crossoverfic | [FIC]Pas de Bas Ch 3a, M, spn/hp, Sam/Hermione/Dean

Title: Pas De Bas

Author: dhark_charlotte
Fandoms: Supernatural/Harry Potter
Rating: M
Warnings: Language, some violence, Het, character death ** Spoilery for SPN 2.21

Oh and this chapter has teh sex as well and if the idea of having sex with a nursing mother squicks you, read no further.

Pairings (if applicable): Sam/Hermione/Dean
Character(s) (if applicable): Dean Winchester, Hermione Granger, Sam Winchester, others mentioned.
Summary: An Incubus can completely throw a wrench into a well deserved vacation…

A/N: Pas de bas - a grand movement which is halfway between a step and a leap, and can be taken strictly on the floor (glissé) or with a jump (sauté) and can be done moving toward the front or toward the back.

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

Previously: He wanted Sammy to be happy and Dean prayed that she would take care of his brother after the hounds took his soul.

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Chapter 3

They fell into a routine. The Winchesters would take jobs that kept them close by, never staying away for longer than a week and Hermione settled in at the Salvage yard, domesticating the house despite Bobby’s half-hearted protests. Bobby watched the three of them interact and hoped for all of their sakes they could find the answer.

Hermione had his books catalogued and shelved, revealing that his collection was far larger than he had known. She warded the room against unwelcome intruders and then planted herself in it, only leaving to take care of personal needs when the boys were out hunting.

That girl was on a mission and her knowledge was intimidating, but helpful. Hell, she had managed to repair the massive crack in his ceiling and then helped him repaint the Key of Solomon Seal. He stayed near, only leaving to provide towing services and found himself grateful for company for the first time since his Annie was killed.

The boys were due back soon. Sam had called and said that they had cleared out another haunting. He was about to let Hermione know, when a tapping on the window drew his attention and Bobby looked up to see a raven perched on the windowsill, its beady eyes watching him with unnerving intelligence. Hermione passed through and stopped; her face paling at the sight of the black bird. She walked to the window and opened it, allowing the bird to hop through. It held out its leg and Bobby noticed a small roll of paper tied to it. She took it with shaking hands and opened it. As if she was unaware of his presence, she wrote a reply to what he assumed had been a letter and fastened it to the raven. It cawed loudly and flew back out, disappearing in seconds. She drifted from the room and when he mustered up the courage to follow her, she was sleep on the couch, a pillow clutched to her chest.

It didn’t occur to him until much later that it was Dean’s pillow.

When the boys returned that evening, they found her once again in the new library nee dining room. After a few minutes, a grumbling Dean came stomping out onto the front porch and down the steps.

“Crazy woman. Just got back from clearing out a poltergeist and she wants a garden. As if I don’t do enough digging.” So focused on his complaining, he never noticed Bobby. The older man watched him drag out the gardening tools from the shed and stifled a laugh as Dean started digging in the area Hermione had marked for her garden. The most surprising thing was the small smile on the younger man’s face as he turned the earth.

The next day Hermione approached him and apologized for the strange situation from the other day. She had received an unexpected letter from a friend and he was coming to visit. Bobby’s permission would be needed to allow the man passed the wards.

Bobby had the uneasy feeling that things were about to get dicey. It almost made him wish for his solitary days.

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Sam glanced out of the front window to the spot he had last seen Hermione digging. Even though she was large with their child, she refused to allow the last stage of her pregnancy to keep her from working. Idleness was something she couldn’t abide. She was either reading through Bobby’s library, which to his and Dean’s amazement, she had already devoured over half of, or she was puttering out in the little garden she had the men of the house put in. And let’s not forget the potions she had bubbling away in the kitchen at all hours. Those healing potions were pretty handy. She was a non-stop whirlwind of activity; it was almost like she was preparing for something more than the arrival of their son. She had become secretive lately, not sharing her thoughts like before and Sam tried to shrug it off as relating to her fluctuating hormones and worry over finding a solution to their problem.

But back to current events.

Hermione was not where Sam expected her to be. Oh no, she was standing at the edge of the inner yard wards, having a heated argument with a tall dark haired man. The air of menace surrounding the man could be felt from where Sam stood at the window and he ran to the door, a shotgun in hand before he passed the threshold.

His letter had been completely unanticipated. Although she should have expected that if anyone could find her, it would be Severus Snape. So, unbeknownst to the men of the house, she had secretly contacted the American Magical Council to ask for asylum. One might ask; why would she need it? The Council did and after she explained the little she knew, they granted the requested asylum. Unlike the M.O.M., the A.M.C. fully acknowledged the need for supernatural hunters such as the Winchesters and although they didn’t offer direct assistance, they did have a non-interference mandate. Apparently the Winchesters, Singers and Harvells were at the top of their list.

According to her former Potions professor, Ron didn’t die instantly and had implicated her in his murder. No further investigation was done and Harry was gunning for her. Her former friend was driving Severus round the bend with his constant questions regarding her whereabouts. Like he would ever tell Harry something like that. Even if he did know.

The M.O.M. had already begun making noise about extraditing her, but the A.M.C. believed she had a valid case for her asylum request. The Council wasn’t very happy about her involvement with the hunting community, but had cited ‘bygones’ and adopted her into the fold so to speak, including her on their list. The A.M.C. was quite a bit more relaxed than the M.O.M.

It warmed her chilled bones that Severus hadn’t asked her if she had killed Ron. She replied and asked that he meet her at the warding’s edge of the inner yard. The wards were strong and wouldn’t allow him to apparate on property without the owner’s express permission, so he would have to walk about a half mile from the road.

Three days later, as she toiled in the garden, she heard his grumbling approach and met him at the edge as agreed. Failing to hide his shock at her advanced state of pregnancy, he argued for her return and she refused, giving her reasons of which he again tried to dissuade her.

He told her that Harry was still out for her blood and had no interest in learning more about what had happened; Ron’s word was enough. Par for the course. Harry had always taken Ron’s side in everything and it only got worse after they started dating. The ‘they’ being Harry and Ron that is. Apparently she was once again painted in the role as the scorned woman and had acted out of jealousy.

Made her want to vomit.

Because of the close friendship that developed during the war between Hermione and Severus and the fact that he had never recovered from his resentment of Harry, the older Wizard had refused to believe it when ‘The Boy Who Slew You Know Who’ informed him of Ron’s dying accusation.

Hermione killing Ron in a fit of jealous rage? Jealous of whom? It just didn’t ring true. It would be more her style to cause him to suffer from impotency, the suffering would have had more value. But killing her childhood friend in such a brutal manner, in front of witnesses? Not that he would have blamed her if she had indeed committed the crime. In fact, Severus would have seen it as an act of mercy. Not suffering fools you know. But how did the red haired idiot survive such a grievous wound long enough to make this accusation and exactly how did Ron manage to talk with that massive slash in his throat? And could Hermione please for the love of Merlin, tell him why her flat was covered in sulfur residue? Hadn’t he warned her about conducting experiments in her condition? He insisted that she would be safer within a Wizarding stronghold and she refused to leave. Stridently.

They were shouting at each other so loudly that neither heard Sam’s approach. It was the chambering of a round into the barrel of the shotgun that halted the bellowing.

“Hermione, step back and get behind me.”

“What are you doing? Put that away!” She shoved the barrel up and Sam stared at her in shock. It was the first time she had ever touched one of their firearms and why wasn’t she afraid of the man yelling at her with such anger? The menace radiating from this man had only grown stronger as Sam approached.

“What are you doing Hermione? Why is he standing just outside the wa… Oh god, is this Ron?” His weapon came back up.

Hermione put her hand on his arm again and used firm pressure to lower it this time. “No Sam, Dean destroyed the demon that possessed Ron remember?” His face flushed and he nodded. “This is my friend. Severus Snape. Severus, this is Sam Winchester.”

“Ah, the father, I take it?”

Sam stiffened in response to the sneer in the older man’s tone and she rolled her eyes at Severus. “Must you attempt to alienate all and sundry? Not everyone will work as hard as I did to be your friend you know.”

“If he’s not possessed then why can’t he cross the wards?” Sam kept a vigilant eye on the other man.

“Because I altered them slightly, with Bobby’s consent. His permission is needed if another Witch or Wizard wishes entrance onto this property.”

“If he’s not a danger to you then why would you do that?”

“He isn’t the danger Sam, he came to warn me.”

“Warn you about what?” All heads turned to the new voice. Dean was aiming his weapon at Severus, his hazel eyes fierce.

Severus studied the two men. Something around the shorter man’s neck caught his eye and he laughed. They all stared at him, wide eyed and Sam used his free hand to shut Hermione’s gaping mouth.

“Have you gone mad?” Her voice rose to a screech.

“Why am I not surprised you’ve gone and entangled yourself with Hunters?”

“I didn’t mean to you know!”

“What did the A.M.C. have to say about it?”

“Well since it was a moot point, not much. And they granted me asylum.”

Dean broke into their heated exchange. “What the fuck is going on?”

Severus crossed his arms over his chest and curled his lip. “Are all Hunters so ill mannered?”

Hermione rolled her eyes again and she turned to Dean. “Dean, would you please go get Bobby and tell him my friend has arrived?”

“No way! I’m not leaving you two alone with him.”

She walked up to him and looked him dead in the eye. “He can’t cross the wards, nor can he cast a spell to pass the barrier. I need to pee and I don’t trust you two to not put a hole in him because he’s a bastard and he’ll provoke you for the fun of it.” His jaw clenched and she could see his resistance. She touched his arm and his eyes flew from her hand to her face. By silent agreement, they had both avoided any kind of physical contact to circumvent the growing attraction between them. “Please Dean.”

His eyes slid shut as the warmth of her hand soaked through his shirt and he nodded, needing to put distance between them.

Her back tensed when Severus spoke again. “My, my. This is going to be interesting.”

She spun around, relieved when she saw that Sam hadn’t taken his eyes of the Wizard and consequently, missed her interaction with Dean. She looked her friend in the eye and mouthed ‘fuck off’ as she flipped him off.

The next few hours were entertaining only to the eldest of the participants. Much ranting was done in between explanations and after all was said and done; Severus was enlisted into helping with the research after he helped Hermione extract her memory of the altercation with Ron for the M.O.M. in England. While she had no wish to return, she did want her name to be cleared, if possible. Sam and Dean both relaxed visibly when she said she didn’t want to go back.

Severus was at a loss as to who could transport the Pensieve memory since they knew the M.O.M. would have no confidence in its veracity if he was the one to deliver it. Bobby offered to contact his grandfather and when Severus heard the elderly Wizard’s family name, he smiled. It was not a nice smile; hell most of his smiles weren’t pleasant. But Hermione was pretty sure this smile indicated the man was having thoughts of someone’s downfall. Three guesses as to whose and the first two don’t count.

Regarding the crossroad’s deal Dean made? The former Professor knew admonishing the elder Winchester for his sacrificial act would be a waste of his energy. Looking for a way out was as well, but if it made Hermione feel better about things, then so be it. Besides, watching Dean and Hermione dance around each other was too amusing to miss. No one could fault him for that. Crotchety old Wizards had to take their amusements where they could get them.

His opinion of Dean was held in reserve due to the fact that the boy avoided Severus more than he did Hermione. It took a week of working closely with the younger Winchester to discover he was Hermione’s match in things academic. The open affection and heated exchanges between Sam and Hermione extinguished any false hope Severus might have had for her return to England. All he could do was help secure what happiness she could find and try not to interfere.

Sam was surprised that he actually enjoyed discussing their research efforts with the prickly man. Dean didn’t like the way the guy seemed to look right into his soul and after the first week, made himself scarce by helping Bobby and working around the yard. The younger Winchester debated showing Snape a book he had come across on a hunt. The translation had been difficult and if it was accurate, it would solve both the existing problem and the developing one. Sam decided to give it to Hermione first since he and Dean had another hunt and he knew she’d need the distraction.

Bobby’s grandfather had agreed to present Hermione’s Pensieve after viewing it himself and Snape escorted the aged Wizard to London.

Hermione went into labor a few hours after the Wizards left and Bobby brought in the midwife, calling the boys on the way. She was well into transition labor when the Impala came roaring up the drive and the Winchester men burst into the room. Dean skidded to a halt and made to leave when Sam grabbed him and pushed him to the opposite side of the bed. Jackets were shed and hands washed and Hermione grabbed a hand of each brother as she bore down to push. Lordy did that girl have a mouth on her. Dean had heard her curse before, but this last stream of profanity was truly a work of art. If she could avoid breaking his hand, he’d give her a standing ovation when the baby was born. The midwife asked Sam if he wanted to catch the baby. Dean swallowed back tears as he watched his brother hold his newborn son. The woman had asked him a question and Dean looked at her blankly. Surely she hadn’t actually asked him to do… what?

“You want me to do what?”

“Cut the cord Dean. Go on, I want you to.”

Dean looked to Hermione for support, surely she didn’t agree with this craziness?

She squeezed his hand. “Please Dean? He wants you to.”

“I know Sam said that…”

She interrupted him. “No, Jonathan. The baby.”

“You named him Jonathan?” He swallowed hard, refusing to give in to these unwelcome emotions… Dammit. “And you’re trying to tell me that the baby wants me to cut the umbilical cord?”

“We need to do this now.” The midwife’s voice was firm and Hermione and Sam’s smiles were brilliant as Dean moved forward and did the honors.

Jonathan Wesley Granger Winchester was blessed and baptized and after nursing for the second time, slept peacefully beside his exhausted mother.

Sam joined Dean out on the front porch and never saw the fist headed toward him until it made contact.

“The fuck…?” Sam held his cheek as he returned his brother’s glare.

“What are you doing Sam? You’re killin’ me with all of this… including me in everything. I’m trying to be okay and accept what’s going to happen to me in four months and you’re just… God! You’re making me want things that I can’t have!” He paced the length of the porch and tried to resist when Sam pulled him into his arms and he fell apart.

Sam held onto his brother and remained silent until the storm passed and said in a quietly savage tone, “You can’t stop living now just because you loved me too much to let me go. I’m going to save you Dean. You’re going to teach my son how to charm the pants off the ladies and distract Hermione when she’s mad at me. You’re my brother and I’m not going to let you go. We’ll do anything we have to, to keep you from that crossroads bitch. Do you trust me?”

The conviction in Sam’s voice ripped Dean’s heart from his chest and he had to bite his cheek to hold back another wave of tears.

“Yeah, okay. What ever dude.”

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Dean tried to resume his avoidance of Hermione, but Sam forced him to help with the baby every chance he got. Babies needed an immense amount of care so that meant Dean was close by almost constantly. After the first week, thank goodness for healing draughts, it was common to see Hermione in the garden with Dean on the porch holding the baby and keeping out a watchful eye. Sam had insisted on staying home for the first 2 months so they could be with Hermione and Jonathan and help with the research. Sam came out onto the porch and reminded Hermione of the book he had given her before the birth and she handed Jonathan to him and disappeared into the library.

Dean grumbled but Sam knew he was happy to have ‘guy’ time in between feedings. When Snape returned he immediately ensconced himself in the library with Hermione and Dean sighed in relief. The dude gave him a headache.

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She handed him a thin book, the leather cover was cracked with age and the power emanating from its pages scraped across the dark wizard’s nerves like nails on a chalkboard.

“Please look at this and tell me if I translated it correctly. I included the basic outline of the contents I provided to Sam and if you agree with my translation, he is more than willing for us to try it.

Snape took several hours with the translation, pausing often to shoot her searching looks as she alternated between tending to the baby and pacing the length of the room.

She jumped when the book slamming closed shot across the room like gunfire. When she turned, he was standing over her, his eyes brimming with some unacknowledged emotion. It was something they both refused to accept or define since it was fruitless and to put a name to it would ruin their friendship.

She forced herself to remain calm. “If all of the elements are present, could we succeed?”

“Foolish girl!” He hissed. “You would do this, this outrageous thing to save someone so stupid?”

Hermione paled slightly but drew herself up, refusing to be intimidated. “Severus, what would you have given to not do as you promised, to save Dumbledore?”

His head dropped, lank hair falling forward to hide the stricken look on his face. Hermione placed a gentle hand on his wrist and his hand turned to grasp hers. He met her eyes again and the desperation in his shocked her.

“Don’t do this Hermione. It will bind you to them and possibly kill you all if one of them dies.”

She gestured to the bassinet in the corner. “I’m already bound to this family Severus. My heart has belonged to Sam from the beginning. You saw what kind of state I was in while we were apart. Our child completes the circle. Through Sam and the baby, I’m linked to Dean. We need your help. Dean can’t have any conscious part of this or Sam will die and I fear for Sam’s health if we don’t succeed.”

“Are you telling me that your beloved Sam has no problem with the fact that you must be hand-fasted to the both of them? That you must bind your souls together and fully consummate this marriage with both of them?”

He peered into her large stricken eyes and he sneered. “You bloody well haven’t told him have you?”

“I was hoping I had made an error with that part of the translation actually.”

“In the last six months I’ve learned that you are nothing less than brilliant when it comes to research and translations.”

Hermione and Severus both whirled to face the door. Sam was leaning in the frame, arms folded over his wide chest. There was a soft smile lighting his face and Hermione knew she would do anything to save that smile.

Her eyes widened when she recognized the impish light dancing in his green eyes. “You manipulating, sneaky… you didn’t need me to translate that book! You knew before you gave me the blasted thing what we’d have to do, didn’t you?”

Sam scratched the back of his head as a blush stole across his cheeks. “Um yeah, well you see um…”

Hermione stomped over to him and punched his arm. “Ow!”

“Since you’re such a sneaky thing, you get to figure out how to get Dean to go along with it. Given that he hates me, I don’t think it’s going to work.”

“He doesn’t hate you Hermione.”

As she stalked from the room she said. “Actions speak louder than words Sam.”

Only Severus heard Sam’s quiet words. “You just don’t know how to interpret his actions.”

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They had been circling each other for months. What had been a vague idea of attraction between them before the baby came had grown and things were accelerating. Time was running out and he needed to push things along. Sam knew what had woken Dean to the idea that Hermione would be open to sharing their bed with him. Unbeknownst to either, Sam had seduced Hermione in the library, knowing his brother would be back soon. The younger Winchester knew his brother would watch if Dean came across him and Hermione together. Voyeur, thy name is Dean. Dean had been uncharacteristically silent as he watched Sam pleasure her. Using the low lustful tone she loved, Sam had started talking to her about Dean. Asking her if she wanted his brother to join them, that it would be okay if she did. His words increasing in urgency as he stroked and plunged into her. She went off like a rocket and the eldest Winchester had been so entranced by the sight that he never noticed Sam watching him from the fall of hair that always hung over his eyes.

Everything was falling into place and soon the three most important people in his life would be safe. They would be a real family. Not a conventional family of course, but he knew it would work for them. Only Hermione’s friend knew how devious Sam Winchester could be if properly motivated. There was a grudging respect between the two of them, despite the fact that Sam knew the older man was in love with Hermione. Sam had a suspicion that Hermione knew this as well, but she would never humiliate her friend by making it known.

He had already prepared the room. Hermione had just found out that tomorrow night was when the hand-fasting would take place. Sam made the arrangements with Snape concerning tonight and the ceremony tomorrow. He explained the ritual to Dean as a protective measure for the baby, leaving out the fact that it was an actual hand-fasting and not just a protection spell. This particular ritual would hopefully be the answer to their prayers.

As for tonight, Snape had provided a mild aphrodisiac for Dean since he might take some convincing. Sam had argued against it, but Snape’s logic won out. Dean would need more than a little push to give in and make love to Hermione and their first time had to be tonight or tomorrow might not happen. It wouldn’t make him do anything he truly didn’t want to do. They had agreed that without the potion, the older Winchester would have enough willpower to resist his heart’s desire. Hadn’t their experience with the Djinn proven that?

Bobby brought in the midwife to care for baby Jonathan and gave up his room to them for the night. Everyone else made plans for the day and it was just Dean and Hermione in the lower part of the house. Knowing what was coming; Hermione had gone into denial mode, immersing herself in cleaning the house from top to bottom as she listened to Sam’s iPod to drown out Dean’s movements through the house.

Severus had made a subtle suggestion to Hermione that she dose Dean with Veritaserum if she truly wanted to know the man’s feelings for her before tonight. Just the minimum dosage and it should be diluted in something like a large glass of that iced tea he seemed to like. If he drank too much at one time, it could make him vomit.

TBC

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