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The Thrill of the Hunt: My Own Personal Snatcher

Chapter 10: The Wedding

The week was fairly hazy for me; I mostly tried to keep to myself even when doing chores. Of course this was very difficult when Fred and George insisted on following me everywhere and harassing me.

You should have seen how they reacted when they saw all the bruises on my body … furious didn't even begin to cover it when I told them what had happened. And within that day everyone was taking notice of my bruises, forcing me to try to cover them up better.

Fred had even tried asking me to be his date at his brother's wedding. I was quick to turn him down saying I didn't have a proper dress or anything to be anyone's date. In reality I just didn't want to be his date … I knew he'd try for more. Give either of them an inch and they'll make sure to take a mile.

Then again, I didn't want to be anyone's date or even go to the wedding … I was only here on a guilt trip by Remus.

Naturally he didn't take no too well as he bought me one of the most beautiful dresses. I was caught between a rock and a hard place … but I still said no. I wasn't going to be a rude though and happily paid him for it, even though I had to physically shove it in his hands as he didn't want me to pay.

Fleur and I would never get along, that was obvious. As she always had to bitch about something I was doing. Upon seeing the dress she went into a frenzy saying it didn't match the wedding and I'd look too pretty in it. Molly had to remind her I didn't have to match nor would I look like myself … luckily that seemed to calm her down. Forcing me to bite my tongue.

By the time the wedding was getting started I was already worn out. Looking at myself I patted my stomach that seemed to almost bulge out just the tiniest bit. I sighed; no matter how skinny anyone came be they'll always still look pudgy in a dress. I didn't really care though; I was just going to engorge myself on the fire whiskey that had been stocked up for this occasion.

I looked back down at the dress. It was a lilac and black mermaid dress, the black swirling across the soft fabric so intricately, the bottom flaring out gently as the waist hugged my curves tightly and went all the way, a small collar like material to clasp around my neck leaving my back completely bare, my milky skin exposed to the world making me feel utterly uncomfortable. Besides the back it was extremely modest, only a tiny hole to reveal a bit of cleavage on my chest but nothing scandalous.

There was a knock on the door and before I could even open my mouth Fred was already entering, smiling from ear to ear as his eyes glowed. "Wow-za." What an awkward saying.

I gave an uncomfortable smile. "You picked out a wonderful dress Fred. Thank you."

He nodded still smiling, "well, actually you should thank George, he was the one to find that particular one."

I nodded giving a little giggle, turning so he didn't see my back. "I shall thank him then."

Fred nodded as he finally realized what he was there for. "Oh uh … here's the polyjuice potion. George and I made some extras to put in your drink later." He whispered as he handed me the concoction.

I gave him a grateful nod; it had taken two days to find someone with my general body type. Apparently 5'11 and curvy wasn't a common combination. Pinching my nose I bottoms-up'ed it, but my stomach was churning so anxiously I nearly puked it back up.

Fred watched interested as my body began to change. And by the time it was done I looked back in the mirror. I growled seeing the dress looked better on this chick. "I liked it better on you," Fred assured me seeing my pout.

I rolled my eyes, but inhaled sharply seeing that my eyes hadn't changed. "Damn it!" I hissed. It wasn't an uncommon occurrence. Because my eyes had been transformed by potion it took an even stronger potion to change them, so polyjuice was a hit or miss.

"Oh no, we must not have left it boiling as long. I'm so sorry," Fred apologized multiple times, but I finally had to shrug it off, nothing I could do about it. "At least it matches your dress?" he offered sweetly.

I asked him to help me put on my mother's locket. I only ever took it out for special occasions, and even though this occasion wasn't special to me I thought it should at least be seen, who knows when would be the next time I got to wear it, if ever.

Sitting in front of the mirror I watched as Fred's hands almost trembled as he brought the gold chain around my neck; it took him a full minute to clasp it before it finally settled nicely against the dress. He stared at my now paper white neck, "does it still hurt?" He asked, gingerly running his finger just above the material of the dress that clasped around my neck.

"No." I said firmly, putting on eyeliner and it didn't, merely tingle when touched.

Lifting up this girl's straight brown hair I sighed, there wasn't a whole lot I could do with it but pull the top layer back and tie it in a ponytail, trying to curl the rest with magic.

George had come in during this process, the twins talking animatedly about how Percy wasn't there and how it probably was for the best. I merely shrugged, not surprised the boy chose the ministry over his family … he needed the stick pulled out of his ass, but that was something he needed even back in Hogwarts.

As the wedding drew closer I sipped more polyjuice, an extra precaution to make sure I stayed … whoever this girl was.

After assisting in fixing Hagrid's tragic seating mess, I was escorted to my seat by an also polyjuiced Harry I realized I was smack in the front. With two seats besides me next to the isle, I pinched my lips tightly, automatically thinking this was Fred and George's doing. Of course I was right.

Watching Fred sit next to me I crossed my arms over my chest and "hmph"-ed. "Sorry Bree, but you know," he snapped his fingers for effect; "there just weren't any single seats besides the one right next to me."

I hit my face with my hand and dragged on the features. "I hate you." I grumbled as I turned, watching as the whole shindig started.

Fred just winked as he too turned to watch his brother get married. Wolf whistling at his two eldest brothers.

Was it terrible of me to watch this "beautiful" gathering of a groom and bride and only see the short man who was binding them … he had spoken at Dumbledore's funeral, it bothered me that he'd be used for such a happy occasion when the last one was so tragic.

Looking around I saw Molly and Fleur's mother bawling their eyes out, their father's standing proudly. Everyone seemed so enchanted … so why wasn't I? My eyes suddenly darted around, everyone was so happy, in the darkest time of our life … was this suppose to be? Were we really suppose to try and ignore our problems for something like this?

Time to self analyze; I despised this kind of stuff but I should at least be somewhat happy. Something was about to happen.

The reception was right after, the alter and seats all magically transformed it a dance floor and tables that were filled with food. I took that moment to leave for a second, rushing into the house and grabbing my bag, with a little transfiguration my backpack was now a hand purse, and still managed to fit my usual amount. Rushing back out I slide into a seat at the twin's table with a few of their friends; a loud singing coming from Hagrid and Charlie behind us, I guess the first dance was already over.

As the beat turned up I desperately wanted to be on that floor, there was something about dancing that allowed me to lose myself and be happy, do the things that the wedding didn't. Closing my eyes I swayed gently in my seat, not caring I was alone at the table or who was watching.

"Care to dance?" Gazing up I saw George staring at me, his handsome smile beaming. I shrugged; it was a party, why shouldn't I at least try to enjoy while it lasted. Taking his hand he was quick to pull me too him and lead me in the small space we had to dance. I was surprised he was such a talented dancer.

"May I cut in?" Fred asked cheerily, already grabbing my waist before dragging me elsewhere. The beat was too fast for a traditional dance, so Fred and I just had fun making our own moves laughing and dancing not caring who looked at us oddly. Okay, this was actually fun.

As the song finished I mentally made a note to take another dose of poly juice in 40 minutes, I was so anal about the time.

The song turned slow again and Fred refused to let me go, but I didn't mind as much. Placing my arms around his neck he smiled affectionately into my eyes. "They are so beautiful." He complimented.

I couldn't help but smile; the fire whiskey was really hitting me hard. "Thank you."

We continued to dance for a long time, though I'd often switch partners just for a new face. Lupin, Harry, Charlie, Ron, to name a few, hell I even got a dance in with a tipsy Hagrid, but Fred somehow always made it back in line.

Taking a tight hold on me we started to slow dance together, staring at other dancing couples. "Your brother looks very comfortable with that girl, Hermione."

He smiled weakly looking at his brother before turning back to me, his face sobering up. Fred suddenly cleared his throat, his hands fidgeted at my waist. His voice was serious, "So Brynja…"

"Izabella." I corrected him, looking around suspiciously; luckily the music was too loud to hear.

"Sorry … Izabella," he corrected himself, his hands now starting to softly stroke my bare back in an almost ticklish way.

I felt like I was trying to swallow something hard as I stared at the nervous man.

"I know you aren't looking for anything but I was wondering … after this whole thing is over, when life is settled … if you'd go to dinner with me, just dinner." He confirmed it wouldn't lead to anything more. "Maybe see where it goes?" He asked, his honey eyes staring deeply into mine, hoping for something that wasn't rejection.

My heart dropped as I continued to sway with the music. My first reaction was to flat out refuse, but … something Remus had said me to … not too long ago. About having something to look forward to after the war; a reason to keep fighting. I still wanted to say no.

Sucking in my lower lip I chewed on it softly but finally forced a smile and shrugged gently, "Yes … maybe." That's when I leaned down to kiss him, brushing over his lips with mine. Something for him to look forward to …

I just hope I don't survive long enough to break his heart.

There was a whizzing and a crash right then … party's over.

#$%!

This was the night … the night when the snatchers and death eaters would infiltrate some kind of big wedding known to be filled with members of the Order. The biggest snatch Scabior ever had, it was exciting for him … so exciting his team came early, making sure there was enough for him to snatch.

He was amazed at the huge tent and loud music playing, going ahead of his group he stayed in the shadows as he peered through the flaps in the tent, his mind calculating all the potential galleons.

That's when the scent breezed past him. He snorted and his muscles tightened. "Of fucking course." He muttered under his breath as he stared at the dancing couple, more so the girl.

He was excited to see her again, his senses aroused as he watched her, in her polyjuice form swing around the floor till a slow song came on. Looking at her face he could just make out her bright eyes and chuckled … bingo, no mistaking her.

That's when he noticed the guy … he was the same one from Diagon Alley she had been snogging. Scabior seethed from the shadows, already wanting a piece of this guy. Could his delectable pray already have someone?

He continued to watch them in his fury, watching as her face got suddenly serious, like she was making a difficult decision. Saying something he couldn't hear he was forced to watch as her lips brushed this … this … person, the guy looking so fucking happy. Scabior's grip on his wand tightened as he just got ready, it wasn't too much longer.

A sudden large silver form emitted into the tent, but there were too many people around for Scabior to see what it was. "The Ministry has fallen. Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming," a deep booming voice rang repeatedly through the tent. Scabior snorted as he got ready, already seeing black figures whizzing over his head.

Within moments there was utter panic, people apparating all over the place. Scabior's eyes immediately fell on her. Scabior was impressed that she didn't panic, merely took charge, pulling a different red head to two other teenagers, shoving them before they apparated. Then she ran to grab her purse, immediately pulling out her wand and assisting in the shielding process.

The snatcher jumped to others as Death Eaters started to emerge into the tent, his own mask secured tightly to his face. He went up behind her and grabbed her tightly around the waist, "Get out of here, save yourself."

She turned to face him with hateful eyes but it was the guy she was dancing that had blasted Scabior away from her. Hitting the ground hard Scabior jumped right back up, watching as she and the guy went back to back, attacking and hurting as many as possible. He watched as a man crumpled to the floor dead because of one of her attacks.

She was really thrilling him.

He didn't even bother to try and snatch anyone at this point … this was his time to finally get her. He just had to try and figure out how.

Ducking under a few attacks he scurried under tables till he got fairly close, her silver heels visible under her dress. He looked up at her from his hiding; her face was sharp and fierce, adding fuel to Scabior's fire.

"Fred, run! GO! Get your family and get out!" She screamed as she attacked another death eater, kicking him in the face as he fell. The boy didn't seem too enthused but looking around to see that his family was having trouble.

She spun on her heels, using the same spell she had used on Greyback on others, blood spurting everywhere. Why did that make her so much more attractive? She turned to help her friends when Scabior took his chance, running and tackling her to the ground, forcing her to side-along apparate with him, people still screaming in the back ground.

They landed with a heavy thud. She was already starting to scream and punch him. "Get the fuck off me." She kicked him in the groin, the impact forcing him to roll over and cradle his hurt jewels. Getting up she ripped the mask off of him, her violet eyes looking violent as her teeth clenched.

She kicked him in the stomach making him turn over. "How dare you take me from there!" She kicked him again for an extra measure before getting ready to apparate but Scabior wouldn't allow her the pleasure, turning quickly he pulled on her ankles making her fall, her wand flying out of her hand.

"Damn it, I was saving you bitch! If they caught you they would have tortured you."Of course that wasn't his real reason.

She knew it. "LIAR!"She screamed again, kicking him right in the ribs.

#$%!

He was going to die. How fucking dare he take me from that place? He was going to pay dearly for this.

Hitting the ground hard I was quick to try and get up again but Scabior was quick to get on me. He tried to pin my arms but I kept kicking out my legs, I refused to lose to him. "STAY STILL!" He growled, punching my stomach. It might have knocked the wind out of me but I wouldn't stop fighting. Getting my legs free I wrapped them around Scabior's thighs in a vice grip; a tightly ripping sound could be heard from the dress.

The strong snatcher seemed amazed and confused at what I had just done, and taking that moment I reached up and sunk my teeth into his chest, my sharp canines especially useful for this. He yelled in pain as he grabbed my throat with both hands to try and pull me back, this gave me the chance to push off the ground with my free hands, flipping us so I was on top, my thighs squeezing harder against his legs. My own hands on his neck as well.

We stood there glaring at each other, our hands pressed hard against each other's windpipe. Now we were in competition to who passed out first.

I would have won if he didn't have a trick up his sleeve. Bringing his hand down he yelled out a spell that made me fly off him, landing hard on the ground, and before I could even blink, "Locomotor mortis!" My legs were bonded together by what felt like invisible rope.

I growled as I continued to try to get up, rocking my body back and forth I managed to jump up awkwardly, almost falling again as I leaned too forward but caught myself luckily.

"COWARD!" I shrieked, "Fight me like a real man!"

Scabior was already getting tired. "Real man? Fine." He hissed as he undid my leg lock.

Able to move I ran and dove for my wand, picking it up, "EXPULSO!" I screamed a large explosion happening right where Scabior was moments ago; he was fortunate enough to jump out of the way.

"HEY! I thought you wanted a real fight!" Scabior yelled.

I inhaled heavily. "Fine." I growled as I tossed my wand near my fallen bag. I hated the idea of ripping the dress but there was no time now to change, so grabbing the end of the fabric I ripped it up to my hip.

Scabior stared amazed at the new skin that I was revealing hungrily but managed to look at my face right as I ran and got a right hook in. His face snapped to the side, but as the next punch was thrown he grabbed it and elbowed me in the chest, an audible "oomph" fell from my mouth. He went to punch me but I jumped back, just ducking as I jammed my fist into his stomach, my leg sweeping out to make him fall.

I stepped back, "get up," my voice was low and dangerous, taking off my heels and throwing them aside.

It took him a second but he was up again and by that time the polyjuice was staring to wear off, my façade dropping as he started at the real me. It took him another second, his mouth open in awe as he stared but soon regretted it as I punched him again.

We were in a deadly dance, our bodies swirling around each other, our fists slicked with blood as we kept going at it. One would get flipped but then the other would get tripped. Surprisingly flexible we sometimes managed to miss the others attacks, sometimes we weren't so lucky. Our eyes barely leaving each other as our need to win, our need to impose their dominance grew.

He grabbed my arm tightly, lifting it over my head when he went to punch me and I just mimicked him as he tried to retaliate. With our arms held tightly above our head we growled at each other, our bodies pressed tightly together, our eyes unmoving, his dark sea greys staring into my violets. I tried to rip my grip back from his grasp but it was useless, we were stuck like that. We stared for another moment, before he finally let out a lustful snarl and leaned in.

That's when it happened. It wasn't as magical as stories let people think it is. His lips crashed against mine, his cold eyes still staring into mine. It was hard, rough and nowhere near romantic. I didn't get those damned butterflies I didn't even feel light headed. It was purely his lips capturing mine.

Finally my grip loosened a little, a small groan coming from my throat as I moved my lips against his. They tasted like blood. He seemed happy by this as he closed his eyes, his hand reaching to hold mine, lacing our fingers it was still in a tight grip above our heads. He walked me backwards till my back roughly hit a tree where he sandwiched me there.

#$%!

Watching her change back Scabior's need to dominate became vicious; she looked so beautiful, so full of angry passion standing above him, her dark hair and features coming back. Her face was so sharp, almost looking like the elves of legend, it was captivating.

There is nothing sexier than a fighter. As the blood dripped down her lips he had an urge to taste it, to lick all the blood off her. Distracted she had punched him. Tangled in the fight all he could do was stare at her, not even realizing how close he was till he felt her soft breasts pressed against his chest, their arms tangled above her head. Now if only this was in a bedroom.

Scabior had no idea what drew him to do this but he couldn't help it as he leaned in, wanting to know her reaction. As their lips touched he still stared, her eyes still glaring but she didn't pull away. It took a while for her grasp on his arm to loosen and the small groan to meet his ears before he really got into it. He was even more determined to have her, make more noises come out of her; pressing her up against the tree he was able to take more control.

She had dropped his arm which snaked around her soft waist, pulling her tighter to him, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth.

Damn, she wouldn't even let him be dominant there, their tongues fighting to be in the other's mouth. She was good.

He let out his own moan as her hand grasped his hair hard, pulling it hard as she bit his lip and tugged it between her teeth in such a sexy way his arousal felt like it was going to break the zipper. He immediately let go of her wrist, her arm dropping to his shoulder, his hand went to her exposed thigh, the soft but muscular limb felt wonderful under his fingertips, he wanted more.

Pulling away from her mouth for a second he stared at her, her dark eyelashes fluttering heavily over her bright eyes, his lips already starting to get puffy as her chest rose and fell quickly, everything about her attracted him so much he couldn't stand it. His mind stumbled upon the look in her cold eyes as she had killed that man… Scabior moaned at the thought that he might have to tame her. He took her lips more ferociously.

They went like this for minutes, her talented lips moving in just the right ways, making just the right sounds as he nipped and kissed her neck, her fingers brushing the right places.

Scabior's belladonna was becoming to be such a lustful kitten.

He couldn't handle it as he moved away from her, her eyes staring at him as if to give permission. Shrugging off his jacket he went to take off his shirt, barely over his head he heard a rustle pop and pulling it down fast she was nowhere in sight.

Scabior felt his whole self sink with the realization … he had meant to interrogate her but instead she had left him right in the middle of this forest … the only thing he had learned was the taste of her lips.

Hey guys! Hope you enjoyed this special chapter ... I am told that long is good so I guess I'll stop worrying over word count. Thanks for the feedback!

And if you can't tell by now Snape and Fred are my favorite characters. This chapter almost made me want to write a story for Fred, but that would take away from dear Scabior. Maybe a chapter tomorrow? I have to study for my next final but maybe!