Hermione's chest tightened; her pulse quickening though her body stood rigid and unmoving. Her eyes didn't leave the man staring her down. His features were sharp and precise; the blackness of his eyes was eerily focused on her and the pale of his cheekbone jutting out from his hollowed, starved face. His hunger, steeped in a chilling smile, prominent as ever; his gaze trailing down her cloaked figure with a scary intensity suggesting that he had been fasting for far too long. Starved for warmth. Starved for touch. Starved for her.