Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling.

So this is just a small one-shot I was inspired to write. It's not the best, but I hope you like it. I'm also currently in the process of writing a longer fic involving Scabior so please check that out when it's up.

"Wot do they call you?"

Hermione was having the same dream again. They had been plaguing her for the past few nights and it was starting to frighten her.

She was standing in the forest all alone. Where were Harry and Ron? She knew she had to find them, but she never got that far. Running as fast as she could, she bounded through the forest, frantically trying to find her friends. Eventually she realized that there was no use. They were nowhere in sight. That was always when she felt his presence. She could hear him walk up behind her, feel his breath on her neck and his hands on her arms. Closing her eyes, she took in a sharp breath of air.

"Please…"

"Shh…" he whispered, nuzzling her ear. He made it so hard for her. She knew she had to find Harry and Ron. They needed her right now. But she couldn't help it. Turning around, she threw her arms around his neck and slowly leaned her face in, placing kisses along his neck. He grinned, entangling his fingers in her hair She smiled, feeling him pull her in closer. Taking her chin in his hand, he kissed her, gently at first, and then more roughly and passionately every second.

And then the scene around them disappeared, leaving her standing with him in a cold, dimly lit room. As she looked up, a sudden spotlight hit her, nearly blinding her.

"Traitor…" voices called out to her from all around. Harry and Ron's faces appeared out of the darkness, their expressions solemn and hurt.

"Hermione, why did you betray us? We needed you!" Harry yelled to her.

"No-I…I didn't mean to!" she cried out, tears forming in her eyes. A searing pain shot through her arm and she looked down to find the word 'Mudblood' that Bellatrix had carved into her arm.

"Hermione…" Scabior whispered to her, taking her by the hand. "It's time to go."

As he lifted her arm up, she found that the carved word was replaced with the Dark Mark.

"No!" she screamed, tears streaming down her face. "I'm not one of you! Harry! Ron! Someone help me!"

The lights in the room suddenly came on all at once and Hermione was surrounded by Death Eaters. They were all wearing their expressionless silver masks, staring down at her. Directly across from her, she discovered in horror, was Lord Voldemort.

"I've brought her to you my lord." Scabior said to him, grabbing Hermione roughly by the arm and thrusting her forward. "The half-blood."

She stared up in terror as the Dark Lord stepped forward, raising his wand.

"Well done." He said coldly.

"Scabior!" she shrieked, looking to him for help.

"Avada Kedevra!" she heard the Dark Lord shout. The last thing she ever saw in the dreams was a bright green light.

Screaming, Hermione sat straight up in bed, her entire body drenched in a cold sweat. Breathing heavily, she looked at her arm in a panic, only to find the same word carved into it as before. She touched it lightly just to be sure it was real. The rest had been a dream. Only another dream…

She brought her hand up to the side of her neck where there were several love bites. They were still there, some older and some brand new. It had been tricky sneaking out every night without being noticed by Harry or Ron and she had to wear a scarf or turtleneck every day to hide the evidence, but it was well worth it. And after all, it was only a small lie. No one ever needed to know.