The Witch and The Hunters

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

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"I'm hungry," Hermione complained as they made their way back to the motel after finishing up for the day at the school.

"When are you not hungry?" He rolled his eyes at her.

"When I'm being fed," she replied and he snorted at her.

"When we get back to the motel we'll get changed and walk to the diner. Sammy can take the car to the school, since he's got the late shift tonight."

She nodded in agreement, and her face lit up when they pulled into a parking space belonging to the motel.

"So, how was your day?" Sam asked as they entered his motel room, he was dressed in his boots and coveralls, ready to leave for the school.

"Not bad," Hermione shrugged. "Didn't really learn anything of importance. Did you?"

"Not really, everything I found is on the table," he nodded to the table and grabbed the keys from Dean, as he headed for the door. "See you later," he called shutting the door behind him.

Hermione took off her coat and draped it over the back of the chair, before kicking off her shoes and flopping down onto the bed closest to her. She sighed happily.

She could feel his eyes on her and she lifted her head to see him gazing at her heatedly. She arched her eyebrow at him.

"Are you sure I can't charm that skirt off you?" He asked.

She laughed. "No, but if you feed me your chances will be better." She stood up and picked up her heels and coat. "I'm going to change, I'll be ten minutes." And rather than leaving the room and walking to her own next door, she apparated into it.

She placed her things down and quickly undressed, casting some cleaning charms over herself before redressing in a pair of black heeled ankle boots, black faux leather trousers, a white spaghetti strap top and she found the cropped leather jacket Ginny had bought her a few years ago for her birthday, which she had only had the chance to wear once. She left her hair tied up in her pony tail, but took off her glasses.

She grabbed her beaded bag and apparated back to Dean, who had just finished changing himself. He wore his boots, well worn jeans and a black t-shirt with his leather jacket.

He turned around to look at her and his eyes darkened slightly.

"What? Should I change?" She frowned, looking down at herself.

When she looked up Dean was in front of her, towering over her. He pulled her into him by her hips and claimed her mouth, his tongue moving past her parted lips to meet hers. Her hands gripped at his jacket by the lapels, pulling her into him.

Hermione suddenly pushed him back from her and he looked far from impressed. "I'm hungry," she told him.

"So am I," he looked down at her pointedly.

"You promised me food," she pointed out.

He growled and let out a few curse words, before taking a deep breath. "Fine, let's go get dinner."

Hermione grabbed the stack of papers off the table and they left the motel room together, Hermione using magic to lock the door since Sam had taken the key with him, and he would likely return before they did.

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They had decided to skip the diner and keep on walking until they found somewhere that not only sold food, but alcohol too, even if it was still early. They found a bar not far from the diner and they entered through the doors and Hermione sighed.