I'll Always Snatch You (Harry Potter Fandom)

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A/N: This chapter contains violence and bloodshed. You have been warned. 

Previously... 

"Now if you don't mind, I have more important matters to deal..." Fenrir started when Hermione ran in front of him, nearly causing himself to bump into her. Before he could snarl at her for getting in his way, Hermione cut him off with...

"What if I were to fight for my freedom?" Hermione asked him.

Fenrir's eyes widened when she had asked him that. She was actually going to try to challenge him so she could leave Scabior... the pack... and most importantly him. He cleared his throat as he snickered. 

"I beg your pardon?" he asked, trying to make sure he even heard her right. Even though Hermione put up a strong front, Fenrir could smell the fear drip off her body. 

"Exactly what I said. What if I were to fight for my right to leave the pack?" Hermione repeated herself. Fenrir tightened his hands into fists before he widened his eyes then a smirk crawled over his face. 

"You got yourself a fight. But not you," Fenrir stated before he walked over to Ron and roughly grabbed hold of his shoulder, "Since Ginger here is so determined to get you back, it's only fitting if he fought for you." 

Before Hermione could speak again, Ron pulled his arm away from Fenrir's grip and glared him right in the eye. 

"I'll fight you." Ron shouted at him. Fenrir burst out laughing. 

"It's not me, you're going to fight," Fenrir told him then turned him around to face Scabior, "It's him you're going to fight. After all, Hermione is his mate." 

Fenrir could see Hermione's cheeks turn bright red while Scabior smirked. He could see a bit of fear glowing in the boy's eyes but Ron gulped down his terror and shook his head and put on a strong front. 

"Alright then," Ron mumbled before he reached to pull out his wand. Just as he was about to point it at him, Fenrir roughly grabbed hold of his wand and ripped it out of Ron's hand. 

"No, no, no... we are going to do this the werewolf way. Where you fight till one's dead." Fenrir claimed to him. Ron attempted to open his mouth to say something when he went falling down to the ground. It didn't take Fenrir much to realize Scabior already started the fight. Fenrir backed away as he and the entire pack and Harry Potter watched Scabior and Ron wrestle over the ground. 

Scabior wasn't being merciful. He punched, kicked, clawed and even bit a few times against Ron. From the corner of Fenrir's eyes, he watched Hermione cringing and wincing as she watched Ron getting his butt whooped. Ron tried to throw a few punches but Scabior kept blocking then throwing his punches and hitting him straight in the face. Scabior then ran his claws over Ron's chest, shattering his shirt before he slammed his fist against his face again, breaking his nose in the process. Fenrir could see the life start to leave Ron's eyes. Suddenly Hermione walked right in front of Fenrir.

"Please stop this, Fenrir!" She pleaded with him. Fenrir crossed his arms over his chest. 

"I thought you wanted this?" he asked her. 

"No, I didn't ask for this. I wanted to fight for myself. Please don't let Ron die! Please!" She begged him. Fenrir tilted his head then snickered. 

"If I stop this, that means you are going to be staying with the pack and those boys ." Fenrir warned her. Hermione turned her head to see Ron, still getting beat up, before returning her gaze to him. 

"I don't care! Just stop it! Please!" she pleaded with him. Fenrir nodded before loudly whistling. Scabior stopped himself as he glanced up towards them, seeming a bit upset. Ron groaned before spitting blood onto the ground. 

"Scabior you won by Hermione's pleads. Ginger get your sorry excuse ass out of here with Scarhead." Fenrir ordered before he tossed Ron's wand towards him. Scabior pushed himself off of Ron and made his way towards Hermione and himself. Harry helped Ron to his feet, causing most of his blood to slip down his face and onto his neck, before he glared at Fenrir. 

"We'll be back for you, Hermione. Make no mistake about it." Harry assured them before he began dragging Ron with him out of the campsite. Fenrir snickered as he turned his attention over to Hermione. He lifted his hand to gently brush some of Hermione's hair out of her face. His hand was only an inch away when Hermione slapped his hand away and turned and went running away from him. Fenrir watched her vanish into the camp towards her tent as he listened to her cry.