CHAPTER ONE
After the Ministry had fallen and the Death Eaters had ruined Bill and Fleur's wedding, Luna and her father had apparated home. He kept right on writing whatever he wanted in the weeks that followed, even when he had threats over it. Because they had been threatening to take his daughter away if he didn't stop, he even brought her home from school to keep her safe.
Luna went out into the woods one morning to look for some birds eggs to make breakfast. She had only been home about a week, but she was missing school already. As she climbed down from a nest the snatchers appeared.
"Hello, love," said their leader. "Or is it Lovegood?"
"What do you want with me? I thought you only wanted people who aren't pureblood," she said, looking up at him with her matter-of-fact eyes and her pretty face.
"You're a special case, my dear," he told her. "Since my Master doesn't like what your father's been saying about him he told me to come and snatch you up."
"Scabior, just grab the wench and let's go!" Fenrir complained. "We haven't had our breakfast yet today either."
"Don't tell me-" Scabior began, turning to chastise the wolf-man. Luna took the opportunity to run for it, but Scabior made short work of chasing her down. Just as he reached out to grab her he tripped over a small branch. He fell with her to the ground and his hands grasped her breasts, however inadvertently. Seeing where they were, he cast a naughty glance and pulled her closer so he could whisper in her ear, "I like a girl who can fall gracefully into my arms."
She was quite surprised by the effect his voice and his touch had on her insides. More embarrassing still, she thought he might know exactly what it was doing to her because next his lips trailed along her neck and he nipped her shoulder before he let her up.
"Where are you taking me?" she asked as he grabbed her arm and brought her back towards where the six other men waited.
"Malfoy manor, of course," he told her. "The Master thinks that keeping you there might get your father's cooperation. But if I had my way, I'd be taking you somewhere else entirely."
"Where?"she asked him.
"Well, to start with, maybe that copse of trees right over there," he said with a lascivious grin. Luna cast him a speculative glance, and he laughed. "What's that look for?"
"I just wondered why you would want to do that, when your man said you haven't had breakfast," Luna said. "Why didn't you have breakfast before you snatched me?"
"Well, love, because if we'd waited to have breakfast then you might have gone back in to make yours before we'd finished ours," he pointed out.
"Yes, there is that," she agreed. "But I doubt I would have stayed indoors all day on a day as nice as this. I do love to go outside."
"I know," he said. "I've been watching you for three days now."
"Why so long?" she asked curiously.
"Because it's such an enjoyable task," he admitted, giving her arm a little squeeze to add emphasis to the words.
Luna was amused by this, and looked up at him trying to gauge how sincere he was. When she realized he was telling her the complete truth her stomach did a little flip of excitement. Why did this man have to be so attractive? She found herself wishing he really would take her off into the woods, but tamped down the thought. She should be concentrating on how she was going to get out of this situation.
Her father would be worried sick about her by now, she realized, so she asked, "Can I ask you to do something for me?"
Scabior laughed, and asked, "What is it, love?"
She stopped walking and looked up at him with pleading eyes. "Let my father know where I am? He's sure to be worried if you don't."
Scabior took out his wand and made a patronis, and sent it off straight away. "Better?" he asked.
"Much," she told him, and they finally rejoined the others.
"Having a stroll, are we?" Fenrir asked, pretending to drink a dainty cup of tea.
Scabior cast him a quelling glance. "Miss Lovegood and I will go to the manor alone," he told them. "You men still have a good day of snatching to do; no need for all of us to take the day off."
"Why should it take the whole day?" Luna wanted to know. "Surely all you have to do is drop me off there."
"I thought that since you're such a great lover of the outdoors that maybe you might like to walk a bit before they pen you in," he said. "I know I would."
"You're supposed to be my captor, not my savior," she reminded him, but it was difficult to keep the pleased smile off her lips. He seemed to understand her very well.
Once they had left the others to their work, Scabior stopped grasping Luna's arm and took her hand in his instead, saying, "Let's pretend we are just a couple of lovers out for a walk," he said with a wicked smile. "Do you know where I'd take you if we were?"
Luna shook her head, and cast that speculative look at him again. Though he didn't know if she was disagreeing with the whole idea, or simply was uncertain where he would take her, he had a feeling it was the latter. With a laugh, he pointed to a clearing up ahead of them.
"What's over there?" she asked curiously.
"Our tents from last night," he said. "We never broke camp this morning either."
Luna cast him an indulgent smile. "Are you trying to take me there now?"
"The thought had crossed my mind," he admitted. He stopped walking and turned to look down at her. As if the forest had cast some sort of spell on the two of them, their bodies just seemed to come together of their own accord. His lips met hers with an astounding amount of need, and even more astounding was her willing response.
"You don't happen to have anything to drink in your tent, do you?" she asked. "I'm quite thirsty."
"Maybe we should go find out?" he suggested, and apparated her there straight away.
Luna's head was swimming when they popped up in front of the tent. She hadn't expected to be there that soon. Scabior's hand went to the small of her back as he led her inside. Once they were there, he made no pretense to look for a drink before he drew her right back against him. He kissed her as he picked her up in his arms and carried her over to where his makeshift bed waited for his return.
Luna thought she must be going insane as she kissed him back, but at the same time she thought she might go insane if she didn't. As he laid her on the bed his tongue swept across her lips, looking for a deeper kiss. She opened her mouth to ask him what he was licking her for, but subsided when his tongue swept inside and teased her tongue into tasting his as well.
"Maybe we don't have to pretend we're lovers?" Scabior asked her, giving her a chance to stop.
"Maybe not," Luna answered, because any other answer would have driven her mad.
Scabior's breath caught in his throat at the words, and then he kissed her again, and again. Endless kisses later his fingers traced little circles around her breast, teasing the nipple to life. Smiling at her he asked, "Seems to like that, don't it?"
"That's not surprising," she answered matter-of-factly. Scabior grinned at the answer. This little one would probably make a good researcher. Her mind was constantly observing and working. He wanted to see what it would take to make her mindless with need.
"Shall we experiment with other areas of interest?" he asked her.
Luna felt her face flush, but she kept her gaze steady as she waited for him to continue.
"Stand up for me," Scabior said, rolling to the side so he wasn't in her way. "Good, now let's see what they do if you bare them."
Luna indulged him with a small smile.
"Beautiful," he said when they puckered. "Only not at their best yet. Maybe they need some stimulation."
Scabior sat at the end of the bed and stood her between his knees. Luna took a shaky breath as he flicked his tongue along each nipple in turn, making them hard.
"Hmm, nice," he said. "But I wonder if I could get you to quiver if I played with your belly button."
"My belly button?" Luna repeated. "I hadn't thought of that."
"Oh yes, some women go mad for it," he assured her. "It might be easier if you take off your top completely. Yes, that's perfect."
He leaned forward and kissed and licked her belly until she put her hands on his shoulders to keep from falling.
"Made your knees weak," he laughed. "That's a good sign. Now let's say we get inside those knickers."
Luna undressed the rest of the way for him as he watched with avid interest. It made Scabior very hard watching her bare all that beautiful flesh. When she was unclothed she stepped back up close to him again. He drew her with him back into the bed, and lay her down amongst the pillows there. Then he kissed his way down one of her legs to the ankle, then back up the other leg, ending quite near her mons but taking care to avoid it.
"Don't you want to find out what that did to me?" she asked him in a husky whisper.
"I know very well what it did," he told her, and then slowly spread her legs wide open. "You'll be nice and wet by now." He took a taste. "Yes, very wet."
"Go on, then," she pleaded. "What's next?"
He chuckled as he tasted her some more. "This thing would just as soon taste me, I think," he said with great satisfaction.
"Yes," Luna said, trying to sound calm and failing miserably.
Scabior got on his knees and slowly took off his jacket, and then his shirt, tantalizing her as she had done to him. He undid his pants, and stood up long enough to remove them before he came back to the bed, creeping slowly up her body, dropping little kisses here and there along the way.
"Has this little beauty ever had a nice hard cock in it before?" he asked.
"N-no," she admitted.
"Might hurt a bit, then," he told her. Then he tried to enter her but only got in the tip. Luna closed her eyes as he worked his magic and found a way in, inch by inch, until he was fully sheathed. When he started moving she clung to his hips, moving her hands to show him how she wanted him to proceed. Following her pace at first, Scabior soon set a faster pace of his own, unable to take his time as the feelings became more and more intense. Luna finally started to moan, and by the time they reached their climax she was just as mindlessly sated as he had hoped for.
"So, what did we learn from that?" she asked with a smile.
"That I don't want to give you up?" he asked.
"You have to do your job, Scabior," she said. "Voldemort will kill you if you don't."
He sighed, and nodded. The two of them dressed quietly, and when they were both ready he apparated them like a good little minion."