Worth Your While

Disclaimer: JKR owns all characters and concepts.

A/N This is dedicated to writeyourlove who requested it, Although I usually write canon this is an outlet for my creative side in the middle of exam revision.

He watched as she flew in low arcs over the pitch, circling the golden posts before swooping like an eagle back to the ground. She skimmed above the grass, her red hair blowing out behind herself as, one by one, her hairpins fell out. He thought she looked beautiful, her figure just the right combination of slimness and curves. Exactly his type of girl, then she turned and by the moonlight he saw who she was.

The figure on the ground was standing stock-still, only his hair blowing around his head encircling his head in a halo. The moon was behind him so she only saw a silhouette, the body made of moonlight and shadows. His angular face was turned upwards, watching her. She could see it wasn't Harry as she'd first hoped, and when she flew over the top of him she saw a gleam of white blonde hair reflecting the moonlight. And she knew who he was. She dived and landed neatly next to him, ensuring she was the first to speak.

"What are you doing here?"

Her words hung in the air between them on the beams of silver light and they seemed to take an age to reach him and then another age for him to reply.

"I could ask the same of you."

The words themselves were his usual retort but the way he said them were different. Instead of his dismissive drawl, his voice was lower, huskier and instead of dismissing her not worthy of his attentions they invited her in still further.

He thought she looked even more gorgeous here, next to him and the closeness heightened his senses. Hell, he could even smell her. This can't be right, he thought to himself, I can't feel this way about someone like her.

She was scared, genuinely scared, of him and of herself. Of him because of what he could do and of the look in his eyes; she could see it, he wanted her. And of herself because something inside her wanted him, too.

His body was aching, longing and every nerve was singing. Almost unconsciously he glided forward, pulled like she was a magnet, the call was irresistible. He saw her shiver slightly and that sent a tremor down his own spine. It was unthinkable that a blood traitor would evoke such feelings inside him, yet it had happened.

He ghosted towards her and she couldn't move. Her head wanted her to escape from this before trapped. But she was already trapped, inside her own body. He came round and stood behind her, his potent scent filled her head, intoxicating her thoughts, and through his strong cologne she could smell alcohol. She was almost disappointed that he only wanted her now, when he was half drunk and couldn't think straight.

She shivered again as he breathed words in her ear and the heavy scent was so strong that it took her some time to comprehend what he meant.

"Although I could make it worth our while."

TBC...A/N I had fun with this, not mentioning any names was interesting, along with playing with different POVs without saying anything but 'he' and 'she'.

This may seem Twilight-esque, but I assure you that wasn't how I intended it to be, this is just a way to blow some creative steam.

Much thanks to my real-life friend Cub who has helped with this a lot, giving me encouragement and ideas and this story is as much for him as for you, my dear readers.

I have another chapter written so if you want me to post it review!

Love, Sapphy, xoxox