Obsession

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Disclaimer; I own nothing.

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A/N: Yes I know, "God Hermoine/Scabior is so disgusting. Doesnt even exist." Cool your horses flamers. No shipping her. Just relax and read.

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He was obsessed.

He had no knowledge of what he had grown obsessed with.

All he knew was, that it was a scent.

A simple scent.

That haunted him.

Everywhere he went, his nose lifted hoping to catch a whiff of that gorgeous scent.

His nose would twitch, searching.

Yet he was always disappointed.

The scent... it had enveloped his soul.

Making him yearn for more.

He closes his eyes in frustration.

But then, his face relaxed.

He recognized that scent.

That gorgeous, mind gripping scent.

He growled, a smile playing on his lips.

So close, yet so far.

But it would be his.

His nose twitched.

And his lips tightened.

Yes.

Whoever that scent belonged to.

They would be his.

And they would fulfill his obsession.

Freeing his soul.

Of such a terrible thing.