Nothing Breaks Like the Heart (Harry Potter Fanfic)

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The Golden Trio had just came apparating from Mr. Lovegood's house after he had summoned Death Eaters on them. Hermione was brushing herself off from the dirt that stained her clothes while her mind wandered off into two parts. One side of her was upset with Mr. Lovegood for what he did, but at the same time, the other half was in understanding. I mean what exactly do you do if your own daughter was kidnapped by Death Eaters and they said the only thing that will bring them back is if he brought them the Golden Trio. Hermione walked up the hill when her eyes landed on something that made her entire self freeze up... or should she say someone. 

Standing right in front of her was the one and only, Fenrir Greyback. Even though she was told that Fenrir was extremely frightening (which was indeed truth) but she couldn't help but notice a certain rugged charm to him with his twisted smirk and his well-built chest that was exposed from the slit in his shirt. Her eyes were glued to his piercing blue ones, which stared right back at her. 

"Hello, beautiful," he whispered, his tone just consumed in desire and lust. Hermione backed away as she saw she and them had been surrounded. Thinking of the only she could think of, she ran right pass Fenrir. He didn't even attempt to stop her from running instead she could feel his eyes glued to the back of her head. 

"Well don't just hang about. Snatch them!" Fenrir ordered loud enough for Hermione to hear. Hermione kept running through the trees as she made sure she kept a good distance between herself and the Death Eaters. 

Fenrir ran as fast as he could, which wasn't that hard for him considering with his werewolf enhancements; however, this girl was giving him a run for his money. But it didn't bother him at all. He loved a good challenge. Fenrir ran right pass Scarhead and Ginger, given he didn't really give to fucks to them. He just wanted the girl... and he was determined to have her. He ran faster, jumping over logs and other fallen debris, till he saw him closing in on her. She was about arms length when he had to quickly duck when she started to fling spells at him. Clever girl, he mentally whispered to himself, laughing as he got up and proceeded to run after her. 

He kept running, careful not to fall into some of her explosion like some of his members did. Fenrir pushed himself to get closer. He wasn't going to lose her when she was this close to him. Thankfully, they must have been a hole or uneven ground because the next thing he knew, she was tumbling down and he fell right beside her. Before she could get up, Fenrir climbed over and pushed her down to the ground, straggling her waist as he leaned over her. She struggled underneath him, determined to escape from his grasp, however, he had her in a tight hold.

 Fenrir smirk. The photo of her didn't do justice. She was even more stunning in person. Fenrir couldn't help but run his fingers against her cheek, causing her to look away from him as she tried to not look at him. Before Fenrir got too comfortable, some of his men came from the trees, dragging Harry and Ron with them. Fenrir shot his head up to look at them. 

"We got the lot, Fenrir. Do we go straight to the Dark Lord or do we call him?" Scabior asked, dragging Harry Potter behind him, who was fighting to get out of Scabior's grip as he rattled the chain that wrapped around them. Fenrir stood, pulling Hermione onto her feet as he turned her around till he pressed her back against his front. He could smell the fear pulsing through her entire being and it excited him greatly. 

"The Dark Lord request for their presence at Malfoy Manor." Fenrir stated to him before he leaned in till his lips were a few inches away from Hermione's ear, "He's especially fancy meeting you." 

He felt her shiver violently, causing him to chuckle. With a quick motion of his head, him and his entire crew apparated from the forest and headed to Malfoy Manor.