Chapter 18

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I woke the next morning quickly rising out of bed. The news Voldemort had delivered to me yesterday had filled my body with inconceivable dread.

I walked into dracos room. My cousin was still sleeping soundly as I reached into his wardrobe searching for something in particular. My hand found exactly what I was looking for and I grinned down at the fire bolt. I fast walked downstairs to the nearest exit to the garden.

"Mysti?" Someone said calling my name

I turned to see pansy with a cup of coffee in her hand

"Hey" I replied

"You off to play quidditch?" She asked

"Something like that" I smiled as I began to walk away

"You're going to see him aren't you?" She said making me stop in my tracks

I nodded silently

"He knows, about Barty" she added

"Does he hate me" I asked quietly

"He's just angry at Barty, he could never hate you Mysti" she smiled at me

"Thanks pansy"

I walked to the middle of the garden before mounting my broom and disappearing into the clouds.

**

I stood outside the rosier manor waiting after I had knocked on the door several times.

"Ah miss Lestrange, I thought I'd be seeing you soon" Scabiors mother exclaimed giving me a grin

"Is scabior around?" I asked

"Hes by the lake my dear. I'm afraid your news made him rather emotional" she said sincerely

"Trust me Mrs rosier I liked it about as much as he did"

She smiled at me

"Go on and see him then"

I nodded walking in the direction of the lake

**

His back was turned to me as he sat at the end of the lake strumming his guitar lightly

I didn't know what to do in that moment. I couldn't find the right words to even begin with. Hell the right words for telling someone you love that your being forced to marry someone else didn't exist.

I slowly walked up behind him before wrapping my arms around his waist

"Mysti!" He exclaimed loudly as his eyes met mine

"Hey" I replied

Scabior put his guitar aside and pulled me into his lap

"I missed you" I said reaching up to kiss his lips

Scabior frowned looking down almost avoiding eye contact with me

"What's wrong" I said slowly pulling away from him

He sighed

"Mysti...your marrying someone else"

"No"I said shaking my head "I'm not, I won't marry him"

"I don't think you have a vote in this Mysti" scabior said quietly

I slowly backed away from him

"Mysti?" He started

"I made a mistake I shouldn't of come here" I replied grabbing Dracos broom from the grass

"Wait" Scabior said grabbing my hand

"I don't want to hurt you Mysti but"

"But he could kill you for talking to me in private" I finished

Scabior nodded slowly, sorrow filling his eyes

"I'll see you at school then" I said

"Yeah" Scabior said as I began to walk away. Scabior quickly grabbed my hand and pulled me close before kissing my lips.

"I'll see you at school Mysti" Scabior breathed before releasing me

I jumped on my broom and flew home immediately.
I went straight to my room flinging open the door to find Barty lying on the end of my bed. I frowned

"You realise there's this amazing new thing called knocking right? Maybe you should try it" I said greeting him

He smirked

"We missed you at the morning meeting Mysti"

"I guarantee the feelings not mutual" I replied

"Where were you?" He pressed as he got off the bed and walked up behind me

"Wouldn't you like to know" I said turning to look at him

"Oh I got a few ideas little lestrange" he said in a whisper

"Tell someone who cares" I said rolling my eyes

"Or I could just tell the dark lord your still hanging out with your little boyfriend" Barty said casually

I glared at him

"You really should be more careful with your PDA"

"I'll keep that in mind fiancé" I sassed

Barty raised an eyebrow

"But is your life really so incredibly boring you have to stalk mine" I asked

"Don't flatter yourself Mysti, I wasn't the one who saw you" he replied

"Anyway just a few things to keep in mind darling" he said before exiting my room

"Whatever" I breathed before collapsing onto my bed in frustration at my new 'fiancé'

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