Fallen in Love with a Snatcher (Harry Potter Fanfic)

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A/n: This chapter contains nudity. You have been warned. 

Hermione didn't know when, but soon she found herself falling asleep in Scabior's arms. Then she soon found herself waking up when she felt like eyes were on her. Her eyes fluttered opened as she pushed herself on her elbows. For a moment, she didn't notice anyone there... until slowly, her head began turning to face the end of her bed. It was then she found there was a bunch of people staring at her like she was some sort of weird creature that had yet to be discovered. For a minute she just laid there staring back at them as they stood there staring at her. 

"Uh-- can I help you?" she asked them. Before anyone could say a thing, the flap of the tent opened as Scabior walked in holding a cup. His eyes darted between the group of men standing at the end of the bed then at Hermione then back at the men. 

"Excuse you all, but get the bloody hell out of my tent! Shoo! Shoo! This is not the first time any of you have seen a woman." Scabior barked at them as he waved his hands to motion for them to get out of there. One by one they sluggishly proceeded out of the tent. As soon as the last one was out, Scabior shut the tent doors behind them then turned back towards Hermione. 

"Sorry about that, love. I swear sometimes they're dumber than a bag of rocks. I got you a cup of coffee." Scabior said as he handed the cup to her. Hermione took it and took a sip while Scabior crawled into bed with her, gently kissing her neck. 

"Where are we?" she asked him. 

"At the Snatcher's campsite," Scabior answered, "But don't worry, no one is going to turn you in." 

Hermione opened her mouth to speak when a voice cut through the air.

"SCABIOR!" 

"Shit," Scabior cursed as he pushed himself off the bed. Hermione went to ask Scabior who it was when the tent flaps. She turned to see the person only for her face to turn a bright shade of red and shot right back to the other side of the tent. 

"Fenrir! Why are you naked?" Scabior shouted at the man. Hermione peered over towards the two of them. 

"Because I like the feeling when the wind is blowing against my balls... It was the damn full moon last night! Now what's this I hear about you hovering a girl in here?" Fenrir asked him. 

"Well--" Scabior started until Fenrir glance over towards the bed. For a moment, Fenrir seem like he was trying to figure out what he was staring at until his lips crawled up in a smirk. 

"Ah! Is this your little friend?" He asked a bit flirty, "You weren't kidding when you said she's a real beaut-- wait a minute! Is that-- is that Granger? Potter's little mudblood friend?" Fenrir growled, pointing directly at her. She could feel her heart racing against her chest like it was ready to jump out of it. 

"Hey! Don't call her that!" Scabior shot at him. There was a bit of silence then...

"Boy, she must be really good in bed if you're defending her." Fenrir stated. Hermione's face became even more red that before, "But this is serious, Scabior! You get your ass caught in bed with her of all wanted people by the wrong person... you're dead! Plus she probably knows where Potter is and there's some major bucks on top of hers!" 

"I'm not turning her in, Fenrir! And neither is anyone in this camp." Scabior stated to him. Again, silence until...

"Shit, She's really good in bed if she's got you choosing her over money." Fenrir mumbled, shaking his head, "So what now? Are we budding up with the Order now? Because you know there's no way in hell those people will look at us and think 'you know what? Sure, we'll let you guys in the club.' I mean seriously? With all the shit we've pulled throughout the years, I wouldn't let our own asses in the club." 

"We'll figure out something. Right now, we don't have to do anything just yet." Scabior stated to them, "Now can you get dressed! My eyes are getting tired of having to stay glue to your face so I don't look down and see your dick!" 

"Fine!" Fenrir growled as he walked around Scabior as he proceeded to a trunk beside another bed. 

"Hey! Why don't we get some breakfast?" Scabior suggested to Hermione as he helped her out of the bed. She had just walked right out of the tent when Scabior shouted...

"Fenrir! Stop looking at her ass!" 

"Oh, come on! You're no fun!" 

Hermione peered over her shoulder as Scabior walked over to her and took hold of her hand as they proceeded down past the tents.