A/N: I don't own Harry Potter
This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Writing Club September
Trope of the Month: 11 - Dialogue: "Are you ashamed of me?"
Word Count: 439
"Bella, what's going to happen?"
"Gryffindor's going to win the match," Bellatrix answered boredly looking out at the pitch.
"Not in the game, with us? You're leaving next year, I'll still be here."
"So? My little sister is still going to be here too, it's not like we won't see each other, Alice. There'll be Hogsmeade weekends and Quidditch games," Bella answered not quite meeting Alice's eyes.
"And what about... you know," Alice whispered almost hissing the words. Bella nodded. She knew exactly what Alice was talking about. Knew exactly who Alice was talking about.
"What of it, of him?"
"What if he wants you to join, Bella?"
"What if he does? He's got a point, Alice. Look at how things are, look at how the Muggle-borns think they're just as good as us."
"That's not nice," Alice muttered turning her eyes to the pitch for a moment.
"It's true. Look, what does it matter to you, we're both pure-bloods. My parents will marry me off to some pompous rich wizard. You'll do what you decide and then we'll do what we do best, meet up and pretend the world around us doesn't exist. I wish I could marry you, Alice, but you know how traditional my family is. I'd be mad to break that, especially after Andromeda..." Alice nodded slowly.
"But we love each other, isn't that enough?"
"I'm sorry, I wish love was enough for us, for the world. I wish others could see that, Alice, but they can't. We have to follow the paths set before us, besides, the sneaking around only makes it that much more fun!" Bella exclaimed trying to pull Alice into a kiss. Alice pulled back.
"I can't... I can't keep sneaking around like this. Are you ashamed of me, Bella? Is that the real reason behind this? Since when did you care what anyone else said?"
"Since being in a pure-blood relationship made sure I wasn't a target, Alice. I want that for you too, we could find you someone, a nancy boy if you wish. Then it wouldn't be cheating, now would it?"
"No. Bella, I love you, but I can't keep loving you in the shadows like this. I can't keep looking over my shoulder wondering, worrying, that someone will see us. It's over," Alice whispered standing up and stalking from the crowd. Bella stared at her retreating back and blinked.
"Well, if I can't have you, Alice. Then I'll make sure no one else will either," she whispered a spark of madness shining in her dark eyes. "And I'm sure my new Master won't object one bit."