The Witch and The Hunters

CHAPTER THIRTY

Page count: 11

"Morning," a sleepy voice mumbled into her ear.

She hummed in response. "What time is it?"

"No idea."

Hermione unwound Dean's arms from around her and then rolled onto her back, stretching her arms above her head and groaning when her joints clicked.

"Mimsy," Hermione called softly, sitting up and pushing her hair out of her face and Dean followed her.

"What can Mimsy do for Mistress?" She asked after appearing in the room, bowing before them.

"Can you please tell me the time?"

"Yes, Mistress, its be 08:38."

"Thank you, is Sam up yet?"

"Yes, Mistress he bes eating breakfast in the kitchen. Mimsy caught Mr. Sam trying to cook his breakfast, Mimsy tell him he not cook when Mimsy here." Dean snorted. "Would Mistress and Sir be liking breakfast."

"Please, Mimsy," Hermione said; it was too early to argue about who would prepare breakfast and in the end, Hermione would lose anyway and Mimsy would make it. "I would like pancakes with my usual toppings, a cup of tea and a bacon, sausage, hash brown and egg sandwich please."

"A what?" Dean asked confused.

"A bacon, sausage, hash brown and egg sandwich, don't tell me you've never had one." She looked scandalised when he shook his head. "Mimsy, please prepare the same for Dean."

"Of course, Mistress, Mimsy be having everything ready in thirty minutes," she then disappeared from the room.

Hermione climbed out of bed and headed for the bathroom.

"Where are you going?"

"To shower and get ready, breakfast will be ready in half an hour."

"Can I come?"

"If you wish to," Hermione laughed when she was all but tackled into the shower, still fully clothed.

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After a very pleasurable morning shower, in which Hermione's eyes had once again changed, her claws grew adding more scratches to Dean's back and a lot of purring and swearing, Hermione exited her bedroom feeling light and boneless and nothing could ruin her good mood.

She made her way to the kitchen and was stopped when she heard shouting.

"HERMIONE!"

She stopped in the corridor and popped her head into the room that Dean had chosen but never actually used. He stood there, a towel hung low on his hips and tipping one of his duffle bags upside down.

"What?" She asked, after tearing away her eyes from watching as his muscles rippled when he moved.

"Where the hell are my clothes?" He demanded.

She chuckled and shook her head. "Mittens," Hermione called softly and a house-elf appeared in the room.

This house-elf had a few less wrinkles than Mimsy and darker green skin. His eyes were larger and a golden colour. He had no hair on his ears, but he did on his knuckles and he had a smaller nose. He wore black pants and a white shirt.

"Mistress called for Mittens," he said, bowing unsteadily and she smiled at him.

"Good Morning, Mittens," Hermione greeted. "Did you have a good's night rest?" She asked him.

"Mittens sleep well, thank you, Mistress," he shifted on his feet nervously and she moved closer and crouched down in front of him.

"Mittens, I would like to introduce you to Dean Winchester, his brother, Sam, is in the kitchen."