Hermione was dreaming.
She looked at the surroundings in her dream world and found herself in a beautiful meadow with trees surrounding the area.
It was early in the morning, she could tell because she could see the sun was just beginning to rise and feel the morning dew that was stuck onto the grass on under her feet.
The air was cool and crisp causing her to shiver. She could feel something warm envelope upper body from behind. The source of this warm feeling began to caress her and she realized that it was the hands of someone touching her.
She could feel them massaging her back and with all the stress she had been going through lately, she let herself get lost in the feeling the hands were giving her.
The person moved one hand to pull down her bottoms slowly and gently spread her legs open and put themselves in between them. They plunged themselves into her vaginal opening and began to thrust.
Hermione's eyes shot opened and she gasped audibly in surprise and slight pain from being impaled.
"Ello, beautiful," she heard him say. She didn't need to turn around to know who it was thrusting into her. She could smell him, the scent of woods, sweat, and a touch of cologne.
It was the same snatcher, Scabior, who had raped her almost three months before.
She moved her hand under the pillow to feel for her wand. When she felt it she decided to wait until the right moment to blast the bastards head off.
Taking calming breathes, she clenched her teeth, "You're supposed to be dead, what are you doing in my house?"
She could feel his breath against her neck as he laughed. "That," he started as he began to thrust rather hard into her and she winced, "is for me to know and well, you are finding out right now."
He laughed as he sped up his rhythm. His breaths becoming shallower by the minute as he was grunting and complimenting her. Hermione knew he was close to coming. He was thrusting only deep and hard thrusts now, causing her to gasp and sigh as he was hitting all the right spots inside of her but she refused to moan.
"Come with me," she heard him say and he gave her no choice but to as he found her, now sensitive, clit and rubbed it fiercely between his fingers. Hermione didn't know what happened next. All she could see was stars and what she felt was something foreign but euphoric at the same time. She heard the snatcher groan and felt him as he came inside of her. He pulled out of her slowly and moved his arms on top her stomach to pull her closer to his body. His body froze as he felt something slightly hard where her stomach should have been.
Hermione took this as her chance and elbowed him as hard as she could. She didn't know where she had hit him but when he let her go, she rushed out of the bed as fast as she could, pointed her wand at him, and sent a spell his way.
The spell miss him by few inches and singed her pillow instead. He moved quickly and was out of the bed not even a second later. He reached for his own wand and sent a spell of his own so fast that Hermione barely deflected it.
Suddenly she was pushed back against the wall harshly and her wand was knocked out of her hand. She felt something hard and cold pressed against her neck. She looked into blue eyes, a storm of raging emotions brewing.
"You are going to stay very still while I check something or I will find a way to make your life a living hell, do you understand me?" Scabior threatened.
"You haven't done that enough already?" She glared at him until he pressed his wand further into her neck forcing her to nod and comply.
"Good," he said lightly before lifting up her shirt.
Scabior couldn't believe what he was seeing in front of him. He held his hand against her small baby bump to be sure. Removing his hand from her abdomen, he backed away from her giving her some space.
"What the fuck is that?" He asked, pointing his wand towards her stomach. As soon as she saw that, she wrapped her arms protectively around her stomach.
He stared at her thoughtfully and she remained against the wall, making no sudden movements.
Her mouth, however, was moving on their own accord. "Leave my house now," she angrily demanded.
When he made no movement to leave, Hermione didn't know what came over her but the next moment she was punching and scratching any part of him she could get her hand onto.
"You took away my pride." She scratched at his face while he narrowly dodged her blow. "My dignity." Punch. "My virginity." Another punch. "My freedom. You stripped me of so many things and placed me in this bloody predicament!" she shouted at him enraged.
He let her land a couple more punches on him before he grabbed both of her wrists and shook her. He pushed her up against the wall once more, holding both of her wrist with one of his hand above her head against the wall. The other hand caressed her rosy tearstained cheek gently before moving it to press firmly against her bulging stomach. He leaned in until his mouth was right next to her ear.
"I'm sorry beautiful," he said before kissing her on her lips. He lifted her shirt to see the small baby bump. Letting go of her wrists, he bent down quickly and kissed her stomach causing Hermione to squirm in discomfort. She didn't like him being so near to her and tried to push him away but he didn't budge.
Scabior rose and moved away from Hermione. He looked at her and took in everything he could about her at the moment. He took in her mussed hair, rosy tearstained face, rosy lips, and whatever else his eyes could roam over.
"Take care yourself and the little one for me, will you?" he said before he left. Hermione watched as he apparated from her apartment.
She waited a minute to make sure he had left her home completely.
Hermione looked at the clock on the wall which showed her it was only seven o'clock in the morning. She let her eyes roam over to her bed, the sheets were tangled, and her pillow was singed to dust, pants and under wear now on the floor.
She would have to change her bedding she realized as it was most likely ruined but first thing first, she needed to take a shower. She could smell his scent all over her and could still feel the wet stickiness of their recent encounter in between her legs.
Hermione could feel her temper rise and her emotions begin to bubble to the surface as she stepped into her shower.
How dare he come into her home, her safe haven and rape her again? How dare her body betray her and succumb to his?
She banged her fist against the tile of her shower in anger.
How could she have been so stupid to not put up any protection wards around her apartment?
Scabior was supposed to be dead. She was quite sure he had died during to Battle of Hogwarts. So, how is it that he is still very much alive and how did he manage to find her?
She scrubbed her body hard in attempt to get rid of his every essence.
Her hands lightly grazed the small swell ofstomach which was evident of the life growing within her, the only essence of his that she couldn't get rid of.
Gasping, realization came over Hermione. Scabior knew she was pregnant with his child and she knew that he would be back in due time.
An even worse question crossed Hermione's mind. Will he be coming back for her and her unborn child?
It was clear to Hermione that he wanted both her and the child, but she refused to give him the satisfaction.
Scabior needed to be put away in Azkaban for all that he did and she would be sure to see to it herself.
She knew exactly what she needed to do. Harry and Ron needed to know about her current predicament. They were the only ones who she trusted that could help her.
It would be a hard pill for them to swallow but it was time that they were told the truth.
Okay, this chapter was pre-written about 3 months ago. I completely forgot about it and decided that this would be a worthy chapter. I am currently writing the next chapter, it just needs a lot of revising and work. So, be on the lookout for chapter 5. Thanks for taking the time and reading this story! I appreciate you all and hopefully I will update soon. -Dani