A/N: Okay all, so whilst I've been ill, and since seeing the movie, I've been totally crushing on Scabior… **DROOL** And no, no one can ever replace my Snapey-poos for biggest crush-fest ever, closely followed by Draco and then Lucius… But Scabior is certainly trying. Yummy… **re-reads** Okay, so we've all established I obviously have some form of mental disorder… OR I'm just the sane one, and it's normal to be attracted to hot and sexy Slytherins. Anyways, I couldn't help this lil plot bunny, so I fed it carrots and stuff. Will get back to my other fics shortly.
Lov- Crazy Girl
Hermione's heart was pounding violently inside her chest.
iDo not move. Whatever you do, do not move… And keep your breathing steady… You stupid, stupid idiot!/i
Because she knew why she was stuck in her current situation. She knew it was her own stupid fault. In her own, stupendously idiotic need to attract Ron's attention, even after so many years of numerous failed attempts- she had worn perfume.
She cursed silently, her whole body thrumming with fear as she stared fearfully at the Snatcher before her.
The one staring right back.
He had walked past her, following the other Snatchers… the ones with the bodies. Hermione could only hope that their captives were still alive, because she didn't have time to ponder. Her heart had plummeted into her stomach as the Snatcher had stopped, stock still, before turning back.
For a moment she feared the wards had fallen. But, deep down, she knew that was an unnecessary worry. No matter how much she doubted herself, she should not doubt her magic. Those protection spells had been perfect, because she'd had people to protect.
The man had walked slowly over to her, his eyes searching the area around her before he stopped, inches in front of her. She held her breath instinctively, wishing him away. She wanted to close her eyes, but fear rooted them there, wide and staring as he stared straight at her.
Seconds seemed to last lifetimes as the rugged Snatcher stared back. And she knew he had to be seeing right through her; to the forest beyond… but those eyes… those inquisitive eyes were staring deeply into hers.
It was as though she was under a spell, captivated completely by the way those eyes were staring out at her. The hunter looking for the hunted.
Bluish-gray eyes, wide and searching but never moving from hers. It was as though he was searching her, searching her very soul. She felt it, in a shiver that ran from the top of her head, to the tip of her toes. He was searching for her.
And with those searching, predatory eyes… she felt thoroughly exposed.
He was calculating, his mind ticking as he stood, waiting for some sign that she was there, standing just beyond the barrier. She saw it, the way his mind turned each thought over, waiting.
And suddenly he blinked, and the spell was broken. He turned, leaving her free to let go of that breath, the one she'd held for far too long. Because she was dizzy now. And dizzy with relief when he walked away, addressing one of the Snatchers who appeared to be so obviously in his command.
The Snatcher picked up the body he had dropped to the floor, following the one who had stared her out. It was clear he was in charge, and no one seemed about to question it.
She couldn't move. Her feet were still frozen to that spot as they walked on, without one backwards glance. Her whole body was thrumming with fear, exhilaration and now a flood of relief.
That had been close… far to close.
She scrubbed at her neck with her hand as she backed up.
Something about the way he had looked at her made her shiver, made her feel like she was still being watched. She turned, hurrying back to the camp, because something about those eyes haunted her. Even though the Snatcher was gone, she saw them, burnt into the back of her head, reminding her just how real the danger now was.
The look in those eyes told her one clear thing…
She was being hunted.