Chapter One: The Unwanted Arrival

Two very tall men stood outside of the knobbly oak door. The home reached up far into the night, and neither could see the top. Though one brother hadn't paid attention to the home. He was too busy looking in through the window.

A woman with long out of control chocolate hair sat in a chair by the fireplace. Her face lit up in amusement at her friend's antics. Dean stared at her through the fogged up window, and he felt a warmth wash over him.

"This is a bad idea, Sam." He said, somberly as he felt the weight of their upcoming actions press down upon him.

"We know they're witches. We got it out of her just a few weeks back. We've been putting this façade on for way too long, Dean." Sam replied, staring at the brass handle on the door.

If looks could torture, the door handle would be begging for mercy. Dean tore his eyes away from her, and he glanced at Sam. Sam tightened his leather jacket around him. They knew what the next step was.

They had found what appeared to be a whole covenant of witches. The trip to Europe (which Dean had protested furiously unless he could bring his baby) had definitely been rewarding for the Winchesters.

Dean's breath fogged the glass in front of him. Hermione's long hair cascaded down her shoulders, and her beautiful amber eyes flicked across the pages of her book. She didn't have long to read however.

The boy with jet black hair snatched the book from her grasp, and he played keep away with the other guests. She flitted this way and that, trying to grab her book back all the while a large smile plastered onto her face.

That smile of hers was the most gorgeous thing Dean had seen in his life. He had never met a person like her, and he'd be damned if he ever met anyone as amazing as she was. Dean shook his head to rid himself of the thoughts, and he looked away from the window in shame.

"We can't do this tonight, Sam. Not on her birthday." He had tried to search for some reason, any reason, to make them put it off for another week, or month, or ever.

Sam ran his fingers through his long dirty blond hair, and he breathed out in frustration. "If we don't do this tonight, we never will."

Dean's emerald green eyes flashed dangerously toward his brother, and he spun Sam around to face him. "Is that such a bad idea?" He asked.

Sam was quiet for a moment. "Yes." He replied honestly, trying to keep his ground. Dean was his big brother. He would always listen to him, but Dean wasn't seeing clearly this time around.

Dean stared at his brother in disbelief. He couldn't understand why Sam couldn't see it. Dean could barely believe it himself.

Good witches.

How could it be that they were good? Witches weren't good. They were evil. They had no regard for human life. Dean couldn't help but feel that these witches were different.

Especially Hermione. If she wasn't good, then what was? She was intelligent. She cared for every single living thing in this world, and believed that everyone deserved freedom.

Before Dean could re-gain his bearings, Sam raised his hand, and he knocked on the door twice. Almost instantly it was ripped open.

A large beast of a woman with frazzled flaming red hair stood in the doorway, wielding a spatula. "Dean, Sam. Come on in dears. You'll catch your death!" She exclaimed as she rushed the brothers in through the doors.

They entered cautiously, looking around for anything potentially dangerous. Molly gave them each bone-crushing hugs. "Make yourselves at home, dears." With that she retreated back into the kitchen no longer paying them any mind.

Dean stared at the sight in front of him in awe, and Sam rolled his eyes. Hermione was even more beautiful then she had appeared before. He couldn't help himself. He had plunged into something that his adventures had not prepared him for. He was in love with the enemy. Yet. Was she the enemy?

Hermione was greeting more of the guests that had arrived, but she hadn't caught sight of Dean and Sam quite yet.

"Do you really think you can drag her away from this, Sam?" Dean asked, quietly as to not alert the others around him. Sam held his breath, and he stared at his shoes apparently finding them quite fascinating.

Hermione glanced over at the door as she had been doing for hours. She caught sight of Dean, and she ran forward to greet the Winchester brothers ignoring the others who had just arrived.

"Dean!" She cried, as she gave him a hug that nearly knocked him flat. "Hey Hermione." He smiled as he rocked her back and forth. "Happy Birthday, Nee."

Hermione gave him a playful swat on the arm. "You know I hate that nickname." She laughed. Her attentions turned to Sam. She simply beamed at him. She had become very close to him in the last few weeks.

Hermione ran and she tackled Sam to the ground. "I've missed you." She grinned. Sam was surprised, he had not expected this kind of behaviour from Hermione. She was usually so passive.

"It's only been a week." He replied, furrowing his brow. Hermione kissed him swiftly on the cheek before jumping to her feet, and pulling Sam upright by the hand. "A week too long."

Dean sighed, audibly. He approached his little brother and the birthday girl. "What about me?" He smirked at her. Hermione wrapped her arm around Sam's and she winked at Dean. "Hmm. What about you, Dean?"

She really loved to rub him the wrong way. Hermione pulled off both of their jackets and she put it by the others. "Come on and join us, yeah?" With a smile, she disappeared into the living room. "So," Dean began, and he paused glancing at the spot she had just been. "How sure are you now?"

Sam looked as if all he knew was crashing down. How sure was he? He wasn't. Not anymore. Since seeing her last week, it was easy to forget how lovely she really was. "I don't know."

Dean and Sam infiltrated the party, mingling here and there. It was nearing seven, and dinner would be served soon. Dean and Sam had more fun than either of them could have imagined.

Dean felt a pulling on his arm, and he followed the red-haired housewife into the kitchen. As soon as they entered Molly went about her business mixing something in a mixing bowl. Dean looked at her strangely. She looked incredibly stressed.

"What is it, Mrs. Weasley?" He asked, leaning against a counter.

She ran to the stove and she flicked a switch to light the burners. "Don't you dare break her heart, Dean Winchester." Molly said, sternly. Dean raised an eyebrow, and he opened his mouth to speak, but Molly wasn't finished.

"That girl has a lot on her plate. What with that bloody fool son of mine, and her parents not being able to recover their memories. Not to mention, they hadn't allowed her to return back to school." Molly slammed her bowl down on the counter, and the white liquid sloshed against the sides.

She pointed her mixer at him with one hand on her hip. "Hermione hasn't had the best of luck, Dean. Especially since the war, and she doesn't need someone to muck everything up for her. She has lost so much at such a young age."

Molly scooped up her mixing bowl, and began to mix furiously. "And that bloody fool of a son of mine had to go and break her heart after everything she did for him. Then he blames Harry and his family for the whole war. Preposterous!"

Dean placed a hand on Molly's shoulder, and she stopped abruptly. "I promise you. I won't hurt her." He spoke clearly, his emerald eyes staring intently into hers.

Molly let out a breath of air. "I know this is a lot on your shoulders, dear. And I'm bloody well sorry for that. You just don't realize how much that girl needs you." Molly explained, taking a deep breath.

Like with all of Ronniekins friends, she had loved Hermione as a daughter and she always would. No matter what happened between her son and them. They were good children, unlike that malfoy child he had been hanging around as of late.

Dean grinned at her, a Cheshire cat smile of sorts. "I know she does, Mrs. Weasley. I will take care of her." As he spoke the words, he weighed their worth. A sudden wave of realization washed over him.

He loved her.

He couldn't kill her or any of these people. They were too damn nice. He had to find Sammy.

Mrs. Weasley exhaled deeply, and she placed a loving hand on his cheek. "Thank you, Dear." A dark shadow filled the doorway. "I think of her as a daughter, and I would do anything for her. Even kill a man." The dark shadow drawled threateningly.

Molly whipped out her wand, and Dean drew out a knife from it's holding place on the counter. The dark shadow advanced into the light to reveal a tired, old Arthur Weasley. Molly sighed and she thumped him on the shoulder, as she place her wand back into her sleeve. "Arthur Weasley, you dog." She laughed.

Mr. Weasley chuckled. "I was only trying to scare the boy, Molly."

Molly rolled her eyes, and she resumed her mixing "I understand, Mr. Weasley." Dean laughed, and he thrust his hands into his pockets.

Dean went to the doorway to look for his brother. There was no way they could do this now. He couldn't, but his brother was no where to be found in the living room.

Hermione stood on her tiptoes to search for Dean. She still had no sight of him, since she saw him by the door. She thought that to be particularly peculiar. She felt someone grab her by the waist, and she looked up to see the matched grins of Fred and George Weasley.

"Come on, Birthday Girl." Began George. "Let's have a dance." Finished Fred. Hermione beamed at them, and she bowed her head. "I would be honored, gentlemen." She laughed as they pulled her into the middle of the living room.

Some unidentifiable music was played, but it held a lovely beat that everyone could dance to. Harry, Ginny, Luna, and Seamus were already dancing. Seamus was trying his best not to light anything on fire.

Sam watched them all from the darkness of the doorway. He had returned to the spot when he saw Dean go into the kitchen with Molly Weasley.

He had a lot of thinking to do. Maybe these witches weren't so bad. Then again, they had been fooled before. Sam couldn't believe that Dean was so passive about this.

Dean was never passive, if anything he was too aggressive. Since his trip to Hell and especially since his time in purgatory.

He was broken, exhausted.

Sam could see it. He could also see his love for Hermione. The one good thing that happened to the brothers since their defeat of Crowley and Dick.

Sam sighed and he leaned against the archway. He had grown close to Hermione and her friends as well. He had no idea what he was thinking of when he had suggested that they kill her. She wasn't a shtreiga. She wasn't a "death eater", something that Hermione had spoken of when she told them of the war.

She was perfectly human albeit her magic powers. She still had her humanity.

Then again numerous non-magical humans had been killed during that war, and that wouldn't have happened had the witches never existed.

He was at a moral crossroads.

For now he would just have to wait and see. If he noticed any suspicious behavior from the witches he would kill them all. Not another drop of human blood will be shed so long as Sam Winchesters was around.

Then realization hit him once more. Just because this girl was acting innocent doesn't mean she was.

Fred twirled Hermione by the hand in circles, and she began to grow dizzy. After the third twirl, George took Hermione by the other hand, and he brought her in close to him. They danced that way for what seemed ages.

Until Hermione felt someone grasp her around the waist, and press himself close to her. Hermione froze, and she gauged who it could be by the arm around her.

The corners of her mouth twitched upwards, and she spun into his arm. Fred and George stood back, and smiled on approvingly.

"At least this one has some balls, Granger." Fred joked, and George nodded, doubling over in laughter. "FRED WEASELY!" came an annoyed voice from the kitchen. Which only served to make the twins laugh even harder.

"Come with me." Hermione looked up into his daring green eyes. "Anywhere." She breathed, entwining her fingers into his.

He pulled on her hand enticingly, and he led her through to the entry way. "Where are we going?" She questioned, half-heartedly.

He spoke not a word as they left the burrow. He pulled her into the fields, deeper and deeper they went. Hermione was a bit worried now. Why was he taking her so far away from the burrow?

"Dean?" She protested. He looked back at her, hatred burning in his eyes. Hermione ripped her hand away from his.

"Who are you?" She demanded. Dean produced a smile that had at one time been a comfort to her. But this smile was not his. It was twisted into something distorted and evil.

"Who. Are. You?" She repeated again between clenched teeth, taking a few steps back.

"I believe you know who I am, Granger." Shock overtook Hermione's facial features, and she nearly tripped over a root in the ground

"What do you want from me, Malfoy?" She demanded, searching for her wand but no such luck. Dean's skin started to bubble, and he began to sprout blond hair. His beautiful green eyes had turned silver and cold.

"I never had a chance, did I? First Weasley. Then a muggle?" He asked, laughingly taking a few daring steps forward. His silver eyes sparked with insanity, and he held out his wand at the ready.

He snatched her left forearm with his free hand, and he flipped it over gracefully revealing her white scar. "We are worlds apart... Why couldn't you have been born a pureblood?" His voice was shaking. It was one of the first times she had seen him falter.

Hermione squinted at him, and she heaved a sigh. "Why could you never accept me as I am?" She tried to rip her arm away from him, but he held it firmly. Draco ran his wand bearing hand through his platinum hair and licked his lips.

"Hermione." He groaned, and he tapped his wand against his pant's leg in an uneven rhythm.

"Come with me." He pleaded as if he had finally found the answer to all of their problems. Hermione stood her ground firmly, and she shook her head.

"No, Draco." He raised his wand up to her chest, directly at her heart. "For Dean, you'll go anywhere. But for me... you won't." He repeated their actions aloud to himself. It just didn't make sense to him. He always got what he wanted.

Hermione was silent, she wouldn't justify him with an answer. Draco lowered his wand, and he returned the silence. His face contorted in anguish. While he was distracted, Hermione ripped her forearm away from his grasp, and she ran as fast as she could in the direction of the burrow.

Draco snarled, and he ran after her grabbing her around the waist and he held her close to him. "Now, why did you have to go and do that love?" His hot breath burned at the back of her neck. Hermione screamed as loud as she could. Draco whipped her around, and he clamped his pale hand against her mouth.

"Quiet." He demanded, and she resisted against his hold. She kicked her legs, scratched, and bit him but he held on firmly. Draco grabbed Hermione by the throat, and he slammed her down onto the ground.

Tears cascaded down his cheeks. "I would have done anything for you." He cried, taking his anger out on her. Her clean porcelain skin reddening under his grasp.

Hermione felt the life being squeezed out of her. "You betrayed me!" She choked out, her face blooming bright red.

A bead of sweat dripped down Draco's temple, and the fire dimmed considerably in his eyes. His hands slackened, and he placed a single white hand against her cheek. "I did it for you." His voice faltered.

"You killed him, Draco!" She screamed, her voice weak with tears. Draco froze, and he held her face in both of his hands.

"Hermione, I did it for you. He had his hands all over you during The Battle." He protested, making her look at him.

Hermione clenched her eyes shut and she let out a scream of anger. "He didn't know about us, Draco." Draco's gray eyes darkened considerably, and he straddled her putting his knees against her arms and pressing them down.

"You didn't seem to protest his advances." He snarled, his words were hot like fire against her mouth. Tears trailed down Hermione's pale cheek bones.

"I loved you, Draco. Not him. But you killed him." She began, and she opened her eyes. She glared at him, anger finally finding it's release. "I will never forgive you for that, and I could never love you after what you did to him."

Draco slammed his fist into the ground next to Hermione's head, and Hermione took that opportunity to push him off of her.

She scrambled to get to her feet, and she nearly lost her footing. "HELP!" She yelled at the top of her lungs.

She felt something hit her square in the back, and she fell to the ground in pain. Agony ripped through her body, and she felt as if every bone in her body were breaking simultaneously.

Her vision began to blur, and she felt the darkness swirling around her. "Get away from her!" She heard Dean's deep silky voice ring out into the night. "Dean..." Hermione whispered, and then she went limp.