Hella short. Don't hate me. I thought I'd write something to keep you guys sated for this week, then expect more during winter break. BTW I have absolutely NO idea where this is going...feel free provide some ideas, what would you like to see happen? Anything? Or else I'm just going to spew out whatever pops into my mind at the moment. (for your guys sake I hope it's some good stuff)

Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter or any related characters, plot, etc.

He knew very well that she couldn't say anything, let alone "no" and she hated him the more for that. And so she prepared herself, eyes closed shut, for an extremely uncomfortable and rather rude situation, but nothing happened. She peeked through her eyelashes when she felt the warmth of his face recede. His hand that had been pushing her against the frozen tree trunk was gone. Scabior looked agitated as he fumbled in his disarrayed robes. He was muttering something she couldn't quite make out; it was very much something she wouldn't expect him to do: mutter. He finally managed to find hs wand and took off the silencing spell.

His other hand that had been warming her neck was also gone. He grabbed her shirt and began to drag her in the direction the other snatcher took Harry and Ron. "You had to be so damn innocent!" he whispered shaking her slightly.

"What is wrong with you!" Hermione asked irritated with his inconsistent actions. All he did was tell her to shut up, somewhat harshly, and kept leading her by the front of her shirt towards the others.

She was tossed into the back of a cart with a goblin, Dean Thomas, and of course Ron and Harry. Ron was conscious now and the first thing he said when the snatchers were out of earshot was, "What did he do to you?" His voice sounded so serious and authoritative, Hermione was just so glad her friends were ok, she fell into his body in an armless hug.

"I'm ok," she assured him. The five of them knew they were headed towards Malfoy Manor, Carrion wasn't too good at keeping secrets, or talking quietly. Between her fretting about what would happen at the Malfoy's, Hermione couldn't stop remembering herself against that tree, with the only respectable looking snatcher, she was sure in the whole wizarding world, standing less than two inches away from her. What if he never moved away, what if his warm lips touched her cold ones, so softly that it could have been a sharp wind. And then he could have pressed harder on her lips and what if he took a step closer so that there was no space left between their bodies and all she could feel was him, everywhere. And his hand move up her neck and into her hair pulling her in so he could deepen the kiss, and it's not like she could have done anything to stop him…

My writing is really big on visualization, but from my own POV, so I'm sorry if some descriptions are confusing to see in your head.
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