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You'll Lie and I'll Believe	By : EloiseAtThePlaza Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 8401 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns all Harry Potter characters, locations, aspects, etc. I do not make money from this fanfic.

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He was in a horrible mood. The skirmish at Malfoy Manor had severely damaged his reputation as a Snatcher. Lucius Malfoy had made it clear to Yaxley that Scabior was the one responsible for the Golden Trio's escape. In reality, he had quickly fled the manor after receiving a thorough beating from Bellatrix Lestrange. He understood Malfoy needed a scapegoat for the trio's escape, but he was furious that he had been blamed rather than that blundering idiot Wormtail.

After having groveled repeatedly to Yaxley, the head of Magical Law Enforcement, Scabior's punishment was the Cruciatus Curse. He was ordered to resume his job of snatching Mudbloods and blood traitors; Scabior went about this duty with renewed vigor. He had no idea where Fenrir and the other Snatchers had snuck off to after Malfoy Manor. He slept easier at night knowing the bloody gits would eventually suffer for deserting him.

Scabior was also in a foul mood on account of one Hermione Granger. She was a fine piece of meat despite her Mudblood status. If given the chance he would have dragged her off into the Forest of Dean and shagged her silly, preferably within earshot of her ginger boyfriend. The fact that he hadn't been given this chance and that she had escaped was too much to bear.

It was all because of that damn vanilla perfume. Since his first encounter with the intoxicating fragrance, he had become obsessed with tracking down the girl to whom the scent belonged. He was delighted to discover that an attractive young witch by the name of Penelope Clearwater was the owner of the smell. The icing on top of the cake had been his discovery of Penelope's true identity: the infamous Granger, Harry Potter's loyal Mudblood sidekick!

Scabior shifted his legs. The memories of Hermione Granger were making his trousers uncomfortably tight. Lounging in a tree did not improve this situation. With every attempt to find a more comfortable position his erection worsened, as though it was mocking his current predicament.

He was exhausted after another day of snatching. He desperately needed his sleep but Hermione Granger's lithe body plagued his every thought. To top it off, he was slowly losing his mind. He could still smell the vanilla perfume; it was as though the Granger girl was standing right below the tree.

Smiling at that notion, he resituated himself once again. This movement caused a crow to take flight from a nearby branch. He peeled open an eye, silently cursing the blasted bird for making such a loud noise.

That was when he heard the laborious breathing. He remained silent and listened. He wasn't crazy; someone was indeed standing right below him. He leaned over his branch to get a better look.

There was enough natural light left in the forest for him ascertain that the figure was a woman. Slanting his eyes and cocking his head to the side, he studied the individual closely. She had shoulder-length honey blonde hair. She was scanning the area in front of her, wand in hand. The intoxicating scent of vanilla wafted up into the branches and Scabior took one huge and satisfying whiff.

The realization hit him hard. Vanilla, blonde hair, slight figure…Granger? Oh, this was too good to be true. His day was indeed shaping up. Holding his breath in anticipation, he slowly slithered down from the tree and quietly landed behind her. He took one step toward her, his arm outstretched. A twig snapped beneath his boot.

Scabior was taken aback as the girl swung around to face him. He quickly realized that she wasn't Hermione Granger, although she did bear a striking resemblance to the Mudblood.

This girl was curvier and healthier than Granger. He recalled the Mudblood's gaunt features; several months on the run hadn't treated her figure well. The beauty standing in front of him had a wonderfully flushed face from strenuous exercise. Her clothes left little to the imagination. A form fitting t-shirt and running shorts accentuated her petite figure.

He cracked a wolfish grin and purred, "'Ello, beautiful." She gawked at him with eyes as big as saucers. He quickly grabbed her, pressing her body against his. He grabbed a lock of her hair and smelled it. Vanilla…how he loved the smell!

Cora momentarily went into shock. She was beyond disturbed. Her instincts finally took control when she felt him grope her body. She elbowed the stranger in the stomach. He grunted and loosened his grip enough for Cora to spin around and give him a hard kick between the legs. Her assailant fell to the forest floor in pain. Cora sprinted off without a backward glance to see if the man had regained his footing.

Cora raced through the forest, trying to keep one foot in front of the other. She needed to Disapparate; dusk had settled and she was having difficulty identifying her surroundings. As she briefly looked over her shoulder to scan the area, Cora's foot connected with a root. She fell to the forest floor and felt intense pain in her ankle accompanied by a terrible crack. She had somehow managed to land on her foot.

"Lumos." Cora whimpered, quickly shining her wand at her left foot to access the damage. She gingerly touched her ankle. It was throbbing.

She grabbed hold of a tree trunk and hoisted herself off the ground. She experimentally put some of her weight onto her left foot and immediately regretted it. She fell back down to the ground, the pain too agonizing to stand.

Cora awkwardly scooted around so that she was facing the direction from which she had fled. The light from her wand was too dim to see anything but a few feet ahead of her. She braced herself against the tree and held her wand defensively, ready to stun the man if he came towards her.

Scabior forced himself into an upright position, still groaning from the kick to the crotch. That bitch. If there was one thing he couldn't stand, it was when women used a move like that to completely disarm a male opponent.

"Homenum Revelio." he whispered. The girl was still in the forest, approximately 100 meters in front of him. He smirked with the knowledge that there was no way she could hide. He was a Snatcher. It was his job to sneak up on unsuspecting victims.

He stood up and brushed dirt from his plaid trousers. His body itched in anticipation; he was about to teach this witch a lesson.

What am I going to do? How can I escape? She was in too much pain to Disapparate, let alone stand. She knew plenty of healing spells to mend minor injuries, but she was almost positive her ankle was broken.

She tried to steady her breathing and keep quiet since he could probably hear her cries of pain. She cast Nox, submerging herself in total darkness. She concentrated her remaining energy on listening to the sounds around her, but all was quiet. No footsteps.

Cora exhaled a small sigh of relief. She was temporarily safe under the cover of darkness. Cora closed her eyes in an attempt to settle her nerves.

Abruptly a pair of gloved hands encircled her neck. Cora screamed but his painful grip tightened.

"Give me the wand."

Her entire body shook as she handed him her only weapon. He inspected her wand for a moment before placing it in his back pocket.

"You are a naughty, naughty girl. You should learn to be'ave yourself. It's impolite to assault a gentleman in that manner." he whispered, pulling her to a standing position. She cried out in pain.

"S-stop! I broke my ankle. It hurts to stand." Cora pleaded, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Is that right? Well, it 'urt when you decided to kick me in the family jewels, love." Scabior mused, letting go of the girl. She hit the ground with a thud and cried out once again.

He circled her like a hawk, observing her closely. He knew a few spells to fix broken bones but these enchantments often backfired. However, he was a Snatcher; life on the run had taught him the importance of quickly mending injuries regardless of the risky spells involved.

He crouched down and pointed his wand at her foot. Cora felt instant relief in her ankle. It was still horribly swollen and numb, but the pain was minimal.

Cora observed the man, sizing him up. The red armband he wore signified his position as a Snatcher. The bounty hunters were known for their strength and speed but not for their intelligence. Would she have enough time to catch him off guard and Disapparate?

He climbed on top of her and pinned her hands to the ground, seeming to read her thoughts.

"Don't test me, pretty. The nearest town is miles from 'ere and you're in no state to Disapparate. Let's 'ave us a bit of fun, yeah?" he smirked, closing the distance between his face and hers.

She could feel the rage coursing through her veins. Cora spat in his face and he reared back. He let out a guffaw of disbelief.

"You're a feisty one! It's going to be quite an adventure taming you, love."

Cora felt his hands wrap around her neck once more. She struggled, thrashing her limbs violently in an attempt to push him off. As she felt increasingly lightheaded, Cora realized there was no way she could fight him without the aid of a wand.

Scabior relaxed his grip as he felt the girl go limp, her body succumbing to the unconsciousness. He slid both hands under her body and effortlessly picked her up.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Chapter 3 might take awhile because I'm doing some major editing right now...I've decided Scabior needs to be a tad more sadistic ;)

Chapter title is from "Goin' Down" by The Pretty Reckless.
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