'Controlling my feelings far too long,

Forcing our darkest souls to unfold

And pushing us into self-destruction'

-Unknown

She stood there, staring at a dark spot behind a large oak tree, deep in thought when she heard twigs snap. She trembled.

Soft mumbles were heard before a tall, long-dark haired man came out of the shadows strutting towards her and was followed by a man holding a poorly looking captive by the hem of his shirt. They were Snatchers. For a moment, she thought that he had seen her and her breath caught in her throat. Of course, the wards, she remembered now.

She looked at them, the man holding the captive struggling on his way followed by the taller one behind.

The dark-haired fellow was about to pass in front of her, when he stopped in his tracks. He turned. Sniffing the air, getting ever so close to Hermione's frozen figure.

What was he doing? She had tried not to move but her senses couldn't help themselves and so curious as to what he had smelt, she sniffed the air quietly when a particular smell wafted into her nose.

Her perfume.

He carefully trudged his way over to her, her face just mere centimetres from his own. This time, she took the chance to inhale his scent but all she could take in was the stench of dried blood, sweat and what smelt strongly of fire whiskey.

Moving closer, he stared through her but she could see him clearly. She stared into his eyes, unable to look away and a small part of her wished hat he could see her.

His dark brown ones contrasted to her chocolate light ones. He had stopped sniffing, only looking for some kind of sign that someone was there. That smell he had followed to where he was standing, he could tell, had emanated from here because it was where his nose tingled strongly. The smell was so close he swore someone was standing right in front of him, teasing and taunting his senses.

Close up, Hermione noticed that he was quite handsome with his rugged features; especially those cryptic eyes holding nothing but mystery and desperation. His hair was wildly long with a red streak and braided messily but it suited him. What she saw fascinated her. She felt some kind of force urging her to step closer towards his sturdy body.

Hermione watched him closely, breathing heavily but quietly, in and out, deep breaths of his aroma. The smell filled her nose and went straight through her brain. She closed her eyes as it did and she wished of everything happy and warm instead of the metallic smelling liquid to take over, but she unwillingly enjoyed it.

She opened her eyes, all of the brief fantasies dying away when she couldn't see anything in front of her. He was gone. Of course, how long did she think he would stay here sniffing and staring at nothing?

Just when she was about to heave a very deep sigh, a grunt sounded through her ears from beneath her. She nearly jumped back at the scene before her. The dark-haired stranger was upon her neck, still curious of the smell he had smelt and his hands were grazing through the air, feeling at nothing but air and perfume. He had been expecting to feel something…or someone there but to no avail. His nose just touched her nape but neither of them could feel each other. She saw the wards ripple gently and it brought her back to reality.

'Scabior, what the hell are you doing? C'mon' cried a gruff voice from somewhere near.

The man, she had guessed called Scabior quickly composed himself back to his tall frame and sneered at the voice that had interrupted his investigation. A last look at Hermione and a smirk, he turned on his heel and followed the others into the darkness.

She breathed a relieved sigh and shook her head to clear it. The feeling that rushed over her when he left had been more than relief, if she dared; it wasn't even relief but want. She wanted to look at his now familiar face that sent her a feeling of hope.

Oh, but she couldn't forget that seductive smirk he had flashed before running off in the other direction. It made her think if he really couldn't see her or just pretended that he didn't for amusement.

'Maybe he knew that the ward was there and knew how to get rid of it', Hermione thought.

But he didn't.

It sent chills down her spine, how she could have been so attracted to a man she didn't even know. He did work for Voldemort.

oOo

It was time. He could see her lovely form, her back to him and he couldn't wait to look at her face to face, and hold her against him.

She turned around, starting to walk up towards him.

He came out from the tree. 'Hello there, beautiful. Where d'you think you're going?' she looked shocked and frightened to be in his presence. She stepped a few steps back, and her little friends walked towards her reluctantly.

He didn't waver.

'Well, what you waiting for?' he shouted to his assistants, 'Snatch 'em!'

The chase was fast paced. Spells flew and blasted everywhere. He could see her wild hair a blur as she ran. The Snatchers were getting closer and closer, and Scabior was just a few metres from her. But boy oh, boy was she a fast one.

It was a pleasure for him to be given the honour of chasing such a beauty.

One of them tripped, falling downhill and she was forced to stop and turn to his aid.

Scabior smirked, then saw Fenrir Greyback grab her from behind and he held her against him, wand pressed to her petite form.

oOo

It was painful.

Her body writhed and curled upon the finely carpeted floor of Malfoy Manor. The sound of her voice rang through the younger witch's ears in despair.

'Crucio' Bellatrix screeched, and her hair shook wildly around her watching Hermione writhe in agony.

oOo

Scabior could hear his witch's screams. It rang through his ears like a loud bell and he shivered against the feel of his leather jacket. It was cold that night.

The other Snatchers with Fenrir Greyback had been sent out to do another quick job involving Muggles living a few minutes away from the manor. He had passed up the hunt, saying how tired he was for one night.

He stood alone, outside the doors to the room where Hermione was being totured. Hearing pleading screams from captives were like music to his ears and it never frightened him, but when he heard her beg Bellatrix to stop, it disturbed him how this girl could change everything in his mind.

It was her. The one smelling of summer roses that he started to obsess about since their 'encounter'. He had sensed some spell dividing him and her that night.

But now, he had found her. She was here, she was being tortured but she was beautiful. Her image was worth more than gold to him. He had plenty, and he would've swapped all of it just so he could hold her and make her his. He knew that would never happen.

He held his wand at his side, squeezing it and forbidding a silent thought at the back of his mind, but that thought was gradually becoming louder with each scream and question Bellatrix conceived.

The thought smashed through his mind and his arms moved like lightning, pushing the doors open and he felt several eyes land on him.

'What do you think you're doing? Get out!' Bellatrix's face contorted into an ugly grimace.

Scabior smirked, looked at the three Malfoy's stood a few feet behind the angry witch and shouted out a spell.

'Stupefy' the spell landed on Bellatrix's chest, sending her flying backwards and landing on the wall as she slid noisily to the cold floor.

Lucius Malfoy grabbed his son Draco's wand and attempted to point it at Scabior but he was too quick.

'Everte Statum' and the blond-haired wizard flew back, hit his head on a stone pillar and was knocked unconscious. His wife and son were too lost for words to do anything and ran to help him.

Scabior ran to Hermione, picked her up and apparated on the spot. Her body had been frail and tears were slowly dripping out of her eyes. Mudblood had been carved deep into her bloody arm, and she looked at him with frightened eyes but she was too weak to do anything, and as she closed her eyes, hoped that it was all her imagination running wild, desperation causing her to hallucinate about wild-haired Snatchers and the smell of roses.

They had come back to the same forest they had met, and he set her down beside a tree that she rest her head upon.

During that time, she opened her eyes slowly and found herself staring up at dark brown ones.

'Hello there, beautiful. Pleased to see me?'

A/N: Ok, so the title of this story is lyrics from my favourite song 'Bloodstream' by Stateless. It's such a beautiful tune you should go check it out!

I used some descriptions and quotes from Deathly Hallows and some from the movie but most of it is my own.

I think Scabior is a very confident, strong and attractive character and I fell in love with him when I saw him in the scene with the Ministry of Magic. My eyes just popped out of my head and I knew that I would be writing a fic about this guy.

And those scenes with Hermione, especially the perfume one, got me too hormonal and I then, as you can guess, fell in love with the pairing. The fact that Scabior works on Voldemort's side and Hermione is a part of the Golden Trio made everything work but Scabior didn't really get enough scenes in the movie as we thought he deserved so as FanFiction writers are very good at, I had to improvise just as you other authors with Scabior/Hermione stories. And then the magic began…

Scabior in this story will surprise you at times and as you have just read up there, Scabior saved Hermione? Yes, well Scabior is quite attracted to Hermione right now as we are to him. Hermione is kinda confused about why he saved her and they start bickering, arguing and acting like he isn't bad and she isn't one of the most wanted people in the wizarding world.

They are two very stubborn people and Hermione doesn't know what to think of him. It's kind of unbelievable but realistic, if you get what I mean because I imagined what they would be doing after this little chapter and when you read it, you think 'how would that ever happen?' but then when I think about it, it actually has a high chance of happening…and plus, its FanFiction so I can write whatever the hell I want…hah!

I don't know whether I should write this as a comedy or angsty because Scabior is quite funny but he's full of angst as well as the problem that they have with being from two rival sides, well how much angst can you make from that? Answer is a LOT.

So tell me which one you want and ask me any RELEVANT questions and I'll try my best to answer them without giving anything of my plot away.

-Justine H.