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"Sweet Dreams" (Scabior/Hermione)

Author: the_woods_
Title: Sweet Dreams
Pairing: Scabior/Hermione (or rather, Penelope Clearwater)
Prompt: "Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This)"...specifically, the cover by Emily Browning
Rating: R for sexual assault
Word Count: 1530
Summary: Sometimes, he forgets who is hunting who.
Warnings: Sexual assault, cross-gen
A/N: This was written hastily for elle_blessing based on her wishlist at rarepair_shorts. The cover by Emily Browning inspired me to take Annie Lennox's words to a truly haunted and maddening level, hehe. Hope you enjoy ! I love Hermione/Scabior :D

x.x.x

Scabior lay in his makeshift bed and stared up at the canvas ceiling of his enhanced tent. He was too tired to move, much less fall asleep. His body ached from the day spent tracking through the forest. He breathed the deep night air in and closed his eyes, trying to focus on something other than the dull pain permeating his limbs.

Traveling for months with a werewolf made Scabior reconsider a lot of his realities about trailing, survival, and the human body. He had watched Greyback in full hunting mode, focused on tracking rogue wizards and witches, guilty Mudbloods and Muggles, with a voracity that couldn’t be matched. Scabior looked on in awe as Greyback prowled, motivated by some unfettered sixth sense. Even the mornings after his transformation, Greyback was energetic, bursting with movement and life. It was an inherent contradiction, considering the amount of physical and mental drain that came with transforming back into the human state.

At first, he was not sure if he was up to the challenge, no matter how much gold was at stake. Scabior found that as he slipped out of his old city life, his habbits began to change. As a finely-tuned predator, Greyback instructed the Snatchers to keep the moon as their master while they slaved under the sun.

But then he happened upon her scent, and everything changed.

On one trek, he happened to walk past an air that felt out of place. As Greyback and the rest of the Snatchers marched on, Scabior calmly backtracked until he found it again. He sniffed. She, his instinct told him. Her scent made him stop. Consider. Relax his body and still himself in the moment. Scabior closed his eyes, inhaled again, and her fragrance climbed over him, on top of his body, enticing his nerves.

He felt himself stir in the empty clearing. Briefly, he tried to remember the last time he lay with a woman. Thanks to the first Muggle he caught, the gold he received earned him a decent meal and woman at one of the hidden brothels in Knockturn Alley.

He opened his eyes slowly and scanned the void woods. Jasmine, he told himself, but there was no jasmine in sight.

Weeks after that, he came across her scarf. It was a deep pink, dirtied by the forest. She must have tied it there more than several days ago. He fingered the fabric as Greyback looked on. Glancing down at the scarf, he immediately felt silly. Scabior knew what Greyback would ask of him. To truly hunt, he learned you had to use more than just your eyes and ears and touch. You had to taste. To smell.

He felt like a squib testing for magic: hopelessly hopeful. Scabior gathered the cloth in his fists and brought it to his nose. This was the second time he came across her scent. It was like running into an old friend, or bringing forth a faded memory. This time, the jasmine was subdued by the spices of the earth, of dirt and bark and decaying leaves. Almost violently, he tugged the scarf off the tree, draping it around his neck. Greyback gave him a feral grin.

As he lay awake and restless in his bed, Scabior wondered--and not for the first time--if she was doing it on purpose. Her scent inflamed him during his waking hours, then enticed him at night. His dreams were rich and teeming with a desire on the brink of eruption.

That familiar odor was there in the back of his mind, right before he fell into the comforts of sleep. Often, he dreamed in fragrance instead of color. It was always strong, so much so he could taste it, gasping as he slept.

Scabior could even paint her based on the mingled memories of her scent. Red cheeks upon a lightly tanned face for the day that smelled of lingering snow and chilled sweat. Frizzled hair streaked with highlights from the sun, thanks to the afternoon where he found her soap by the river. He traced her slender neck by sniffing her scarf: its lingering scent whispered a dozen sweet secrets about her body, something he could only imagine while he slept.

When he woke, he tried to cling to hazed memories of last night. They brushed away easily, like fragile cobwebs woven around him, destined to dissolve into nothingness.

x.x.x

It was under a thin crescent moon and an impressive array of frenzied stars that the Snatchers found the rogues. When they surprised their camp, the trio split in three different directions. It didn’t take long for Scabior to find her. She fired a curse in his direction, but months of trekking through the woods had honed his body, prepped his mind for the attack. He temporarily stunned her and she fell, her wand slipping out of her grip.

She was afraid--he could tell by the look in her eyes and the hitch in her breathing. Scabior watched her chest heave and touched his lips softly. As he approached, she staggered back into a tree, struggling to stand. He cornered her there. Her voice caught in her throat as he reached out for a lock of her hair.

“What’s your name?” he murmured, twirling the brunette strands in his fingers. Something in his voice must have calmed her. She remained stiff, but stopped struggling significantly.

“Penelope,” she answered. “Penelope Clearwater.”

Penelope. He tested her name on his tongue. “Penelope Clearwater.”

She refused to look at him. He didn’t mind. Her voice took him back to those late nights in his bed, his hands wrapped around her scarf as he stroked himself, mouth slightly parted and eyes half-closed. While he slept, the fabric often brushed against his face. He swore he could hear it whispering to him in his dreams.

Scabior leaned in and grabbed the back of her head almost tenderly. She tightened her eyes as he sniffed at her hair, that familiar dirtied jasmine. His exhale was ragged and made his body shudder. He pushed his forehead against hers.

“You wanted this.”

She opened her eyes and watched him warily. Scabior let his fingers run across her naked neck. She shivered as he traced her collarbone, dragging down past her shirt. Penelope shrieked and scrambled to get away from him.

“You caught me,” he said, his voice hard. “Lured me in.”

“No,” she replied vehemently, shaking her head.“No, I--”

“Then why did you leave me this?” Scabior brought his hands to her scarf. She watched as he placed the fringe against his mouth.

Her eyes went wide when he inhaled. He smirked, licked his lips. His gaze darkened. Something deep within him grabbed him quite suddenly, and for a moment he believed that she was the predator, and he the prey. Scabior glanced around the clearing for the other Snatchers. There was no breeze in these woods, only the unmoving earth. He heard yelling and rustling, but it was so far off into the distance, he couldn’t be sure it was real.

He dropped his hold on Penelope’s scarf and turned back to her. Carefully, he knelt. She held her breath and watched him, unsure. When he gripped her thighs, she didn’t fight him, and he found himself at eye-level with her groin.

The slightest whiff caught his attention. It was a tangy, unfiltered aroma, deeper than Penelope’s scarf, more ravage than the scent of her hair. Scabior let it enter him as it called out for release. Suddenly, Scabior tightened his grip and as he brought Penelope down, all his dreams came back in a rush of desire and sensation and smell and taste.

She screamed when she fell. He found that he liked it. He pulled at her tight Muggle trousers, desperate for skin, and as she fought and yelled he became completely certain of who was hunting who. When she couldn’t get out of his grasp, she clawed at his face, his back, his matted hair. He growled in what was either pain or pleasure. Her trousers came down and revealed her childish pink knickers, lightly covered in white lace along the seams. Penelope bucked her hips, trying to escape, but he caught her mid-thrust and held her there. With a savagery that bordered on Greyback’s level, he forcibly parted her legs, rushing to lick and kiss the inside of her thighs. His nose brushed against her knickers. That primal scent captured him again--stronger this time, beckoning him to bask in its warmth. He bit down on the fabric, ripping it, then tugged and mauled them off her with his fingers. A mad fervor he had never known overcame him. He groaned at the strong musk of her arousal. His hands frantically roamed along the sides of her body. In a sweet and tortured desperation, Scabior tried to drink all of Penelope Clearwater in. Groping, scratching, he needed to get closer. He felt himself tighten as he neared her center, almost tasting it.

A moment later, the prey found himself back in his bed, staring up at a white canvas ceiling. The early sunlight trickled in as he lay tangled in his sheets with her scarf.

Comments

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magic_knickers
Aug. 9th, 2011 03:18 am (UTC)
Ohmigod, that was hot. In a creepy sort of way, but that's sort of the point, yeah? I love your word usage--contradiction and trek and frenzied are all such...meaty choices, I guess, though that still feels like the wrong word. I liked it a lot.:)
the_woods_
Aug. 9th, 2011 08:19 pm (UTC)
Haha ! Definitely the point :) The song inspired me to be creepy !

Thank you for reading, I appreciate it ! Glad someone out there liked it...and I think I know what you mean, I tried echoing the same harsh/thick/desperate feelings by using those words often :)

-n
owlbait
Aug. 14th, 2011 10:50 am (UTC)
Wow, the image Scabior living his world by scent is just ... ~ooh shivers~
the_woods_
Aug. 14th, 2011 04:33 pm (UTC)
I was struggling with whether or not to just make him into a fledgling werewolf. In the end canon won out...but I'm still in love with the idea of him maddened by the smell of Hermione *g*

Thank you for reading !

-n
fiery_flamingo
Aug. 15th, 2011 05:05 am (UTC)
This is a great interpretation of the prompt. I loved the language that you used and the imagery, it's all very visceral and creepy!hot.
the_woods_
Aug. 15th, 2011 03:23 pm (UTC)
Thank you ! I figure I hadn't read enough stories regarding obsession with scent, so this was the time to write one.

-n
thisbitchemma
Aug. 18th, 2011 02:45 am (UTC)
This was...different. A good kind of different. I just feel...confused. Not because of your writing, but because of the emotions I went through reading it. I found it creepy, then hot, then creepy, then more creepy.

I think your mission is accomplished.
the_woods_
Aug. 18th, 2011 07:04 am (UTC)
Oh, this is the best kind of compliment there is. Glad the story pushed against your limit for creepiness intake :) Thanks for reading !

-n
elle_blessing
Aug. 20th, 2011 07:39 pm (UTC)
First, I'm so, so sorry I didn't comment on this earlier! You posted while I was out of town on vacation. I'm here now, though!

This time, the jasmine was subdued by the spices of the earth, of dirt and bark and decaying leaves. Almost violently, he tugged the scarf off the tree, draping it around his neck.

I love the imagery inherent in this bit. I can totally see how her scent would cause an involuntary burst of violence - or how it could provoke a lot of involuntary responses. Her scent alone moves him, though the unpredictability of how or where it will move him is titillating.

He traced her slender neck by sniffing her scarf: its lingering scent whispered a dozen sweet secrets about her body

A lovely, vivid bit of prose.

When he woke, he tried to cling to hazed memories of last night. They brushed away easily, like fragile cobwebs woven around him, destined to dissolve into nothingness.

The cobweb metaphor used her was SO PERFECT. *loves*

EEP! I was about to be totally heartbroken for Hermione (or Penelope, as that's the name she gave - I'd forgotten that!) at being violated like that. I'm glad it was a dream. You had me fooled to the last line though. It was a very gripping ending.

Awesome writing! I loved it! THANK YOU! MUAH!
the_woods_
Aug. 21st, 2011 12:03 am (UTC)
Hooray ! Glad you read it and enjoyed your gift. A good welcome back home present, I think :D Thank you for such an inspirational prompt ;)

I mentioned it in the above comments, but I didn't want to go too AU and make Scabior into a werewolf, so it was a challenge figuring out what to balance regarding his scent obsession. I'm glad it worked out okay :)

Thanks again for reading, & for the prompt !!

-n
heyurs
Aug. 20th, 2011 11:26 pm (UTC)
Oh, WOW. This is quite...I dunno! I was lured in and then confused and because I just had to know, I kept reading hoping to understand. Then the darkness crept in and then I thought, "OK," but then said, "No, wait a minute..." and then I had to read it again. This is very different. I've never seen anyone write this pairing. Never knew it existed. You definitely intrigued the hell outta me! Now I want to know more.

I'm still a bit confused, though. Where should I have picked up or recognized in the story, the part about Scorpius. You're good. Just when I thought I had it...I didn't.

WOW.


Edited at 2011-08-20 11:28 pm (UTC)
the_woods_
Aug. 20th, 2011 11:33 pm (UTC)
Oh my gosh ! No one but you picked up on me mistakenly typing "Scorpius" instead of "Scabior"...lol. Now THAT would be a crazy story.

But yes, sorry about the confusion, I didn't mean Scorpius--probably had him on my mind thanks to a Scorpius/Hermione story I'm also writing.

Thank you for reading, and I'm thoroughly pleased it sparked something in you as you read :)

-n
heyurs
Aug. 20th, 2011 11:40 pm (UTC)

:O! You're kidding! I just KNEW it was more intrigue to the story! Especially since I had never read your stories about them, and thought I just needed to go back and try to find the others...Oh, WOW!

hehehe! Well this helps. *LOL* I was afraid I was the only one that was trying REAL hard to make this work in my head. *g*

It definitely sparked. I'd say you ROCKED! out loud! :D

the_woods_
Aug. 21st, 2011 12:05 am (UTC)
Hehe, it's always nice to come across other readers who are just as dedicated to finding out the truth ;)

Thank you so much :D

-n
autumnrhythm30
Aug. 21st, 2011 01:59 am (UTC)
The bit that inspired this has always been a guilty pleasure of mine in the movie. The part where he catches her scent has always made me ship Hermione/Scabior(kinda a non-con kink sort of thing). Thank God I'm not the only one that saw it.

This was utterly amazing. You did so much with so little, the scarf she left behind... I would never have thought of that! And the way he turned it around to think she's been doing it on purpose. I really can't even begin to describe how much I love this. Putting this in my memories!
the_woods_
Aug. 21st, 2011 02:58 am (UTC)
I'm so glad you liked it; thanks for taking the time to read it :)

Oh yes!! I loved that scene in the movie. Totally fan-girled in the theaters the first time I saw it. The way they portrayed Scabior (as well as his "playing" with Hermione) was just so...unexpected and intense. That scene has always stuck with me; hence my icon, haha. Hooray for Scamione :)

Thanks again!

-n
autumnrhythm30
Aug. 21st, 2011 03:56 am (UTC)
I fangirled too! It was intense and I don't know if it's because I read too much fanfiction and therefore interpret things differently because of it but I was like "OMG, UST!"
autumnrhythm30
Aug. 21st, 2011 02:00 am (UTC)
Oh, and also there was a spot where you spelled Penelope wrong. Thought you'd like to know.

“Peneolope,” she answered. “Penelope Clearwater.”
the_woods_
Aug. 21st, 2011 02:56 am (UTC)
Great eye! Thanks for mentioning that, just fixed the typo now :)

-n
leigh_adams
Aug. 21st, 2011 03:06 pm (UTC)
I totally meant to leave a comment when this first went up, but stupid last-minute grad school stuff kept me distracted. -_-

Anyway, I just wanted to say that I loved this! Your incorporation of imagery was just so vivid, I can totally see this playing out! I love Scabior's obsession with scent, and you wound that throughout the entire piece very nicely.

Well done! It was a great read! :D
the_woods_
Aug. 21st, 2011 11:33 pm (UTC)
Hehe, totally understand :) Thank you for reading, I really appreciate your thoughts :D

-n
pingback_bot
Sep. 6th, 2011 06:12 pm (UTC)
Summer 2011 Wishlist Masterlist
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hm276
Oct. 16th, 2011 06:59 am (UTC)
Very visceral and vivid, and I am doubly glad that the assault on Hermione was only a dream. Thank you for sharing this brilliant story.
the_woods_
Jan. 4th, 2012 01:35 am (UTC)
Me, too! I didn't know it was going to take me there. Thank you for reading, and commenting :)

-n
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