Fallen in Love with a Snatcher (Harry Potter Fanfic)

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Fenrir and Scabior had went into their tents to discuss something probably either about their snatching gig or her. When Hermione grew bored of sitting and waiting for them to be finished, she decided she would walk around the campsite to get a feel of the entire place. As she walked around, she felt eyes on her. Of course there were, the other snatchers that lived there would peek around their tents to ensure she wouldn't wander off too far from the campsite. 

Hermione soon reached what appeared to be the entrance of the campsite as she stared off into the close-knit woods with the ground littered with red and gold leaves. A light breeze blew against the branches and swirled around her, causing her to tighten the collar of her jacket. She began thinking about Harry and Ron. She should get back to them. They must be worried about her like she was worried about them. They probably were doing some stupid things while she was away and she was sure she needed to be there to stop them or else they could get hurt or worse. 

 "Something worrying you, love?" Hermione jolted as she turned to see Scabior walking up towards her. 

"Yeah-- I'm just worrying about my friends. I wonder if they're okay or not. They're not exactly... how do I say this in a nice way... the sharpest tool in the shed." Hermione stated to him while he wrapped his arms around her waist. He gently kissed and nudged her neck. She could feel him open his mouth to speak about something when they were interrupted by Fenrir rushing in. 

"Hey! We got to go!" he ordered Scabior. 

"What's going on?" Hermione asked while Scabior released his grip from her. 

"Someone said the Dark Lord's name and we've got to go hunt the people down." Fenrir explained to them. 

"Do you really need to go after them?" she asked them. Fenrir tilted his head as he tsked.

"Well... it's either we go and get the idiots or someone else goes and gets the idiots... and I think you want it to be us in case those idiots happened to be your friends," Fenrir suggested to her, "Unless you know for sure that there is no possible way that one of them is going to spit out the Dark Lord's name." 

For a moment, Hermione didn't speak until she knew she had to confess...

"Yeah, Harry would do something like that. You guys might want to go." Hermione advised them. Fenrir turned on his heels as he rushed back to the camp, barking orders for everyone to get cracking. 

"Just stay in the camp, love. We'll leave someone here to watch you." Scabior told her then gave Hermione a light peck on her cheek before turning on his heels after Fenrir. 

Harry knew he screwed up the moment he had spoken Voldemort's name and heard the loud crackling of people apparating near and around Ron and him. And there was only one thing for them to do... run. 

Ron and him dash past the trees as they listened to the snatchers chasing after them. Harry was hopping, somehow they would be able to outrun them. But then again, these were snatchers, they were paid to run after people like them and they were well experienced in capturing them, so it was less likely for them to escape them. He was really wishing they had Hermione here at this moment in time. 

Due to Harry's thinking, he hadn't been paying attention to where he was running and found himself tumbling across the ground till he came colliding with a tree. As he was panting and groaning in pain while crawling up onto his hands and knees, Ron came sliding towards them just as the Snatchers began surrounding them. Harry knew they were done for... knew they were going straight to Voldemort where Harry was going to be killed and God only knew what was going to happen to Ron... knew they were....

"Well, well, well, look Scabior! It's your girlfriend's little friends." 

Harry's mind completely went blank as his and Ron's heads flew upward to start up at a man, who appeared more beast than man, who was looking over at another man with wild locks that seemed to not have been brushed for so long. He looked in disbelief as he's kept telling himself that there was no way this man was talking about Hermione... could he?