Isabella's eyes fluttered open the next morning. She still squinted from the brightness pouring through the tent. She turned around, and was relieved to find that Scabior was not next to her. It disgusted her to think he had actually been sleeping next to her this whole time without her knowing. Though, never had he even tried to lay a finger on her, which surprised her. She stretched, her bones cracking from sleeping on such an uncomfortable mattress.

She sat up, running her hands through her hair. She felt revolting, not being able to bathe in weeks was finally getting to her. With a grimace on her face, she exited the tent, being blinded by the bright reflection of snow on the ground. Though it was still December, possibly early January, she hadn't seen snow in days. She wasn't even sure if she missed Christmas or not, she'd been too busy worrying about her own safety.

Just as she was about to enter the tent next to hers, she stopped. Her heart sank to her stomach as she realized that the person she was looking for was no longer there. She turned to walk away, until she heard a voice inside.

"Isabella?" She turned back around and saw Jonathon standing there, smiling at her. "I'm surprised you're up."

"Yeah, well, I was looking for uh—"

"You want to come in?" Jonathon asked her sympathetically, understanding that she was still hurting from her friend leaving. "I'll give you something to eat."

Hesitantly, she went inside. He handed her a small plate of plain toast and bacon. They weren't very well done, but she hadn't eaten much in days, so she wasn't complaining.

"How are you doing?" Jonathon asked, motioning for her to sit on the floor across from him. She leaned against Jonathon's bed, sinking down to the floor and swallowing her toast.

She shrugged, taking a bite of the bacon. "I forgot she was gone. It's so quiet without her here, I'm so used to hearing her fighting with Scabior or Greyback."

Jon shrugged. "I know," he ran a hand through his short, brown hair. He looked pretty grungy himself, which made Isabella's germ phobic self come out and tuck her legs closer to herself. "It took her a while to actually warm up to me actually She didn't fully trust me." He laughed. "I'm sure she misses you though."

"She wanted me to go," Isabella looked at her feet, putting down her plate, still full of food. "She put her hand out for me to grab and everything at the Malfoys...but I was so petrified at that moment...I didn't realize that Scabior had let go of me for a few moments." She felt tears forming in her eyes so she looked up, blinking fast to keep them away. "I wanted to go, and I wish I did it when I had the chance."

It was silent for a few moments.

"What if she came for you like she did the first time?"

Isabella laughed as if that question had a simple answer. "I've told her, I'm too scared to leave. You know Scabior would kill her if she took me away again."

"I would cover for you." Jon said.

Isabella shook her head. "She's not coming, and even if she did, I wouldn't go."

"Why not?"

Isabella shrugged. "I'm too scared."

"Of what?"

"Scabior."

"Why?"

"You've seen what happens! He finds me the second I leave! I wouldn't survive, Isabella wouldn't survive, and I can't deal with that. Someone innocent, and that I hardly know, dying because of me." She said, frustrated that Jonathon kept asking so many questions. He stayed quiet for a few seconds again before asking something that caught her off-guard.

"Are you sure the reason you don't want to leave is because part of you actually wants to stay?"

She furrowed her eyebrows and looked at him, puzzled. "What? Why would you say that?"

He shrugged. "The way you acted when he was around that girl in the woods with Harry Potter...it just seemed like you were sort of...jealous."

Isabella scoffed, laughing to herself. "What's to be jealous of? Besides, he already told me I'm nothing special. It didn't bother me at all because I hate him."

Jonathon stared at her skeptically. "So how would you react if I told you he's still wearing her scarf?"

That bubbling feeling rose up inside of her again. She looked away from him and shrugged. "Whatever."

"And how would you feel if I told you he's out there tracking her down now?"

She clenched her fists. That bubbling feeling turned into something similar to a pot of boiling water, ready to spew over. "So?"

"What if he came back with her, and all his attention turned to her? What if instead of you sharing a tent with him, she did? What if he decided to turn you in to the Ministry because he has her now? How would—"

"She's not even that pretty! Did you see her hair? And she's from a muggle family, Anna told me! Why would he go for her? He would miss me the second I leave anyway!"

The boiling pot inside of her just overflowed.

Jonathon stared at her, shocked at her outburst.

Isabella stood up, walking out.

"Thanks for breakfast," she said angrily before exiting the tent and gasping loudly when she almost bumped into someone.

"Oh, mornin', beautiful, you're up early." She looked up into the man's blue-grey eyes. He smirked, looking down at her. Her eyes wandered to his neck and down his front, where the pink scarf was still hanging.

She clenched her jaw, brushing against him and wandering into the woods. She wasn't escaping, she just wanted to get away from him, and that campsite, for a while. She still wasn't exactly sure what that outburst was before. She wasn't entirely sure she was even sane anymore, especially since Anna was gone now. If she was with her, she'd probably reassure her.

"He's cocky, he's scummy, and he probably doesn't even have a heart," would most likely be her words.

She smiled to herself, just imagining Anna's infamous, signature shoulder shrug, eyebrow raise when she showed that she didn't give a shit about anything. She still remembers her face when she saw Ron. The excitement in her eyes, and the way she jumped on him, like he'd just bought her a new car. She couldn't forget the way she wanted to stay by his side through everything at the Malfoy's house. She'd never seen that side of Anna before. The part of her that truly smiled, that had love in her bright green eyes, the part that showed that Badass Belle had a soft side.

And poor Draco.

His confused, hurt, sad face when he looked at Isabella. She wished she could have gone over there and hugged him, giving him the hope that Jasmine was in a better place, and that whatever they had, she'd probably always feel for him.

An anger like before bubbled up inside of her at her parents, for keeping her locked away from the Wizarding World. Had she known about Hogwarts when she was younger, she probably wouldn't even be in this situation. She and Jasmine would be inseparable, and she could just imagine the fun everyone had at the school, learning all the spells and practice using them. If only Jasmine were still alive...

Isabella looked up to see she'd come to a shore. A small shore with a river in front of her. Two parts reacted inside of her. One part wanted her to jump in to cleanse every part of her body, and the other part wanted her to stay away from the freezing cold water.

She turned to look behind her. When she didn't see anyone, she started to take off her Converse, along with her jeans and t-shirt. Seeing her breath in front of her was making her think twice but before she realized it, she jumped in. Her body reacted to the cold water, begging her to get out. She came above water, gasping. She blinked rapidly, looking around. Still, no one was around. She brushed her wet hair out of her face, her body slowly adjusting to the cold water. Her teeth chattered but she refused to get out. It was as close as she would get to a real shower.

She dipped her head back in the water, staying under, listening to the small movements under. It gave her a calm, like she'd broken away from reality, and she was in her own bubble. Nothing else mattered at that moment. She broke above the water again, rubbing her eyes. She looked back over to the large rock she placed her clothes on and froze, her eyes widening.

Scabior smirked, waving mockingly at her.

"What the hell?" She yelped, wrapping her arms around her, making sure he couldn't see any part of her exposed body. "How long have you been standing there?"

"Well, after I couldn't see you anymore, I started to follow your scent and it lead me here." His smirk grew wider. "It's not my fault you decided to get naked in the freezin' cold, honestly, I don't understand why you did it."

"Well, unlike you, I like to be at least somewhat clean." She said, trying to keep most of her self underwater, out of his sight.

He laughed. "Ouch, that hurt, lovely, really." He walked over to the large rock with all her clothes on it. "I might have to get you back for that." He said in a mock tone, grabbing all her clothes.

Her jaw dropped. "You wouldn't dare."

"Wouldn't I?" He smiled crookedly, turning to walk back.

"Please, please don't!" She pleaded, moving toward him, still trying to hide herself under the water. "It's freezing out here."

"Well maybe you shouldn't have taken your clothes off," he said, stopping and turning around to face her. "Not without me around at least." He laughed cynically.

"God, you're so nauseating!" Isabella shrieked. "Just give me my clothes, please." Her eyes bored right into him.

"Why should I?" He raised an eyebrow at her.

"It'll give me a reason to not hurt you." She said through clenched teeth.

He smiled, laughing again. "Threatenin' me, again?" He walked closer to the rock, her clothes still in his hands. "You and I both know you do a horrible job at 'hurtin'' me." He said, using air quotes when he said hurting. She knew he was right though, she always ended up in bad situations when she hurt him.

Isabella took a deep breath before exhaling sharply through her nostrils. "Honestly, what do you get out of this?" She demanded.

"It's so fun to piss you off, love." He said, chuckling.

"Leave my clothes where you found them and leave." Her face was serious as she stared at him from afar. "Would you like me to freeze to death?" She asked after he just stood there, smiling.

Finally, after a few, slow steps forward, he rested her clothes back on the large rock. "I'm not leavin' though, I don't trust you." He smirked, turning around.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" She muttered under her breath. She sighed, slowly getting out of the water, still hiding her body. "Turn around, and I swear I'll pluck your eyes out." She threatened.

Scabior responded with an arrogant laugh.

She rolled her eyes, grabbing her bra and underwear and putting them on. She quickly threw on her shirt and jeans, her wet hair dripping on her shirt.

"You can turn around." She said unenthusiastically, sitting on the rock to put her socks and sneakers on.

He turned, smiling at her. "So, did you enjoy your freezin' bath?" He asked sarcastically.

She stared at him, furiously tying her shoelaces together. She just noticed he was still wearing the scarf, which made her grimace.

"What's that look for, beautiful?" Scabior asked, getting closer to her, which made her move back in response.

"You just disgust me." She smiled bitterly, jumping off the rock and walking away from him.

"Oh, come now, I didn't even sleep next to you last night!"

The boiling pot inside of her erupted again as she whipped around. "Oh? Was it because you were too busy out looking for your new, favorite plaything?"

His eyebrows scrunched together in confusion and he started following after her. "What?"

"You know the 'half-blood' from yesterday?" She said with air quotes, walking forward again when he started to follow her.

"Who told you I was lookin' for her?" He asked, his voice sounded angry.

"Does it matter? I might as well leave, right? Just take me to Umbridge now, please." She turned to him, his face still furious. She crossed her arms over her chest and he stopped in front of her.

"You want to deal with toad face?" He asked. "You're mad."

"Am I? I feel like I'm going mad just being with you!"

"Who told you I was lookin' for the mudblood?" He asked again.

"Mudblood?" She asked, squinting her eyes in confusion.

He rolled his eyes impatiently. "The girl you seem to be so oddly jealous of."

"Oh my god!" She threw her hands up. "There goes that word again! I'm not jealous of anyone! Especially not her!"

He smirked. "Oh love, you're beautiful when you're angry." He pinned a strand of hair behind her ear. She slapped his hand away.

"And stop touching me!"

"Tell me who told you I was lookin' for her." He said, his face getting serious again.

"No one had to tell me, it's just obvious." She ground her teeth together angrily.

"Really?" He asked skeptically. "How so, love, huh?" This time, he crossed his arms, staring at her.

"You're wearing her scarf!" She grabbed the scarf around his neck, tugging at it. "The first night I was captured, you took note of my scent which caused you to keep track of me! You inhaled the scent of this scarf when you found it and since then, you've been wearing it and keeping it by your side at all fucking times. Not to mention the fact that you were gone all morning, this time without me." She threw the scarf up, storming through the woods.

Who is he to tell me I'm jealous? I don't even know the meaning of the word. I've never felt jealousy once in my life. I just don't get jealous. I don't see the point, it's a waste of an emotion. I'm not jealous of that stupid "mudblood." I know I'm prettier than her, I'm better than her, and if he wants to waste his time on her, fine.

Let him.

I don't care.

Because I'm not jealous.

I'm not jealous.

I'm. Not. Jealous.

That same thought ran through her head the whole time as she stormed back to the camp. Jonathon looked up when he heard her coming back, causing them to make eye contact. The look on his face told her that he knew. She thinned her lips, entering her own tent, lying down and staring at the tent's wall.

And I will always hate him.

A/N: What do you guys think? I'm pretty proud of it. I've had a lot of brainstorming time to myself on vacation, and I think you guys are going to like the next coming chapters. :) Don't forget to review! Until the next one, guys!

P.S. If you guys would like, I drew pictures of, in my mind, what Isabella, Annabelle, and Jasmine would look like. I'm not the greatest artist in the world and I got lazy with Jasmine xD but if you want to see them, go on my profile, go to my HP tumblr that's there in my info, and at the end of the URL just add /tagged/pictures and they're right there. You can click on each one to make them bigger :)!

Song inspiration for this chapter is "No More" by Three Days Grace