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"Those imbeciles!" Hermione screamed in frustrated, stomping her way through the woods where Harry, Ron, and her had chosen to set their campsite at. Not paying attention though, Hermione didn't realize that she had stormed her way out of the protective barrier that kept her safe from any unwanted company. A few moments ago the three of them had gotten into a fight. Or more likely, Harry and Ron thought they could put some blame on her as to why she couldn't figure out what the symbol meant that was in the book, Tales of Beedle the Bard, and basing the blame because she was such a "know-it-all" anyway.

"How dare they say those things to me?" She sniffed as she slowed her footsteps into a halt. "What more do they want from me? Don't they realize that I've given up so much for them and yet they still keep wanting more?" Tears formed in her eyes "I made my parents forget about me and sent them to another country, I gave up my education, and I gave up everything for them!" Hermione let the tears fall before she wiped them away and looked at her surroundings. And now I have no idea where I am. She thought. Regretting now that she should've paid more attention to where she was going after she left the safety of the camp. Huffing in annoyance, she decided to head back west thinking that must've been where she came from.

Time passed and the more Hermione walked, the more worried she became. Nothing looked familiar in this forest anymore. At least, nothing she was used to seeing by the camp. How long had she been walking after she left in the first place? Clearly she needed to work on her anger issues after all this was said and done.

The sound of a twig snapping interrupted her thoughts. Looking around, she saw nothing and nobody. I'm just imagining things. Don't be paranoid.

Again the same sound was heard, but it seemed to be nearer. And a couple more were followed after. This wasn't Hermione's imagination, nor was it an animal. Someone was close. No, more than just one person was close. Hermione looked around frantically and seeing no one. They were hiding and they were watching…her. Not wanting to stay there anymore, Hermione started walking in a fast pace.

Then she heard a voice call out, "Going somewhere beautiful?"

Hermione looked to her right and froze with fear. Not even ten feet of her was a tall man wearing black boots, plaid pants with a black studded belt, a leather coat. His eyes were the lightest grayish blue she'd ever seen, and he had dark brown tangled hair with a single red streak pulled back into a loose and messy braid. He wore a leather, fingerless glove was on his left hand, and what looked to be a stag ring on his right.

Behind him, she could see several other men appearing from behind tress. One of them she recognized to be Fenrir Greyback, she remembered seeing him on a lot of wanted posters before. All of these men were snatchers.

Hermione really did need to start focusing on where she walked to.

The man who had addressed her stared at her, as if he was a starving wolf finally laying eyes on a delicious piece of meat.

Hermione managed to get her legs moving, and broke out into a run in the opposite direction of the snatchers. Behind her, she heard who she believed to be the man wearing the plaid pants saying "Well don't just hang about, snatch her!" It didn't take a know it all like Hermione to know that all of them had taken off after her.

Run, run, don't stop! Hermione screamed into her head, running the fastest she had ever ran in her life. Snatchers were coming after her and some of them were firing spells at her, not making time to even look back, she fired back hexes and spells of her own and feeling a split second of satisfaction when she heard a few grunts of pain and a few snatchers tumbling over from fallen tree limbs and the ground being shot up into the air. She ran left to right between the trees, stray limbs tugged and ripped at her jacket and scratched at her. Hermione wasn't sure she was running too, instinct was getting away from the snatchers but she couldn't try go back to the camp as long as she was being followed and risk giving away where Harry was. The forest seemed endless as she kept passing trees that looked all the same.

She then jumped over a fallen tree, hitting the ground again and continued to run. Panic kicked in even more just as she heard the sound of a couple pairs of footsteps hitting the ground just seconds after her from jumping the fallen tree. Some of the snatchers had already caught up quick to her and they were firing spells at her more rapidly. Some of them barely missed her. Just as Hermione was jumping another tree trunk, she heard someone shout, "Incarcerus!" and in midair, Hermione's wrists and ankles were bounded in rope causing her to hit the ground hard with a thud.

That's when she could hear the snatchers come to a stop around her. She was breathing heavily from running, her lungs searing in pain from the lack of air she'd given them in the last few minutes. Looking around she could see most of them kept a fair distance from her, they stayed close enough in case she tried something but gave enough space to let someone circle her. "Fast little rabbit, ain't ya'?" A man said. He crouched down in front of Hermione to get a closer look at her. It was the man wearing the plaid pants. "You're a tough one too, gave some of my men a few nasty injuries." He held her chin between his thumb and two fingers, Hermione tried to pull away but he had a firm grip. "And what do they call you, my lovely?"

"P-Penelope Clearwater." Hermione whispered, she hoped he believed the lie because she knew he could see her fear all over her. "I'm a h-half-blood."

"Check the name." He said to one the men behind him and keeping his hold on her chin, looking scanning her body with desire. "She's lying Scabior!" A snatcher shouted back at him, revealing his name to Hermione. "A Penelope Clearwater was already found and checked back into Hogwarts just two nights ago." Hermione's eyes widened in fear when Scabior smirked down at her. They knew she had been lying now. "Why don't you want us to know who you are?"

"I think I've seen her somewhere before," Fenrir Greyback said and as if realization dawned on him, he pulled out a copy of the Daily Prophet and looked at it. "It's that Granger girl! Hermione Granger, the Mudblood who is known to be traveling with Harry Potter!" Greyback walked over to Scabior and showed him the image of Hermione that was placed on the front page. Beside her picture was Ron and in a bigger picture above the two of their pictures was Harry. Scabior looked back down at Hermione and a slow smile grew on his face "Why ain't they with you now?"

She looked up at him, trying to keep fear out of her voice "I got lost, and I didn't know how to find them again. They must've taken off to someplace new by now." She wasn't lying either. Hermione did get lost, and didn't know where she could find them again, not even knowing where she was in this forest. But she didn't know if they would move on or not without her. "So, we take her to the ministry then?" Greyback questioned. Scabior didn't answer right away, he kept looking down at Hermione as if studying her. "No," he started not taking his eyes off her "Won't get much for her without the other two."

"I say we keep her then, as bait. The other two will be coming to look for her sometime or another." The werewolf grinned. "Whether they will or not come looking for the girl, I think it'd be nice that I have a beautiful bed girl such as this on to keep me company."

Scabior grinned himself, followed by a few jeers from the other men. He then stood up and pulled Hermione up with him, she began to struggle but had no effect as he wrapped his arm around her waist to keep her from moving much. "Back to the camp." He ordered, and one by one all of the other snatchers disapparated. Scabior squeezed Hermione tight as they too disapparated.

Once her two feet were on the ground again, she looked around. It looked as if they were still in the same forest, but probably miles from where they were just at seconds ago. In front of her was a small cottage that the snatchers must've claimed for themselves, most likely the people who lived here were either in Azkaban or dead thanks to Ministry's bounty hunters. Around it was about a five tents surrounding it and no doubt they were enchanted to be like a good sized flat inside. Hermione's thoughts were cut short when she felt Scabior pick her up and placed her over his shoulder like a potato sack and that's when things finally started to kick in. "Let go of me!" She yelled, banging her bonded hands on his back fiercely and doing the best she could at trying to kick at him. "Not likely my little rabbit." The man said with humor in his voice, he carried her inside the cottage and walked into what seemed like the only room and dropped her onto the bed. He pointed his wand and the ropes around her wrists and ankles were severed.

Hermione took this opportunity and kicked him in the chest. Scabior grunted and stepped back from the blow as she climbed off the bed on the other side of him and searched into her pockets for her wand, only to see that the snatcher in front of her had a mocking look on his face as he showed her, her wand and placed it inside of his leather coat.

Doing the only thing she could think of, Hermione bolted for the door. It only took Scabior two steps with his much longer legs to catch her and wrap his arm around her torso. "Why the hurry?" He said as he dragged a struggling Hermione back to the bed and pushed her down onto it. Before she could get the chance to sit up and make another attempt of escape, he was on top of her straddling her waist. He pinned her arms down with his own as he bent down to leave a light trail of kisses from her forehead all the way down to her lips. Hermione tried to move her head as far back into the bed as she could to avoid his kiss, but he kept pressing his lips harder onto hers.

The next thing she knew, he leaned off her enough to point his wand at her and with a flick of the wrist her all of her clothes were ripped off besides her undergarments. Hermione let out a gasp of surprise and did the most she could to cover herself up with her arms then looked up at the man to see that he had a satisfied grin on his face as he was stripping off his own clothes until he was only wearing a pair of briefs. He was then on top of her again, running his hand up and down her body despite her protests, as well as kissing and nibbling at the crook of her neck as he did so. She could feel his member grow hard against her thigh which only scared her and caused her to struggle more against this man. Scabior had then removed her bra and kneaded her breast with one hand, and put his mouth on the other, sucking and licking at her nipple. His other hand moved down to rub her clit through her panties.

The sudden sensation caused Hermione to buck against him. It was intentionally, she had never felt a feeling like that before, and no man had even gone near there before. This man wasn't supposed to be there either. He continued to rub her before he slid her panties down her legs and kissed at her womanhood, and then moved back up so they were face to face again and made a dark smile, "You've never been touched, have you my lovely?" he asked. Hermione responded with a hurried nod with tears streaming down her face

"Please…please don't." she begged, "You can do anything but don't take it, please!" This wasn't right. It wasn't for him to take, but for hers to give! And this man was not the man she wanted to give it to. She wanted it to be for a man that she would fall in love with someday.

"I'll go easy on you love, me being your first and all." He whispered with a hint of eagerness as he put the tip of his penis at her entrance, "No, please!" Hermione cried out again, just as he entered her swiftly. She screamed at the pain, it was too much to handle. He was too big; he was causing her too much pain. Scabior kissed at her lips, ignoring her cries and rubbed her clit to help her pain pass more quickly while he was moving in and out of her.

Most of the pain had faded, but she could still feel the sting of pain each time he moved back into her. Her tears kept falling, but more quietly, and her attempts at pushing him off of her had grown weaker. She was getting tired. All of this was beginning to be too much for her. But she still managed to stay conscious because she could feel the pleasure she didn't want to feel when he rubbed her as he was going in and out of her womanhood. It took Hermione everything to not let moans pass her lips and hope that Scabior wouldn't notice, but he did. He smiled, "I know you're wanting to let it out." Rubbing her clit faster and pumping into her harder, knowing that he was soon about to reach his climax.

"Don't fight it love."

As if on cue, she unwillingly let out a moan from all the ecstasy she'd been feeling and shivered against his body as her own hit its finish.

Not long after her, Scabior let out a moan of his own as his climax reached its peak. He laid his body on top of hers as he caught his breath, being careful not to put his full amount of weight on top of her. After a moment or so, he pulled out of her and dressed himself. Looking down at her, Scabior noticed she had passed out from exhaustion. He smirked; his little rabbit had gone through a lot today.

Scabior placed her head gently on top of one of the pillows on the bed and pulled the covers over her naked body. Kissing her lips gently, and wiping away a forgotten tear, he walked out of the room and locked the door behind him silently thinking to himself.

You'll come to love me someday, my lovely.

AN: I hope you liked my first chapter! Don't snark at me for the rape, a Scamione story wouldn't fit to me in my opinion with some rape. Read and Review please!