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Chapter Ten
"Cease to resist, giving my goodbye,
Drive my car into the ocean,
You'll think I'm dead, but I sail away,
On a wave of mutilation…"
The Pixies - Wave of Mutilation
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The pale bluish moonlight shone through the large open bay windows in the guest room which Draco always slept in when he stayed over at the Zabini Mansion. If he had looked out of the window, he would had observed a dim green halo circling round it, but his eyes were firmly fixed on the bedroom door, as if he expected Blaise to walk in at any moment, carrying a bottle of firewhiskey and suggesting they do something utterly stupid while they drank it. But Blaise wasn't going to walk through the door. Blaise wasn't going to be walking anywhere. A cold numbness had coursed through his body since the house had grown quiet and he had finally had time to realise that his best friend was dead.
What had happened after the discovered scene in the parlour was already starting to become a fuzzy blur in his mind, events fusing together, but some things would remain in perfect clarity and he would hold the moving images in his mind for the rest of his life.
Tracey had become hysterical, he'd had to use all his strength to hold her back, between the crying was screaming and shouts of denial coming from her throat in a seemingly never ending haranguing to which Draco was taking the blame for since he was the closet person to her.
Pansy had been silent, even when he had barked at her to summon Ripley, the house elf whom he knew had the sole responsibility for looking after the guest house and send him to fetch help while she went upstairs to see if the children were safe in the nursery, she hadn't spoken a single word.
Barton had, as it had turned out when information had been coxed from him, been told to take the two infants up to the nursery upon Nott's arrival and told to stay there until further notice. When he had been told later of his masters most untimely death, he had tried to throw himself out of the top window as self-punishment for not being there to protect him and was now tied up in the hallway cupboard to prevent him from trying to bake his own head.
To even Draco's own surprise, he doubted he would have been able to get through the evening without the assistance of his father. When told to get help, in a panic and not knowing what else to do, Ripley had gone directly to the Malfoy manor and told Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy that something, in his words, bad, had happened and they needed to come back with him to the Zabini mansion right away. Upon seeing the house elf and recognising it was not the families main servant, they immediate assumption was that something had happened to their son and both aparated to the scene within seconds.
When Narcissa saw her son standing perfectly fine in the doorway of the parlour, still holding back whom she recognised to be Blaise's wife, she whole body shook with relief and went to ask him straight away why exactly they had been sent for but when her eye-line caught the scene inside the parlour she stood frozen just as the other three had upon it's discovery.
It was Lucius Malfoy whom had really taken charge. As soon as he had come to understand what had happened, he knew just what he could do. First he took it upon himself to start to order Ripley about and the house elf took the orders without question.
A doctor, the Malfoy families own Doctor Ordell, arrived within five minutes of being sent for, he was able to give Tracey a sedative, a particularly strong one as it was apparent to all that she wasn't going to calm down. During this time Pansy had briefly wondered how she would have reacted if Draco had been sat in the chair instead of Blaise. She didn't even want to think about it.
The elder Malfoy's had surprised Draco, they hadn't asked questions about Pansy's presence, they had taken it as a given that their son had reconciled his marriage and due to the circumstances weren't going to start grilling him over it. Narcissa knew the close friendship between Draco and Blaise, she had watched them both grow from boys who threw toys at each other when they had an argument to young men who she had only once caught steaming drunk, trying to sneak their way into the house without making noise and failing miserably. It had been everything within her not to laugh at them as they had held each other up in an effort to not fall flat on their faces. The thing which now ran through Narcissa's mind, after she was at home with her husband, was her relief that it was not her son who had been killed, but the dread in having to write a letter to Lucretia, Blaise's mother, asking her to return to England as soon as she could.
Draco had been sat up on the bed now for a few hours, the house was eerily silent, in his mind he had been running through various incidents in his life, things which he hadn't thought about for years. Like when they had been little, he couldn't remember how old, five, six, seven, all he could remember was that Blaise's second step-father had recently died and he had been sent over to the Malfoy manor to play. Under Draco's suggestion, they had stolen his fathers wand, Blaise had been adamant that it wasn't a good idea, but had gone along with it anyway. They had gone into the garden and Draco had started randomly waving the wand around in effort to burn the pixies which were leaping about the grass. Of course they had been caught by Draco's mother before long and Blaise had taken the blame, knowing that the punishment on him would be less harsh on him than Draco.
Pansy coiled her hand upwards, taking several strands of Draco's long hair, which was hanging loose instead of being tied back in it's usual position with a piece of leather, she started to twirl it in her fingers. She had been laid on the bed with Draco since everything had died down. Her head was resting on the right side of his chest, his arm was looped carefully around her shoulders. It was nice just to lay there with him, but it felt like they were clinging to each other to make sure that the other one didn't slip away and out of grip. Practically clinging to one another in the darkness felt comforting, for years, even though Draco and Pansy had been a couple and Blaise had, had various different floozies on his arm before settling down with Tracey, they had always thought of each other collectively. If Blaise had asked Pansy what they were doing, well his question would include Draco without saying, same would be true if Pansy were to ask Draco what their plans were, unless she was referring specifically to a date, she would be including Blaise in their plans.
Being separated from Draco for half a year, she had missed the repartee and rapport the three had built up over the years. For a few minutes of that morning, which seemed a lifetime ago, it had seemed to her that that old lifestyle was in reach again, but with the events of the evening in place, that wish was gone forever. For some time she had been running through various memories of the three of them together in her head, the night when Blaise had proposed to Tracey and he had enlisted her and Draco to help, her wedding, Blaise's best man's speech had had her and most of the guests in fits of laughter throughout, mostly she was just thinking of little things, nights they had all stopped up in the Slytherin common room and gotton drunk or times they had gone on a mission during the middle of the night to play a prank on the Gryffindorks. The little things were the ones that she knew was going to miss the most.
She still couldn't accept it of course, it had taken her more than two hours to be able to speak and even then it had been words of denial, she hadn't hesitated when Draco suggested that they stay in the same room together. She needed to be close to him, she needed to make sure that he wasn't going to slip away from her.
Draco looked down at Pansy coiling his hair round her fingers, he had been glad she hadn't refused his company, he needed to be near her. To say that he was worried about what Nott might be up to was an understatement. They had all underestimated him. In times like this, when he did not have a clue what he should do, he would normally turn to Blaise, who, if he did not have an immediate solution, would more than likely have an idea of what to do. He felt a responsibility to make sure Pansy stayed safe now, but he had no idea where he could start, all he knew was that Nott had to die.
Draco looked down into Pansy's eyes, his fingers traced along her shoulder and up across her collar bone, Pansy's eyes looked up into his as his fingers traced up her neck and he tilted her chin upwards, bringing his mouth down onto hers and capturing her lips in a strong, hungry kiss.
Pansy's hand crept up his neck, tangling her fingers in the hair at the nape and tugging on it sharply as he kissed her, she understood how much they needed each other on that night. They needed to be as close to each other as possible and they were both happy to throw away all the feelings of uncertainty and uncomfort in order to regain everything they had lost, if only for one night.
As their kisses deepened, their hands pawed at each other clothing being removed swiftly and surely, Pansy peeling off Draco's shirt, Draco almost ripping the buttons from her blouse as he torn the garment from her skin.
The two lost themselves in the moment as more clothing came loose from their bodies, the kissing becoming harder and more furious as they ignored all their surroundings and circumstances, and pressed their bodies together.
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Authors notes:
Thank you for taking the time to read chapter ten please send me a review I love to hear thoughts, good and bad, I don't appreciate flaming, just constructive criticism please, I want to know what I can do to make it better.
I'd just like to take a moment to say sorry to all who were upset about the last chapter, I really didn't want to do it, but it had to be done.
UPDATE: So I looked over the what people thought about whether the ending should stay as it is or be more smutty, the general concensous is people like it the way it is, but you never know, it might get more smutty later…
Now for some special shoutouts; thanks to MissAnthrope, LaGau and Littlefallofrain for the reviews, they were much appreciated guys and sorry to anyone who I didn't get back to.
Special sorry's to Lillykins, I know I didn't respond to your last review, but I didn't want to spoil anything for ya.
Special thankyou's to Twiist, Saving-Nemo and namelessxfreak for continuing support and reviews, you guys ROCK!
Now I'd just like to share some reactions from chapter nine, with you, my beloved readers, I hope the writers of these reactions won't mind me sharing them, if they do they can always slap me with a spoon and I shall remove them.
S: OMG!!!!! Did you KILL BLAISE?!?!?!?!?
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L: Your so awful! how could you!?
Me: i take it you've read the chapter?
L: Poor Blaisey!
ME: I know. It broke my heart to do it. now i know how jk rowling felt when she killed off sirius
L: NOOOOOOOOOOOOO HE ISNT DEAD! YOUR JUST SAYING THAT!
ME: I'm sorry. he is
L: NO
ME: yes
L: NO!
ME: yes, you must accept it.
L: I WILL NOT
ME: i'm sorry. but don't blame me, blame Nott. he did it.
L: dont make me cry Paula, he is NOT dead
ME: He is. he's dead.
L: no more telling me he is dead. Blaise is fine. he will be all good by the end of the story
ME: ok hun, if you need to believe that. we'll see as it goes on
L: No, you really killed him?
ME: I didn't, Nott did.
L: damn, you made me cry my own tears :'(