"What’s a pretty little thing like you doing out here?" He sneered leaning in closer and taking in her smell, sniffing her like the beast he was. A wicked smile creeped onto his face with recognition, "Meeting up with the little Nott are you?" His barking laugh pierced the air, hoping that he was distracted enough, Hermione lunged, attempting to dip past the mad werewolf. A strong arm shot out, grabbing her, "Tsk, tsk, tsk, the chase is half the fun, but can’t let you slip away in this mess now, can I?"