(Enjoy :) Sorry it's taking so long! I'm suuper busy with college work but I'll try and add a chapter when I can!)

"What?" Alison asked, looking at Scabior coldly, she was going to try and not speak to him but if he had just told her to get up and get dressed, there was no way she was doing what he said...she probably couldn't even get up anyway.

"Get up." Scabior sat up himself and pulled on his trousers, "And get dressed." He threw a pair of jeans and a cream knited sweater at her and Alison caught them from the ground, surprised. "Where did you get these?"

Scabior looked down at her and winked, "They're Cordelia's."

Alison's mouth dropped open, she had completely forgotten, "Oh my God! Where is she!" She sat up, gasping in pain, it hurt so bad in between her legs right now. Alison saw Scabior's mouth curve into a smile, it looks like he felt pretty proud of the damage he had done. "If we're lucky, she's probably dead..." Scabior shrugged but Alison clapped her hand over her mouth in horror. "...we got a good price for her though-" Alison punched Scabior in the arm beside her and he looked down in surprise, "What was that for eh?" Alison punched him again as hard as she could, which, really wasn't that hard at all.

Scabior started laughing and Alison punched him twice more, "How. Dare. You." Alison smacked him again and again on his bare arm but Scabior just sat there, laughing, "What is wron' with you?"

"She's dead!" Alison said as if it should be obvious to Scabior what was wrong with her.

"I said if we're lucky." Scabior replied nonchalantly. "If we're lucky!" Alison looked outraged, "You absolute asshole!"

"Watch it or you'll be gettin' the same Lovely. Get dressed."

"No."

"No?"

"I'm not going anywhere with you."

"I doubt tha'." Scabior smirked and he pointed her wand at her. The clothes sitting on her lap jumped up and forced themselves onto her, her jumper flung over her head with such force Alison fell over, her voice muffled until she pulled her head out of the neck of the jumper. "Get off me!"

"I didn't touch you love, it's just a quick way o' gettin' you dressed withou' the 'asstle." Scabior stood up as Alison's shoes strapped themselves on by magic. Alison remained on the ground, anger bubbling up inside her as she scowled at Scabior who was putting his boots on; How could he expect her to just walk off with him hand in hand? A snatcher, who had abducted her when she had done nothing, handed her friend into a trial of death, assaulted her many times and captures innocent people for a living? Pfft.

Scabior finished buckling his shoes and he stood up straight with just his checked trousers and boots on, his sculpted chest bare. He looked down at Alison who sat with her knees to her chest on the ground, glaring at Scabior.

Scabior grinned at her, his darkly outlined eyes shining, "Wha's up with you grumpy?" Alison didn't answer, her scowl becoming deeper.

Scabior leaned down towards her, raising her eyebrows, "Eh?" Once again, Alison pursed her lips, determined not to speak to him. "Fine." Scabior sighed and he reached towards her hand. Alison went to slap it away but Scabior was too fast and snatched her wrist right up, pulling her off the ground so she was standing next to him. "You..." Scabior shook his finger at Alison's face as she gave him the dirtiest look she could muster, "...are gettin' way too feisty."

Alison shook him off with a rough shrug as he pulled his shirt and jacket from the ground and flung them on. He seemed totally unbothered as Alison watched him finish buttoning his shirt, her lips still shut...maybe the silent treatment would work?

He took Alison's wand slowly from his pocket and for a gullible second Alison almost thought he was gong to give it to her. Scabior studied it, twisting it around his fingers and exploring it's groves until he looked crawlingly up at Alison. "The thing with this wand...I thought I was goin' to be unfamiliar with i', but turns out me an' you must be pretty alike. It worked jus' as well for me as my other one."

Alison's annoyance was growing, he was taunting her with her own wand...and he said they were alike? They were nothing alike. Scabior looked questioningly at her, a slight smirk on his lips, "So Beau'iful, wha'dya think o' that?"

Alison mirrored his expression, mocking his slight smirk and arched eyebrow. Scabior laughed darkly, "Got a bit o' humour in ya now...I like tha'...buuut..." Scabior shrugged and pointed the wand at Alison who's mocking expression fell from her face. "If you're not goin' to co-operate."

"Imperio."

Alison felt a warming sensation fill up her body...she was more relaxed than she had ever been. Nothing was bad, nothing was worrying, nothing at all. "We don' wan' you causin' a scene while we head out now do we? Come on! Off we go there lovely."

Alison smiled easily at him and walked drowsily out the door and into the hall of the ministry of magic, a happy smile plastered on her spell bound face. "Walk a little faster." Scabior said simply and Alison felt her pace quicken. Wait...this was Scabior she was answering to. Scabior.

Alison's body jolted, her walking becoming less fluid and her steps uneven and forced as Scabior watched her while she tried to shake away the restrains of the imperio curse. "Ah, you're a strong one eh?" Scabior put his arm around her waist, pointing his wand into her and the spell regained strength so Alison couldn't resist and she felt the desirable sensation return, free of all worries. The continued to walk swiftly on until the reached the main hall which was filled again with ministry workers who didn't pay much attention to Alison and Scabior. "Righ' Scabior." A man passing by nodded at Scabior and Alison could only guess he was another snatcher Scabior must have known. "Alrigh Griffen, my new lady eh?" Scabior nudged Alison who blew the other snatcher a kiss, something Scabior made her do with an amused grin and he looked quite taken aback...although in no way unhappy.