Scab: Someone commented that it could be worse… the smut… all I'm going to say is… You've no idea what's about to come still xD This is absolutely no kiddies tale. And to everyone who reads this, enjoy! Review if you like it! If you rp on FB you can of course add us and rp with us too. And to my Lovely Hermione… Girl.. you wear me out ;D
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BROKEN
Hermione bit her lip. She wasn't /really/ doing this willingly. It was true she did enjoy when he touched her, but she would enjoy if anyone touched her there. She felt like she had to do this, because she would have had to go to camp with him anyway. She hated this.
She looked at him as he kissed her and she stood there, kissing him back a little but not fully. She bit her lip "I enjoy your touch, yes, but I would enjoy anyone's. That's the reason /for/ the touch. And I'm only going with you to stay alive."
Soon, they were at his camp and she looked around. She shivered slightly. The cold air hit her hard, which made her move into him more. She whimpered as she moved, her legs and lower half in immense pain.
She looked at him as he moved away from her. He had the rope in his hand as he pulled her to a tent. She bit her lip as they got in, and smiled at immediate warmth. They sat down and she stared at him "Can I sleep?" She asked quietly.
"I enjoy your touch, yes, but I would enjoy anyone's." No emotion was readable on his face but inwardly he flinched. The thought that she would enjoy the touch of just anyone made him feel nauseated. Somehow he couldn't believe it. She wouldn't, would she?
He grimaced. "That's the reason /for/ the touch. And I'm only going with you to stay alive." Now that was very wise of her. Because of her words which had irritated him he yanked the rope extra hard as soon as they'd arrived at the camp, not caring about the looks they received by the other snatchers.
He led her to a tent which was clearly his and guided her inside. "Can I sleep?" She asked quietly and he nodded. He was quite tired by the physical action of that day as well, but knew he wasn't given time to sleep yet. He took her by the rope and guided her onto a make-shift bed on which he slept every night during the snatching season. He could go home to his own cottage or to his parent's house to be with his sister, but he preferred to be around his men nowadays. He had gained much of their trust and he liked to keep it that way. He'd even been able to tame the wolf Fenrir which was quite the thing.
Why his men loved to hang out with him so much? Because he knew how to track muggles and traitors? Because he made more catches than any other snatchers and because he knew what method to use to interrogate or get their victims to come along? They made lots of money being around him and therefore they respected him as their leader. That'd probably been the reason no one had questioned him when he'd brought Hermione into the camp at only a rope.
He used his magic to lock her up within the tent, having limited space to move but a bed - his bed- and a toilet at her disposal - including a sink and some soap to wash her hands.
He tugged the blankets to cover her and removed the scarf from around her neck, placing it gently beside her head. Then he stroke his hand through her hair and gave her a faint smile.
"You sleep, Mione. You'll need your powers again tomorrow." And placed another kiss on her forehead before he left the tent, certain that she couldn't escape him with all the enchantments done. He went over to his men.
Hermione could hear a laughter erupted as soon as Scabior had joined them. The conversation wasn't really audible to her as she mostly caught just a few words. She could understand they were talking about her and complimenting Scabior for getting a nice prize. She could also hear him tell the others not to touch her.
"You sleep Mione. You'll need your powers again tomorrow" She shivered at those words. She didn't want him to touch her, but she knew it was inevitable. She looked as he left and she smiled a little, knowing she could sleep without having to feel him next to her.
She fell asleep quickly. She wasn't comfortable, especially with the ropes around her wrists, but she was glad sleep had come to her. She slept for awhile, until she felt the sudden urge to use the bathroom.
She got up and looked next to her, Scabior still not there. She walked over to the toilet and looked around, hoping no one would see her. She quickly went to the bathroom and washed her hands, then she climbed back into the bed.
Soon she felt arms around her, instantly warming her up. She smiled at the warmth of the blanket, plus the body heat. She frowned though, when she realized who it was again. She fell asleep but woke up too soon in her opinion. The morning had come quickly. She sat up and saw that Scabior had the rope clenched tightly in his fist, and she couldn't move away from him. She frowned and looked at him, waiting for him to see that she was awake.
It took a while before Scabior admitted he was awake. He had felt her petite frame moving against him in an attempt to get up and away from him but he had clutched the rope tightly in his hands.
"Morning, love." He said, his voice dry from the night's air, as he rolled over to rub his eyes. There was a bit more distance between them now and he loosened the grip he had on the rope.
He stood up with some difficulty, clearly not fully awake yet, and made his way to the bathroom. She could see he was wearing lose pants and her scarf, but that was all. She could see his chest - and chest hair. He ran a hand through his hair which wasn't tied in a ponytail but loosely draped all around his frame, the red streak tousling down his left shoulder.
Once he returned from his morning ritual, still bare-chested, he came to sit on a chair next to the bed and smirked at her.
"Slept well?"
"No" She said. Which was true, technically. She hadn't been comfortable at all, but the sleep had refreshed her. She looked at him and bit her lip. She looked down and then back up at him "Just one question for you. How are you going to hide me from people? I mean actual people. Not the snatchers"
It was a good question if you thought about it, because what if someone found her and took her away. Then Scabior would follow her and try to get her back and there would be a huge fight. Knowing Ron and Harry they would try to fight, and not kill and Scabior would probably kill them and take her for his own.
She took her tied hands and messed with the front of her hair. She then got up and went to the bathroom again. Then she came back out and laid back on the bed, staring up at the top of the tent. "What did you mean by me needing my powers?"
He chuckled. "They will see you when they may. They don't when they may not." He knew some spells to keep her not only obeying him which would make her stand back long enough, but also to hide her temporarily from view. He wasn't worried about that at all.
Scabior watched her go into the bathroom and took up a collar he'd fixed the night before, when she had already been asleep in the tent. He thought he needed to do something about those awful ropes around her soft skin. He could see the bruises even when she was dressed. Her wrists were sore and he didn't want for his pet to be all mistreated like that. He carefully adjusted the magical leash to it and then kept staring at the item while he gave things a thought. He'd not been safe with her yesterday, and he wasn't planning on being so anytime soon. But now that she had left for the bathroom again he wondered if it had been because of fright, because of a weak bladder - she was a mudblood after all- or because of something else. When she returned she didn't seem to notice he was holding the collar and placed herself back on the bed.
"What did you mean by me needing my powers?"
It caused for a grin to spread on his face. "You'll see soon, Mione." But by the time he was face to face with her the grin had gone and his face was as if made from stone again. He placed the collar around her neck, using an enchantment she'd never heard or read before and afterwards untying the ropes from her wrists. He glanced at the bruises for a while before placing a kiss on them. Then he took hold of the leash and pulled her up with him.
He sat down on the chair again and smirked up at her. She was now standing in front of him again.
"I'll give you an option 'ere." He told her as if he was one of the teachers at Hogwarts. He silently cursed his age and body for being all stiff in the morning. But this time he finally had someone to help him solve his problem. He revealed his erection and glared up at her. "Now you can either use your pretty mouth again and suck," which automatically meant swallow again, "Or you can ride me. What will it be, Mione?"
It was scary the way he appeared to be all calm as he reached up his hand to draw her closer and caress her cheek, almost lovingly.
She didn't know what he meant by ride, but she did /not/ want to suck again. "I-I'll ride you...even if I don't know what that is" She looked at him, her eyes scared. She moved closer as he put his hand on her cheek.
Her hand moved up to the collar and glared at Scabior. She felt like a dog. She didn't deserve a collar and a leash. But she could run away better with it. He had the leash lightly in his hand and if she ran away fast enough, he wouldn't get it in time.
She ran to the bathroom. She ran fast, hoping she would at least be able to hide in there until he left again. She had almost reached it but she felt the leash tug back and she whimpered as she was pulled back to him
"When are you going to get it, that I don't want to be here! That, even if you enjoy me, I will never enjoy you!" She glared. Which was a lie. She enjoyed him, she wouldn't admit it though He just chuckled and sat back down. He wouldn't let her get away this time. She knew she had to go through with this, so she walked closer to him slowly. She bit her lip as she stood right in front of him.
He placed his hands at her hips. The movement made her eyes dart down at her trousers again and it was clear what he wanted. The panic was in her eyes when he ordered for her to undress again. She took off her pants reluctantly and with a little help of him, just as she had to help him pull down his pants. He sat on the chair, lazily somewhat, and grinning at her as he guided her on his lap.
Quite soon she found herself pressing down on his hardness, and the meaning of riding became clear to her. He encouraged her to move on him, holding her hips to guide her.
"Move."
"Come on, faster."
"Work your hips, Love."
She was still reluctant and his commanding tone wasn't helping much. But when she found him hitting a sensitive spot inside of her she became a bit more enthusiastic, wanting relief and have it all over with.
He could feel how her body responded to his movements, pulling at him and milking him, and forcing him to come as well. He grunted and threw his head back, he buried himself deep inside of her as his seed shot straight into her womb. He caught his breath again and slowly went to look at her. His eyes meeting hers as he gently stroked some hairs out of her face. "Ow's that... Love?"
She looked at him as they finished, and there was pain in her eyes. She pulled her face away from his fingers and got off of him. She got dressed again and sat on the bed, for that was as far as the leash would let her go. She sighed and looked at him "Am I done?" She was hopeful.
She had gotten dressed in somewhat of a rush so there wouldn't be anything else to do at that moment. She knew she wasn't done for the day, oh no there would be more, but she was still in pain from last night. A little blood had stained through her dirty jeans and she looked at him.
"I need new clothes" She said, the obvious hitting her. She looked down at her filth ridden, smelly clothes that had been all over the place last night and this morning. They had been dragged to a hotel, thrown on the floor, and then slept in here. And there was blood stained in them.
She looked at him and then the leash, then her head snapped outside as she heard a howling "That's, that's, that's Fenrir Greyback" She said inching closer to Scabior in fear. She bit down on her lip hard as she saw the filthy excuse for a human, or werewolf outside of the the tent. "Get me out of here now"
She knew he wouldn't listen but she couldn't help it. She was more scared of Fenrir right outside of their tent, then her at that moment. She had heard stories about him and they weren't good ones. She heard most of them from Lupin, or Bill. She looked at Scabior "Or get him away from me." Greyback was coming closer
He nodded and grunted in agreement. She needed new clothes. not to mention the ones she was wearing now smelled like sex, clearly sending a mixture of their scents into the air. No doubt the wolf had already smelled it before he could enter the tent. Scabior stood up and held her sides. "Don't worry, love. I'll 'andle it."
He stepped forward, barely making it in front of her, when the tent opened and Fenrir appeared, grinning. "Well, well, boss. Ain't that a lucky catch."
Scabior looked up at the giant wolf. 'What do you want?"
"I just came to remind you mudbloods are strictly forbidden."
"So what if they're?' Scabior's face like ice met that of the emotionless wolf.
"I can smell her on you and you on her."
Scabior glared at him now. "New rules, Fenrir. The girl is with me. Like this she isn't a threat but she's bait. We'll be gettin''er new clothes in town. And no touchy touchy or eatin' 'er, got that?"
He snapped at the wolf, sounding stern and to Hermione's surprise the wolf accepted Scabior's words.
As Fenrir left, Hermione let out a breath. She looked at Scabior "You're taking me with you. Put an invisibility charm if you must, and keep this stupid leash and collar on, but you are taking me with you. You need my sizes anyway."
She reached into her pocket and gave him a sack of gold, 'Here. I won't be able to use it anyway" She said, looking at him. She saw him eye it with interest then he pocketed it.
"You told him I'm bait. Bait for who? For Harry and Ron? They won't come looking for me for awhile. They need to finish the war first. That's more important to them. Then /maybe/ they'll come get me. Probably not, because they'll think I'm in Australia searching for my parents" She shrugged as she looked at him.
She was growing fond of him no doubt. She would have to get used to it anyway. "So what would you categorize me as? Kidnapee? Pet? Sex slave? I am most definitely not your girlfriend. I would think Slave because look at me. I'm on a leash" She was just making a point to get technical, and she really didn't say it with that rude a tone
He eyed her, surprised by her stubborn behaviour when she clearly had been scared of the wolf.
"You're taking me with you. Put an invisibility charm if you must, and keep this stupid leash and collar on, but you are taking me with you. You need my sizes anyway." He huffed at her words, though silently.
"I'll do just that. I know, I know. I'm not a fool." He frowned at her last sentence. Her sizes? Well she was fitting him quite well. Oh, she had probably meant when buying clothes. Well, he could use her money for it.
He was shaken from his thoughts as she continued her rambling by asking him about the bait and telling him about her parents.
"And are they there? In Australia?" He smirked when he saw her confused look and then how she decided to ignore his comment.
"So what would you categorize me as? Kidnapee? Pet? Sex slave? I am most definitely not your girlfriend. I would think Slave because look at me. I'm on a leash" His eyes darkened and he tugged the leash hard, making her stumble against him, almost falling if he hadn't caught her.
"Yes, what are you, beautiful? Just simply a witch who plays tricks on my mind? Or nothing but a cheap whore?" His voice had been harsh and though he hadn't intended to be this unkind his mood had changed again and anger ruled now. She had been insulting him by asking him about who she was and what she was to him. Not that she could have known it.
"WHAT are you? Nothing more but a filthy mudblood, people wouldn't pay a dime to save your life. Be grateful you're safe with me now. Aren't you thankful? Aren't you?"
His shouted words were imposing and taking her by surprise. He had turned from gentle and protective to angry and rough. But as soon as he saw her reaction to his words he calmed down again, taking a deep breath and shaking his head. He hadn't meant to spat at her like this.
She nodded "yeah. They don't remember me though" she looked up at him. Her parents. She frowned at the thought of them. She sadly had to remove their memory before going to help Harry out. She couldn't have risked the death eaters coming to get her or harry.
She whimpered as he pulled the leash hard and she flew against him. She whimpered a little more and then she stopped as she heard what he had to say. "WHAT are you? Nothing but a filthy mudblood, people wouldn't pay a dime to save your life." that part was ringing in her head. She held her ground but inside she was crying.
She felt him pull her close as they apparated to Knockturn Alley. He put the enchantment on her quickly and she was unviable, along with the leash and the collar. She was pulled with him into a store and she came closer to him, so people wouldn't run into her.
She came to his ear and whispered her measurements in them. She also told him to get whatever he wanted her to wear. As long as she was wearing clothes, she would be comfortable. She looked at him as a grin came onto his face and she frowned a little. Oh well. Let him have fun with this.
She let out a little "ooh" as someone ran into her and she moved a little closer. She saw him let go of the leash for a minute to run a hand through his hair, since his other was busy, but she didn't make a move to run away. She was learning. Guess his training was paying off.
She followed him around the store and looked at him "so what do you have in mind to buy me?" she asked. She wondered if he would answer, because she was invisible, but then again, he was a snatcher. No one would notice him talking to "himself" anyway. Most of the people in the store she considered crazy no matter.
He held a hand thoughtfully against his chin, rubbing it as his eyes were directed in front of him and not at all at her. But then again she was invisible. He had already decided he liked this new treatment of her as she had to stay close to him and she did so obediently. He could feel her around him, sometimes even bumping against him, and it pleased him.
"This lot." He whistled for one of his fellow snatchers to come with a basket and started to collect several items. Underwear, two bras, socks, stockings, a warm sweater and a vest, new jeans and warm pajamas. Not at all sexy. Even the underwear was just the average cute. He pushed her into a fitting room and helped her into some of the items, like the sweater, just to see if it was comfortable enough. When she told him it wasn't he got her another - or actually let one of his snatchers get one- which was. He then went over to the counter, but not before picking up some more fancy clothes that she hoped she would only have to wear around the house. Short skirts, hold-ups, skimpy dress and a nice new scarf. He bought himself a new scarf as well as he seemed to like them much.
His hand sneaked around her waist as they entered the street again and he smiled. Though the smile faded fast as they'd entered the street and he had to let go again.
"Think that'll be enough clothes, Mione?"
"Yes" She said quietly. "Can we go back now?" She felt uncomfortable being invisible but she could tell he liked it. She moved closer to him and she looked at the basket of clothing. She smiled a little as he nodded. They apparated back and she looked at him as she became less invisible "What do you want me to wear?"
She wouldn't cross him anymore for awhile, seeing what he did when he lashed out at her last. She didn't want that to happen again so she would be quiet. She watched as he pulled out the sweater and a pair of underwear, a bra and jeans. She smiled. That meant he wouldn't be doing anything to her. She took the clothes as he dropped the leash and let her go change.
She came back and he was gone. She looked outside the tent and saw him with his fellow snatchers. She frowned and curled up into a ball on the bed, trying to get warm. She was still majorly tired, and in pain and cold, so she wrapped the blanket around her and curled up on the bed. She fell asleep.
During her nap she dreamed a lot about what would happen while she was with the snatchers. She dreamed that she would have lots of sex and just random things that he could do to her. And then her dreams took and abrupt turn.
She dreamed she was back in Malfoy Manor, getting tortured by Bellatrix. She winced in her sleep. She remembered how harsh she was about the sword, and how Scabior was in the back watching and smirking. She remembered how Bellatrix laughed at the forever marked words on her arm, and how it would be a symbol of how she betrayed the world.
She woke up with a start as the pain came flooding back. She looked at her arm which was throbbing and she frowned. Tears flew down her eyes, not because it hurt, and not because she was where she was, but because of the memory. It was because she would never see Ron or Harry again, which pleased her a little. And she was also crying at the fact that she might be a little happy here with Scabior and getting happier by the minute.
The tent opened again as Scabior entered, his hand held up high to push into the tent before he lowered it again and came to a halt. He frowned at seeing Hermione on his bed, tears in her eyes and a sad sobbing coming from her - or at least he thought it was sadness. Her eyes were on her arm and he immediately understood she was crying over the wound she carried there.
Not that he would deny she was a mudblood. She was. But that didn't mean she was a person to hate. He came closer to her and sat down on the bed, at her side, and run a hand through her hair.
"Don't be like that, Mione. What's done is done. There's nothing you can do about it."
He stared at her face as she looked up at him. She had such pretty eyes. He leant forth to place a kiss on her lips and once it was broken and he leant back again he smiled.
"We're 'aving a lot to do t'day. You should come along, or want me to drag you?"
She held the leash out and watched as he took it. She huffed and wiped her eyes. She stared at him and then looked down. Just thinking. "What are we doing?" She asked him, looking up at him again.
Now, she would admit that she was glad to get out of the tent again, because she was, but she had mixed feelings about going with him. When she was alone, she thought a lot about him, and not in the way he would want. She thought a lot about how she could get free and why he was manic her do this.
Then she usually thought about the night before. The first time anything had happened. She was still in a little pain from it. He had acted so cold and heartless and now she was here as his pet/sex slave. She figured there was more in it for him then there was for her though.
She stood up as he tugged on the leash gently and shuffled as far away from his as she could. They walked out of the tent and she saw the group of snatchers all together for the first time. She just stared at them until all of their heads turned to look at hers. She felt uncomfortable with that and she looked down. She felt ashamed to be there at that moment. She was on a leash, being dragged by a disgusting man to more disgusting men.
"All right," Scabior started in a confident voice. "You all know the drill by now. And no touching."
One of his men snorted in disgust. "As if we'd want to touch the dirty mudblood." Scabior glanced at the man but did not comment. He had no idea how hurtful those words must have been to his pet but could imagine she disliked what she'd heard. He tugged at her collar to make her tumble into his arms which he wrapped around her waist possesivly. Her back was now pressed against his chest and for a moment he looked down at her.
"Ear that, dove? You're just mine." He then looked up again and barked out some commands. "Get the list, and now 'urry, 'urry."
One of his fellow men returned with the names for that day and read them. Scabior immediately knew the answer to their whereabouts as soon as the names were being mentioned. It was surprising how he could tell of each victim where he or she would be and how they would get them. Perhaps even scary.
"Ear that dove? You're just mine"
She snorted "Fantastic" She muttered sarcastically. She felt awkward standing there while they were doing their jobs. She felt out of place, like she shouldn't be there. She looked up as Scabior looked at the list "Tell me. How are you going to snatch and have me on a leash at the same time?" She asked scathingly.
It was a good question, because if her ran trying to snatch someone, and he had her leash in hand, he would be dragging an invisible Hermione. The leash would be choking her and she could die. She huffed as she stood there next to him, waiting for an answer.
Soon they were on their way though. Hermione became invisible and he tied her to leash to something she didn't see, so she would stay put. She sat on the ground and watched him. This was what he did and he liked it. How anyone /could/ like it she would never know. All you did was run after people and bring them to the ministry, or take them to Death Eaters. Or they killed them. Hermione watched them, intensely, and ran a hand through her hair as she watched them run. She couldn't take her eyes off of it. The poor people being snatched.
The ritual took place several times in a row. He'd tie her to stay put, run after the victims, stun them and take them to the ministry. Every time he apparated he took a good hold on Hermione, pressing her close to him. It was obvious he was possessive of her.
Then the list took them to a home of muggles and the snatchers impatiently gathering behind their leader.
"Don't just stand there, men." The tall man snarled at his fellow snatchers. "Get a move on." At his words three of the snatchers hurried up the porch steps of a muggle home and knocked on the door. When no one answered Scabior pushed them aside.
"Bombarda." The door flew away, splintering into pieces, and allowed them access as one by one they hurdled into the living room. Scabior was shouting commands, telling his fellow snatchers to gather everyone in the house around and ordering for the children to be set in the middle of the room. He walked up to the elderly woman who appeared to be the mother of the family. Her husband was nowhere in sight.
"Where's 'e 'idden?" His voice was calm and soft, yet clearly more of a command than a question. When the woman refused to reply and could do none more than utter small sounds of dismay he turned away from her and walked back to where Hermione was standing, grabbing her roughly by the arm and lugging her to a corner of the room. He bent to her so he could whisper in her ear, making sure the others wouldn't hear or even notice he was talking to her, his breath smelling of damp wood. "You might want to look away, love." He then turned away from her as if he hadn't said a thing and made his way back to the muggle woman who had not said one sensible thing since the snatchers arrival.
"She don't wanna talk!" The snatcher who was holding her said. Behind him, Scabior could hear the children cry as they were scared. They huddled together and sobbed loudly.
Radagast had been checking the list. "Everyone's 'ere, boss, 'xcept one."
The father. The children were crying loudly as the leader of the snatchers made his way to their mother. He could not have any good intentions in mind as his whole attitude radiated danger and an untimely death. But before he could reach the woman a man suddenly jumped out of a hidden panel, screaming loudly for his wife not to worry as he made an heroic jump for her.
He froze in midair. " Stupify." Scabior calmly stood with his wand pointed at the man, the muggle fell down face first at which his wife cried out horrified. She probably thought her husband was dead. "Now, that ain't nice, missy." Scabior said in a calm and way too amused voice. "Isn't that cosy," the snatcher teasingly started, "All of 'em together." He pointed his wand at the woman's throat and she flinched. He studied her in silence, then abruptly he turned away from her, stalking to the children in the middle of the room. "Do it," He could be heard saying, and before Hermione could realize what was about to happen the snatchers had grabbed their wands and spells were flying through the room. Curses were flung at the muggles. The mother cried out as she was cruciod, falling to the ground, twitching and curling as she cried out in pain. The sight horrible and the sound even worse to the young witch's ears. The children cried out for their 'mommy' but Scabior didn't leave them much time. He was only a few feet away of them as he raised his wand and calmly used an "Avada Kedavra." The children died one by one, the terror still on their faces. As soon as it had began the attack had ended. Scabior stood like a ghost, staring down at the corpses of the children.
He hated to do this, to kill innocents of such a young age. That's why he had used the killing curse. If he'd taken them to the ministry they'd have to face a fate even worse than death.
And he refused to torture them, even when they were muggle' offspring.
The woman had died as well and the only muggle still alive was the husband who slowly regained his senses. He must have heard the whole ordeal and now he got to see the result. The bodies, the blood and the stench of death in the air. The room seemed damp and clouded.
Hermione couldn't turn away. Her face turned into horror as he killed everyone except for the father. She was scared. She didn't want to be there anymore. Lucky for her, he didn't tie her up this time. There was a hole tight by where she was sitting from where one of the spells had hit and she snuck out.
She didn't think he noticed her, but once she was out she ran. She ran as fast as she could. The collar and the leash were still on her, not knowing how to get it off. She looked back and she didn't see anyone behind her but that wasn't necessarily a good thing.
She continued running and soon she found a small alley. She figured she would rest there for the night. She walked in and went to a caved in corner where she could hide. She didn't care about the bugs or anything. She was just afraid of Scabior. Even more so now. She hated him more.
She wrapped her arms around her legs and sat there, shaking from being cold, from being in pain from running, and from fear. She whimpered a little as she thought of that poor family.
She fell asleep eventually, still thinking about them. She was still in that caved in corner of the alley, hoping no one would find her. She was happy that she had gotten to run away, but upset that it had been over something so tragic.
