A/N Thank you to those who reviewed and are following this story, here is the second chapter, I'm thinking one more after this and it will be set in the future. I hope you enjoy it although I had a lot of distractions so I'm sorry for any inconsistencies, or grammatical errors. Grammar isn't a strong point of mine. Anyway I do hope you enjoy it! And I love reviews:)

Hermione would have screamed except every function in her seemed to have frozen in that moment and all she could do was stare up at the face she had just been studying only minutes before with wide fearful eyes. "W….Wha…..H…How did you find me?" She squeaked.

She heard a low rumble and realized he was chuckling as he leisurely leaned against a nearby tree just a few feet away from her. "I've been huntin you princess, and like a magician that doesn't reveal his secrets, I won't reveal mine. But don't worry your pretty head; I'm off duty… tonight." He smirked, giving her a look that made her blush from the top of her head to the end of toes, as she realized the moonlight reflected against her alabaster skin in the water, making her very naked body visible to anyone within eyesight, including the leering man in front of her. She cursed her stupidity, if she had just listened to her logical side she wouldn't have been in this horrific situation in the first place. "Not talking to me beautiful? That's not very nice, I've waited months to catch you alone outside of your protective border, and now you're going to deny me the privilege of your brilliant mind?"

Hermione stared at him, and saw he was between her and her wand that sat on her pile of clothes, and decided maybe she shouldn't upset him, he had said he wasn't on duty tonight, there was a personal reason he was here. Unless, he was lying, but honestly, who was she to provoke the dangerous man with the wand? "Why did you hold on to my scarf?" she asked uncomfortably, she felt so vulnerable, she felt naked without her wand, actually she WAS naked.

Scabior on the other had seemed to be amused by her situation as he was grinning at her like he was the Cheshire cat. "Did you read my article!" Hermione nodded in confusion. "Good! I was so hoping you would; I really hope it impressed you! Although Skeeter has this awful habit of distorting the truth, like I'm 28 not 25, and no my eyes weren't sparkling with unshed tears as I talked about the scarf, and no I was not cursed as a baby to never be able to speak my first name again, I just happen to dislike it very much. Anyway I held onto your scarf as a reminder of our moment so many months ago!"

"Our moment?" She questioned, wondering what in the world he was talking about.

His grin lessened slightly as he stared at her, "Yes our moment!" He exclaimed and then his face contorted into a sneer. "You think I didn't know! I couldn't see you, but I knew you were there princess, I was positive you were there just as much as I knew it was daytime. I couldn't see you, but your presence was overwhelming, your perfume was floating around in a subtle cloud, I could feel the soft stirring in the air with every soft breath you took, and the fear you felt as you stood face to face with someone who was after you, well, I could taste it." She stared at him intrigued by what he was saying. "Being a snatcher, you have to be very in tune with your senses, hear a heartbeat, taste and smell an emotion, feel an aura, see the invisible, and think like the prey."

Hermione was very curious about his job, she couldn't help it, she was someone who always wanted to expand her knowledge and he seemed to be almost humoring her inquisitive mind. She had been so interested in his quick lecture about his job, she hadn't realized the water was lukewarm, she knew that with the winter air it wouldn't be long where she would either freeze in the water or have to emerge and risk being caught by him. "And how did you know the scarf was mine?"

He barked out a laugh, "We were tracking you and the two dunderheads, when suddenly I smelled something floating softly through the air that had been driving me mad for weeks! I followed the smell and what do I find but a pretty pink scarf tied to a tree." He paused for a second confusion marring his features. "Why was your scarf tied to a tree beautiful?"

Hermione decided to go with the truth, she figured it wouldn't kill her; either the man in front of her or the cold that was slowly starting to seep into her skin making her shiver would first. "Ron had stormed off, it was a signal as to the fact we had been there."

"I see….. I was hoping you fell madly in love with me after our moment and left it for me to find…." He mumbled and she realized he was being serious and was deeply disturbed by that. "Anyway I knew who ever had owned the scarf had been the same woman that had stood invisible before me. And then I saw it, in gold embroidery along an edge, H.J. Granger. And there is only one Granger in the entire wizarding world, and I happened to be hunting her. But I came here for a reason princess and do you want to know why?"

"To give me back my scarf?" She asked hopefully, it had been from her mother and was very special to her.

He chuckled loudly, "Not quite, originally it was to shag you senseless." Hermione squeaked at that suggestion. "But now, I'm pretty content to just sit here and gaze at your beauty and talk to you, although I plan on getting a kiss before I leave princess, so if you want your scarf, come and get it." He teased.

Hermione knew he was goading her but honestly she knew at this point she was blue and unless she really did want to freeze to death she had to get out, and if all he wanted was a kiss, well maybe it wouldn't be horrible, as long as he didn't kill her or take her away…." Sighing she waded out of the water trying in vain to cover her body. Scabior grinned and shrugged off his jacket and handed it to her when she got to him before casting a warming charm on her that made her sigh in relief.

"You are just as brave as I thought you'd be." He murmured as he held her in his arms. Hermione looked up to say something but his lips stopped her as they slammed against hers in a passionate kiss that she felt down to her toes. A few minutes later he pulled away from her and smirked at her. "A quick hint princess, tomorrow I'll be back on the hunt, and I'd love if you made this more exciting than just handing yourself over like you did tonight." Hermione felt herself blush even though she knew she was still blue from the cold, this strange man had such a strange obsession with her, and she couldn't even tell you his first name! She nodded and he quickly stole one more kiss before turning and walking away.

"Wait!" She yelled. "What's your name, your first name?"

She heard his laugh even from the shadows, "John." Was all she heard before she heard a pop that signaled she was now alone.

John Scabior, she thought as she dressed, that was such a, a muggle name! Quickly she made her way through the enchantments and back onto the uncomfortable log, and checked her watch, she had another hour before she would wake Harry and join Ron in blissful sleep, sighing she pulled Scabior's jacket tighter around her. Her eyes widened when she realized something, he had tricked her, HE STILL HAD HER SCARF!