AU: I know I started another Hermione & Scabby fic. But this happened spontaneously. It starts out with a lemon straightaway. If you like this please review. I don't know yet whether I should continue or keep this as a one shot. You tell me.

Warnings: DARK THEMED. Adult situations. Lemons. Noncon.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except a dirty mind, which, they told me, is supposed to be a joy forever.

Stolen

He'd stolen her scarf.

" 'Ello Beautiful."

He'd found them.

"Your boyfriend will get much worse if he doesn't learn 'ow to behave."

Harry looked deformed but it still hadn't been enough. Hermione couldn't recall she'd ever been as scared as this before in her entire life. The snatchers had them and their leader had just announced they'd be taken to the Malfoy Manor. She had failed her friends. Even her spell hadn't been enough t help them. The scar on Harry's face had betrayed him and the files the snatchers had been given had betrayed the identities of Hermione and Ron.

The snatchers stood, ready to apparate, when their leader's eyes twinkled and he turned to face Hermione once more. "Wait." He said, his voice betraying a hint of enthusiasm. Why not 'ave a little fun before we go." He slowly approached the young witch, like a predator advancing on its prey, and she quickly looked away. What had he meant?

"Don't you dare!" It was Ron who'd been shouting. Good old Ron. But right now Hermione could curse him for trying to stand up for her. He'd only be hurt himself if he tried pulling such a trick. The snatchers had warned them enough. It was clear now, Hermione could see the error she made by leaving her scarf behind. It had lured the snatchers to wait for them. Somehow she felt that their leader had been the reason they'd waited. He was the one who'd sniffed her scent earlier on and who only moments ago had taken a handful of her hair to sniff again. It freaked her out but she could not say so out loud.

"Wait for me." Scabior said to his fellow snatchers. "I'll be right back." And with that he grabbed Hermione's wrists and guided her with him into the woods. She didn't even struggle at first, for she'd been lost in her own little world of thoughts and had not realised yet what he was doing and what was in store for her. The shouts of her two friends suddenly drew her attention, but she could not hear what it was that they were yelling. The snatchers made much too much noise. They were encouraging their leader.

Hermione froze and immediately Scabior tugged at her wrists forcefully, tugging her along with him again. They were leaving the group. "No!" Hermione shouted firmly. "Take me back!"

Scabior turned only for a split second to look at her before guiding her further down the hill. He had to admit she looked lovely even when she was angry. The look in her eyes told him she had hope to beat him, and a hope to be able to escape from his clutches. He also imagined she probably didn't understood what he was about to do to her, and this was confirmed when he came to a halt. She had stopped asking him to take her back and just glanced about. "What is it you want from me? Just take us to the manor and have it over with." She complained to him and he grinned. "Mione, Mione." He shook his head and eyed her again, his expression was serious now. "That is your real name, right? 'Ermione?" She gave a short nod to confirm and bit her lip. Scabior smirked again now. "Mione, you're still so innocent." He gave her no further explanation.

She found herself backing up against a tree. As he had let go of her hands she felt she had a chance to escape and tried to hit him but he was surprisingly fast and prepared for her attempt to flee. When it failed she tried to use her knees instead, lifting one to hit him in a rather sensitive spot but having it caught in his hand. He smirked at her with a lustful gaze and she froze. She didn't recognise the look and could only guess why he was looking at her in that way. She thought he might be thinking of torturing her, or perhaps or slapping her in the face. But he didn't. He lifted her legs, spreading them and using a simple spell to disrobe her. That was when panic really hit her.

"What are you….? No!" But her cries were ignored. She knew she had been loud enough for Harry and Ron to hear as the 'no' had hurt her throat. She hadn't thought she'd been capable of producing so much volume. But it was to no avail. He had taken away her panties and jeans, now scattered on the floor beside the tree and covering some of it's protruding roots. She had missed his undressing, which he'd done only moments after they'd arrived on the spot. She'd been too busy with her own thoughts and had missed how he'd taken out a fleshy part of himself, hard and throbbing for release.

Scabior had her trapped and he enjoyed it. "Well, 'ow about we give little Scabior a bit of fun, eh?" His hand stroked Hermione's cheek and slid down past her neck to her collarbone. Hermione had no idea who are what he was talking about. She had never heard his name before. But she was scared now that she knew what he was planning to do to her. Her back was against the tree, her hands trapped at either side of her, and her bottom lifted and held by the snatcher's hand. He was very strong and she doubted she could escape from his grip. She tried but the effort only tired her and earned her a displeased grunt. His second hand came to join her hips again, holding her up in the air. Her legs were now at either side of his body and it made her feel fear. She was making soft pleading noises. She could not kick him, she could not slap him, she could try to push him away but that would not stop him from invading her body.

He positioned himself at her entrance and his blue eyes searched for hers. The look he gave her could be mistaken for pity, but it was in fact pure lust. His upper body was close to hers, feeling her breasts with his chest. His head moving close to hers to inhale her scent, lips almost brushing the skin of neck. "Such a lovely girl." He breathed.

He could feel how she started to panic. Hermione's eyes were wide and her hands had come to rest against his shoulders, trying to push him away. "Please no." She whimpered, but to no avail.

With one swift thrust he was inside her. Hermione closed her eyes in pain. He had in no ways been gentle upon entering her inexperienced body. There was a soaring pain between her legs as he was stretching her painfully. And then he laughed. Hermione's eyes opened in shock at the sound of it. Why was he laughing? At least he wasn't moving now, it gave her body some time to adjust as her walls pulsed around his throbbing cock in an attempt to try and force him out of her. Naturally it did not work.

Scabior smirked down at her, making sure she'd caught the look in his eyes, and then slowly moved his gaze down her body. His left hand reached in between them, touching where their bodies were joined and moving up to his face again. He looked at it, seeing the traces of blood on his fingers which he then rubbed past each other. "Oh, my lovely, 'ow sweet of you." He grinned at knowing he'd been her first. It was the greatest gift she could have given him.

Hermione flinched in disgust, a motion which didn't go unnoticed by the snatcher. Yet everything had happened so fast, Hermione hadn't been able to hide her disgust. It displeased Scabior to see the look on her face, no matter how quickly she tried to give him a more neutral and uncaring expression again, he had seen it and it angered him. She should be happy for their bodies to be joined, and in a flash of anger he roughly brought his fingers to her lips, forcing her mouth open even though she protested. "Suck 'em clean, suck 'em." He commanded her. At the shouting Hermione closed her eyes and pressed her lips tightly shut.

She wasn't going to suck the stranger's hand nor her own bodily fluids. She refused to taste her own blood from him. At her defiant behaviour Scabior did the thing that came to mind and slid halfway out of her,, then forcefully pushed in again. Hermione, who had just come to think her body had gotten adjusted to him, was proved wrong and yelped in pain. His fingers easily slipped into her mouth. "Suck 'em." He ordered her again, and once more but this time louder. His hips bucked against hers again and tears were now stinging in her eyes. She realised she had no other choice now and did as she was told. If she angered him even more then what would he do? Obviously he wasn't planning to kill her. No, he'd only make her suffer more.

A sob escaped her as she had now started to cry visibly and audibly, but the snatcher ignored it. After he felt she'd been sucking on his fingers long enough he removed them from her mouth to take hold of her hips again. Her legs had locked around his waist as he drove himself deeper and deeper inside of her. His actions were rough, his thrusts hard and his rhythm increasing. He watched her through half-lidded eyes as low sounds escaped his throat. This was pure bliss.

Her young walls were milking him, pulling and begging for his seed. His penis was painfully hard and his thrusts now only deep. He buried his head in her hair for the final few thrusts which were uncontrolled and with no rhythm at all. He was hitting her sensitive spot now, earning a few moans from Hermione who refused to cooperate with him. Yet her body seemed to have other plans for the few times he'd hit her spot had been enough to send her over the edge. Her body started trembling and her vaginal walls clamped down hard on him. Tears were still streaming down her cheeks as she felt him bury himself deep inside of her. He groaned and inhaled her scent as he came. His head rested on her shoulder and his long hair tickled her nose. She could smell him, woods, damp forests and sweat. Her mouth was open wide and her eyes closed. A small sound escaped her throat sounding much like an 'oh'. His balls had tightened and his warm seed spilled inside of her. He felt warm and was grateful for having found his relief.

Yet her scent was still driving him insane. He could feel the effect she had on his body and knew he wasn't done yet. She wasn't done yet. At moving his chest away from the girl, their bodies still locked, he could see her flushed expression and brought a hand up to stroke her cheek gently. At the touch she opened her eyes and glared up at him, her expression one of anger. He could see she was looking at him like that on purpose, to show she had not enjoyed their contact and to fit her stubborn and fiery nature. He chuckled.

"Well, Mione, don't look at me like that." His voice was sulky as if he meant to say he didn't deserve her treatment like this. He was acting it, teasing her to see her expression turn even fouler. He laughed and slipped out of her, his penis hardening again at the sight of her. Hermione didn't even dare to glance down at his body. Although he was still dressed for most of it she knew part of him must be out in the open. Just like she didn't want to see her own legs right now. She was trembling slightly, but not of the cold. Her body was tired and she felt emotionally drained. Then his hand reached for her again and she was grabbed by the shoulder and pulled down to the ground.

He was flipping her over and forcing her up on hands and knees. He'd come to sit behind her, his hands sliding down her body, his rough fingertips brushing past the delicate skin of her back.

"You're not done yet, beautiful." He murmured near her ear and Hermione could feel her breath hitch. She didn't want this, not again, and wanted to cry and shout for him to stop. But she had spilled many tears already and her throat was dry and hoarse.

"No."

It didn't even sound as if she was screaming, it was just a weak screech and she panicked, but her steadied her. Scabior grabbed her hips, positioning himself, and entering her. This time she was wet enough for him to slide in easily and he closed his eyes, gasping at the sensation her body meant to him. Hermione cried out softly, her hands turning into small fists. But Scabior had a good grip on her hips and made it impossible for her to wiggle away. He forced himself into her and for her to move along with him. A soft yelp escaped her lips at the new position they were in. She could hear him hum and compliment her. "So good." And for the first time she realised he had a slight accent. She tried to focus on the things around her, the birds and the rustling of the leaves in the trees. But quite soon she became aware of another sound that met her ears, that of their bodies meeting. Wet and slick sounds of his manhood pumping her and she gasped. He became rougher again, slamming into her and groaning for her to follow him, though she did not know where or what he'd meant with it.

Then he told her to come with him and she cried out. He'd hit her cervix, again and again, until she came a second time, her body delightfully pulling at him and receiving his gift. For the second time that day his seeds shot into her womb and he came panting, gently stroking her back as he'd almost collapsed on top of her. Hermione caught her breath and felt how her arms gave away. She fell forward, her head against the autumn leaves and her hair mixing with the mud of the forest floor. Her hips were still up high and it took a while before the snatcher removed himself from her. He wiped her clean with his hand and then went to button his pants.

"Dress yourself." He commanded, and Hermione closed her eyes and moaned. She could not do it. She just didn't have the strength and the will anymore.

"Dress yourself." He said again, this time stressing both words, but she cried out some nonsensical words as a protest and he growled under his breath, walking over to her and taking her panties. He moved her so he could dress her, first her panties and then her jeans. He tugged at her sweater so she looked presentable again. "Look, all nice and new." He looked up at her and saw she hadn't appreciated his joke. Her eyes were cold and although she was tired he could see the anger in them . "Ah, no 'ard feelings, okay?" He nudged her cheek with his hand in a playful manner.

"Suppose you can't stand on your own either."

Hermione refused to be seen as a dependent muggle and forced herself up onto her feet, ready to face him victoriously, when she took a step and cried out of the pain she felt at standing. He'd hit her insides hard and also her legs showed bruises which she now felt.

"I thought so." The snatcher calmly replied and took her by the arm. "If you so insist on walking yourself you shall 'ave your pleasure."

He roughly pulled her along with him, leading her back to the group of snatchers while she winced in pain.

Luckily the group hadn't been to far off and she was greeted by Ron's cry for her. "Hermione!" He was struggling to reach her but the other snatchers were just too strong. Scabior let go of the young witch and she fell onto the ground, not able to support herself anymore. All she wanted was to sleep. Forever if possible. She grinned at the thought.

"Let's take 'em to the manor."

The last thing she recalled was being taken in his arms, lifted up from the mud and having that strange feel of her insides turning to outsides as he apparated with her. Her tired eyes locked with Harry's and she could see the concern in his eyes. This wasn't their journey as planned.

This wasn't supposed to have happened.