The Witch and The Hunters

CHAPTER SIXTY

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"Remember what I told you," Hermione said to Dean as she stood waiting by the floo for Luna to come through.

"I know, best behaviour," he replied.

"That's for The Daily Prophet, I meant with Luna. She's already seen you shoot Ronald, there's no point in pretending you're a saint." Sam chuckled from his place on the arm chair. "Luna's a little odd, and I guarantee you will never meet anyone like her again."

Just as Dean was about to respond, the flames in the fireplace roared to life and Luna stepped out, wearing the strangest outfit either of them had seen. They shared a look and turned to Hermione and she shook her head subtly, as if saying, "don't ask," and she knew she would be seeing that look several times over the next hour.

"Luna," Hermione said happily. "Thank you for doing this for us."

"Not a problem, Hermione, we're family and Daddy would be upset with me if I didn't," she said with a serene smile on her face as Hermione hugged her.

"Well, thank you anyway. Now, give me my Godson."

Luna laughed lightly as Hermione all but wrestled Scorpius from her.

"Hi, Handsome," Hermione cooed, giving her full attention to the baby and ignoring everyone else in the room. "Who's a handsome guy? You are, yes you are, I could just eat you up, yes I could," she said in a silly voice and smiling ridiculously.

Dean looked at Hermione in complete surprise with his mouth partially open and his eyes in danger of falling out of his head.

He'd married a girl!

Hermione was kind and compassionate, but she was also strong and fearless; she was a badass. He had seen her interact with others, but he had never seen her so...Girly.

He had never seen her with children or babies, and although they had discussed having children and they were currently trying for a baby, and he knew Hermione wanted nothing more than to have a baby, he never expected her to be so...Un-Hermione like. She was cooing and pulling faces for God's Sake! It wasn't his Hermione; the person in front of him was an imposter. He was sure of it.

He heard Sam sniggering and he snapped his eyes to him, glaring at him.

Hermione looked up and to them. "What?" She asked, her eyes narrowed suspiciously at them.

Okay, it was his Hermione.

"Nothing," Sam responded amused.

She looked at them disbelievingly before turning her attention back to the baby.

"I might just steal you from your Mummy. Would you like that? Do you want to live with Aunt Hermione?" She cooed.

Watching Hermione, Dean felt himself relaxing as she babbled incoherently with the biggest smile he had ever seen on her face, her eyes were bright and her features lit up. He couldn't stop his eyes from falling to her stomach, wondering if she was pregnant yet, and there hadn't been a lack of trying.

Sam noted from the corner of his eye how the uneasiness seemed to suddenly melt from Dean. His entire body seemed to relax and his face softened as he watched Hermione cradle the baby whilst smiling.

Hermione seemed to remember her manners. "Luna, you remember Dean and Sam."

"Of course," she smiled. "And I'm glad to see there's no Wrackspurts around, now there's no chance of being interrupted."

The brothers looked at Hermione with raised eyebrows and she shook her head at them, before smiling at Luna.

"Did you discover a Crumple Horned Snorkark on your travels?"