I can't believe I'm saying this but I love you.

I don't own harry potter.

Hermione and her friends just aparated back to their camping spot. They normally don't aparate back to the same spot more than once, but this was to retrieve Hermione's scarf she had left behind for Ron to find if he ever came back so he'd know they were there. But instead of finding her scarf, they found their selves to be in trouble. The snatcher had taken Hermione's scarf and tied it around his neck. The snatcher, Scabior, who had smelled her scent in the woods all those days ago. They all started to run as fast as they could. They almost out ran them until Scabior told his men to go around to surround them.

'Oh I've got you now, my lovely.' He thought to himself and he ran to catch them.

Hermione stopped abruptly and turned around and hit Harry with a stinging jinx, so he wouldn't be recognized as Harry Potter. Harry fell back and Hermione ran to his side and said, "I'm sorry Harry. I had to." Harry nodded to tell her he understood. Just before Hermione could say anything, she was pulled up by large strong hands.

"DON'T TOUCH HER! LET HER GO!," yelled Ron right before he got punched in the stomach.

"LEAVE HIM ALONE DON'T HURT HIM!," Hermione screamed.

"Your boyfriend will get an unforgivable if he keeps it up, lovely," Scabior told Hermione. "What 'appened to you ugly?" he said to Harry. When he got no answer, he spoke again, "What's your name?"

"Dudley. Vernon Dudley," replied Harry.

"Check it wolf,"Scabior said to greyback. He turned away from them and turned towards Hermione and said with a predatory smile on his face," Mmm. And you, my love. What do they call you?"

"Penelope Clearwater. Half-Blood." Then Scabior ook a piece of her hair and sniffed it. Hermione was terrified. "I don't believe you love"

Hermione was stuck. She didn't know what to tell this man. This snatcher in front of her. She knew him. Knew who he was. She didn't want him to know her though. Because if he did he wouldn't hesitate to turn her, Harry, and Ron into the ministry. That was the last thing they needed at the moment.

"What's the matter lovely? Cat got your tounge?" Scabior said then smiled. She thought maybe if she could give or do something for him, they could go free and be left alone. But what? What could she possibly do, or what did she possibly have to give him?

Well, there's… no. No she can't give him that. That should go to Ron.

'C'mon Hermione think of something! Maybe if you offer him something and go with him alone deeper in the woods you could kill him and… but what of the other snatchers?' Hermione thought and thought hard. She couldn't think of anything.

'You'll just have to give it to him Hermione. Don't be a coward just do it.' But it was too late for her to do anything because he already told his snatchers to go back to the snatchers camp base. She was so deep in thought, she wasn't paying attention to her surroundings.

Scabior took Hermione by the upper arm and apparated with her. When they arrived, Harry and Ron were separated and put into two tents that were charmed so they wouldn't leave. Hermione didn't even notice Scabior talking to her until he shook her a little.

"Listen girl. You're staying in my tent with me. Everything in here is yours as it is mine. I wouldn't go outside unless you're with me. Greyback's been eyen' ya." He stroked her cheek and she jerked away then he laughed at her. 'c'mon hermione. Just let him have it. Don't. Be. A coward.'

" Umm.. Scabior?"

He turned around to face her, " Yes beautiful?"

"Can, umm… well, I might die soon. And I haven't lost it yet… so I was wondering if…" He cut her short. He walked closer to her and she walked back, then he grabbed her face, lowered his lips to hers and they joined in a passionate kiss.