Authors Note: I do not own Harry Potter or any of it's characters. I do not own supernatural or any of it's characters. I do not own Britney Spears - I'm A Slave For You.

Sam Winchester sat there with his eyes closed, head down, rubbing his temples. The atrocious sound coming from the stage was starting to give him a headache. When him and Dean walked in to this particular bar they had no idea that there was going to be karaoke, but by the time they figured that out, they had already ordered their food. The two brothers had just finished up a case, a coven of vampires, and wanted to spend the afternoon relaxing with a few beers, but this was not what they had in mind.

"Hey man, I don't think I can take this much longer, lets get out of here." Sam told his brother.

"Yea, I think my ears are bleeding." Dean went to stand but stopped halfway with his eyes to the door. A smile crept across his face and he sat back down. "On the other hand, I think we can stick around a little bit longer."

Sam turned to see two beautiful women who had just walked into the bar. One was rather tall with straight long red hair; she was wearing tight blue jeans, black high-healed boots, and a red spaghetti strap tank top that showed her cleavage. The women next to her, whom he found more beautiful of the two, was on the short side with long brown curly hair; she was wearing tight black pants, black high heels, and a black coat that that went down to her knees. He noticed that him and his brother were not the only men to take notice to the ladies.

The two ladies made there way farther into the bar and chose the table next to there's. The one with the red air looked over at the two brothers and shot them both a brilliant smile, one that Dean returned with a wink. Sam just grinned shyly before looking away, taking a swig of his beer. The red head looked back to her friend, whom was looking nervously down at the table, with a mischievous look in her eyes.

"Come on Gin, I don't know why we have to do this." The brunette spoke in British accent.

"You know very well why. You, my dear Hermione, lost a bet." The redhead spoke, also with a British accent, her smile getting even bigger. Dean looked to Sam raising a curios eyebrow to the women's conversation. Sam just shrugged.

"Fine, but I'm not doing it sober."

"Fine" The redhead signaled the bartender over. "Four shots of tequila and two whiskeys." Both men's eyebrows shot up at the order, having expended them to get something fruity, or a beer at the least, not something so strong. The brunette simply just rolled her eyes at her friend.

"So.." The brunette spoke tentatively, "Who?" She asked looking around the bar, her brown eyes briefly making contact with Sam's before quickly looking away, a blush rising in her cheeks.

"Hmm.." The red head hummed looking around the bar, her brown eyes landing on the brothers. She first studied Dean, looking him up and down taking her time before landing on his face. Dean wiggled his eyebrows at the woman getting a smile out of her. She them turned her attention to Sam, also looking him up and down before settling on his face, taking in his shy demeanor, a mischievous glint taking over her eyes. "Who indeed." The woman said before turning to her friend who was blushing furiously.

It was at that moment that the bar tender returned with their drinks. Both women went straight for the tequila downing it quickly without a flinch, finishing off all four shot glasses rather quickly, two per woman. They then started on the whiskey. The brunette finished hers off hurriedly, obviously needing a little liquid courage for whatever it was her friend was about to make her do while the redhead took her time.

"You go on up while I pick someone out for you. I'll make sure to point them out." The brunette nodded and stood up turning to go to the stage. "Oh, and Hermione?" The brunette turned back to the friend with an eyebrow raised, the redhead had a wicked smile plastered to her face. "Jacket off." If possible, her smile became even more wicked at the other woman's obvious discomfort.

The woman shifted her weight back and forth on her feet, her face coloring before reluctantly taking the jacket off revealing a hot pink halter top bikini adorned with diamond studs that sparkled in the light. She had the loveliest breast, perfect in both size and shape. Her stomach was flat and well toned with a tattoo of a pale blue otter that seemed to be swimming up in a mist of blue and white from below her pants on the right side and ending just to the left of her bellybutton. With out the jacket he could see her tight black pants better; they hugged her curves and perfect ass rather nicely. She placed the jacket on the back of the chair before making her way to the stage, catcalls and wolf whistles following her.

As the brunette made her way to the stage, the redhead got up from her seat and joined the brothers at their table. "Hello." She said a little to sweetly with a mock innocent smile. "My name's Ginny and that there," She pointed to the curly haired woman, "Is my friend Hermione."

"My name in Dean and this is my brother Sam." He leaned over the table smiling at the woman now known as Ginny.

"Brothers you say?" Ginny smiled widely, taking a moment to look into each of their eyes, her gaze resting on Sam, mischief in her eyes. "Tell me Sam, are you smart? I seem to see intelligence in your eyes."

Before Sam could answer, Dean cut in, seeming to see where the woman was going with this. "Oh yes, my brother here is very smart. Would be the smarted in the school if we had gone to school."

"You two didn't go to school?" She asked.

"Homeschool." Sam answered quietly.

"Good, Hermione enjoys an intelligent man. She herself was the brightest girl at our school." Ginny smiled at his shyness before turning to Dean. "Tell me Mr. Dean. Do you think your brother would mind if my friend singled him out during her song?" She asked, her smile turning wicked. Sam's face colored, realizing what was getting at.

Dean turned to him brother, his own wicked smile playing on his lips. "He might," He paused as if in thought, "But I sure as hell wouldn't mind." He leaned back in his chair turning back to the redhead.

Ginny smiled looking at Sam, leaning towards him. "Don't be fooled by her shyness. When she's in the zone, she turns into this whole other person. And you might want to scoot the chair back and give her some room." She bit her lip looking over to Dean who raised an eyebrow, smiling like an idiot. When the younger Winchester didn't move the chair, his brother rose from his chair and walked around to the back of Sam pulling the chair back with a jerk leaving plenty of room between himself and the table before returning to his seat looking satisfied. Sam just glared at his brother.

Just then, everyone's attention was brought to the stage to the brunette, Hermione, standing there with a microphone in her hands. She looked to her friend who pointed out Sam, the brunette nodded, her face coloring a lovely shade of pink.

"Hello everyone," Her British accent sounded threw the bar as she spoke into the headpiece she now wore around her head to free her hands. "I would like to apologize for what you are about to witness, but, um, I lost a bet to my friend over there." She pointed, "And when I am done, Ginny, you're dead." The redhead simply just smiled and laughed.

"Oh, but it will be so worth it!" Ginny called through the bar, looking over to Sam before looking back to her friend.

Hermione walked to the back of the stage then turned to face the crowd. She closed her eyes taking a few deep breaths in and out, her posture relaxing before opening her eyes them and nodding to the DJ. It was then that Britney Spears' Slave started playing over to speakers electing more catcalls and whistles from the men in the room. Dean smiled and laughed at the song choice while Sam's eyebrows shot skywards and he could feel his face heat up.

Her hips started to sway and roll sensually to the music, her hands placed lightly on her shoulders. The woman on the stage now was a woman who seemed comfortable and confident in her body replacing the shy woman from moments before. As she began to sing in a rather lovely voice, her hands started making their way down her body caressing first her clavicle, then down her sternum followed by her stomach until they reach her hips, her thumbs and index fingers framing her pelvis nicely, hips never ceasing their movements.

I know I may be young, but I've got feelings too
And I need to do what I feel like doing
So let me go, and just listen

She starts to walk forward, one foot in front of the other, stepping to the beat, her eyes scanning the crowd almost as if she were convicting them of a crime.

All you people look at me like I'm a little girl
Well did you ever think it'd be ok for me to step into this world

She twirls, her curly hair flipping wildly, before continuing her walk, her chin held high.

Always saying little girl don't step into the club
Well I'm just tryin' to find out why 'cause dancing's what I love

She stops at the front of the stage, her hips and shoulders swaying feverishly to the music hands at her hips framing her pelvis.

Get it get it, get it get it (oh)
Get it get it, get it get it (oh)
Get it get it, get it get it (oh)

Her chest bobs up and down as she makes a panting sound along with the music.

I know I may come off quiet, I may come off shy
But I feel like talking, feel like dancing when I see this guy

Hermione makes eye contact with Sam who blushes furiously; she slowly starts making her way over to him in hurried steps, her hair flying away from her face from her speed.

What's practical is logical, what the hell, who cares?
All I know is I'm so happy when you're dancing there

Hermione comes to a stop between the table and Sam, staring down at him. Though she held herself with an air of confidence, her eyes still held a hint of uncertainty along with curiosity for the man in front of her. He found his own curiosity for the woman rising. She started to circle him, her eyes never leaving him. Sam started to squirm a bit in his chair under her intense gaze causing Dean to laugh.

I'm a slave for you, I cannot hold it, I cannot control it
I'm a slave for you, I won't deny it, I'm not trying to hide it

She stops in front of him before dropping down to her knees causing Sam to sit up straight, his hand covering his mouth, observing the beautiful woman before him. She places her hands on his knees pulling them apart effectively placing herself between his legs. Her hands start making their way up his thighs causing him to take a quick intake of breath, the smell of apples and cinnamon filling his nose, her hands make it up close to his hips before going back to his knee.

Baby, don't you wanna, dance up on me
(I just wanna dance next to you)
To another time and place

Her hands start to quickly rub up and down his thighs over and over a few times as she leans forward, her face about a foot away from his, her brown eyes staring up into his own green ones. He could feel himself begin to become hard.

Oh baby, don't you wanna, dance up on me
(Are you ready)
Leaving behind my name, and age
(Let's go)

She shakes her head back and forth, swinging her curly hair around as she slowly starts to rise, lessening the distance between their faces, their lips only inches from touching, before she abruptly stands and turns around.

(Like that)
(You like it)
(Now watch me)

She leans slightly forward giving her back a delectable curve and starts to shake her ass in front of him, swinging her hips from side to side. He feels himself harden farther from watching this beautiful woman in front of him, wanting to reach out and grab her but refraining himself, wanting to respect her.

Get it get it, get it get it (oh)
Get it get it, get it get it (oh)
Get it get it, get it get it (oh)

She looks over her shoulder and him her chest bobbing up and down as she pants to the song, turning to face him again. She places her hands on the arms of his chair and leans in close to him, placing her lips at the nape of his neck before slowly moving up to the base of his ear all while still singing and swiveling her hips.

I really wanna dance, tonight with you
(I just can't help myself)
I really wanna do what you want me to
(I just feel I let myself go)

She briefly takes the lobe of his ear between her teeth before letting go electing a small groan from him. Now, Sam had never been one for PDA, but at this moment in time, he was starting to consider being an extortionist. This woman was driving him crazy!

I really wanna dance, tonight with you
(Wanna see you move)
I really wanna do what you want me to
(Uh uh uh)

She turns and sits in his lap leaning back against him. She places her hand on his left cheek, her thumb softly rubbing his skin, bringing her lips to his right ear. He lets out a shuddering breath.

Baby, don't you wanna, dance up on me
(I just wanna dance next to you)
To another time and place

She grabs his hands and places them on her thighs, slowly guiding them up to rest on her hips, her lips still close to his ear. He turns his face towards her, his lips now close to her ear, and slowly inhales her intoxicating scent.

Oh, baby, don't you wanna, dance up on me
(Are you ready)
Leaving behind my name, and age

She gets up and turns around before settling herself back in his lap straddling him but not sitting on him putting her breast up in his face. His hands instinctively went to her hips, holding them. She places both her hands on either side of his neck at the base of his skull, her fingers sliding up into his hair. She leans down singing in his ear, his mouth open as he breaths heavily.

I'm a slave for you (take that) I cannot hold it, I cannot control it
I'm a slave (it just feels right) for you (it just feels good)
I won't deny it, I'm not trying to hide it (baby)

She leans away from him staring down at him, her hands never holding onto his shoulders for support, and starts to twirl her hips in a figure eight quickly along with the beat of the music.

Get it get it, get it get it (oh)
Get it get it, get it get it (oh)
Get it get it, get it get it (oh)

She bobs her chest, which was still eye level with him, up and down and pants with the song before her hips start to swivel again.

Get it get it, get it get it (oh)
Get it get it, get it get it (oh)
Get it get it, get it get it (oh)

One last time, her chest bobs as she pants. Her hands slowly make their way down his neck then his chest before heading back up and tangling them selves in his hair, hips still moving, but slower than before.

I'm a slave for you (here we go now)
I cannot hold it, I cannot control it
I'm a slave for you, (here we go) I won't deny it, (yeah)
I'm not trying to hide it

Her face gets close to his, there lips only inches from each other and still lessening the distance, whispering the last part.

(Like that)

There lips met, one of his hand coming up to tangle them selves in her curls, kissing her feverously while the other goes to her back holding her against him. She pulls back and looks down at him, lust and desire flooding her eyes. She moves the microphone away from her mouth and softly whispers, "I'm Hermione."

"Sam," He whispers back before pulling her down for another kiss, his tongue slipping into her waiting mouth.

He hears someone clear their throat causing the two to pull apart looking to see who was trying to get their attention. With the attention he was receiving from the beautiful brunette he had forgotten where he was. He saw the redhead, what was her name again? She was smiling wickedly at the two of them while Dean's eyebrows were as high as they could possibly go, his face slightly pink. "Damn," His brother whispered causing both Sam and Hermione to blush, the latter grinning sheepishly.

The redhead, whose name he could not remember for the life of him, held up a bronze colored key looking directly at Hermione, her eyebrows rose in an unspoken question. The woman who was still straddling him looked at him before softly asking, "Wanna get out of here?" Unable to talk, he simply just nodded, swallowing hard.

She got up from him and walked over to the redhead grabbing the key from her hand. "Not a word," She warned causing the other woman to laugh.

"I didn't say anything." The redhead said watching as Hermione went and retrieved her coat from the chair she sat in earlier. Sam rose from his chair, chancing a quick glance to his brother who was sporting a smug look on his face. He rolled his eyes as he walked over to the now jacketed brunette, whom he now noticed was at least a whole foot shorter than himself, and placed his hand on her back following her out of the bar.

Ginny turned to Dead after the two left. "Thank god!" She exclaimed. At his confused expression she laughed. "She hasn't been laid in months and has been insufferable."

Dead laughed. "Sounds like Sammy. Maybe they'll do each other some good." He looked around the bar before his eyes landed on Ginny. "Say, wanna get outta here?"

"I'd love to." She stood from her chair making her way to the exit, Dean following close behind.