Dark Obsession

A/N: Spoiler alert (For DH Movie): For those of you who don't know who Scabior is, he is one of the Snatchers from the movie DH. He, along with a few others, are the one who catches Hermione, Harry, and Ron in the woods and brings them to Malfoy Manor. At one point in the movie Scabior catches Hermione scent (her perfume). Hermione ties a scarf around a tree in the woods, for Ron (I think). Later Scabior is wearing that scarf. For those of you who have seen the movie he is the one who sniffs Hermione's hair and says. “Hello, Beautiful.”

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Hermione walked out of Flourish & Blotts in a hurry, she looked at her watch; she was already late meeting Ron for dinner. She turned the corner ready to Apparate when she felt someone come up behind her.

“Hello, beautiful,” the dark voice whispered as a hand snaked around her waist and pulled her against a hard body.

Hermione stiffened in fear at the voice. She felt a hand caress her and felt him sniff her hair. “Scabior?” she whispered. She couldn't believe it, she thought he died in the war. She started to struggle.

“You do remember me. That makes me very happy,” Scabior said as he Apparated them to a less public place.

Hermione felt the unexpected pull as he Apparated them. When her feet were back on solid ground, she grabbed for her wand, but he was quicker.

“Now, now, none of that,” he said as he grabbed her wand from her.

Hermione looked at him; he was wearing her scarf that she lost during the war almost a year ago. He looked possessed. She took a quick look around her. She had no idea where she was. He brought them to what looked like a bedroom in an abandoned house.

“What do you want?” she asked, there was a little quiver in her voice.

“You. You are all I think about, all I want,” Scabior said as he moved closer to her.

“Let me go,” she whispered.

“Never,” he said as he grabbed her and pulled her body against his. His lips crashed down on hers.

Hermione tried to pull away but he was too strong.

“Don't fight it, beautiful, give in to me,” he said as he started to kiss her neck.

Hermione had a million things going through her mind. This was wrong! She did not want to give in, but her body was betraying her. She was giving in to his touch.

His hand snaked up her shirt and gently caressed her breast through her lace-covered bra. She moaned in response. Ron was never this gentle with her. He was quick and to the point, he never could get her body to react this way.

“This is wrong,” Hermione whispered.

“I've been watching you. He never took his time with you. I will. I will cherish your body the way it should be,” Scabior whispered in her ear.

He started to unbutton her shirt, he was sure she would stop him but she didn't, she felt him slowly expose her skin. He picked her up and placed her on the bed. He removed her skirt but left her knickers on. She was splayed out before him, in nothing but white lace. How fitting he thought.
He quickly got undressed and climbed on top of her.

“This is wrong,” she whispered again.

“Not if you enjoy it,” he said he covered his mouth with hers.

She gave in and kissed him back, her passion had over ruled her brain.

“That's it, beautiful, give me everything,” he said as he slipped off her bra and ravished her breasts, biting and licking her nipples.

Hermione fingers scraped his scalp and he continued to kiss her down her body. He took a quick lick through her lace knickers. She buckled off the bed at the foreign contact.

“He never did this to you, did he?” he asked almost surprised.

“No, he never did,” she moaned as he removed her last article of clothing and dove in. He licked, sucked, and did things she imagined no one else would ever do. She came fast and hard. He licked up every drop of her essence.

She was panting heavily when he hovered over her and entered her in one smooth move. She screamed out his name when he entered her.

“I love hearing my name rip from your lips, beautiful,” he said as he began to move in her.

Hermione could not believe what she was doing. This person is a dangerous criminal who is obsessed with her. She should be screaming and fighting him, not giving in to his touch. She couldn't help it. There was something dangerous and thrilling about what was happening.

“You're thinking too much, Hermione. This isn't about thinking it's about giving in to our desires,” Scabior said and he slammed into her.

Hermione gave up the last of her will, wrapped her legs around his waist, and rode with him into bliss.

He collapsed on top of her and kissed her lips one final time before he rolled off to his side and gathered her in his arms.

“We need to leave, they will be looking for you soon,” he whispered in her ear.

Hermione gasped in surprised, she didn't want to leave with him. “I can't leave,” she said confused.

Scabior sighed. “Yes you can. You are mine now and I'm not letting you go,” Scabior said as he summoned his wand. He didn't want to do this, but he had no choice. He cast a binding spell on Hermione before she knew what was happening. He got dressed, gathered her clothes, shrunk them, and put them in a bag.

Hermione was silently crying. She didn't expect this, but she should have. He was dangerous and obsessed with her and she willing let him take her. Tears were sliding down her cheeks, when he came back to the bed.

“Now, none of that,” he said as he wiped her tears away with his thumb. He wrapped the scarf around her neck, covered her naked body with his cloak, and picked her up. He kissed her on her stiff lips. “You will learn to love me,” he said and Apparated them away to a place where nobody could find them.

A/N: Thank you to my beta Valady for getting this back to me very quickly!