Just fell in complete love with this pairing. I hope you enjoy it!
It was her turn to keep watch. She clutched the locket that sat frozen against her collarbone, watching her breath fog up the air in the winter night. "You alright for the night?" A voice startled her, causing her to turn around, wand at the ready. "Blimey, 'Mione. Was just a question." Ron growled, almost tripping over his own feet. She glared at him, not lowering her wand. He swallowed hard, staring at her. She sneered at him. "I'd take that off, if I were you." Ron mumbled, walking off, back to the tent.
Hermione sighed, realizing that he was right. She took the locket off from around her neck and stuffed it into the pocket of her pants. It felt like a million worries had just been lifted off her shoulders. Yet, she felt as though a million more had just been put on by the way she had treated Ron. "I need a walk..." She grumbled to herself, running an ice cold hand through her hair. Looking through the wall of security, she made sure no one was in sight, and slipped through it, making herself visible.
After a couple of minutes, she came across a large pond. For a couple of moments, she sat down on a large rock, looking at the frozen pond with peace. She bit down on her lip, and only then did she realize how cracked and dry her lips were. Using her wand, she melted a good amount of the pond, cleaned it, and warmed it to her liking. She scooped up some of the warm water with her hands, and brought it to her lips. The moment it touched her, she felt relieved. She didn't bother to swallow it; she just let it drip over her mouth, moistening her lips.
As she was taking a third handful of water, a relfection caught her eye. From the other end of the pond, right across from her, she saw a figure's relfection on the frozen pond. Her eyes slowley trailed above the pond, and landed on a man. It wasn't that far off a distance, and she could make out most of his features perfectly.
He had long, tied back brown hair, with a barely faded streak of red. It was touseled, and looked as if it hadn't been brushed in months. His eyes weren't as clear, but they seemed to sparkle brightly, so she guessed they were green, or a nice shade of blue. He wore a leather jacket, what seemed to be a leather vest underneath, plaid trousers, and black combat boots. His face was blank, but his eyes were slghtly squinted, looking directly at her.
He kneeled down in the snow, right on the edge of the pond that he had unfrozen. Taking a handful of the water, he splashed the freezing liquid on his face, waking him up a lot more than he expected. As he dried his face off with his sleeve, a scent hit his nose. A wonderful, sweet, addicting, all to familiar smell. Vanilla and...and...strawberries, was it? He looked around him, but saw no one. Only when he looked across the lake did he see a moving figure. A womans moving figure, at that.
He watched as her honey colored hair fell over her shoulders when she bent down to get some water, not moving an inch. He could tell that she had brown eyes, since they seemed so dark against her light skin. She wore a pair of black skinny jeans, a grey sweater, and what seemed to be water-repellent UGG boots.
Scabior found himself licking his lips, staring at the girl ahead. A smirk soon sat on his lips, and his eyes never left hers once she looked up.
Hermione should've been scared. She wasn't supposed to be seen by anyone outside of their tent. But this stranger intrigued her. Something about him made her want to go over there and talk to him. No! I can't give myself away, or worse, Harry. She thought, shaking her head. Without a word, or a second glance, she turned around and began to walk away.
Scabior immediatly went into action once he saw that she was leaving. With a wave of his wand, he re-froze the pond, and caustiously put a foot on the ice. It didnt break. Carefully, he placed his other foot on the ice; still it didnt break. Smirking to himself, he silently glided across the pond. In a moments time, he was across on the other side, watching her retreating form.
Getting the feeling that she was being watched, which she knew she was, Hermione stopped in her tracks. "Going somewhere, love?" A voice asked, strangely sounding much closer than it should've. Hermione turned around, hiding her wand in her beaded bag. "Didn't think so." Scabior smirked. In no less than three seconds, he had her pinned to a nearby tree. Hermione grunted as her head hit the rough bark. "Now, my pretty one, how 'bout you tell Scabior what they call you?" He grinned, pressing his body against her own. Suddenly his face got a lot closer than expected, but strangely, she didn't mind. His breath didn't smell nearly as bad as she thought it would. Instead of blood and dirt and garbage, she smelled honey, oranges, and a hint of cigarrette.
"Penel-Penelope. Penelope Clearwater." She stuttered, her breath getting heavy as he put more of his weight on her. He took out a ragged looking notebook. He closed his eyes and chuckled after flipping a couple of pages.
"Penelope Clearwater was claimed dead a month ago." He raised an eyebrow, adding a charming smile to go along with it. "Your real name, please?" He asked, his face getting closer and closer to hers. She couldn't tell him. It'd put Harry in danger, and then what chance would they have of defeating Voldemort?
"I...I can't." She responded bravely, trying unsuccesfully to push a bit of his weight off. "It'd ruin everything." She added. He took his fingers and send a strand of hair behind her ear. She shuddered at his touch, which was freezing, but his hands were softer than clouds. She wanted to melt into his touch, but he removed his hand before she had a chance to press it her cheek.
He chuckled, brushing his nose against hers. "We'll see about that." He moved his nose down to her neck, where he inhaled her scent, without actually touching her. "You smell like...vanilla and strawberries." He breathed, caressing her cheek with his slender fingers. "Stay." He instructed; and she felt his weight being lifted off of her.
She watched as he rumaged through his pockets, apparently searching for something. He pulled out a small vile, smiled to himself, and leaned back on her. "You know what this is, don't ya?" He asked, holding the small vile up to her face. Inside was a clear liquid. "Veritiserum." He stated, uncorking the cap.
"I have no intention of drinking that." She instantly snapped, immediatly recognizing the potion.
"Oh, but you 'ave no choice." He laughed. And he knew just how to make her open up. He took his finger and thumb, and started gently massaging her jaw. She bit down on her lip to keep herself from letting out the tiniest moan of satisfaction. He saw this, and chuckled. She couldn't last much longer. With his thumb and forefinger, he gently took hold of her chin, and brought her lips as close to his without touching. His breath lingered on her for a moment, and then he gave her the smallest kiss. She tasted...as beautiful as she smelled. Vanilla and strawberries. Unable to take this beautiful man's teasing, she let out a small groan, and just like that, the liquid was down her throat.
"You're an awful man." She sneered, having no choice but to swallow it.
"I'll live." He shrugged. "Now, I require your name."
"Hermione Granger." She spit out, immediatly regretting it afterwards. Scabior's eyes lit up.
"Oh, so i've got myself an Undesirable, do I?" He smiled, playing with her hair. "Jus' think of all the gold I could recieve for turning you in. Well, of course i'd 'ave to 'ave Potter and the Weasel..." He ranted, mumbling to himself. "But, luckily for you, I 'ave no intention of turning you in, love." He soothed.
"You...you don't?" She seemed surprised. "Why not...?"
"Cause what fun would it be to 'ave such a pretty girl like you locked away, eh?" He answered, winking. She felt a blush creep to her cheeks as he again started caressing her cheek. "I've still got questions though," He muttered. "Is that red haired, good for nothing, carrot-look alike, your boyfriend?" He asked, true curiousity in his tone. Hermione shook her head. "Well, then 'hat make's this a little more...true, wouldn'tcha say?" He didn't wait for her to reply. "Next question. You find me...what?"
She had to think about this one. Soon, words were pouring out of her mouth. "Mysterious. Creepy as hell. Charming. Attractive. Foul. Awful. Mischevious. I think you put on a tough act, though sometimes it isn't an act at all, but on the inside, your just a poor young man looking for a job and some money, so you can keep your own mouth fed and your own back clothed. I find you intriguing and infuriating at the same time, and I can't make up my mind about you. I think you're forceful with others because others were always forceful with you." She explained, looking him straight in the eye.
He looked at her, dumbfounded. "So i'm attractive, eh?" He remarked, flashing a smile. She rolled her eyes.
"More than I care to admitt." She admitted. He was very aware of it, but she hadn't noticed it till now; their bodies were so close to each other that their hips were touching. If he had asked one more question, their lips would meet once more. This was her chance to actually see him. He had an almost square shaped face, which looked hard when he was angry. His eyes, as she guessed, were a startling blue. Even in the night time, she could see them glitter so brightly. He had dark circles under them, probably results from lack of sleep. His skin wasn't necassarily pale, nor was it very close to being dark. It was more of an olive tone. His hair seemed a lot lighter up close than it did faraway, and the red streak looked almost neon now.
He took the chance to examine her face, as well. Her dark honey hair sat around her shoulders, some locks in waves, others straight. She had porcelian like skin, and a heart shaped face. Her eyes, as predicted, were a deep chocolate brown, and he seemed to feel warmer once he looked inside of them. "You are...a very pretty girl." He assured, removing the strand of hair that just didn't seem to want to stay behind her ear. "One...one more question." He said, clearing his throat. "You...you enjoyed my lips, I presume?" He grinned.
"Perhaps." Hermione smirked. And from that moment, she felt at ease as she herself leaned in and connected their lips. He released her arms and allowed her to wrap them around his neck, whilst he wrapped his own around her waist, pulling her closer, if that were possible.
Sorry it was so long! Hope you guys enjoyed, it was my first Hemione/Scabior story!
