Mudblood on the Run

Chapter Nine: Drifting Together

“You what?” I asked, feigning confusion. Scabior gave me the ‘that’s bullshit’ look. He waited.

“You mean it?” I asked after a moment of silence. He slowly nodded. “Well you have a shitty way of showing it.” I said coldly.

“What was I supposed to do? Tell you?” He asked. I gave him the ‘are you kidding me’ look.

“Well, yeah!” I nearly yelled. He sighed deeply.

“What was I supposed to say? ‘Hey, Isabella, I love you.’ Do you know how awkward that would sound? Falling in love with my ex-girlfriend’s twin? That’s something you’re not supposed to do. Ever.” Scabior said, getting in my face. I took my index finger, put it to his forehead, and pushed him back.

“Well it sounds fine to me.” I said. I turned and walked away. I heard a twig snap as he tried to follow me. I didn’t bother to stop.

“Hey! Slow down!” Scabior called. I kept walking. “Where the hell are you gonna go? There’s no way you can possibly leave! We have enchantments so nobody can get in or out. Except if you know the spell…” I heard him trail off. I stopped, and kept my back to him.

“You think you’re so high and mighty. That without you, I wouldn’t survive. Well, I have my connections. I could leave. I have a plan you know. Me and Freya. We’re gonna get out of here one day, one way of another.” I said, with my back to him. After he had just confessed his love for me, I was still trying to decide whether I felt the same way about him.

I was pulled out of my thoughts by a snowflake hitting my face.

“Oh yeah? And how do you plan on doing that, exactly?” Scabior challenged. I turned to face him, and found myself frozen, unable to move, under his icy blue gaze.

“Like I’m going to tell you.” I said coldly. He scoffed.

“And you’re the one thinking I’m high and mighty. You need to see where you stand around here. Keep in mind that you’re a Muggle- born.” He said with the same coldness in his voice. Ouch. The Muggle- born comment stung a little.

“Excuse me? Where I stand? I think we’re equal here. I would be below you, but you just had to keep me under a ‘special’ circumstance. And because you just decided to tell me you love me, you think all of this,” I made a giant circle with my hands, “is just gonna go away. Well, get this: It doesn’t work that way.” I said, walking away from him, and making sure I hit his shoulder with mine. I made it to the tent opening before I heard him speak again.

“Do you love me?’ He asked, as quietly as he could from a distance.

Do I love him? I don’t even know. He did basically save my life by not taking me to the ministry, but it would feel too wrong to say I love the same man my twin sister did.

“Does it matter?” I asked, turning to face him. He tilted his head slightly.

“Why wouldn’t it matter?” He asked skeptically.

“Because I’m me, and you’re you.” I said to him, tilting my head to match him.

“And what does that have to do with anything?” He asked.

“What does my opinion matter?” I asked sarcastically.

“Why wouldn’t your opinion matter?” Scabior challenged. I scoffed. Him playing these stupid mind games of answer-your-question-with-a-question is really starting to piss me off.

All over again.

“Because I’m just a Mudblood. That’s all I am to you isn’t it? Just a stupid, worthless little pet that you can lead on by saying you love me, to try and see if I’ll stay around longer. That’s all it is.” I said, a tone of bitchieness edging its way into my voice. It was Scabior’s turn to ridicule.

“You are so much more than a Mudblood to me, Isabella. I don’t know what made you think that, but it’s not true.” He said considerately. He took a step forward, and went to touch my face, but I struck his hand down.

“Oh, I don’t know, Scabior. Maybe the fact that you just called me a Mudblood about three minutes ago?” I asked mockingly. “And besides, what will it matter if I did love you back. It won’t change anything.”

“Yes it will. And I didn’t mean to call you a Mudblood.” Scabior corrected me. I rolled my eyes, and breathed loudly.

“Then why did you say it? You know how much I hate it.” I said to him.

“I’m sorry, Isabella. I truly am. But just tell me, and I promise I won’t bring it up again, but, do you love me?” Scabior asked again.

“I don’t know, Scabior.” I said, sounding strained. His face melted, and he put on the most adorable puppy- face. His cobalt blue eyes stared into my green ones, and I couldn’t look away. I put up my occulmency walls just to make sure he wasn’t reading my mind. We stared at each other for about four minutes.

“You won’t bring it up again?” I asked skeptically.

“Promise you.” He answered. I took a deep breath.

“Yeah. Yeah I love you. Okay. Happy?” I declared, then turned and walked into the tent, collapsing on the mattress face first, and kicking my shoes off with my feet. I felt the mattress dip in four different places, telling me he was on all fours, over top of me. I didn’t move.

“You mean it?” Scabior asked. I rolled over and meat his gaze.

“I’m not a liar. I meant what I said.” I told him sternly. He smiled.

“So you love me?” He asked for the third time. I groaned.

“I just answered that!” I said to him.

“I know, I just want to hear you say it.” Scabior said, a smirk playing on his lips.

“I love you.” I said quickly.

“What was that?” He asked, putting his right ear closer to my face. I picked my head up, and put my lips close to his ear.

“I love you.” I whispered. He sharply turned his head, and his lips met mine. Our lips moved together, and he placed a hand under my back, and rolled over, so that I was on top.

Things just progressed from there.