Hello children :) welcome to my SPN/HP crossover. I've been working on this idea for a while and I've finally gotten around to publishing it. So here you go, chapter one is here. Enjoy! Also, each chapter will have a song from my writing playlist attatched to it. You can ignore that altogether or check out the music, do what you will. This chapter features lyrics from Josh Pyke's 'No-one Wants a Lover'.

Chapter One - No-One Wants A Lover Like That

So I held my hands out to the city, turns out the city she was holding me back. And no-one wants a lover, no-one wants a lover like that…

There wasn't much in the small studio apartment. The walls had very light blue paisley wallpaper and the window sills were painted white. It was all very pretty and clean. The lights and lamps were all matching and the bed in the corner had a dark blue bedspread. There were a lot of mirrors in the apartment and it made it feel bigger.

The walls and furniture were very neat and tidy. However the shelves were loaded with books, all the books you could imagine. Dusty old books, dog-eared page books, bulky leather bound books, nice shiny hardback books. And on another shelf there were various little ornaments, curious looking objects and souvenirs.

The desk was quite clean, which was surprising. It usually wasn't so tidy. But Hermione had cleaned up the place for Gabrielle Delacour, who was house sitting for her, and while she was cleaning the kitchen table and bench she figured she might as well clean the desk, too.

She sighed softly, listening numbly to the bustling sounds of nearby London. It was quite late morning so it would be very busy. Cars and pedestrians and buses and the like. Hermione glanced at her timepiece, and sighed again upon seeing she still had a good five minutes before she really had to leave. She wanted to leave to the ministry as soon as she could, but she didn't want to appear desperate. It's not like she hadn't been desperate enough to get the job in the first place.

Harry hadn't been very happy about her taking the job. It was dangerous, even for a witch as powerful as Hermione.

"You won't have any back up!" he had said, frustrated at her for being reckless. "What if you're in danger, then what? Who will save you?"

"Harry, if more than one Auror goes, the Death Eaters will know they're being chased," Ginny had said calmly, trying to soothe her husband. "Besides, Hermione is more than capable of looking after herself."

Hermione was glad she had Ginny to stick up for her. Otherwise she'd never get anything done.

The problem Harry had with the job was not so much that it concerned Death Eaters. He knew as well as anybody that Hermione could handle a rogue witch or wizard easily. No, his beef was with the fact that Hermione was leaving to America.

It did seem a little radical, Hermione pondered quietly. But it would be very interesting. Maybe if she liked it, she could stay. Be an ambassador for the Ministry in the United States. Now that sounded nice.

A whole new continent should do just fine.

It was only after she let the sad smile creep onto her lips that Hermione realised she had lost track of time and now she was one minute late for being five minutes early, upon which she quickly disapparated to the Ministry.

When you know all the streets like the lines on your face, you may discover that you feel you have nothing to say, and no-one wants a lover like that.