25. Need
Disclaimer: I love the books. Just don't own them...
AN: I've had an idea like this for a while, but I don't know how it'll look on paper. Here goes anyway... *gulp*
REWRITE ALERT! I hated this chapter and how it was before, so I tweaked it a bit... I hope you like it more than I liked the previous attempt.
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Astoria Malfoy nee Greengrass didn't like to admit it, but she needed her sister.
She needed her when she was little, to tell her bedtime stories and give her a rough map of Hogwarts, to sing her a lullaby to keep the nightmares away and tuck her up in bed when their parents were too busy being ice cold purebloods with more important things to do.
Then she turned eleven and she said to herself that she didn't need her anymore.
She was a Slytherin, and she had gotten what she wanted from her sister, and would never need her again.
Well, look how that turned out.
Because she needed her sister so that she'd have someone to talk to, somebody sane in her completely insane world, somebody to love and to hate, somebody to compete with an win things from like they were children all over again.
But... she didn't need her sister like she needed Draco, or Scorpius, or Magic.
She needed her like an addictive Muggle drug that she couldn't stop smoking, an addiction to be loved, to compete with someone in the mad world she lived in.
Daphne had said once that Astoria needed her.
Astoria had said that was a complete and utter lie.
But in truth- Astoria was the one lying.
Because Astoria Malfoy nee Greengrass didn't like to admit it, but she needed her sister, like she needed air to breathe.