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A/N: This story is the sequel to my Rated T one shot fic called, No More Sunshine. If you haven't read that fic yet, please go to my profile and read it before you read this!

Hermione kept her eyes shut from the moment she fell that uncomfortable tug at her stomach knowing that she was apparating. Finally the nauseating feeling had been lifted as she felt her two feet land firmly onto something solid. She was afraid to open her eyes though, praying that she was just dreaming and should be waking up soon to find herself still in the tent with Harry and Ron and that being captured by a gang of snatchers and taken to Malfoy Manor; then being thrown into the arms of the leader who hadn't bothered to try and hide his interest in her. But when she felt a pair of arms slowly leave their hold on her, she realized that she wasn't dreaming. Hermione was still afraid to open her eyes, she didn't want to see the look on the man's face.

"Are you scared?" The man she heard Bellatrix call Scabior, spoke softly as he brushed the back of his hand down the side of her face, not noticing that she was shaking underneath his touch. "Open you eyes beautiful." He said. Hermione shook her head in defiance.

Suddenly, she let out a gasp in pain as she felt her head get pulled back as he grabbed a handful of her hair. "I don't really want to hurt such a pretty little thing like yourself unless you force me too." She could feel Scabior's hot breath against her face as he spoke "It ain't like I'm asking you to strip for me…yet. Now open them." He commanded sharply this time.

Hermione opened her eyes and they looked straight into his light blue eyes. His eyes were full of dark desire and amusement as he stared down at her, letting go of her hair so she could straighten herself. With a quick flick of his wand her winter coat flew off her body so that she was just wearing her thin tan colored turtle neck. Then he began to circle her, examining her, like most wild animals did before they went in for the kill. The way Scabior's trailed up and down her body in hunger made a shiver run up her spine. He continued to do this for a few minutes as if he were trying to decide where to start first. During this time, she took notice of the room she was in. It seemed like a normal bedroom in an old house, it reminded her of Grimauld Place. There was a queen sized bed just a few feet from her, with a bedside table on it's right side. There was a dresser opposite of the bed that had a couple of empty firewhiskey bottles on top and a cracked window besides it. She couldn't see anything as she tried to look out of it, it was too dark to be able to tell anything.

To the left of the room was two doors, one she guessed was probably the bathroom to this room, because the other door was wide open; she could see a darkened hallway. Hermione pretended that she hadn't noticed the opened door yet as Scabior wasn't looking at her face right then to know where her eyes had traveled to.

Finally, it seemed that he had figured out what he wanted to do and he took a single step towards her so now if she were to tip her head forward just a little, her nose would touch his chin. Scabior lifted his hand and trailed it down her side slowly "I'm going to love to hear you scream." He half whispered, looking down at her hungrily. At that, Hermione brought her knee to meet his groin and darted out the opened door hearing him let out a groan in pain.

She looked to her right and to her left. To the left, she could see a hallway with a few doors on either side that eventually led to a dead end. To the right she could see a set of stairs. Hermione took the right and ran down the staircase, taking to steps at a time as she tried to think of where the front door might be. From the room she was once in, she could hear Scabior let out a frustrated yell. She didn't want to even look back up the stairs to see if he had been following her yet and she ran forward as she saw what to be the front door. Grabbing it, she let out a cry of pain as the handle had suddenly turn a bright orange color and burn her hand. The snatcher above had already set up charms in the house that wouldn't allow her to escape. If Hermione wasn't panicking before, she was now.

Back up the stairs she could hear chucking, "So you want to play a game of cat and mouse beautiful?" Hermione pushed through one of the next closest door that she could find and went in to hide behind a dusty worn out loveseat that sat in the small room that didn't hold anything else besides a desk and a chair. "That's alright," she could hear him speak again and he sounded like he was no longer on the stairs "I always love to play with my food before I eat it." he chuckled more darkly this time.

Hermione pressed her back into the back of the loveseat and closed her eyes once more, hearing his footsteps near the room that she was hiding in. "Come out, come out, wherever you are." Scabior half sung. She heard him take a step into the room that was in, and then nothing. Hermione held her breath in case there was some possible way that he'd be able to hear her. Then, she heard him leave the room and back down the hall to check other rooms.

"I didn't like it when you kneed me in my privates sweetheart." Scabior called out from another room loud enough so that she could hear him no matter where she was. "I was going to go easy on you to be a gentleman, but I don't think I will anymore."

Not hearing his footsteps anymore, Hermione got up from her hiding place and walked to the door and peered out. She couldn't see him in the hallway anymore. She looked down the hallway and back to where the front door was, and she knew that it wasn't an option, and neither was going down the dark hallway that he was somewhere in. I wish I had my wand still. Hermione thought I can still find some sort of weapon to use though. She wasn't sure where to find a weapon in this house. The kitchen and any bathroom was most likely down the hall that she didn't want to travel down, and the only one she knew of was back up the stairs in the master bedroom of the house. Someplace that she didn't want to go back to, but she didn't have a choice.

Taking a step out of the door, she practically tip-toed her way to the stairs doing her best not to make noise. There was still no sign of him, besides the slight distant sound of boots against the wooden floor in one of the rooms down the hall. Hermione managed to step her way silently up about six steps and then a rather loud creak was made as she stepped onto the next step. She froze. The sound of boots became quicker and louder as she noticed Scabior half running back up the hallway and stopped short when he saw her on the staircase.

"Caught you." Scabior smirked in satisfaction taking off right up the stairs the same time Hermione ran back up the stairs and into the room, slamming the bedroom door shut behind her before opening the bathroom door. Just as she shut and locked the bathroom door she heard the bedroom door swing open. Hermione knew that the door being locked would do know good against the snatcher who had a wand, but it was the only thing of defense she could think of. She looked around the bathroom and didn't see a thing that she could use as a weapon, she thought about breaking the mirror but knew that wasn't an option when she had nothing to break it with, and damaging her own hands in the process wouldn't do her any good either. Looking behind her she saw a steel bar that was used to hang towels on. She jerked it off of its handles and held it tightly in her shaking hands.

Then she heard the soft, taunting, knocking on the door.

Her adrenaline finally stopped and the tears she had been holding in since she was first captured finally poured down her face. He was coming to get her, and he was going to be able to get her too. A steel bar wasn't going to do much against a wand, and she knew it. But she wasn't going to give up without some kind of fight.

"Beautiful." Scabior purred from the other side of the door.

"Go away!" Hermione screamed at the door as a few more tears leaked down her cheeks. "Go away and let me go!"

She could of swore that she heard him sigh as if he was tired of playing "cat and mouse" now, "Unlock the door." he said. "Please just let me go!" Hermione pleaded.

"Last chance, or I'll unlock it myself." Scabior warned.

"Please!" Hermione begged him, but she knew he was coming in, she heard the tiny click as the door became unlocked. The door opened slowly and Scabior stood there and grinned at her as if he had won some game. His eyes flickered to the steel bar just as she brought it up to swing at him. Scabior caught it effortlessly and yanked it from her grasps before throwing it onto the floor behind her.

"Are you still trying to hurt me sweetheart?" Scabior asked in a mock-hurt tone before grabbing her by the wrists and pulling her roughly against his chest. "I like it rough anyways." He grinned and then pinned her against the bathroom counter with his own body and began to tug off her turtle neck. Hermione struggled against him but in the end he half ripped it off of her in the struggle. He stared at her bra covered breasts in appreciation and then moved to her pants, bending over to quickly slip off her shoes and then unbuttoned her jeans, sliding them down her legs; throwing them off of her as well.

Scabior continued to pin her body against the counter as he undressed himself much more quickly than he did with her clothes. When he was finally stark naked against her smaller frame, he ripped off her black bra and lace panties. He picked her pink scarf that he had been wearing off of the ground and picked her up as well, ignoring her struggles against him as he walked them out of the bathroom and dropped her down onto the bed.

"Are you ready to play nice yet?" He looked down at her teasingly.

"Fuck off!" Hermione growled feeling her anger rise up in her and threw her head up to bite at his face before he slammed her back down onto the bed. Scabior pinned her wrists above her head with one hand and used the other to tie her scarf around them firmly together with the headboard of the bed.

Scabior licked his lips in anticipation as his hands began to roam up and down her body, grabbing onto her breasts roughly and squeezing her hips so hard that she knew that she was going to have bruises in the morning. He then grabbed her legs and placed them on both sides of his hips and he positioned himself against her as he bent his head down so that his lips could kiss hers roughly aggressively.

Breaking the bruising kiss, but still had them lightly touching he asked "Have you been touched before sweetheart?" When a tear fell down Hermione's cheek as she shook her head, Scabior smiled darkly "I'm going to enjoy this a lot more then." was all he said as he shoved himself forcefully without any gentleness into her before she could even protest.

Hermione screamed as she felt a wave of pain hit her, the waves continued to run through her as he continued to pound himself into her rhythmically as his arms moved underneath her back; his hand grabbed onto her shoulders from behind with an iron grip to help him move more swiftly. The tears broke free once again from Hermione's eyes as she kept begging him to stop, telling him that it was hurting too much, trying with all of her strength to break free from her old scarf but had no success. Scabior never replied to her, she felt him move his head down to suck on one of her breasts before kissing roughly back up her chest, up her collarbone, and then she felt his teeth trail along the crook of her neck, soon biting down vigorously into her flesh and drawing blood. This action caused Hermione to scream making her throat turn raw as her vocal chords seemed to have stretched themselves to far.

All of the pain was too much, she couldn't handle it. His teeth began to nibbled and bite other parts of her body and his hands held her waist down as she bucked against him in attempts to get him off. Scabior was so strong that Hermione felt as if he were going to break her bones if he squeezed any tighter.

She heard Scabior make a grunting noise and felt a feeling of warm liquid shoot up inside of her.

The pain that her body was in was unbearable, the last thing she remembered was feeling Scabior kiss her on the lips, pulling out of her, before falling into a deep sleep.

A/N: Well, after the long wait, I have presented to you the sequel for No More Sunshine! I hope you guys will enjoy reading this fic as much as I enjoy writing it. Chapter 2 will be up very soon. I plan on having at least a chapter or more up every week. I will give fair warning that this story will have some very dark moments, especially in the beginning. But things get much better as it moves forward! Let me know what you think about this chapter. Your reviews always help inspire me to continue writing!

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