Hey everyone! Thank you so much for the reviews and everything. It meant a lot, so I decided to treat you all by posting another chapter. I know I have taken longer than expected to post this chapter. I just wanted to revise and see if there was more I could add to this chapter so forgive me for taking a while to post. I have already started the next chapter but there is a lot to be done so just be on the lookout. Once again thank you all. Shout out to Vaneesa85 because I've noticed your continuous reviews and I feel like shouting you out :P)

Hermione scoffed at Scabior.

"Why on earth would I need your protection when I have my friends to protect me? If anything I need to be protected from you after all of the things you've done to me." Hermione told him hotly and crossed her arms over her chest.

Scabior snorted then laughed at her mockingly.

"Right, Potter and the Weasley boy, correct?" He asked her and she nodded hesitantly.

"If I'm not mistaken, wasn't the Weasley boy supposed to pick you up from that' bookshop last night? Too bad he was busy getting drunk and fucking some blonde whore. She had the biggest pair of tits had ever seen, but it's alright beau'iful, your tits are nice too. I wonder if they've noticed that' you're missing yet," He finished with a mischievous smile.

The only blonde girl Hermione knew that Ron would actually fuck around with was Lavender Brown and she couldn't believe it.

Hermione felt betrayal and disappointment in her best friend run through her entire body.

Hermione didn't want Scabior to know what he said had an effect on her so she glared at him icily.

Her hand itched for her wand just so she could hex him but she didn't even know what he did with it.

"Where is my wand?" She asked him tightly.

His smile transformed into a smirk.

"I took it and hid it. Though, lovely, I believe there is another wand I would like to let you hold. I'm quite sure you would like it much better than a simple piece of cold wood," he winked at her suggestively while laughing.

Hermione felt her stomach churn and her mouth dry at his suggestion. She seriously hoped he didn't get any ideas.

"You are a disgusting piece of filth and I want absolutely nothing to do with you. I don't want you near me and I don't want you near my child." She placed a possessive hand on her baby bump.

He took long strides from his place in the kitchen towards her place by the island. Hermione stood up quickly and attempted to move but was backed into the island counter. Scabiors' arms were on either side of her as he pressed his body closer to hers, careful of her baby bump. He leaned down, placed his head in the crook of her neck.

She could feel the loose strands of his long brown hair tickle her face as she breathed in his scent of his cologne and woods.

"What are you do- OW!" She yelped in pain and shock.

She wanted to grab her neck but his head was in the way. Hermione was expecting him to sniff her neck, not bite her.

Scabior finally pulled his head away from her neck a few moments later and examined the bruising hickey, which was slowly turning purple; he had just placed on her neck and nodded with approval.

He grasped her chin in his hand and kissed her gently.

Hermione didn't respond to the kiss and soon Scabior ended the kiss, let go of her chin only to begin caressing her right cheek.

He moved back a bit, finally giving Hermione some of her personal space back.

Scabior was watching her once more but this time with so much intensity, that Hermione's heart began to speed up and something in her belly fluttered for only a few seconds she barely registered it.

The hand that was caressing her cheek had maneuvered its way into her mass of curly hair. He massaged her scalp for a moment before pulling a fistful of her hair, tilting her head back a bit.

Hermione gasped in pain and discomfort.

When he spoke his voice held the same intensity that he was giving off.

"Like I said before lovely, you and the child you are carrying are mine. I want you both and so shall have you both. I don't care what you think, but that child in your womb will know who I am. No one, not Potter or that little Weasley boy, not even you can stop me from being a father to my child. Do you understand?" He asked her harshly.

Hermione glared at him," Fuck you, you bastard."

Scabior yanked her hair once more causing Hermione to yelp in pain. He tilted her head enough to have her look into his eyes.

"Do you understand?!" He shouted at her.

She flinched and felt her eyes burning with tears of pain, anger, and frustration.

"Yes." She said through clenched teeth.

"Good. I'll be back, don't be thinkin' about leaving this house because you can't." Scabior informed her before he placed one last peck on her lips before letting go of her hair. He swiftly turned away from her and walked out of the kitchen.

Hermione didn't move until she heard a door slam.

Suddenly, Hermione was exhausted from the last couple of minutes of being in Scabiors' presence. Her body shook with adrenaline and the small butterflies she had felt in her stomach earlier didn't feel like small butterflies anymore, instead they felt like small but prominent punches.

Hermione gasped with widened eyes and automatically her hand was placed on her tummy. The baby just kicked!

She was shocked and excited at the same time. It was moving around inside of her stomach and she could feel its small, light kicks.

She smiled weakly at the thought of the life within her, but still felt exhausted and decided to make her way up the stairs and into the bed she woke up in. When she regains some her strength she would come up with a plan of escape because Hermione Granger always has a plan in store.