Burning Passion

Written for Lamia's Daily Speed-writing challenge

Prompt - OC that you create right now for this fic/HP character of your choice

A/N: this story was inspired by real events involving a cousin of mine. I just thought it would be funny to change things around a little and put Scabior in the story.

Scabior had always been quite the ladies man. He didn't always have to snatch women. Most of them came to him of their own free will, lured in by his charm and uncommonly handsome good looks. He sometimes had so many females flocking to him all at once that he occasionally found himself engaged in a relationship with more than one woman at a time. This is the story of one of those times.

Samantha Williams was a lovely young lady. She had a fire in her eyes as well as in her heart, her bright green eyes glimmering with cunning mischief. She was Scabior's favorite, but she wasn't the only one he was currently involved with. There was another, a woman by the name of Rachael Lovette.

Now Rachael was a charming woman. She was both pretty and intelligent. And although she didn't know it, Scabior saw her as more of a friend than a girlfriend.

When it came time for Scabior's birthday, Rachael bought him a beautiful new scarf as a gift. Scabior loved the scarf, and thanked her for the present. He then left shortly after receiving his gift and, unbeknownst to Rachael, headed straight for Samantha's house.

Dear Samantha, the fiery girl with burning embers of playful sensuality and passion in her heart, had planned something for Scabior's birthday as well, something far more naughty than a simple scarf.

When Scabior reached Samantha's house, he found a note taped to the front door of her house that said -

Scabior,

The door is unlocked. I'm naked and ready. Come and snatch me, hot stuff.

Samantha

Scabior opened the door, the blood already beginning to pool in his lower extremities. He saw a trail of red rose petals laid out on the carpet, and followed it up the stairs to Samantha's bedroom.

Upon entering the bedroom, Scabior saw that Samantha had lit several red, white and pink candles, and used them to decorate the room. There were dozens of them covering the desk, the top of the dresser, and set in the corners of the room.

Scabior paused for a moment, taking in the sight of the many candles as their flickering flames waved to and fro, casting dancing shadows on the walls. The trail of rose petals ended at the foot of the bed, where Samantha lay nude atop the blankets, waiting for him just like her note said.

"Well, 'ello beau'iful," said Scabior, as his eyes moved hungrily over her naked form. He barely had time to remove his scarf and toss it in the corner before Samantha practically pounced on him and began taking off his clothes.

The two of them went at it like a pair of wild animals. They had sex against the bedroom door with such force and enthusiasm that the door fell off its hinges. When they finally made it to the bed, they had sex with such drive and spirit that the mattress went sliding onto the floor. It was then that Scabior had to stop because he noticed an odd smell wafting from the dresser.

He looked up a second later only to discover that his scarf - the new scarf he had received for his birthday - was on fire because he had accidentally thrown it on top of the lit candles on the dresser. By the time he put out the fire, there was nothing left of the scarf but one small, badly burned scrap of material.

This was the kind of luck Scabior usually had. Anything that could go wrong usually did.

"Wha am I going to do now?" Scabior asked, looking down at the charred remains of his scarf. "This scarf was a gift from a friend. I can't tell 'er I was with another woman an it got burned up while I was busy with you."

"Just take one of my scarves," said Samantha. "I can charm it to make it look exactly like the one you lost, and she'll never know the difference."

So that's what Scabior did. And to this day Rachael never knew about the accident with the burning scarf.