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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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Benjamin Potage looked up from his dinner plate and surveyed his wife. Her furrowed brow and untouched dinner signified her worry over their daughter's absence.

"Where is she?" he demanded.

Alinor met his gaze. She had kept secrets from him for years. He wanted her to pay for hurting and lying to him but his hatred vanished whenever she entered a room. She was the love of his life. He wanted desperately to close the distance between them and pull her close. His heart ached to see her so upset and out of sorts.

"I don't know. I've contacted St. Mungo's and her supervising Healer said she left two hours ago."

Benjamin looked over at the clock on the mantelpiece. It was 7 o'clock.

"You don't suppose she went to visit a friend for the night?" he asked, because he wasn't sure what else say. It had been a long time since he'd comforted his wife.

Alinor stared at him as if he was insane. "No. That isn't like her. Cora always tells me if she's going to be running late."

He slammed his fork down on the table and she jumped. "Enough. If you're this worried I'll go out and search for her myself."

He stood up from his dining chair at the same moment as Alinor. "Ben, this isn't about me. Our daughter is missing. Anything could have happened to her. She could be hurt, kidnapped-"

"Enough!" Mr. Potage bellowed. He was at his wits' end with his wife. He needed to leave. He couldn't stay in this house any longer. He couldn't bear to hear her soft voice calling his name again.

"I'll go out and ask around. You stay here in case she decides to grace us with her presence."

He stomped out of the dining room, leaving his tearful wife wringing her hands.

Cora stirred from her slumber. It was dark but a warm fire illuminated the area around her. I must have fallen asleep in Papa's study again, curled up with a book.

Her body was sore from sleeping on the floor. She yawned and lifted her arms for a stretch. It was with this movement that she realized her hands were magically tied together. She looked down at her feet. Her ankles were bound as well. Unwelcome and horrifying memories came back to haunt her; sprinting through the trees, trying to evade her predator. Losing her balance and tumbling to the ground.

Cora sat up with a start. She was still in the forest somewhere. The warm glow was from a campfire rather than a fireplace. She frantically looked around for her captor, the smoke from the campfire burning her eyes.

Scabior heard faint rustling and the satisfying sound of the girl's heavy breathing. His Granger look-alike was awake. He turned his back to the campfire, facing her.

After Scabior had rendered the girl unconscious, he had exercised extreme willpower in not taking advantage of her delicious body. True, he had screwed many unconscious victims in the past. This one was different. He couldn't explain it, really. He needed to hear the witch's moans and look into her eyes as he took her innocence.

"Well well well. Sleeping Beauty 'as finally awoken from 'er deep sleep. 'Ow are you, lovely?"

Cora stilled, glowering at her captor. She remembered his hands around her throat, robbing her lungs of precious oxygen. He was a monster.

"Untie me at once or I'll scream!" she threatened. He chuckled at this warning and her temper flared.

"Don't exert yourself. I've made sure that no one in the area can 'ear us."

She ignored him and let out an ear piercing scream. Her voice didn't carry around the forest. He had definitely cast a muffling enchantment. She swallowed the rising lump in her throat. Don't cry, don't cry, she thought.

He got up from his log and stalked over to her location. Cora scooted back as much as she could. He lowered himself onto his haunches.

"Don't come any closer. I'm warning you!" she yelled.

"You listen 'ere! I won't come any closer if you stop your yelling! 'earing you screamin' bloody murder sets me nerves on edge. I just want to talk…for now," he assured her.

"I don't want to talk to you. I'm not giving you any information. Whatever you plan to do…just get it over with," she inwardly cringed, realizing the stupidity of her suggestion the moment she finished talking.

The Snatcher considered her offer, stroking the stubble on his chin. "Fair enough. I thought you would appreciate a bit of romance before the big event. Oh well. To each 'is own," he muttered, crawling towards her.

Cora's eyes widened. "No! Please. I take that back. Yes, I'll talk to you. I'll tell you anything. Please."

"I thought so."

He backed away from her and found a comfortable sitting position on the ground. He crossed his legs and cocked his head to the side. "Well? What's your name, lovely?"

Cora considered giving him a false identity but she didn't see any point. She had nothing to hide. Snatchers hunted Muggle-borns and blood traitors. She was from a reputable pure-blood family.

"Cora Potage." she said, surveying his face to see if he recognized her family name.

"Ah. Your family owns the Cauldron shop on Diagon Alley, correct? You must be filthy rich." he said with a sly smile, baring his teeth.

Cora was surprised to see he owned a set of straight, pearly whites. She assumed his dental hygiene would coincide with his grungy appearance.

"No. Not really. We're well-off but live a humble life."

The Snatcher snorted at this answer, gesturing to the forest around him. "Compared to this, you're filthy rich."

Cora didn't argue. Further enticement would cause him to lash out.

"I take it you've completed your seventh year at 'ogwarts, dearie?" he asked.

Cora was grateful for the change of subject. "Yes. I finished two years ago."

"Your 'ouse?"

"Ravenclaw."

He raised his eyebrows, surprised that she wasn't a Gryffindor. Her incredible nerve was a defining trait of that particular house.

"And what are you doing nowadays? Do you 'ave a job? Are you sharing your life with a…special someone?" he asked.

Cora didn't miss the mischievous twinkle in his eyes. He was revolting. She wanted to slap the smug smile off his face. "I work at St. Mungo's."

"And?"

"I'm a trainee Healer."

"I meant about the boyfriend, love."

Cora glared at him, "I don't have a boyfriend. I've never had one."

He scoffed, closing the space between them. She lifted her chin in defiance and raised her bound hands, an obvious sign for him to stay where he was.

"'ow is that possible, love? Surely some lucky bastard 'as won your affections?"

"No, I've told you. I've never dated. Can we please change the subject?"

"Easy, darlin'. No need to get defensive. I just want to know a bit about you."

"Well, there's nothing to tell. You're wasting your time!" she huffed.

Scabior relished in the way this topic of conversation made her so uncomfortable. His breath hitched as he noticed her slight blush. Merlin, she was gorgeous. He noticed her eyes were a gray-blue color. They looked lovely, even when she was giving him that icy look of hers.

Maybe that was her problem; she was a proverbial ice queen. No wonder she was single. Her frigid demeanor was enough to deter any unpracticed Hogwarts bloke from initiating flirtatious conversation. Scabior chuckled at the thought. She was in for a surprise, for he was neither unpracticed nor a schoolboy; he was nearly thirty and very experienced with the fairer sex.

"'ere's a change of subject: do you know 'ermione Granger? You bear an uncanny resemblance to the Mudblood."

Cora winced at the derogatory term. "Yes, I've been told I look like her. She was in her fifth year when I was in my seventh. She's a brilliant and brave witch, top of her class at the school." she said defensively. Although Cora had never been particularly close to her younger schoolmate, she admired Hermione.

"Judging by your attitude I'm guessing you were at the top of your class as well?"

Cora nodded. "I was Head Girl."

He bit his lip, trying to contain his laughter. "Perfect, beloved 'ead Girl, eh? I used to terrorize your sort at school, love."

"And I used to make sure your sort received detention for your terrorizing."

He threw his head back and laughed. She was witty and terribly adorable. She probably thought she was being mean to him, but he secretly loved this type of banter.

Cora didn't say anything. She was being completely serious about the terrorizing. She knew his type: the Slytherin who loved to tease and bully others. His job as a Snatcher was no different. It was pathetic, really.

He stopped laughing and studied her for a moment. His close observation made Cora's skin crawl.

"You're much more beautiful than 'ermione Granger, I think."

She shot him a look of disgust. Did he honestly think she was going to fall for his compliments?

He sighed, looking away from her for a moment. "Admittedly you both 'ave the same smell. It's peculiar, really. Everyone 'as their own unique scent, but you two smell the exact same," he looked up and their eyes locked, "Vanilla. That's what you two smell like. It's intoxicating."

Cora's heart did an uncomfortable summersault. "How do you know what Hermione Granger smells like?"

"I snatched Granger, Weasley and Potter a few days ago. Took 'em to Malfoy Manor meself."

Cora's eyes widened. This man had turned Harry over to the Dark Lord?

"Where are they? Are they alright? How could you-"

"Relax, love. The trio escaped from Malfoy Manor. Trust me, I know. I 'ad me arse beat for it."

Cora couldn't contain her anger. It served him right, putting her classmates in danger! Harry Potter was the chosen one; his demise meant an end to the wizarding world as she knew it.

"You deserved it," she muttered, distaste written all over her face.

Rage flared in Scabior's eyes. Who did this frigid bitch think she was, telling him he deserved to be punished? He growled deep in his throat and lunged at the girl, pinning her under his body. With a flick of his wand the bonds around her hands and feet disappeared.

"Take it back. You 'ave no idea what I've been through," he snarled.

"You deserve to be carted back to Azkaban for what you've done to innocent wizards and witches," she snapped, enjoying the way his mouth dropped in outrage.

"That's enough!" he bellowed, wrapping his hands around her throat once more.

"You're r-repulsive. Do you always resort to choking your victims when you d-don't get your way?" she gasped, trying to pry his hands from her neck.

He loosened his grip and peered down at Cora, his chest rising and falling with each furious breath. No victim had ever challenged him like this before. His female hostages always submitted to his ministrations; his male victims cowered and sniveled. He was offended by this witch's defiant behavior and her blatant disregard of his authority.

"I've 'ad it with you, girl. I've tried to play nice but you've used every opportunity thus far to royally piss me off. It's my turn to 'ave a little fun with you. I'm going to fuck you until your eyes roll to the back of your pretty little 'ead…and you're going to enjoy it."

Cora screamed at the top of her lungs. He placed one gloved hand over her mouth as the other reached down to her shorts. She tried to bite, she tried to kick, but this man was using brute force to dominate her.

"Stop trying to resist me, you stubborn bint! It's 'onestly not that bad. Just a little discomfort at the start," he assured, pulling down the waistband of her running shorts.

Cora felt tears streaming down her face. She turned her head to the side, too ashamed and terrified to watch as he violated her body. She shut her eyes tight and braced herself for the inevitable pain.

A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in a while! I've been super busy with college and whatnot but I'm finally on Thanksgiving break!

Chapter title is from "Sweet Disposition" by The Temper Trap
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