Nothing Breaks Like the Heart (Harry Potter Fanfic)

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Hermione fought against the person, who held her in their grasp, kicking and screaming into the man's hand. She tried to reach up to claw at the man but the arm around her waist had locked her arms to her sides, making it nearly impossible for her to fight against him. She was shocked that there wasn't any people around to see or to stop this since she was sure they passed groups of people on their way into the manor. The person dragged her through a couple of hallways of the house before settling in what appeared to be the kitchen. Finally Hermione felt the person release their hold of her, which she pulled away as soon as she could. She swirled around to see who had attacked her and to her surprise...

"Fenrir? What the bloody hell was that all about?" Hermione asked, glaring him right in the eyes. Fenrir chuckled, seemingly didn't care of what he had did. 

"Honestly, do you think you would have stopped for a second to chat with little old me with your little boy toys standing right beside you? They would rush right in front of you and try to 'protect' you from the big, bad wolf." Fenrir asked, using quotes around the word protect. Hermione shook her head. 

"They are not my boy toys. They're my friends." Hermione corrected him, "So what is it you want?" 

"Well... since our suppose to be fun morning was ruin, I thought maybe you would like to hang with me in the woods and try to recapture it." Fenrir flirted with her, actually purring a little. Hermione blushed from his words. She wasn't able to grasp how she was supposed to respond to his request. He was straightforward, confident and open about his sexual desires and didn't have any problem with it. Hermione never was confronted with someone like this. And even though she never would admit it out loud, she kind of like this side that Fenrir was showing her. Hermione cleared her throat. 

"I'll think about it..." she whispered. Fenrir leaned his face closer towards hers, his lips inches away from her ears. Her blood boiled when his warm, moist breath rushed across her lobe as she felt his lips brush along the side. 

"If you decide to come, I'll be waiting under the ancient willow tree when it is real dark out, you'll see it from the candlelight... it will just be you... and me." he whispered so sweetly that Hermione thought her heart stopped for a moment in her chest as her legs were ready to buckle underneath her. Before Hermione could respond to that, Fenrir walked away in a slow, steady pace like he was trying to tease her with his walk. Hermione couldn't help but watch as he vanished behind a corner. Her thoughts were cut short when she heard her name being screamed out. Shaking her head to clear it from her thoughts, she rushed towards where she was being called from so she didn't worry anymore people than she already had done.