[CLOSED] Alone in the dark
It was late and Hermione had pushed the limits of the library's hours by sweet talking the librarian in charge until he had finally forced her to check out the books she was using and leave. She took as many books as her bag would hold and went back to her office at the CIU. She had gone to Harry with her suspicions, only to have him distractedly tell her that Dean and Sam Winchester were the ones investigating the string of canine attacks.
Dean.
Her cheeky Halloween roll in the sack.
That seemed to sweeten the deal, only she couldn’t remember him having told her he worked for the CIU and she certainly hadn’t seen him around there. He had been great company for the night, but they hadn’t exactly shared their deepest and darkest. In fact, she knew he would be good material for a regular casual fling because neither we looking for anything more than some fun. And, boy, he had given her fun that night.
Stupidly, though, she had forgotten to get Dean and Sam’s room number off Harry before her BFF left for the night. In fact, by the time Hermione was satisfied with her findings and had backed all her suspicions up with pages and pages of handwritten notes, she was the only one left in her section and the CIU was being manned by the skeleton night staff.
She waved to the rookie manning the switchboard as she passed. “Do you need an escort back to the resort, Ms Granger? You shouldn’t be out on your own,” he told her.
“No, it’s fine, Kurt. I’m going straight there, I promise. I have to see Dean Winchester,” Hermione explained with a smile.
The rookie’s face darkened a little and Hermione swore she heard him mutter, ‘Not even a fucking real cop…’ under his breath, but he returned the smile. “Have a good night, Ms Granger.”
“I’d say the same for you, but the night shift has to suck,” Hermione laughed and waved her over shoulder as she exited into the balmy, dark night. She was glad the resort wasn’t too far because her bag was damn heavy with all the books on Celtic lore. Her head was hurting and she paused briefly just out of the stream of light from the nearest lamp post to rub her temple. That was when she heard the sharp bark in the distance and her blood immediately ran cold. She hoped to fucking god that her mind was just playing tricks on her after thinking about dogs all day.
But no. A second came, then a third.
She didn’t have time to do anything but turn in the direction of the horrible sound and draw her wand from the side of her bag. Even her most intricate research could never have prepared for the actual sight of the large monster lunging for her. She screamed and threw the hardest curse at it she could think of - the Avada Kedavra - but all that came was a red hot, shredding pain of something slicing through her flesh, and then nothing.
Dean.
Her cheeky Halloween roll in the sack.
That seemed to sweeten the deal, only she couldn’t remember him having told her he worked for the CIU and she certainly hadn’t seen him around there. He had been great company for the night, but they hadn’t exactly shared their deepest and darkest. In fact, she knew he would be good material for a regular casual fling because neither we looking for anything more than some fun. And, boy, he had given her fun that night.
Stupidly, though, she had forgotten to get Dean and Sam’s room number off Harry before her BFF left for the night. In fact, by the time Hermione was satisfied with her findings and had backed all her suspicions up with pages and pages of handwritten notes, she was the only one left in her section and the CIU was being manned by the skeleton night staff.
She waved to the rookie manning the switchboard as she passed. “Do you need an escort back to the resort, Ms Granger? You shouldn’t be out on your own,” he told her.
“No, it’s fine, Kurt. I’m going straight there, I promise. I have to see Dean Winchester,” Hermione explained with a smile.
The rookie’s face darkened a little and Hermione swore she heard him mutter, ‘Not even a fucking real cop…’ under his breath, but he returned the smile. “Have a good night, Ms Granger.”
“I’d say the same for you, but the night shift has to suck,” Hermione laughed and waved her over shoulder as she exited into the balmy, dark night. She was glad the resort wasn’t too far because her bag was damn heavy with all the books on Celtic lore. Her head was hurting and she paused briefly just out of the stream of light from the nearest lamp post to rub her temple. That was when she heard the sharp bark in the distance and her blood immediately ran cold. She hoped to fucking god that her mind was just playing tricks on her after thinking about dogs all day.
But no. A second came, then a third.
She didn’t have time to do anything but turn in the direction of the horrible sound and draw her wand from the side of her bag. Even her most intricate research could never have prepared for the actual sight of the large monster lunging for her. She screamed and threw the hardest curse at it she could think of - the Avada Kedavra - but all that came was a red hot, shredding pain of something slicing through her flesh, and then nothing.