It had been a week and a half since Harry had defeated Voldemort, and since Hermione had left all of her dear friends for a snatcher. Scabior had brought her to a cottage, that was very similar to the one that she had been in before, except that this cottage was settled in a different scenery. It stood just at the edge of the large trees, only a slight distance away from a large lake. In the distance she could see all of the mountains that had surrounded her. The view was breath taking. She could wake up in the morning and glance out the window and always be greeted with the beautiful scenery. Inside the cottage was similar, yet different from the previous one. There was a large enough kitchen that could probably hold about ten people or so, that had a dining room connected. It was decorated with paintings of birds flying through the sky and a few plants. The dining table wasn't too big, but it was comfortably large enough for two people to sit and eat; it wasn't like they'd be expecting company anyways. The living room had a large light gray couch that was in the middle of the room, placed in front of a red brick fire place, a small coffee table sat between the two. There was a light gray recliner in the corner of the room, a few feet from it was a bookshelf. On the wall to the right of the couch, was a piano with a clear vase filled that had two tulips in it.

Down the hallway, was three doors the led into a closet, the bedroom, and the spare room. On the walls of the hallway were some paintings of different places. One was of Diagon Alley, it was busy full of people again with care free faces. Another was over looking Hogwarts and the surrounding area. The third painting, was of the sky; sometimes you would see an occasional flock of birds, or clouds make their way through. Hermione knew what kind of paintings these were. It was as if they were a peaceful way of showing her what was really going on at her favorite places. Whatever happened in what the paintings could show, she'd be able to see but not hear. Which was enough for her.

The spare room was her favorite room of the cottage really. It was as if it was made especially made for her. In the middle of the room was a desk with a comfortable chair behind in. In the drawers were parchments, inks, and quills in case she ever felt the need to write anything. Lined against the room were bookshelves stuffed with bookshelves. A window was to the right of the room that gave her the view of the forest. All this room needed was a bed and she'd be set. Of course, that's what the bedroom was for. Inside the master bedroom was a large queen-sized bed. The entire bed set was a dark burgundy, both the pillows and bed itself felt like laying on a cloud. An oak dresser was on the wall to the right of the bed, on top of it were two photos. One of her with Ron and Harry that was taken in their first year of Hogwarts. The other was a picture of her parents smiling, and holding each other in a warm embrace. A window was next to the dresser that gave her the view of the lake and the mountains. To the left of the bed was a door that led into the large bathroom that seemed to be a replica of the one before.

Even though this cottage was owned to a previous wizard who had died some months ago, Hermione thought her new home was truly beautiful and she didn't have a complaint in the world with the idea that she was going to be living here for the rest of her life with the man that she loved. Which reminded her how Scabior wasn't even there with her. The night that he apparated with her to this place, they only shared a few minutes together. He explained to Hermione that no doubt the Ministry was already going to start a search for him especially, so he had to do a bit of work that would lead them on a false trail about his whereabouts for quite sometime. Because they both really knew that he wasn't much of an all time threat, so after a while the search would devolve into a less important matter to the Ministry. As much as she wanted to tell him that she didn't want him to leave her alone, she couldn't bring herself to say it. Scabior did however, gave her a long and meaningful kiss with a promise of his return soon. With a blink and a sound of a 'crack', he was gone away from Hermione again.

Most of the time she spent reading her books in the spare room, playing the piano, and no doubt she spent a lot of time in the kitchen perfecting her cooking skills. Which improved greatly in her opinion.

Right now though, she took a long walk around the bank of the lake. Occasionally throwing a pebble or two into the water, sometimes she'd see fish jump out of the water. She was walking back towards her cottage now, humming a small little tune. The weather out seemed to be perfect. So she had on a simple pair of dark blue jean shorts with a violet colored tank top; her feet were bare since the bank of the lake was quite sandy like a beach and sometimes she'd glide her feet into the cool water. Her hair was pulled back into a pony tail. I wonder what I should make myself for lunch today? Hermione thought to herself. Perhaps just a small piece of strawberry shortcake wouldn't be so bad.

She was finally back to where it would be just a little distance for her to make from the lake back to the cottage. She looked into the water, it seemed a nice day out, she maybe a brief swim for a minute or two wouldn't hurt, the food could always wait. So she removed her shorts and was halfway of removing her tank top when she felt as if eyes were boring into her. Hermione pulled the top back down and looked behind her. All she could see was the cottage and the forest, but she didn't see anyone. She rolled her eyes at herself, figuring she was just being a bit paranoid and took the top off and slide herself into the water in just her undergarments.

After swimming for about what seemed to be ten minutes, she walked out of the water and after a few minutes of drying herself in the sun, she dressed herself in her clothes again and walked back up to the cottage. She slowed her walking slightly, sensing the same feeling she had before about someone watching her. But she still didn't see anyone around. "Alright Hermione, stop it already. There's no one for miles and miles around besides the animals." She told herself, maybe some food in her stomach would calm the paranoia.

She walked into the cottage and made a beeline directly towards the kitchen and opened the fridge to make herself the tasty treat she had been thinking of earlier. A confused look was etched on her face. The strawberries weren't in the drawer that she left them in. Hermione moved around and searched the whole fridge but she couldn't find a single strawberry. That's weird, she thought I know I haven't ate any since last night, and I know I had some left. Hermione closed the fridge and placed her hands on the counter, tapping at it with her fingers impatiently. First she's felt as if she's being watched, now the strawberries aren't to be seen. What if she was going mad? Being alone for a certain amount of time can make people start imagining things. It was logical enough. She was snapped out of her train of thought when she heard a tiny 'click' that sounded like it came from the bedroom. This time though, Hermione wasn't going to just ignore her paranoia. Just to prove to herself that she was indeed going mad, she walked out of the kitchen and down the hallway to the room. Now she paused right at the entrance of the room, the door was open. Hermione always closed her door. Warning signs were flashing in her head, but she ignored it and walked into the room. The door slammed shut behind her.

"What the h-!" Hermione let out but a hand clamped itself over her mouth covering her scream and an arm wrapped itself around her keeping her still. "Hello beautiful." The voice was all to familiar and she relaxed herself, it was Scabior. "Did you miss me?" He asked, humor was clear in his voice as he kissed at her neck. He let go of her and she turned to face him. He looked the same as he always did, his hair seemed a bit more messier, but she ignored that small detail. His signature cocky, smirk was planted on his face. Hermione didn't know whether if she wanted to kiss him for missing him so much or punch him for scaring her. She chose the second option as she took a step towards him and punched him in the arm a few times. "How dare you scare me like that!" She yelled. Scabior let out a chuckle "So I take it you did miss me then?" he cocked his head to the side mockingly.

Before Hermione had the chance to take another swing at him, he backed away and sat on the edge of the bed. That's when she noticed that beside him was her bowl of strawberries. So I wasn't going mad after all. She thought briefly. Scabior grabbed one from the bowl and popped it into his mouth, looking her body up and down, not bothering to hide that he liked what he saw. Hermione felt her cheeks turn red at the sudden attention and stood there awkwardly. Scabior raised his eyebrows in a seducing looking way and raised his hand, making a gesture with his index finger for her to come to him. She swallowed and walked slowly to him. She stopped once she was right in front of him, not really too sure on what to do next. Even though they had been together already before, this time Hermione truly felt nervous. Scabior smirked at her innocence and grabbed her from behind and lifted her so that she straddled his waist. He buried his face into the crook of her neck, while his hand reached up from behind her and pulled her hair from it's pony tail. "You looked so irresistible earlier when you went for a swim." He whispered, kissing at her neck softly "I just apparated back when I saw you walking, then when you started to strip, I couldn't help but watch that little show." His hand snaked its way up her shirt and ran itself up and down her waist line.

"I thought someone was watching." Hermione spoke, her voice quivering a little, feeling a warm sensation in her stomach. "Oh yes," Scabior breathed "It took everything I had not to come out and just take you right there in the water." Hermione could feel him grow hard from underneath her. "But I thought surprising you seemed a bit more fun."

"I thought I was going insane you know." She snapped half heartedly. "Which was what made it all the more fun." He chuckled again. Hermione was going to say something but Scabior had already placed a strawberry at her lips. "Shhh my lovely," He whispered gently as she took a bite from it. "I'd like to play with what's mine again." Something about what he said made her shiver in delight. Scabior lifted the tank top off her body and lowered his head to kiss at her bra covered breasts. He moved the bowl further up the bed so that it wouldn't fall off the edge, and laid himself back onto the mattress. Hermione stared down at him with a confused look.

"Take it off." He ordered.

Without hesitation Hermione reached behind her back and un-latched her bra, letting her breasts hang freely from the lacy garment that she had now tossed onto the floor. Scabior made a low hum of appreciation as he ran his hands up her body until each held the perfectly shaped breasts and gave them a tight squeeze. He leaned back up and placed his mouth over her nipple and sucked on it lightly, occasionally flicking it with his tongue earning a gasp from Hermione each time. Feeling as if things were a bit unfair, she moved her owns hands to slide his coat off of him and continued to do the same with the rest of his clothing until he was only wearing his pants and boots. Scabior lead a trail of kisses from her breast up her neck and then his lips meeting with her own soft lips, the kiss was light, yet it held such tenderness. His hands moved to the hem of her shorts, unbuttoning them; and then he tugged down on them slightly to give her the hint that he wanted them off. Breaking the kiss, Hermione climbed down off of him and stood back on the wooden floor, letting her jean shorts slide down her legs, doing the same with her panties.

Scabior felt himself grow painfully hard as he stared at her gorgeous naked body. He kicked off his boots and stood up from the bed to remove his pants and briefs. Hermione blushed a much deeper shade of red as she finally took her real first look as his fairly large appendage. He stepped towards Hermione and lifted her up by her ass and carried her back to the back and laid her down carefully, climbing himself on top of her. He sat up and looked down at Hermione, the sunlight that was coming from the window made her body glow in beauty.

"So beautiful…" Scabior murmured mostly to himself.

A slight devious thought came to Hermione's mind as she grabbed a strawberry from the bowl that was by them and trailed it up her body slowly, knowing Scabior was watching, until she finally brought it to her mouth and nibbled on it. Scabior smirked. His little rabbit was teasing him, and it was working too. He grabbed the bowl and placed it on the side table that was beside the bed and bent himself over so he could take his own bite out of the strawberry that was still poking out of Hermione's mouth. He continued to down on the fruit until his lips touched hers. "Mmm, delicious." She giggled into his lips as she swallowed her own half of the strawberry.

Scabior couldn't help but smile himself and wrapped his strong arms around her bare waist, looking deep into her chocolate brown eyes with his light blue ones. That's when he crashed his lips back down onto hers with as much passion as he could muster. His tongue creeped itself at her lips, asking for entrance. When she opened her lips up for him, both of their tongues at first seemed to dance together until the heat of their passion turned it into a battle for dominance. Distracting her with the kiss, she didn't realize how Scabior's hand was sneaking it's way to her womanhood, his fingers began to play with her clit causing Hermione to let out a loud moan in response. He continued his technique for a while, enjoying the sound of her mews of pleasure. He could tell that she was about to reach her climax, but he wasn't going to let her off that easy. So he removed his hand and laughed darkly when she moaned in dissatisfaction. Figuring she had enough, Scabior moved himself so he was positioned to enter her. He was caught off guard of course when all of the sudden Hermione jerked up and pushed him down on his back so that she was sitting on top of him this time.

Scabior raised a brow in amusement and curiosity "Something on your mind love?" he asked. Hermione didn't say anything and only responded by giving him a coy smile as she kissed lightly down his well toned body. Finally her lips reached it's target. Her tongue darted out of her mouth and licked Scabior's hard erection from the base to the tip. She could feel it jump slightly from the touch of her tongue. In one swift motion, she shoved his member into her mouth which caused Scabior to groan. It took everything she had not to smile, happy that she finally got a reaction out of him. She continued to move her mouth up and down his penis, tightening her lips and moving her tongue around it as she did so. Scabior was gripping the sheets tightly with his fists and would let out a moan from time to time.

Just as he felt like he was about to release in her mouth, she pulled away. He opened his eyes to look up and see that Hermione was giggling. A part of him was annoyed because she had stopped, the other part of him was amused because she was doing the same thing he had done to her. With his mind swirling and his erection was becoming painful, he couldn't find the time to make a comment to Hermione. She didn't even have time to blink, before she knew it she was back on her back again with Scabior on top. He lifted her legs with his arms and slide his appendage into her. Both of them let out a moan simultaneously. Scabior thrusted himself in and out of Hermione at a steady pace. She made a small whimper, silently begging him to move faster.

"Beg me." Scabior breathed, moving in and out of her slower.

"Scabior…" Hermione moaned. "Scabior…please."

He couldn't take it anymore, the way she moaned his name was enough to drive him over the edge, but he managed to control himself before he could though. Almost immediately he pumped into Hermione as fast and hard as he could. She was moaning his name more loudly this time, arching her back, her bare breasts pressing into his chest. Hermione her arms and legs wrapped around his body as tight as she could, as if she slackened her grip just a little, she'd fall into a black hole of nothingness. Beads of sweat covered both of their bodies, the heat intensifying their love making. Scabior buried his head into the crook of Hermione's neck, his arms reaching behind her to get a better grip as he slammed himself into her; grunting with every thrust. After a few minutes, Hermione finally let out a cry of ecstasy, her body shaking in pleasure as she finally reached her climax. A couple of thrusts after her climax, Scabior finally reached his own and let out a throaty moan as his came inside of her. Both of them laid there for while, just heavily breathing, neither of them moving.

Breaking the silence, Scabior moved his head to kiss Hermione on the lips before saying, "I love you."

Hermione's heart skipped a beat. Wondering at first if she had heard him correctly. She knew that she loved this man, why else would she have gave up her future by being with him? But she never knew if he really loved her back or not, since neither had really spoken about it after she had confessed her love for him back at Hogwarts. Now she knew though, that he did love her. "I love you too." She responded, figuring there had been a long enough pause.

Scabior rolled off of Hermione and onto his back, pulling her naked body next to his and pulling the covers over them; kissing the top of her head lightly. "I'm glad you chose me." He said.

Hermione craned her neck upwards so that she could look into his eyes, "I'm glad too." She responded. Which she was. If you look at the situation from far away, most people would wonder why she would've given up everything she knew before for this man. Kingsley and Ron were both right about him, he was responsible for most deaths and tortures that were inflicted on wizards and witches; he would've taken Ron and especially Harry to Voldemort the first chance he'd gotten. Scabior had kidnapped her even, and not long after that he raped her. She shuddered inwardly at the memory. It was something she wanted to push back into the farthest depths of her mind. Hermione decided a while ago that it was best to leave it and never recover the memory again. It was something she believed neither her or Scabior would ever bring up, they would take it to their graves.

When she decided to leave Hogwarts with Scabior, she chose to leave behind the only friends she had ever really known. She chose that she would probably never look for her parents, but then again she was quite sure that they were very happy with their lives in Australia; childless and having no memory of Hermione whatsoever. She knew when leaving with Scabior, she would never have a job at the Ministry of Magic. But the hardest thing about her decision was that she knew that she would probably never see Ron or Harry again. So even though she left everything behind. Hermione didn't regret her choice though. Because she knew that she really loved Scabior. A part of her wasn't really sure why though. No doubt there was an age difference between the two of them. Then again, age is nothing but a number.

Maybe she loved him because the way she felt safe with him, that signature arrogant smirk he would always have on his face, or maybe how he always kept her guessing. Either way, Hermione was in love with him.

She kissed him on the corner of his mouth, "Did you think I wasn't going to leave with you?" she asked.

Scabior looked at her and nodded stiffly. "There was a part of me that didn't think you'd really come with me." He said, his hand rubbing circles on her back. "I don't know what I would've done if I lost you again."

It was true too. For the first time since he was a child, he was afraid. He had known the moment that Voldemort was struck down that they would come for him eventually. Not that he was a real big supporter of the dark wizard, but he thought it could've been easier if he killed Potter. No doubt his bosses would grant him the girl for all of his work. But when he sat on the staircase at the school with Hermione and saw her friends and the Ministry workers come their way, he knew what they wanted. A part of him was going to apparate away right there with the girl, since he kidnapped her before he'd do it again. Of course, he had loved her too much to do that to her. He would let her decide what she wanted to do. And he was scared about her choice because he had really believed she would let them take him away. If she didn't decide to go with him, he probably would've let them take him. It would've been better for him to be locked up. Because if he roamed free knowing that his little rabbit didn't care if he sat in Azkaban or not, he would've gone on a rampage. Killing anyone that was involved in her life. But when she squeezed his leg and looked into his eyes with that pleading look, he knew she didn't want him to go to Azkaban, she wanted to be with him.

And if he weren't in such a big hurry to leave, he probably would've kissed her right there in front of that red headed boy. Scabior made a sly smile. That Weasley wasn't completely dim. With him knowing that Hermione had taken off with a snatcher who he'd tried to kill not too long before that, and knowing what they'd do together; it was enough for Scabior. It was a better victory than taking the jealous red head out with his wand.

Scabior's thoughts disappeared when he felt Hermione stretch against him. "You never have to worry about losing me," she said "I have my own personal library here, it's the best a girl can ask for." Scabior laughed and kissed the top of her head again. He knew she was being a smartass with him. Perhaps he was rubbing off on his little rabbit.

Hermione smiled at her own comment before yawning. She looked out the window that was on the other side of the room and could see that it was still bright and sunny out. It wouldn't for her to take a short nap though. She knew that she would fall asleep in the arms of the snatcher that she loved, and wake up the same way. It would be like this every day and night for her. With that thought in her head, she leaned up to give Scabior a soft kiss one more time, having one final thought in her head before drifting off into sleep.

She wouldn't change this for anything in the world.

AN: Well there you go folks! The final chapter of Save Me. I hoped you all enjoyed my story. Be sure to keep an eye on my profile. The sequel to No More Sunshine is on it's way as well as a few other Scabior/Hermione stories I've been working on. I'd like to thank each and every one of you who reviewed and gave me your honest opinions! Please review this final chapter for me. I personally favor this chapter myself. But let me know what you think! Oh, and if ya'll see any errors in this, I apologize! I have Microsoft Word Processor so it doesn't edit as well as Microsoft Office does. I'll be sure to read over this chapter probably in a little while and if I see errors, I'll fix it. Until then, please have patience for any errors you may spot!

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