It was late into the night and the Forest of Dean was quiet with the exceptions of the crickets, occasional hoots of owls, and the crunch of leaves under careful and light footsteps.

Hermione Granger was walking aimlessly around the campsite she and Harry had made early that morning.

She found that she couldn't fall asleep, her thoughts keeping her awake. With new worries arising with every day that passed, Hermione had to make sure that her and her two friends were safe from danger.

She knew Harry, Ron, and herself practically had a bounty over their heads. Snatchers, as many people called them, wouldn't hesitate to bring them to Voldemort, she was sure.

Lost in her own thoughts she didn't notice that she had walked out of the camps protected boundaries until it was too late.

Hands grabbed her arms and pulled her towards their body. Hermione gasped in surprise at suddenly being grabbed. She turned, lifted her head, and looked into the face of the person holding onto her.

In the moonlight she could see his face. He was smirking down at her and his eyes, a light shade of blue, held a mischievous glint in them.

"Well, well, well." He stated in a light voice. "What do we have here?" he asked, his eyes glancing over her form.

She shivered under his gaze and his smirk grew.

He moved his hands around her waist and pulled her closer to his body. Moving his head into the crook of her neck and sniffed.

Hermione attempted to push him off of her but he only held onto her tighter.

"Vanilla with a touch of lavender, lovely," he stated as he sniffed and kissed her neck.

Hermione could feel her breath hitch when he kissed her neck.

"Get off of me, you bastard!" she shouted and pushed him as hard as she could. When he staggered back, she reached into her back pocket to get her wand, only to notice that it wasn't there.

"Looking for this beau'iful?" he laughed.

She closed her eyes briefly before opening them and looking at the tall man before her. In his hand was her wand. She watched as he bent down and placed it in his boot, getting a good look at him.

His style was ragged and wild. His hair was tangled and brown with red streaks. He wore plaid pants, a worn jacket, and around his neck was her pink scarf that she had left for Ron if he had come back to the previous camp site. She looked away from him and at the moon, her mind trying to analyze the situation and find a way out.

So lost in her thoughts, she didn't notice him move closer to her until he grabbed her chin roughly, forcing her to look at him. It all happened so fast, he pushed her back against a tree and wave his hand over her body, removing her clothes in the process, a wandless spell she didn't know of.

Hermione began to shout in protest and moved to cover herself from his view but he took both of her hands and placed them above her head.

He stared her body with lust and removed his hands from hers.

She tried to move her hands but found that she couldn't move them. Another wandless spell she didn't know of.

She could feel his hands roaming until he reached the place no man had ever been.

Hermione tensed as his fingers found her folds and he began to rub along her slit gently.

He then began rolling her clit between his thumb and index finger causing Hermione to gasp at the new sensation he was giving her. She could feel herself getting wet, her body betraying her. He smiled at her knowingly, still .

"So innocent."

She began to panic and tried to knee him in his manhood but he deflected it. He moved back and lowered his pants to his hips, his penis out, hard and waiting or release.

Hermione's breath hitched and she kicked as hard as she could when she saw him moving closer to her, yet he deflected every one of her attempts. Grabbing both of her legs and hoisting her up, placing himself in between her legs. He wrapped her legs around his waist and Hermione struggled against him.

"No, please!" she shouted loudly in desperation. He ignored her plea and gripped her hips. He opened her legs further and rubbed his length against her, now slick, opening before slowly moving forward.

She closed her eyes as she felt him move into her, breaking her hymen. This wasn't how she wanted to lose her virginity. She was supposed to be the one to give it away. She wanted to give it away to the person she was truly in love with.

Yet this stranger who she knew nothing about had just taken it away from her.

She heard him groan with pleasure and compliment her on how "tight" she was. He was thrusting in and out of her and the bark of the tree was scratching her bare skin.

He pounded into her vigorously, hitting a sensitive area inside of her. She couldn't hold back the moan she had let out and began to pant as continued to thrust into that same spot.

She hated giving him the satisfaction of getting her to moan so she bit her bottom lip to stop herself from moaning again.

He was getting closer to coming, his breaths becoming shallow, and his thrusts hard and rough. Hermione couldn't stop herself from moaning any longer as the man pressed their bodies closer to each other, thrusting roughly into her a few more times before coming. He thrust deeply into her one last time and groaned as he came inside of her. He breathed in her scent while he came down from his high.

He slipped out of her after a minute and gently placed her feet back on the ground. Stepping away from her he pulled up his pants and fixed his clothes. He waved his hand over her. Her legs weak, she fell to the ground, naked. She scrambled to get her clothes that was now scattered around the base of the tree, and attempted to cover herself from the mans view.

The man bent down in front of her, grasped a handful of her hair and yanked her head back slightly, forcing her to look up at him. She glared at him in anger but he simply smirked and gave her a chaste kiss on her lips.

"I'll give you a little break tonight. I won't take you into the ministry tonight love but if I see you in these woods again, my lot and I would have to snatch you." He told her while looking into her brown eyes.

Hermione's eyes widened at his words. He was a snatcher she realized. Her breathing was rapid and her heart rate sped up as she watched him rise to his full height. He adjusted her scarf that was around his neck. Only then did she notice his stag ring.

"Thanks for the fuck, beau'iful," he said, glancing over her body appreciatively before apparating away.

As soon as he left, Hermione couldn't breathe any more. She was having a panic attack, her breathing became more rapid and shallow as she fought for air. The forest slowly began to fade into darkness. The last thing she could remember of that night was her name being called in the distance. Then she succumbed into unconsciousness.