A couple of weeks passed since the last time Hermione had seen Scabior. In fact, she hadn't seen any sign of human life. She would've thought that maybe they had all left her here alone to die, but every time she awoke from a nap, there was always food and refreshments waiting for her on the desk. Hermione remembered waking up one morning a week or so ago and saw a large stack of books sitting on the floor by the window. She hadn't been completely bored, most of the books were interesting. Some were very educational, with Hermione being a "know-it-all" loved it, and some were fictional. When she wasn't reading, she was either sleeping, soaking in the large bathtub, or staring out the window to just think.

A thought that seemed to pop up a lot was why hadn't Scabior shown back up yet? Did he lose his interest in her? Did something happen to him?

Quit thinking like that Hermione! What's wrong with you? She screamed mentally at herself. Why should she even care if she saw him again or not? It'd be a blessing if he'd fallen off the face of the earth. But a tiny part of her always kept thinking about his beautiful bright blue eyes, the way he always had some kind of smirk planted on his face, the way he would touch her gently…

Hermione forced her head into her pillow and screamed. She must've been going crazy. Daydreaming about your captor isn't exactly what a sane person would do. It wouldn't be much of a surprise though. She'd been locked in this room for a good two weeks or so, with no human interaction or anything. Sometimes she felt like just screaming and trashing the room, she couldn't stand this room anymore. She couldn't stand being alone anymore.

It didn't matter if she were with her friends, or in this room. Hermione had always felt as if she were alone. Her only real friends were Harry and Ron, Ginny was a friend too, but they weren't really close enough to share some kind of bond. As much as she loved Harry and Ron, they knew how to be happy without her. She remember how back in school if they had gotten into a fight, Harry wouldn't really be himself even with Hermione there next to him; it would be the same way with Ron. But when it came down to her being mad with them, they could still carry on until she'd gotten over her anger issues. Hermione remembered seeing them both making jokes and laughing in the courtyard one day, just the day after she had stormed off and didn't really want to talk to them too much. The only time it really came down to when they needed her, was when it came to Hermione's smarts.

A couple of tears had moved their way down her face. What had hurt the most was that she had been held captive by the snatchers, and even been raped by one of them. And she had only been gone for a couple of days, and Harry and Ron were ready to move on. Hermione had seen that when she managed to escape, all of their things were packed. If Hermione had been there a few minutes later than she was, her two friends would have been long gone.

They weren't going to wait for you…a voice said in her mind. They probably didn't even look for you for long.

More questions had popped into her head; if she wasn't as smart as she was, would she even have any friends? Would anyone really love and care for her for who she was, not what she does? "I don't want to be alone anymore." Hermione cried, burying her face into the palms of her hands. She had been so caught up in her thoughts and tears, she didn't even realize someone walk into her room. When she felt the spot on the bed next to her sink, and an arm wrap around her waist, she noticed someone was there. Hermione really didn't care who it was at this point.

The stranger pulled her hands away from her face, and she looked up to see Scabior. There was no smirk, or any kind of smugness in his eyes, there was only sadness. Hermione couldn't help but cry more, she didn't know if she was afraid that he was ready to do something to her, or happy that she saw him there with her.

"Don't cry anymore, my lovely." Scabior whispered, taking his hand up to her face, and wiping away her tears. He continued to stare into her eyes, that were red from exhaustion and the tears she had been crying. He used his other arm that was wrapped around her waist, to pull her right up against him, half expecting her to pull away but she didn't. Not breaking his eye contact with Hermione, he slowly bent his head down and pressed his lips against hers.

Hermione sat still for a moment, her brain was telling her to pull away from him, but something else was telling her to move forward. Not wanting to think anymore, she closed her eyes and kissed him back with a little more enthusiasm than expected. It was time to stop listening to her mind, and listen to her heart.

Scabior had to admit that even he was a little bit surprised that she began kissing him back, he hadn't expected her to give in yet. He knew that she must've been craving for some kind of attention, he didn't come into the room while she was awake for the past two weeks on purpose. Scabior believed that if he laid absent from her for a while, then let her feelings go to work for him, that she might be a lot more easier to handle when it came time to appear again. It drove him mad not being able to see her as often as he had wanted to. If he wasn't out doing his job with the rest of his crew, he would be laying in the spare bedroom just on the other side of her room, listening to her; disabling the silencing charm every time. Scabior always put the charm back up though whenever he left.

Whenever Hermione would fall asleep, he would be sure to come in and leave her something to eat and drink. And after finding out more about her, he learned that she was indeed a bookworm. So when he ransacked a couple of abandoned homes, he brought back books for her to read, hoping she'd like them. Sometimes he would sit beside her in the bed and watched her as she would sleep, moving her hair back whenever it'd fallen into her face. Before he would leave her, he would always leave a light kiss on her forehead.

Pushing any thought left in his head away, Scabior moved his hand from her face to the back of her head and kissed her passionately. His tongue moved between her lips, and she opened her mouth to allow his tongue to dance with hers. His hand moved away from her waist and made it's way slowly up her shirt, caressing her breasts through the bra. Scabior could feel himself grow hard with each passing second.

Hermione finally moved her arms to his shoulders, pushing his coat down and off his arms. After that, she removed her scarf from around his neck and did the same with everything else besides his pants. They only broke from their kiss just to remove his clothes. Looking down at his well defined abs, she blushed. Hermione was inexperienced, especially when it came down to this. Seeing her blush, Scabior smirked and broke from the kiss and moved his lips to her ear "Don't worry love, I'll make sure you enjoy every bit of this." he whispered.

She shuddered against him as he removed her sweater, staring at her breasts that were still covered by her black lace bra. It wasn't too long before he discarded it as well, taking his mouth and sucked on the nipple while his hand massaged the other one causing Hermione let out a small moan. Scabior took his mouth off of her breast and pushed her back onto the bed and climbed on top of her, trailing kisses from her collarbone up to her mouth. He unbuttoned her jeans, and slid them down her long legs, doing the same with her panties until she was completely naked underneath him. He leaned up to enjoy the view of his little rabbit looking up at him with lust filled eyes; her naked body made him painfully realize his growing erection in his pants.

Hermione watched Scabior remove the rest of his clothing, and her blush grew darker as she gazed upon his own naked body. He was very well built. And his member was…well, she just knew that it was bigger than what some of the girls at school would talk about. She had to look away because she was pretty sure her face was very dark with redness by now. Hermione had to admit, she was very nervous. Despite the fact that he had already taken her virginity, this was basically her first time willingly.

Having an idea pop into his mind, Scabior moved his head down to where her womanhood was, his tongue flicked her clit once, causing Hermione to shudder in delight. Her reaction caused him to grin, putting his mouth onto her and sucked and licked every inch of her womanhood. She couldn't stop moaning, it was all too much, and it felt too good.

"S-Scabior…I can't handle it…" Hermione moaned out, shuddering in pleasure again, attempting to move away, only for him to hold down her legs to prevent her from moving "Yes you can love." he replied as he continued his technique.

She gripped at his hair and it took all of her willpower to not yank out his hair. She could feel herself about to reach the edge, and just as she was about to go over, he stopped.

Hermione moaned in disappointment, "Not fair."

Her reaction made Scabior laugh, he enjoyed teasing his little rabbit. But he wasn't going to let her get off that easy.

Scabior crawled back up on her body and kissed her passionately, positioning himself at her entrance and pushed his member all the way in, causing both of them to moan in ecstasy. Hermione wrapped her arms and legs around him as he thrusted in and out of her quick and hard. Not being able to help herself, all she could do was moan his name over and over; she was driving him insane. Her voice sounded so beautiful as she moaned his name, she was so tight, and the way her naked body felt wrapped around his.

He sucked and kissed at her neck as he continued to thrust in and out of her. Hermione could feel that she was about ready to reach her climax, and he was as well. Scabior thrusted into her as hard as he could. Not being able to take anymore, she moaned his name as loud as she could the very second her climax erupted, making her arms and legs wrap around him even tight, her nails digging into his skin. Not too long after Hermione reached her peak, Scabior thrusted into her one last time as he came inside of her, letting out a moan himself as he did.

Scabior kissed her on the lips, then pulling himself out of her and rolling over beside her. He wrapped his arms around Hermione's waist and pulled her body right up against his and he kissed the back of her head.

"That should've been our first time love." he whispered.

They laid there together, their heartbeats and breaths matching each other. Hermione had a small smile displayed on her lips as she was falling asleep. For the first time in many years, Hermione didn't feel alone anymore.

AN: I'm sorry for the delay guys! I know I said it would be up either Tuesday night or Wednesday, but I'm a day late (forgive me!) because I was very busy yesterday. I'm hoping you're happy with this chapter. I don't know about you, but I thought it was about time that they GOT IT ON. I've already started up Chapter 5, so expect it to be up no later than Christmas! I'm loving the reviews I'm getting, they always cheer me up and inspire me to keep going, even my followers on Tumblr are doing an awesome job, so don't stop the good inspiration! ;)

Happy Holidays everyone! 3

P.S. I've also been working on another ScabiorxHermione story. I don't know when it's going to be up, but it's currently a work-in-progress. I will not reveal anything about it though!