The Witch and The Hunters

CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE

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Hermione was almost on the verge of sleep when a thought occurred to her, and it was something she knew she had to voice.

"Dean?" She whispered in the silence of the car.

"Hmm?" He questioned, sounding as if he were almost asleep, too.

"Do you want children?"

He was awake instantly at that question.

"I didn't, until I met you," he admitted. "I know my hunting will be a difficult situation to raise children in and I never want them to have the childhood I had, but with your support and encouragement, we can give any children we have a safe environment and I can be the father mine never was. The thought of children crossed my mind, but I resigned myself to the fact I would never find anyone I wished to have them with, the same with marriage. But then you showed up, magic and spells blazing, and you changed my view of the world, and you've helped me to see what I've always wanted and needed in life. And now, some day I can't imagine not having children with you, with little Dean and Hermione hybrids running around and taking over the world."

Tears leaked from her eyes and slid down her cheeks, dropping onto his chest. He lifted her head with a hand under her chin and he frowned when he saw that she was crying, and barely looking at him.

"There's something I have to tell you," she said quietly.

"Then tell me," he said softly, wiping away her tears.

She closed her eyes, blocking herself of from his gaze, not wishing to see his reaction to what she was about to reveal. Something very few knew.

"You asked why I allowed my ex-partners to treat me the way they did, and I told you it was because I saw everyone around me getting married and having children, families, and I wanted that, too, but I could never have that. You asked why it wasn't possible that I was pregnant, and I told you it was because magical contraception is one hundred percent effective, yet I lied to you." She opened her eyes, her gaze locking with his. "It's true that magical contraception is one hundred percent effective, but it wasn't impossible for me to get pregnant because of it. It's impossible because I can't have children."

"What?" He whispered.

"I'm infertile, Dean," she whispered sadly, her tears falling down her face forcefully.

He held her tightly to him as she cried and he felt his heart breaking for her.

"How long have you known? Why can't you have children?" He asked softly.

She sniffled, "I've known for years, since I was eighteen. Due to the dark magic I was exposed to during my childhood, as well as the torture I was put through during my capture, it affected my reproductive organs. I found out because I went to the hospital to have some tests run as I was a bit paranoid. I lost my virginity to Ronald, and I knew he'd been with someone else before me and she wasn't exactly known for saying no, and I just wanted to make sure I hadn't contracted anything from him, so I made him go to the hospital to get tests done as well. We got the results a few weeks later and they were negative, except they turned up some anomalies within me and I went back for further testing. Not long before my nineteenth birthday I was told I couldn't have children. I made the mistake of telling Ron, and it's because of my infertility that he cheated on me. He's always wanted a big family and I couldn't give him that."

He wiped her tears away, allowing one hand to gently cup her cheek and the other moved to her back, running his hand over her skin in a calming, caring gesture as he listened to every word she spoke.