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Hermione sat perched up against the tent, Dumbledore's copy of 'The Tales of Beedle the Bard' sitting unopened in her lap. She stared out blankly ahead towards the woods, a vacant expression in her face. Harry flipped open the entryway of the tent, glancing down to Hermione and frowned at what he saw. Hermione had been like this for the past two weeks, and it upset him that he couldn't put a smile on her face. He crouched down beside her, putting an arm around her shoulders. This seemed to wake her up, as she gasped and jumped at his touch, wincing back. Harry furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, looking at her for a moment before shaking it off. Hermione relaxed, resting her head on Harry's shoulder.
Hermione felt terrible. She had come to accept what had happened two weeks ago, and honestly, she felt like she deserved it. She could see the hurt in Harry's eyes, whenever he thought she wasn't looking. She realized she was hurting him, by not confiding in him, and she also knew he probably assumed that her late night cries were over Ron…and to an extent, they were. She couldn't believe Ron had left them, and left them so vulnerable. Hermione mentally cursed at herself for putting her present situation's blame on Ron. It was all of her fault, no one else's.
Hermione had been careful not to linger too long at one place, for she knew they were being tracked down by the lone snatcher. They'd spend the night in one place and then pack up the next morning and apparate to a new place. Harry had thought the new paranoia within Hermione had come from losing a member of the trio, and figured Hermione thought they'd be too weak to battle someone if they were caught.
"It'll be alright, 'Mione," Harry told Hermione for what seemed like the hundredth time the past two weeks, "Ron is just being a prat. You know he'll come around and find us." He began to rub circles in her back. Hermione gasped for air, a wave of hysterical sobs shook her body. She felt so guilty for keeping the events with the snatcher from Harry's knowledge, but she knew it was also for his and her own good to keep it away from him. She also felt guilty that Ron was at the blame for most of her tears, THEN felt guilty for not feeling as sad as she should about his outburst and departure, and was being more self-absorbed than anything.
Harry, not knowing what to do when it came to emotional situations like this, only pulled her closer and shushed her, rocking her slowly back and forth. He ran his fingers through her slightly tangled, tousled hair, staring down at his feet. The action seemed to calm her down, because her shaking seemed to slow down.
A few minutes later, Hermione sniffled, rubbing her nose against her sleeve and dabbed her eyes with the other. She pushed away gently from Harry, glancing up at him with her red-rimmed eyes.
"Thank you," Hermione managed to muster up a weak smile at best, bringing her eyes back down to the forest floor.
"Of course, 'Mione. I hate seeing you like this." Harry frowned in her direction. Hermione just nodded slightly and stood up.
"Come on….let's start packing." Harry just nodded, wanting to do whatever it took to put Hermione at ease. Harry traveled inside, grabbing anything they'd need on person. He took the locket off of the 'kitchen' table and hoisted over his hand, the locket resting against his sternum. They had decided earlier that morning for them both take a break from wearing the cursed object, for it was starting to latch quickly on their misery. Harry grabbed his wand from his part of the tent then made his way back outside. Hermione was currently cleaning up any traces of campsite within the wooded area. Harry stood back, facing the tent. He waved his wand, tent falling down in reaction.
"Reducio." He muttered at the tent, watching it fold itself up and become smaller. Harry still had to verbalize spells, for he never could quite master the art of casting spells silently. He bent down and picked up the tent, walking over to a now finished Hermione and handed her the tent. Hermione took it and pushed it inside her beaded bag. They both took a moment to look around before they reached out for each other's hand, and they felt the familiar feeling of his body being crushed, all of their organs being pushed deeper into their body. Harry couldn't breathe, and just as he thought it was too much, they were brought to an oceanside. Harry gasped for air, whereas Hermione looked as if the entire apparition didn't touch her. Harry supposed he was just very sensitive.
Wordlessly, Harry reached into Hermione's beaded bag, grabbing the tent and began setting up. There was a rustling nearby in the trees, causing the hairs on Hermione's body to stand up at attention. She glanced at Harry, who didn't seem to notice. She looked back in the direction of the sound, staring for 2 minutes, until she realized nothing was happening. 'Probably an animal,' she thought. She began to put up all of the protection enchantments, still feeling slightly paranoid.
At the sound of crunching leaves from behind her, startled, Hermione snapped around quickly, shoving her wand right in Harry's face. Harry's eyes widened and jumped back.
"Hermione, you alright?" He asked, bewildered. Hermione gasped, dropping her wand, bringing her hand over her mouth.
"I'm so sorry, Harry!" She gave him an apologetic look. After the initial shock, Harry shook his head and smiled.
"It's alright. Why don't you set up the fire pit, and I'll go look for something for us to eat." He offered. Hermione gave him a look that clearly said 'NO'.
"Harry, as much as I appreciate the offer for you to go search for the food yourself," She started, the back of her neck started to heat up, "Last time you got food, we all had to use the bathroom, " She swallowed, the blood rushing to the front of her cheeks," A lot. And seeing as how we don't really have the proper receptacles, or privacy for that matter…" The tips of her ears had finally caught up with her neck and cheeks.
"Okay! Okay." Harry's cheeks began to color, themselves. Something about talking about something so natural as this with Hermione just felt….well, embarrassing. "I'll go get the firewood." He adverted his eyes, pretending to look around for wood for a moment, before looking back at Hermione. "Will you be alright?" Hermione nodded.
"I've put protection spells on the water and all of the surrounding area." She gave him a small smile, before turning around to search for something for the both of them. She made her way through the thick vast of trees. Hermione wrapped her arms around herself, shivering. She had forgoten to grab her grey scarf and a heavier jacket. She found a clearing a couple of hundred meters away and made her way towards it. She could see the overgrowth of fungi from where she stood. Hermione hummed softly to herself as she pushed low branches out the way, making it to the clearing just a few minutes later.
She bent down, inspecting all of the fungi. Most of them were poisonous, but there were a few that resembled portabellas, so she grabbed them and stuffed them in a sandwich-sized plastic bag. She searched around for more, finding a variety of more mushrooms that weren't poisonous, stuffing them into the bag until there wasn't any room left to fill.
Just as Hermione stood up, she heard a loud 'THUMP' behind her, strong arms encircling her waist before she could even think about moving. A hand covered her mouth, blocking the shriek that was ready to escape past her lips.
"Well, hello beautiful." The familiar scent of something very woodsy, strongly highlighted by the piercing smell of firewhiskey trickled through her nose, the warm breath tickling against her neck causing her to shudder. It was her snatcher from two weeks ago. Hermione began to thrash about, trying to get out of his hold, but he was too strong. She tried screaming, to catch Harry's attention, but his hand muffled the sound quite effectively.
"Now darling, I wouldn't do that if I were you." She could hear the smirk in his voice. She continued thrashing about, determined to get out of his hold. "I'm not alone this time, so it'd do you well to listen to me." Hermione ignored him. She was NOT going to listen to some snatcher, who was trying to turn Harry and her in to the dark lord. "I lead a group of snatcher's, and my second-in-command is Fenrir Greyback. He's a savage werewolf. Ever heard of him?" He asked through gritted teeth. He didn't understand why he was even bothering to tell her this information, as if he were protecting her. Hell, he didn't understand why he was playing with his paycheck. He was being a fool, postponing turning them in. Hermione's body stilled.
"I see you have. Scream any louder, and Greyback with hear you and you won't have me to deal with. You thought I was terrible? He'll make sure you won't make it out alive."He drawled into her ear, a hint of amusement within his words. Hermione whimpered slightly. Greyback was with him? She remembered Remus telling her about him. He was the one that turned him, and the one who placed himself near children and other people just before the full moon. She heard him mutter something along the lines of 'menace, if you ask me,' under his breath. Scabior ran his fingers through her hair slowly, pushing it over to one shoulder. He dropped his lips slowly onto the side of her bare neck, kissing her there gently.
"Why are you doing this?"She asked, bravely. He smiled against her skin, pulling her closer to his body.
"Well," He started, pressing another kiss to her shoulder, using his free hand to slowly pull her wand out from her back pocket, bringing it inside of his own jacket's wand pocket. He took her hands and faced her. Hermione took in his face. His eyes, lined in black, were steel grey, with a hint of blue to them, and his hair was a medium golden brown with a red steak, settled in a disheveled braid. His skin, while it had a bit of a sheen to it, it didn't look quite as caked with dirt as he had the last time she had seen him. Her snatcher smirked.
"It looks like you have two options: You can either scream bloody murder, and I'll be forced to submit you and your little boyfriend to the dark lord," he then ran his eyes down the length of her body, licking his lips, "or you behave, and we continue this….tango of ours, and submit to me." He swallowed. Hermione scoffed.
"Or…you can let me go!" She yelled, reaching back for her wand, her face contorted into a look of horror as she realized he had taken it. Scabior tsked as she began to run. Scabior gave her a moment before running after her. He had to admit, the girl was faster than he anticipated, but he was fast enough to catch up. He only saw flashes of green from the corners of his eye and her and he whizzed through the forest. He grabbed her by the hair when he had caught up and yanked her back, bringing her body against his.
"My my, darling. What am I to do with you?" He pulled his wand out, then shoved her against a tree. With a flick of the wrist, ropes encircled her body, right over her stomach, tying her to the tree. Hermione opened her mouth to scream, but Scabior was quicker, putting a silencing charm on her mouth. He could hear her breathe hard, in a desperate attempt to be heard and saved. Scabior walked over to her, and only then did she notice the pink scarf she had tied to the tree two weeks earlier, in the hopes that Ron would find it and come tracking them, wrapped around her captor's neck. Scabior followed her gaze and lifted the scarf to his nose. He sniffed it, rubbing his cheek against the fabric, then looked up to meet her eyes.
"You smell delectable," He smirked and dropped the scarf, letting it dangle off his neck once more. Hermione could see the lust begin to fog his eyes, and she desperately tried to wiggle herself free. Scabior pressed his body against hers, bringing his hand to her thigh. He ran his hands slowly up the inside of her thigh, cupping her when he reached the top. Hermione let out of breathy sigh. Scabior pressed his mouth against hers, violating her mouth with his tongue. Hermione refused to react, even to bite his tongue. She knew it would do her no good but to…endure it. 'For Harry,' she thought. Scabior ran his tongue over her teeth, lapping at them, then pulled back to look at her. Hermione's eyes were filled with nothing but hate, especially reserved for him. He could also detect a hint of defeat.
"You're a very smart witch, especially for a muggleborn." Hermione could hear the resentment in his tone, heavily emphasizing in the 'muggle' part of the word. "Even with this scarf, I had a hard time catching up with you. I was almost successful…" Hermione remembered when she heard a soft crack a few days ago, just when Harry and her span on the spot, apparating to a new location.
"I had to return to my group, you see," He continued in a tone that would insinuate their listener was actually interested, "I had ran out of supplies." He looked her over again, then looked back up to her face. Hermione just stared at him blankly back. "And had to freshen up for when I'd get to see you again. I was hoping it would be in the daylight." He chuckled.
Scabior moved his lips to her ear, breathing hotly against the shell as he brought his hands to the top of her pants. He quickly unbuttoned them then ripped them down. Hermione began to wiggle around, her breaths coming out heavily…angrily.
"That's right, beautiful. Pant for me." He laughed darkly, as her breaths came out heavier, tears beginning to fall down her face. Hermione began to feel terrified as she watched him undo his black studded belt, fly and button following suit. Hermione closed her legs tightly as she watched him pull his johnson out. "Submit to me." He whispered, kissing her cheek. Of course, he didn't think she'd actually do it, which made it all the more fun.
Roughly, Scabior pushed open her legs, pressing the tip of his cock at her entrance. Hermione tried squeezing her legs harshly against it, but Scabior only laughed, his cock sinking in only enough to cover his head.
"Scabior!" A rough, gruntled voice came from behind them, maybe 20 meters away. Scabior cursed, ripping out of her and hurriedly redid his pants. He took his wand out, pointing it in her direction. Her pants were back where they were supposed to be when she fell on her knees. Scabior searched his blazer's wand pocket, grabbing it then shoved it in her face.
"Don't do anything stupid. Go!" He whispered harshly. Hermione, sensing she was in danger, swallowed and nodded, standing up to her feet. She turned around wordlessly and ran off towards her camps direction.
Within seconds of her departure, Scabior saw Greyback's form emerge through a few shrubs.
"We've caught a few half-bloods pondering around the outskirts of the woods. One claimed to know yo-" Greyback sniffed the air heavily. "There was a girl here." He stated. Scabior ran his fingers through the exposed hair at the bottom of his braid in a casual way, yet he was beyond nervous.
"Yes, I've found a girl." Scabior saw the lust that began to cover Greyback's features. "She's a half-blood. I've checked the list…she's already registered at the ministry." Greyback stared at him for a moment, giving him a look that showed he clearly didn't trust him.
"Let's go have a look at them then, shall we?" Scabior walked past him, heading in the direction the werewolf had come from, not bothering to look back to see if he was following. Scabior decided the next time he'd see the girl, he was going alone again. Better yet, he needed to turn them in, ginger bloke or not. Better to get paid then to let the two slip through his fingers, HIS hard-earned galleons falling onto the floor of someone else's Gringott's vault.
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