A/N: This is an edited version, the grammar was awful so here you go :)
Hermione walked forward feeling empty, her favourite scarf in her hand. She stepped down a hill and paused at a large tree. Sighing, she brought the pink fabric to her nose, giving it a wistful sniff, before reaching around and tying it to the trunk.
"Are you sure about this?" Harry asked from behind her.
Hermione brushed away the hot tears that trickled down her cheek. She inhaled the cold air slowly and turned to him.
"This is the only way he'll find us." She answered simply. Ron was part of the Golden Trio and it felt like she had lost a brother without him.
"Hermione, this is dangerous," Harry paced the ground, "What if someone's there when we get back?"
"Yeah, it'll be Ron." She replied stubbornly.
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They had found Ron at Luna Lovegood's house. Hermione was mildly surprised to see he was smart enough to know where to look for answers. She mentally reminded herself to get the scarf from the tree before anyone else found it. Lovegood told them about the Deathly Hallows and how they were powerful. When they had learnt enough Hermione decided it was time to go.
"We really should be going." Hermione told him.
"No, you can't!" Lovegood exploded, knocking mugs and saucepans all over the floor.
Whimpering madly, he stumbled over to the door and collapsed against it, slowly turning around.
"Sir?" Harry asked timidly.
Xenophilius turned around.
"You're my only hope," After the silence let it sink in he continued, "You see they were angry about what I'd been writing. So they took her."
He watched the others' horrified expressions, "They took my Luna."
"My Luna," He repeated, moving forward. He gently rested a hand on Harry's head and pushed back his hair to reveal his fringe with a thumb.
"But it's really you they want." He whispered lowly, his white curtained hair hanging around Harry's face like a prison.
"Who took her, Sir?" Harry choked, already knowing the answer.
"Voldemort." He spoke the forbidden taboo and Death Eaters zoomed around the house from all sides.
They all fell to the floor as bits of ceiling shattered and rained down on them. Explosions of light confused Harry, but he managed to crawl over to Hermione and Ron. The second their hands touched they disapparated.
"Treacherous little bleeder." Ron cursed, his eyes narrowed in anger. They had landed in the steep hill of a forest which sloped into the side of a vast lake.
"Is there no one we can trust?" He asked louder.
"They kidnapped her because he supported me," Harry explained, taking the rucksack off, "He was just desperate."
"I'll do the enchantments." Ron muttered moodily as Hermione brushed herself down behind him.
He stalked down the hill to a flat surface but froze when a snatcher rose from below. Others appeared quickly, surrounding the trio. Harry scanned the group, making a mental note of how many there were.
"Hello, beautiful." A man to Hermione's right crooned. Her eyes travelled from his ruggedly handsome face to the pink scarf around his neck which he let his fingers drift over.
Her scarf.
He leant around the tree, making her stumble backwards slightly. All three suddenly made a bolt for the trees.
"Well don't 'ang about, snatch 'em!" He yelled, watching Hermione race up the slope.
The snatchers soon followed as they raced through the woods, curses flying in every which way. They ran for what seemed like an eternity, but no one was getting close to catching or escaping. Hermione paused to send a curse back which erupted with a cloud of black smoke and send two snatchers flying.
She saw Ron get hit by a curse of chains but she didn't dare stop – Harry was the key to ending the war, so he was the one who needed protecting the most.
Watching more approaching in the distance, Hermione slowed to a stop. She spun around and aimed a stinging jinx for Harry's face, making it instantly unrecognisable.
Hermione swooped down to retrieve his glasses and shove into the pocket of her coat.
"The Hallows exist," He blurted out, "But he's only after one of them, the last one. He knows where it is. He's gonna have it by the end of the night. He knows he has the Elder Wand."
Hermione didn't have time to reply as a pair of meaty hands grabbed the back of her coat and wrenched her away from Harry.
"Don't- Don't touch her!" Ron cried, just before he was punched in the stomach.
"Leave him!" Hermione wailed, as she watched Ron fall to the ground.
"Your boyfriend will get much worse than that...if he doesn't...learn...to be'ave 'imself." The snatcher with her scarf swaggered down the hill, giving her a triumphant smirk full of danger.
Hermione's stomach rolled.
He would have liked to ignore the ugly one and the ginger and move straight onto the one who caught his eye. The girl. But he was working and didn't lose his cool over a piece of soft flesh to be bruised.
Scabior walked over to Greyback who was patting the ugly one down. He quickly located a wand and threw it over his shoulder to another snatcher.
"Jesus Christ, what 'appened to you?" Scabior jeered, eliciting snickers from his men. Greyback turned his head but Scabior dismissed him.
"I-"
Scabior cut him off, "What's ya name?"
"Dudley. Vernon Dudley." Harry answered quickly.
Greyback tightened his grip and leaned in, "I don't believe you." He flashed Harry a lecherous grin, making his stomach roll. He had heard rumours that Greyback's preferences weren't really that particular, some of his victims being men of all ages.
"Tha's enough," Scabior pushed Greyback back slightly, "We'll come back to 'im."
Scabior's eyes wandered over to Hermione, "Maybe when his memory returns."
Hermione started to shake. She made a snap decision as Scabior neared. Run.
Hermione twisted around and jutted her knee up, making her captor double over. She took her wand and kicked him deftly in the chest, sending him sprawling. Ron and Harry cried out for her to go as fast as she can.
Hermione jumped over his lifeless body and bolted from the scene. She weaved in and out of trees and didn't dare look back.
Scabior cursed under his breath, "I'll get her; you stay 'ere. Sort out handsome and ginger."
As he leapt after her a smile creeped up onto his crafted features, he couldn't express how much he liked playing cat and mouse.
They sprinted through the forest, Scabior giving her just enough space to evade him, but as the trees started to thicken it would be harder to follow, so he sped up.
Hermione was suddenly jumped on and pushed to the ground. She landed with a thud, Scabior's weight crushing her. They were both still close enough to the camp to be heard and when Hermione cried out the shouts of anguish returned were audible.
"Don't touch her you piece of scum!" Ron bellowed.
"Don't worry, she'll like it." Scabior called back, returning his attention to the irresistible innocent girl underneath him. He had been waiting for the boys back at camp to yell out their real names, so their lady friend wouldn't get hurt, but it seems she wasn't important enough.
Scabior shifted so he straddled her waist, his legs pinning her arms to the ground. He leant over, his dirty hands next to her hair which was splayed out on the cold forest floor.
"You a virgin?" He asked, a smile playing on his lips.
Hermione blushed furiously and tried wriggling but to no avail.
"That's not gonna work, love, and ya know it." Scabior taunted, bringing one hand up to stroke her jaw line, and then her neck. His fingers ran across her collarbones and slid towards her jumper, pulling it down.
"Please don't." She said in a shaky voice, a single tear escaping towards her hair line.
"Don't what?" He cocked his head to one side, a strand of red streaked hair tickling her face.
"Just please don't hurt me." She pleaded quietly, turning her head to one side.
"Oh, but I'd love it if you screamed for me." He growled, and with that Scabior flicked out his wand and stripped her down to her underwear; some blue cotton underwear and a red and white striped bra. Scabior watched as goosebumps erupted along her pale skin. Hermione began to shiver from the cold.
Scabior placed his wand back inside his jacket and leaned in to nip playfully at her neck, grinding his hips into hers. Hermione murmured for him to stop but he never did, his kisses getting harder and going further.
Scabior sat back up and ripped her flimsy bra off, making her cry out in surprise and embarrassment.
Ron heard this and yelled out once more, "GET OFF HER RIGHT NOW OR I SWEAR TO-"
Scabior and Hermione heard a couple of thumps and then silence.
His hands flew to her pert breasts which were, in his opinion, perfect. He slid his thumb over a nipple and watched her pupils dilate in pleasure. Hermione couldn't move her arms but she pressed her thighs together as his fingers worked at her body, making that familiar feeling grow in her stomach. If she had to describe it she would say it was like a spring being wound tighter and tighter.
Scabior released her arms but used his wand to pin them above her head.
"What are you doing?" Hermione asked breathlessly, eyes wide.
"What, you don't think I'd get you all wet an' leave you like this, did ya?" He chuckled darkly.
Scabior's hands roamed down over her stomach and downwards still, slowly peeling off her blue cotton knickers.
"So innocent." He whispered, watching her hips shake in anticipation and dread as he pulled them down around her knees.
"I'm only gonna ask you once more. Are you a virgin?" He asked, hoping desperately that she was because if she was then he could claim her for his own.
"No." Hermione asked almost inaudibly.
"'Ow many times, then?" He relented.
"Once." Hermione's answer was music to his ears.
"Good, you'll be all lovely an' tight then." Scabior grinned before thrusting a finger up into her, making Hermione arch her back.
She let out a small moan as he circled her nub with his thumb, watching as she writhed around in pleasure.
"So responsive." He muttered as he pushed her further into the dirt beneath them. As soon as her eyes rolled back into her head as she was reaching the peak he quickly withdrew his hand and undid his trousers.
Hermione didn't have time to protest as he grabbed her hips and slammed into her, eliciting a full scream which made the back of his neck tingle.
"Scream again." He ordered, slamming in harder and harder with each thrust and bruising her skin with his fingers digging at her hips. Hermione unwittingly complied, being spurred on by his grunts and moans.
As they came to a close, Hermione's world exploded and she burst with a final scream, waves of pleasure racking her bones. Scabior rolled onto the ground next to her for a few minutes, catching his breath. He then redressed them both and siphoned away the dirt.
Scabior threw her over his shoulder as she was too exhausted to protest. The other men were standing there waiting, smug looks on their faces.
"What's all this, then?" He asked, unceremoniously dropping Hermione at his feet, earning a growl from Ron.
"It's 'arry Potter, Scab." A snatcher stepped forward, grasping his black hair. The jinx had by now long worn off and Harry had returned to his infamous self.
"Well this is a good day for Scabior." Scabior muttered under his breath, a devilish smile on his cruel lips.