The Witch and The Hunters

CHAPTER SEVENTY-FIVE

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Three months later...

It was three months after the unicorn case and since then, they'd continued with their hunting and travelling, they'd taken a couple of days off as respite in order for Hermione, Dean and Sam to return to England long enough for them to visit with The Potters, Malfoys and Weasley families, in which the children had spent more time with Dean and Sam than Hermione, but she didn't complain, it was nice to see them so accepting of their new family members, they even called them "Uncle Dean" and "Uncle Sam," which came as a shock to the brothers.

After a few days they returned to America, hunting and travelling, until a month later when Hermione had to return to England to help with her part in training the new recruits and calling another quarterly meeting with those that worked for her department. They'd spent just under a week in England, of which Dean and Sam were quickly beginning to think of as a third home, with Hermione's apartment and Bobby's salvage yard in first and second place respectively.

They spent time with the family, they'd attended a Sunday dinner at The Burrow in which every family member was there, allowing the brothers a chance to finally meet Claire, Hugo and Rose, and it had been a shock to their system seeing so many people in one place. Due to the amount of people in attendance, they'd been forced to have dinner outside and since the weather hadn't been particularly nice that day, it was done under the marquee they'd used for Bill's and Fleur's wedding all those years ago.

They returned to America and continued with their hunting, and three months later, they were taking the weekend off after closing several cases in the last week alone, and they were spending it at the Cambridge Apartment.

During the last three months, Dean's mind had been filled with nothing but the unicorn's words regarding the future of his family, and although he knew they were going to have children, it didn't stop him from feeling disappointment when Hermione's menstrual cycle started every month. They'd been actively trying for a baby for six months, and it still hadn't happened.

When he thought about it he couldn't believe it, he and Hermione had been together for almost eight months. That was just four months shy of a year! His longest lasting and happiest relationship. They had their ups and downs, they had their arguments and teasing, they had their disagreements and make ups, but he loved her and he was happy. The same couldn't be said a year ago.

Dean walked through the halls of the apartment, coming to a stop at the open door of the potions lab and he leaned against the door frame with his arms crossed, watching as Hermione was lost in her own little bubble as she stood over a cauldron, making God knows what.

He'd caught her making a potion once before and he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy the sight of it, of seeing Hermione in her element, completely at ease as she prepared ingredients diligently, as she added the ingredients to the potion with a little frown on her face, as she peered over the cauldron, the steam wrecking havoc on her hair and stirring the potion in well timed motions. She made it look so easy and effortless, though he knew it wasn't; he'd taken one look at her potions book and put it back on the shelf.

They'd only arrived at the apartment less than an hour ago and he wasn't surprised the first place he'd find her was in her potions lab, she loved it as much as she did her library. She was still dressed in her boots, jeans and t-shirt, only now she had on black robes which were left open, her hair had poofed up until it looked like a lion's mane that surrounded her face and he bit back his laugh, knowing she'd likely hex him for laughing at the mass on her head.

"You're staring," Hermione said softly, not looking at him or taking her attention away from the potion she was stirring.

"I'm allowed, you're a sight to behold," he shrugged.