Fallen in Love with a Snatcher (Harry Potter Fanfic)

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Hermione could feel her entire body now sweating bullets and a bright shade of crimson while everyone's eyes were now glued on her. She couldn't believe she said that out loud. She didn't know what came over her, but it just slipped out. Hermione's eyes shot over to the side to meet with Scabior. She was half expecting him to be trying to make his way to the nearest exist. However, he stood there, staring at her like he was just as frozen to where he stood like her. Then slowly, his lips began to tilt upwards into a smile; his eyes beaming with pride. He took a few steps towards her but was stopped by one of the Order Members. 

"Excuse you, I'm going to see my girl," Scabior spat at the person before slightly slapping his hand away then proceeded back to walking over towards Hermione. When he reached her, he gently cupped her face with his hands. 

"I love you too, darling," he whispered before pressing his lips against hers. Hermione felt her nerves calming down as her arms automatically wrapped around his neck. She could overhear Tonks 'awe' loud and clear and feel the looks of disgust from both Remus and Ron. As the kiss began to heat up, Remus cleared his throat. 

"Do you two mind? You're in front of everyone." Remus shot them. Scabior broke the kiss, shooting a look at Remus before setting a kiss on Hermione's forehead.  Remus then roughly grabbed hold of the collar of his jacket and pulled him back into the group. Scabior was giggling and waving his hands at her like a complete fool till he vanished away. Hermione chuckled as she wrapped her hand over her lips. 

"You can't seriously be in love with him?" Hermione turned her head to look at Ron, who was glaring at her. 

"I can love whoever the hell I want, Ronald Weasley. And there's nothing you can do. If you don't like it, you can get out of my life. You're not the boss of me nor am I going to orbit my life around you." Hermione spat at him before turning on her heel and following right behind where Remus went rushing off too. 

"We're on the verge of a death sentence and you're still sitting there and grinning like a fool." Fenrir commented as they sat in the middle of the living room of 12 Grimmauld Place. Scabior was sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall as his entire face was gleaming bright. She said she loved him, Scabior repeated in her head, his grin growing bigger and bigger. He didn't care that right now, the Order Members were sitting in the kitchen deciding their fates. He just couldn't stop it. He hadn't been told someone loved him since he had entered he got sorted into Slytherin. 

"Scabior? Scabior?" Fenrir was calling out to him, but Scabior just ignored him. However, he couldn't ignore the sound as the kitchen door opened and a few of the Order Members came walking into the living room, looking grim, as they prepared to give them their sentences.