The Witch and The Hunters

CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE

Page count: 5

They landed in the centre of the living room.

"What the fuck happened!"

Hermione looked around, seeing Sam sat on the couch, his book haven fallen to the ground in his surprise, but she was surprised to see Harry sat in the arm chair as she hadn't known he was coming over. They were staring wide-eyed at Dean, taking in his injuries and his ruffled, injured and bloodied appearance.

Hermione ignored them both, pulling Dean to sit on the couch whilst she kneeled in front of him, muttering under her breath with her wand gently pressed to his bruising cheek, before she summoned several potions, which she had Dean drink or she placed on his wounds.

Sam watched in wonder as Dean's knuckles knitted back together and new skin grew over it, as the cut on his lip sealed up and the cut on his eyebrow healed, before she lathered the thick green Bruise Removal Paste on his cheek. During the healing, Dean and Hermione barely took their eyes off each other, and Harry and Sam watched silently, knowing they weren't going to get answers until Hermione had tended to Dean.

She banished the empty vials when finished and then stood up. Dean pulled her to sit across his lap and he buried his face in to her neck and wrapped his arms around her tightly.

"Now that the injuries have been dealt with, what the bloody hell happened!" Harry demanded, a look on his face daring them to argue with them.

"Ryan," Hermione answered with one word, and that one word had Harry's eyes widening, before a look of a sick sense of glee and satisfaction took over his face. Sam looked at Harry in surprise to his reaction to Hermione's one word explanation.

"You ran into him?" He questioned and she nodded.

He turned his eyes to Dean, locking gazes with him now that he'd taken his head away from Hermione's neck.

"You teach him a lesson?"

"Yes," he replied.

Harry looked at the blood on his shirt, jeans and shoes, a slow, scary smile creeping up onto his face.

"Is he alive?"

"Barely, the fucker didn't know what hit him."

"Shame you didn't kill him," Harry muttered.

"Harry James Potter!" Hermione shrieked, and all three men winced, but neither Dean nor Harry looked apologetic and it was clear that Sam was confused.

"I'm sorry, but why are we happy Dean almost killed a guy? And Ryan? Didn't your family have a bad reaction when his name was brought up?"

"Ryan Newton is one of my ex-boyfriends," Hermione sighed and Dean's arms tightened around her as she looked over to Sam to see him frowning. "He was emotionally and mentally abusive, until he got drunk and became physically abusive. He pushed me down some stairs and put me in the hospital. He had a better lawyer and the charges were dropped."

Sam looked furious and he turned his eyes to Dean. "Why didn't you kill the bastard?"

"Promised Glinda I wouldn't," he muttered, sounding as though he wouldn't mind in the least going back to finish him off. "She took both my guns, my knife and both pocket knives before giving me some time alone with him."

"You know about the pocket knives?" Sam asked surprised.

She shrugged in response to his question. "I can't cover up Dean killing a wizard."

"You could if you had help," Harry muttered and her eyes cut to him, widening at the look on his face. "You've got a Head Auror, a curse breaker, a dragon tamer, the Undersecretary to The Minister of Magic, a genius entrepreneur and the head of the wealthiest family in Wizarding Europe that all have their own means to cover up a murder, and combined, no one would even know the arsehole was missing."