Hermione kept walking, but she couldn't help that feeling of paranoia. With every step she took, it grew even more. That feeling of being watched, of being followed. She knew it too well from when they were fighting the war then when James had taken her. Part of her thought it was just old nightmares coming back to haunt her as she walked alone at night. But she couldn't shake the feeling, no matter what she did.
She could feel it, the eyes on the back of her head. A stare going right through her, and she could feel a shiver running right through her body. She couldn't keep walking without knowing if it was just paranoia. She had to look, had to see if she was just imagining it. So she turned quickly, before she could change her mind, and screamed in shock at just how close her follower was.
"Scorpius..."
This wasn't good. Something wasn't right about him, and she could instantly tell he was still the cruel man that she had seen not too long ago.