Hello, readers! Yeah, I know it's been a long wait, but I'm finding it hard to write when I'm with my family on holiday, etc. I'm sure you understand and forgive me when I bring you this chapter, ha ha. And I really appreciated your reviews to the previous chapter, which were kind and yet agreed with my own feelings about that chapter. On to this one, then. Call me pretentious or ambitious, but I seek to write in my own style to avoid clichés. I hope you approve of me writing an important scene between Scabior and Hermione. In any case, send me a review, please! Oh, and happy Harry Potter premiere y'all!

Inspirational music: The mystic's dream by Loreena McKennit

Chap. 27 Bareness

Scabior smirked at Hermione's look of incredulity before he leaned in and captured her soft lips in a passionate kiss, a proof of no hard feelings between them.

He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her closer, never breaking contact with her. He slowly licked her bottom lip and could taste salt. She must have been very close to the sea when she was outside.

She sighed and that made his own lips tremble when her sweet breath assaulted him. Scabior literally felt how the trembles turned into ripples that went straight towards his groin. Hermione may now know how he felt about her, but he doubted she would ever guess just how much power she really wielded over him.

As his blood heated up to that pleasant temperature, he let one hand cradle her head and the other slide down to rest on her hip. Due to his moves, Hermione simply had to press her gorgeous body against his torso. Despite trying to ignore the sharp pain that shot through him when some weight was placed on his chest wound, Scabior gasped. And to his utter surprise, Hermione quickly stretched out her tongue and roamed his mouth eagerly.

She almost seemed desperate to be close to him compared with their last snogging session when he had been the dominating force. He was only half-aware of her hands in his hair and how she drew up her legs onto the bed and rubbed them against the outside of his thigh. Her enthusiasm drove Scabior wild with desire and he groaned loudly, "Oh, Merlin, fuck!"

And then he heard it.

A small whimper from Hermione that made his growing member twitch. Scabior backed away from her far too tempting lips and decided to attend to her bare neck. He nibbled on the delicate skin while Hermione leaned her head forward and rested it on his shoulder. Her ragged breathing went through the material of his pyjamas shirt but instead of thinking too much about the warmth beside his head, Scabior focused on devouring her delicious neck.

"So beautiful, love," he mumbled as he licked a certain spot which had Hermione arch into him.

"Scabior! I need...want..." she gasped incoherently to Scabior's delight before she clung to the back of his neck with one hand, and steadied herself by placing the other one directly onto his ribs.

"Oww! Fuck!" Scabior cried when pain flooded his lust clouded mind.

Hermione jerked back and through the pain Scabior still made sure to memorize her dishevelled hair, the flushed cheeks and her misty chocolate eyes. She blinked a few times before she averted her gaze to his chest and seemed to understand.

"Oh, Godric! I'm sorry, Scabior. I forgot about..." she stuttered but Scabior spotted a secret smile playing on her lips.

She giggled and said, "Guess you're not fit yet for any activities. Perhaps we should wait."

Scabior did not like her words one bit and huffed.

"Ya think so, beautiful?"

His husky voice made her close her eyes for a moment and he seized the opportunity by tugging at her arm and bringing her close again. He would stop himself if that was Hermione's wish, but he would be damned if he let his own body prevent him from being with the wonderful woman on his bed.

Hermione's eyes snapped open and he stared deep into them as he spoke thickly.

"I'll do whatever you want, 'ermione, but if ya want me ta continue then bring me that pain relieving potion, please."

She licked her lips and positively enthralled him by that action. She lowered her head but Scabior caught her chin with a warm hand and lifted it.

"I want you but are you sure we should do... when you are still healing, I mean?" she whispered and Scabior could not resist pecking her cute nose.

"It's barely a bruise now. One spoonful of potion will make me as new. Although, it's your decision, love. If you only fancy a sleep, I'll leave you alone," he said seriously. After all, Scabior preferred bedding only willing women.

Hermione worried her lip for a while until she breathed out and slowly reached for his forgotten wand beside his pillow. She took it tentatively and the thought of her slender fingers holding another thing belonging to him made him harden again.

"Okay. Accio potion bottle," she spoke clearly and waved the wand. The brown bottle Scabior had come to appreciate but not seen often enough, in his opinion, flew into the bedroom and landed safely in Hermione's open hand. She summoned a spoon and filled it with potion.

When she turned her face to him and brought the spoon to his mouth, he noticed her hand shook a little. Thoughtfully, he reached up and enclosed her hand with his own hands to steady her and preserve the potion. He opened his mouth and tasted the minty flavour for a second before he swallowed.

Still, he kept his hands around hers, beginning to caress the knuckles. Her breathing grew laboured but she did not retract her hand from him. As an ambitious Hogwarts student, Scabior studied each finger meticulously, once again creating images in his mind. The fingertips were clean and soft and perfect, especially for touching and caressing, he thought.

He leaned down and kissed the pads, adding one lingering lick on each finger. She dropped the spoon on the blanket.

Scabior chuckled and reprimanded jokingly, "Will ya stop makin' a mess?"

She stiffened and said indignantly, "You're one to talk, wrecking your room. You can clean it up yourself."

He snickered at her feisty nature and let go of her hand to take up his wand. After a flick, the damaged night table mended itself and the clothes flew into the drawers which returned to the large piece of furniture. At last Scabior put the spoon and his wand on the night table, thinking the wand might come in handy.

"There. Cleaning's over," he announced proudly but grimaced when Hermione pulled the red tendril.

"You cheater. Why must every wizard be so lazy?" she chided with a laugh.

Scabior shrugged innocently and made his face suddenly resemble an angel's.

"Don't know what you're complaining 'bout, beautiful. Magic saves time. I can use that time to pleasure you."

He winked cheekily at her. She shook her head and smiled to herself. It hurt Scabior's heart to see her so happy. Especially after knowing he had been the one to harm her with his behaviour. From now on he would do all in his powers to keep her happy and content.

He observed how she fixed her eyes on his shirt and lightly touched the center of his chest.

"Does it hurt?" she asked.

Scabior shook his head when he actually could not feel any pain. The potion was working. A little more pressure was placed on his ribs.

"Nothing," he mumbled to her and opened his arms wide.

"Come here."

She scooted closer until her front brushed against his. Her arms went around his neck and he wrapped his firmly around her waist. Their shared embrace made the snatcher within relaxed and excited at the same time. But the important thing was that having Hermione in his arms felt right. 'Come to think about it, this is our first real hug,' Scabior thought with a warm feeling inside.

"Scabior?" came a muffled voice behind her silken curls. The scent that was entirely hers reached his nostrils and he breathed in hungrily.

"Hmm?" was the only thing he could emit as he enjoyed feeling her lush breasts crushed against him.

"Can you kiss me some more?"

Ever the gentleman, Scabior complied. He trapped her bottom lip between his, this time desiring to have the upper hand in the kiss. A quick nip with his teeth made her moan and surrender her mouth to him. He claimed her mouth with every skill he possessed, greedily exploring her hot, wet cave. The sensation became too much to handle.

By grabbing her thigh at the same time as he placed his other hand on her back, he lifted her around and followed with his own body so they ended up on the bed with her lying down under him. He smugly kept his lower hand on her leg and revelled in feeling her heated body so intimately near him. Fortunately he had landed with his legs wedged between hers and the position was very comfortable.

"Better access this way, "he muttered and dove in for her lips again. He dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her thigh which made her gasp and rock her hips. A needy growl escaped him when she connected with his crotch. He grinded back almost instinctively and Hermione moaned loudly into his mouth. Scabior closed his eyes, breathed through his nose and lay his damp forehead on hers.

"Ya're goin' ta be the death o' me, love."

She inhaled heavily and said in a subdued tone, "Don't say that, Scabior."

He frowned and wondered if it was the thought of his death that upset her, or maybe the intensity of his words. He put some distance between them by resting on his elbows.

"Just sayin' what I feel. Ya're such a compellin' bird."

His erection grew to one, big, painful throb encaged in a ridiculously small space. Hermione must have felt it too, because her eyes widened and became dark with lust.

"'ermione!" Scabior all but whined as he rubbed himself against her jeans in a slow but steady rhythm. She fixed her eyes on his and clasped his shoulders.

"Ya can always tell me ta stop, an' I'll do it. But if ya wanna sleep all night, then tell me now. Because I'm havin' problem with keeping myself from ravishin' ya."

He gritted his teeth to force himself to stop grinding, thus giving her a fair chance to think clearly. As far as he could remember he had never had so much trouble finding control on top of a woman. Hermione certainly had done something with him.

She blushed sweetly but answered with a steady voice, "Thank you for your concern, Scabior. But I really need you now and I think I'm ready."

At her last words, her hands travelled between them and started to fiddle with the buttons to his shirt. A shudder went through Scabior when he truly understood her. He knew she was a virgin but had little knowledge of how experienced she was otherwise. Nevertheless, he would make sure he returned her gift to him by making her first time unforgettably satisfying.

To have Scabior cocooning her body once again felt phenomenal. And the best part was, this time he was awake and conscious of his actions and yet he continued to stay with her. He had not reared back from her like that morning in the tent when he had shared her bed. And Hermione enjoyed it immensely.

She had watched movies and imagined how one should kiss another human, but when Scabior moved against her lips she could not help but feel a tad surprised at how much it affected her. She craved the heat that oozed from him despite the possibility that he might burn her up.

She had chosen him and accepted him. Now she wanted him to claim her and possess her like a lover. He did not disappoint her.

While she fumbled with his buttons, he kissed her hard and let one hand skim down her thick sweater until he reached the breach between the sweater and her jeans.

Hermione sobbed from frustration when she had trouble undoing his shirt the whole way. Scabior soothed her with his soft tongue before he brutally ripped the shirt off himself; sending buttons in every direction, but this time Hermione cared very little about the mess since she had his glorious torso displayed inches from her.

Probably to encourage her, Scabior took her hand and placed it flat on his defined pectoral, right over his heart. The act made Hermione's eyes prickle with penned up emotions. He was so attractive, even after lying still in a bed for a week. Her eyes roamed over his chest to take in his muscular shape, the dark chesthair that stood out from the slight paleness of his skin.

A yellow spot the size of her fist in the middle of his ribcage was the only trace left from his injury. Her fingertips touched him urgently, feeling his sinewy body twitch and heave as she moved. He removed himself from her mouth and looked down at her, his brown hair hanging down on either side of them. Hermione could feel herself get wet from the hunger in his dark eyes. And then she experimentally caressed his nipples simultaneously.

Scabior stiffened above her for a fleeting moment. Hermione saw his mouth open but no sound came from him. The flash of a second later, Scabior rocked into her groin with unexpected force at the same time as he pushed the hand on her stomach upwards and wriggled it past her bra cup until he could touch her naked breast.

Hermione threw her head back into the pillow and moaned throatily, completely absorbed by the sensations. She distantly heard Scabior hum something she could not make out in the midst of her pleasure.

"What?" she panted, not sure if she would be able to say anything else if he kept kneading her mound like he did.

"I said, I suspected yer nipples would be as sensitive as mine, love."

He smiled and rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Hermione gasped and moved her hips automatically.

"Let me see 'em, please," Scabior growled but had already began to bunch up her clothes. Hermione helped him by lifting her arms over her head. It occurred to her that they both were now half-naked and she was not scared. Scabior asked for permission to remove her bra. How could she say no?

Once it too was tossed away, Scabior leaned down and rubbed his unshaved cheek over her breasts. She mewled and buried her empty hands in his wild hair. She dared a glance down and caught him looking up at her admiringly as his mouth closed around one taut nipple and sucked. She actually screamed, unable to contain her sudden pleasure.

Her hands clenched on his head and held him down. He groaned and she too could feel when tremors travelled up his throat and ended against her nipple. Something moist caressed her trapped nipple. It did not take long before she figured out he licked her with his talented tongue.

Hermione could only focus on breathing through her nose when he unexpectedly thrusted one digit deep into her mouth and swirled it around. She did not understand what he intended to do but then Scabior let go of her nipple and snarled out, "Suck it. Damp it. Fuck, make it wetter!"

He sounded desperate and Hermione did not hesitate to obey him, although she still could not predict his aim. So she started to caress his finger, using her moist tongue and gathering spit to apply on it. Scabior said in a ragged voice, "Good girl. I know yer good at suckin' my fingers."

Hermione raised her eyebrows, confused by his words but that did not stop the clenching in her lower abdomen. Scabior retracted his finger and examined the glistening moisture intensely before he spread it onto his thumb until both fingertips were coated thoroughly. The next second, he lowered the fingers to her other, neglected nipple and swept them over it.

Hermione bit her lip to keep from disturbing him with everlasting moans. He pinched the hard point lightly before he began to stroke it in rhythm to his tongue's dance on her other nipple. That sent a violent jolt from her breasts to her burning core where there was a longing. An ancient and yet newborn longing for Scabior. Her hands left his head and slid down his sculpted back until they moved around his hips and found their way to the fine line of hair below his navel.

"Scabior! Want more. Please! Just more," she whispered feverishly and began to untie the knot in his pants. Scabior rumbled deeply and used his strength to lift himself from her bare chest. If Hermione had not been where she was, she would have thought he was ill. Sweat had gathered on his temples, his dark brown eyes shone with an unusual glaze, the cheeks were red and he had squeezed his eyes shut as if experiencing suffocating pain. So this is what a man undone looked like.

Feeling like a daredevil, Hermione raked her nails gently over his lower abdomen, straight towards the loosened waistband of his pyjamas. Instantly Scabior jerked back, bringing one hand down and catching her hand.

"Ya naughty witch. Gettin' greedy are we?" he said and nuzzled her nose affectionally. "Ya're in fer it now, my little bird."

He sat up and Hermione struggled to wait patiently for him. Scabior pushed his hair back, exposing his biceps and his flat stomach, before he reached over her and took up his wand. He pointed it silently at her belly and whispered out an unfamiliar spell. A warm glowing confirmed Hermione's suspicion; she had read about the effects of contraceptive spells.

Afterwards, Scabior placed the wand on the nighttable and looked down her body. His lean fingers tickled her slightly when the hand eased its way down to her one button in her jeans. He undid it swiftly and requested she lifted her hips. She spotted his eyes fixed on her crotch when she moved to make it easier for him to take off the jeans. Once he had freed her legs, he turned his attention to her last piece of clothing; the light blue knickers.

"May I…?" he asked and Hermione nodded, trusting him to not hurt her. He removed the dampened knickers and stared at her. No man had ever seen her in a state like this, and Hermione found it hard to let go of control. She frowned, worried by his lack of words and mumbled nervously, "Is something wrong?"

He snapped his head up and said in awe, "Ya're so beautiful, 'ermione. I can't take it. Ya're too perfect fer a son o' a bitch like me. Are ya sure ya want me?"

Hermione did not rush her answer but nevertheless had her answer ready.

"Yes, silly. I want you. Just be…gentle with me."

In a voice laced with arousal, Scabior groaned, "O' coure I will, sweet thing. Ya don't 'ave ta ask me fer that."

He put his fingers on her soft thigh, holding her firmly, and nudged her to open her legs more. She bent them and spread them unashamedly until the whole of her was revealed to his searching eyes. He bent down and kissed her short brown curls before his tongue darted out and he yet kept moving down her body.

When he parted her folds and swept down, she arched her back and cried out from the exquisite pleasure that rippled in her. Scabior threw himself into his task and began to lap at her very core, alternating between long, broad sweeps and probing, soft flicks. Hermione felt how her body tingled with pleasure from his ministrations and she recognized distantly a reaching for something.

Scabior grunted into her, "So wet ya are, my treasure. All damp an' ready. Oh, an' what do we 'ave 'ere?"

Before she knew it, he applied pressure at the top.

"Ohhh! Oh, Godric! Don't stop, please don't stop!"

Hermione gasped for air when he found her small bud and licked it repeatedly. Unknowingly, she clenched her hands, digging her nails into her palms and shuddered. A warm finger ventured some inches into her sacred canal, but stopped almost immediately. Frowning at the denied relief, she thrusted against the intrusion, bringing the finger further inside her. Scabior hissed through clenched teeth, "D'ya feel good love? I don't wanna hurt ya like some bastards."

Hermione looked at him steadily and breathed out, "I promise I'm alright. Just make me come soon, Scabior."

At the end of her sentence, he resumed moving his finger inside, questing deeper and deeper into her narrow core. He wriggled it a little and Hermione thought it was odd but not scary to feel him touch her so deep inside. He withdrew the finger but it soon returned, now accompanied by another finger.

This time he went slower, having to stretch her walls before continuing probing her. It was a tad uncomfortable but she tried to relax, aided by Scabior's thumb stimulating her clit. Meanwhile, he whispered, "Such a treasure fer me. Ya're a treasure fer me, love. An' 'ow I stumbled o'er ya in the forest. Who would know that yer juices taste o' salt an' sweet flowers combined? I love that mix."

She clenched around his digits and had Scabior wheezing out, "Merlin' ya've a tight pussy. An' it wants me ta fill it, doesn't it? Tell me, love. Tell me ta come into ya."

Hermione sobbed and trembled from the tension. "Yes! Yes, do it. Fill me, Scabior. Fill me!" Scabior left her weeping passage and found the waistband of his pants. With composed determination, he removed the concealing material, baring himself to her dizzy mind.

Hermione could not help but stare in awe at his arousal jutting out proudly and intimidating. How would he ever fit? As she looked at him, a tear of his essence trickled languidly from the top and ran along his length. Without a word, Scabior grabbed both her thighs firmly and spread those more, opening her up to him. He inched closer, a raspy groan on his lips.

He caught her staring at him and smiled with a simmering smoulder in his eyes. When he crawled atop of her with the prowess of a predator, she wrapped her arms around his neck and brought him down to her lips. She could taste herself on his burning lips but was not disgusted by it.

"Beautiful thing. My beautiful thing, "Scabior murmured calmly, his thick accent absent and soothed her with a kiss before he said, "You take me in, love. Please guide me into you." Hermione only nodded, too consumed by the heat to utter any words.

She slipped her right hand down, running it along his side before venturing in between their hips. She could feel a gush of wetness and patches of hair in the narrow space between their nearly joined bodies. But he had given her a mission and she would not fail. Summoning her courage, she opened her hand and fondled him. He sighed heavily beside her mouth and she squeezed his hardness curiously. He felt so strange and alluring, being soft and hard, smooth and humid at the same time. But the jolts in her stomach demanded release and she craved his presence at her core.

She guided him slowly to her virgin hole and pressed him against it. The entire male body above her vibrated when he eased into her slowly, stretching her, filling her inch by delicious inch until he stopped and panted into her neck.

Hermione wanted more and moved her hips slightly. Scabior let out a strangled groan and hissed, "Beautiful treasure," before he moved back and thrust forcefully forward, breaching her hymen and filling her completely. Hermione cried out and felt tears of pain and confusion escape her lids when he pierced her. She clung to him and tried to breathe regularly, feeling him pulsing inside her. He waited until the pain had diminished and stroked her thigh and bottom in the meantime.

After minutes of respite to recover from the initial shock, Hermione gulped and nodded at him to continue. He licked away the trace of her tears and began to move, grunting when she anxiously clenched around his girth, making the passage tighter in rhythm to his strokes. Scabior used his lower hand to lift her bum and told her to wrap her legs around him. She obeyed, trusting him to at last bring her that foreign and yet near pleasure.

He angled himself differently and plunged into her all the way, making her scream when waves of pure bliss rolled through her tensed body. She felt him swell even more inside her and heard his rapid breathing. He resumed his moving, looking straight at her face and repeatedly reaching her sweet spot inside with well-aimed strokes. She saw true feelings flooding his eyes and felt herself come closer to the edge.

He retreated, barely penetrating her opening and they both held their breaths.

Scabior whispered, "Come with me, love."

And then he filled her completely, burying himself to the hilt and she dissolved.

With flashes of white and black before her eyes, with blood pulsing in her ears and electricity scolding her sweaty body, she came, clamping down on his buried length, using her legs to mold him into her. Through her agonizing and extraordinary ecstasy she could make out a wild guttural roar mingle with her own unrestrained scream and was able to distinguish a different heat between her legs when he shot his seed deep into her.

After some rapid thrusts, Scabior collapsed on top of her and panted as his body quivered from the release. Hermione saw him catching one nipple with his lips and tenderly sucking it with his eyes closed. She stroked his head gently, feeling very tired but content with still feeling him inside.

"Was I good?" she asked with a subdued voice and looked out the window at the red evening sky that made the nature resemble something from a fairytale. Scabior opened his eyes and heaved himself up on his arm, cupping her chin with a strong hand.

"You, my lovely," he said clearly, for once consumed by seriousness and honesty, "You were sublime, and I'm so grateful for your gift."

He lowered his swollen lips and met her ready ones, pouring all his love for her into one warm, tender, gentle kiss.

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