A/N: This is my first Fanifiction, so bear with me here... um... I don't own Harry Potter, or any of the characters in this. Also the story line is a bit like in the movie in this chapter... Yeah... Enjoy? And since the plot is a bit Romeo and Juliet-ish, the title is a line that Juliet says... Yeah...

CHAPTER 1

"Shut it! You stupid dog."

Fenrir growled and barred his teeth at me, "Lemme have one more lil' bite! C'mon Scabior!"

I narrowed my eyes at him, "No, you've already infected 'er. Ain't that enough?"

Fenrir licked his lips and smiled, "Yeah, that was quite delicious."

I rolled my eyes, "Well, let's hope that that was enough, 'cause you're gonna be the one to carry 'er."

I smirked at Fenrir's reaction, he looked down at the passed out girl in a disgusted manner, "Do I have to touch her? She's all 'eavy too!"

"But Fenrir! Weren't you jus' wanting to bite 'er again? What is that if it ain't touchin'?"

Fenrir growled again but did not retort, he picked up the girl and held her at a distance using both of his arms.

All of the snatchers in my little group have already caught at least one person for the day but I just sat by and watched. I reserve myself for the more fun ones, and I can always tell by their smell if they are worth it. If not, then Fenrir or someone else in my group gets them.

Fenrir was still holding the girl at bay and I chuckled lightly, the thing with Fenrir is that he does not mind touching nor biting muggles, mudblood, and blood-traitors one bit if they are awake and able to scream. But moment they finally pass out or are unable to muster any strength to do so Fenrir becomes tired of them. He is truly like a dog. He cannot play with one toy for too long or he tires of it.

We stopped and I turned to the rest of our small group, "Oi! Now listen up! 'Ere's what we're gonna do! We're gonna go meet up with the rest of our group by foot! Yes, Fenrir, you still have to carry the girl."

Fenrir snarled and held the girl even further away from him as possible.

I continued, "The reason being, is that many of ya' may know that 'Arry Potter 'as been traveling 'round with a mudblood and a bloodtraitor, yea' that's a lotta galleons there! So, 'e might be in these woods somewhere. Jus' keep yer' eyes peeled and noses open. And if ye' sense somethin' then tell the rest of us."

The only snatchers that groaned or had an air of retort in them were the ones that had something to carry. But Fenrir was the only one carrying a muggle.

We walked through the woods together and quickly. As we entered a clearing, a scent reached my nose. I swear, if I had a camera or a mirror in my face, I would have seen my eyes dilute hungrily. I looked around for the source of the scent, but there was no one in sight. But I knew that this was not something that just grew in the forest in the middle of Great Britain. I walked further into the clearing and the scent grew stronger. Cinnamon. With a hint of cocoa. A floral undertone. A girl. And she was worth it.

I heard a loud thump behind me and turned around so quickly that my braid smacked me in the face, was it the person that was emitting this delicious scent? Alas—No. Fenrir took advantage of me being mesmerized by the mysterious cinnamon, cocoa, and floral person to toss the muggle girl down and breathe heavily. I diverted my attention away from Fenrir to walk closer to the middle of the clearing, the floral and cocoa undertones began to shine through the cinnamon now, and all three were strong. She was here! I just knew it! Somehow, unseen and untouchable, she was standing nearby. I just knew it.

Only someone beautiful could smell this great, I smirked, hoping the invisible beauty would see me and then murmured, "I'll meet you one of these days, beautiful..."

I backed out of the center of the clearing reluctantly. I just wanted to bottle up the cinnamon, cocoa, and flower scent to keep it in my jacket pocket. The scent grew a bit fainter as I approached Fenrir.

I hit him on the back of his head, "Get up! You damn dog!"

He snarled and snapped at me, I just rolled my eyes, "Come on! Pick up the girl and let's go back already. We're almost there already, 'kay?"

We started walking away from the clearing and when none of my fellow snatchers were looking, I glanced back at the clearing and heard some commotion coming from it. I smiled, maybe I will get a chance to see the worthy beauty even tonight.

I ran forward, because I was lagging behind everyone else so I could still hear anything going on in the clearing. I halted everyone and then cleared my throat, "Oi! The campsite is jus' over that log right there. Go downhill for a minute or so and you'll be there! Any questions?"

Fenrir was the only one to speak up, "Yeah! Where you goin'?"

I narrowed my eyes at him,"Me? I'm gonna go see if there are any other mudbloods I can find."

Fenrir grinned at the thought of more people to torture and nodded approvingly. I turned around and dashed back down the way we came, towards the clearing. Rain started spattering the leaves above, I did not take notice until I realized that it was making a conversation that was going on in the clearing difficult to hear. Actually... scratch that. It was not a bloody conversation, it was a girl screaming a boy's name. Get your minds out of the gutter, it was not at all a sexual or a pleasurable scream. It was an anguished scream. Then I heard a "pop" signaling that someone just apparated in or out of the clearing. As if the rain knew the girl's anguish, it started pouring more and more, and the girl began crying the boy's name, giving up.

Now I could guess that the person that just apparated was this boy she was calling for, Ron, she said? I sighed, nothing productive. I started stretching my legs, "Oh well, no one worthwhile 'ere for me to snatch." I mumbled to myself.

The wind blew from the clearing towards me, allowing me to hear the girl cry properly. I rolled my eyes, "Teenagers. Better go fetch Fenrir, 'e loves 'em nice and y—" But I did not get to finish the mumble to myself because it was the unbearable scent of cinnamon, cocoa, and flowers the cut me short.

It was the girl.

~~EARLIER, HERMIONE'S PERSPECTIVE~~

I stretched and swept my legs over the edge of the uncomfortable bed. I slammed the book I was reading shut with my left hand as I ran my right hand through my hair. I felt the sensation that someone was watching me, so I looked up to see Ron looking away abruptly. I sighed and got off the bed, Harry was laying on his back on his bed with his snitch hovering above his nose. Harry noticed that I got up and glanced over at me, I looked at him and gestured to the tent flap, "I'm going to walk around our perimeter..." Harry nodded and then focused on the snitch again.

I lifted the flap and stepped outside the cat scented and stuffy tent. I then took a deep breath and then walked away from our tent. It was set up on the edge of this clearing and I started walking to the center of it. As soon as I reached the center, also the edge of our little protective perimeter, I heard something rustling coming from the further right edge of the clearing.

I gasped as I saw several men push through the bushes and branches. The first of the several had dark brown hair that was woven into a braid. He was sort of rugged looking and not as harsh as the men that followed him. The man that was closest to him was a person that I immediately recognized, Fenrir Greyback. My eyes widened as I saw that Greyback was carrying what seemed to be a young girl with a look of disgust on his already hideous face. The girls pale skin was splattered with blood that I deducted to be her own.

I took a deep breath and poised my foot, ready to start walking away from the horrid scene backwards. But then the dark brown haired man stopped suddenly and his head turned slowly. His eye widened and he started looking around as if he was looking for something—bloody hell.

My heart started beating faster and my body started to shake lightly. My mind was poring over all the enchantments that were cast around our camp. We had all the spells cast, how in the world did he know that I was standing there? The dark brown haired man started walking toward the middle of the clearing, exactly where I was.

Bloody hell.

I did not run though. Two reasons. First reason was completely logical, if we accidentally miscast the Muffilato spell, then the man would have easily heard me. But the second reason was far from logic. The second reason was that I was somewhat mesmerized by the dark brown haired man. The closer he came, the more details seemed to jump out. His hair was not just dark brown after all, there was a streak of red that was the color of fresh blood. But before he got close enough so I could see his eyes, out of the corner of mine I saw Fenrir drop the young girl beside a log.

The man whipped his head around, somewhat excitedly I noticed. His braid smacked him in the face and I had to stifle a laugh. The man's shoulders drooped and he turned to where I was again. He continued walking closer to where I was and I could see his eyes now. A beautiful shade of dark blue, they bore into my eyes even though he could not see me. As he grew closer, I saw his pupils dilate. He took a deep breath through his nose—and it hit me.

He can smell me.

He stopped within inches of me. If it were not for the barrier and the sound spell we cast, I would have felt his breath on my cheek and he would have been able to hear my heart pounding. The dark brown haired man with a red streak smirked and murmured so softly that I had to strain to hear it.

"I'll meet you one of these days, beautiful..."

I turned around and bumped into Harry.

"Oh, Harry. I didn't hear you walk up to me."

He smiled and then said softly, "I'm guessing this proves that your enchantments work."

I hugged him tightly and then we started walking back to the tent. We entered side by side to see a furious Ron sitting up in his bed. We made eye contact for a minute and I opened my mouth to say something, but then he lay down on the bed roughly and turned away.

I turned to Harry, "Harry, while I was out there, something came to my mind."

Harry looked at me and nodded, "What was it?"

I bit my lip and thought of what to say, I just wanted to draw our attention away from the snatchers. Especially the one with the blood red streak in his hair and his dark blue eyes. Then I looked at Ron and remembered the horcrux, a basilisk fang destroyed the diary. But it was the venom that killed it.

"Goblin made items." I looked at Harry and dove my arm into my beaded bag. I groped around until I felt the binding that had two bumps on it. I pulled out the book "Magical Artifacts". I flipped through until I reached the section about Goblin made items.

I scanned the page and grinned, I then looked at Harry and then started reading the section out loud, "Goblin-made blades imbibe only that which strengthens them. For example, if a goblin-made dagger was to be coated in a poison, then the blade will inherit the poison's qualities and would be able to poison one if scratched by the blade."

Harry looked at me with a puzzled look, "What does that have to do with anything?"

I groaned and then hit him with the book, "Think Harry! What do we know is goblin made?"

He stared at me, "Well beside the tiara Fleur wore at the wedding...I guess... the sword of Gryffindor, but what good is that?"

Harry sat there quietly for a minute then he gasped sharply, "I stabbed the basilisk!"

I beamed at him, "Precisely! Harry, it had basilisk venom on it, and that means that the sword of Gryffindor has the deadly qualities of basilisk venom!"

He started smiling too, "It can defeat horcruxes! Ron! Ron!" Harry looked around the tent and then looked at Ron's cold back, "Mate! We've found a way to defeat the horcruxes!"

Ron looked up sourly, it was a face I never saw him make before towards anyone he cared about, "Oh! So you remembered about me then? All of a sudden I exist again?"

Harry gaped at him, "What are you going on about Ron? Since when did you not exist?"

Ron scoffed, "Maybe when you two were having that touchy moment outside?"

I felt anger bubble up in me, "Ron! That wasn't anything!"

Harry looked the same way, he looked at Ron with such disbelief in his eyes. Ron stood up and pointed to the tent flap.

"You two were outside, hugging and doing Merlin knows what because that's all I saw! We haven't found any bloody horcruxes and you two are all lovey dovey!"

I saw the gleam of the locket's chain on his neck, it made sense why he was so agitated. He was wearing the locket for the majority of the day.

"Ron, please, take off the locket. It's clouding your perception of everything. Just take it off." I reached my hand towards him and he smacked it away angrily.

"Keep your hands on yourself, Granger. Or should I say to keep them on Harry!"

Harry was fuming, "Oi! You know very well that it's not like that Ron! And don't' hit Hermione!"

Harry then shoved Ron and Ron then snarled him, tears were flooding over my cheeks as I watched my two best friends fighting.

"Okay! You know what?" Ron tore the locket off his neck and threw it onto one of the chairs in the tent, "I'm just going to leave you two to your peace!" He then grabbed his rucksack and opened the flap, I ran after him.

"Ron! Don't do this! Don't go!" I tried to grab him, but he shook me off.

"Go snog your Boyfriend Granger!"

Rain started to softly pelt us as I continued to rush after him, I felt the ripple of magic around us as we left the perimeter of safety. My mind dashed to the dark brown haired man with the red streak for millisecond before I grasped Ron's arm firmly, "Ron! Don't go! We need you! I need you."

Ron turned quickly, "Well then, come with me."

Dark brown hair.

"Leave Harry behind, he'll sort it out."

Blood red streak.

"You already figured it all out for him though. The sword?"

Dark blue eyes.

"Come on Hermione."

I shook my head, as an answer and to clear my mind of the man, "We promised Harry, Ron, we have to be there for him."

Ron's eyes turned cold, "Fine then, you obviously prefer 'The Chosen One'."

Before I could reply a crack echoed throughout the woods and the rain continued to pelt me, I knew that those snatchers could not have been too far off, but it felt reasonable to cry in anguish.

"Ron! RON! ROOONNN!"

I curled up into a ball and started to cry, he was gone. Ron was gone. If he wanted to come back he never could, he would never know where we were. The continued to pelt down harder, it drenched my clothing so it stuck to my skin. My mind wandered to the dark brown haired man again. I closed my eyes and visualized him comforting me, different from the other snatchers.

I sighed, my sobs finally subsided. I had to go tell Harry. I closed my eyes and visualized the man again, bending over me and cupping my face in his hands, asking me why I was crying. I thought back to how Ron had the decency to disapparate outside of the safety perimeter, if he did it within the perimeter, then Harry would have been completely exposed.

Dark brown hair. Blood red streak. Dark blue eyes.

I smiled inwardly, thank Merlin for a good imagination.

I opened my eyes and stood up, I imagined that I would turn around and the man would be there. Staring at me with the same smirk he had earlier on his face. Then he would say something in that amazing accent of his. Something with the word 'beautiful' in it.

I felt the rain dripping down my neck and then I turned around eyes closed, imagining the dark brown haired man again. What would he say though? I pondered it—

"'Ello, beautiful."

A/N: How was it? Was it okay? I already have the second chapter written up but I want at least 8 reviews before I post it. Criteria is greatly appreciated... yeah... Thanks for reading!