I Dare You to Snatch My Heart

A Scabior Fanfiction

Disclaimer: Oh seriously now! I don't claim anything!

A/N: So here it is the 30th review special! …Sort Of… Review and Rave! Oh and her name is Cleopatria with an i. I thought it rolled off the tongue easier, you know.

PS: You guys have stopped reviewing don't loose hope in me!

Chapter 9 (official) The Capture of Two Hearts

Song for the dance:

The Snatchers- The Safety Dance- Men without hats

Previously in IDYTSMH: "Well love, last night I got an invitation to a snatcher part. Sort 'a a mockery of rich snobs like the Malfoys and the Blacks"

A party? This catches my attention so I urge him on "and…"

"And you, beautiful star of my life, you are going to be my date!"

As I gaze out the shop window, I can hear Jeanie, a shop assistant, ask me something but my focus is elsewhere. From my spot on a platform in front of the main window, I can see past the bustling road and into the men's haberdashery across the street. There I could see Scabior, yelling at the store owner and waving around his ridiculous cane like a cranky old man. Probably because they had no ties in plaid! I have no idea how he managed to get me to go with him tonight but I have a feeling it has something to do with those kohl-rimmed grey eyes and how with one glance my lonely heart skips a beat.

"Hey…Hello…Oi!"

"Yes?" I say quickly turning to face Jeanie, my face burning.

"What do you think?" she asks motioning with one little hand to the mirror to my left.

This small but expensive witch boutique has many colourful dresses with intricate designs and Scabior had given me enough money to buy them all (where he had gotten the money, I decided not to ask), but I had chosen a simple gray gown with a high collar. The dress I now see in the mirror before me definitely is not the dull one I had wanted. It is…pink, a soft rosy colour with a scooping neckline and a chiffon tutu like skirt, simply a cloud of pink. This dress is the essence of pretty and pretty I am not! What happened to the gray thing?

"Er, I don't mean to sound rude but what is this?" I ask Jeanie, gingerly touching the pink skirts and raising a brow. The otherwise quiet girl springs to life, rolling her eyes and giving me a look.

"You are a witch right?" she asks twirling a strand of mousey brown hair around her finger.

I nod and she continues, "This is an Ophelia Kahn original," she says as if that explains everything. I must still look stupid because she rolls her eyes again and explains further.

"Her designs are charmed to fit the first emotion the wearer feels while trying on the dress. So pink…got someone special out there?" she asks with a knowing smirk, heading towards the window. I turn as pink as the dress and hope she doesn't guess.

"Is it him?" she squeals pointing to a brawny man with a cheesy white grin. I snort and she shrugs.

"Okay…not your type then-Oh how 'bout him!" she exclaims pointing towards a tall man with a girl on either arm. I roll my eyes and am about to ask her to stop when she's at it again.

"Oh look at hi- Oh my God…Snatchers!"

"What!" I exclaim pushing past her and peeking out the window. Sure enough, Scabior and his crew were marching down the lane, making the crowds part like the Red Sea. Rather than die letting him see me in the pink dress, I dash behind the curtain of the changing stall and through the dress over to a helpless Jeanie, holding my breath all the while.

"Oh Merlin! I'm a half-blood! I hear they're taking us too! What do you think they want with-"

"Jeanie!"

Right at that moment, the bell above the front door chimed merrily and from my hiding spot, I could see a familiar figure with a bedazzled cane stride impatiently to a trembling Jeanie.

"He-he-hello sir!" she tries wearing a wavering smile "How may I help you today?"

He pushes past her roughly, his boots making loud clicks as he searches behind endless racks of shimmering fabric.

Jeanie scuttles behind him, wringing her hands, a thin line between her eyebrows. Poor girl!

"Well sir, we have many designs that might pl-"

"Shu' up!" Scabior roars, whipping around and aiming his wand at her throat. Quickly slipping into my (cough cough) new plaid flannel dress, I decide I'd rather make my presence known than let someone be killed by the fury of a snatcher.

"Temper, Scabby, temper!" I call out, making both of their heads turn.

"There you are, love. I hope you found something…intriguing for tonight" he says with a Cheshire grin, lowering his wand. Jeanie's jaw drops.

"A; I don't want to go and B; don't expect me to look all hot goddess, agreed?" I say flicking a strand of hair from out of my eyes.

Before he can reply, Jeanie appears from behind a large checkout desk with a small bag in hand.

"Here you go," she says slowly, giving me an odd look. Well I am with a ruthless killer who has most likely used several unforgivables and let's face it; we looked like a really odd unstable…couple. Ugh!

"'ere" says Scabior, handing Jeanie a handful of coins and grabbing my wrist, practically dragging me out the shop.

"Bye," I call back to the mousey haired girl whose eyes saw me differently now, now that I'm with him, Scabior, the snatcher.

SSSSS

"Wait!" she calls putting a hand on my arm and looking up at me.

"I need just one more thing, please…"

I really want to get back to the camp so I could see what she had found to wear tonight, but instead I roll my eyes and cross my arms giving into those eyes of hers. She gives a quick smug smile and skips off, turning the corner and out of sight. I sigh and lean against the cold stone wall behind me. My me, who were getting a little fire whiskey at a near by pub, would be ashamed seeing their boss losing his head over some girl. I glance at the red band circling my arm and images of last night flash before my eyes:

Leaving Cleo to Hunt. Finding the muggle boy. Torture. Questioning. Death of the innocent. Returning. A smile from Cleo.

A smile from a beautiful woman for the sinner, a flash of green death for the innocent.

I take out a lighter and am about to have a smoke, when a hand reaches out and takes the lighter.

"That's disgusting," she says blowing out the flame. Throwing back the lighter, Cleo crosses her arms and I secretly vow never to take a drag again. I begin to walk and she has to take long strides to catch up.

"What do you have there, blondie?" I ask, motioning to the large bag in her hand, only to receive a pink-lipped smirk. Women!

"A surprise!" she says in a sing- song-y voice, giving me a headache. Well two can play at this game.

"Ah, a surprise! Does this surprise happen to be small, black, and lacy?" I ask, looking out of my eye to see that blush I love. Pushing the limit, I tug on the hem of her dress, only to send her whipping around, a wand pointed at my chest.

"Where the 'ell did you get that?"

"I found it among the other ones in your desk three days ago. It's Watson's." she explains, her head bent.

"So let me get this, sweetheart, you could have left, escaped three days ago and your still here?"

Her head tilts up her wide eyes looking curiously into mine, "What makes you think I want to leave?"

Then, there is only silence.

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I see pull my jacket around my shoulders and sit on a big boulder outside of the tent, waiting for my turn to get dressed for tonight. I grab my shopping bag and pull out the small metallic box, grandfather would be proud. Tonight I was going to sort of stir trouble at the party with this little muggle machine, a radio! I would hide it first, and then I would…

"Cleo! Can you get in here?" I hear him call from inside the tent. Approaching the red fort warily, I pull back the flap to see a well-dressed Scabior looking into the vanity mirror. He wore a black suit with a dark green vest with silver embroidery underneath. Around his neck there was an untied silver cravat.

"Would you stop staring and get over here?" he asks irritably, still looking into the mirror. Flushed and embarrassed, I walk up to him and rock back and forth on my feet, my hands behind my back. This is all very awkward.

"Can you tie this…tie?" he asks turning to face me and waving around an end of the cravat.

"It's a cravat, Scabior. They were mostly used in the Victorian era. Am I addressing Scabior here or Mr. Darcy?"

"Who?"

"Never mind," I say getting even closer and pulling on the sides of the silk material. I can smell slight cologne on him, a sort of woodsy scent mixed in with the scent of a burning fire. I close my eyes for just a second before returning my gaze to intently looking at the cravat. I can sense that he's looking down at me, his eyes burning onto the top of my head, watching waiting.

"There," I say tying the last loop. He then raises a hand and places it over mine, on his chest and over his heart. My heart is beating so fast at that moment, I can think of anything but now, not the future, not the past, just…now. His arm circles my waist and he leans his head down, coarse red strands brushing against my cheek.

Kiss me, I long to say, kiss me now.

"Hey boss, when d'ya think Umbridge is going to pay us?" a voice calls from behind me. The moment is over and Scabior lets go of me, a scowl on his face. He looms over Snatcher number one and mutters something close to his ear. A look of terrified horror appears on the poor soul's face and he scuttles out of the tent, making me wonder what exact death threat Scabior gave him. Scabior turns around to face me, raising a finger as if to say something, but then smiles at me teasingly and with a wink he is gone.

SSSSSS

I am trying to guess what her dress looks like while sitting out in the cold waiting for my date. Black? No too serious. Red? After entering my tent, she'll probably never wear red again. I'm distracted, though, when I notice that my candles are creating a lovely silhouette against the front of the tent. I lean back against a boulder and watch as she gets ready for the party. After a while her voice calls from inside, "Er, Scabior, I can't go right now…I'll meet you there!"

"Now, I am not arriving at this party without my date!" I shout back. Women never stop confusing me.

"Scabior…" she whines. Now, I'm handsome, brave, dangerous, and dark, but I am not patient.

"Out. Now." I say and smile as I see the flap of the tent open slightly. That's more like it. Come on, just a few more steps. She is beautiful, as she stands before me now, her head bent, she is dazzling. She is also wearing pink, not expected, but nevertheless lovely. Her hair is now charmed to reach her shoulders, slightly tan shoulders I long to touch. I walk towards her and lift her chin with a hand. Her brown eyes stare into mine, her lips tremble slightly, begging to be kissed. I lean forward and smell her perfume. I bought a new bottle for her in town. The money was well spent.

"Scabior," she whispers, "can you…" She turns around and I see that she needs help with the zipper and I'm always willing to help a lady in need. After taking longer than needed to zip the dress, I turn her around and hold out my arm.

"Shall we?"

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We're here now, in front of a large party tent with several connecting parts. Dark and haunting music echoes from within along with laughter. I am extremely nervous, clutching Scabior arm tightly.

What if they don't like me? What if they find out I'm a half-blood/ What if they kill me? There are many 'what ifs' and there is only one way to find out what will happen. Entering the largest tent, I keep my head held high even though I'm going mad on the inside. Scabior whispers something in my ear but I hear nothing as a tall brunette approaches us, her eyes set on Scabior. Who is this?

"Ah Rachel, the beautiful hostess!" Scabior says with a smile I don't like. Rachel wears a dark red dress with an extremely low neckline. I look like a fairy princess, while she looks like a glamorous starlet. Great, just great. I look around me as Scabior and Rachel begin to chat. The tent is dark and there are people everywhere, all dressed in rich dark colors. I stand out ridiculously and regret even coming.

"Rachel, let me introduce you to Cleo Wright," Scabior says and I whip my head around and take Rachel's hand. Her nails dig into my fingers sharply and I give her a glare covered with a sweet smile.

'It's a pleasure," I lie and she takes her hand away glaring all the while.

Time passes and soon its time for me to set my plan in action. Telling Scabior that I'm going to get a drink, I am sadly disappointed when I see that he doesn't care at all. He is transfixed by Rachel's dark beauty. As I push through the crowd, who most I realize, are murderers, and toward the band, I mutter a quick silencio and the music stops. The lead singer tries to belt out another word but cannot. Hidden by the shadows, I grab my purse and pull out a shrunken radio.

"Engorgio" I whisper and the little metal box becomes heavy. Closing my eyes and crossing my fingers I flip on the on switch and with a quick concealing charm I dash away. The music starts immediately and everyone looks confused. A quirky techno beat echoes through the now silent room until one snatcher shouts, "Yeah! Let's dance!" All the crowd, most drunk, start to dance strangely, arms flailing and hips swaying. I smile and let out a giggle as I notice the song: an old 80's beat called "The Safety Dance". I am about to start dancing too when I feel an arm grab my own and pull me behind a table of firewhiskey and into a corner.

"What," Scabior hisses motioning towards the dancing crowds, "is this?"

"My surprise," I say with a smirk "Oh come on…they like it"

He gives me a dark look and I know that I'm on thin ice.

"I never should have brought you woman!"

"Fine, then! Go snog you're new girlfriend and I'll turn off the radio and no one will be happy!" I shout, my temper flaring. And with that, I open a flap to the tent and run out into the night, hot tears running down my face. In the open forest I run and find a small pond near by. Colored lanterns are levitating above the pond and a hidden flute is playing a small sad tune. Everything in my life has become so dramatic, like a bad soap opera. I begin to sob uncontrollably into my hands and fall down onto the soft grass, when I feel a weight on my shoulder and look up to see two gray eyes looking down at me.

"I'm so sorry, love." Scabior says offering a hand. I take it and wipe the tears from my eyes with the other.

"I just wanted to do something fun, I… I didn't mean for you to get upset," I say my voice trembling "because I care about you very much and when I saw you with…" He then shushes me and crushing me against his chest.

"I'm going to kiss you now, Cleo" he murmurs into my ear and I look up, daring to believe what he says is true, and let his lips fall over mine. As he kisses me, fiercely as if the world was ending, I can't help but feel an odd sense that something is not right. I push the feeling aside and return his kiss. The slow destruction of the walls built around my heart, makes me lift my hands to run my fingers through his hair. At first I feel his coarse long hair beneath my fingertips but then the hair starts to feel softer shorter. I open my eyes just a bit and see a flash of blonde…blonde! Pushing my palms against his shoulders and pulling away with horror and disgust. I raise a trembling hand to my lips and back into a tree behind me, my dress tearing on thorns around me.

"It's you…"

Fine capituli or End of Chapter

A/N: I'm truly evil, aren't I? Well sorry for the wait and thank you for staying with me and reading this chapter. To see a new picture of Cleo and as picture of her dress visit my profile page! Well ta ta for now my lovelies!

Next time in IDYTSMH: Not likely!