The petite young woman, with, as some would claim, "bushy" brown hair, ducked haphazardly into the pile of rubbish waiting for her persuer to go past. Something had been bothering her since she had stepped out of the safety of the ministry. She had gotten that tingling sensation on the back of her neck, one only gets when being watched very closely. So it was paranoia that got the best of her, three blocks away from her home, and her ducking into the filth to avoid contact with said stalker. Little did she know, this was the smartest decision she had made that day for just as she had hid herself, the very predator came to a halt within feet of her. The flash of his white-blonde hair, and tap of his cane giving his identity cleanly away.

It was as if Lucifer had finally come to life, right infront of her. He had everything to be labled as the fallen angel, including his name. His cold calculating gaze swept the dark street. The very object he had been on stalking for three blocks had disappeared right under his nose. How had he lost her? He was so close! He could almost smell her. His mouth twitched as he refrained from the erge to smirk. She wasn't lost. He knew exactly where she was. He eyed the trash pile viciously.

Shite! She was done for. He had stopped right infront of where she was, and she was sure he knew she was here. What was it with dark wizards and mudbloods? Did everyone one of them lust after unsuspecting 23 year olds? This was insane, why was she, Hermione Jane Granger, Order of First Class Merlin, ally to the Boy-Who-Fought-Voldemort-Won-and-Still-Lived hiding in this..this.. what was she hiding it? Without further thought, Hermione jumped from the trash and cast stupefy within the blink of an eye.

Of course, none of this was lost on Lucius. He quickly side-stepped the curse and cast it back on her, watching her face form a ridiculous 'O', while her body crumpled to the floor. Silly Wench. Thinking she, of all witches, could pull one up on him. What a humourless thought. He glanced around before cautiously picking up the now stunned form and apparating her to his manor. He didn't notice the pair of dangerously glittering eyes, nor the slender body that owned those eyes resting casually against the Lampost.