A week had passed since Maycen had first been taken; or at least it felt like a week. She wasn't sure what day it was, or what time for that matter. She remained tied to the tree during the day when the snatchers left and at night when they retired for the evening, but whenever they were there, she was allowed to sit with them.

She had been doing a lot of mindless flirting with Scabior, and it didn't seem to be affecting him. She was actually talking to him, without being a smart ass, and she would even compliment him here and there. What more did she have to do?

This evening was no different. The snatchers had just returned from doing who knows what all day, and they were sitting around the fire eating. Maycen was sitting next to Scabior and she kept glancing over at him. If he ever caught her looking, she would offer him a smile.

"Maycen, a word?"

She turned to see Scabior standing above her, holding out his hand. She took it kindly and followed him into his tent. They sat down at the table and he offered her a drink. She kindly refused. They sat in silence for a while, and she wondered what he had wanted. He was just sitting there, drinking.

"I'm sorry. Did you need something?" she asked.

He looked at her as if he almost forgot she was in there.

"No," he said simply, "I just figured you didn't want to be around the others."

Maycen thought about her answer, and she gave him another smile. "Well you are the only one I can tolerate to be around."

Scabior raised his eyebrow at her. "Tolerate?"

"I just meant that I don't mind hanging out with you."

She felt like throwing up, realizing how pathetic she sounded. It would have to take a moron to believe this bull shit she had been saying. But then again, no one ever said snatchers were smart.

Scabior smiled at her and she felt herself blush. She didn't mean for it to happen, but Scabior had seen it and his smile grew bigger. Maycen looked down at the table in embarrassment. Damn physical attraction.

"I see I can still make you blush." He said with a chuckle.

"Yeah." She said casually.

Maycen rubbed the back of her neck, it being sore from her sleeping against a tree for seven plus days. Things had gone quiet again and she didn't think she was getting anywhere tonight as far as convincing Scabior to trust her. She stood up to leave the tent.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

Maycen looked back, confused. "Outside. I'm pretty tired."

Scabior stood up and walked over to her, placing a hand on her shoulder. She shuddered involuntarily and she thought he might hurt her again; for what she didn't know.

"Why don't you stay in 'ere tonight, it's supposed to get pretty cold."

Maycen smiled at him and nodded her head. She couldn't believe he was really falling for it. She looked to where her bed was laying on the ground, but she found that she wasn't moving towards it.

Scabior's hand was still on her shoulder and she looked back up at him. He was staring at her, but there was a different look in his eyes. She didn't know how to explain it; it wasn't lustful, but there was still a hint of desire. Her heart was pounding against her chest as his fingers trailed up her neck, coming to rest on the back of her head.

Before she could say anything, his lips softly met hers. She was in complete shock as he held her; her eyes wide as he moved his lips against hers. She wanted to break away from him and slap him across the face, but she fought the urge. His other hand had snaked around to her lower back and he pulled her closer. Her hands were shaking and when he tried to deepen the kiss she suddenly pulled away.

She practically ran over to the bed and sat down, her face hot with embarrassment. She casually glanced back towards Scabior, but he had already made his way over to his hammock.

"Good night Maycen." He said with a smile.

"N-night." She managed to get out.

She forced herself to lie down and she turned her back to Scabior. She had a feeling he was watching her. She thought about everything that had just happened, and although that wasn't her plan, she thought it turned out quite nicely.

He had kissed her, which meant that all of her flirting had paid off. That wasn't enough for her though, she wanted to make him pay before she left. She smiled to herself, thinking of the possibilities, before she let herself succumb to sleep.

It felt so good to wake up on a soft bed rather than against a tree. Maycen stretched out and rolled over on her stomach. Wait, what was she thinking? She didn't want to be here in this bed either. She opened her eyes and saw that she was alone in the tent. She sat up and re did her hair, which was now an even bigger mess of tangles and knots.

She walked out of the tent and found all of them sitting in their usual circle, eating breakfast. Scabior saw her and motioned for her to come over. She made her way over and sat down next to him, excepting a plate of food. They all ate quietly and when she was finished, Cad came around and took all of the plates.

"Okay love, back to the tree." Scabior broke the silence.

Maycen looked at him and raised her eyebrow. "What?"

"The boys and I 'ave business to take care of today."

She stood up and followed Scabior to the tree.

"You mean you still don't trust me to stay here and not be tied up?" she asked innocently.

"Unfortunately no. Given the opportunity I think you'd take off without a second thought."

Maycen put a hand up to her chest, like she was hurt.

"How can you say that? And after everything that," she almost choked on her words, "happened last night between us."

Scabior backed her up against the tree and placed an arm on either side of her head. She swallowed and looked up at him.

"And what 'appened last night love?"

"You don't remember?" she asked biting her lip.

Scabior smiled at her and bent down to kiss her again. Maycen put her hands on his chest, holding him back.

"Wait. The others are watching." She said.

"So."

Scabior leaned in again, but Maycen pushed him back once more.

"So, why don't we wait until tonight, after the others have gone to bed? We can have a few drinks, just talk and stuff."

He narrowed his eyes at her, but he nodded his head and backed away. She suddenly felt the familiar ropes tie her hands behind her back. She found herself tied against the tree again.

Scabior had joined the others and they soon disapparated. Maycen wanted to gag a few times at the way Scabior had looked at her. She knew what he had in mind for tonight, and she would have to play along until she saw a weak point; when he let his guard down.

She just wasn't sure how far she was willing to go to find that weakness.

{/}

Harry, Ron, and Hermione had found themselves apparating to another location again. They had been moving frequently, trying to keep anyone off of their trail.

They were still trying to find any whereabouts of where Voldemort would have hidden his Horcruxes, but the trail had gone cold. Tensions were heating up between the three of them after weeks of camping and hardly any food to eat. Ron was the biggest complainer of all.

"Come on 'mione, I bet Maycen could have gotten us a better meal."

Hermione sighed once again, ignoring Ron's rude comments.

"Yes Ronald, but Maycen isn't here is she." She countered.

Ron shrugged his shoulders and rested back down on his bed. He started flicking the lights on and off with his Deluminator.

"I still don't understand why she would just leave." He finally said.

"She didn't leave." Harry had spoken up this time.

Hermione and Ron looked at him, confused.

"I don't think she would have just left. Maycen had been dying for something to do, and now that she had that chance, I don't think she would have given it up."

Ron shrugged his shoulders and went back to playing with his toy. Hermione still looked confused.

"But then, where did she go?"

"I think she was taken; captured."

"So, she was taken to the Ministry?"

Harry shook his head. "I don't think so. A lot of people knew she was friends with us. If she has been captured I bet they are trying to get information out of her."

"Harry?"

Harry looked up to see a shocked look on Hermione's face. He walked over to her and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"What?"

"D-does Maycen wear a necklace with her name on it?"

Harry tilted his head to the side and narrowed his eyes. "She had one. I think she lost it at the wedding."

Hermione started to breathe loudly and she started pacing around the tent. Ron got up and he and Harry tried to calm her down.

"Those snatchers we saw the other night. The one that could smell my perfume; he was wearing her necklace."

Harry and Ron exchanged looks and then glanced back at Hermione.

"So you think those snatchers have her?" Ron asked.

Hermione only nodded her head. They were silent for a while all thinking different things. Ron finally spoke up.

"You don't think she would tell them anything do you?"

Hermione looked hurt. "Why would she Ron?"

"If it came down to her life or ours, you don't think she would choose to live?"

Hermione was silent, but Harry slammed his fist on the table.

"No I don't. Maycen knew the risks she was taking when she joined the Order and when she wanted to come along."

Ron looked at Harry, annoyed.

"Okay, well then what if they bribe her. Tell her that they would let her join them. We all know Maycen would have made a damn good Slytherin. What if she changes her mind?"

This time Harry was silent. They all knew what Maycen was capable of, and it scared them to think that she could change sides if given the chance.

"We're forgetting about one person. The one person Maycen would never betray."

Hermione didn't need to say his name; the boys already knew who she was talking about. They still looked skeptical, though, and with that they all retired for bed. Harry went outside for the first night watch, but he couldn't stop thinking about what Hermione had said.

"I sure hope you're right Hermione." He muttered to himself.