimaced at the thought, though it didn't surprise him.
"First of all, there is no way they're going to believe I'm eighteen, and second of all, there is not a chance in hell I can pass myself off as an experienced cheerleader. I can't dance and I sure as hell can't do gymnastics."
"She's got a point, they'll want her to audition first, that's even if there's any spaces available," Sam said.
"There is, I checked the school website. And they'll let her on, they're desperate, with the cheerleaders dying their numbers have dropped and so have the number of girls interested in trying out for the team."
"I am absolutely not doing it!"
~000~000~000~
"I hate you," Hermione muttered, bending down and looking through the window of the Impala, as she was currently stood in the car park of the high school.
Dean grinned at her. "I can't wait to see you in that uniform," he winked.
She scowled, before turning and stomping away.
"Hermione!" He called.
She sighed and turned around to face the Impala. She was well aware that the students that were stood nearby or passing by were watching her; she could already hear the gossip spreading.
"What!" She growled.
He appeared amused and he beckoned her over to him. She ground her teeth and made her way back over to him, and he climbed out of the Impala and leaned against the car. She heard the whispers, and despite her annoyance with Dean, jealously flared up within her.
"OMG! Who is that?"
"He's so hot!"
"Should I slip him my number?"
"He's gorgeous!"
Hermione clenched her hands into fists. "What?" sSe growled, coming to a stop in front of him.
He chuckled and grabbed her by the hips, pulling her into him and wrapping his arms around her waist. The whispers grew louder and the number of eyes watching her grew larger.
"Don't be mad, Sweetheart, it's the job."
"Then why can't you have done it?"
"I don't think the skirt would suit me," he shrugged.
She glared and he chuckled. He reached up and pushed her hair out of her face.
"I'm going to miss you," he muttered.
She sighed, her anger suddenly leaving her.
"I'm going to miss you, too," she spoke, leaning into his touch.
"We haven't been away from each other for this long in months."
"I know, hopefully I'll have everything we need by tomorrow and we can leave."
"Be careful," he told her. "We need you healthy if we're to have a baby."
"I'll be careful," she nodded.
"Somehow I doubt that," he snorted.
He took his hand from resting against the side of her neck and put it into his pocket, pulling out a phone and holding it out to her.
"A burner like mine and Sammy's," he told her. "I know you can't use it for long periods of time, but keep it with you in case we need to get in contact with you, or you discover something important that you need to tell us and it can't wait until later. There's only three numbers programmed into the contacts, mine, Sammy's and Bobby's," he explained.
"Alright," she nodded, taking the silver flip phone and slipping it into her back pocket.
"You better get in there and secure your cover, you have everything?"
She nodded. "The Ministry gave me the documents that I need, and they even gave me a few spells that will temporarily allow me to get past trying out for the cheerleading team."
He raised an eyebrow but didn't ask. "I love pie."
"I love pie, too," she replied.
He smiled and she heard the sighs from the girls around her. Dean chuckled at the clear look of jealousy and annoyance on her face, before lowering his head and capturing her mouth in a kiss, sweeping his tongue through her parted lips and into her mouth to tangle with hers.
Everything around her disappeared; it was only her and Dean. She brought her hands up to him, one hand tangling in his hair and the other gripping at his leather jacket. She pulled back from him breathless and rested her forehead against his chest.
"You better go; I'll be here waiting to pick you up."
She nodded, before pulling away from him and walking towards the school, diligently ignoring the jealous and curious looks of the other students. She stopped once more and turned around, seeing that Dean was still watching her.
"I'm still mad at you," she said loud enough for him to hear.
"I know, and you can take that anger out on me tonight," he winked.
She sighed. "You're an idiot."
"I am," he agreed. "But I'm your idiot."
She heard several sighs at that comment.
"Let's keep it that way."
"Sweetheart, as if I have eyes for anyone else but you."
She not only heard sighs but several 'awws' too. Dean threw another wink her way and she rolled her eyes and walked away.
~000~000~000~
The first day had been hell. She'd tried to blend in but that hadn't turned out well. People were interested in her not only because she was the 'new girl' but also because of her accent, and of the display she and Dean had put on that morning, meaning word had spread through the halls.
She'd already had a few people approach her; she was polite but declined their invitations to lunch and tours of the school. She wasn't blind to the looks the boys in her class sent her either, nor was she blind to the whispers and stares when she was walking the halls.
She was only glad the day was almost over. Coincidentally, the cheerleading team was holding tryouts that day and after heading to the changing rooms and putting on her best work out clothes, she was now stood in the gym with only five other girls trying out. She only hoped she could get through it.
She stood patiently waiting against the wall, listening and watching to the other girls before they were all turned away; considering they were desperate for members they sure were picky. With all the other girls gone, this left Hermione as the last applicant. If they hadn't gotten on the team, she didn't know how she would pull it off.
"Hermione Banks," the coach of the team called.
She took a deep breath and pushed off from the wall, making her way into the centre of the gym. She knew she was being scrutinized by every pair of eyes stood before her, including the coach.
Hermione was usually good at reading people, but she wasn't sure about the coach yet. She was small, around five-foot-two and possibly in her late thirties, early forties. Her blonde hair that was cut in a bob was greying and her green eyes had wrinkles.
"You're Hermione Banks?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Yes," she replied, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. She was the only one there, who else would she be?
The coach looked down at her clipboard, likely looking through the application she'd been forced to fill out.
"Transfer student from Boston, straight A's, several extra-curricular activities and a gymnast," she read out. "Though no experience as a cheerleader. Why now?"
"To be honest, I need it for my college application. I'd taken gymnastics at my previous schools for the last thirteen years, and this school doesn't have a gymnastics team. This is the closest option available." They all blinked, having not expected her accent.
"You're British," the coach said in surprise.
Hermione resisted the urge to roll her eyes yet again.
"Yes, I moved to the US when I was thirteen, I've been here the last five years."
"Why try out for the team?"
"From my understanding you have vacancies that need to be filled."
"If you have no experience I see no point in you being on the team."
"It's true I don't have the experience, but you need the members, I need something to do and before you pass judgement, why don't you let me show you what I can do."
The coach narrowed her eyes, before gesturing with her head to get a move on.
Hermione walked back to the other end of the gym and bent down to make it look as though she were checking her shoe laces, when in reality, she was casting the spells The Ministry had given her on her shoes.
She stood, took a deep breath and then the music started.
~000~000~000~
Hermione stood in the changing rooms, staring at herself in the mirror. Her t-shirt and leggings were gone and replaced by the red pleated skirt with white and black lining, and the red sleeveless top, also with black and white lining, and the school's mascot and initials in the centre of her chest. The skirt came up to her belly button and the top stopped just below her ribs, showing a small amount of skin when she lifted her arms.
She looked ridiculous!
She glamoured her tattoo and her scars before stepping out of the toilets. The chatter of the other girls stopped as they stared at her.
"You look amazing, like you were born to be a cheerleader," one of the girls she learned was called Chloe, spoke. She stood and rushed over to her, spinning Hermione in a circle to better see the rest of her.
"I'm not too sure about this," Hermione replied. "Don't you think it's a bit too short?" She said, absentmindedly tugging on the bottom of her skirt to pull it down a little more.
A second girl, Meghan, stood up and slapped Hermione's hands away, pulling her skirt back up and into place.
"Of course it's not, just wait to till the guys on the football team see you," she grinned. Hermione looked at the blondes disbelievingly.
"From what I hear she's already taken," a brunette piped up, Brooke, Hermione thought her name was.
"I've heard the same, just who is this supposedly gorgeous guy?" Chloe asked.
"My boyfriend, Dean," she replied.
"How long have you been together?" A redhead asked her, Hermione thought her name was Hannah.
"Four years," she lied.
"And he followed you from Boston?" Meghan asked curiously.
Hermione bit her lip, how was she going to get around this one.
"My parents died in a car crash last year," she lied. "Dean's a couple years older than me, since I had no other family and I was almost eighteen by this point, we appealed to the court to allow Dean to take guardianship until I turned eighteen. When that didn't work I refused to be put in a foster or care home and I applied for emancipation. It was Dean's idea that we move away from Boston so we could have a fresh start."
They all stared at her speechless, and even Hermione was surprised by how convincing she'd sounded.
She heard a buzzing sound and she turned her attention to her new locker, pulling her phone out and seeing the message from Dean.
I'm outside, can't wait to see you in that uniform.
She felt her mouth twitch. She was still mad at him for making her go undercover as a cheerleader, but she'd missed him and they hadn't been away from each other for more than a few hours since they'd discovered they were married. She was so ashamed of how dependent she was on him, but there was nothing she could do about it, except get used to it.
I'm going to kill you! She replied.
The phone buzzed immediately.
You're right; I don't think my heart can take it.
She snorted. Old age is a pain in the arse.
Old age? Cheeky witch, I should make you walk back.
But then you wouldn't get to see me in my new uniform, and you'd be making me a damsel in distress. The football team has practice; one of the players might see me walking home and offer me a ride.
Over my dead body! Get your ass out here now!
She giggled to herself, snapping the phone shut and taking her bag out of her locker and shutting it.
"I have to go, Dean's here," she said, and she saw them all perk up.
"We'll walk you out," another brunette, Jasmine, said.
"I'm sure I can find the way."
"No, we don't want you getting lost," she replied.
Hermione sighed, knowing exactly why they wanted to walk her out. They wanted to get a look at her handsome husband and see if the rumours were true. They all surrounded her and much to Hermione's annoyance, Chloe and Brooke looped their arms through hers so she couldn't walk ahead of them.
"We have our practice tomorrow after class. We need to see how quickly you can pick up choreography; the football team has a game in three days," Bethany, the Captain of the team spoke. "The season's usually over by now, but we've had some really bad weather and a few of the games had to be cancelled since the other teams couldn't get here, so the season's carried over."
"Oh, okay," Hermione said, trying to sound as though she understood, but to be honest, she didn't have a clue. She'd have to get Dean and Sam to explain the sport to her.
They came to the car park and her eyes immediately landed on Dean, seeing him stood leaning against the Impala with his hands in his pockets and looking off into the distance. God, she'd missed him and he looked as handsome as ever.
"Oh My...He's so hot!"
Hermione felt jealously burn within her as the girls of the team started gushing over her husband.
"I have to go, I'll see you later," Hermione muttered, trying to keep her annoyance out of her tone. She pulled away from them.
"Don't forget, practice tomorrow and wear your uniform to school," Bethany said.
"Why?" Hermione frowned.
"School spirit, we're promoting the football team and their up and coming game."
Hermione sighed but nodded and started her approach towards her husband. As if feeling her presence, his head turned towards her and even from the distance between them, she saw the way he stood straight and his eyes locked on her, roaming her figure hungrily.
She felt a shiver go through her and her insides clenched. By the time she reached him she could see his eyes had darkened, and when she was close enough, his hands reached out to grab her and he pulled her into him, wrapping himself around her and claiming her mouth hungrily.
She was a little surprised by his reaction to her new uniform but she was more than happy to kiss him, her hands tangling in his hair and tugging. She felt his hands shift to her arse and he tugged, picking her up and she wrapped her legs around him, feeling her back being pressed against the Impala. And it was obvious to her that he more than approved of her new outfit, judging by the growing bulge in his jeans that was pressed against her centre.
She only just remembered that the girls were still watching and when she heard chatter and footsteps, she knew the football team had finished with their practice and they were likely getting an eyeful, too.
She pulled back from his mouth and he looked less than impressed.
"We should get out of here," she said breathlessly, since he'd literally stolen her breath with his kiss.
"Great idea," he muttered, placing a kiss to her mouth, nipping at her lip and she moaned and tugged at his hair. "I hope traffic isn't bad, or we're not going to make it back to the motel."
He placed a kiss to her neck, before putting her back on her feet and quickly climbing into the Impala. He turned on the ignition and drove off before Hermione had even closed the door.
It was the longest fifteen minutes of their lives and Hermione was surprised Dean had managed to remain so patient, instead of just pulling over at the side of the road like she expected him to.
Once they reached the motel, they were wrapped around each other and stumbling towards their motel room, not caring that the other occupants could easily see them as they mulled about. They burst through the door and Sam looked up from his laptop, about to speak before he grimaced at what he saw.
"Oh, for God's Sake!" He groaned.
He stood up and grabbed the keys to the Impala off the floor, since Dean had dropped them as he backed Hermione up to the bed, and they tumbled onto it, not paying any attention to him.
"I'm going out, and stay the hell away from my bed!" He called, quickly disappearing out of the room when Dean's hand disappeared underneath Hermione's skirt.
"What did I do to deserve this?" Sam muttered, looking up at the sky.
When he heard a particularly loud moan, he paled and darted to the car, faster than he ever had in his life.