Maycen woke with a start and she wasn't really sure when she had fallen asleep. She drowsily looked around and noticed she was still on the ground next to the table. Through blurry vision she could make out a pair of boots relaxing on the table above her and when she looked to the side she saw Scabior resting comfortably in the chair.

Maycen let out a small moan as her sore body begged her to stay still; but it's not like she could really move in the first place. She heard movement from above her and she focused her eyes on Scabior, who was staring down at her. He had some weird stick in his mouth and it looked like there was smoke coming out of it. Maycen looked at him confused.

"I think they call it a cigarette. Best Muggle invention if you ask me."

Maycen stared at him with blank eyes as he blew smoke out of his mouth. What were you supposed to do with it? Eat it? Scabior chuckled at her vacant expression and Maycen quickly turned her gaze to one of the table legs.

"So 'ave you learned your lesson Maycen?"

She looked back at Scabior and raised her eyebrow. What did he expect her to say? Why, yes Scabior, I have learned not to talk to anyone other than you. Maycen snorted a little and it must have made Scabior mad, because he took one of his boots and pressed it down on her stomach.

"Well?" he asked impatiently.

"Yes." She whispered.

Scabior smiled at her. "And what 'ave you learned?"

Maycen sighed, trying to think of a good enough answer to give him. "That I belong to you and no one else."

Maycen watched Scabior with weary eyes as he took in her answer. He suddenly got up from the table and knelt down next to her, making her flinch away. He didn't hurt her; however, he just ran his fingers across a bruise on her cheek.

"That's a clever answer Maycen. I like it."

She stared at him, afraid he was going to hurt her. But he didn't, he just continued to caress her cheek.

"In fact, I like it so much that I think you should be rewarded."

Maycen held her breath as Scabior moved his hand down towards her foot. His fingers barely touched her toes and she could feel her leg muscles start to tense up. He whispered some spell and then waved his hand over her foot. In one quick snap all of her toes fixed themselves and Maycen let out a small cry.

Scabior smirked down at her, probably due to the fact that she cried, and then he stood back up and sat back down at the table. Maycen sat herself up and looked down at her foot, wiggling her toes a few times; they felt as good as new. Scabior cleared his throat and when Maycen looked up at him, he was gesturing for her to sit in the chair next to him. She got up and plopped herself down in the chair, her eyes never leaving Scabior's. He had that cigarette in his mouth again and he inhaled deeply.

"You wanna drag?" he asked pulling it out of his mouth and handing it to her.

Maycen stared at it for a second before shaking her head no. Scabior shrugged his shoulders and put it back in his mouth. They sat in silence for a while and her thoughts wandered to Cad. She wondered what he was doing right now and if he was thinking about her.

Her eyes had drifted down to her bare arms and she ran her fingers over a small scar. She didn't like to think about that night, but images kept flashing through her head. Her eyes flickered to Scabior and he was watching her intently.

"Why do you hate me?" Maycen blurted out.

Scabior chuckled. "Who said I hated you love?"

"No one had to say it; you just hate me for some reason."

"Yes I hate you so much that I wanted to fix your toes." Scabior chuckled again.

Maycen let out a huff. "Well you broke them in the first place."

"You needed to be punished." Scabior said shrugging his shoulders.

"Well what about all the other stuff you've done to me? You burnt my hands, you broke my jaw and my ribs; you stabbed me."

"All of that was just punishment."

Maycen exhaled. "And raping me? Was that punishment too?"

Scabior narrowed his eyes at her, as if trying to figure out why she suddenly cared about all of this.

"Maycen why were you standing guard at the wedding that night?" he quickly changed the subject.

Maycen raised her eyebrow. "Because we needed people keeping watch."

"Yeah, but 'ow come you were out there? Surely there were other people who could 'ave done it."

"I wasn't invited." Maycen spat.

Scabior raised his eyebrow. "And why was that love?"

Maycen exhaled through her nose. "Because Fleur is a stuck up bitch."

When Scabior still looked at her confused Maycen continued on. "In my fifth year we had the Triwizard Tournament. Well Fleur was chosen as the champion from her school and she thought she was better than everyone else because of it."

Scabior nodded his head, signaling for her to go on.

"So a couple of my friends and I had this dueling club and she wanted to duel us to prove that she was better. Well she beat all of my friends and wanted to duel me."

"You kicked 'er ass didn't you." Scabior interjected.

"She didn't last two seconds," Maycen said with a proud smile, "so she hates me and didn't invite me to the wedding; but I was still expected to stand guard outside."

Scabior nodded his head a few more times and then took another drag. "You didn't do a very good job of standing guard did ya?"

"How long had you been there, waiting?"

Scabior shrugged his shoulders. "Most of the night. I was just supposed to be keeping a look out for any suspicious people, but it was kinda boring. I was just getting ready to leave when a rather attractive looking girl came running straight at me."

Scabior was grinning at Maycen and she felt her face grow hot. He leaned forward in his chair and tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear.

"That move with your heels was a brilliant one. I didn't see it coming."

Maycen swallowed. "Yeah well that's me; I have natural born instincts to run."

Scabior chuckled. "I told you that you would make an excellent Snatcher love."

"I'll pass."

"Maycen do you 'onestly expect a twelve year old to defeat the Dark Lord?"

Maycen rolled her eyes. "He's only a year younger than me."

Scabior snorted. "As if that matters."

"It does; Harry is a great wizard and I know he can win."

"'ow?"

Maycen quickly closed her mouth. In all honesty, she didn't know how Harry had planned on killing Voldemort. The others hadn't told her anything about what they were doing, so she really didn't know if they were just winging this, or if they actually had a plan.

"I can see it in your eyes Maycen. You really don't believe 'e can beat 'im."

Maycen opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. She was staring at Scabior and he had that stupid grin on his face again. She shouldn't even be questioning whether or not Harry could beat him, but she didn't see how he could. They were vastly outnumbered and well, Voldemort really was more skilled than Harry.

Maycen shook her head. No, Harry could beat Voldemort, she just knew it. Scabior started laughing, seeing her fight with herself. Maycen shot him a hateful glare.

"Even if that was half true, why would I want to join a bunch of stupid Snatchers who hate me!"

Scabior sighed. "I don't hate you Maycen."

"You're lying." Maycen snorted.

"Why do you find it so 'ard to believe that I actually like you?"

Maycen slammed her hand on the table. "Because if you liked me you wouldn't have broken my toes last night! You wouldn't have killed Aimee when I begged you to stop! You wouldn't have raped-"

Maycen stopped when Scabior's lips suddenly crashed against hers. Being completely in shock, Maycen didn't fight him off; she just sat there. When Scabior finally pulled away from her, Maycen quickly stood up and backed away from him.

"'ow can you keep resisting me?" he asked with a smirk.

"I-I have a boyfriend, remember."

Scabior narrowed his eyes and stood up. "That didn't stop you from snogging Cad last night?"

Maycen could feel herself backing away from him. "You forced me to."

"Did I force you to the night before, in 'is tent?" Scabior asked taking two steps forward.

"I, I didn't-"

Maycen was stumbling on her words as Scabior moved closer to her. She kept moving backwards until her back was pressed up against the tent. Scabior finally closed the distance between them and he placed his hands on either side of her head.

"You see Maycen, when I saw you that night at the wedding, and how amazing you looked, it took all of my strength not to rip that dress off of you and take you right there."

A whimper caught in Maycen's throat and her lower lip started to tremble. Scabior leaned his head down closer to her and their noses were barely touching.

"I don't 'ate you, in fact I find myself attracted to you. That's why I'm so cruel towards you, so the others won't suspect anything."

Maycen's heart was pounding in her chest, and not for a good reason. She tried stepping to the side but Scabior reached out and gently placed his hand on her throat, holding her in place.

"Don't move." He whispered.

Maycen stood stock still as Scabior pressed his lips against hers. She was at a loss about what to do. She knew if she tried to fight back he would definitely hurt her again, but she didn't want to be kissing him. His free hand moved to her lower back and he pulled her closer against him.

Maycen remained frozen to her spot as Scabior explored her mouth. She let her thoughts wander to other things, trying to ignore her body's response to him. Despite how sensually he touched her, and no matter how deep he made the kiss, Maycen felt...

…Nothing.

It wasn't like when Cad had kissed her and the world just dissolved around her. No, this kiss felt almost wrong, and it made Maycen smile. She didn't want to be intimate towards Scabior and she definitely didn't have any feelings towards him.

When Scabior finally pulled away they both were breathing heavily; for Maycen it was more out of fear than desire. He dropped his hand from her back, but still kept his hand at her throat.

"Give me a chance Maycen. I'm not such a bad guy."

Maycen lips parted slightly as she furrowed her brow. This guy was completely bipolar. One minute he was breaking her damn toes, and the next he was making out with her and professing his feelings for her. Although she would never admit this to him, Maycen almost preferred the nicer Scabior than his jerk self.

Scabior smiled at her and then released her neck. He turned around and started rummaging through something on the ground, but Maycen kept her eyes glued in front of her. She couldn't figure him out, and as much as she tried to make sense of everything, it just ended up giving her a headache. She was brought out of her thoughts when Scabior took her chin in his hand and tilted her head upwards to look at him.

"You know Maycen, there's nothing I couldn't give you."

He ran his thumb lightly over her bottom lip.

"There's nothing I would deny you."

She could feel him moving closer towards her, his head leaning down to meet hers.

"If you would not deny me."

Maycen was breathing heavily again and she could feel her heart rate speeding up as he closed the distance between them. Their lips were inches from touching and Maycen quickly put her hands up to his chest, holding him back. Scabior smirked and Maycen noticed that his other hand was behind his back. He revealed his hand and she saw that he was holding a shirt.

He handed it to her and she offered him a small smile. He gave her a small nod and then he headed for the opening of the tent. Maycen twisted the shirt in her hands and she watched him warily.

Maycen bit her lip. "Thank you."

A/N: Well I hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving! I know Scabior is kind of nice in this chapter, but don't worry, it's all a part of the plan (channeling my inner Joker). Not to alarm you guys, but with these last 3 weeks of the semester I really want to focus on my classes and making sure I don't fail :/. Don't laugh b/c it's almost happened before. I will still try to update as often as I can, but it might not be everyday. Don't worry it won't be months-maybe just a day or two until the next chapter. As always your reviews are always appreciated!