Hermione yawned and stretched out in her bed. A soft smile displayed on her face, the bed was so comfortable and the pillows were fluffed up with the softest feathers it seemed. She opened her eyes and squinted them from the sunlight seeping through the bedroom window. The warm sun felt good on her skin, she ran her fingers across her body to feel the warmth of it but why wasn't she wearing any clothes? Wait, she wasn't wearing any clothes! Then realization dawned on her, this was not her bed and this was not her bed. All the memories from the night before flooded back into her mind. She remembered arguing with Harry and Ron, storming off into the woods, getting lost and getting chased by snatchers. Hermione let out a chocked sob, she also remembered being brought back her by that man named Scabior…and how he had raped her in this very bed.
The tears began to fall after that. He stripped her of everything she had; her clothes, her wand, and her virginity. That was something she wanted to give to her true love someday, she would sometimes have thoughts about Ron maybe. There was a small amount of feelings she felt for him, something people would call a crush. Sometimes she would even daydream that he could possibly ask her out after this war was over. That was silly thinking now, how could anyone want her now after she'd been taken by a snatcher? Someone who was most likely sitting in Azkaban before the Death Eaters let a massive breakout occur there several months before.
Hermione wiped away her tears; there wasn't any use in crying now. He may have her wand, but she'd still find a way out of here, and find a way back to Harry and Ron. There were only five other snatchers besides him. She didn't have any clothes though Does he really expect me to just lay around this room bare naked? Of course he was a man, and the idea wouldn't be too bad in his opinion. She had no idea when Scabior would return anyway, and she wasn't really in much of a hurry to be in the same room as him.
Taking this chance, she decided to look around the room. It was a spacious room. The bed that she was on was a queen sized bed with white sheets, the blankets and pillows were white as well, and the bed frame was made from red oak. Across the room from the bed was a desk that was made from the same kind of wood as the bed with a matching chair, on top of the desk was a plate with an apple, a glass of water, and what looked like a sandwich. But Hermione didn't pay any attention to it and continued to gaze around the room. To the right of the bed was a door, which might've been the bathroom, and next to it was a tall dresser with four drawers. A couple feet from the bathroom was another door which she figured was the door to leave the room. To the left of the bed was a window that looked out into the darkened woods.
If she was under any different circumstances, Hermione would've loved to live in this room; all that would be needed to be added on would be a bookshelf and perhaps a closet. Other than that, the room wasn't bad all.
That's when her stomach finally started to rumble, asking to be fed already. She looked back over at the desk to see the plate of food and water that she assumed was for her. None of it was probably poisoned, because if she would be no use dead. Being one of "The Chosen One's" best friends, she was too valuable to be dead; which wasn't a conceited thought because it was true, it's how the Ministry viewed her and Ron.
Hermione stood up from the bed and made sure that the sheet around her was tied tightly so it wouldn't fall so easily, and walked over to the desk and sat down in the chair. After taking a couple swallows from the glass of water, she ate the sandwich greedily. No one was around to watch her eat anyway, why should she keep her manners when she was practically starving and hadn't had any real food in months. Finishing the sandwich, she grabbed the apple and prepared to take a bite out of it until the door opened and her capture walked in.
"Enjoying the meal love?" Scabior asked with a smirk, stepping through the doorway and closing the door behind him. Hermione quickly jumped out of the chair and backed away a couple of steps, one hand holding onto the sheet wrapped around her and the other holding onto the apple. He took couple of steps her way and she shouted, "You stay the hell away from me!" having no other weapon, Hermione threw the apple at him. Which he casually dodged and it hit the door with a hard "thud" behind him.
"This is the treatment I get after giving you something to eat?" Scabior mocked, holding a hand to his heart pretending to be hurt, taking another few steps towards her.
"Give me back my wand, and I'll give you the treatment you deserve." Hermione demanded, taking the same amount of steps he made, backwards.
"Sorry love, I don't think you'll be getting that thing back anytime soon." Scabior replied as he continued to walk towards her until he had her backed against the wall and he was standing there not even two inches away from her.
He breathed in her scent and pressed his nose into the crook of her neck, wrapping his arms around her waist. "But I can think of a treatment that I wouldn't mind having." He began nibbling at her neck while one hand was gripping her ass and the other slid up to stroke her breast. Hermione fought back the urge to give in to his touch, even if it felt amazingly great. "You were gone all day today?" She asked, trying to distract him from groping her. The question was in her mind anyway. She knew she must've slept in most of the day, but judging from the skyline, it was late afternoon. Scabior chuckled, still massaging his hands on her body, "My job love," he was now leaving a light trail of kisses up her jaw line "but I didn't know you missed me so much."
"I didn't." Hermione snapped, still attempting to block out the wonderful feelings her body was feeling from his touch.
My job love. His words echoed in her head. Had he caught anyone today? Would it have been Harry or Ron? Was that the reason why he came in here, finally ready to turn the three of them in together?
As if he had read her thoughts, "Only found a couple of kids, one of them were muggleborn and the other a half. Took 'em to the Ministry." He said nonchalantly. "You're a monster." Hermione growled at him. The next thing she knew he had her pinned down to the bed face down and she could feel him press against her as he spoke into her ear "I didn't take you to the Ministry, did I?" She squirmed underneath him "Only because you'd rather turn my friends and me in together and get more out of it."
"That's what my men may be thinking," Scabior said, "but I think I can have much more use of you than that."
"Like raping me?" Hermione choked out a tear. "There are far worse things that I can do to you, my lovely." He wiped away her tear. Before she knew it, he rolled off of her and sat beside her, pulling her onto his lap. One hand held onto her wrists and the other wrapped around her body, grabbing her breast and squeezing it; holding her to keep her from trying to move away from him. Hermione wasn't sure about how she was feeling. His rough hands felt so good on her body, the way he held her so tenderly, and he was hardly rough whenever he touched her. Despite him being the enemy of herself and everyone she knew, Hermione felt safe in the man's arms for an odd reason. He's a snatcher. He's hurt, kill, and turn in anyone into the Ministry for money if he wanted to. Scabior would do it to Harry and Ron in a heartbeat. But something deep down was telling Hermione that he wouldn't do it to her.
Not thinking, she looked up into his eyes and felt as if her chest was going to burst. He had the most beautiful grayish blue eyes she'd ever seen. They seemed to be able to pierce right through her own eyes and into her soul, seeing her thoughts and feelings all at once. That's when Scabior bent down and passionately kissed her. After waiting a few seconds to see that she wasn't struggling against the kiss, he used his tongue to poke between her lips and demanded access into her mouth, which she opened and let his tongue inside to dance with hers. Scabior let go of her wrists but still kept a tight grip around her with the other arm; his now free hand grabbed onto her thigh caressed it. Ignoring the screaming in her head, Hermione wrapped her arms around Scabior's neck, deepening the kiss.
Scabior moved to pull the sheet down off of her, but before he could even pull it down, the bedroom door was pounded on. "Oi! Scabior!" Someone hollered from the other side. Scabior growled as he had to break the kiss "Piss off! I'm busy!" He snapped back at whoever was on the other side of the door. "We got one of our employers here!" This made him move. He lifted Hermione off his lap and placed back onto the bed, giving her a quick kiss on her forehead before walking to the door.
"What about my clothes?" Hermione asked, she wasn't going to let him leave this room without something else to wear besides a bed sheet. "Really need those?" He asked humorously which was only answered with a glare. Scabior pulled out his wand and flicked it twice, and her clothes that she wore yesterday were on the bed. "I'll be seeing you soon love." With that, he walked out the door. She could still here him walking down the hall with the other snatcher, he was saying something about not telling whoever their employer was, about their guest. Hermione was pretty sure he meant her.
Seeing her clothes, she bounced off the bed and changed into her clothes in a heartbeat. Looking at her only two ways of escape, the door and the window. She needed to get back to her friends before they got into any kind of danger. Hermione grabbed the door knob but let go of it immediately as she cried out in agony. It burned her. Apparently Scabior used some kind of charm so she couldn't just go walking out of here. She had to admire his smarts.
Hermione didn't even want to bother grabbing the window sill. So she grabbed the chair and threw it as hard as she could at the window, only for it to bounce off as if it had hit a rubber wall. "Dammit!" She cursed. There wasn't any way out of this room without a wand and she knew it.
Having no other choice, Hermione sat on the bed with her arms crossed, glaring at the door.
Scabior stood in front of his employer, which happened to be Yaxely. He would hardly ever make his way all the way out here to see him. Yaxely was the man they would answer to every time they made a trip to the Ministry with "fugitives", and he was the man that gave them information on people they would be hunting for. The only thing was, was that he would only talk to Scabior and Greyback, Scabior's second in command. Yaxely thought that the other four snatchers weren't worth his time and breath over. "What brings you out here Yaxely?" Greyback finally asked.
"We got news about Potter and his lot." He answered, his face stayed a mask.
"Do you? And what would it be?" Scabior asked, honestly interested despite his hint of sarcasm. Nobody outside of his men should know that the girl was here with them. Mostly because he told everyone under his command that so much as a whisper was said about her, he wouldn't feel an ounce of guilt for using the cruciatus curse on either of them. The threat seemed to work. And hopefully Yaxely didn't come out here because he thought they might be hiding something, he wouldn't want his little rabbit to be discovered. This was why he put charms all up around the bedroom back inside the cottage. She wouldn't be able to walk out the door or climb out the window without suffering dramatic burns, and screaming for help wouldn't get her anywhere. Not only were they in the middle of a forest with nobody around for miles, but he casted the muffliato charm on the room so no one outside of it could hear anything that'd go on inside.
"One of the three has gone missing." Their employer spoke, breaking Scabior from his thoughts. "The thing is though, we don't have her. So it seems that she must've taken off on her own to go into hiding."
Scabior gave a quick look to Greyback, reminding him to keep his mouth shut. "What's a better hiding place than with Potter?"
"Don't know. Most of us probably figure they argued and the Mudblood left them."
"Sounds reasonable."
"It is." Yaxely said, his face still un-changing. "Which is why I want you to be looking out for her, she should be alone and a lot easier to catch as long as she isn't with the blood traitor or Potter."
He smirked, he knew all too well how it went when he had caught her. He remembered following her a little, having the disillusionment charm around himself and the other snatchers, she was apparently upset, no doubt from arguing with the other two. When they'd finally revealed themselves to her, she'd taken off running. But they'd caught her not too long after. Scabior had to admit that she put up a good fight, just not good enough, and being one against six wasn't much anyway.
"We'll be sure to be sniffing out for that particular mudblood then." Scabior said, giving Yaxely a small nod. Yaxely tossed a good sized bag for Greyback to catch, which he did, and Scabior could hear the change rattling. They'd been paid just for having this talk. That made their day.
Not another moment had passed between them before Yaxely disapparated from their view.
"You hear that Greyback? Potter's mudblood is missing." Scabior laughed.
"She'd better be worth all the money we're me missing out on." Greyback growled. Scabior's once amused face disappeared to be replaced with anger, "Are you questioning me Greyback?" he snarled. "Because if I detect the slightest hint that you doubt me or any sign of betrayal, I'll have a werewolf pelt to go nicely in my room."
The threat seemed to have worked, because Greyback didn't have anything back to say and walked away from his leader.
Scabior leaned against a tree and fiddled with the pink scarf around his neck. He knew it was the girl's, it had her scent on it. He remembered how a couple weeks ago he had been searching through the woods and found it tied around a tree, and he never did figure out why she had left it there, but it must've been a sign of something or for someone. He untied it from the tree and wrapped it around himself, swearing not to take it off until he caught whoever was responsible for the wonderful smell.
Of course, there was about another couple of weeks before that, that he had caught a couple of fugitives and was walking back to their camp with Greyback and Samuel, one of the men under his command, and had smelled the same exact stench. It had confused the hell out of him, he could of swore that someone was standing right there in front of him, but couldn't see the person. Which of course he guessed was a girl judging by the smell. How badly he wanted to reach out and just feel for someone. Until Samuel dropped one of their catches and caused him to forget about it for the time being. Scabior never did forget about it, and when he found the scarf added on until he found the girl finally walking in the woods all alone.
He had found his girl the moment she walked by him unknowingly, because of the disillusionment charm, and caught her scent. He had felt so excited in that same exact moment that he just had to reveal himself to her, see the look on her face when she saw that he caught her. After a couple of months of searching, he had found his witch. Chasing her made it even more fun. Then taking her in his bed, whether she wanted him to or not was incredible. Because for a long time he had fantasize about finding the girl that smelt so beautiful, and having her skin against his.
And now he had her, and she belonged to him. Nobody was going to get her. Not the Ministry, not Potter, not the Dark Lord, not anyone.
Especially after what the moment he shared with her just a little while ago. She had kissed him back, and wrapped her arms around him. And he could've gone farther than that probably if Yaxely hadn't shown up when he did. Now Scabior didn't have a clue how easy it could be to get her to warm up to him again. This pissed him off greatly. He would take her again against her will again if it came to it. But Scabior preferred that she'd give it to him willingly, it would be much more pleasant and more pleasurable. His little rabbit will grow on him, and he knew it. He'd seen a sign of it already.
Scabior continued to fiddle with the scarf and hummed a tune while he smirked the most arrogant smirk, thinking about all the fun he and his little rabbit were going to have.
