The Witch and The Hunters

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Page count: 8

It was later that night when Hermione was half asleep and snuggled under the covers of her bed. They had returned to her apartment and Hermione spoke with the house-elves, appearing half an hour later and with a scowl on her face, the reason being the moment she stepped into the room, the kitchen table filled with food for lunch. The brothers had laughed at her.

Afterwards, Hermione had retrieved some books from her library on magical creatures and gave one each to the brothers, telling them to read up on every creature it mentioned as they were likely to cross paths with most of them.

Sam had all but ripped the book from her hand and was already reading the first page by the time she had finished speaking, Dean was calmer and simply took the book from her, his eyes scanning the words before him. Hermione took a seat and decided to catch up on some paperwork whilst she had the time. They had taken a break a couple of hours later and Hermione gave the brothers a tour of the building, taking them to the hidden rooms she knew about and introducing them to any of the children they ran into, before returning for dinner, which was waiting for them, and much to Dean's utter delight, there was not one, but two pies waiting for him.

They continued with reading until Hermione grew tired and she retreated to her bedroom, readying for bed and slipping under the covers. She was dozing off and on the verge of sleep when there was a knock on the door.

Somehow she knew it was Dean behind her door, she could feel it, and being too comfortable and not wanting to move, she found her wand and flicked it towards the door and it opened, revealing Dean.

He arched his brow at the door before walking into the room and closing the door behind him, walking over to the bed and slipping in behind her. His arms snaked around her and pulled her back against him. His hand trailed up the skin of her leg, stopping where her pale pink satin night gown laid against her mid-thigh, before he slipped it under her night gown and splayed it against her stomach, his fingers trailing lightly over her new tattoo before moving over to her scar.

She could tell he had forgone anything but his boxers. He had her held so tightly against him the heat of his skin was radiating off him and onto her. She could feel his bare skin pressed against her, his legs somehow finding themselves being entangled with hers and his head pressed into the crook of her neck.

"Comfortable?" She mumbled.

"Hmm," he hummed in response. He was so close to her, she could practically feel his eyelashes brush against the skin of her shoulder.

She felt his hand move lower and brush the lace waistband of her underwear.

"No sex tonight, I'm tired," she muttered.

"Okay," he mumbled against her skin and she sighed when he pressed a kiss to her bare shoulder, his tongue darting out to trace her phoenix tattoo, of which he had finally discovered. She shivered and then scowled.

"Dean, I mean it, if you carry on you can get out of my bed and sleep elsewhere," she warned him.

"Fine," he grumbled childishly and she could hear the pout in his voice.

"Good, now go to sleep, you never know when either of us will get a call, I can receive one at any hour, day or night and I need to be rested and prepared."

"I'll go to sleep," he promised, though his hand still traced the waistband of her underwear, and before she knew it, Dean had fallen asleep and she followed him into the land of slumber.

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Hermione awoke the next morning to the feel of a bulge pressed against her bottom. She managed to turn onto her back in the tight grip Dean had on her, and she stretched and groaned when her back seemed to click, before she climbed out of bed and quickly made her way to her bathroom. After showering and dressing for the day she exited her bathroom it was to see that Dean was still asleep, though now he clutched at her pillow.