Fallen in Love with a Snatcher (Harry Potter Fanfic)

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Hermione dashed throughout  the woods, listening as his footsteps were getting closer towards her. She could feel him gaining on her. She waved her wand over her shoulder as she shot a few bomb-like spells at him in hopes of slowing him down. When she had gotten a few yards away, she couldn't hear his footsteps. She began to slow down as she turned around to see if she was still following her or if he had given up the chase. 

It was then the attack came from the side. She yelp as she felt him running against her side and pushing the two of them down into the piles of dead leaves, which fluttered up and around them. She felt her wand flung from her hand as his hands were trying to grab her wrists into his own hands. She fought against him, kicking, hitting, and screaming as he struggle to get his grip on her. 

She tilted her head to the side as she saw a rock a few inches away from her. Quickly as she could, she reached out and wrapped her hand around the rock before slamming it against his temple. 

"SHIT!" he mumbled as he leaned to the side, allowing Hermione to slip from underneath him and crawl across the ground. She ran her hands on the ground till she felt her hand grab hold of her wand. She turned in time to see the man reaching down to get hold of his own wand. However, he barely had pulled the wand from his pocket when Hermione swung her arm out and pressed it into his neck. 

"Don't-- even-- think-- about-- it," she growled then motioned for him to stand up with her. He slowly stood up with his arms raise up in the air. 

"Hand me your wand... slowly!" She ordered. Once he grabbed his wand, he twirled it then and handed it to Hermione. As she took it from his grasp, he started to laugh, which started freaking her out a bit.  

"What's so funny?" she asked him. 

"Oh, nothing. Just I've never been caught before. And you know what... this is kind of exciting in its own way... because I'm curious of what the bloody hell you're even going to do about it." He said, smirking with a tilt of his head. Hermione shook her head.

"I'm... I'll wipe your memory," Hermione stated. The man rolled his eyes.

"Foolish move," he said, "there are charms that help people regain their memory." 

"Then... then I'll kill you." she claimed. The man doubled over laughing as he was pointing at her and shaking his head. 

"You? Kill? There's so many errors there! Like for starters, you may look like you can kill someone if you wanted to, but the real question is if you could, knowing you'll have to live with knowing you did it. Secondly, what's from stopping the others from find my corpse and getting a good whiff of your scent on me? And don't say you'll bury me. Fenrir's got a good nose to smell me from a couple feet of tightly packed dirt and he still get your scent." the man stated to her, "not only that, love, but it seems to me that I'm not the one you want to take your anger out on."

"I beg your pardon?" 

"It seems to mean that you wish it was someone else, standing before you. So who is it? An boyfriend or soon to be ex?" 

"First off, I don't have a boyfriend. Secondly, that's none of your business," 

"Okay so then it's either family member or friend?" he claimed, "my guess is leaning towards a close friend given you're out here in the woods... and it's not very family friendly these days." 

"I told you that's none of your business!" 

"Come on, Hermione! Indulge me a little here. So what did he do? " 

"You know my name?" she asked him. 

"Of course, I do. Your wanted poster is all over the place as much as Harry Potter's wanted poster. And how could I forget such a beautiful face such as yours," he flirted. Hermione felt her cheeks flaring up.

"Oh? Do you like that? Well I can keep sweet-talking you, sweetie, if that's what you want?" he asked before lightly biting his lip. Hermione jolted before pressing her wand deeper into his neck. 

"SHUT UP! Just shut up!" Hermione screamed. It then happened quickly. She felt something grab hold of her wrist. Her eyes widened as she saw him pulling her against his front. Hermione could feel her body tremble against him as he leaned closer to her, his lips inches away from her ear. 

"Trust in me, 'Mione," he whispered into her ear. 

"I can't trust you! You're a Snatcher!" Hermione shot at him. 

"Then trust in my ability to pleasure you." 

Without warning, he pressed his lips right against hers.