The Witch and The Hunters

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

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Hermione had told Dean that she would meet him at the club they had searched for on Sam's laptop. After whipping up a quick lamb curry and eating, she kept some aside for Sam with all the appropriate charms to keep the food from spoiling. She port keyed home and searched through her clothing.

After casting a few cleaning charms over herself she readied for a night of dancing and drinking. She added a small amount of mascara and some sparkly eye shadow and she cast a spell over her hair to make it fall in sleek ringlets. She stood in front of the mirror, scrutinizing herself. She wore a black halter top dress with a sweet heart neckline that showed an ample amount of cleavage that wasn't too slutty. The dress clung to her figure, showing off her natural curves and it stopped at her mid-thigh, making her legs seem longer, along with a pair of strappy silver heels on her feet.

She looked down at her arm and sighed, before digging out her muggle makeup to cover her 'Mudblood' scar. All of her other scars she was able to glamour, so they were hidden from view, no one would know they were there except for Dean.

She summoned two Sobriety Potions and two Hangover Potions for good measure and she slipped them into her beaded bag which she disillusioned. She then snuck out of her bedroom so Mimsy wouldn't hear her and she port keyed to the club.

She could hear the music coming from inside the club even as she was in the alley way. She placed a Disillusionment Charm on herself and snuck into the building, when she got in the toilets, she made sure it was clear before she removed the charm and then headed out into the club.

She headed straight for the bar, her eyes searching for Dean and it wasn't hard to find him. For some reason, she could tell he was there, there was a tugging inside of her and she followed it, and much to her surprise, it led her straight to him.

He was stood at the bar, smiling charmingly at the gaggle of scantily dressed women that surrounded him. Hermione told herself it was not jealously she was feeling, but it was. She knew she was throwing daggers at the women with her eyes, even if she had promised herself she wouldn't.

She couldn't help her response. Dean was hers!

As if sensing her presence he turned his head and his eyes locked on to hers. He walked away from the bar and towards her, stopping in front of her and he put his hands on her hips and pulled so she stepped into him. His head lowered and he spoke into her ear,

"Stow your wand, Sweetheart."

"What?" She said dumbly.

"Put your wand away," he said. She looked down in horror, seeing that she had unknowingly pulled her wand from her bag. She quickly put it back into her beaded bag.

"This isn't normal, I wanted to kill them," she muttered.

He shrugged. "I wanted to kill those men for touching you."

"That was different, it was business not pleasure." His hands tightened on her hips and he took a deep breath. "You called me Sweetheart," she said, looking up at him.

"You said you liked it," he shrugged. "Let's get you a drink."

"Or several, I'm going to need them."

"Can you deal with a bunch of teenagers and a hangover at the same time?"

"No, so I picked up a few Hangover Potions before I left my apartment," she replied.

"Is that what you gave me last time?"

"Yes,"

"Those things are brilliant," he commented and she snorted.

"Don't be getting used to it; if you use more than one every few weeks, you become immune to it." He slipped his hand from her hip and to the small of her back, stepping behind her and guiding her to the bar.