So, thank you for reviewing vera1992 and AMRLind, you both are very sweet and encouraging, THANKS! :) This is the last part of this snippet. I did not edit it so excuse any grammar/spelling mistakes, this was also very informal. I didn't intend on anything after this, so if anyone Does want more, you have to give me some ideas and I'll try it out. :) happy readings (btw, vera1992 has a great Hermione/Scabior story going if you want more of this shipping, I definitely recommend it, very well written)
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter (but I wish I could have Draco/Tom)
"Been reading the Prophet have you Ms. Clearwater?" his voice was mocking, but Hermione kept her mouth shut. Was it better to stay with Ron and Harry? Or should she make a run for it…also leaving her wand behind, or she could try to get it back first….In all her musings she almost missed the photograph largely printed on the front page of the wrinkled paper. Plain as day her face stared back at her. "What did you say your name was love?"
He was playing with her now and she resented him now more than ever. With a step closer to her he looked even taller, but it didn't matter she had to pretend she was staring at the paper, not her wand from the corner of her eye. But then he came even closer and she instinctly stepped back. This Scabior switched her wand from his left to the hand holding the prophet. His left then was free to come up to her hair and play with one of the curls. "Just tell me the truth belle and I will let you go," Did he think she was stupid? "Are you with Potter?"
In that moment, the snatcher being preoccupied with reading Hermione's face, she, as swiftly as a bound person could, grabbed for her wand. It had been between her hands, she felt the slender instrument, but she wasn't able to pry it successfully from his hands and it fell to the rotting leaves between them. He was mad. The snatcher immediately dropped the paper that was adorned with their faces, one hand held her bound ones, while the other pushed her abdomen back so forcefully that when her back came in contact with the tree the breath was knocked out of her lungs.
Hermione couldn't see the man's face, he had his head bent, mouth grazing her ear as he spoke, "Just tell the truth love, save us both the trouble," Her breathing became short and fast as his hand continued to push her body against the tree. A shudder went through her body as he inhaled deeply; her scent, and then a noticeable flinch when his head jerked back to face her. His stormy blue eyes were slightly wide as he whispered, "It's you," Hermione closed her eyes. "The smell…"
And then she felt his hand let go of her wrists. It trailed up her arm impatiently and found its way to her neck. The fingertips were icy, could have been frost bitten, but his palm was warm, like any human's would be. The surprise made her eyes snap open and she witnessed the change of his expression. It was hungry and longing like she'd never seen on any man's face. Her eyes searched his, asking if he would really subject her to this. "I'll stop, just say no." he breathed, their noses a hairsbreadth from touching.
Let me know how you liked it. Give me any ideas for more and I'll try them out. Thanks for reading :) (especially let me know what you thought of Scabior, if nothing else)