The plan where he found himself was dark. The grass was a brown green dying in the summer heat and feeble. Crunchy under his shoes. Crowley stuffed his hands in his pockets making his way toward the disturbance he felt. He was certain he wasn't the only one who felt that. It had rumbled the all of Hell and seemed to make his head spin. He clicked away to it after a moments notice. It might have been another tablet or perhaps a weapon of God. Something powerful whatever it was.

Walking ten more feet he saw it. Or rather Her. The grass around her in a perfect circle was dark green lush. And clearly didn't belong there, much like herself. She was lying on her back head thrown at an awkward angle. She would have a hell of a kink in her neck when she awoke. Crowley took in her ballistic curls. They were sprawled every which way. They were matted and uneven caked in dirt and blood. Beautiful somehow.

The King of Hell shook his head that was just the human blood talking. In her tiny hand she had a stick, a smooth polished stick clutched desperately.

Was that the weapon? Crowley stretched his hand out not sure what he was going to do first touch her pale dirt and blood crusted skin or take the stick.

"Don't touch her Crowley!" A familiar voice hissed. Crowley closed his eyes and curled his fingers in.

"And why not Angel boy? She a pet of yours? Didn't know you had it in you." He stood and sneered shoving his hand in his pocket. Now he had reached out for her, he desperately wanted to touch her. It was like the itch he got for human blood. It was torture.

"She is not mine. You cannot touch her yet. You'll die." The blue eyes of the angel were dead serious. Crowley wondered if the trench coat wearing heaven dweller had ever told a joke. "We need to get her out of here, others are coming" He walked around Crowley to get her. Crowley growled deep in his throat. Why could Angel boy touch her? Why should Saint Castiel be the first to hold her?

"Were are we taking her?" Crowley demanded.

"To Sam and Dean" The angel said it like it was the most obvious thing on Earth. Was that his solution to everything? His beloved Dean? News flash, Moose and Squirrel tend to break things! And Crowley could not deny she was a nice thing indeed.

"Let me take her" He put his arm on Castiel's that was holding the girl. She was humming magic. Not angel magic. Not dark magic.

"You cannot touch her. She would destroy you," He said simply

"Since when do you care about me?" Crowley growled.

"I don't. Now come with me to Sam and Dean. The others are nearly upon us. I will leave without you." He warned. Crowley hesitated; Moose was likely to insist he be chained up. Dean was likely to kill him. Kevin might cry. With that promising thought he smirked and nodded. Castiel nodded and in a blink they had vanished and were standing in the bunkers main room.

*******H&C*******

The three boys looked up from their food at the flutter of wings and froze. It was always nice to see Cass. It always without fail, sucked when Crowley showed up. Them coming together seemingly willingly was not good by any means.

"Any place I can put her?" Castiel asked, stirring the three young men into action. They all rose to their feet.

"I'll get a first aid kit." Kevin muttered excusing himself. Crowley rolled his eyes. If Angel boy was here did the Prophet really think they'd need a first aid kit? Sam led them down a series of twists until hey got to a room marked 7. Crowley entered ahead of them opening the door for the angel. Castiel set her down gently and began to do his Angel mojo looking for anything wrong with her.

"Who is she Cass?" Dean asked.

Castiel frowned, heavily and put his hand in his pocket.

"I don't know." There was silence. "But I intend to find out" He pressed to fingers to her forehead. The girl's eyes shot open; they flashed brown a moment then turned startlingly blue before the group's own gaze. Not however angel blue.

"Angel?" Sam asked. The girl looked around confused.

"No I'm Hermione." She said. Sam and Dean exchanged doubtful looks; Kevin entered the room and put the unnecessary kit down on the dresser. "Hermione Granger" She said. Kevin snorted. She glared at the timid Asian boy.

"Something funny?" She snapped. Crowley sniggered. The brothers glared at him.

"Let's not fight just yet," Castiel said taking a seat beside her bed. "So you're Hermione Granger. How did you end up here?" He asked. She sat up sitting against the headboard. Her arms crossed.

"You tell me, I was in the middle of a battle." She demanded. "And now I'm here with a bunch of strange Americans." She frowned.

"Not all American!" Crowley protested cheekily.

"Shut up Crowley." Dean snapped.

The girl frowned.

"So you're saying you're Hermione Granger. The Hermione Granger?" Sam said uncertainly. She nodded. "Prove it"

She rolled her eyes.

"How?" She looked around the barren room.

"Do some magic." Dean shrugged.

"Cast a Partonous." Kevin corrected.

"Yea cast a petroleum" Dean sniggered.

"Are you muggles?" She asked wearily taking out her wand? Crowley supposed. That would make sense that it was powerful then. And magical.

"Just prove you're her." Dean said impatiently. Thought this Castiel said silent.

"Expecto Patronum!" She whispered. A silvery otter bounded out of her want and danced around the room. It darted around Cass playfully making it's way to Crowley. It stopped before him, tilted it's shinny head.

"Hello" Crowley lifted his hand to pet the pretty thing.

"YOU MUST NOT TOUCH IT!" Castiel bellowed, instantly the otter vanished. The others jumped.

"Why not?" Crowley shouted back. "I want to, I'm the King of Hell I always get what I want!" He snarled.

"You will die Crowley. Not just die you will be erased from existence in excruciating pain!" The angel snapped. It was maddening.

"I need to leave!" The demon said. He looked a bit mad.

"You can't do that either!" Cass sighed heavily. Crowley took a few deep breaths. "Dean, I need some of your blood." Cass said quietly. Crowley relaxed a little his mind still running mad. Yes blood that would help. It always mellowed him out.

"What the hell Cass! No!" Dean protested.

"NOW!" The room shook a little with heavenly magic. Dean glowered and held out an arm.

*********H&C*********

Hermione had not idea how to react. She had woken in a strange place with an odd assortment of attractive men around her. The three by the door seemed normal enough. The taller of the two had long brown hair and deep brown eyes. He looked sturdy. The shorter haired one was ripped. He seemed to have a temper. His green eyes were beautiful. The Asian boy looked exhausted, as if he's never slept. His eyes were practically black and full of sadness. The man to her right was almost painfully beautiful. His low gravely voice, his beautiful blue eyes. He was likely gay. The last man in the room was odd. She felt as if she should touch him. She felt like she needed to touch him. If she could put her hands on his stubbly face all would right itself in the world.

When she cast her patronous it confused her how it reacted to the Englishman. Her magic felt almost like it was swelling there was no telling what her Otter would have done had she not broken concentration. The men began to argue.

Her Englishman began to panic. She thought he was going to run. Then the green eyed one, Dean offered him his blood. And to her shock and somewhat horror The Englishman, Crowley began to drink it. Slurping loudly and looking marginally more relaxed.

"Is that why you've brought me here?" She cried. The men turned to her confused. Hermione covered her veins. "You can't have my blood! You wouldn't like it anyway, I'm a mudblood" She said. The Asian and Crowley winced.

"We don't want your blood, okay? We're not all bloodsuckers." Dean glared at the man sipping his blood.

"Don't' call yourself a mudblood" The Asian said. Hermione relaxed a little but still didn't move her arms.

"I'm the only bloodsucker here My Lady and you heard fairy boy, I can't touch you" Crowley had finished feeding and gave her a week smile whipping his mouth with a handkerchief.

When Crowley called him Fairy Boy, Dean tensed. So the beautiful one was gay. Shame she thought.

"Will someone please explain to me what the hell is going on then?" She glowered. The three in the door looked at Crowley and Cass, they knew nothing. the two men closest to her exchanged looks.

"Well I was in Hell minding my own, torturing souls, evil plots, the lot" He smirked at Dean. Dean sure did anger easily. Crowley seemed much more confident after his feeding. "And suddenly the entire Kingdom stars shaking! So I follow the noise and find this one" He gestures at me with his head. "Unconscious in a field, shortly this one shows up tells me not to touch her and brings us both to your humble abode" He finishes taunting Dean again.

"Yes I was tracking another part of Malici's followers and I felt the rumble. Angel radio went nuts. I followed the sound found Crowley and Hermione and brought them here to safety." Cass finished.

"Well I didn't feel anything" Dean said firmly. Hermione snorts. "Something funny Princess?" He glares.

"You're not built to hear things, Dean." She explained. "Cass is some sort of Angel?" She looked to the blue-eyed man. He nodded. "And this one is obviously not human." She finished gesturing at Crowley.

"What makes you say that?" The Asian asked. She locked eyes with him.

"Normal people don't feed on blood. He heard my arrival. And my magic's reaction to him. It was like" She paused thinking hard. "It was like taking a shower for too long?" She said hesitantly. "Full of water so that you're wrinkly but still feeling clean, feels good. Feeling heavier?" She tried to explain it.

"Sounds like a good pie" Dean smiled. Hermione laughed. Ron would like him. The events of the battle came crashing down on her. Ron. Harry. Oh Gods!

"Hermione what's wrong?" Sam asked sensing her panic.

"Harry and Ron. I don't' know if they're okay. Ron was in critical condition last I saw him. Harry can't do this alone. What have I done?" She seemed horrified. Sam stepped forward and rested a sympathetic hand on her shoulder.

"You didn't choose to come here, it's okay." He said. Crowley growled low in this throat irritated that Moose was touching what he couldn't. "Come one I'll show you wear the showers are, get cleaned up and we'll get you some food." He said decisively. The two left the room, Sam ready to sweep up the unsteady looking girl at any moment.

"Yea Kevin and I will go get some grub and maybe even Pie!" Dean's attempt to lighten the mood was pathetic

"I will ready the dinning room." Cass said firmly and exited the room.

"I'll stand here and look pretty?" Crowley suggested. Dean scowled.

"Not a change you stay with Cass at all times!"

"You are not my boss." Crowley muttered sassily.

"Now before I exercise you punk ass!" Dean barked.

"All right all right bossy!"

A/N This is my first crossover. Reviews would be great.