The Witch and The Hunters

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

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"How are we going to explain the fact I returned to the room without breakfast?" Dean asked, as he stepped out of the quickest shower of his life, Hermione had already showered before him and had busied herself with dressing.

He entered the room with his towel low on his hips and his hair still damp. Hermione waved her wand at him, drying his hair for him and then she summoned his clothing from his room, handing it to him.

He looked her over, he could see that she was wearing three inch black heels, though he couldn't see the rest of her clothing since she wore a long light grey coat that was tied closed and it stopped past the knees. She had her hair in a pony tail, her curls falling down her back and she wore a pair of thick rimmed reading glasses, if it was Sam he would've insulted him with every name under the sun, but he found that she actually suited them and he suddenly had a sexy teacher fantasy flicker through his mind.

"I'll apparate to the diner and pick something up, if you hurry we can both make it to the car in time." She smiled at him and then turned on the spot with her wand in hand, leaving behind a 'crack.' Dean blinked at the empty space where she had once stood, before quickly pulling on his clothing.

He had been tempted to find another pair of red shorts, but he honestly believed that Sam would stick his head down the toilet, and he wasn't sure he would be able to keep up with the insults and jokes Hermione would send his way. Instead they had stopped to purchase a few items of clothing on the way the previous day, and now he was sporting a plain white t-shirt, a white light material tracksuit jacket and the matching shorts which fell above his knees, and he wore trainer socks and a new pair of trainers.

By the time he had finished dressing, Hermione arrived back in the motel room, making him jump in surprise. He caught her looking him over since his clothing was rather form fitting. He gave her a knowing look as he took the coffee she offered him.

She sighed. "Later," she nodded to herself and he found himself agreeing. She found her satchel which she had filled with all of the things she would need, including their references and documentations. "Let's go, we had to leave in fifteen minutes, twenty-five minutes ago."

Together they both left the hotel room, heading down to the Impala where Sam was stood waiting.

"Have a good walk?" Sam asked innocently.

"Yes, thanks, I'll have to do it more often," he eyed Hermione up and she rolled her eyes at them both.

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Hermione was in her empty classroom, sat at the chair behind the desk and looking out at all of the empty desks before her. She was trying to calm her nerves before the students entered the classroom in five minutes time.

The meeting with the principal had gone perfectly, mainly because Hermione had kept her hand on Dean's thigh and she would dig her nails into his skin every time he was about to say something inappropriate. They had been told of their responsibilities and then given a brief tour of the building, lasting only fifteen minutes, though Hermione had a very good memory and she was sure she would be able to find her way around the school, if not she would ask another staff member or a student.

They had been taken to the staff room to meet with the other teachers, and Hermione had noted that several of the female teachers had eyed up Dean, regardless of the fact that some of them were married. Dean had stayed close by her side, though that was due to some of the male teachers eyeing her up. It was lovely how possessive they were of each other.

Afterwards Hermione had been taken to her classroom and had been left to settle in. And now, the time had come for her to be a teacher. She could do this. She had guest lectured at Hogwarts more than once and she was used to fighting till the death and being surrounded by the press, she could handle a few hormonal teenagers... She hoped.